DNabikiTHC3 Nabiki 1/2 "A Very Scary Thought" by Jim Robert Bader The Honeymoon Chapter HENTAI ALERT: MATURE ADULT MATERIAL! CONTAINS SITUATIONS OF A CARNAL, SENSUAL NATURE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY SCENES OF BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, SADO-MASOCHISM, BISEXUALITY AND OUTRIGHT NAUGHTINESS, TRY LOOKING SOMEWHERE ELSE, BUB! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Her name was Lao-Kahn, though some would call her Lanocane the Pirate. She preferred the name Madam Lao, Queen of the South Asian seas and undisputed mistress of the Good (for lack of a better term) Ship "Piece of Junk." This (admittedly dubious) honor was not something she had chosen or actively pursued for herself, being more of a curse than a gift, but one to which she had long ago grown accustomed given that she had very little choice in the matter. She was very tall for a woman, standing near to six feet even with long hair that was a pale blue-green coloration, and remarkably handsome for a lady in her mid-to-late thirties. Though born of Chinese and ancient Scythian heritage, with more than a modicum of alien ancestry, she had a quixotic appearance that made her ancestry almost impossible to determine upon the surface, not that she counted her formidable heritage for much these days, having lived in exile from her people for more than a decade. That decade had been spent mastering the intricacies of her ship, a magical vessel created centuries before by a powerful Chinese Wizard during the era when the Middle Kingdom was not so isolated nor as xenophobic. The spells that had been incorporated into its every fiber had imbued the ship with a life of its own, though time and misfortune had turned its magics inward and soured them against normal life. The vessel had grown old and wise with the passage of the ages, like an old woman turned strange and bitter. By the time it had wound up in Lao's custody it was virtually a ghost ship, haunted by his crew and the spirits of those who had died within its holds, a cursed relic of a bygone era and certainly no prize to be won as ownership had a price that was too steep to pay, and far too grim to be contemplated. Lao had changed many things about her vessel, changed its direction and had given it a purpose. Today it sailed the seas like a phantom, invisible to radar and normal observation, warping the space around it with a magical fog that obscured its very existence from even modern instruments. The inside of the ship was much, much larger than the exterior, and the exterior itself was huge, easily the size of a small cruiser, which was considerable mass for a vessel made entirely of wood. It prowled the seas like a lumbering predatory, slipping in and out of ports throughout the region with the sly stealth of a great beast in the shadows, transporting contraband and smuggling goods that well-paying clients wished to trade outside of the notice of legal authorities and customs. Among the contraband she most preferred to deal with were slaves...women trained to be sexual objects...toys for the amusement of wealthy clients, courtesans who were accomplished in the arts of giving and receiving pleasure. These women--- obtained through means both fair and foul---were her most prized possessions, the ones whom Lao lavished time and attention upon with the goal of insuring that each one of them would become an accomplished concubine, gifted in the sensual arts and as receptive to pleasure as the whim or suggestion that would suit their eventual owners. That this practice was---technically speaking---highly illegal was of mild concern to the self-styled lady Pirate. That there might be moral and ethical concerns inherent in her peculiar business was something to which she had long ago become inured, having resolved whatever issues she might once have had with the practice, and even going so far as to be convinced that it was a legitimate service. She was not delusional about the nature of her business, and she knew full well the even more peculiar nature of human beings, particularly the men who liked to own women. She knew full well the brutality and inhumanity that could be visited upon the weak and the helpless, and so took steps to insulate her business against that sort of individual, the type who would give her sort of profession a bad name. All right, she would argue, so her methods might seem questionable, but the results were often splendid in that she graduated many women from her self-run school of "hard-knockers," and she never truly abandoned any of her charges to her "clients," keeping one good eye upon them to insure that they were not mistreated nor abused, else she would vent her wrath upon the abusers and collect the goods (along with the hides of the maladjusted wretches) with a haste that was swift, certain and often quite bloody. She wanted to be sure that her women always "found a good home," because she wanted to have fun and still be able to sleep at nights, a feat unto itself when it came to sleeping within a haunted vessel. And so it was that this "benevolent" pirate was presently keeping an eye upon those youths in whom she found great favor, having a fresh memory of her months- ago encounter with this particular group that were now enjoying a shared Honeymoon together. "Interesting," she mused as she studied the image projected by an artifact that she called the "Lens of Magellan," an ancient device created by the ship's own original inhabitant, "So that's the way it is between those two. I can't say that I find it too surprising, but I rather imagine that Tendo-san is feeling more than a bit disappointed in the attitude of her Airen." The captain was presently sitting down upon a "living chair" composed of several well-trained slaves who had been taught to assume a set of complimentary positions that supported the weight of their Mistress in a decidedly inclined position. Lao was leaning back upon the warm surface with her feet propped up on a human "footstool," and much were those slaves grateful that their "loving benefactor" kept her body in youthful trim so that her weight was not too onerous a burden. Lao was holding up her wineglass, into which another slave dutifully poured a rich rose vintage (and being EXTRA careful not to spill a single drop), savored the aroma of the wine before sipping at it gently, her eyes never leaving the projected imagery of events happening not all that far away aboard another type of vessel, a luxury cruise liner. "Mistress?" asked Blossom, not a slave but rather a trusted subordinate and prime member of her crew (as well as being a fellow Amazon exile), who stood to one side and dutifully overheard the comment of her captain. "Just musing aloud," Lao smiled as she eyed the blue haired warrior and first officer of her ship, "I thought to test young Saotome's resolve with a simple dousing of water on his Jusenkyo-cursed husband. As anticipated, the boy reacted rather badly to the sudden discovery that he had his dick in the rectum of another man rather than the wife whom he had been so enthusiastically plowing." "You made her change while he was still inside her, Mistress?" Blossom blinked then said, "Ow." "Oh, no worry there," Lao assured her, "I wouldn't have done it to the boy if he had been inside her other opening...they'd probably wind up fused together like a pair of Siamese Twins, or something equally unpleasant. I merely wanted to see how deep the boy's feelings actually run since he was putting in such a splendid performance doing things on the straight and narrow." "Excuse me, Mistress?" Blossom asked. "Think about it," Lao replied, "The boy trained long and hard to get where he is today, even going so far as to create several new systems of martial arts, one pertaining entirely to the arts of giving and sharing pleasures. Obviously he has a great deal of enthusiasm for screwing with his new wife, but I was...curious to know if he would show even a fraction as much energy for when his wife turned into a husband. I wonder if he ever even gave it serious thought until this moment. So far everyone in their happy little group has been willing to go bisexual with their mutual loved ones, I simply wanted to know if Ranma would prove to be the sole exception." "You mean...does he like boys?" Blossom asked, "Well...I suppose it matters on how his mother raised him..." "Yes indeed," Lao mused as she assumed a very thoughtful expression, "Of course his mother does have some rather curious values when it comes to the subject of her son's manly behavior. This Nodoka seems to have oddly contradictory views on the matter, and I wonder if that might account for the boy's previous unease when it came to the whole subject of sex itself. A wonderful thing that my own adopted cousin should be the one to enlighten him on this topic, giving him the bold initiative that he was previously lacking." "I guess," Blossom said dubiously, eyeing the projection of two naked boys sitting on a bed together while admiring their curiously...aesthetic appearance. "Um...Mistress...are you certain that it's wise to be spying on this particular couple?" voiced a timid Lotus, yet another Amazon Exile whom Madam Lao regarded as both a friend and a subordinate "helpmate," "Didn't your husband forbid you to interfere in the lives of the Tendo and Saotome families?" "Who's interfering?" Lao tactfully countered, "And can't I have a healthy concern on the welfare of my own kinsfolk? My