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If you are not familear with the cartoon series Ranma one half, this
story will make little sense to you. sites where chapter one can be
found are given at the end of this chapter.
Very short explanation.
Ranma is a boy with a curse. When splashed with cold water he turns into
a girl. In the previous ch. he was trapped like that and raped.
The Shikima Interface
Chapter two part one, Girls just want to have fun.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma
1/2
and the anime La Blue Girl.
This story may not make any sense to any one who is not
acquainted with the
Ranma series, so go out and buy the entire thing so you can
appreciate it better.^_^
This is a lemon. Another word for porn. If that offends you, do
not read this.
It may also contain NC sex, if that offends you, don't read this.
If you think anything might offend you, don't read this.
Any one else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me
know what you think.
Of course as May West said, Goodness has nothing to do with it.
The Hungry Tiger
schell@interlog.com
Sept. 10. 97.
A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted thoughts by
the demons in the story..
What has gone before.
Ryouga has discovered a semi-cure for the Jusenkio curse.
A Ki poison that taken in small doses disrupts the curse, and
prevents the change. Taken in large doses it can permanently
disrupt the curse, but it will also destroy the Ki of the victim.
As well, taking the poison in your cursed form will trap you that
way until it wears off. Ranma stole the cure from Ryouga and
drank the whole bottle while in her cursed form. She is now
permanently female, and has severely diminished her martial
arts ability. Ryouga has taken his revenge on Ranma in a rather
graphic manner.
In addition to trapping her as a female, the potion has also
had some side effects that required Akane to use the Instant
Nanniichuan to become a male. He also has gotten to know
Ranma much better. On with chapter two.
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Deep inside a hidden valley was a temple. It had stood for
centuries untouched by time, and unvisited by humans. There
was a curse on the valley it inhabited. No female creature
would enter the valley, and with no females, there was little
reason for males to enter. There were no birds to sing, no
insects to hum. The silence was disturbed only by the
wind sighing through the ancient trees that towered high into the
air in splendid isolation. There was little underbrush around
their roots, as there were no young plants. The humans who
lived around the valley shunned it. So, down through the ages
the residents of the temple have lived with never the sight,
smell, or touch of a female, of any species.
Naturally they were more than slightly horny.
In a room deep in the temple four... well, beings is as good
as word as any I suppose... were focusing all their attention on a
large silvery viewing screen that was currently divided into three
sections. One section showed a muscular young man in a yellow
shirt. He was talking to another young man in a long white
robe. The robed man was currently huddled on the floor with
his fingers in his ears.
No one in the room was paying much attention to this
section. In the second section of the screen a small red haired
girl and a very large, dark haired man were doing their best to
bend a small single bed into a U shape. This was being watched
and enjoyed by the two largest beings. Then there was the final
scene. A young man with a slim build, and brown hair cut in a
rather feminine style, was watching the same scene that was
visible in the second section. He was using what looked like a
computer monitor to do so. He was sitting in what looked like a
combination bedroom, office, and small general warehouse.
There was a very attractive young lady with long flowing purple
hair laying unconscious on the bed behind him.
He was paying her no attention whatsoever. A situation
which the last two beings were finding more than a touch
annoying.
Regant and Nendex stared with intense concentration at
the figures on the screen in front of them. Nendex was
beginning to think that he would be unable to convince this
Nabiki Tendo person to do what he wanted. He had a
formidable amount of will power, but Nabiki's was every bit as
powerful. It was not that Nabiki did not feel lust, he did indeed,
in spades. The raw Shikima magic in his system saw to that.
However, the combination of a powerful self control, and a
disinclination towards the female sex made it impossible to steer
him in the direction Nendex wanted. Unlike his sister, Nabiki
normally had no sexual feelings for females, and as a result was
not naturally inclined to take advantage of the beautiful girl in
his power... power... Nendex paused for a minute.
A strong part of this Nabiki's character was the need to
control events around him, and to manipulate those people that
came within his sphere of influence.
What if the reason he had so much control was not so
much resistance, but that Nendex was trying to push the wrong
buttons? Now what if he were to make some cross connections
between the pleasure Nabiki felt when controlling others, and
the lust he was feeling as a result of the magic in his system?
It should be easy enough, he was not like he was trying to
suppress or block a natural inclination. So, unlike what the
other two were doing with this one's sister, he should be able to
do it by himself, which was good as Regant was fully occupied
taking advantage of the purple haired girl's unconscious state to
delve deeply into her subconscious mind.
A few minutes was enough to determine that his idea
was valid. A few moments later he had determined what had to
be done, and within seconds he had established the necessary
links. Now it was merely a matter of letting nature take it's
course and whispering the occasional suggestion.
He looked over at the sweating forms of his so called
superiors. They had expended large amounts of physic energy in
order to direct their play toy in the way they wished it to behave.
He felt contemp as he compared their brute force approach to his
skill and finesse. They could have had their subjects screwing
like rabbits if they had been satisfied to manipulate the two's
suppressed desire for each other. Instead they wanted a scenario
where the girl turned boy forced the red head Urgant had been
so worried about. They had managed to do it, but it had taken
their combine will power to accomplish.
Nendex looked at the side of the screen that showed
Ranma and Akane, and narrowed his eyes. While Akane had
indeed forced himself on the little red head, and while Ranma
was indeed tied to the bed, it was easy to see that their mutual
movements were no longer those of rapist and victim. Unless he
missed his guess they were both now engaged in the type of sex
that Extefan hated with a passion. Love making.
Nendex suppressed a smile as he turned back to his own
screen. So, despite their wasting of all that energy, all they got
for their trouble was what he could have accomplished with a
fraction of the effort. His satisfaction was increased by the
knowledge that the play toys the two larger demons had tossed
his a way, like a dried bone to a dog, were by no means that. He
had high hopes that this Nabiki would supply him with an
entertainment that Ergan and Extefan could only dream of
getting from their toys. He chuckled to himself quietly and went
back to watching his and Regant's puppets.
Nabiki reached out and typed several commands on his
keyboard, ordering the computer to store the 60 second segment
starting with Akane working his way up the obviously terrified
Ranma and ending as he reached between his legs and directed
his enormous member at her tiny opening. Then, wiping sweat
from his brow, he turned off the feed to his monitor and left it
up to the VCR to monitor the rest of the activity in Akane's
room. He knew that one segment would sell every video he
could produce. All he had to do was send it out over the Internet
and within hours the orders would be flying in.
For now, however, he was suffering from his first ever
erection, and was rapidly on his way to enjoying his first case of
blue balls. Nabiki had never before been so affected by a video.
Even allowing for the fact that it was Ranma and Akane, did not
help to explain his feelings of arousal. It had to be this body.
He had always known guys were controlled by their balls, but
for the first time he began to feel a little empathy for what those
little bits of flesh did to them. Well, he had a solution the others
did not possess. A little hot water would wash those annoying
little things right away.
{Seems a shame though. I really should experiment a
little. After all, this is my chance to really understand what to
twist when I'm dealing with guys. Not to mention that I had
better gain control of this body if I'm going to use it as a
disguise.}
Nabiki frowned at these thoughts. They made sense he
supposed. He had avoided dealing with a certain type of person
because he was female. This body would let him get around
that. After going to that amount of effort, it would be very
foolish to be tripped up by the very thing he was hiding with. If
he was going to use this body as a disguise he had better learn
how to deal with it's idiosyncracies. He frowned, but the sex
thing, just how was he suppose to experiment. There was no
way he was going to masturbate in this form, and that would not
help him much in the real world anyway. After all, if spanking
the monkey helped, Kuno and Gosunkugi would be the biggest
studs on campus.
{What about her?}
Nabiki found his eyes turning to where Shampoo lay
sprawled across his bed. She was still under the effect of
Kodachi's flowers. It had been a simple matter, as soon as he
had opened the door to Ranma's room she had jumped at him.
The fact that she had yelled Ranma's name when she did so
showed she had mistaken Nabiki's masculine form in the
darkened doorway for Ranma.
All Nabiki had to do was to hold out the flowers.
Shampoo had done the rest. She had snatched the bouquet out of
Nabiki's hands and shoved her face into the sleeping powder
laced blossoms without a moments thought. Nabiki smirked, it
was really convenient the way Ranma's various visitors left all
sorts of useful things laying around after a visit to the dojo. It
was also nice that they were so predictable.
Now as Nabiki's eyes trailed over the Amazon's lush body
his brand new male body reacted to the sight. He felt a sudden
throbbing in his groin. Uh, Uh, no way, he thought. Maybe a
real guy would do that, but I'm a little too attached to my arms
and legs. I would prefer that they stay right where they are,
thank you.
{But you're a guy and she won't recognize you. Besides,
she's just laying there helpless. She can't do a thing to stop
you.}
Sweat started to bead on Nabiki's forehead as various
images of Shampoo and him locked in passionate embraces
filled his head. Man this body is something else, he thought.
I've never had a lustful thought about a girl in my life, and now
after only a half hour or so I'm dreaming of having hot sweaty
sex with one of the most dangerous people in Nerima. No
wonder guys are so easy to manipulate, he thought with a wry
smile.
Still, even realizing it was the body doing this to him,
Nabiki could not help but think about the prospect. He was still
a virgin. He had seen what happened to guys attitudes when
they finally got into a girls pants, they went from lap dogs to pit
bulls, and the way the attitudes of the other boys changed was
just as bad. When word got out that the girl had put out, she
went from being a person, to being a target for every hormone
jockey in the school.
He had not been prepared to give up the power he wielded
in the school yard. Not for the sake of a few minutes of a sweaty
over rated activity.
{But I'm the guy now.}
Ya right, like that will keep Shampoo from ripping my
head off, Nabiki argued with himself.
{Power}
Eh, Nabiki thought, as a flash of lust pulsed through his
loins.
{Shampoo is one of the most dangerous people you know,
and she's totally in your power.}
Only until she wakes up.
{Well, there is an answer to that little problem, is there
not?}
Nabiki found his eyes turning to a medium sized box
sitting under his window. It was a special order for Hiroshi, and
as his mind went over the inventory of its contents he felt the
lust in his belly start to smolder, and as the fire built higher his
self control started to break down. Slowly a smile crossed his
face, and stopping only to pick up one of Mousse's shurikens
from his dresser drawer he stood and walked over to the box.
As he passed by the bed his eyes ran over the form laying there
with a new appreciation. Whistling a happy tune Nabiki knelt
down and began to cut the strings tying the box closed. Opening
the top of the box he looked at the contents with a happy smile
on his face. Yes, all here, he thought. Reaching in, he began to
extract the items he was going to need. Having removed them
he made his way back to the bed.
He gazed at the lithe female figure laying helpless before
him. She looked so helpless and fragile laying there on the bed.
Curled up in a foetal position her head laying on one hand, the
other hand curled under her chin. She looked anything but what
she was, which was one of the most dangerous Martial Artists
Nabiki had ever encountered. Nabiki knew of more skilled
fighters, and he knew of more ruthless ones, but there where
very few indeed that combined both to the degree that this girl
did. Nabiki felt an intense feeling of satisfaction as he
contemplated these facts. For all her skill and power she had
been laid low by the force of Nabiki's intellect and now he
intended to fully enjoy the spoils of that victory.
He lay down the various objects and devices he had just
extracted from the box that had been waiting in his room until
he could con Ranma into delivering it. Then reaching down he
rolled the unconscious girl over onto her back. The sway of her
unencumbered breasts under the smooth silk of her dress
brought a lump to his throat. His new body expressed it's
appreciation in other ways as well. Careful Nabiki, don't let
this body set the agenda. Remember, this is about showing
Shampoo what real power is.
Having brought the urge to ravage the girl here and now
under control, Nabiki reached down and began to undo the ties
that kept her dress together. In a manner of minutes Shampoo
lay naked on the bed and Nabiki once again had to fight down
his new body's instinctive reaction to the flawless beauty of
Shampoo's naked form.
Rolling the girl back over onto her stomach Nabiki picked
up a rectangular piece of leather that had a velcro strip and
several eyelets fastened to it. It had certain similarities to an old
corset, but with no stiffeners to give it shape. Straddling
Shampoo's body, he sat down on her ass. It settled a little under
his weight, but the strong underlying musculature kept it from
losing it's shape. Nabiki took a minute to savor the feeling,
before getting back to the matter at hand.
Reaching forward he lay the section of leather in the
middle of her back. Then grasping her left hand he pulled her
arm up behind her until her forearm was at right angles to her
body, and was laying atop the leather pad. Holding that arm in
place with one hand, he reached over and pulled her other arm
up behind her as well. Positioning both arms so that the
forearms lay side by side, he shifted his grip so that he could
hold both arms in place with one hand. With the other he folded
one side of the leather over her arms. Then picking up the
leather from the other side he folded it over the first section.
The velcro fastener joined the two sections together and held
them firmly enough that Nabiki could release his grip and have
both hands free. This was the usual method of fastening.
However, for people who wanted a more stringent bondage there
was another option.
Considering who she was dealing with Nabiki did not
even consider leaving it like that. He picked up a long length of
lacing and fed it through the set of eyelets that ran down each
edge of the leather binding. Much like lacing up a pair of shoes
he quickly fastened the two halves firmly together, being very
careful to leave no slack the Amazon could use to free herself.
When he finished he leaned back and inspected his work
with satisfaction. Shampoo would have minimal leverage with
her arms in that position. That was only half the job however,
Shampoo was too formidable a martial artist to be rendered
helpless merely because she could not use her arms. Lifting
himself from his comfortable seat he slid off the bed. He
reached out and picked up several leather cuffs similar to the
ones he had tied Ranma with. One set however was much larger
than the small ones he had used on Ranma.
Moving back to the bed he pulled Shampoo's unconscious
body around so that her body was near the edge of the bed.
Fastening one of the smaller leather cuffs around her ankle, he
then slipped the other one around her upper thigh. This brought
his hand into close proximity with her vagina. Unable to resist,
Nabiki indulged his curiosity, and allowed his hand to slip up
far enough between Shampoo's legs so that his fingers ran
lightly over the lips of her sex. Shampoo moaned passionately
and a softly murmured, "Ranma," came from between her lips.
Nabiki was surprised to feel how damp Shampoo was. Bending
over Nabiki place her mouth near Shampoo's head.
"Having sweet dreams are we dear." He whispered in her
ear. "Enjoy them while you can." Pulling his fingers away from
her damp sex he buckled the thigh cuff firmly around her leg.
Stroking a hand over her firm buttocks he ran his hand down her
other leg and quickly repeated the operation.
Having firmly fastened the four cuffs in place Nabiki now
moved on to the next step. Taking hold of one of her ankles he
bent her leg back until Shampoos foot touched the back of her
thigh. It was simple from there to fasten the ankle cuff to the
thigh cuff, using the sewn on clips. Repeating the operation
with the other leg took only a moment. He then rolled the girl
over on her back.
Nabiki stepped back and admired her handy work.
Shampoo lay there, her arms drawn up tight in the small of her
back, securely fastened with the heavy leather wrapping. The
weight of her body shoving her arms deep into the mattress Her
legs were folded in half, allowing no freedom of motion in that
area. In her unconscious state gravity forced her legs to separate
widely, giving Nabiki a clear view of Shampoo's pouting sex.
The outer lips glistened with arousal as her dreams of Ranma
caused her to twitch slightly in her sleep, and to moan faintly in
passion. Idly Nabiki wondered what sort of dream Shampoo
was manufacturing based on the stimuli coming from her
physical body.
{Shampoo grunted as all the air was driven from her
lungs. Ranma had slammed her body hard into the ground.
Then before she could move he jammed a knee into the small of
her back causing her to expel all the air in her lungs. Having
temporarily rendered her helpless he reached down and ripped
the bottom of her dress away from her body, exposing her tanned
and bare ass to the air. Kneeling down behind her he pinned her
own legs in place with his. Then undoing the ties to his pants
he let his massive erection spring free. "Now Shampoo I've
beaten you, and will now take what is mine." He said.
"Yes take this unworthy amazon and make her your slave.
Shove your manhood deep in Shampoo, make her woman."}
Nabiki shook his head and dispelled the image from his
mind. "Ya right," he mocked himself, "that's real likely." A
twisted smile spread across his face. "Man this body is really
twisted, my batch of instant Nanniichuan must have come from
the spring of drowned pervert." A sound from his bed brought
him back to the current situation.
Shampoo was starting to move more vigorously and was
making more and more noise. She was going to be waking soon,
and for a brief moment Nabiki contemplated gaging her. He
discarded the idea. He wanted to hear her voice, wanted to
listen as she shouted out in rage at her captor. Besides, it's not
as if any one would notice her yells. Akane and Ranma certainly
would not, and none of the neighbors would give it a moments
thought. Compared to some of the sounds that had come out of
here in the past, any noise Shampoo might make would be
shrugged off as just another night at the Tendos'.
Nabiki started to set the stage for Shampoo's awakening.
First he turned his desk lamp so that the light washed over
Shampoo's form. Then he turned out the overhead lights. He
placed his office chair behind the lamp so he would be shielded
from Shampoo by it's glare. Then he moved the computer
monitor so it could be easily seen from the bed despite the lamp.
Having completed his preparation he sat down and waited for
Shampoo to wake up.
Shampoo was first aware of a massive headache. Her
head felt like it was ready to explode. The next thing she
noticed was that she could not seem to bring her hand around to
touch her aching head. For a few minutes she struggled to move
her arms. While she was doing that, her vision cleared enough
that she could tell the brilliant light blinding her was from an
outside source and was not a manifestation of her headache.
"What...where...Shampoo?" She murmured in a fuzzy
voice, mind still dulled from the narcotic in Kodachi's flowers.
"Aa, good, you're awake." A strange male voice said.
Shampoo looked in the direction the voice came from but could
see nothing. Instead the intense light made her eyes water and
forced her to turn her eyes away.
"Maybe you can answer some questions for me now
Hmmm?" The voice asked in a friendly tone.
"Where Shampoo? Who you?" She asked, trying to force
her mind to work. There was something she was missing here,
and she could not quite figure it out yet.
