A tall, dark-haired woman walked in to the main room of the bar section of Club Luna and stretched languidly with a small smile on her face. It was about time for a good vacation back among the teeming mortal masses. She strode through the main room, appreciating the looks she was drawing from the assorted women in the bar. Aside from the woman with the blood-red hair in the manager's uniform behind the bar. She expected that however, the facial markings made her stand out almost as much as her hair. And Hecate had always given the impression that she was inured to the shocks of physical beauty. Being the daughter of the Lord of the Dead must have had something to do with it. What was unusal was that the woman's gaze was directed toward a specific spot. The dark-haired woman turned to follow the path of Hecate's gaze and finally settled on a young "woman" with died green hair sitting at the bar. She frowned as she recognized an aura about her and started to make a beeline for her. She was surprised to be stopped by the woman with blood red hair, not even having seen her move. "That isn't a woman, Hecate" the dark haired woman said softly in ancient greek. "That's someone that fell in a pool from my grove." "I know," Hecate replied, ignoring the other woman's expression of disbelief. "Special case, Artemis." "What kind of special case," Artemis asked. "He's hurt," Hecate said. "In a way I haven't been able to check yet. We're goddesses, we're supposed to be easing human suffering, I'd say he was brought for a reason. Other than that however..." "What else?" Artemis asked. "Is his curse locked so he's permanently a girl?" "No," Hecate said. "He's Kishijoten's descendant, if you can't see the resemblance, and remember who holds the lease on this place." "He stays," Artemis ascertained reluctantly. Hecate smiled. "I thought I'd have to engage in drastic measures for a moment," Hecate said. "I'd love to stay here with you, but I have duties to attend to. I'll see you when you get home." She kissed Artemis on the cheek and started to fade into the crowd. "What do you mean by drastic measures?" Artemis asked, grumbling as Hecate had already vanished. Having a medium like crowds made for some confusing exits at times. All of Hecate's family was like that, coming and going silently. Here one minute gone the next, no fanfare or lights, just, poof. Though Artemis could have sworn she'd caught the edge of a smile before Hecate vanished completely. ***** "It's better this way, Ranma," Akane said, with a radiant smile as she stroked Ranma's hair. Ranma sighed as that hand stroked down to her face. "Kind of crowded tonight, isn't it?" ***** "Huh?" Ranma said, snapping out of her memories with a shiver and turning to look at her side. One of the other women was talking to her. "What did you say?" "I asked if you thought it was pretty crowded tonight," the woman said. "I've never been here before," Ranma answered. "I wouldn't know." "Oh," the woman said. She was just a few years older than Ranma, with hair so black that Ranma thought it must have been dyed just like her own green hair. "I thought I'd seen you here before. Good to know." "Huh, why?" Ranma asked. "I really wouldn't have liked to overlook such a beauty as you," she said, reaching out to brush at a lock of Ranma's hair. A fingernail trailed along her forehead. Ranma gasped and swallowed looking into the woman's eyes. She looked away and missed the slight shift of Ranma's pupils, and they'd shifted back by the time the woman had turned back. "This is a good song, want to come dancing." "Umm, no that's fine," Ranma said. "You're new at this, aren't you, honey?" the woman asked with a knowing grin. Ranma's blank, confused stare was answer enough for her. "I'll give you some time to get used to the place. I'm Keiko." "Ranma," Ranma answered. "Well," Keiko stood up and leaned forward torward Ranma. "I'll see you later, Ranma." She brushed over Ranma's hand, smiling at the flinch, and then vanished into the dance crowd. Ranma turned back to face front and shivered. "What was that about," she asked herself. "Are you going to order anything?' the bartender asked. She was a dark-haired woman with facial tattoos that was scowling down at him. "Just a soda, please," Ranma said, looking rather nervous at the sight of an angry woman. "What brings you to this place?" the bartender asked, and Ranma still hadn't noticed that she was wearing a manager's business suit rather than a front room uniform. A silvery sparkle seemed to surround the woman, and for some reason, Ranma felt she should be honest with her. "Nabiki says to relax and forget about Akane," Ranma said. "She thinks Akane's gonna hurt me or something, or that I'll end up like Kodachi." "Like Kodachi?" the woman repeated. Ranma nodded. ***** "OHHHH, HO HO HO HO HO!!!" a strange winged figure declared as it landed in the Tendo courtyard. She turned her face, adorned with a pair of small black horns curling out of her forehead. Her jet black hair and eyes, as well as the horns and wings, contrasted wonderfully with the alabaster skin and bright white teeth with pointed canines. She was wearing a modified version of her St. Hebereke's outfit. Designed to fit the wings, which had come back unlooked for. "Oh, Nabiki Tendo, where is the mistress." Nabiki and Kasumi were staring at Kodachi in stark terror. "What happened to you?" Nabiki demanded, blinking her eyes. "When did you change back!?" "Isn't it magnificient?!" Kodachi asked. "I found a mage who was willing and capable of again giving me that form with which the Mistress graced me!" Kodachi flapped her bat wings and sighed pleasantly as she gazed heavenward. A