isclaimer: The characters depicted in this work of fiction
are not mine and I do not lay any claim, either real or 
imagined to the likeness, reproduction, or otherwise.  This 
work is intended for fun only, and is not produced for 
profit.  Please feel free to distribute freely.

Writer's Foreword:
I'll warn you now, this is a crossover lemon.  I've put the
cast of UY, the cast of Ranma, the cast of DP, the cast of
AMS, the cast of AKO, the cast of.... etc. etc. etc. I tried
to break as many boundaries as possible with this, including
having Ataru admit to his true feelings (Whatever they may
be) Well, you don't expect me to tell you now, do you?  You
Ranma 1/2 fans may not like what I've done with Ukyou, but
feel assured that there is a reason (as always) that I've 
portrayed her in such a light.  You might not like what I've
done to Ranma either, but hey, it's my universe.  Kei makes 
a few explicit appearances, and even Yuri has some fun.  All
in all it makes for some very interesting story lines, so
please, read it, and then tell me what you think.

  Comments/Crits to:
			inaba@earthling.net

           			Part IV
              Ryouga: The Mighty Stud-Double!

	Ryouga sat in lotus, focusing his energy, a glowing
black aura swarming around him as he forced visions of 
Akane falling all over Ranma through his mind, causing his
heart to sink further and further into blackness.  His aura
churned and bubbled as he began to channel his thoughts on 
a pair of walnuts across the dojo.  His mind screamed in pain
and regret as he shoved an open fist out before him, slowly
closing his fingers.  A loud crack echoing through the dojo
as he did so.

	"Ryyyooooggaaaa!!!" Ranma bellowed, interrupting
Ryouga's concentration as he ran strait over him leaving
a stunned Ryouga squealing in pain and grabbing his sacks,
his eyes bulging out of his head.  

	Ranma grabbed Ryouga by the lapels and hefted him
up, looking directly into his eyes with a pleading look on
his face.  "Ryouga! You have to help me!"

	Ryouga's gaze focused, the sight of Ranma sparking the
fire of rage, he recovered quickly, shrugging off Ranma,
"What?!  Me," pointing to himself, "help you?" stabbing an
accusing finger at Ranma, "I think not!" readying himself for
battle, "And now Saotome, you will pay for your crimes!" 
launching a flying kick at Ranma as he stepped out of the 
way, Ryouga following with a blizzard of punches and kicks.

	"Is that any way to treat a friend?!" Ranma screamed
as he dodged skillfully.

	"Friend indeed!" Ryouga slowing his punches, then taking
a few steps back, "And now feel the Ultimate Technique of..."
starting to spin in perfect pirouettes, then jumping high
and coming down in splits, "Nutcracker SUUEEEET!" as a wave of
black energy engulfed Ranma, producing pitiful screams
as he dropped to the floor, holding himself.  

	Ryouga pushed himself to his feet and nodded to himself,
pleased with the outcome of the day as Ranma squirmed and
convulsed on the floor, "B... but all you have to do is practice
with Akane." he stuttered out, recovering slowly.  

	"What?" Ryouga, shocked by what he heard, "Practice
with lovely Akane?" his eyes glazed over, "Why didn't you 
say so?!" hefting Ranma up and squeezing him tightly.  "Thanks
Ranma!"

	"Hehehehehe..."

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	Akane walked to the dojo slowly, her fists clenching
and releasing, her aura glowed a bright blue as she slid the
partition to expose two figures, one in black and yellow, the
other pulling down a red shirt over his head.  "Raaannnmaaaa!!"
she bellowed, her fist closing around a conveniently placed 
large wooden mallet, then bringing it down on the head of
the man in red, half dressed.  She dragged him out by the lapels,
shouting at him,  "Ranma no *baka*!  We're going to late for our
session!"
[*idiot]

	The figure in yellow and black sitting in the dojo 
chuckling maniacally, "*Kawaiikune*!  I'm freeeeee!!!"
[*uncute tomboy]

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	Shinobu walked along side a flying Lum and a bored 
Ataru, "Thanks for getting your *sensei* to take me on, Lum.  
After that last bout with Yuri, I can see I need all the help
I can get."
[*teacher]

	"Don't worry about it," Lum responded, consoling,
"Ukyou-*sensei* likes to help people.  She even asked me to bring
along Ataru for a session so that she could work with us as
a couple." nodding her own approval.
[*teacher]

	"That's really sweet of her." Shinobu nodded accordance,
her fingers fidgeting nervously, "Does that mean I will be 
working with you two?"