"I ask the questions here!!" The strange voice had
suddenly lost it's friendly air and was now as cold a ice. "For
the next little while I ask, you answer! Follow that little rule
and we'll get along quite well."
Shampoo felt a blaze of fury at the arrogant male. How
dare he speak to her in that tone of voice. She would carve his
balls off and make him eat them for his presumption. At this
point she finally realized what it was that had been clamoring
for her attention. She was tied. She could feel her arms behind
her back and her legs seemed to be twisted and bound in some
manner as well. Looking down she was shocked to see her
naked breasts silhouetted in the light from the desk lamp.
Squinting her eyes against the glare she could see that her
nakedness extended to the rest of her body. She next realized
that her legs were wide apart and that the strange man must be
able to see every bit of her. She flushed with a combination of
anger and embarrassment and forced her legs closed.
"Now that is rather impolite, but I'll let it go for now.
There will be lots of time for sightseeing later." The voice said,
with a tone of amused condescension in his voice. "For now I
have a question for you. Where is Nabiki Tendo!?" He spat out
like a whip crack, as if hoping to shock an answer out of her.
"Greedy girl?" Shampoo asked in puzzlement. "Why you
ask Shampoo about greedy girl? Shampoo not know where
greedy girl is."
"No, no, no," the man said his voice weary with pretend
disappointment. "I had really though you would be smarter than
the other slut. Maybe seeing what happens to little girls who
are not helpful will aid your memory." With that she heard a
click and a TV screen lit up to her left, away from the glare of
the light.
Shampoo looked at the picture in puzzlement for a minute
before her mind managed to translate the images she was seeing.
When she did she, felt like she had been kicked in the stomach
by a mule.
There on the screen was Onna-Ranma, and she was not
alone. A large naked man with a massive erection was between
her legs, and as his hips lifted and fell, Shampoo could see his
large cock thrusting in and out of Ranma's widely stretched
pussy. As Shampoo watched in horror Ranma lifted her arms
and legs and wrapped them around the dark haired man. In her
shock she failed to note the leather cuffs on Ranma's wrists and
ankles. Instead her attention was fully on the little red head's
face. There was no mistaking the passion in that face, and no
denying that she was enjoying herself. Shampoo felt her heart
break. She had lost him. She had lost her Airen. Tears
streamed down her face, and she turned her face away from the
monitor.
Nabiki felt relief, he had pushed the wrong key. He had
meant to cue up the scene he had saved for advertising. Instead
he had called up the current image. That could have been a
disaster. He could have easily ended up showing Shampoo an
empty bed, and that would have made him feel foolish indeed.
He had lucked out, and that annoyed him. Luck was for losers.
Still, from the look on Shampoo's face he had achieved his goal
of shocking Shampoo. As well he seemed to have managed his
secondary goal of prying Ranma loose from Shampoo's
attention. From the look on her face Nabiki would lay odds that
Shampoo was no longer interested in Ranma as husband
material.
Shampoo was not allowed to dwell on her loss. The tv
screen went black and the strange male began to talk again. "We
asked her the same question we asked you." the voice said.
"She didn't want to talk to us either. When you showed up I
gave her to Lenny to play with and I decided to see if you would
be any more cooperative. So how about it, you going to tell me
what I want to know? Or do I get to play a little as well?"
Nabiki had focused on Shampoo while the scene had been
on the monitor. He had not noticed the expression on Ranma's
face, and had gone with the story he had pre-fabricated.
Shampoo did not notice that what the man was implying
did not match what she had seen. She was too stunned by what
she had just witnessed, to even comprehend what the man was
saying.
The image of Ranma having sex with that strange man
played over and over in her mind, shutting out all outside
impressions. Her whole world had just turned upside down.
Ranma despite his curse had always been the most manly
of men to her. She had built that image up in her own mind to
excuse the way he made her feel. It was improper for an
Amazon to feel as she did for a man. To be his slave if he so
desired. Shampoo had stopped denying to herself a long time
ago that she would do anything Ranma asked. If he had asked
her for sex, she would have given it to him. O she might have
tried to use it to make him marry her, but if it came down to it
she knew that she would have given him her body with no
conditions at all. She had always made the excuse that Ranma
was the ultimate warrior, and as such there was no sin in her
being subservient to him. No sin in how wet it made her, to
imagine him taking her and using her.
Now however what was she to think. It had been clear that
Ranma was not being forced. Suddenly her mind jolted back to
the restaurant and Ryouga's explanation of the cure. Ryouga
had explained the dangers of taking the cure in their cursed
forms, that it would trap them there. That they would become
there cursed form in reality. For them it would mean a life as an
unthinking animal...For Ranma... Clear in her memory was
Ryouga's smiling face as he had told her that Ranma had taken
the cure already. He had known, the bastard had known that
Ranma was a girl for real now. She would cut his...
>Whack< "Ahh!" Shampoo yipped in surprise as
something smacked against her thigh.
"I'm talking to you!!" yelled the strange male. He had
moved out from behind the light and was standing beside the
bed. In his hand was the ruler that he had just struck Shampoo
with. Reaching down he took her chin in his hand and twisted
her head so she was staring straight at him.
Shampoo felt a shiver pass through her body as she looked
deep into his icy cold eyes. The combination of those eyes, his
hands on her and the video resulted in a connection being made
in Shampoo's mind.
The patient adjustments to her mind by Regant began to
produce fruit. He had been delighted to find a strong thread of
submissiveness buried deep in her subconscious, it was quite
pronounced, but had been kept at bay by her cultural upbringing.
Amazon's do not take a passive and submissive role with men.
However, the last year had slowly eroded her bias against
submitting to a male. Allowed by the law to pursue Ranma, she
had unconsciously used that as an excuse to express her inner
feeling. Unable to physically coerce him she had tried to lure
him by behaving in a most un-amazonly manner.
When Regant had been routing around in her mind he had
been surprised to discover this, but had gleefully taken
advantage of the unexpected development. He had carefully
worked to fully bring her submissive nature to the surface.
While he was not aware of it, his efforts were greatly aided by
the hypnotic properties of the gas Kodachi had laced her flowers
with.
For Kodachi the gas had been a failure. It caused a deep
unconscious state that did not allow the victim to hear her
commands. Deciding it was a failure she had discarded the
formula. However Regent was imputing his commands and
desires straight into Shampoo's mind, bypassing fully her ears.
Unknown to him, his manipulation had established a link
directly between Shampoo's pleasure center and her submissive
tendencies, using Nabiki as the trigger.
Shampoo felt heat beginning to build in her belly. Before
this only Ranma had induced this reaction, but this man had
defeated Ranma. He had defeated Ranma totally. The evidence
of the video left no doubt of that. Now he had her completely in
his power and something in her was responding strongly to that.
The angry glare she had directed at him softened, and she said.
"Shampoo not no where greedy girl is. If Shampoo know, she
tell husband. Will husband let Shampoo go now."
The strange man seemed startled by this statement and he
backed away from her. "Husband?" he blurted out.
"You defeat Shampoo, you defeat Shampoo's husband.
Shampoo's yours now, is amazon way." This was not entirely
true. The truth was that under Amazon law Shampoo should
have been planning the most painful way she could come up
with to kill the man who had dishonored both her and her
husband. However, for some reason Shampoo could not get the
image of this man using her out of her mind, and that the mere
thought of him doing so sent flashes of fire racing through her
body. She did not know why, but she was positive that his touch
would bring her pleasure such as she had never imagined.
The man seemed to find this statement highly amusing.
"Sorry, not in the market for a wife right now. So, if you will
just give me the information I want, I'll be on my way."
"But Shampoo tell you, she not know where greedy girl
is." Shampoo said in a plaintive voice.
The man sighed in exasperation and said. "Very well, if
that's the way it has to be. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Reaching down, he felt between her legs until he found her
bush. "Nice thatch you have here" he said as his fingers tangled
in it. "Be a shame if something were to happen to it." Shampoo
stifled a gasp as he gave a firm pull. At the same time she felt a
pulse of pleasure shoot through her body.
Nendex gloated. "I just love playing mind games with
these types. By the time I'm finished with her she won't be able
to enjoy sex with anyone but this Nabiki Tendo. And won't that
come as a shock when she finds out the truth."
Regent frowned. He had been annoyed when after all his
work, Nendex had insisted on manipulating both of the humans.
It was not difficult, once the initial connection were established,
it took little effort to maintain. There was such a thing as
fairness, however, but when had demons ever given thought to
fairness. Being the smallest sucks toadstools, he thought, not
for the first time in his life. Sighing he brought his
attention back to the present. "Don't get carried away." He
cautioned Nendex. "Take it easy on the pain and pleasure stuff.
You can only warp her so far before she'll break, and then she'd
be of no further use to us. Wait until he starts doing something
that is more normally pleasurable."
Nendex grumbled, "relax I know what I'm doing. I know
how far I can push it, believe me."
Regent grunted in doubt, but let in lay. It was not like he
could do anything anyway.
Nabiki was startled when she felt Shampoo's reaction to
his light tugging of her pubic hair. Her breath quickened, and a
red flush started at her hairline and spread down her body until
her breasts were as crimson as her face. Nabiki's followed the
tide of red as it washed down Shampoo's body until it reached
her breasts. Even as he watched the small pink nipples that
topped Shampoo's flushed breasts engorged with blood and
swelled to three times their former size. This was not what he
had intended, the silly bitch was enjoying herself.
{So what, that just means I've got an extra lever to use
against her.}
He grinned at this thought, the original plan was to play
with the helpless Shampoo, making it very clear to her who was
the master. There was a certain dissatisfaction in that however.
It was like poking a stick at a tiger in a cage. O sure he could
not fight back, but there was never any real doubt as to who the
superior creature was. Her original plan was the best he could
come up with under the circumstances, but now....
He had been a little startled at Shampoo's assertion that
she now recognized him as her husband. However, now that he
had a moment to think about it, the though was quite arousing.
Now how to test it. He did not dare untie Shampoo just yet.
The results of guessing wrong were too horrid to think about.
He stared down at the girl on the bed for a few minutes, while
she returned his gaze with liquid eyes speaking of deep passion.
He noticed that she still held her legs tightly together. Ok that's
a place to start, he thought.
"Spread your legs!" He ordered.
Shampoo blinked at the sudden order. The man had been
standing there staring at her in silence for so long. Once the
order registered however she could not help but obey. She
allowed gravity to pull her legs apart and exposed herself
completely to this commanding man. She felt a pulse of
pleasure as she followed the order, and she almost purred as the
tingling sensation ran thru her body. She stared up at the man
looming over her. Her heart beating a little faster as she waited
for his next move. She did not have a long wait, reaching down
he ran a hand under her chin and gently scratched her there.
This time she did purr.
He gave a chuckle at her reaction. "My we do have a very
responsive puss here don't we." Moving his fingers away from
her throat he lightly traced a pattern on her chest, using his
unusually long nails as a stylus. Running the sharp edge along
her chest he left a white streak on her red tinged flesh as he
slowly moved it across her upper chest, finally ending at her
heaving breasts. Lightly cupping her left breast in his hand he
kneaded the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Watching her face he slowly increased the pressure. Shampoo's
breath started to come in quick little gasps and her pelvis started
to thrust up and down. Keeping one hand on her breast, Nabiki
lay his other hand on her belly and began to stroke it. Each
motion of his hand brought it a little closer to her sex, and each
time Shampoo thrust her hips toward the stroking hand. Nabiki
established a rhythm, and smiled as Shampoo's thrusts began to
match it. He felt extreme satisfaction at manipulating her body
so easily. Finally, just as Shampoo thought she was going to
explode, Nabiki moved his hand the rest of the way down her
belly, and lightly cupped her mound.
Slowly he ran a finger up and down her outer lips, causing
a burning sensation to start growing in Shampoo's groin, and the
wetness that had been forming there started to leak from her
engorged sex, dampening Nabiki's stroking fingers. He
continued his teasing for several minutes, during which
Shampoo's hips began to move frantically in an effort to
increase the level of contact. Losing the steady rhythm of
seconds before.
>Smack< Shampoo jolted in shock as he used the ruler
from before on her inner thigh, uncomfortably close to her sex.
"Did I say you could move?" The man said in a calm
voice. "You will do nothing I do not tell you to. Do you
understand?"
Shampoo looked up at him, lust burning in her loins, with
an effort she stilled her pelvis and was rewarded with a pulse of
pleasure.
Nendex started, he had not done that, that sense of
pleasure was generated with out any input from him. He stared
in surprise at the bound Amazon. Regant had said she was a
repressed submissive, but this level of response was unexpected
to say the least. He leaned forward, anticipation clear on his
face. This was getting very good.
Shampoo did not know why she felt so hot. All she knew
was that obeying this man brought instant gratification. She lay
there and waited for his next order, her body trembling in
anticipation. She did not have long to wait. Reaching down he
placed a finger at her sex. "Do not move," he repeated. Slowly
he shoved his finger, well lubricated with Shampoo's own
juices, an inch or so into her tight opening. At the same time he
increased the pressure on Shampoo's captive nipple. Shampoo
gasped as a mixture of pleasure and pain rocketed thru her
body. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, she could feel it
bubbling just below the surface. She almost cried out in
frustration when he relaxed the pressure on her nipple and
began to withdraw his finger. She fought her instinctive lunge,
fighting the desire to keep that pleasure giving digit in her body.
Nabiki drew it out as long as he could, taking at least a
half a minute to pull his finger back the inch and a half it took to
remove it from Shampoo's gripping flesh.
It took all of Shampoo's will to not thrust her hips at his
retreating finger as it came clear of her vagina. She managed to
hold on, and as he finished withdrawing his finger she again felt
a flash of pleasure. She did not know what magic this man
possessed. All she knew was that she had never experienced
any thing like the pleasure she had felt after only ten minutes in
his power. Truly he was a man among men.
Nabiki was feeling a little disconcerted, he had not
expected anything like the reaction he was getting from
Shampoo. She seemed to orgasm at Nabiki's merest touch, and
that in turn was having a very strong effect on Nabiki. He had
gone past the merely aroused stage. His new accessory was like
an iron bar in his pajamas, and it was causing him discomfort
every time he moved.
Hesitantly he reached down inside his pajama bottoms and
tentatively grasped his new penis. The resulting flood of
sensation was almost painful. He groaned faintly as he slowly
adjusted himself, pulling his penis up so the head was not
pressing against the rough fabric of his pajamas. The sensation
as the tip brushed against the fabric was like nothing he had
ever felt.
He suddenly had an overwhelming urge to throw himself
onto the helpless Shampoo and drive the aching thing into the
soothing balm of her sex. He managed to fight the urge down,
but it was difficult. He gritted his teeth and focused on cold
thought. He'd be dammed if he'd give into this body's urges.
He had controlled his normal female body for years. He would
prove to himself that his mind was superior to the animal lusts
of this body. He raked his eyes over the girl who even now was
looking up at him with a small bit of fear in her eyes. Good she
should fear him. He would prove his mental strength on her
body.
Shampoo looked at her captor with a worried frown, his
face had twisted into a grimace of pain And now he was looking
at her with eyes that caused a small tremor of fear to shoot
through her. "What...what...Shampoo do wrong?" She
stammered as he continued to look at her with... wild barely
controlled lust in his eyes. Slowly the light of sanity returned to
his features, but the look he turned on her then was not much
better than the earlier one, in fact it was worse. The fire in his
eyes had been replaced by ice and Shampoo shuddered as they
looked at her, and a wash of fear swept thru her. What had she
done? Was she going to lose this man, just as she had Ranma?
What else could she do? She had given herself to him. She had
nothing else to give.
"Congratulations, you almost succeeded in distracting
me," he said in an eerily calm voice. "But now may we get back
to the real reason I am here. Where is Nabiki Tendo!?" He
shouted right in Shampoo's face, causing her to turn her head
aside is surprise. This did not please him. Grasping her chin in
his hand he pulled her back around so she was forced to look at
him. "I believe I told you not to move, did I not?" He looked at
her expectantly for a minute and them his face became angry. "I
asked you a question!" He snarled at her. "Did I tell you not to
move!?"
Shampoo nodded her head, swallowing a lump of fear in
her throat. "Ye..yes..you tell Shampoo no move. Shampoo
sorry, Shampoo not move again, she promise."
Nabiki was pleased, all indications were that Shampoo
was really submitting herself. Still it was best to make sure.
"Promises are not good enough," the man hissed at
Shampoo. "Now what should I do with you?."
Shampoo looked in his eyes like a rabbit trapped in a cars
headlights. Frozen unable to speak. It was not until he smacked
the ruler that was still in his hand lightly across her breast that
she was shocked out of her trance.
Suddenly Shampoo recognized a familiarity to the scene.
Cologne had often looked at her in much that way when she
wanted to punish Shampoo. She had wanted Shampoo to
acknowledge her mistake and admit that she deserved to be
punished. For a second defiance flared in her, and with it an icy
cold feeling damped down all the feelings of pleasure she had
been experienced. The sudden cessation of what had been a
constant background feeling of pleasure was shocking. She
suddenly needed to feel that pleasure again more than anything.
Like a drug addict in withdrawal her body began to shake with
racking painful shudders.
Something in the back of Shampoo's mind yelled out that
it was her fault, if she would admit she was wrong the pain
would leave and the pleasure would come back.
"Shampoo sorry!!! Shampoo deserve to be punished for
disobeying. Please punish Shampoo!!!" She screamed out. As
soon as the words left her mouth the pain ceased, and the
pleasure flooded back in. Her body sagged and she started
crying in relief, loud racking sobs that filled the room with the
sound of her thankfulness at the cessation of pain. Even as she
was crying she arched her back and spread her legs as wide
apart as she was able. Trying to show this man that she was
surrendering absolutely to him.
Nabiki was shaken by Shampoo's reaction. He had once
again been caught by surprise. Shampoo was behaving as if
Nabiki had subjected her to all the hells of a torture dungeon,
when all Nabiki had done was to lightly swat her across the
breast. Considering some of the blows he had seen Shampoo
take, that did not even classify as a flea bite. Suddenly all the
enjoyment he had felt in having her in his power slipped away.
Nabiki might enjoy controlling others, but he was no sadist.