cousins are married to these artful teenagers, and their future happiness depends upon them. Besides, I am only engaging in some perfectly harmless spying, just to see that they are well on their way to a happy marriage, and surely my loving husband could not object to such a thing? Why, to do so would be inhuman." "Yes...so?" the pink-haired Lotus asked reasonably. "We would not dream of criticizing your Airen, Mistress," Blossom added, "But...technically speaking...he isn't really all that...human." Lao thought a moment on that, her mind going back a few years to her fateful confrontation with the indomitable "Doctor Franklin Nathaniel Steinberg," a battle royal that had been truly memorable and nothing short of epic, particularly the ending moves that they each had thrown at each other in the final match, Lao unleashing her formidable Tsunami Attack, her opponent using his even more awe inspiring Chained Lightning counter-offensive, which had ended their match rather quickly and come disturbingly close to giving Lao a hair-perm reminiscent of another certain "bride" of Doctor Steinberg's past acquaintance. Of course flashing back to that incident also brought to mind the rather...energetic way in which she had celebrated the conquest of her new Airen. Her second husband had expressed surprise at being greeted in such a manner, but neither had he been adverse to reciprocating, giving Lao ample understanding on why so many referred to him as "The Monster." "Ah...yes," Lao colored abruptly at the memory, "But he was certainly human enough in the ways that truly matter..." "Mistress?" Lotus asked. "Never mind about him," Lao said rather curtly, "I'm much more curious about this odd...interference pattern that I'm picking up around the edges. If I didn't know better, I think someone else besides me was spying on these teenagers. I wonder...perhaps I should turn up the volume? After all, I would very much like to hear what these two are saying..." And with a wave of her hand the infamous Slaver caused the voices of the two boys to rise to where she could hear them with more clarity, all the while taking notice of a wave interference pattern that suggested to her that she was not the only one secretly listening in on this all too private conversation... "Um...Nabiki...Kaneda?" Ranma hesitated. "Yeah, Ranma-kun?" "I'm...sorry about the way I just acted," Ranma said without turning around, "I- I didn't think...it was just instinct..." Kaneda gave a short, "Ha" of exclamation and said, "You don't need to explain that to me, Ranma-kun. I wouldn't expect you to...to want to...do me as a guy..." "Ah," Ranma said in response to this, "It ain't you...I mean...it ain't you- you...I mean...it's just...I ain't Yaoi, you know what I mean?" "Yaoi?" Kaneda repeated, turning a half-glance over his shoulder, "You'd better not be, unless you've been putting on one hell of a good act. Ah...I wouldn't expect you to want to...I mean..." "Yeah," Ranma said, "I'm trying not to think on that, okay? I mean..." "Uh...yeah," Kaneda said nervously, "That." "Don't get me wrong," Ranma said, "I like...doing it with your other self, but..." "Oh?" Kaneda lifted and eyebrow, "You mean it's all right to do that to me when I'm a girl, but it's not all right when I'm like this?" "Well...yeah," Ranma admitted, "Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Kaneda thought about it for a moment then said, "Guess I'm in no position to say otherwise...I've done it often enough with Shampoo, usually at her insistence. And it wasn't exactly the most unpleasant thing I've ever experienced...a little painful at first, but after a while..." "Um...yeah...that was the general idea..." Ranma said. "You mean you've done this before...with someone else?" Kaneda asked with a wry smirk. "No!' Ranma protested, "I..." and then he caught the smirk on the other man's lips, that sardonic look he was so used to seeing on the face of Nabiki, "Oh. Ah...well...I kind of...got it on second-hand authority..." "From Kaoih?" Kaneda lifted an eyebrow then stared straight ahead, "I'm going to have to have some words with that girl the next time her circus is in town. What else did she tell you that I know Perfume could not have clued you in on." "Uh...well..." Ranma colored, "Sis was...pretty descriptive...I think she was trying to prepare me for our match. You know, I used to be pretty...shy about this stuff..." "No fooling?" Kaneda sniffed, "I'd never have guessed." "Yeah," Ranma agreed, "Me neither." An awkward silence fell over them both, but then Ranma heaved a sigh and said, "This is stupid." "It is?" Kaneda asked. "I shouldn't be letting something like this...you know...get to me," Ranma fidgeted with his hands as he struggled to make sense of his emotions, "You're still the same guy...girl...whatever...just because you change...it doesn't really change what's in you. I mean...in some way you do act different as a guy..." "I do?" Kaneda blinked his eyes, "Like...how?" "Well," Ranma sorted through his thoughts to frame his thoughts then said, "For one thing...you're a lot more competitive as a guy...you're more aggressive, um...well...you can also seem kind of...macho..." "Macho," Kaneda said with lifted eyebrows, "You are calling me that?" "Yeah," Ranma said sheepishly, "Go figure." "Macho," Kaneda softly repeated, "Exactly how am I macho?" "Well," Ranma said, looking like he wished he had not brought up the subject, "You're a pretty take-charge king of guy, and you like to be the first in everything, and you act more on impulse than when you're a girl. Nabiki...you tend to be more of a thinker than I am...at least most of the time. That's why I had to study so hard to learn how to out-think you in our big fight...and I was lucky that you were as distracted as you were because you made a rare mistake and underestimated me. If you had been even one tenth as alert as you normally are you would have figured out the Senken a long time before the fight concluded, and you would have been all over me a lot sooner than you were..." "All right, so I got careless near the end there," Kaneda grumbled, "And I took it for granted that my training would give me the edge. I made the mistake of doing what I said I'd never do, which was to bet against you in a fight, and I deserve getting my ass kicked over that, but...how exactly does that make me macho?" Ranma just smiled, prudently realizing that there was no graceful way for him to answer that question. Kaneda seemed to sense it, too, because he smiled back with a sense of irony, hearing the echo of his own words and realizing exactly what he sounded like as he spoke them. "Okay, so maybe that was a pretty macho thing to say," Kaneda said ruefully, "Maybe I've been hanging around with you too much, or maybe this body does something to me...a hormonal thing, I get to thinking like a..." "Like a guy?" Ranma said, "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you." "Gee, thanks," Kaneda sniffed. "You're welcome," Ranma softly chuckled, "Kami-sama...what a pair we make, huh? I mean...I like you as yourself, Nabiki...I really do care about you...even as a guy. You're like my best friend...like another guy I like to hang around with. I mean...when you're a girl...that's different. I know it shouldn't be different, but...well...I just..." Kaneda's hand on Ranma's arm halted the flow of words, and the sex-changing boy eyed his husband with a frank expression, his brown eyes registering complete understanding as he said, "You don't have to say it, Ranma-kun. I wouldn't expect you to feel the same way...I mean...sexually, that is. To me it doesn't make any difference, but...well...I wouldn't expect you to want to...you know..." Ranma looked down and said, "I...I don't feel good about this. I mean...it doesn't bother me that you do it with girls...at least...not any more, not that we're both married to three girls we both care a lot about..." "Three girls?" Kaneda said in amusement, "You and Perfume-chan really have gotten pretty close of late, haven't you?" "Ah...no comment," Ranma colored, then sighed, "The point is...you can do it with both sexes, but for me...I...well...if I did it with you as a guy..." "Your mother might have questions?" Kaneda said in amusement, "She wouldn't be the only one. It's all right, Ranma...what matters to me is that you care enough that you'd even think about it. To tell you the truth, I don't know what it would be like for me to do it as a guy with another guy...probably...a lot different than doing it with Shampoo, or with you when I'm a girl...only I'm not really sure how it would be different. Does that make any kind of sense?" "I don't know," Ranma sighed, "It's not all right with me...it's just...well...weird to think about it. Maybe I just need time, or something like that...but...well...I knew what you were like as a guy when I married you, so maybe it isn't really as important as I'm making it sound. You're still you no matter what you look like, and I...I care about you. I don't want there to be any walls between us." "Thank you," Kaneda said tightly, feeling a lump in his throat that belied the notion that men were not supposed to cry like women, "That means a lot to me, Ranma-kun. I don't want there to be any walls between us either, especially when you can make love like you were doing a minute ago. I want to do it with you just as soon as I change back into my girl half." "Thanks," Ranma said, somewhat relieved to be let off the hook, "And I wanna do it with