	"No," Lum responded, patting her lightly on the shoulder,
shifting her gym bag to do so, then with a smile, "Ukyou-*sensei* says
she's bringing in a special team of instructors just for you,
though." 
[*take a wild guess]

	Shinobu, feeling a little better, answered Lum's 
unspoken question, "Then I'm sure I'll be in good hands." 
affirming her bright smile with a nod.

	'Very good hands from what I've seen.' Lum thought to
herself, giggling slightly, "Ah," finding herself floating in
front of Uk-chan's, "here we are!"

	Ataru held the door ajar as they filed in, catching a 
sweaty Ukyou just finishing the daily tasks of closing up, 
"Ukyou-*sensei*!  Yaho!" Lum bellowed vibrantly, waving to Ukyou.
[*your kidding me, okay, okay 'teacher' there, happy?]

	"*Konbonwa*, Lum-san!" Ukyou smiled, coming over to greet
her students.  "It's so good to see you again, and I see you
brought me a new student." offering her hand to Shinobu, "You
must be Shinobu."
[*good evening]

	"Hai, Ukyou-*sensei*." bowing deeply, then taking Ukyou's
hand and shaking it firmly, "I can't thank you enough for letting
me study your techniques."
[*all right, one more time for the slower students 'teacher']

	"Oh," Ukyou began, "don't be silly.  I like helping 
people." eyeing Ataru evilly, her body starting to itch with 
excitement, then turning to Lum, "Ataru-san, why don't you go
ahead and get things set up," gently guiding everyone
upstairs, "while we," pulling Shinobu and Lum close, "get ready?
You'll be in the first room on the right."

	"Hai, Ukyou-*sensei*." Ataru responded properly, his back
stiff as he bowed deeply then ran up the stairs, slightly 
disconcerted by the way Ukyou looked at him, he felt like a
piece of meat for Pete's sake!
[*help! somebody help!]

	"Now," Ukyou began, pulling Lum and Shinobu along up the
stairs, then letting them follow her as she opened a door,
"as soon as your practice partners get here, we can get started,
but first..." opening a wardrobe, turning back to Shinobu, 
"let's see what we can do about your sex appeal."

****************************************************************

	Ryouga woke slowly as his backside bumped into something
VERY hard for about the fifth time.  He awoke to find himself
being drug up a set of stairs that felt oddly familiar as his
tailbone rapped on another one, his shirt still half over his
head.  He heard Akane's harsh voice through the cloth as she
cursed, "Dammit Ranma, we're late again!  And all because you
wanted to play with Ryouga." opening a door then shoving him in,
to land with his head half inside the wall, "Now stay there 
while I get ready." then closing the door behind her.

	Ryouga, stunned by the impact of the wall on his head, 
moaned as he sat back on his rump and felt at the lump the 
wall had left behind, trying to decipher what was going on.

	"That looked like it hurt." said a voice from the corner,
where the image of a man of average height sat quietly, his 
legs crossed.  A small cord in his hand,  "I'm Moroboshi Ataru."
bowing slightly, offering a hand.

	"I'm," then reconsidering giving his own name in light
of Ranma's speech.  'Whatever you do, just act like you're me...'
his words ran through his mind, "Saotome Ranma." nodding slightly,
ignoring the pounding in his skull, then reaching out to shake
his hand, "OOAAAHHHIIIU!!" a jolt of electricity blazing 
through his body, "What the.." noticing the bare wires in Ataru's
hand.  "What's that?

	Ataru eyed him suspiciously, then looking to his hand
in wonder, "I'm getting ready for class of course.  Why?"

	"Oh," feeling the eyes on him, "just curious.  *Ite*!" 
prodding the now large lump on his skull, the pain reducing 
slightly.  'Strange class.'
[*ouch]

	"Dahling!" said Lum from the door, opening it slightly,
shutting out the light as he did so.  "Oh, is Ran-chan in
there with you?"