Something was going on here that he did not understand, and he
would not do another thing to her until he figured it out.
Sitting down on the bed he pulled the crying girl's head
into his lap and stroked her sweat soaked hair away from her
face. Ignoring the feeling of overwhelming lust crashing through
his body, he softly whispered words of comfort to the softly
sobbing girl. "Hush little one, it's alright. No one is going to
hurt you. I'm here for you, and I won't let anyone harm you."
Unconsciously he was mimicking something Kasumi had said to
a young Nabiki many years ago. He was also imprinting himself
indelibly into Shampoo's psyche as not just a source of pleasure,
but as a haven from pain and sorrow. Suddenly a wave of pain
washed through his mind and a voice thundered in his head.
{What the hell are you doing!?}
Regent recoiled in shock as Nendex vocalized his
displeasure with Nabiki's actions. He laid a restraining arm on
the larger demons shoulder, in an effort to calm him down. His
efforts failed. Enraged by his toy's spoiling of a perfect scenario
he had lost the thin veneer of civilization he usually wore. His
full demonic nature had manifested, and like a spoiled toddler
he had no thought for anything but what he wanted. He swept
his arm back and tossed the slight demon holding his arm
heavily into the corner. Then having removed that distraction he
bent his will to making Nabiki do what he wanted.
Shampoo could only watch in shock as the man who had
been a moment ago been stroking her head, clutched his own in
pain.
"Get out, get the fuck out of my mind you bastard!" He
screamed.
Shampoo was familiar enough with magic and other
strange things to not immediately suspect insanity, and as she
listened to the raving of her captor she realized that she was
hearing one side of a violent mental battle. Suddenly he shot to
his feet and he directed a glare of purest hatred at a corner of the
room. Shampoo was amazed to see a powerfully glowing battle
aura forming around him. So, that is how he defeated Ranma,
she thought to herself. There was more to this man than she had
thought. Her eyes widened in shock a few minutes later when
that battle aura suddenly coalesced into a bolt of energy that
lanced at the corner he was glaring at, and disappeared. This
was not what shocked Shampoo, for she was no stranger to Ki
attacks. It was the words he screamed out as he did so that
shook her to her very core.
Nabiki was fighting a battle for his soul, and was not
doing well. Never before had he been in a position where he
had to use his well honed brain in this manner. All he knew
was that something was trying to control him, and that no one
controlled Nabiki Tendo! No One!! Unschooled in mental
combat he fought back with pure viciousness. He was added by
the fact that the instant nanniichuan gave Nendex only a limited
access to his mind. However, he was a human fighting a demon
with centuries of experience at this form of combat, the outcome
could not be in doubt.
Unable to see his enemy he lashed out blindly, without
direction. Bolts of mental energy slammed into his mind,
racking him with pain. Images of him doing things to Shampoo
filled his thoughts. Beating her, raping her. Degrading her in
every way imaginable.
{If only you would do these things the pain would stop,} a
voice whispered in his mind.
Nabiki had thought he had a handle on the twisted dreams
of the human race, but some of the images filled him with
disgust...and others to his intense shame filled him with lust.
Finally his aversion to chaotic unfocused activity
manifested and he started to struggle to pin point the source of
the attacks. Blanking out all external thoughts he stopped trying
to fight the attacks on his mind. Instead he allowed himself to
sink into them. Images swirled around him. He felt his body
react, but he ignored the physical sensation and concentrated all
his energy on mentally delving into his mind looking for the
door through which this attack was coming. Deeper and deeper
he reached into the corridors of his mind, searching.
He experienced resistance and he pushed, to no avail.
Enraged he pushed harder, straining against the resistance,
finally he felt a touch of give, and encouraged he reached deep
into himself and shoved again. He felt a burning sensation
running through his veins. He barely kept from screaming at the
intense pain, but it was accompanied by a burst of strength, and
instead of flinching back from it he embraced it. Even as his
body screamed in torment he exulted in finally having the power
to fight his foe. He shoved, and the resistance faded, until with
an almost audible snap it disappeared.
His victory was not without cost. Once through the barrier
the intense concentration he had been using faded, and he was
racked by pain. Jolting to his feet he suppressed a scream. His
eyes jolted open, and he saw... a swirling disk floating in the air
in one corner of his room. A leprous grey in color, it was
slightly translucent and Nabiki could see a shape on the other
side of it. He knew it had to be the thing that had attacked him,
had tried to control him. Pain forgotten, acting purely on
instinct, he drew on the energy he had found and used to break
the barrier in his mind. Wrapping it around his body, he
focused his hatred at being manipulated at the thing in the
corner. Unaware of anything but that grey disk, he would have
been surprised to have known he was manifesting an aura as
powerful as any that Akane had ever produced.
He screamed his defiance at the thing in the corner. "No
one fuck's with Nabiki Tendo you bastard! No one tells this girl
what to do! SO_ YOU_ CAN_ GO_ TO_ HELL!!!" And with
that last scream of rage he launched all the hatred in him at the
dirty gray disk. A second later he fell to the floor, unconscious.
Regent was amazed to see Nendex stagger backwards from
the force of the Tendo girl's assault. The screen showing her
image faded and the picture was replaced by static.
Holding his side in pain the incensed demon yelled. "No
you don't bitch! You don't get away that easy!"
Regent cowered back from the enraged demon. Smaller
demons soon learned to lie low when there larger brothers were
in this state. He watched as Nendex drew in energy and began
to glow with a phosphorescent light. He raised his hands and
began the spell to reopen the viewing portal.
Then all hell broke loose.
Nendex and Regent had been too caught up in their own
little drama to pay any attention to their fellows. Now, however,
the screaming of tortured ether filled the room drawing even the
enraged Nendex's attention. They both looked over at Extefan
and Ergan. Just in time to see a pillar of golden light slash in to
their room from the still active section of the viewing sphere. It
channeled straight into the two larger demons and for a second
every orifice in their body belched golden fire. Then they
exploded in a cloud of dust.
The shockwave threw Regent and Nendex across the room
with violent force, stunning them. The viewing portal flickered
for a second and then with no conscious minds left to maintain
it, went dark. As Regant lay unconscious on the floor, a small
decorative box, cracked by the impact of his body began to glow.
The effect of that blast were felt as far away as the
Nekohanten.
Ryouga had reached the final bit of his detailed description of
his victory over Ranma. He had been talking for the last hour,
and had quenched his thirst repeatedly from a bottle of fruit
juice. As well he had slowly worked his way through all the
prepared food in the fridge. He had not eaten for a day and a
half, and was making up for lost time.
Mousse had spent the whole hour huddled on the floor
with his fingers in his ears, repeating over and over. "Not
listening, not listening..." Ryouga had merely smiled and spoken
louder.
Now a faint look of surprise crossed his face, and was
quickly replaced by a look of total horror. Reaching down, he
picked up Mousse by the collar of his robe and screamed in his
face. "I RAPED RANMA!!" He relaxed his grip as a queasy
expression crossed his face. "My god I had sex with Ranma."
He said in a faint voice.
Mousse had been driven past his limit, he'd had about
enough. For the first time in an hour his mind was free of the
disturbing images of him doing things to Onna-Ranma. Now he
wrenched free of Ryouga's grasp and yelled back at the lost boy.
"Yes, yes, yes, you raped Ranma! Yes you fucked her!! You
have been saying that over and over for the last hour, and I am
fucking tired of it!! So why don't you get the fuck out of here
you pervert, before I throw you out!?"
Ryouga was not listening, his face had gone even paler.
"O my god, I had sex with Ranma," he repeated in a tone of
disbelief. Suddenly he clapped a hand to his mouth and dashed
over to the kitchen sink.
Mousse looked on in disgust, "I'm...am...not, cleaning that
up."
Shampoo was in a state of total shock. The man who had
conquered her, and who touch brought her pleasure beyond
compare was Nabiki! Her emotions were a maelstrom of
confusion. Amazon law was clear on this matter. If an Amazon
was defeated by an outsider woman, she must give the kiss of
death, and kill without delay. However, the kisses Shampoo
wanted to give Nabiki had nothing to do with death. Despite the
revelation of her captors true identity, her body still tingled with
remembered pleasure. Even now as she remembered submitting
to Nabiki's commands she did not feel as she should. Instead of
a hot rage, the memories caused hot flashes. Merely
remembering submitting herself was enough to send little
flashes of pleasure through her.
More than that Shampoo recognized a battle when she saw
one. Nabiki had fought something. Something that had
attempted to take over her mind, something that may have made
her tie Shampoo up. So Nabiki had not been responsible for
her...his actions. How had Nabiki done that anyway? The
answer came as quick as the question. Instant Nanniichuan, it
had to be. She felt a sense of relief. There was no need to kill
Nabiki. Having justified her desire to not do so, Shampoo's
mind switched to other things. That was the fact that she was
still bound.
Flexing her shoulders she tested the strength of the
binding on her arms. She quickly determined that there was
little hope of breaking whatever was holding her arms. Turning
her attention to her legs she once again flexed her muscles. This
time she felt something give. Pausing she took several deep
breaths, and focused, visualizing what she was about to do.
Then with a scream of release, she used every bit of power in
her legs. Thighs that could crack coconuts flexed powerfully,
and the cheap clasp clips holding her legs in position bent and
then broke with a >sprung< of fracturing metal. Straightening
her legs she twisted off the bed and to her feet on the floor. She
moved over to the unconscious Nabiki and smoothly knelt by his
side. Leaning forward she placed her head on his chest and
listened with satisfaction to the strong heart beat. Sitting back
on her heels she contemplated the handsome boy in front of her.
Back in the Amazon village, the maiden warriors would
relieve the stress of unrequited passion with each other. Even if
an Amazon was interested solely in males, they denied the
feeling. Males were for one thing only, the continuation of the
blood lines. With all the certainty of the young, they were
invincible in there bigotry. They felt nothing but contempt for
the older girls who allowed inferior males to supposable defeat
them in combat. They were all sure that they would never
submit themselves to the animal lusts of mere males, unless of
course he was worthy. But then, over time many would grow
dissatisfied with each other and want more. They would
discover that they could be conquered by other things then skill
in combat. Just like those girls Shampoo had been conquered by
something other than brute strength.
The battle in Shampoo's mind seesawed bach and forth.
While any thoughts to do with fighting or fleeing Nabiki were
just that, cold thoughts, a weighing of her options with all the
calculation of the trained warrior she was. Thoughts that
lingered for more than an instant on submitting to the situation
however, brought a flash of pleasure. Back and forth in her
mind the battle went, until at last she reached her decision.
Having made up her mind she ceased to worry and sat patiently
waiting for Nabiki to waken.
Pain, the last thing Nabiki could remember was pain. He
had pulled Shampoo's head into his lap and was stroking it, and
then...nothing, just pain. The pain was gone now, and he could
feel himself laying on the floor. Nabiki opened his eyes and
noticed the Amazon sitting beside him. That fact caused him to
start slightly. The only way she could be doing that would be if
her legs were free. Which meant...
"Is you ok Nabiki?" Shampoo asked
Nabiki closed his eyes. I'm dead. He opened his eyes a
crack, and started back at seeing Shampoo's face inches from his
own. >Whack< "Damm" Nabiki cursed, his hand reflexively
reaching around to the back of his head. As he rubbed the spot
where his head had connected with the floor, he glared at
Shampoo, who was suppressing a giggle at Nabiki bumping his
head.. "A little room if you don't mind," he said in a sour voice.
"Unless you're planing on killing me here and now.
Shampoo gave a laugh, and said. "You so silly, why
Shampoo kill?" With that she tossed a leg over his hips and
settled down. Leaning forward she said in a husky voice. "You
so rough before, you treat Shampoo so bad." She brought her
mouth down beside Nabiki's ear and said in a passion filled
voice. "Do again." She started to slid her pelvis back and forth,
grinding her bare crotch into the rapidly growing bulge in his
pants. Nabiki felt wetness, and realized that Shampoo was so
aroused she was soaking through his pajama bottoms.
He let his head fall back with a thump on the floor.
"Ouch, goddamn." He said, as his tender head complained of
this treatment. Once again he reached around and rubbed his
head. He looked up at the figure above him and noted the
glazed look in her eyes. "You took Ryouga's potion." he said,
not as a question but as a statement of fact.
Shampoo nodded her head vigorously. "Uh hu, Uh hu,
Shampoo all better now, no turn cat no more."
Nabiki sat up abruptly, tumbling Shampoo off his lap and
onto the floor. "Great, it turned Ryouga into a sex maniac, it
turned Ranma into a nymphomaniac, and now it seems to have
dissolved what little brains you had, and you think it's great you
don't turn into a cat anymore. Great, just great."
"Why Shampoo's husband shove Shampoo off? He was
happy with Shampoo, Shampoo could feel."
Nabiki could feel too. His body was very annoyed with
him, and his balls were starting to pain him greatly. As well his
cock was fully erect and once again painfully pressing against
the front of his too tight pajama bottoms.
This self denial thing is starting to get a little ridiculous,
he thought. Still he had no intention of giving in to this bodies
demands, not during the current situation anyway. Instead he
told Shampoo. "Turn around." A minute later he had freed her
hands from their tight bondage. A second after that, she
glomped him. "Ack," he exclaimed in shock. He tried futilely
to free himself from her grasp, but she easily overpowered his
efforts. He toppled over backward, and ended up with her on
top of him, her body laying along the length of his. She writhed
on top of him, grinding her breasts into his chest, and her crotch
into his groin. He attempted to yell at her, but his voice was cut
off by a passionate kiss. She gripped his head firmly with her
now free hands, and thrust her tongue deep into his open mouth,
savoring the taste of him.
Nabiki froze, then let all his muscles relax, and just lay
there waiting for her to finish.
Shampoo, feeling his body go slack, broke the kiss and
lifted herself up. Looking him in the eye she asked. "What
matter?"
"Get_Off_Of_Me!" Nabiki said in a voice that could have
chilled a raging fire. Shampoo felt a shudder run through her at
his icy tone. She quickly got off of him and knelt on the floor
beside his prone body.
Nabiki heaved himself into a sitting position and glared at
Shampoo. "I did not give you permission to touch me." He
hissed, his voice still icy. Shampoo started back from the venom
in his eyes. "S...Sha...Shampoo, sor...sorry." She stuttered out,
her eyes becoming liquid with unshed tears. Nabiki continued
to glare at her, but inside a fire was building in reaction to
Shampoo's behavior. The sight of her kneeling there in
supplication, tears forming in her eyes as a result of Nabiki's
actions. These were all powerful stimuli. Which made what
Nabiki had to do all the harder. The events of the last little
while had given him a great distaste for tormenting caged tigers.
The bonds might be gone, but that thrice cursed potion was still
twisting Shampoo's mind. Nabiki's lust for control was
inflamed by Shampoo's behavior, but the rational mind that was
never far away, told him it was all a fraud...Nabiki Tendo did
not own fakes. He might sell them, but anything he owned was
the real thing. He did not intend to start with Shampoo.
"No thank you," he said in a flat voice.
"What, Shampoo no understand?"
With the same flat voice he elaborated. "I said, no thank
you, not interested, take your wares and peddle them elsewhere,
vamoose, get lost, hit the road Jill."
"W..why?" Shampoo said, her voice on the verge of
breaking. Her emotions were in a fragile state after the
emotional shock of losing Ranma. "Shampoo no understand,
Shampoo know you like Shampoo." She reached forward and
tried to touch the bulge in his pants. As she bent forward the
tears that had been forming in her eyes spilled out and trickled
down her cheeks.
The motion was tentative and Nabiki easily slapped her
hand aside. "I said, don't touch me...not unless I give you
permission." He said with no emotion in his voice. Despite
that, Shampoo perked up, the qualifier seemed to hold out some
hope.
"What Shampoo need to do? How she make Nabiki give
permission?"
"Go home." Shampoo quailed at the uncompromising tone
in his voice, but he was not finished. "Stop taking the potion. I
don't want to see you again until I can hold you in my lap and
scratch your ears. Do that, and maybe we can talk." Nabiki
glared at the downcast ex-amazon.
"B...bu...but why? Why you want Shampoo be cat?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. I've given my
conditions, either meet them or forget me. Either way I don't
much care."
Shampoo stared at him in shock. He returned her stare
with a look of complete indifference. Her expression started to
crack, and the small trickle of tears turned into a flood running
down her cheeks. "Shampoo go." She said in a broken voice,
then it firmed, "but she come back. She not lose husband
twice." She turned to leave, but came to a halt as Nabiki spoke,
his voice uncompromising.
"Shampoo, don't get the wrong idea!! If you come back,
you're mine! I'm not your's! I'll own you...and I'll use you."
He turned to look at her, his eyes burning with barely
suppressed passion. "Believe it, don't go getting romantic
ideas. I'm not Ranma. I'm a hard miserable bitch. Think about
that before you show your face here again."
"Hai," Shampoo managed to get out. "Sh...Shampoo,
understand. Shampoo think about what you say." She turned and
disappeared out the window.
Nabiki sat staring at the place she had stood for a long
moment. "And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend."
He finally said, in a voice filled with self derision. Then he
flinched as the adrenaline bled out of his body and he became
aware of his balls opinion of his actions. They were sore and
aching, and blamed it all on him. "That's it, you're history." He
said in a firm voice. He got up and headed for the door. "I've
had as much fun as I can stand for awhile." He said in a
sarcastic tone of voice. "Time to wash you guys out of my lap."
"Ranma No Baka." echoed down the hall, followed by the
sound of a small body impacting with a wall.
"Aa true love." Nabiki said as Akane-kun slammed out of
the bathroom and walked past him, fairly bristling in outrage.
"Nice to see that some things are constant." He walked through
the door and stopped.
Ranma was bent over the lip of the furo. She seemed to
be fishing things out of it. Even as Nabiki watched she tossed a
wooden bucket over her shoulder and into the scrub area, all the
while muttering to herself. "Stupid un-cute tomboy." Each
movement she made was punctuated with jerks of her hips.