you...just as long as I don't have to...um..." Kaneda felt a warmth of affection for the boy that was his husband, but still a mischievous whim made him add as if in afterthought, "I'll let it go for now...but maybe one of these days..." "Ah...yeah...maybe," Ranma swallowed. "In the meantime," Kaneda continued, "Mind if I make a suggestion that should get us both in the mood for some more fun and games? It just so happens that there are three girls in the next room who seem to think that they can have a good time without us. Care to join me in showing them the error of their ways?" A smile replaced the nervous looks Ranma had been paying to the boy beside him, becoming a sly grin a moment later that easily matched the one adopted by Kaneda. "So, that's what they're thinking, huh?" Ranma rumbled like a hungry wolf sensing prey, "Well, we've got to do something about that, right?" "My thoughts exactly," Kaneda smiled, standing up off the bed, which caused Ranma to involuntarily glance down, "I suggest we approach with stealth and strike where they least expect it, Perfume-chan included." "Um...right," Ranma said, hesitating getting off of the bed until Kaneda had already started to head for the door, then he shook his head and murmured to himself, "Big...I don't believe it...he's bigger than me...uhm...hooboy..." "Interesting," Lao purred softly, "The boy does surprise me, but Nabiki...she is indeed most surprising. I had no idea their feelings ran so deep that they would even broach this most taboo of subjects. Perhaps their relationship is not a fluke after all, perhaps they truly are meant for one another. True love...ah...I am such a romantic..." "My lady?" Lotus asked with arched eyebrows, not daring to voice aloud what thoughts came to mind upon **that** subject. "Never mind," Lao's eyes took on a calculating look as she continued to gaze upon the projected image, "This should be very interesting indeed, especially if they carry through on their promised threat towards their mutual female lovers. Now if only I could isolate that curious interference wave I seem to be detecting...ah well..." she took a sip from her goblet then added, "The important point is...my two Cousins will shortly be learning the extent of their mutual ardor, and I, for one, can't wait to see this happen..." Ukyo gazed at her two lovers through half-lidded eyes as she kept her thighs spread wide apart and savored the feeling of soft lips and probing tongue plowing the trench of her vagina. Shampoo was proving to be very adept at the art of eating out pussy, and it was all Ukyo could do to hang on for the ride as she felt her clitoris and love canal be pleasured by the agile and sensitive lips of the Amazon as the Purple Haired wonder made a meal out of the Okonomiyaki chef's loins, inducing a state of pleasurable bliss that was only briefly interrupted by a periodic orgasm while Ukyo felt her own breasts and tugged on her nipples to further enhance her already considerable pleasure. Shampoo was herself delighting in the sensuous way that Ukyo was groaning, moaning and writhing at the mercy of her dexterous tongue and loving caresses. Ukyo's cum had a flavor not unlike a slightly lemon-tinged taffy, and the flavor of it was so sweet to drink down that the Amazon wanted to spare no effort at inducing further pleasures. Having Ukyo at her mercy was bringing out the hungry predator in Shampoo's nature, and there was sweetness in the sounds the other girl was making at being lovingly ravished by an Amazon in heat. There was such a thrill in feeling the tremendous strength and suppleness of Ukyo's thighs as she plowed the gulf between them, intent on ravishing the Chef until she was a quivering mound of jelly fit for ready consumption. Shampoo had long suspected that Ukyo would taste this sweet in her mouth, and the fulfillment of this particular fantasy was proving to be delirious good fun, just the sort of thing she needed after months of playing the invalid with people acting as though there were something wrong in making love to a pregnant woman. That Ukyo had no complaints of the treatment that she was receiving was satisfying in itself, but the real surprise in all of this was turning out to be Perfume, Shampoo's well-endowed and equally aroused adopted cousin. Perfume had taken command over Shampoo's ass and was refusing to surrender it as she worked her cousin over with hands, mouth and other parts of her body. Shampoo was astonished upon discovering just what sort of things Perfume could do with her potent nerve clusters, and it was amazing at how easily Shampoo became like putty in her hands, every bit as much at Perfume's mercy as Ukyo was to Shampoo, making the three of them a daisy chain of love that was proving to be magic! Perfume was savoring the sense of complete freedom and absolute power that she held over her much-beloved cousin. Shampoo was indeed proving to be every bit as responsive to her touch as the Enforcer had dared to hope that she would be, and the more Perfume ran her hands over the voluptuous form of her fellow Amazon, the more Perfume was possessed of a desire to ravish her silly. It was like finding a wonderful new toy with which to play, and the understated invitation Shampoo conveyed to her of wanting to be played with just encouraged her to want to go deeper and farther in her use of the Kamasenken. A long repressed and barely acknowledged (until now) admiration for her cousin filled Perfume with the desire to possess her for herself, and so she would use every skill at her disposal to give Shampoo the satisfaction that came with knowing how much she was desired by her lifelong "playmate." To say the least, Perfume was feeling highly...stimulated, one thigh resting between Shampoo's legs, rubbing lightly against the top part of a velvet pussy while Perfume's hands were cupped around those large and globular breasts dangling towards the floor by her amorous cousin. Perfume delighted in the soft-yet-firm mounds of glorious flesh that were as sensitive to the touch as her own rather pendulous bosoms, and the sharp gasps that escaped from the muffled groans Shampoo was making testified to how much she delighted in having her nipples pulled and played with. When faint beads of lactating milk began to flow onto Perfume's fingers she briefly paused to bring those hands up to her lips in order to taste them. Delighting in the savor of fresh breast-milk, Perfume felt her tongue grow parched with a thirst to take those bosoms into her mouth for a long and glorious suckle. Before she could get too far carried away into her fantasies, however, she heard a faint creak upon the floor, the sound of bare feet treading on carpet, and knew at once that someone was attempting to approach her with stealthy moves and a pantherish gait, like one stalking prey. The Enforcer's battle-hardened senses came to the fore, only to be somewhat relaxed at the belated recognition of a scent that she immediately classified as a masculine-scented Nabiki. That was why she hesitated to react, right up to the time when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and found her breasts, cupping them like a pair of well-hung melons. "Nihao," came the not-so-subtle purring into her ear of a roughened male voice, "You and me have some discussing to do, Sugar, if you don't mind laying off my wife for a bit." Perfume involuntarily gulped, suddenly feeling quite shy and extremely nervous as she sensed the lustful intent of her newly-claimed co-wife. Only for a second did she hesitate, though, before reluctantly surrendering her claim to Shampoo's well-turned fanny, allowing herself to be drawn away into the arms of a sex-changing (and horny) martial artist. "Don't worry about Sham-chan, Kitty," Ranma smiled at her in passing, moving into the slot that Perfume had just vacated, "I'll keep things nice and warm on this end while you can play with Nabiki." "R-R-Ranchan?" Ukyo gasped, looking up to see him fill the space before her line-of-vision that had been previously held by her Perfume-chan. "Just stay there and keep on doing what you're doing, Ucchan," Ranma encouraged, running his hands up and down Shampoo's fanny to determine the extent of her arousal, "I'll get to you in a bit, but first...oh yeah...you're good and wet all right. Don't know if you're ready for this or not, Sham-chan, but I just can't resist such an open invitation. Shampoo did not remove her face from where it was nestled between Ukyo's thighs, but she lifted both lavender eyebrows at this as she felt the boy play around with her anatomy, and using a good deal more skill than even Perfume had demonstrated in stroking her nerve endings. Shampoo unselfconsciously began shifting her hips to reposition her pelvis, sensing what was about even before she felt the tip of Ranma's ramrod-hard dick press against her opening, and then she felt him begin to slide into her gulf, moving fluidly to sink it in all the way with hardly more than a gasp from her lips in the passing, a gesture that pleasured Ukyo to no end as it felt as though the Amazon were blowing air into her own pussy. The feel of Ranma's rod inside her depths gave Shampoo a strange sense of happy satisfaction, as though she had been awaiting his arrival all along and had merely anticipated his eventual mounting. To say the least, it felt GOOD to have him at long-last inside her. Ranma could not believe how easy it had been to plunge his manhood into the wet, slick gates of the Amazon's