look of relief passed both Tendos' faces. "I could provide you with the address if you would like..." "No!" both elder Tendos declared. "I mean..." Kasumi said. "That is to say that I prefer my current, human, flesh and blood body." "I'd rather not be nature-girl again," Nabiki added. Kasumi looked over the almost not there outfit Nabiki was wearing, and considered the almost not there outfit she'd given Ranma. But she didn't say anything. "As you wish," Kodachi said, shrugging with a confused look on her face. "Is the mistress here?" "She is..." Kasumi started as Kodachi passed a small stack of bills to Nabiki who started counting them. "...upstairs in her room, doing homework," Nabiki said. "Nabiki!" Kasumi gasped. "Thank you, Nabiki Tendo, now I must attend to the mistress," Kodachi said as she headed for the stairs. "Mistress Tendo! Your loyal and competent slave has come to attend to your will!" "AHHH!!!" Akane shouted from upstairs while Nabiki and Kasumi stared up. "NABIKI!!! You told her where I was again!!!" "Have I displeased you, mistress?" Kodachi shouted. "You must discipline me immediately." "How'd you get the bloody wings back!!?!!" There was a crash that had to be Akane jumping out her window since she landed in the courtyard and took off running, a flying succubus close behind her professing her undying devotion to her mistress, and carrying an overnight bag in one hand and a pair of cuffs in the other. "I suppose this means she'll miss dinner," Kasumi said. "I'd credit Akane's protests a lot more if she didn't still have that bag in her room," Nabiki thought, not saying it outloud to avoid getting into another argument with her elder sister. ***** "Yeah," Ranma said. "Followin' Akane around like little puppy an' stuff. Nabiki don't understand me and Koda-chan, she just got kissed." Her voice started to get dreamy. "She doesn't know what it was like...how SHE made us feel..." Ranma's head started to loll to the side and her eyes almost faded into space before she flinched and shook her head. "Even knowin' better, even when Akane's just Akane again...Nabiki can be angry at her...I can't be...I don't think I ever can be again. Don't know why I'm telling ya this." The bartender's hard face softened fractionally and she handed Ranma a large glass of soda. Ranma almost thought he saw a flash of light or something as the woman's hand passed over the cup, but he had to have been seeing things. "Perhaps it is just being a bartender," the woman said. "We're supposed to provoke a desire to talk." "Thought that was the alcohol that did that," Ranma muttered. ***** "I found toy number one for this evening," Keiko whispered in English to her dance partner. The other was a gaijin woman, a bleached-blonde aerobics bombshell. "Really?" the blonde asked, slipping her hand over Keiko's rear end. "Where?" "At the bar, Sara," Keiko said. "Green hair, about twenty years old." "Mmmm," Sara said looking in that direction and catching a brief glimpse through the crowd of people. "Nice figure." "Very sensitive," Keiko said, smiling. "Shy, innocent, first timer. Probably not even completely out of the closet yet." "She'll break easy," Sara said reluctantly. "But cherries are rare to find. Now we need someone a little more domineering for number two." "Shouldn't take too long," Keiko smiled. ***** "Please don't make a scene, Ayeka," Kiyone said. "Minagi and I would like to be able to come back here again." "Make a scene?" Ayeka repeated. She was dressed in a long, blue silk party dress with sphaghetti straps. It was hugging her body rather tightly, but it covered what she felt needed covering. "How can I possibly make any more of scene out of this situation?" "By yelling and screaming and loudly berating everyone you see," Kiyone said. "I rarely behave this way, is that not right Minagi?" Ayeka asked, turning to the other girl. "Ano, please don't ask me to take sides here," Minagi said quietly. "Let's just go in and get on to having fun," Kiyone said. "Or at least, tolerating fun." "Hmph," Ayeka said. "Kiyo, Mina," the doorwoman said as Kiyone and Minagi came to the door. "Good to see you again, who's your friend?" "Aunty Ayeka," Minagi said dryly. "Kiyo-chan thought it would be a good idea to bring her with us this time." The doorwoman nodded understandingly, as in she saw it was obvious that Minagi did not truly agree with her girlfriend, and let them in. "I think there's a few tables empty," she said as they passed her. Ayeka passed, hmphing. After they were inside she mumbled something that sounded sarcastically. "They look so cute when they're being jerks." ***** "Well, I don't see a table," Kiyone said. "Minagi?" "I'm looking," she said. "Let me make a circuit and get right back." She vanished from sight as she teleported further on. Ayeka started to protest, but Kiyone cut her off. Truly, with the loud music, flashing lights and crowds of people it was hardly possible to notice Minagi's mode of transportation if you weren't looking for it. She finally appeared, standing on a table Ayeka noticed with a disapproving frown, and waving them over. "She found one," Kiyone said. "Let's go meet her." "Fine," Ayeka said in a long suffering tone. She glanced around the room a little more closely, eyes wide as she looked around at the women dancing together, or engaging in light cuddling. Here and there an inebriated couple, or perhaps they were just full of each other, were kissing passionately, possibly in preparation of retiring to an apartment or room. It was not, as Ayeka had expected to find, wall to wall sex between women with perversity being the standing theme. In fact, it was very like what she expected