Nabiki felt a ball of hot lead forming in his groin as he found
himself staring at her waving hips. His eyes zeroed in on the
small pink bull's-eye pouting from between her legs. The
Instant Nanniichuan chose that moment to start its final
breakdown. Nabiki was suddenly flooded with a dozen times
the magic that had been trickling steadily into his system for the
last few hours. The effect was extreme.
Fuck it, I've been Mr. nice guy long enough. Nabiki
stripped off his top and bottom. He strode towards Ranma, his
cock pointing the way like a compass needle. His eyes focused
on her waving ass. Falling to his knees he grabbed her hips and
thrust forward with all his might. Ranma gave a squawk as she
felt Nabiki's hips slap against her upturned ass. Spinning out
from between Nabiki's clasping hands she yelled at her. "What
the fuck are you doing Nabiki? You scared the hell out of me!"
Nabiki did not answer, she was too busy looking down at the
breasts that had suddenly sprouted on her chest.
"Nabiki!?" Ranma yelled in her face.
"Aa he, he," Nabiki laughed weakly. "Just a little joke."
Ranma just shook her head in disgust, and left the room, looking
over her shoulder at Nabiki until she was through the door.
Nabiki watched her go, a sheepish look on her face. The
minute Ranma was out the door her expression hardened. She
hated being seen as anything other than in full control of herself.
Nabiki had a reputation for being an ice queen. It was not true
of course, she had lapses, but people tended to forget them due
to a strategy she had devised a long time ago. As soon as
possible after one of her human failings, she tried to do, or cause
something, that would make people forget her loss of cool.
Ranma had experience one such episode herself. It had followed
Nabiki running in terror from a panda with a young girl slung
over it's shoulder. At that time Nabiki solution had been to
fondle Ranma's breast in public, twice. People remembered
that, and tended to forget the running in terror part.
Now what was she going to do to make sure Ranma never
thought about this incident again?
Regent stifled a groan. Injured Demons who drew
attention to the fact they were injured did not survive long. He
could feel the damage to his body, and knew it was bad. A
scream of agony ripped through the room. He barely repressed a
reflexive move to look. Two thousand years had dulled his
reflexes badly. Once upon a time he would not have moved a
muscle at the sound. Opening his eyes just enough to see, he
looked across the room and saw...Urgant?
The fake Abbot was free of his imprisonment in the spirit
box, and was not a happy camper. No longer looking like a
harmless monk, he had shed that seeming and now appeared in
his true form. Regant swallowed in fear. He had never seen
Urgant in his true form before, and he doubted the ex-Extefan
had either, or else he would never have dared imprison him.
Urgant was a dozen feet tall, with several heads and arms.
As well he had the multiple penile tentacles of a high level
demon.
As they grew in power, it became a status symbol for
Shikima demons to manifest excessive numbers of large
prehensile penises. Regant had always thought they took it to a
ridiculous level. Look at the king, he would say to his
acquaintances. He's satisfied with a single substantial cock.
Of course Regant was a low rung demon and had only the one
solitary penis. So, maybe he was just suffering from multiple
penis envy.
Right at the moment Urgant was making good use of his
penises. He had them wrapped around Nendex's body, and was
holding the screaming demon against the wall with them. This
left his hands free, and at the moment all five of them were
wrapped around Nendex's head. Regant recognized what was
going on. Urgant was raping Nendex's mind for all his
memories of the time Urgant had spent trapped, and he was not
being careful as to how he did it. As Regent looked on in horror
Nendex's body began to smolder, and then burst into flame.
Urgant merely stood there and held the blazing body as he
sucked out every thought and memory he could. Finished at
last, he dropped the now charred corpse and with an angry oath
walked over to the wall containing the viewing screen.
Reaching out he ripped it from the wall and examined the
vaguely organic material that had been concealed behind it.
By the demon kings, Regant swore to himself. That's no
ordinary power reservoir. There's enough capacity there to
power a dozen viewing screens. Then he noticed the charred
sections, and felt a sick lump form in his stomach. The energy
that had vaporized Extefan and Ergan had damaged the storage
reservoir as well. Regant suddenly understood Urgant's haste in
questioning Nendex. It was a miracle they had not already been
blown to there component atoms, and their spirits sent back to
the Shikima realm. Confined as this life had been, Regant had
no desire to be trapped for a hundred years in the Shikima
realm. A Shikima demon could not die the true death on earth,
but they could and did in their home dimension. No, Regant
would take boring over the chance of permanent death any day.
Regant began to watch Urgant with an fierce intensity. He
was not behaving like a person with a only a few minutes of
existence left in this life. His movements were deliberate. There
was a purpose behind his actions. The sulfureous oaths he was
muttering as he worked indicated he was not happy with that
purpose, but that he had no choice. Even as Regant watched he
placed both hands on two conductor surfaces and screamed. Not
a loud order, or a yell of triumph, but a soul shaking cry of
agony. Despite the pain he did not lift his hands from the
contact points. As Regant watched, Urgant's body shuddered,
and Regent's under sight saw Urgant's spirit separate from it's
corporal body. There was a brilliant flash of light and all was
quiet. The hulk of Urgant's now vacant body swayed back and
forth for several seconds and then crashed to the floor with an
impact that raised dust in every corner of the room.
Regant could only stare in shock. This was impossible, a
demon could not exist in the mortal world for long without a
corporal form. What was Urgant doi...
"The bastard!...the lousy, stinking, rat bastard!!" Regant
swore. A trick, it had all been a trick, not just on Ryouga, but
on his fellow demons as well. Urgant never had any intention of
sitting back and using the Jusenkyo cursed as play toys. He had
intended all along to download himself into one of them.
Regant had a pretty good idea of which one to. Urgant had
made no secret of his desire for control of the male Amazon.
Now that Regent knew the truth he could understand that desire.
Urgant's penises were not just tools for pleasure, but
weapons he had used for eons. As a human he would be
limited. The Amazon's skill with chains would partial offset
that limitation, especially with the latent telekinetic ability they
had theorized the Amazon might possess. Ryouga's memories
were not that clear on the subject of the Amazon male, but what
he did remember hinted that more than just manual dexterity
was involved in the way he could handle his chains and other
weapons.
The shaking of the temple brought his attention back to
the current situation. The storage reservoir was on the verge of
going critical. The dissonance in it's storage medium was
starting to rattle the massive walls of the temple. He brought his
emotions under control. His anger at Urgant's duplicity was a
waste of time, and he had very little of that commodity left.
Weakly, he dragged his damaged body towards the two contact
points Urgant had used. Reaching them he slapped his hands
down. With no one around to impress he did not even try to
hold in his screaming. As the energy in the reservoir extracted
his spirit from the shattered shell of his body, he felt like...his
soul was being ripped out of his body. Which only made sense.
Then blessed relief, the last shred of his spirit was freed of its
corporal bindings and the pain stopped. He felt a sensation of
being compressed and hurled at a great speed. The walls of the
temple blurred towards him, and he felt a brief drag as the
power holding him punched through the wards on the outer
temple walls, and then he was free. If he had still had lungs, he
would have gasped in relief, at the cessation of pain. He closed
his eyes and savored it's absence.
Unheard and un-sensed by him the power reservoir back in
the temple lost its battle to survive and gave up its integrity in a
blast that left a five hundred foot crater where a two thousand
year old building had stood. On the rim of the valley a female
cat looked down at the sight of the explosion. Giving in to
curiosity she walked down into the valley and became the first
female creature to enter the valley in two millennium. Five
hours later, having determined there was nothing to kill or eat in
the valley, she left.
Regant gave one last sigh of pleasure at having escaped
certain dis-corporation. Then he slowly began to orient himself.
Extending his senses he started to search for the tell tale traces
of Shikima energy. There, like a ball of fire, that must be the
red head. Near by were two smaller sources, but there was
something strange about them. They were not the raw chaotic
magic of a broken Jusenkyo curse. They were not in fact
artificial at all. They must be demons. It would be wise to
avoid them until he could approach on equal footing. He did not
even consider for an instant using Ranma as a source of power.
Trying to tap that level of energy would be like a human
suckling on a high tension power line. He looked elsewhere.
There, he spotted a familiar source he recognized, Shampoo, but
he moved on. He had no desire to be trapped in a female body.
Another source impinged on his senses. The male amazon, and
that meant...Urgant, he hissed to himself, silently cursing his
fearless leader. Turning from that source he began looking for
his target.
He frowned and strained his senses to the utmost. Where
was Ryouga? He could not sense him anywhere. That was
impossible, he could see all the other known sources. Where
was Ryouga?
"Where the hell am I?" Ryouga screamed into the echoing
darkness. He had fled the Nekohanten in shame. His only goal,
to distance himself from the evil he had done. To try and outrun
the desire he still felt. He had run for what seemed like hours,
and now he was as lost as he had ever been in his life. He heard
a sound behind him. "Hello," he shouted, "is anyone there?"
"Why yes, why do you ask lunch?"
At the sound of that watery, slurred voice Ryouga strained
his eyes, trying to see into the darkness. His eyes widened in
shock at what slithered out of the dark. The multi tentacle
monstrosity reached out towards him, and Ryouga pulled his
umbrella from it's position on top of his backpack. "No one!!!"
He screamed as he charged at the looming monstrosity.
"CALLS ME LUNCH!!!"
Back in the Tendo Kitchen the clatter of pans, and the
sound of a knife chopping attracted attention.
"Ranma, what do you think you're doing?" Akane shouted
from the kitchen door. Ranma looked around from where she
was cooking. Akane was female again. She had come down to
the kitchen earlier and heated some water while Ranma was still
in the bathroom. She was now dressed in a simple summer
frock, and looked very cute. Typically Ranma ignored that, and
answered her question.
"What's it look like? Kasumi's ready to eat meals are
gone. Someone who can cook has to make something."
Akane glowered at Ranma. "I was going to make
breakfast this morning. I put all the ingredients out last night so
I would have them ready."
"That explains the sour milk and melted butter." Ranma
said, turning back to the stove. "Why don't you go and sit
down? This stir fry will be ready in a minute."
"Stir fry? For breakfast?"
"Why not? At least it's edible, unlike some things I could
mention."
"And just what is that suppose to mean!?" Akane said as
she advanced on Ranma, mayhem in her eyes. "I'll have you
know my cooking is much better. I've been practicing."
"Yea I know, and don't think I ain't grateful."
Akane stopped her advance and looked at Ranma in shock.
"Yo..You are?"
"Yea, since you started practicing every morning there
hasn't been a cat within miles of this place. Guess it's true,
what they say about animals being able to sense catastrophe
coming."
"Ranma_No_Baka!!" Ranma ducked under Akane's
swing, and then somersaulted over her head to avoid her side
kick. Laughing she ran into the dining room, still carrying the
pan of stir fry. She had not dropped a single piece of food.
"Have to do better than that Akane," she taunted. Setting
the food on the table she swayed to the side to avoid another
blow from Akane. Leaping off the porch she landed in the yard
by the Koi pond. Pulling down an eyelid she stuck her tongue
out at the fuming Akane who dashed into the yard after her.
Nabiki came down the stairs, grumping at the noise. "Lord
don't those two ever stop." Akane could only have gotten a few
hours sleep last night before Ranma had come home. Yet there
she was chasing the laughing Ranma like she had just had 12
hours of solid sleep.
Of course Nabiki had never been a morning person. That
was not the only reason for her bad mood of course. She had
taken it for granted that a bit of hot water, and the removal of
her masculine form would solve the problems she had been
having controlling herself.
Such had not been the case. After a hot bath she had
returned to her room and started to clean up all evidence of
Shampoo's visit. As she had handled the various ties and
bindings she had started to recall how beautiful Shampoo had
looked in them. From there she started to remember how good
it had felt to have Shampoo under her thumb. Before she knew
it she was laying on her back, plunging her fingers into her
overheated sex. Images of what she had done, and what she
could have done to Shampoo flitted through her head. It did not
take long. She experienced one of the best orgasms she had ever
had. Afterwards she could only lay panting on her bed,
wondering what the hell had happened to her legendary cool.
The argument that it was only the effect of the curse did
nothing to settle her mind. Instant Nanniichuan was temporary.
Besides, she was a girl now. Why was she having these
thoughts about Shampoo? For a brief moment she regretted the
impulse that had made her chase Shampoo away. She stifled the
errant thought. She had done the right thing. Shampoo would
never consider coming back to her. Not after the warning she
had given her. Soon Nabiki would be back to her old self.
A sudden shout from Ranma drew her attention.
"Careful Akane, you don't want to be changing into a guy
again do you, be a shame to ruin that pretty dress." Ranma was
standing on the opposite side of the Koi pond from Akane.
Whichever way she moved, Ranma moved the opposite, keeping
that expanse of cold water between them. Akane was very
hesitant. She had experienced very powerful emotions as a boy.
She was not sure if she wanted to be a guy again. Plus the sight
of Ranma's breast bobbing as she moved right and left, her hard
nipples prominent through the thin silk shirt was having an
effect on her. It was not that obvious now, but if Akane turned
back into a guy...Well Akane knew enough now to know her
feelings would be a lot more obvious.
Stifling her hentai thoughts, she said. "If you weren't such
a coward, you'd come over here and fight me fair."
Ranma just laughed and stayed where she was.
Nabiki spoke up from the her position on the porch. "I
wouldn't worry about getting wet Akane. I changed back
without water about an hour ago. I only splashed you about
twenty minutes after I was changed. The instant Nanniichuan
must have worn off ages ago."
"Thanks a lot, Nabiki," Ranma said, sarcastically, keeping
a cautious eye on Akane. For her part Akane had a smile on her
face.
"No more hiding Ranma. Here's where you get yours."
With that she jumped across the pond towards Ranma.
Unfortunately, her foot slipped as she jumped, and she came up
short on the opposite edge of the pond. Her arms wind milled
desperately in an attempt to keep her balance. Just as she
started to fall backwards Ranma darted forward and grabbed the
front of her dress. For a minute they stood there, Ranma holding
Akane just on the edge of falling into the pond.
"Looks like I'm in charge now," Ranma said with a leer.
Reaching forward she cupped her hand around one of Akane's
breasts. "This will teach you to take advantage of poor helpless
girls, you pervert."
"Pervert!!? Who are YOU calling a pervert you molester?"
Akane yelled out at her, even as she felt her nipple stiffening
from Ranma's touch.
"Hey, if the shoe fits"
"You...you..oooohhh!!" Akane grabbed Ranma's wrist
with both hands and pulled. Before the startled red head could
react, they both tumbled into the water. There was a mighty
splash, and a second later Akane-kun sat up in the water,
holding a sodden Onna-Ranma in his lap. The remains of his
dress hanging in tatters from his broad shoulders. "I'll show
you," he said."Molest innocent young girls will you."
"Innocent?" Ranma exclaimed, while she fruitlessly
attempted to break Akane's grip on her. "Who tied who down?
Who was the sticker and who was the stickee here? Hey, watch
the hands!!"
Akane ignored her, and cupped both of Ranma's breasts
with his large hands. Kneading them gently, he whispered in
her ear. "You're just lucky that this water is so cold Ranma, or
you'd really be in trouble." Ranma blushed red, and felt her
body heat despite the coldness of the water soaking her clothing.
Her breast in particular seemed to tingle from Akane's touch,
but underneath the tingle was a touch of soreness. Before she
had a chance to think about that however, a voice from the side
lines stopped their activity cold, and distracted her from the
soreness in her breasts.
"Entertaining as this is, I think you should stop before you
traumatize the Koi even more than they are now." Akane
blushed as he recalled Nabiki's presence. Then another thought
occurred to him.
"Nabiki, why am I a boy? You said it would have worn off
by now." Ranma stopped squirming and looked up at the large
dark haired boy who was holding her, then over at Nabiki who
was standing on the porch, a look of surprise on her face.
"I don't know...Maybe there was a little more powder in
the bag I gave you, or maybe it was a little more potent."
"What!? How long will I be like this then?"
"Relax, it can't be much longer. There can't be that much
variance in the doses." Despite her confident words, Nabiki's
face wore a frown.
Two hours later Akane was still a boy. He had refused
offers of hot water. "If I stay a boy then I'll know the moment
the instant Nanniichuan wears off." He had said. Instead he had
gone to the laundry room, and much to Ranma's amusement
returned wearing one of Genma's Gis. They were the only
article of clothing in the house that came close to fitting him.
Even they were extremely short in the arms and legs. The waist
however had lots of room. Ranma had invited him to play Shogi
with her, a broad grin on her face, but Akane had only looked at
her disdainfully and sat down in front of the tv. Now, however,
he was starting to get a little antsy. "This is too long. Nabiki's
wore off three hours ago. What's taking so long?"
"Akane?" They turned to look at Nabiki who was walking
down the stairs. "I'm afraid I may have some bad news. I
checked the case of Instant Nanniichuan. I found a note in
Chinese I missed before. I scanned it into my computer and sent
it to a an E-mail pal who reads Chinese.
"Well, what did it say?" Akane asked, a sense of dread
starting to grow as he took in Nabiki's expression
"To put it simply, occasionally, because of the uncertainty
of magic, the powder can have an effect that lasts for an
indeterminate length of time."
"What!" both Akane and Ranma screamed out in shock.
"Nabiki, how could you be so careless!?" Akane said, his
voice filled with horror. "You mean I might stay half a guy for
ever?"
"Hey, what's wrong with being a gu..." Ranma started to
say, but her voice trailed off at the look Akane gave him.
Having quelled Ranma, Akane turned her look on Nabiki,
who was not impressed.
"I don't know why you're upset. I'm the injured party
here."
"WHAT!?...What are you talking about Nabiki? How can
you say that?"
Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "Easy, I gave you a free
sample out of the goodness of my heart. Now, for a while
anyway, you don't need anymore."
"Why would I want anymore!?"
Nabiki lifted an expressive eye brow, and looked over at
Ranma.
"What?" Ranma said when he saw Nabiki looking at him.
"Why should Akane need more Instant Nanniichuan because of
me?" Then she blushed a deep red. "No way, I'm a guy, one
time only. Next time I'm the guy, and Akane's the girl." Despite
her bluster she could not help but remember how nice it had felt
a few hours earlier when Akane had held her in his arms, how
good it had felt to roughhouse with him, and most of all the
thrill she had felt when Akane had lightly squeezed her breasts.