pelvis, but he was far from one to complain as he set about to partially pull out before filling her again, going back and forth in slow-grinding motions as he worked his way around to find a good position, one that would allow his member to rub against and stimulate the maximum number of nerve clusters, just to be sure that Shampoo got as much out of the ride as he knew he would. The purple-haired girl's loins were as velvety soft and accommodating as a fur-lined glove, and the more he increased his pelvic thrusts into her the greater was his sense of her happily yielding herself to receive him. Meanwhile the other Chinese girl was being pleasured in a different way by an equally amorous "Kaneda," whose hands roved over the length of Perfume's body as though she were a musical instrument upon which a symphony of happy noises would soon be played. The sex-changing boy was fully in command here and left the brown haired Amazon in no doubt of that fact whatsoever, positioning Perfume in his lap in such a way that she found herself straddling his massive hard-on. Glancing down at the curious sight of a nine-inch member curving up from the space between her own legs, she felt a nervousness unlike any other she had previously known at the thought of such a "deadly weapon" being used to spear her, a fact not lost on either of them as both knew that this was exactly what Kaneda was intending. "I owe you for this, Sugar," Kaneda leered into Perfume's ear as his hands traveled up and down her torso before cupping her breasts again and giving her nerve-clusters an appropriate level of attention, "Any last words before you take it in?" Perfume gulped at the ominous implications of those words and softly whimpered, "Be gentle." "That goes without saying," Kaneda said as his hands traveled down to her waist, and then she found herself being partially lifted off the floor as her body was positioned in the space over his lap. All at once she felt the rounded head of something pressing against her already well-lubricated loins, and then another second later she was made to sit down, easing herself atop of him as his member impaled her sex, going in a good six inches without encountering more than a slight token of her resistance. Perfume gasped at being filled in just such a way, pausing to shift her weight to make it easier before she sank the remaining few inches and was totally "spiked" with his loins thrusting upward into her cleft. Her soft mewing became much louder groans as Kaneda resumed fondling her, cupping and molding her breasts while his lips found their way to the back of her neck and started to caress her. Shampoo was one very happy camper at having her own loins being pumped by eight inches of Ranma, her muffled gasps and cries causing Ukyo no end of distraction. This was certainly a ride well worth the wait, for Ranma was plowing her trough as though he had been doing it for years, and it felt so good to be claimed by him at last! Shampoo had rather delighted at the way Perfume had been playing with her earlier, and she dearly loved the taste of a woman in her mouth or on her sex, but there had been something missing all this while, and now she knew just what it was. A woman could certainly pleasure another woman in a thousand ways that were sweet and all-intensive, but it took a man to do this one thing right, and Ranma was certainly that type of man that any Chinese girl could pray for in a husband! It was turning her on to no end to think of him climaxing and blowing his load inside of her loins, much as Nabiki would do when in the guise of Kaneda. That the ultimate beneficiary of the sorts of frantic facial noises and expressions she made would happen to be Ukyo, Shampoo had no complaints! This was how sex was meant to be for her with a woman on one end and a hot and horny man on the other! Ranma was finding a kind of relief he had not dreamed of experiencing with his manhood probing the depths of the Amazon girl who was married to his wife...also his wife by the strange logic that they were employing in their peculiar arrangement. It felt so good to be inside Shampoo, a girl whose obvious sexual attractiveness he had been all-too-aware of of late. That the Amazon girl would be this accommodating in a clench was a delight that emboldened him to drive this sensuous beauty to further heights of stimulation and arousal, and if there was one thing that Ranma had learned over the past year, it was that a wise man should never disappoint a lady or leave her hanging in the lurch. Not that Shampoo had any complaint about his technique, being the immediate beneficiary of his long and exhaustive training in the use of the Kamasenken. Kaneda was thoroughly delighting in the way Perfume was squirming and writhing like a fish on the hook with his manhood deep and upthrusting into the depths of her womanly virtue. The Amazon was slowly grinding herself up and down on his lap, driving herself to renewed heights of sensual glory, supported by his hands, which were strategically placed on sensitive erogenous zones to insure a maximum stimulation was effected. The beautiful brown haired Enforcer was discovering her first-time sexual encounter with a man was far from the unpleasant experience that she might once have rightfully dreaded, her newly increased resistance to pain making it tolerable to be screwed in such a manner. Where once a light caress might have grated on her like sandpaper, now she was able to enjoy a little internal friction and get quite a jolt from each bounce on Kaneda's lap. For sure Kaneda had no complaints about the stimulating way in which the Chinese girl was riding him in the saddle, and the pleasurable sensations of her moist, velvety depths was enough to give him encouragement as he played with her nerve endings, making use of what he had just learned about the Kamasenken. After all, he owed her for Perfume's part in teaching Ranma that technique in the first place! Ranma could hear the noises emanating from Perfume above the sounds of his own rather vigorous "pelvis-slapping" against Shampoo's bottom. For all his intense concentration on pleasuring the Amazon before him, he could not help but smile in amusement at the pleasuring that the other resident Amazon was receiving, a girl in whom he had so recently come to appreciate for her remarkable...responsiveness...to say nothing of her beauty. He hoped that Kaneda would not be adverse to a little "mate-swapping" further down the line. After all, he owed so much to Perfume-chan, and it would be very rude of him not to express his gratitude in an appropriate (and now entirely permissible) manner! And through it all Ukyo was arching her back and moaning to the ceiling, unable to take much more of the pleasuring that Shampoo was giving her through face-to- groin stimulation. She had already cum so many times that she was less than certain if she could manage one more tongue-induced orgasm. She wanted Ranma to hurry up and finish off the delightful purple-haired "rug-muncher" and quick so she could have a taste of his dick loins, a long-cherished fantasy that could finally be manifested. As much as she loved having sex with Perfume (and now Shampoo beyond question!) she still wanted her husband to ravish her good and proper. Magically advanced pregnancy or no, this time she would not take no for an answer! Ranma was either going to hump her like he was doing to Shampoo or she would jump his bones where he was standing, so help her Kami-sama! Of course if she could then persuade Shampoo to sit on her face and allow Ukyo to do a little tonguing of her own, so much the better, and only fair in any event as Ukyo wanted to drink something down to quench a certain parchedness in her mouth and throat. She had a suspicions that the purple haired Amazon would taste delicious with her juices mingled with a bit of Saotome love-juice, a recipe no doubt as tasty as any okonomiyaki (heresy though this was, it did reflect the highly aroused state of mind that she was currently experiencing). Unrecognized by all of this, a certain "fly on the wall" was observing everything and dutifully recording reams of data, joined by a fellow unit that flew in from the adjacent room. The two artificially created mini-"droids" exchanged brief flashes of data to acknowledge a mutual link-up then began to augment their data by positing themselves at flanking areas of the cabin, observing and recording everything that transpired between the five horny teenagers that comprised the marital unit. This data was then relayed to the monitoring station (a miniature rocket that had landed on the vessel earlier on the day and released these mini-probes to fulfill the mission of their designer), which in turn conveyed the accumulated data by Satellite monitoring to a certain apartment in Japan, where this data was processed and interpreted before recompiling the images and sounds into a coherent presentation. Said presentation was then digitally recorded onto a pair of DVD players- recording units, filing these images away for posterity while the Mistress of all these affairs was busy with her tongue exploring the inner recesses of her wife and life-partner, who had nothing else on her mind but to climax in a most voluble manner. That said "wife" presently had nothing else on her mind but the force with which her body was about to explode with orgasm was of some importance, given that she was a superhuman with ties to both the extra- terrestrial and the divine, and