	Ataru, glancing menacingly at Ryouga, "*Hai*."
[*yes]

	"Good!" Lum replied, through the door, "Then we're ready 
for you, so come on out." then adding as she pushed the door 
open, "And no peeking Ran-chan!"

	Ataru obeyed, unplugging his line from the wall and
pocketing it, a large lump in his pants, leaving the door open
as he left Ryouga alone in the dark room.

	A low red light began to shine down on a strait-backed
chair in the center of the room as Ukyou peeked her head 
around the corner, "Ran-chan!  Sit in the chair!" pointing to
the chair accusingly, "Now, be quiet while we get this set up."
then disappeared again before he could utter a word, closing
the door behind her, leaving only a slight crack.

	A spot a few feet inside the door began to glow with
a slow red light, then white, the walls covered with the effects
of a disco-ball.  The floor beginning to cover with a cold fog 
two inches thick.  Then the door opened, showing a slim figured
woman in a floor length evening dress, the front cut down to
show a tasteful portion of her breast, her nipples peaking out
underneath the silky fabric, the sides cut from mid-thigh on
down accentuating her long slim legs.  A gentle white spotlight
shining across her wet, pulled back copper hair.

	Music Cue: Love Is A Battle Field - Pat Benatar

	The music started to boom and shift around him as 
Shinobu dropped her eyes to him and began her dance, her body
already feeling the sensation of power as his eyes scanned her
body.  She moved her hips in time with the music, walking 
toward him sensuously, using every inch of her frame to scream
'Come and get me!'  She pulsed with her hips from side to side
as he watched her round him, her hand running along his shoulders.
She stepped in front of him, facing him, then pushed her chest 
out slowly, her bosom straining against the fragile cloth as
stared down at them.  She ran the motion through her body, letting
out an audible moan to entice, his body starting to react.

	She turned quickly and pulled away, giving him full view
of her ass as she moved her hips in slow time.  She was a full three
meters away when she turned, her hands on her hips as her body 
started to flow under the music, her hands moving across her
breast then to curl up in her hair, her body writhing under the
spotlight, giving deep shadows under her breasts.  She dropped
to the floor, her head down, then whipped her body back, her
legs spread as she started to beat her torso side to side with
the music, then threw her head down and slowly approached him,
her entire body moving in a gentle rhythm as the music moved her
to him, her hands pawing at the floor.  As she reached his feet
she ran a hand up his leg as she pushed her bosom out slowly,
spreading his legs, the other hand gliding over face then deep 
into her mouth between her soft pink lips as they glistened
under the spotlight.  She moved her hand to his mouth, outlining
his lips with her wet finger, moving slowly down his body, as
she pressed her breasts into his midsection, slowly moving her
body back, grinding it against him, following it with her hand.

	She turned quickly, moving her body to the pounding 
pulse of the music, slowly showing him every inch of her supple
backside while she peered at him over her shoulder, smiling 
slightly and biting down on the tip of her finger as her
other hand moved around the back of her thigh.  She pulled herself
to her feet, slowly moving her body up, then stepping back
a few meters.  She writhed slowly, her legs pulling together
to accentuate her walk, she looked to him over her shoulder and
winked, her hand reaching behind her neck, untying the 
top of the dress, then clenching the flimsy piece of fabric over
each breast as she quivered slightly, and moaned aloud.  She 
turned toward him and walked to him slowly, teasing him with a
momentary sight of her supple breasts, first one then the other,
her lips smiling slightly, her hips working their way round.