A tremor of fear ran through her mind. What was happening to
her?
For his part, Akane was looking guilty, remembering how
little choice Ranma had been given about that one time. Nabiki
merely smiled, and then quoted Ranma.
"How do you girls stand it? How can you stand walking
around feeling like this all the time? Like I told you Ranma, we
don't. Not unless something makes us that way. Now for most
girls it might be a guy they're really hot for...That couldn't be
your problem of course." Nabiki drawled sarcastically.
"However, there is the matter of that little potion you drank.
Tell me Ranma, are you still leaking like a broken bucket?"
Ranma blushed at Nabiki's bluntness, but Akane only
looked puzzled, not getting the reference. Ranma was about to
retort, then a strange expression crossed her face. "I'm not, I
didn't notice before, but I've been normal ever since..." Ranma
broke off and looked at Akane.
"There you see." Turning to Akane she continued, "so as
you can see Akane..." She trailed off, noticing that neither
Akane or Ranma were paying attention to her. They were totally
wrapped up in each other, and oblivious to anything else. Even
as Nabiki watched, a matching blush arose on each of their
faces. She heaved a mental sigh of relief at their distraction. It
saved her from having to invent one. Their were some questions
she just was not prepared to answer yet. Mainly because she did
not have the answers.
Not wanting to push her luck she got up and went upstairs
to her room. Arriving there her eyes turned to the computer
monitor on her desk. Frozen on the screen was the image of a
ball of golden energy. Just on the periphery of the ball could be
made out the corner of a bed. Nabiki had played the video of
Akane and Ranma's lovemaking through to the end. She had
watched that glow form around them, brightening in intensity,
until two frames after this one, it burnt out the camera.
There had been no note in the case of instant Nanniichuan.
Nabiki had no idea why Akane was still turning into a guy. No
idea except the image frozen on her computer screen. Nabiki
had no idea what it was. All she knew was it had not harmed
either of the people caught in the middle of it. After more than a
year living with Ranma, Nabiki did not consider Akane being a
gender changer as harmful. Merely potentially profitable.
An hour later she walked down stairs again, and stared
incredulously at the scene in front of her. Both Ranma and
Akane were back out in the yard. Akane was trying to smash a
laughing, dogging Ranma. She slapped a hand to her forehead.
Don't those two ever stop. Then she noticed something different
in their quarreling. There was a happiness in their sparring that
was not usually there. What had happened between the two of
them had broken barriers. They might not realize it themselves,
but the uncertainty had gone from them. They no longer had any
doubts about the other's love. Nabiki smiled, and picking up
the untouched pan of stir fry, went into the kitchen to re-heat it.
At least it's better than letting Akane cook something for me,
she thought.
Walking out a little while latter she stood watching Akane
and Ranma. Then she frowned as she realized something. She
was so used to Ranma's skill she had not really made the
connection before. "Ranma," she called
Ranma ducked under a blow from Akane, and looked
towards Nabiki. "What."
"I thought you said that potion damaged your Ki. How
come your jumping fifteen feet straight up."
Ranma froze in shock. >Pow...Splash< Akane was unable
to pull his punch in time, and Ranma went flying backwards into
the Koi pond.
"Ranma!" Akane yelled in fear, and splashed into the
pond. Picking up the stunned red head she carried her over to
the porch. "You baka, why weren't you paying attention?"
Ranma was only lightly stunned and was soon struggling in
Akane's arm.
"Put me down Akane, I got to check this out." Akane set
her on her feet, and Ranma bounced into the yard. For the next
fifteen minutes she jumped, ran and performed complicated
Katas. Then she bounced across the yard and onto the porch and
threw her arms around Akane. Hugging him tightly around the
hips, she picked Akane up and spun around, laughing all the
while. She managed two circles before Akane's bulk pulled
them both over, and they fell to the floor. Ranma ended up on
top of Akane, and after slithering up his body, planted both
hands on the side of his face, and kissed him. Akane stiffened
in surprise, but then his arms went around Ranma and hugged
her to him.
Nabiki waited a minute or so, and when they gave no
indication of breaking the kiss cleared her throat nosily. She
had to do it twice more before the couple on the floor noticed,
and broke their clinch. Akane shifted Ranma's body and sat up,
positioning Ranma in his lap. He turned and looked at Nabiki.
Ranma made an aborted attempt to free herself, but
stopped when Akane tightened his arms around her. She settled
back in Akane's arms with a expression of contentment, that
shifted after a moment to contain a trace of fear, it was clear that
she was finding her new bodies reactions a source of worry.
Still she made no further effort to escape from Akane's lap.
Turning she looked at Nabiki with a look of enquiry on her face.
"I take it that little demonstration had a point?" Nabiki
said to her.
"You bet," Ranma enthused, the worry over her behavior
forgotten in an instant. "I'm almost back to normal. I'm just a
little behind what I was when I first came here. Ryouga said that
after drinking that much potion. I'd never be able to generate Ki
again. If he was wrong about that, then maybe he was wrong
about the curse as well. Maybe in a little while I'll be able to
change to a guy again." As she was talking Ranma was shifting
her shoulders, and pulling at the front of her shirt with both
hands.
Akane noticed, and also noticed that Ranma's nipples
were trying to poke holes in her shirt. The sight started to get
him excited, and the feel of Ranma sitting in his lap soon
produced a partial erection. Ranma blushed as she felt Akane's
erection pressing into her ass, but she did not show any other
sign that she felt something poking her. Something else was
bothering her. With a frown on her face, she slipped a hand
inside her shirt and started to feel her breast.
Nabiki was watching this with some bemusement.
"Should I leave the room, and let you two have some privacy?"
Akane blushed, but Ranma merely looked at her blankly. Then
she followed Nabiki's gaze, and realized what she was talking
about. She blushed as red as Akane.
"Hey, it's not like that. My breasts hurt for some reason."
With that she pulled her shirt open and tenderly took one of her
nipples between her fingers. Both Akane and Nabiki could see
that it was red and inflamed looking. Akane, as the jock of the
sisters realized what was causing it.
"Of course it hurts, the way you were bouncing around.
It's a wonder you're not bruised as well. You've been rubbing
your poor nipples raw on the inside of your shirt."
Ranma looked puzzled, "I ain't had no trouble before."
Nabiki laughed "Aa, but Ranma you weren't a real girl
then. Looks like the curse did more than just shield your mind.
Come to think of it, did you use to get erect nipples before."
"Nope never."
"Well there you are. If your nipples did not get hard, then
they would not have been nearly as badly irritated as they are
now by all the bouncing around you used to do."
As Nabiki was talking Akane developed a guilty look.
While the bouncing around Ranma had been doing might have
irritated her breasts, Akane had a feeling the way he had mauled
them the night before might have even more to do with there
present state. Then an angry frown crossed his face, as another
thought occurred to him. It was doubtful that Ryouga had been
any more gentle than he had been. To think, that he had thought
Ryouga was a nice guy. No matter what Ranma said, potion or
no potion, there was no excuse for what Ryouga had done, and
Akane intended to make him very aware of that fact the next
time he came around. Her attention was brought back to the
conversation at hand when Nabiki asked Ranma a question.
"Well you know
what that means don't you?"
Ranma looked at Nabiki, a puzzled frown on her face.
"No. What?"
Nabiki grinned at Ranma. "Happosai is about to get his
fondest wish." Ranma looked at Nabiki warily. She definitely
did not like that smile.
"No, no, no, never!! I am not going to wear a bra!! No
way, in hell am I going to give the old freak the satisfaction."
Nabiki and Akane had been listening to the same spiel for three
blocks now, and it was beginning to grate on their nerves.
"All right, all right, you don't have to get a bra!!" Nabiki
finally said in exasperation. "Akane, isn't there some sort of
athletic supporter for girls? You know what I mean, for when
your doing athletic stuff."
Akane looked at her in puzzlement, "You mean a sports-"
"Supporter, that's it, thanks. Will you at least wear a
sports supporter Ranma? After all, you used to wear a cup when
you were a guy."
Ranma looked obstinate, but then a twinge in her breast
reminded her of what had started this in the first place. "All
right, I'll wear a breast supporter, but I ain't going to wear no
bra, so don't try and slip something over on me."
"Moi, I would never dream of it...Aa here we are." Nabiki
came to a halt in front of a ladies wear store.
"I don't know Nabiki, this looks awfully expensive. Can
we afford this?" Akane said.
"Don't worry about it. I know the head sales clerk here.
I'm sure I can convince her to give me an employee discount.
Plus, Aunty Satome left me her bank card. I'm sure she would
approve a new wardrobe for Ranma, given the circumstances.
What?" the last was said in response to the looks the other two
were giving her.
"Mom, left you...!!"
"Her bank card?" Akane finished Ranma's sentence.
Nabiki flushed in annoyance.
"Unlike _some_people, Aunty knows I can be trusted to
manage her money." They looked at her with extreme
scepticism. Nabiki scowled back at them, then snapped,
"Akane, wait here, I'll get Ranma sorted out with the salesclerk
and then you and I'll go to this menswear store I know."
"What? I wanted to go in with Ranma." Akane exclaimed,
he had been looking forward to watching Ranma trying on ladies
clothing, and just not for the humourous possibility. He had
been imagining Ranma in something lacy and frilly for the last
three blocks.
"Get real Akane!" Nabiki snorted, " have you looked at
yourself lately?"
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Akane asked,
turning to look at his reflection in the store window. He went
brick red when he saw himself. He had forgotten he was
wearing Genma's old Gi. In addition to the ratty appearance of
his clothing his hair was suffering as a result of several soakings
in the last few hours. It was knotted and tangled into an
unsightly mess. In short he looked like the sort of person girls
would normally cross the street to avoid. "Nabiki, why didn't
you tell me?" He said in a horrified voice. I'll die if any of my
friends from school see me like this."
"Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem." Nabiki
said with a sardonic grin. "Their more likely to turn around and
go the other way if they see you right now. Come on Ranma, the
sooner I get you started. The sooner I can get Akane over to my
other friend."
"So what do you think Kiko?" Nabiki asked the pretty,
well dressed sales girl she was talking to. The two of them were
standing by the cash register, looking over at Ranma who was
standing in the middle of the store. Ranma was standing
unnaturally still, trying not to touch any of the frilly things that
surrounded her on all sides.
"She's quite the little barbarian, isn't she. You say she's
never worn a bra in her life?"
"Never, her father is a little strange, keeps saying she's a
boy."
Kiko raised an delicately shaped eyebrow. "With that
figure? I'd say strange is the least of his problem. Has he had
his eyes checked lately? She is certainly very...healthy." Kiko
was starting to stare at Ranma with more than casual interest.
Got..cha, Nabiki thought. "Sure is, and she's going to
need the works." Nabiki put on her business face. "So what's it
worth to you." Then she frowned, Kiko was not listening to her,
she was instead staring intently at Ranma. Nabiki followed her
gaze and grinned. Thank you Kami-sama, she said to herself.
Ranma had grown bored, and was gently bouncing up and down
on her toes, looking impatiently at Nabiki. Her gentle bouncing
was doing interesting things to her chest. Nabiki could
practically see Kiko eyes bobbing up and down in rhythm with
Ranma's breasts. Smiling like a shark Nabiki moved in for the
kill.
"Goku!! Goku!!" As Nabiki left the store she stared in
surprise at the small group of children surrounding Akane.
Akane's expression was a combination of pleasure and
embarrassment. Pleasure at the presence of the children,
embarrassment at the attention they were drawing to him. Even
as Nabiki watched two mothers appeared and hustled their
children away from this strange man.
Akane looked wistfully after them, he had always liked
children. A pensive look crossed his mind, and he wondered if
he would ever be able to have children of his own now.
"Earth to Akane, you in there anywhere?" Akane looked
down to see Nabiki staring up at him.
"Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. How's Ranma
doing?"
"She's in good hands." Nabiki said with a twisted smile.
"Your turn now. Ready to get boyed up?"
Akane sighed. "Do I have any choice?"
"Nope."
"Then I'm ready. You say you know a good place?" A
puzzled look crossed his face. "How? Daddy certainly does not
shop anywhere fancy."
"The head salesclerk is a friend of mine from high school.
Kenichi had a reputation as a snappy dresser even back then.
He went to work in his father's store when he graduated. He'll
look after you."
"Really, never had a proper set of clothes in his life you
say?" Kenichi said.
"That's right, his father was a real fanatic when it came to
the art. I doubt Akira has ever worn anything but a Gi in his
whole life."
Nabiki turned and looked at Kenichi. He was standing
next to her, looking at where Akane was standing on the other
side of the store. Akane was not paying any attention to them.
He was busy looking at a display case of sweat shirts with
University logos across the front. She lowered her voice, and
said, "frankly, I don't think he even has any underwear. You
know these martial artist. They like to live life in the rough."
"Really," Kenichi said in a breathless voice, his eyes
roving over Akane's massive form.
Nabiki, grinned her shark grin again. "Now, shall we talk
finders fees, dear boy."
"I'm not sure about this Nabiki." Ranma said, running her
finger through her hair. "I've sort of gotten use to my hair like
this."
"Look Ranma, there are four things that people remember
about you. Your clothes are one, and we've taken care of that."
Nabiki gestured at the yellow dress Ranma was wearing.
Ranma looked embarrassed at being reminded of it. It was a lot
different than dressing up to fool Ryouga. This would not be
any short term disguise. Nabiki went on with her list. "Your
hair is another. That red hair and your pigtail make you stand
out. We change that and you'll blend right in with all the other
girls at school."
Ranma grimaced, she rather liked standing out in a crowd.
Then a thought occurred to her. "What are the other two
things?"
"What?"
"You said there were four things that made me stand out.
What's the other two things?"
Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she patted Ranma on
the cheek. "You're so Kawai," she said in a saccharin voice. "
Let's go get your hair done shall we." Ranma followed her into
the hairdresser, a puzzled look on her face.
"Nabiki, are you sure about this." Akane ran his hand
through his hair.
"Have to do it, I'm afraid. That style just does not go with
that body. Don't worry, we'll get something that will look good
in either form. Something like Ukyou's only a little shorter."
Akane reluctantly followed his sister into the Hairdressers.
"Where is that Baka? She should have been here twenty
minutes ago." Akane was fuming. He and Nabiki had been
sitting in the ice cream parlor for fifteen minutes waiting for
Ranma. This was the agreed upon meeting place, and with the
lure of food there was no way Ranma should have been late.
Nabiki just smiled around her straw, and concentrated on
her soda.
A waiter carried a parfait to the table next to theirs.
"Here you go, on the house. I hate to see a such a cute girl
sitting here all alone, and looking so hungry." Akane snorted at
the blatant pick up line. Then she stiffened in shock as the girl
answered.
"Gee thanks mister, your so sweet." She said in a voice
that _had_ to be a put on.
Akane slowly turned in her chair and stared at the black
haired girl in the yellow dress. The girl winked at her and then
ate the parfait in a blur of motion. Putting the glass down she
said. "Shall we head for home." Her voice was practically
bubbling with suppressed laughter. Akane could only stare at
her retreating back in shock, as she walked out of the
restaurant..
Nabiki walked down the street, counting a small sheaf of
yen notes. It had been a good day. Nabiki would never dream
of skimming from either Nodoka or her family's account, but if
her friends wanted to give her a little reward for steering
business their way, where was the harm.It was not as if they had
not done a first rate job with Akane and Ranma.
Akane was now dressed in a large white pullover with
Nekoma Tech Auto Club emblazoned across the front of it. It
was tucked into a pair of brown pants that flattered his build.
Unlike Ranma, Akane did not have the option of wearing
oversized clothing. Anything that fit his male form would be
like a tent in her female form. As a result he had made no effort
to get something that would look good on her female form. His
hair had been cut and styled and was now drawn back into a
short pony tail. It gave him a rakish appearance that many of the
ladies they were passing felt was quite striking. That is, if the
way they turned to watch him walking away was any indication.
Of course they did not seem to be looking at his hair, but who
could really tell.
Ranma was dressed in a plain yellow frock. Her breasts
were minimized and contained by a firm sports bra. Without her
breast bouncing freely she was not drawing anywhere near the
attention she usually did walking down the street.
She still attracted a fair amount however. It was just that
fewer of the boys looking at her were actively drooling. That
was not the biggest change however. The biggest change was
her hair. It was no longer in a pig tail. Instead it was combed
out and pulled back in a pony tail that hung half way down her
back, and it was dyed black. The difference the altered hair
color made in her appearance was extreme. Even Nabiki had
only recognized her in the ice cream parlor because she had seen
Ranma in the yellow dress before she had left her at the
hairdresser.
Right now, however, the two gender shifters were not
concerned about their altered appearance. Instead they were
grumbling about the trouble involved in buying clothing in their
new forms.
"It was ridiculous," Ranma was saying. "The salesgirl
must have spent a half hour measuring and feeling my breasts
before she was able to bring me the right size. How do you girls
put up with some strange woman fondling you like that." Her
annoyance was increased by the fact that she had found herself
becoming quite aroused by the handling. She had found her
reaction quite worrying. She had better control as a boy then
she now had, She had never used to have trouble controlling her
body. Even Shampoo's glomping had not effected her that
strongly. She wondered if it was the damage to her Ki that was
responsible. That raised a whole other worry. If her Ki was still
damaged, what about her curse? Just how long was she going to
be stuck like this?
Akane was not really paying attention to Ranma's beef.
Instead he was just waiting for her to stop talking so he could air
his own complaint. "It was the most embarrassing moment of
my life. I thought I'd die when the salesman said he had to see
how big I got so he could size the pants properly."
Suddenly what the other had said registered on both of
them. They turned and looked at each other. "What," they both
exclaimed. A second later a shout of, "NABIKI!!" rang out
through the street.
Nabiki just chuckled and went back to counting the yen
Kiko and Kenichi had given her for the privilege of serving her
naive country cousins.
Still laughing to herself Nabiki turned off the street and
walked through the gate into the front yard of the house. She
skidded to a stop and was almost run down by Ranma and
Akane who were right behind her.