anyone caught in the radius of the shockwave would likely be deafened but for the measures taken by her silver-haired lover to effectively restrain the explosion. Not that anyone else in the room was of a mind to pay all that much attention, being engaged as they were with their own private dalliances. At the present moment two very good friends were engaged in a rather strenuous project of their own, endeavoring to bring a certain Lost Boy to his first climactic orgasm. Akane was straddling the boy's loins with his cock buried deep within her pussy (in the process quite literally going where "No Man Had Cum Before," a fact that was currently driving Ryoga to several levels of distraction). Kodachi was helping to contain the Lost Boy's grunting cries of understandable excitement by pressing his face down with her pelvis, her thighs straddling his head in such a way that he had no choice but to focus his attention to the velvety pink flesh that was being presented for his oral inspection. As Kodachi muffled his grunts and groans with her loins, she was leaning forward to muffle her own gasps of approval by pressing her lips against Akane's, sharing a kiss with her beloved friend as Akane leaned forward with her hands placed on Ryoga's muscular chest, raising and lowering her waist as she slid his rod in and out of her body. Akane groaned and meshed tongues with her dark haired best friend while humping her fiancée to further complete their pyramid- circuit of all-around pleasure as the three of them built their way up to a mutual three-way orgasm. Off to one side, Keiko smiled in approval as she watched her three charges going at it with great enthusiasm, silently complimenting herself for having blocked off certain nerves in Ryoga that would normally trigger a nosebleed. The boy was cumming along just fine under the tutorage of his iinazuke and the accommodating Kodachi, Keiko's violet-eyed and sultry Mistress of Pleasures, who was giving a good account of herself in helping along Akane's future husband. Having trained both girls in the arts of pleasure, Keiko naturally felt a certain pride in seeing how well they were mastering her instructions. The boy was also proving to be as sturdy in a match of this nature as he could be in a regular fight, which suited Keiko just fine as he accustomed himself to being at the center of such a sensual three-way encounter. The redheaded Kickboxer turned her attention back towards her own fledgling charge, Ryonami, an inexperienced girl who very much wanted to have fun, and fun was exactly what Keiko intended to share with her as she fingered the nerve endings along the brown haired girl's supple loins, stroking and fondling the girl to bring her along to a heightened state of sensual arousal. Ryonami was on her back looking up at the redhead with half-lidded, approving eyes, her body already slick with perspiration from her heightened state of arousal. Ryonami was writhing and wiggling on the floor as Keiko continued to finger her loins and play with her nipples, roving a hand up the inner thighs of the girl before bending down to plant her face over her loins, at which point Ryonami arched her back and gave a soft sigh of delighted surrender. To say the least, this girl was as tasty and horny as a virgin, which effectively was what she was, this being her first time with another girl...or anyone else but her own hands for that matter. In a way Keiko felt very close to Ryonami, a somewhat mousy but pretty young thing, known for her fierce loyalty and devotion to Nabiki as her right-hand "numbers cruncher" and chief bet-taker of Nabiki's privately run "organization." The girl had long nursed a private crush on her beloved "Sempai" and Mentor, even knowing that she had not a prayer of coming between Nabiki and the other great loves of the Tendo girl's life. This silent passion had been plain for all to see who had an eye to take notice, and Keiko was just the sort of girl who did notice such things on the sly, making her feel sympathetic to her plight. After all, Keiko herself had nursed a mammoth crush over Nabiki, having been at one time very intimate with her childhood friend, which meant that she and Ryonami shared something in common, which therefore made them sisters-in- suffering the pangs of unrequited passion. And since a "sister" could hardly leave a friend to suffer in such hopeless longing, it was only natural that Keiko satiate her friend by screwing her brains out, giving the pretty girl the benefit of her extensive training in the arts of sensual pleasure! Ryonami had no complaints whatsoever of the other girl's technique, having yearned to have someone notice and caress her in just such a manner (for some odd reason Gosunkuji came to mind, but she immediately dismissed the thought, wondering why in the heck he would pop into her head when she was in this much of a state of arousal?). Keiko was bright, cheerful, beautiful and lively, an exciting person to be around under any circumstances, and certainly one HECK of a good lay in Ryonami's admittedly inexperienced appraisal. Finding her breath catch in her throat as she alternately moaned and gasped under the redhead's gentle-but-firm ministrations, encouraging her to go ever further as she yielded her body to whatever mischief the other girl intended. Being a gambler by her very nature, Ryonami had to rate that sex with this other girl was proving to be a fantastic return on her projected investment! She did, of course, chance to wonder what Nabiki was up to at that moment, but knowing that her beloved Sempai was currently screwing with a man was a fairly depressing subject to reflect upon, much though she bore no grudge with Saotome. Of course it was a fairly even debate in her mind which version of her Sempai she most wanted to "spend time" with, Nabiki's womanly half or the manly and commanding presence of Kaneda. Either way she had such FANTASIES about the sort of things they might do together, and it helped to let her imagination stretch and flow as her body was stimulated to her first-ever mind-numbing orgasm. It was at the point where everyone was on the verge of total and complete mutually assured stimulation that a light flashed on the monitor screen, and then a faint beeping noise was heard to utter from the computer speakers, registering a minor note of significant transaction. Beatrice looked up from where she held Alison on the verge of a climax and said, "That's odd...I wonder what is happening now?" "Beiko," Alison growled between clenched teeth, "I swear if you leave off on me right now...!" "Ah...but of course, my sweet," Beatrice smiled and returned her attention to giving Alison her much-promised send-off. When the demi-Kryptonian came, however, there was a trembling in the Earth deep below them, and then the entire building shook as Alison's body vibrated and she cried out in a deafening climax. This frantic activity was barely even noticed throughout the room as the other girls on the verge of an orgasm climaxed together with mutual force, even Keiko finding her body writhing as she tongued Ryonami and was rewarded by the sweet flavor of the other girl's sex, much as Ryoga himself was bathed in the lather of Kodachi's hot loins almost in passing. Akane arched her back as Kodachi leaned forward to seize hold of and begin to suckle one of her modest bosoms, while Ryoga found he could hold nothing back of his own and shot a hot wad up into the depths of Akane, all but fountaining the girl from within as she felt him unleash the floodgates. Several hot, sweaty slurping noises later, Beatrice got up off the floor, unsteady on her own feet as Alison had come very near to crushing her between her thighs with that last heady spasm of her body, but then she made it over to the computer monitor and activated the screen once again, saying to herself, "Now...what seems to be the problem...?" "Problem?" Keiko gasped from where she looked up, face slick with the juices of a panting Ryonami, "What problem?" "I'm just in the process of finding that out," said the naked platinum-blonde genius, "Hmm...the CDs aren't full up yet, all systems check out in the green, Nabiki and Ranma---OH MY! That does look rather interesting at that...but nothing else worth special notice. I wonder what...ahah! There's an interference wave registering on my remote units. An etheric disturbance...I wonder what could be causing it? I'm not detecting any spatial anomalies in the immediate...a wait! I take that back...there is an anomaly in the immediate vicinity of the luxury liner. I see a roving patch of fog moving about five kilometers off the starboard side of the vessel...and yet there are no atmospheric conditions that would justify its existence..." "What's that?" Keiko sat up in alarm, "Did you say...a fog bank?" "Fog?" Kodachi looked up from where she was busy suckling Akane, "How odd...that almost sounds like..." "Madam Lao?" Akane gasped, "You don't think...?" "I try not to," Keiko replied, "Too much of the stuff gets you into nothing but trouble." "Try telling Bei that," Alison gasped as her body finally stopped trembling with the aftermath of her latest orgasm, "Who's Madam Lao? That character we met at the hospital...?" "The very same," Kodachi replied as she reluctantly got off of a slightly stunned Ryoga, bending down to kiss the boy on the cheek and pausing to lick some of her own juices off his nose, "Mmm...I do taste splendidly at that..." "Hah?" Ryoga asked, looking either like a man