	She turned quickly, showing him her back, not a meter
away, then dropped the fabric from her breasts, giggling slightly.
She cocked her hips to one side then thumbed at the waist of 
her dress, her body slowly flowing with the music.  She moved
the dress down inch by inch, peeking at him over her shoulder,
then, with her legs absolutely strait, she moved it all the way
to the floor, showing him a tasteful vision of a white lace
g-string.  The music boomed out as she arched her back, shoving
her body closer to him, her knees slightly bent.  She stepped
out of the garment skillfully, starting to sway faster and
faster with the motion of the music.  She flowed to him, her
body writhing just out of reach, as she teased her body with
her hands, her eyes squeezed shut.  She moved to him, spinning
round once, then placing her body atop him, her bosom in his 
face, she gripped his hair and pulled his head to her, grinding
her sex into his through his pants, then arching her back and
rubbing her hot channel down his legs, her breasts pushed 
against him, her fingers following, unbuttoning his shirt as
she moved to the floor.  She swung round her body glistening
with sweat under the white light, her hands running over her
shoulders then down the length of her body, now out of his sight,
then to her sex.  Her fingers peeked through the back as she
arched her back and peered at him, her expression, exquisite 
agony.  She pushed her body to her feet, her arms flying out,
then moving down across her body as she faced him, her fingers
stopping at the border of her g-string, then tracing the
outline as her hips swayed from side to side, her bosom flowing
opposite.  Her fingers latched on to the sides of the g-string,
pulling the arms of it down, then stretching them up, and with
one motion, she slumped to the floor, one hand in her hair,
the other sliding across her tingling sex as she writhed beneath
the disco ball. She threw her head forward, pushing herself to 
her feet, then walking toward him, tossing her head back as
the music demanded, strutting to him.  She spun herself round,
her rear in his face, moving it slowly down as she arched her
back and gave him a moan, his body aching for contact.  She placed
herself sideways on him, then lifted her leg slowly, her hand 
moving down it's measure.  She moved her leg over his head 
gracefully, gently rubbing her breast with her thigh.  She 
straddled him, grinding her sex into him as she pushed her breasts
at him, running her nipple against his bare chest, then planted
a kiss on his lips as the music faded away, her arms around his
head.

	Shinobu looked down to Ryouga, his face plastered in
her breasts as Akane walked in, clapping and whistling loudly,
"How was that *sensei*?" Shinobu asked as her head turned to 
Akane, letting go of Ryouga, still dazed, a stupid smile on
his face.
[*teacher]

	Akane hugged Shinobu as she pushed herself off of 
Ryouga, leaving a huge bulge in his pants in plain sight.  "That
was wonderful, Shinobu-san.  Don't you think so Ranm...
Ryouga?!!!" noticing for the first time Ryouga's broader chest
and black and yellow headband as he slowly fell backwards, 
passed out, taking the chair with him, making an audible THUD
as his head bounced on the floor, stupid grin still intact.

	"Oh, I'm sorry," Shinobu apologized, her hands over
her mouth, "did I do something wrong?"

	"No," Akane responded, petting Shinobu as she stared 
down at Ryouga, "you didn't do... What's THAT?!" her eyes wide,
staring down at Ryouga's crotch, "Wow, I didn't know he had
THAT!"

	Shinobu, curious of the cause for Akane's awe, looked
traced her gaze down, "Oooo..."

	Akane, a wicked grin overcoming her expression, "You
get his arms, I'll get his feet."

	"*Un*."
[*yes or right]

***************************************************************

	Lum and Ukyou lay in the futon with their heads on
Ataru's chest, their eyes wide in awe, puffing away at a 
shared cigarette.  Ukyou, her lungs filling up with smoke
as her body's fire slowly faded, stuttered, "That was..."

	Lum, taking the cigarette from Ukyou and puffing
heavily, "Tell me about it."

	Ataru petted Lum's hair silently, recanting the events
in his mind and smiling, his eyes tender as his mind landed
on Lum's image, his other hand behind his head.

	The three of them lay there for a long while listening
to the sound of the three next door, bumping and churning
against the wall.  Then with one mighty scream, the noise died
away.  They smiled at the silence, pulling closer as they 
fell asleep, all but Ataru.

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Writer's Comments:

Sorry folks, I leave the rest to your imagination, sure in
the fact that your wicked minds can fill in the lusty details.
But not to worry, you will see more, a lot more, of everyone
in coming eps, but I had to make room for the plot in this,
and yes there IS a plot, it's just thin, but it IS there.
To you Ranma fans, didn't mean to break your balls, just came
out like that.
And to you Ryouga fans, I am truly sorry, but I just had to
work in a pig joke.
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