"Hey careful! I almost dropped my new dress..." Ranma
trailed off as she noticed who was standing in the yard.
"Hello Nabiki, are these friends of yours?" Nodoka said,
smiling at Onna-Ranma and Akane-kun.
Nabiki was momentarily speechless, and before she could
say anything Ranma stepped up.
"It's me mom, Ranma." She was pale, but her face had a
determined cast to it. She looked her mother straight in the eye,
and waited for her reaction.
"Ranma?" Nodoka said, she looked at Ranma in disbelief.
Her eyes glanced towards Akane-kun, who had moved up behind
Ranma, and was hovering protectively behind the small girl, a
look of fear on his face. Paling she said, "I see. Is there
something you wish to tell me?"
Before Ranma could answer Genma roared out in rage.
"BOY!! What do you think you're doing!? I can't believe my
own flesh and blood could be so cruel. How can you parade
your perversity in front of your poor mother like this?" Genma
fell to his knees and lifted his hands to the heavens in
supplication. "O woe is me. After all my years of diligent
instruction. All my years of suffering and self denial to make a
man among men of you, and this is how you repay me. All that
time wasted. O was there ever a man more harshly done by than
me." All the while he was ranting, Genma was looking at
Nodoka out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge her reaction.
He could discern nothing from her expression however. Her
face looked like it was carved from marble.
Ranma had heard enough, She had wanted to remain calm,
to explain things to her mother, but old habits die hard. "Self
Denial?" She said incredulously. "Diligent!? Old man the only
thing you were diligent at was in_ not_ denying yourself." She
started towards her wailing father, murder in her eyes.
"Ranma," Nodoka said in a strained voice. Ranma
stopped as if her mother's word had been a slap. Or one of
Akane's mallets. She turned and faced her mother, and flinched
back at the pain in her face.
Nabiki had been enjoying the misunderstanding, but
decided it was time to speak up. Before she could voice an
explanation however, something intervened.
"Nabiki!! How could you help Ranma betray your sister
this way?" Soun sobbed as he draped himself over her shoulder
and proceeded to soak her new sweater with his tears. By the
time Nabiki could free herself from her fathers grasp Nodoka
and Ranma had entered the house, closely followed by Akane-
kun. Nabiki sighed, looks like she was too late. Then she
smiled, thinking, looks like the fun will last a little while
longer. She was not really worried, the truth would come out
soon.
Nodoka had listened as Ranma had given her a G rated
version of the last twenty four hours. Ranma had to repeat
herself several times. Nodoka's attention kept drifting. She
could not seem to take her eyes off of Akane. All through
Ranma's explanation she kept glancing at Akane, a sick
fascination in her eyes. When Ranma at last finished she sat
there, looking down at her hands that were clenched together on
the table top.
"So you're trapped in your female form, and you now
have female feelings that you did not seem to have before." She
lifted pain filled eyes, and looked at Ranma. "Is that why your
friend is here?"
"My friend?" Ranma said in puzzlement. Then she
followed her mothers gaze, and saw she was looking at Akane.
Suddenly Ranma realized that everyone had been so concerned
with Nodoka's reaction to her, that they had not even thought of
mentioning Akane's condition. Lord knows what everyone was
thinking. She felt relief that her mothers strained looks were not
entirely due to her being dressed as a girl. Suddenly she grinned
as a thought came to her. After enduring a year of being
dunking in ice cold water, and having scalding water dumped
over her head to order to .demonstrate the unexplainable, it was
her turn.
"O_My_Friend." Ranma said. Reaching out with one
hand he took Akane's hand in hers. "He's not my friend. He's
my fiance." She stood up and leaned forward to kiss a startled
Akane. As she did so she picked up the tea kettle, and as she
leaned forward she dumped the water over Akane head. Then
she pecked her on the cheek and sat back down, grinning at the
reaction she had caused. Genma who had turned red at Ranma's
words was stunned into silence. Nodoka was shocked, but then
her face lit up with relief and happiness. Soun fainted.
Akane was flushed red with embarrassment, and she was
more than a little annoyed at the method Ranma had used. She
stood up to express that annoyance in her usual manner, and her
pants and new boxer shorts slithered to the floor to lay in a heap
around her ankles. Only the fact that her pullover now hung
past her knees kept her from dying of terminal mortification.
The glance she directed at Ranma promised extreme
consequences at a later date.
The happiness on Nodoka's face shifted to concern.
"Akane-chan, how did this happen to you? Are you all right?"
Akane was to flustered to answer, and Nabiki elected to
supply the explanation. "Aunty, it was this way. When we
found out about Ranma's condition we tried to use some Instant
Nanniichuan to restore her to her male form."
"Instant Nanniichuan?" Nodoka asked in a puzzled voice.
"If you had something like that, why did you not use it on my
son a long time ago?"
"We did, but it is only a temporary cure. I had some left
over from that attempt. We figured that even a temporary cure
was better than nothing, but for some reason Ranma's body
repelled the water and it splashed Akane. I think it must have
been the potion, but I don't really know."
"I see." Nodoka said, then her face lit up. "So Akane-chan
is only temporarily cursed then."
Nabiki looked sheepish. "Not exactly, the powder should
have stopped affecting her a long time ago. Afterwards I found a
letter of instruction that said the effects could vary. So we have
no idea when it will wear off."
"My poor baby," Soun sobbed. Recovered from his faint
he gathered Akane up in a hug. In the process he lifted her
completely out of her pants and boxers. "Now how will are
families ever be joined? Ranma is a girl! And my poor baby is
cursed to turn...into...a...man?" Soun wailing ground to a halt,
and he let Akane go, a look of bemusement on his face. Almost
in a trance he picked up a glass of water and dumped it over
Akane. Who immediately grew into his full masculine stature.
Nodoka flushed and adverted her eyes, while Akane desperately
tried to yank his pullover low enough to cover himself.
"Dad!!" He said in an angry voice. Soun ignored him.
Instead his gaze moved from Onna-Ranma to Akane and back
again. Suddenly he laughed.
"Well then there's no problem. Ranma is a girl and
Akane is a boy. Our families can still be joined. O happy day."
Everyone face faulted.
Genma was on his feet almost instantly, leaping across the
table he placed Soun in a head lock. Knuckling the trapped
mans head with his free hand he hissed in his ear. "Are you
_trying_ to get me killed." Aloud he shouted. "No!! Never!! My
son is a man among men!! He would never agree to such a
thing! We are just going to have to wait until they are restored
to their normal condition!!" As he spoke he kept and eye on
Nodoka, once again trying to judge her reaction.
Nodoka ignored the two older men and instead said.
"Ranma, could I talk to you in my room please."
Ranma looked nervously at her mother as she closed the
door behind her. She had been dreading this. Why had she ever
let Nabiki talk her into posing as a real girl.
Nodoka spoke. "Ranma, when I learned two months ago
that you had been Ranko all that time I was terribly hurt. Over
time, however, I came to realize that thanks to your father you
had every reason to fear my discovery of your secret. I don't
want you to ever fear me again." Waving her hand at Ranma's
body she continued. "This does not matter. I wanted you to be a
manly man...but if the fates decree you must be a woman, I don't
want you to think I will love you any less. I will be as proud to
call you daughter as I was to call you son."
Ranma heaved a sigh of relief. Her stomach had been
knotted ever since she had seen Nodoka standing in the yard.
"Thanks mom, that means a lot," She said. Nodoka held out her
arms and Ranma stepped into her embrace. For a minute they
stood there hugging each other, tears streaming down their
faces. After a minute Nodoka broke the hug.
Wiping tears from her eyes she said. "Now, on to other
matters." Her expression suddenly grew fierce, and Ranma felt a
shiver of apprehension. "Your father did not do a good job of
teaching you manners, but you were his son, and it was not my
place to interfere. Now, however, as long as you are trapped
like this you are my daughter, and I expect you to bring honor to
the Saotome name."
"Aa about that" Ranma said.
"Nabiki!?" Nabiki looked up to see Nodoka walking
towards her. A frown on her face. "What is this Ranma tells
me about her being Ranko Tendo?" Why can she not be Ranko
Saotome?"
Nabiki had been expecting this. "It is very simple. The
plan is for Ranma and Akane to pose as brother and sister,
cousins of ours from the mountains. They are staying with us
while Akane and Ranma stay with their family. No one will
think it strange that Akane and Ranma wanted to escape the
chaos of Nerima. But even if Ranma looks different, if she
shows up with the same family name the other students will give
her more attention then her disguise can handle. The other thing
is that if Akane Tendo and Ranma Satome disappear and Akira
Tendo and Ranko Satome appear, more than one person will
become suspicious."
Nodoka nodded her head. "I see, very well just so long as
it is temporary." She turned and smiled at Ranma, who had
followed her into the room. "Come dear, there are some things
a mother needs to tell her daughter." Ranma followed her out of
the room a look of dread on her face.
Nabiki smiled in satisfaction. Her income from Akane
and Ranma photos had dropped considerably. Everyone had
accepted that the two of them were a couple, and the only person
buying pictures anymore was Kuno.
Even the sale of Hentai pictures of Onna-Ranma had
dropped off considerably since that incident in the change room.
Nabiki shook her head at the stupidity of some people. Imagine,
thinking that changing Ranma into a female would make her
easy prey. Well, the five students that had tried it had been
quickly shown the error of their ways. They had been absent for
three weeks before they had healed enough to return to school.
Which was far too easy a penalty in Nabiki's mind. That
incident had dropped sales of Hentai Onna-Ranma pictures into
the toilet, and for that they deserved far more than what Ranma
had done to them.
Now however she was about to throw two very attractive
minnows into the shark pool that was Furinkan High's dating
pond. As brother and sister the two of them would be fair game.
She could see sales going through the roof already. By
tomorrow she should have the prints of Ranko and Akira's
shopping trip back. She fully expected to sell out the day after.
Now all she had to do was hack into the school data base and
enter the pertinent information.
Nabiki made one final key stroke and pushed herself away
from the computer. It had taken three days, but all the work was
done. Tomorrow Akira and Ranko would make their appearance
at Furinkan. She had already pre-sold fifty information packets
on the new arrivals, and was expecting there actual arrival to
prove very profitable. As she leaned back in her chair, smiling
at a job well done, her look fell on her bed. A frown crossed her
face and for just a minute a shadowy shape seemed to lay on the
bed. Then Nabiki shook her head, banishing ghosts of what was
and what might have been. It had been three days. If Shampoo
had been foolish enough to take her up on her offer she would
have been here long since. Face it Nabiki, she said to herself.
She is probably half way to China by now. With out a male
Ranma to hold her here she had nothing to stay for.
Despite her arguments Nabiki's happiness of a few
minutes ago did not return. Glumly she changed into a her
nightgown and crawled into bed. For a long time she lay on her
lonely bed, thinking about what might have been. Her hand
slipped below the hem of her panties, but then she drew it back
out and crossed her hands over her chest. She would not give
into the weakness of her body again. Only pain lay in that
direction. Better by far to put all that aside and get back to what
was safe. She closed her eyes and eventually fell into a restless
sleep.
Shampoo sat staring at the two objects sitting on the table
in front of her. One was a tiny vile of golden liquid, one of four
that Ryouga had filled after she had left the restaurant three
nights ago. The other was a bucket of cold water.
Each day her life had fallen into a pattern. Get up, smash
Mousse for sneaking into her bedroom, eat breakfast. Then go
and spy on Nabiki from a safe distance. Come home, smash
Mousse, eat dinner, try water, go to bed, smash Mousse for
trying to sneak into her bed. The same pattern for the last two
days. Nabiki had been right, the potion did affect people.
Mousse had never been so bold, or so lustful. She looked down
at the comatose body in the middle of the floor, and sneered.
Nabiki was a better man then he was. She went back to staring
at the bottle of potion and the bucket of water.
Urgant looked down from where he was floating above
Mousse's unconscious body. Pathetic, he thought. He knew
from Nendex's memory that the female was a latent submissive.
Even with that advantage this poor excuse for a man could not
capture her.
Urgant's expression altered slightly, to one of speculation.
To be fair to the Amazon, he was suffering from years of
indoctrination by a matriarchal society, but would it continue to
hold. Even in the short time Urgant had been observing him, his
conditioning had started to fray. The Amazon would never have
dared been so forward towards a female two days before. This
offered possibilities.
Urgant would not be able to shunt Mousse's personality
aside for several weeks yet. If he tried too soon he risked
failure, or worse, having to share the body and mind with this
human. He would have to be patient, unlike those fools back in
the temple. At the thought of his former cell mates, Urgant's
non-existent teeth ground together. Those fools, if only they had
been patient. They might all have been free. Now he was alone
and it would be weeks before he could once again steer his own
destiny. His attention turned back to Mousse. Now, if this one
were to overcome his background, then Urgant might at least
look forward to some entertainment while he was waiting. If
only he dared to try a little control, but he did not. This was his
last chance at freedom. He could not risk jeopardizing it.
Opening a channel to the Amazon would leave him exposed and
vulnerable. No, the best thing he could do, was to be patient
and hope the Duffus would provide some entertainment on his
own.
At that moment Mousse woke from his nap, and
immediately glomped Shampoo, who promptly smashed him
into the floor. Without even looking at him.
Urgant sighed. On the other hand, it could be a very
boring few weeks.
Shampoo sighed, life had been so simple before. She had
chased Ranma, confident that he would eventually realize how
perfect she was for him. Now everything was changed. Ranma
was lost to her, and with that lose her life as an Amazon was
ended. The only possible redemption was out of the question.
She had been through to much with Ranma, killing her was not
something she was prepared to consider. So, she was now a non
person, a girl without a tribe. If she were to return to the village
she would be little better than a slave. All those who had
resented her would take great pleasure in humiliating and
degrading her.
No!! She could not go back. She had shamed her family
name as it was. To go back and drag that name through the mud
even more was unthinkable. Besides if she was to be slave,
could she not at least pick the one who would be her master.
Once again her mind looked back to that night, and the pleasure
she had felt. She did not know why, but the mere thought of
Nabiki sent a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure through her
body. Besides the memory of that pleasure, another image filled
her mind. Nabiki screaming defiance at whatever had been
controlling them, and then firing off that Ki blast. That had
been impressive. Nabiki might not be a fighter, but she had
proven herself a warrior at that point to Shampoo.
Mind made up she reached for the bucket of water. Then
as she had done each night for the last three nights she lifted it
over her head and prepared to dump it. The last two nights
nothing had happened, the potion was still active, still
preventing the change. Would this night be any different. For a
minute she looked at the small golden bottle hesitating. Then
her expression firmed and she dumped the water over her head.
For what seemed like hours Regant had searched for
Ryouga, to no avail. He had widened his search to the limit of
his resources and found nothing. He had managed to find
another three faint Shikima signatures. One some distant away,
and most puzzling, two quite near the original pair. It was
curious he had not noticed them earlier, but like the other ones
near Ranma they were natural and of no use to him. Finally
running low on energy Regant gave up looking for Ryouga, he
turned back towards Shampoo's energy source. Better female
than dead he supposed.
It wasn't there!! He looked frantically. It had to be there.
Even if she had died the energy would still be there after such a
short time...Time, No!! He could not have been so foolish!!
Regant synchronized with one of the other energy sources. One
of the ones near Ranma. One of the natural sources. He could
not channel his spirit into them, but he could check his temporal
status.
NO!!! He had!! The energy he tapped was racing through
time in relation to him. Like a drowning man who did not know
up from down, he had become disassociated from the time
stream. What he had thought had been hours, had been three
days in the mortal plane. He was trapped, he had no body to
leap into, and his energy was dropping.
Regant looked over his options. He had no choice, the
only hope he had for survival was to continue on as he had been,
and hope someone he could link to would become available
before his reserves of energy ran out. He slowed all unnecessary
functions and settled down to do the only thing he could, wait.
Nabiki tossed in her sleep, her mind lost in a dark dream.
Images flashed through her mind, Ranma and Akane, then they
became Akira and Ranko. Their image shifted, and now it was
of the two of them making love. Hard flesh slid into soft wet
flesh, the two of them writhing on a bed, faces twisted in
ecstasy. The figures shifted again, became two other people.
Nabiki groaned in her sleep, and a close listener might discern
that it was a groan of repressed lust rather then one of distress.
"Crawl, you bitch. Crawl to your mistress!" Shampoo,
her hands tied behind her back and her legs bound together,
wormed her way across the floor to where Nabiki sat, slowly
rocking back and forth in her office chair. Every now and then
Shampoo winced as her long flowing hair was caught between
the floor and her body. When that happened, she would be
forced to laboriously roll from side to side, flipping her head to
remove her hair from its entanglement.
Nabiki sat and watched her efforts with a sardonic smile
on her face. She was dressed appropriately for her role, in that
she was wearing a black leather corset that looked like it had
been painted onto her body. It framed and lifted her breasts, but
did nothing to hide their creamy, strawberry tipped fullness.
Black boots hugged her lower legs like a second skin. Those
boots and the studded collar around her neck were the only thing
other than the corset she was wearing. She lounged back in the
chair, one leg crossed over the other.
Slowly she stroked a leather ridding crop up and down her
crossed leg, and watched with cold eyes as the naked Amazon
made her way across the floor toward her.
Finally Shampoo made it to Nabiki. Uncrossing her legs,
Nabiki placed the toe of her boot under Shampoo's chin, and
lifted, forcing the bound girl to raise her head until Nabiki could
look into her eyes. Nabiki scowled at the bound girl. "You
certainly took your time! Didn't you slut!?" She snapped out,
then in softer, but no less threatening tones, she continued.
"One would think you were not eager to serve your mistress.
Did you perhaps have other things to do? Were you prowling
some alley? Perhaps you were looking for some battle scarred
Tom cats you could lift your tale for, was that it, Hmm?"
Suddenly the figure on the floor was no longer a human
girl. Instead a half cat, half human morph knelt at Nabiki's feet,
bindings no longer restricting her limbs. Her fur a rich cream
color with pink highlights. Her tale twitched back and forth as
she gazed up at her mistress. Eyes' full of love, and limpid with
passion.
Nabiki spread her legs, and reached down with her hands.