who had just been run over by a truck full of creamy gel or else something considerably sweeter (to judge by the silly grin that he was wearing). Akane decided to remain exactly where she was, not wanting to surrender Ryoga's cock now that she had finally captured it within her body, "Madam Lao's one of the most dangerous enemies that Oneechan has ever faced. She's a former Amazon who's turned into a high seas Pirate, only she likes to enslave young girls and turn them into sex slaves." "A White Slaver you mean," Beatrice considered as she studied the monitor screen and its satellite display, "That does sound rather ominous in light of the fact that this fog bank appears to be trailing behind the larger vessel like a shadow on the edge of the horizon. I take it that the fog is concealing some manner of a sailing ship, but I can't get any readings off these primitive sensors to confirm this." "You won't find anything," Keiko replied, "Her ship is magically shielded against everything from radar to sonar...like it's partially here but also in another dimension. I've spent several years on board the POJ learning as much about it as anyone but the Mistress herself, it's almost like a second home to me, so I know how hard it is to track by technological means." "You lived there?" Alison looked up, "What did you just call her? Your Mistress?" "I was a slave under her guidance," Keiko affirmed, "Kodachi can back me up on this. Madam Lao isn't evil, but she's as mischievous as they come, and if she sets her sights on you, you can bet she'll go to great lengths to trap her prey, which in this case..." "Could mean Nabiki," Kodachi concluded for her, "Do you think she intends to try?" "Try what?" Ryonami asked as she sat upright, "You think she wants to kidnap Sempai?" "Kidnap her?" Alison asked, "She can do that?" "You don't know Lao," Akane sighed, "There's not much that she won't do if she has a mind to." "Lao?" Ryoga blinked his eyes and started to sit upright, only to be pushed back to the floor by Akane, "Is Lao after Nabiki and the others?" "That is certainly conceivable," Beatrice remarked, "A high-seas hijacking is far from out of the question...rather a bit more high-profile than what one would expect of a modern day pirate. On the other hand, a white Slaver might view a luxury ship such as this as a high-stakes target-rich environment..." Keiko shook her head and said, "I don't think so. The Mistress is many things, but I doubt she would deliberately go after Nab-chan in such a high-handed manner. For one thing, her husband wouldn't like it." "Her husband?" Beatrice asked. "Frank," Akane replied, "You've met him already...big guy, dresses like a biker..." "Oh," Alison replied, "Him." "Ah yes," Beatrice mused, "I remember him well...a curious fellow indeed. Yes, I can see how he might intimidate even as bold a pirate as you say your former Mistress is. I remember Nabiki mentioning something about how this Madam Lao operates under a code that only she may understand, but one that condones practices that the rest of us might find...highly questionable, ethically speaking. However...now that is odd..." "What now?" Ryonami asked. "I'm detecting a second vessel trailing in the shadow of the fog bank," Beatrice replied, "A submarine, to be exact...too small to be a Nuclear carrier, possibly more like an attack sub, if I may hazard a guess from this vague, shadowy outline." "A submarine?" Keiko got up and stood beside the silver-haired genius, "There's a submarine chasing after the Mistress? Uh oh..." "Uh oh what?" Alison asked from where she still lay upon the floor. "Madam Lao has many enemies," Kodachi revealed, "Even I learned that much during my time aboard the Piece of Junk---Madam Lao's ancient, magical sailing ship. Enemies that would not wish her well if they had the power to effect her harm in some manner." "There's one guy I know who uses subs who I wouldn't want to cross paths with," Keiko sounded faintly nervous, "Not that the Mistress is without her resources, but if she doesn't know that she's being tailed..." "It could mean trouble, right?" Ryonami asked. "I'd count on it if Oneechan gets involved," Akane said, "We've got to warn them somehow...get a message to them right away..." "I'm in total agreement with you," Beatrice remarked, "But my probes are strictly one-way, not designed to convey messages. I could try reaching Nabiki through her cellular phone pager, but...at the moment I don't think she is of a mind to pay much attention." "Hmm..." Keiko considered the point then said, "Not Nabiki, then, but I know someone who ought to know about this. Do you have a phone I can borrow for a minute?" "Yes," Beatrice picked up the receiver that was stationed beside the phone, "Is it long distance?" "Sort of," Keiko replied as she accepted the phone and began dialing a certain memorized number, "But I know the party in question will accept a collect charge. It's an emergency call line, and I just hope that it's in time to make a critical difference..." And---mere seconds later---a certain phone rang on the deck of a certain vessel, and a pale slender blue hand reached out to accept it, holding the speaker up near enough to a shell-like pointed ear as a somewhat unearthly voice said, "" So saying the speaker set down the phone, and then her body melted away into a puddle of water, which flowed through the cracks in the floor and seeped on down through several decks and levels until arriving at the correct one, upon which point the blue woman's body resolidified and resumed a human shape. She then approached a particular chamber and lightly rapped upon the door, then paused before saying, "Mistress?" "Yes," a voice from inside the room replied, "You may enter." The blue skinned woman passed through the wall and reformed once again on the other side, then fell to one knee and said, "There is a call for you, Mistress...it is Arigami-san, she wishes to speak with you." "Kei-chan is calling?" Lao brightened up considerably as she sat up on her human chair, "How wonderful...I wonder why? I gave her that number to call in emergencies, but I sense that she is not presently in any real danger." "She did not say, Mistress," the blue skinned woman replied, "But I sensed that her concerns were urgent." "Then I must go to the phone at once," Lao replied as she started to get up out of her "chair," only to pause as Lotus waved a hand to draw her attention. "Mistress...look!" Lotus urged. "Eh?" Lao turned back to the projected image, and then her eyes widened considerably, "Oh my...Saotome...?" Ranma was satisfied that he was finally getting the benefits of an open marriage, having four (well, three at the moment) really hot babes raring to go and aching to please him. At the moment Perfume was keeping Kaneda occupied, leaving Ranma free to satisfy Shampoo and Ukyo, and satisfy them he did, first shooting a load into the Amazon's moist depths then rocking his way to a conclusion without passing out from his own exertions. The momentary flaccidness that resulted from his third "shot" of the day was not enough of a reason to let up on Shampoo, who seemed to have taken his seed without herself climaxing. Not wanting to leave even one of his brides feeling less than fully satisfied, he played around with her nerve endings until he found the right combination needed to bring her off, which he did with great delight and abandon. The sounds of muffled delight that emanated throughout Shampoo's whole body was adequate testament to the effectiveness of his technique. Shampoo seemed to slump for a moment, as though her body had become like jelly, and Ranma decided to give her a break in order to regain her "second wind," which meant that he would have to turn the rest of his energies towards pleasing the other girl, a fact Ukyo seemed to register as her half-lidded eyes opened wide to take notice of his presence. Ranma gently laid the purple haired beauty to the side in order to clear the way between Ukyo's parted thighs, and since it was obvious that his other newly declared bride was already wet and very well lubricated, he scrunched up with his pelvis poised at the gate to her loins and said, "Mind if I cut in, Ucchan?" He was rewarded by seeing the Okonomiyaki chef grin wide like a hungry cat, and then she purred in a sensual voice, "What took you so long, Ranchan? I've been waiting..." "Oh yeah," Ranma smiled somewhat at the irony of that statement, then plied his fingers at her pink opening and said, "Hope you're ready down there...I've been waiting to do this for almost as long as you have, Ucchan." "Flatterer," Ukyo replied with a mild reproof in her expression, but then she grew serious and said, "It doesn't matter to you...that I'm so fat...does it?" "Fat?" Ranma put the palm of one hand over her swollen abdomen, "You're not fat, you're just having a baby. It doesn't...bother you that I want to...?" In response to this question, Ukyo slipped her legs around and encircled Ranma, drawing him closer into her embrace, which ironically caused his manhood to flare back up to life, especially when she throatily purred, "What do you think, Mister? Or should I say...husband?" He grinned back at the implied challenge in her stare and said, "Well then, I guess you asked for this...wife!" And with that he began to work the head of his revived male organ up against the opening, pushing it in a short way to begin exploring her depths, then plunging all the way into the pregnant girl as Ukyo heaved a sigh and accepted him with contentment. And...to one side, laying on the floor and drawing deep breaths to regain her bearings, Shampoo gave a kittenish smile, pleased on seeing her husband assume his proper role as a husband, and plotting how she could further cut into their action, possibly to give Ukyo a taste of her own loins, once she felt her strength restore itself to normal. Kaneda was himself quite pleased on seeing Ranma go to work upon their other co- wife, seeing Ukyo be treated to some of the same skillful measures that had been used against his own female form, which gave him some idea of the effectiveness of those ministrations. Meanwhile he had his own task at hand, which was more than worth pursuing. Perfume was proving to be quite a handful of delight the way her overly responsive body reacted to the lightest caress as he stroked and fondled her firm-yet-well-padded body, admiring how soft and smooth she felt to the touch, and how much delight he was having sinking his manhood into her loins over and over again. And so it went for several long minutes until at last Perfume gave a cry and climaxed violently in her hands. Kaneda found himself holding on to a literal wildcat as the Enforcer's body shook and spasmed with orgasm after orgasm. It truly was amazing how lively the brown haired girl was when held in the arms of one who knew how to explore the anatomy of the female body. Kaneda had an intimate understanding of female sex that was beyond the ken of most men, and so had a good sense of what would work and what would not as he played with the bounteous beauty and possessed her, surprised at his own enthusiasm as he plied her trough like there was no tomorrow! Unknown to Kaneda, however, Ranma had just given Ukyo a wonderful climax of her own, said climax not being accompanied by his own satiation since he had not yet recovered sufficiently to produce a decent amount of jism. He retained a hard- on even as Ukyo slumped upon the floor and drew a slow and even breath that signified that she had momentarily lost consciousness, her climax being the last straw on top of Shampoo's onslaught to drive her beyond the edge of human endurance. Seeing her sleep peacefully on the floor, he was loathe to disturb her again, but he still had a raging hard on to master, which caused him to eye Shampoo, who was smiling back at him with a very kittenish expression. "Ranma want play with Shampoo?" the purple haired girl sensually purred, "Shampoo is ready." Ranma returned that smile, but then a sound from Perfume's lips drew his attention back to their other companions. A thought occurred to him and he paused a moment to consider his options, then smiled at Shampoo and said, "I got a better idea...think you can get Nabiki's attention?" "Aiyaa?" Shampoo was surprised by the question, but she sensed that Ranma had something clever in mind, and since it involved pleasuring her "other" husband, she was more than willing to go along with the ploy, ESPECIALLY since the sounds Perfume was making were turning her on and rekindling her desire to screw her cousin. So, having decided her next course of action, Shampoo crawled across the floor like a stalking cat and circled around from behind Kaneda, immediately drawing his attention though she instead passed him up and brought her face down to kiss Perfume upon her forehead. "Cousin still want to play?" Shampoo eyed, giving a coy look at Ranma, "Airen want two Amazons for price of one?" "Is that a trick question?" Kaneda said, moving somewhat to the side to allow the Amazon to crawl on top of and partially straddle a round-eyed Perfume-chan. Ranma watched where he was while he fingered his male organ, taking several deep breaths as he watched Kaneda go to work on the other two girls, studying the technique that Kaneda was using while he made a point of admiring the other boy's very well-toned profile. He turned away for a moment and took a deep breath before murmuring softly, "There's nothing wrong, everything's all right, just take your time and wait for the right moment..." He hoped that he was about to do the right thing. It was an experiment, to be certain, but the lingering guilt that he had been feeling for the better part of an hour was flagellating his ego. All the time he had been at work on Shampoo the thought had been in his head that he was both a hypocrite and a coward, that he was letting himself fret over nothing, and that it really was a case of harboring a double-standard, something that felt so very WRONG at such an early phase of their marriage. "It's just Nabiki," he murmured to himself, carefully keeping her image in his mind as he turned back and saw "Kaneda" poised over the wide-spread legs of Shampoo, who had taken Perfume's place on the floor while her cousin now spread her own legs and proceeded to sit down on the face of her amorous cousin. Kaneda's backside was turned towards Ranma, who was attempting to summon up his courage as he prepared to do the totally unexpected. He just hoped Nabiki would understand and forgive him, just in case this REALLY DID make a difference because of her current sex, but Ranma would not stand for letting himself to called a coward. He knew what he had to do at this point, and it with his nerves all a jumble and his stomach fluttering in protest, he began to move forward, hoping that Kaneda would not have a clue as to what was about to happen... ...Which was the point where Lotus called Madam Lao's attention back the screen, just in time for the pale sea-green haired lady Pirate to stand fully erect and pay full attention. Meanwhile back at the apartment of Beatrice and Alison the rest of the crew saw Ranma prepare to do the unthinkable as he worked his way directly behind the other man and---hesitating for only a moment---made his move to run his hands against the bare bottom of Kaneda! "Aiyaa..." Madam Lao said with rounded eyes, even as Beatrice was herself saying, "Oh my..." "Saotome..." Keiko sounded both awed and impressed. "What the hell?" Akane was dismayed by what she was seeing. "What is Ranma...?" Ryoga stopped himself and swallowed, "On second thought...I don't think I want to know..." "Oh my indeed," Kodachi remarked, "And to think, I never even suspected..." "I don't believe it," said Alison, who had gotten up off the floor in order to get a good look past the shoulders of the other, "Is he doing what I think he's doing...?" "Sure looks like it to me," Ryonami said in awe, "And I never would have given odds on something like this happening..." These mingled reactions paled to insignificance next to Kaneda's own reaction as he discovered that Ranma was not only behind him but seemed to be playing with his body, as though Kaneda was presently female, "Wh-Ranma? What...?" "Take it easy," Ranma said, "I just wanna...do this right...no complaints, okay?" "But...OH MY!" Kaneda gasped as he felt something probing at the gateway to his sphincter... "I don't believe that boy," Madam Lao said with a tone of almost reverent admiration, "More and more he just keeps right on surprising me. And I think Nabiki is about to find out just how flexible he is...and herself for that matter." "I would never in a million years have credited such a thing, Mistress," Blossom said with an expression of disbelief on her own lovely face. "Ew," Lotus winced, "That's going to hurt...for a bit..." "Only for a little while, I suspect..." Madam Lao began to say when the ship underneath them suddenly shook violently, "Say---what?" "My lady," the blue skinned girl spoke up, "I sense...the Kraken is disturbed..." "I feel it too," Lao reluctantly turned away from the spectacle being projected against one wall and said, "There's no time to dilly-dally, take me to the bridge at once, Natalia." "As you wish, Mistress," the elemental replied, her body dissolving at once into a fountain of water, then forming a globe in the air that had a mirror-like surface. Without hesitation the self-described Pirate Queen plunged through the mirror surface and emerged several dozen floors up on the bridge as yet another blue- skinned girl reformed herself in place of a second mirror. Not sparing a moment to take stock of her surroundings, Lao turned to the Pilot at the helm and said, "Report!" "Mistress?" said a uniformed woman dressed in the manner of a naval officer of no particular nationality whatsoever, "We don't know...there's something on the sonar directly behind us, bearing Oh-One-Mark-Eight...we're having it checked out even as we speak..." "Indeed," Lao swept her gaze towards the seas in the indicated direction, peering past the windows and wood of the cabin space as though she could see the ocean directly behind them, then frowned as she said, "A submarine...an attack submarine...and they've already fired torpedoes our way." "Taking evasive action, Sir!" said the woman at the wheel of the helm, turning sharply to the left as the huge sailing vessel lurched violently starboard. "Don't bother," another officer said from where she sat behind a sonar array, "Those torpedoes weren't very well aimed. I think they must have trouble finding our bearings. I think they're shooting blind at us, trying to nail us by luck..." "Cavitation noises confirm this, Captain," the other operator beside her noted, "They're going to miss us by around a hundred meters. That first torpedo was a lucky fluke that hit the Kraken and bounced off instead of striking us. Just made him angry, I'm guessing, because he's not making noises like he would if he