She slowly ran a finger up and down her exposed, sex. Then
she took her finger and wiped the glistening digit across the cat
girls pursed lips. Shampoo-neko's tongue curled out of her
mouth, stretching to an impossible length, and licked the finger
clean. Nabiki brought her hand back to her hot, wet, pussy, and
placed a finger on either side of her damp sex. Spreading her
lower lips, she revealing the glistening pink, flesh inside. Her
voice hoarse with suppressed passion, Nabiki said "Is this what
you want pretty kitty? Does little kitty want some cream?"
The cat woman did not answer with her voice. Instead
lifting her hands she lay them gently on Nabiki's upper thighs,
and pressed outwards, spreading the black clad legs even farther
apart then they already were. When they were spread as wide as
need be, she lowered her head and began to lick. Nabiki threw
back her head and groaned at the sensation of that long supple
cat tongue delicately licking the honey from her slit.
AAHHHhhh, Nabiki groaned as pleasure washed over her
body. Her hands tangled in the sheets and she bucked her hips
violently. After a few more spasms her body relaxed and she lay
there panting. Boy, that was a hell of a dream, Nabiki thought
to herself. Then something brushed her leg, and her mind froze.
Looking down between her legs she spotted a small furred body.
It is possible that Nabiki's sister, Kasumi might not react
violently to this situation. Nabiki however reacted in a fashion
more in keeping with the rest of the world.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!! She screamed and thrashed her legs
furiously. The small furry animal between her legs was tossed
from its position, and flew across the room. There was a
startled "MEW," and then a thump as it impacted with the wall.
"Mew," Nabiki said to herself, her fright rapidly fading.
Reaching over she clicked on the light that sat on her bedside
table. Sitting on the floor, looking at her reproachfully was a
cream-colored cat with pink highlights.
Nabiki's heart leapt when she saw the feline, but then her
brain got in the act, and stifled that surge of emotion.
"Shampoo!?" she said incredulously, "What the hell are you
doing here?" Then memory flooded back and she remembered.
"Don't come back until I can hold you in my lap and scratch
your ears." No! It wasn't possible. It had been the potion that
had made Shampoo act that way. She could not have actually
come back for that reason now that it had worn off. Could she?
No!! Not after what Nabiki had said to her.
A breeze from the open window wafted through the room,
and swirled around Nabiki's body. As it brushed over her sweat
soaked body she shivered as the moving air chilled her. Then
she became aware of a deeper, more intimate chill. Reaching
down she felt dampness, and the ragged edge of her torn panties.
Shampoo's claws and teeth had shredded them nicely.
The dream! ...Was obviously not all a dream. She stared
in shock at the cat sitting on the floor of her room. Her eyes
narrowed as she took in the smug look on the feline face.
"You know where the furo is Shampoo, I suggest you go
and use it!" she said in a flat voice. "I can see we have some
things to discuss." The cat nodded at her, and then lightly leapt
to the window ledge and disappeared into the darkness.
Five minutes later the door to Nabiki's room slid open and
Shampoo slipped silently into the room, her naked body
glistening with moisture. In one hand she held a bucket of
water.
"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we not." A
sardonic voice said.
Shampoo turned from where she had been facing the bed,
the start of a puzzled look on her face. As she heard the voice,
the expression on her face shifted to one of happiness. She
looked across the room to where a naked Nabiki was sitting on
her office chair, a small towel under her shapely rear. Nabiki
sat looking at Shampoo with a twisted smile on her face, she
was idly twirling a tattered piece of fabric around the index
finger of her left hand,
Shampoo gushed enthusiastically as soon as she saw
Nabiki. "Shampoo bring water for Instant Nanniichuan. Nabiki
and Shampoo make love now? Yes!"
"Love?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. She
got up from her chair and walked toward Shampoo, still twirling
the small piece of fabric. "I believe I told you not to get
romantic ideas about me! I believe the words I used were, if you
come back, I'll own you . . . and I'll use you." Nabiki was now
right in front of Shampoo, who was staring at her like a mouse
cornered by a snake. Nabiki lifted a hand, and extending a
finger touched Shampoo's belly. She slowly ran a long finger
nail up Shampoo's body. Moving it between her breasts and up
her neck, it left a streak of white behind, that quickly
disappeared as Shampoo's upper torso flushed red. Reaching
her chin, Nabiki pressed a little harder and forced the Amazon
to lift her head.
A sudden breeze from the window ruffled Nabiki's hair.
As the breeze passed her and reached Shampoo, the amazon
shivered as it dried the water on her skin. However, at the same
time she felt a sudden heat fill her and swayed slightly toward
Nabiki.
Removing her finger from beneath Shampoo's chin,
Nabiki turned away from her. "I also mentioned some other
things as well. I believe . . . I instructed you not to touch me
unless I gave permission." Nabiki recited in a matter of fact way.
Shampoo was not really listening to Nabiki's words,
instead she found her eyes were following ever motion Nabiki
made. She stared at the rhythmic swaying of Nabiki's hips as
she walked away from her, at the play of muscles in her sleek
back. All the while Nabiki kept talking, slowly, precisely,
calmly. Nabiki's steady even voice was soothing, and Shampoo
found herself becoming mesmerized as it washed over her, the
meaning of the words not really mattering. Like a cat being
calmed by a steady relaxed voice, she just stood there and let
Nabiki's voice caress her. It was the tone and cadence, rather
than the content she was listening to. So when Nabiki's pacing
brought her back in front of Shampoo, she was totally
unprepared for the hand that lashed out and slapped her face.
Like a striking snake, Shampoo's hand snatched out and
caught Nabiki's wrist. The knuckles on her fingers turning
white from the pressure of her grip. The flesh of Nabiki's arm
was crushed by the force Shampoo exerted, but Nabiki made not
a whisper of sound. She stared Shampoo straight in the face,
her eyes never wavering. Nor did they flinch when Shampoo's
other hand raised and positioned for a strike that could crush her
skull. Instead, she said.
"Why are you here Shampoo?"
For a minute Shampoo stared into those deep brown eyes,
her body trembling with the need to strike. Then under that
knowing gaze her own eyes dropped and she released Nabiki's
arm. Nabiki cradled her wrist in her other hand and massaged
the vivid white splotch where Shampoo's grip had squeezed the
blood out of the flesh.
"Shampoo not no why she come."
"Really?" Nabiki said. Releasing her sore arm, she once
again placed her hand on Shampoo's belly. But this time she
did not stroke up. Instead she stroked down, until she cupped
Shampoo's mound in her hand. Then moving the hand back and
forth she let her forefinger slip into Shampoo's wet sex.
With a gasp, Shampoo arched her back and thrust her
pelvis at Nabiki's probing finger, but it was gone. Nabiki pulled
her hand away and left Shampoo thrusting at empty air. Instead
Nabiki ran her hand back up Shampoo's belly, her long
fingernails leaving vivid white traces to mark their passage.
"Why are you here Shampoo?" Nabiki repeated.
"Shampoo here . . . " Sweat beaded on the Amazon skin,
replacing the moisture that had been evaporated from her skin.
Once again a breeze ruffled Nabiki's hair before brushing past
Shampoo's body. The Amazon shivered, and a million thoughts
ran through her mind. She had no idea how to put what she
felt, what she needed, into words. Even her native Chinese did
not have the words for what she wanted . . . what she needed.
At last she said. "Shampoo here . . . because . . . Nabiki make
Shampoo feel good." It was a poor way to express the churning
need she felt, but it was the best she could do.
"There, was that so hard?" Nabiki said, her calm voice
belying the racing of her heart. Turning her back on Shampoo
she swallowed, and took a moment to calm herself. Once she
had her emotions in check she turned back to face the Amazon
who was now staring at the floor. "Look at me!!!" She snapped
out. Shampoo started and raised her eyes to look at Nabiki.
"That's better, I don't like it when people won't look me in the
eye . . . Makes me think they have something to hide."
Nabiki held up the small bit of cloth she had been twirling
on her finger earlier. "Do you know what this is?"
Shampoo looked puzzled, and shook her head no.
"This, my dear Shampoo, 'was' the bottom of a forty two
hundred yen set of matching lingerie." Nabiki stretched the
fabric between both her hands and revealed them to be the
remains of the panties she had been wearing earlier. "It is now
scrap." Nabiki strolled around Shampoo looking her lithe body
up and down. "My, you don't seem to have any cash on you."
She reached out and stroked a hand over Shampoo's ass. "I
wonder how you can pay for it." She slid a finger over one of
Shampoo's cheeks until it reached the deep cleft between them.
Then she moved in closer until she was pressed tightly against
Shampoo, nothing between their bodies but Shampoo's silky
hair. She ran her finger up and down the cleft in Shampoo's ass,
and whispered in her ear. "Do you have any suggestions?"
Shampoo swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. The feeling
of Nabiki's breasts pressing into her back were stirring feelings
she had never expected to feel at the touch of another female.
"Shampoo bring water, Nabiki use Instan . . . "
>SLAP< Shampoo jolted slightly as Nabiki's caressing
hand drew back and swatted her muscular backside. It was a
light blow, hardly more than a tap, but it resonated through
Shampoo's body, causing her to quiver, as tremblers of pleasure
shivered through her body.
"You will not mention that again!!" Nabiki hissed in her
ear. "That is for good little kittens! You have been a very bad
kitty! You touched without permission, and you damaged my
personal property! O yes, you have been a very bad kitty
indeed!"
Nabiki stepped back from Shampoo, and again walking
around her, when she was in front of her she looked Shampoo in
the eye, and said, "And what do you think I should do to you?"
Shampoo was sweating. This was not going the way she
had planned. She had been so pleased when she had managed
to bring Nabiki to a climax earlier. She had been sure that
Nabiki would make her feel wonderful in return. She had not
expected this cold and sarcastic person. She looked at the girl in
front of her. Nabiki had little in the way of muscle under that
baby fat. Shampoo 'knew' Nabiki had little skill in fighting.
Shampoo could crush her with a single blow, but the thought
filled her with a cold emptiness. Yes she could destroy Nabiki,
but it would cost her.
Suddenly Nabiki hand grasped her chin and twisted
Shampoo's head so she was looking Shampoo straight in the
eye. "I asked you a question!!" Nabiki said in an ice cold voice,
a voice that sent a wave of heat rushing through Shampoo's
body. Shampoo slumped, as if that heat had melted some of the
iron in her, and mumbled something.
"What was that? Did you say something? I don't think I
caught that!" Nabiki said.
"Punish Shampoo," Shampoo said in a tremulous voice.
"Punish? What a novel idea, but however could I do
that?" Nabiki brought her hand to her chin in a mocking pose of
deep thought. As she did so, she seemed to become aware of the
tattered panties in her hand. "O dear, I really must dispose of
these." Nabiki looked around for somewhere to toss the torn
undergarment. As she looked, she balled them up in her hand
and raised her arm, in preparation of throwing them into the first
trash can she saw. She made a complete turn, and was left with
the panties still in her hand. She looked at Shampoo, a bemused
smile on her face, a direct copy of Kasumi's as a matter of fact.
"O dear, I don't seem to have anywhere to put them." She
looked at Shampoo, a speculative look on her face. Then her
smile widened, Kasumi finding an extra mouth at the dinner
table, Nabiki said. "Open your mouth would you kitty."
Shampoo was hesitant but those brown eyes bore into
hers, and she complied, but just barely. She opened her mouth
slightly, just parting her lips.
Nabiki frowned, "Open your mouth!!" She ordered, all
mockery gone from her voice. Shampoo opened wide, and
Nabiki reached over and popped the torn and soiled panties into
her open mouth. Then putting a hand on the bottom of
Shampoo's chin, she lifted. "You can close your mouth now
kitten." When Shampoo did so, there were still little strands of
fabric sticking out from between her lips. Nabiki raised a hand,
and with her forefinger pushed the shards in, one at a time, until
there was no sign of the panties remaining.
Nabiki smiled at her. "Very good, you just hold that until
I find somewhere else to put it."
Turning her back on Shampoo she went over to a dresser and
opened a drawer. Reaching in, she pulled out several items.
Walking back over to Shampoo she handed her two pairs of
thigh and ankle cuffs. "I believe you know where these go. Put
them on!" Nabiki snapped out the last bit. For a minute
Shampoo stood there holding the leather straps, hesitating, then
she bent over and started to put them on.
"What a good kitty," Nabiki practically purred. She
reached down and patted the top of Shampoo's head. Shampoo
felt a wash of pleasure at that touch and she lifted slightly,
pressing her head against that stroking hand. The hand moved
down and scratched Shampoo behind the ear, and again
Shampoo rubbed her head against the pleasure giving fingers.
Then Nabiki withdrew her hand. "You're very slow, a little
faster please, I need my sleep." Shampoo complied and soon the
straps were firmly in place.
"Stand up please." As Shampoo obeyed, Nabiki went back
to the dresser and withdrew a heavy leather belt. "Hands to the
front!!" Nabiki snapped when Shampoo reflexively placed her
hands over her ass. Slowly Shampoo complied, all the while
looking at the heavy leather strap in Nabiki hand with wide
eyes. Nabiki walked behind her and as she passed, Shampoo
felt another wave of heat. "Eye's front!!" Nabiki snapped out,
as Shampoo swivelled her eyes to watch Nabiki.
Shampoo jerked her head back to the front, and stared
straight ahead. Her sensitive ears could make out the sound of
the leather strap brushing against Nabiki's leg, and could hear
Nabiki's footsteps as she walked closer to Shampoo. Shampoo
clenched her buttocks and waited for the lash to fall. Instead she
felt Nabiki's arms reaching around her, each of her hands
holding an end of the belt.
Reaching completely around Shampoo's waist Nabiki
pressed herself tightly against Shampoo's back, and buckled the
heavy leather belt in place. Before she removed her hands
Nabiki leaned forward, and brushing aside the silky hair, kissed
the back of Shampoo's neck. Then she whispered.
"Very good, kitty, very good indeed. You're such a good
kitty. If you keep being a good kitten maybe mommy will give
you a treat. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Shampoo practically purred in response. Nabiki then took
one of Shampoo's hands and pulled it toward the belt. For the
first time Shampoo noticed that there were heavy leather loops
attached to it. Nabiki slipped Shampoo's hand through the loop
and pulled it tight, fastening her wrist tightly in place. She
repeated the operation on the other arm. When she was finished
both of Shampoo's hands were fastened firmly to the heavy belt.
Nabiki walked in front of Shampoo and stared at her,
looking deeply into her eyes, a slight frown of uncertainty on her
face. By now Shampoo was practically boiling with arousal. As
Nabiki stood there staring at her, Shampoo brought her legs
tightly together and rubbed them against each other. Her juices
squeezed out of her hot sex and ran down her thighs. The heavy
scent of her arousal wafted through the air and into Nabiki's
nose. The frown on Nabiki's face disappeared, and she reached
out and pinched one of Shampoo's nipples between her fingers.
Shampoo gasped as a knife blade of pleasure jolted through her.
She leaned forward into Nabiki's grip. Nabiki retreated, pulling
her along with her. In a few steps they reached her bed.
"Get on the bed . . . on your knees" Nabiki commanded,
releasing Shampoo's nipple. Shampoo lifted one leg and placed
it on the bed, then she did the same with the other. In a minute
she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her back toward
Nabiki.
"Sit back on your heels and then lean forward so your face
is on the covers." Nabiki commanded. Shampoo complied, and
was soon curled up in a ball, face tight against the bed covers,
ass high in the air and just barely hanging over the edge of the
bed. Nabiki reached down and fastened the cuffs on Shampoo's
legs together securing her firmly in place. Then bending over
Shampoo's body she gathered Shampoo's hair up and lay it
gently on the bed beside her head, leaving Shampoo's eyes free
of any obstruction.
Shampoo heard Nabiki walk away, and there was the
sound of drawers opening and closing. Then footsteps
approached her, and a second or so later three objects thumped
down on the bed a little way from her face. She looked at them
in puzzlement. Two of them were cylindrical in shape. One
was about six inches long and tapered from a rounded tip to
about an inch and a quarter thick for most of its length. The
other was about four inches long, and also had a small rounded
tip, but it flared out rapidly to about an inch and a half thick and
then flared back down to a narrow neck attached to a wide base.
The final object was almost mundane. It was a thin rope of
braided leather with a clip on one end.
Shampoo suddenly forgot about the strange objects.
Nabiki had run one of her fingers along the outside of
Shampoo's sex, and Shampoo forgot everything in the wash of
sensation that pulsed through her body. Shampoo hissed in
pleasure and thrust her hips back at Nabiki's finger. Nabiki
pulled her hand back in reaction to Shampoo's movement,
maintaining only the lightest of contact. For the next five
minutes she tormented Shampoo, slowly running her finger
around Shampoo's sex, brushing lightly over her clitoris.
Whenever Shampoo's vagina would start to pulse, she would
pull back her finger and wait until the Amazon had cooled
down.
Shampoo twisted and squirmed, and finally started
rubbing her thighs together, in an effort to surmount the last
little peak she needed to feel that rush of fire that had enslaved
her three nights before.
>SLAP< Her hips bucked as Nabiki stopped stroking, and
smacked her upturned ass with her bare hand. "Stop Moving!!"
Nabiki commanded. Shampoo had to fight down the urge to rip
herself free of her bindings and plunge her fingers into her
heated sex. Instead she groaned into the panties stuffed in her
mouth and stopped her body's twisting. "Spread your legs"
Nabiki then commanded. Again Shampoo obeyed, twisting her
torso so she could lift one of her bound legs and set it down a
foot and a half away from the other.
Shampoo felt Nabiki's body brush against hers, and she
watched as a hand reached down into her field of vision, and
picked up one of the cylindrical objects, the one with the
uniform shape. Once again she felt hands on her ass and
something, not a finger, brushed against her sex. Then it pulled
away. Suddenly, a light buzzing came to her ears, and it was all
she could do to keep from bucking her hips in reaction as the
thing once again made contact with her upturned sex.