were in pain, but he's definitely not happy!" "I see," Lao shifted her attention to the area directly below them then said, "I certainly concur that he is angry, and he's not the only one. That submarine...whoever is in it and has fired on my ship, is as good as dead." And with that she made a single gesture, releasing the Kraken from its stationary position directly below the vessel... "" said the captain of said Submarine, which was of Korean origins but piloted by a mercenary crew in his employ, "" reported the lieutenant at the helm, "" "" Captain Johan Helgar declared, "" "" his lieutenant turned and snapped, "" Helgar ground his molars together and fretted over the oversight that could well lead to their deaths, having been himself too cocky in shooting off those "fish" before he was ready. Having stumbled across the path of the woman he most hated in all the world had seemed like the blessings of God smiling down upon him, but if he could not get one good hit off---and soon---that smile was likely to prove to be the grin of the devil calling him to Hades. It was not that the man feared death, having long ago resolved himself to whatever fiery fate would await men of his ill-starred profession. The sins of his lifetime were of more concern to a priest more than to himself, Helgar never having concerned himself with matters of the spirit. A former Stazi officer and contract mercenary could hardly claim the favor or the blessings of God with the list of crimes he had on his metaphorical conscience. A balding forty-year-old man with one good eye and leg to his credit did not earn that many friends in his profession, nor did he look forward to an early retirement with some comfy chateau overlooking the Rhine. For him there was only the grim business of fulfilling the whims of his employer, and one could hardly afford to settle personal grudges or hurt pride just because he saw a chance at nailing the one who had caused him so much grief during one of his less prosperous encounters. The Madam, as he preferred to call her, was a Whore and a Harlot and a thousand evil things that he could describe at great length if given the inclination. Her sordid business was more a source of amusement than concern to Helgar, but when the fates had caused their paths to cross two years back, it had been very near to the last mission he had survived to tell about. The accursed meddling witch had caused him to lose face before an employer, and left him so badly injured that he would never again be able to dance with a maiden or shake hands with himself. The hook that had replaced a hand was her legacy, and her laughter yet echoed in his dreams and darkest nightmares. The self-styled pirate had to die, and if the fates were kind, Helgar would have gladly been the one to personally see to it that her skin was flayed from her hide and her head be mounted on his mantle. Revenge was one of the few reasons that he was still alive, and now he had the chance of a lifetime to pay her back by sinking that infernal barge that she valued so highly. It had not been his original mission, nor could he really afford to be taking the time away from the real purpose for stealing this Submarine from under the nose of the Koreans. They were taking it to an island in the south pacific for a rendezvous with his current employer, the infamous Doctor Klaw, so taking the time out of his trip to fire off a few harpoons at his "Great White Whale" was purely selfish indulgence and thoroughly unprofessional on his part. It was a childish whim, nothing more nor less, and yet there had been such satisfaction in calling out the order for the torpedoes to be fired. Only the low-rent crew he had commissioned for this particular assignment had never been on a Korean sub before, and so they had only a slight idea of how the equipment worked when contrasted with a Soviet or German-made sub. That had seemed a competent enough level of ability for the mission of sailing to Klaw's island, but now, in a real crisis, their lack of expertise was proving to be costly! "" he barked, not wanting to let the crew know exactly how nervous he really was. If even half of what he had heard about Lao's ship were true... "" "" the sonar man reported, "" "" Helgar asked, peering into the periscope and seeing nothing but the roiling seas between their sub and the fog bank, but then he saw the sea rising up like a wave and cried, "" Even as he called the order he realized that he was too late and they were as good as dead, because the next moment something seized their boat like the arms of something tremendous, shaking them as a dog might shake a bone and all but lifting them out of the water... A thousand meters away Lao stared from the bridge of her ship with eyes that were glowing and inhuman, her awareness focused upon the Kraken and its tendrils, which wrapped around the sub like the claws of doom, sealing the fate of the occupants as if Neptune himself had decreed what was to happen. "Goodbye," she said, and made a gesture with both hands as though she were twisting a wash cloth. What happened to the submarine and its crew is better off not being recorded. Lao relaxed as she felt the deed be done, then turned to her crew and said, "Damage report?" "None worth mentioning, Mistress," said the woman at the Helm, "As reported before, the torpedo impacted against the Kraken but did not detonate, no doubt because they set the arming range too far away for it to be effective..." "SIR!" the Sonar operator called out, "One of those fish that they fired off is still in the water...the others are going off in wild directions, but this one is headed straight at the cruise ship!" "WHAT?" Lao whirled around with a dismayed expression. "Copy that, Sir," the operator beside the first reported, "It's got a lock on the propeller cavitation, it must be homing in on the first object that conforms to its pre-programmed designation of a target, and it's going to hit just below the bow in another ten seconds." "What?" Lao said, her face now a mask of horror, "Nabiki...my cousins..." "Can we do anything to stop it, Mistress?" the Helmswoman asked, "Can you deflect its course, or change the flow of the water..." "Too late for that," the Sonar woman said, "It's beyond the Mistress's range of focus..." she paused and said, "Impact in two seconds!" "No!" Lao exclaimed, then a much louder, "NOOO!!!" One second later they heard the distant sound of an explosion... In the cabin shared by the Saotome/Tendo clan there was not even a slight register at the shaking vibration that traveled up the length of the ship, punching a hole in its bow large enough to flood the engine room and certain other of the holds, catching the crew off-guard as no one would have reasonably expected an attack of such magnitude to visit them in the open seas, far from anyone's borders. For the rest of the ship the explosion that hit below the water line was just a thumping noise, hardly more than a curiosity at first until the ship began listing to the side, the extent of the damage being far greater than any on board could imagine. It was fortuitous that the warhead had struck them at a slight angle with the force partially deflected out into the sea, because a full force attack with the high explosives packed in the tip could have done extensively more damage had it hit a little more to the side where the fuel lines would have ruptured, insuring a far more devastating explosion. From where she stood, Lao could tell the extent of the damage and knew that the ship would not survive more than a few more minutes above water. She hastily calculated the likely crew compliment and number of passengers and estimated the likely casualty tolls of a ship going down as rapidly as this one was likely to do, and immediately snapped out the orders, "EVERYONE INTO THE WATER! I want every Undine on this ship! Helm, steer a course to bring us alongside that ship and effect emergency rescue procedures! I'm recalling the Kraken...move it, people! Lives will be lost if we don't act at once!" Her crew sprang into action like the well-honed machine that they were, none bothering to questioning why their fearsome Pirate captain was acting in such a benevolent manner. Some assumed that it was as much opportunism as benevolence, but whatever the reasoning they uniformly agreed that something had to be done, and by the universal Law of the Sea they had an obligation to save the lives of those who were shipwrecked. Pirates though they were, they still observed that ancient maritime duty, and as such could put the rest off until much later. It was that "later" that would prove to be on great concern to Nabiki and her marital circle, but Lao was saving that for after they were rescued. After all, not even her indomitable husband could hold it against her if she took advantage of an unfortunate (if highly convenient) situation... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Floating Lost Island Realty Service: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Will Ranma and Nabiki find themselves remaking the Cameron version of Titanic, or will they fall prey to their diabolical rescuer, who wants to re-write her own version of that script? Will Beatrice and Alison be forced to lead a mission to rescue them from their reputed rescuers, or will Lao leave Keiko on permanent hold? Find out the answer to this and many other pointless questions in: "Voyage of the Naughty Lass," or "Twenty Thousand Leaks Under the Sea!" Be there!