Fire ran thru her veins and all the moisture seemed to disappear
from her mouth. Even the panties that had up too now been well
soaked with her spit seemed to be dry. Then she felt the
buzzing object moving at the very opening to her vessel and she
moaned low in her throat as it slowly shoved its way deep into
her body. A small tearing pain shot through her body as it
ripped the portion of her hymen that her training had left intact,
and she stoically ignored the sensation. The pain disappeared
almost as quickly it came. Washed away by the sensation
aroused by the object moving in and out of her vagina. For a
minute she could feel it being shuttled in and out of her fire-
filled hole. The sensation of being filled with something for the
very first time added a new dimension to the pleasure shooting
through her body, and then Nabiki stopped moving it, and left it
where it was, plunged deep into her body, vibrating slightly.
The sensation running through her body blinded her to
everything else, so she did not hear Nabiki going over to her
desk or hear her returning. Only when Nabiki's fingers slipped
into her wide spread ass crack did she focus on something
beside the object thrust deeply into her body. Nabiki's fingers
were greasy and they played with her rosebud. She shifted her
hips nervously, but stopped when Nabiki's hand slapped her
butt in reaction to her violation of the no move rule. She ceased
her movement, but she could feel Nabiki's thumb pressing
relentlessly against her most private place, and that was causing
her body to shiver despite her efforts at remaining motionless.
Slowly, forcing its way past the ring of muscle surrounding
Shampoo's rosebud, Nabiki's thump pressed inward. Then with
an almost audible pop it overcame her resisting sphincter, and
plunged into her ass. Back and forth Nabiki rocked her hand
loosening and lubricating Shampoo's tightly, clasping, opening.
Shampoo's muscles were trembling with the strain of
trying to obey Nabiki's injunction against moving. Small
whimpers of suppressed passion, mixed with nervous moaning,
escaped her mouth, and a thin sheen of sweat formed on her
body. The combined sensation in both her holes was bringing
her close to exploding in release.
Finally Nabiki withdrew her thumb, and Shampoo, whose
back had been arched fiercely all this time slumped in relief.
Her relief was short lived, she watched with wide spread eyes as
Nabiki's hand once more entered her field of vision and picked
up the other cylindrical object. No!! She could not!! Things did
not go in there. They came out. Shampoo surged upwards, only
to be pressed down again by a hand in the small of her back.
There was no strength behind that hand. Just a gentle pressure,
but it stopped Shampoo's movement dead despite that. Nabiki
leaned over her body again and whispered in her ear.
"Do you want me to stop kitty? Do you want to go home
now?"
Shampoo knew she could break free of her bindings in an
instant, knew that she could overcome Nabiki with no effort. If
she did that . . . then she knew Nabiki would send her home.
She could not force Nabiki to give her the pleasure she wanted.
Could not force her to give her the companionship she needed . .
. or the love. For a second her muscles remained tense. Then
they relaxed and she sagged against the bed.
"Very good kitten, very good indeed." Nabiki whispered in
her ear. Then she stood up and Shampoo could feel the tip of
the thing in Nabiki's hand pressing against her rear opening.
She groaned into her gag as it slowly forced it way into her
body. For what seemed like hours but was only a minute,
Nabiki rocked and pumped the thing back and forth, slowly
working it deeper into Shampoo's bowels. Finally the widest
section forced it way past her sphincter muscles, and with a rush
it plunged the rest of the way into her body. Shampoo's entire
awareness was focused on the sensations of immense fullness
that filled both her holes.
Nabiki removed her hands from Shampoo's ass, and
reached down and picked up the last of the objects on the bed.
Reaching between Shampoo's legs she fastened the clip on the
end of the leather rope to the center of the belt and ran it back
out between Shampoo's legs. Pulling it up so it bisected
Shampoo's sex and ass she carefully positioned it so that it ran
across the bases of the two dildos thrust deep into Shampoo's
body. Running it across the small of Shampoo's back, she
fastened it to the heavy belt.
Nabiki stepped back and admired her handiwork.
Shampoo knelt on the bed her face lying on the sheets and her
ass high in the air. Just the right height she mussed to herself,
eyes going to the crate of Instant Nanniichuan, but then she
pulled her eyes away with an angry thought. NO!! I'm doing
this as a female. Shampoo came here to fuck with a guy, but I'm
not a guy. If she can't be happy with my female form, then
better to find out now.
Despite her hard words to herself, Nabiki had been
desperately afraid that Shampoo would do just that. Three days
ago she had not the slightest interest in Shampoo as a sexual
being, now looking at her trussed on the bed, dildos thrust in
both of her opening, she felt an attraction she had never felt
before for another person.
It was no longer just the fact that Shampoo was submitting
to her. These feelings were more than her lust for power over
others. Some part of her brain had made the connection,
Shampoo was hers, and she was desperately afraid that Shampoo
would take herself away. Nabiki was under no delusions over
her ability to hold Shampoo against her will, but she also knew
that she would never compromise herself either. What she had
told Shampoo earlier was very true. If Shampoo came back, she
would use her, but the other part was a lie. The part about
Nabiki not caring either way. She was discovering that she
cared very much indeed, but this relationship was going to be on
her terms or not at all.
Nabiki stepped forward and leaned over Shampoo's body,
reaching around she cupped her firm breasts, and began to
knead them. A low moan came from Shampoo's throat, and
encouraged, Nabiki started to press her hips into Shampoo's
upturned ass. The pressure caused the imbedded dildos to shift
in Shampoo's openings. The combined sensation of Nabiki's
hands, and the objects thrusting into her body was enough to
shove Shampoo over the edge. A small shiver ran through her
body, followed by another, stronger one. Then Nabiki felt the
muscles under her belly writhe and twist as Shampoo orgasm
exploded in a spasm of pleasure. Nabiki stepped back from
Shampoo's trembling body, an expression of satisfaction and
accomplishment on her face. Then expression firming, she
proceeded with the next step.
Ninety minutes later.
Nabiki bent forward in her chair until her face was inches
from Shampoo's upturned ass. Lifting her brush, she delicately
dipped it in the small can she held in her other hand. Then
raising it she reached forward. Holding her breath she very
carefully moved the brush toward Shampoo's creamy derriere
and with great delicacy placed the final stroke of paint, finishing
the pattern she had been working on.
She heaved a sigh and sat back in her chair. For a minute
she sat there admiring the stylized N T she had painted. "Very
nice, very nice indeed," she said. "I think that looks just perfect.
We can visit a tattoo shop in a day or so and get it done
permanently." The only response from Shampoo was a muffled
moan of passion. Nabiki smirked at the upturned ass in front of
her. "It's your own fault you know. If you had not kept moving,
I would not have had to start over all those times. We could
have been finished an hour ago." Standing up Nabiki returned
the paint can to its proper place and stood for a minute admiring
her handiwork as she cleaned her brushes.
"O by the way kitten, you can move now."
A tremor ran through Shampoo's body, and then another,
until her hips bucked and her body went rigid as the orgasm she
had been holding at bay for the last ten minutes crashed over
her. It was the sixth one she had experienced in the last hour.
The previous five had ruined Nabiki's calligraphy, and forced
her to start over. As the last ripple of passion ran down her
body, Shampoo slumped, her body bathed in sweat, breath
rushing in and out of her nose. Even after all she had
experienced in the last hour she had not spit out the ragged
panties in her mouth.
Nabiki finished cleaning her brushes and placed them in a
tin on her desk. Then she strolled over to Shampoo, and ran a
hand over her sweat soaked ass. Then sliding her hand over
Shampoo's body, Nabiki ran her hand slowly up the small of
Shampoo's back causing her to arch in pleasure. A small shiver
ran through her back muscles, as she experienced a residual
spasm of pleasure at Nabiki's touch Reaching the leather belt
fastened around her waist, Nabiki unfastened the slim leather
rope. Then she shoved her arms between Shampoo's wide
spread legs and un-clipped the other end of the rope. Tossing it
on the floor behind her, she slowly stroked Shampoo's ass
cheeks with both hands. She brought her hips forward and
rubbed herself against Shampoo's body, grinding the dildos
deeper into Shampoo's body. Then swallowing the spit that
suddenly filled her mouth she reached down and grabbed the
base of the dildo that was shoved up Shampoo's pussy. It slid
out easily, and was accompanied by a flood of juices.
Nabiki started to throw the dildo down on the floor with
the rope, but then hit by a sudden impulse, she lifted it
tentatively to her lips and licked. The taste was not altogether
bad. She looked down a Shampoo's upturned face. Shampoo
was looking at her with stars in her eyes. Nabiki shivered at the
depth of passion she could detect in them. She felt herself
responding to that look, her own sex heating, and lubricating.
She gave a little shudder and shook herself out of the trance she
had fallen into. She set the dildo down and reached forward and
grasped the base of the butt plug. This took a little more effort
to extract, but it was only a small one and came out fairly easily.
Nabiki felt absolutely no desire to sample this taste sensation
and tossed it down with the others.
Nabiki then preceded to remove the rest of Shampoo's ties
and bindings until she was as naked as the moment she had
come into the room. The last thing she did was to remove the
soaking wet panties from Shampoo's mouth. Free of her ties the
Amazon stretched out on the bed, slowly twisting and turning
her body to relieve the kinks of her hour and a half in bondage.
She looked up at Nabiki from under half lidded eyes. A
contented half asleep look on her face. Once again Nabiki was
put in mind of a tiger, and she felt heat flush through her body at
the thought that this tiger was hers to do with as she would.
None of that showed on her face however as she snapped
out. "On your feet!!" Shampoo blinked at her, startled, but
obediently rolled off of the bed onto her feet. As soon as she
was clear of the bed Nabiki dumped a glass of water over her
head. Nabiki watched in fascination as Shampoo body shrank
and morphed until a small damp cat was sitting on the floor
looking at her reproachfully. Nabiki reached down and picked
her up. "Sorry kitten, but this is a single bed, and I'm in need of
my rest. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow." Setting the
dumbfounded cat on the floor Nabiki lay down on her bed and
closed her eyes.
Nabiki was not really as calm as she pretended. She was
burning with the need to experience some of the pleasure
Shampoo had enjoyed in the last hour. That would be a show of
weakness, she thought, and she was not going to show any
weakness on this night. She did not want Shampoo to get the
impression that Nabiki needed her for anything. So even though
her body cried out for release from the burning in her groin, she
ignored it and concentrated on cooling her overheated passions.
Slowing her breathing she lay there quietly, her legs wide spread
to prevent even the slightest friction.
She was so busy concentrating on repressing her feelings.
She did not feel the soft thump of a small body jumping onto her
bed. She did however very much feel what happened next.
Carefully being sure not to brush against Nabiki's legs
Shampoo-neko crept as close as she could get to Nabiki's
drooling sex. She could smell Nabiki's arousal, and intended to
do something about it. Finally having gotten as close as she
could without giving her presence away, she pounced.
Nabiki threw back her head and gasped. The small barbs
on Shampoo-neko's tongue caused a sensation out of proportion
to its actual size. Nabiki reached down with the intention of
dislodging Shampoo from her meal. Before her hands got
anywhere near the busily lapping cat, a shudder ran through her
body and her hands clenched tightly in the bed clothes, rather
than around the small cat. Nabiki did not last long. Unlike
Shampoo she had not had an orgasm during the past ninety
minutes. She had shoved her lust aside and had toyed with
Shampoo. Satisfying as that had been, it was nothing compared
to this. Nabiki felt like the top of her head was going to come
off. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud.
Through this all, Shampoo continued to lick. Delicately
she nosed in and selected her spots with care. Her sensitive
whiskers detected the spasms that rippled through Nabiki's
body. Even after Nabiki's legs closed, pinning her in place she
continued to lick. Up and down Nabiki's slit her tongue went,
lapping at Nabiki's sex as if it were a dish of milk. Nabiki's
honey flowed profusely, and Shampoo diligently licked up every
drop. On and on Shampoo went. The stamina of her human
body was present in her cat form, and even when her ribs were
threatened by the pressure from Nabiki's legs she kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed again, her legs lifted from the bed and
carried the cat pinned between her legs with them. Shampoo
kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and thrashed her head from side to side.
Shampoo kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and her legs thrashed, knocking
Shampoo aside for a moment, then they fell open as Nabiki
gave in to exhaustion. Shampoo resumed her place and kept
licking.
Nabiki hands weakly tried to push Shampoo away from
her honey pot, Shampoo dug her claws into the bed spread and
kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and barely moved, Shampoo kept
licking.
At last Nabiki lay motionless, breath gusting from her
mouth, lungs rising and falling like a bellows. Shampoo
stopped licking.
Nabiki was too weak to move as Shampoo walked up her
body and stood on her chest looked down at the exhausted girl.
Shampoo stuck her tongue as far out as it would go, and looking
directly into Nabiki's eyes licked her chops, removing the
remains of Nabiki's juices from her whiskers. Nabiki just lay
there panting, glaring at Shampoo's expression of smug
superiority. Silently she promised herself to remove that
expression at a later date. Shampoo turned herself around
several times and then lay down, her head cushioned on one of
Nabiki's breasts. She closed her eyes and to all appearances
went to sleep.
Nabiki lay there panting, the light body of the cat raising
and falling with her breaths. After a little while she regained
her breath. She raised her arms and held her hands poised over
the body of the cat. Then her eyes softened, and she crossed her
arms across her chest, cradling the softly purring cat on her
chest. A minute later the room was silent except for the soft
breathing of the two figures on the rumpled bed.
AAHHHH Cat, cat, cat,
Akane looked up from where she had been glumly
examining her new school uniform. A second later Ranma burst
into her room and dived under the bed. Akane blinked in
surprise, staring at her bed. A voice from the door caused her to
turn around.
"You two had better get ready for school. I'd hate to have
done all that work to get you registered, and then have you be
late your first day. Akane said nothing. She was to busy
looking at the cat Nabiki held cradled in her arms. She just
pointed a shaky finger at the cat in Nabiki's arms and silently
opened and closed her mouth, not being able to force a word out,
finally after a second she tried again and succeeded at least to
the point of stuttering,
"Sha . . . Sham...Shampoo!!"
"Really Akane, your as bad as Ranma. Shocked by a
sweet little kitty." With that she walked out of sight leaving her
sister gaping at the door.
"Is she gone?" A soft voice whispered from under her bed.
Akane made no answer. She just kept staring at the door,
a stunned expression on her face.
"Hello, are you open?"
The nurse at the reception desk looked up at the brown
haired girl in the doorway. The girl was dressed in a school
uniform and had a cat carrier in one hand.
"Yes dear, the doctor is not in yet, but if you want to leave
your pet before you go to school. I'll see that she is looked
after."
"Thank you"
"What is it you wanted looked at, is she sick?"
"No, not sick"
"Did you come to get her spayed then?"
The girl smiled a wide grin and the cat in the carrier
suddenly set up a loud wailing. "No" she said, "She is a very
lovely cat, I may want to breed her sometime. The reason I'm
here is to get a Micro chip implant. I hear you do them here."
"Yes indeed, and it's a very good thing to get done. If
your pet is ever lost, any shelter or veterinarian office will be
able to scan the chip for her ownership records."
"That's what I want. I don't want there to be any doubt
about who owns her. I'll just leave her here and pick her up
later then?"
"That's right dear," She reached down and passed a form
to the girl. " Just fill out this form with all the necessary
information and the doctor will implant the chip later. She will
be all done when you get back this afternoon. I'll put her in the
back while you fill out the form." She picked up the cat carrier,
and carried it into the back room.
A minute later she returned, and saw that the girl had
finished the form. Picking it up she scanned it, and then looked
up and smiled at the school girl. "Well everything we need
seems to be here. We'll see you tonight then will we Miss
Tendo?"
"That's right. Thank you for your help. I'll be back after
school"
"Such a nice girl" The nurse murmured, and then she went
back to her filing.
Well there is the end of Chapter two.
I hope you enjoyed it. I have gotten so much positive response
to chapter one that I have been worried about living up to it. I
hope I did. If you think I slipped send me a message and let me
know how and why.
I would very much like to get feedback on this. This chapter
would not have been done nearly as quickly, if it had not been
for the people who wrote and told me how much they liked ch1.
I would like to thank all the people who did so. It made all the
work worthwhile.
I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler. Without him this
would not be nearly as readable as it is.
Wade has not done any lemons . . . Yet. But anyone who has
written a fic where Akane and Shampoo become lovers is not far
from falling over the edge into Hentai-hood.
You can find his stories at <http://www.mala.bc.ca/~tritscwa>
Try his stories out. They're very good.
As well I would like to thank a certain, red head who offered to
pre-read for me a few weeks ago, without her help this story
would not be as good as it is. It is a big confidence builder when
pretty girls write and say they liked your story. Especially when
they are as nasty minded as she is. She was a big help in
heating up the scenes between Shampoo and Nabiki.
Thanks Green Eyes.
Authors notes:
I just wanted to make a few short comments here.
About La Blue Girl. This is mainly a Ranma fic, the elements I
borrowed, and will borrow, from the video are for the purpose of
altering the Ranma characters so that
they can do all the hentai things this story will require.
So don't expect to see the female members of the cast
ravaged by tentacles, it ain't going to happen. Most appearances
by tentacles are going to result in serious pain and humiliation,
for the monster, not the girl.
Hey, were talking Ranma's girls here, If your were a
demon, would you try to ravish Akane, knowing what you know
about her, not to mention that sword Shampoo seems able to
pull from nowhere, and then there are Ukyou's spatulas. Nope,
any demon who messes with these girls is asking to have his
love life cut short, literally.
Miko Mido will appear, however. Anyone want to vote
for her boyfriend. Feel free to send in your choices and reasons.
Give me a good funny one and it may happen. I have nothing in
mind for her at the moment.
How long will this be.
I have no idea. There is an underlaying plot to this, but in
general it is just going to flow from story to story much as the
Manga did. How far I go, really depends on whether people are
interested in reading it.
Why are the chapters so damn big.
This is a lemon, but I also want to have some plot and character
development, and as I don't want to write any non-lemon
chapters, that means that sometimes it will take a little while to
get to the good stuff. Hopefully I can make it interesting enough
to be worth the read.
Other chapters of this can be found at the RAAC archive.
As well it is on the following home pages.
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html
The Hungry Tiger
schell@interlog.com
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