from a normal bar. Only there were no men inside. "How very...interesting," Ayeka said, looking decidedly more confused than interested. ***** "Mmmm," Sara said. "I want her." She pointed to where Ayeka had walked in. "She's coming in with that cop and her girlfriend," Keiko said. "But maybe we can get her on her own. Are you sure?" "Oh yes," Sara said. "She'll be fun toy for this weekend. The perfect companion piece to your quiet little piece of fluff at the bar." ***** Meanwhile back in Nerima, Akane was trying to catch her breath, hiding in a corner of the closed Furinkan gym. "I think I lost her," she sighed in relief. Which was about when something black and white tackled her. "MISTRESS!" Kodachi declared with glee. "I found you!!" "Oh for goodness sake!" Akane declared. "Kodachi! Let go of me!" She fought her way out of Kodachi's grips and started to leave. "Please, mistress," Kodachi said. Akane froze, the despair was clear in Kodachi's voice. She remembered hearing it from Ranma the last time she spoke to him. Coming from Kodachi it had a little more effect for some reason. She refused to believe that it was because Ranma had broken the lilin sphere. She certainly couldn't be angry at him for giving her soul back and for taking away her sl...that demon. She sighed and looked back at Kodachi gazing at her hopefully from on her knees, wings drooping. "I'm your mistress, right?" Akane demanded. Kodachi nodded eagerly. "Then I command you to..." Kodachi slumped again and Akane could just see the thoughts going through her head. ~She's going to send me away like she did Ranma,~ Kodachi was thinking. Akane assumed so, and her will faltered. Life was getting more and more frustrating, and just breaking bricks wasn't helping anymore. Besides, it was rather intoxicating to have Kodachi, of all people, waiting on her every whim. Did she really want to give that up? And all she had to do to keep was treat Kodachi like a sex toy every so often when the "slave" urge came over her. It wasn't that she enjoyed bossing anyone around, it was just...well, it was a game, right? Kodachi played it. Nevermind that Kodachi had had the game pretty much hard-wired into her, and wasn't as mentally resilient as Ranma. It was just a game. "Give me the bag," Akane said finally. Kodachi squealed in delight and hopped up to give Akane the bag. Akane instantly flashed a fist out to strike Kodachi's face and send her sprawling to the ground. "I didn't say you could stand up, now just sit there like a good slave and wait for me." "Hai, mistress," Kodachi said cheerfully. Akane paused for a moment and pulled down from the persona of the mistress for a moment. "Uhh...Kodachi," she said. "Do you remember how to bind the wings?" "Uhhh..." Kodachi paused in thought. "Oh, forget it," Akane said. She set down the bag and strode over to Kodachi purposefully. Kodachi had to time to blink before she was roughly picked up from the ground and kissed hard as Akane started stripping off her clothes. Her wings fluttered as Akane pulled her in to a firm embrace. She was about to return the hug when she felt the cuff go around her wrists and lock them behind her back. "Now, let's see what the little demoness is hiding under all these clothes," Akane said, smiling down at Kodachi. Kodachi took in a breath and then felt a hand over her mouth. "No noise, Kodachi, but then...you have difficulty with that don't you? Better get something else." She stood up dragging Kodachi up with her by the handcuffs and walked back to the bag, kneeling down, taking Kodachi with her, she searched through the bag until she found a ball gag and fitted the succubus-look-alike with it. "There we go," Akane said sunnily. "No noise now, right Kodachi?" Kodachi shook her head. "I can't hear you, what did you say?" Kodachi shook her head again, and seemed to be trying to talk around the gag. Akane slapped her and then tsked with her finger. "I said no noise?" Akane said. "Right?" Kodachi froze, looking uncertain. Akane slapped her again. "Well, did I say no noise? Yes or no?" Kodachi nodded. "Is that yes, I said no noise, or yes you should make noise." Kodachi blinked and tried to think of how to answer the question. In her hesitation, Akane slapped her again. There was a sharp pain in her chest as well, but that had been there since before they started, and she faded it out of the background. "Well," Akane said. "Answer me. Should you make noise?" Kodachi very slowly shook her head and then squinted her eyes. "Good, now we can get started." There was a slight look of disappoint in Kodachi's face for a moment. Then Akane was slipping a hand under her skirt and caressing her. Kodachi closed her eyes and moaned pleasantly. Her eyes jerked open when Akane pulled back hard on her ponytail. "No noise, Koda-chan," Akane said, smiling. "Until I tell you otherwise." So saying Akane bent down to kiss the hollow of Kodachi's throat, pulling down firmly on her ponytail until that hand was also supporting the winged girl's back. Akane was still running fingers over the cloth of Kodachi's panties, at least until she ripped them off and entered Kodachi. The gymnast bit down hard on the ball in her mouth to avoid making any sort of noise as Akane vigorously struck her fingers into the gymnast and applied them skillfully. Not as skillfully as the demon had when Akane had been possessed, but she was getting better. Kodachi liked Akane better this way anyway. If the demon came back, she'd be at her call instantly, but Kodachi hoped it never came back. And she hoped Akane stayed her mistress. Akane brought her closer and closer to release until she was on the very edge and then, suddenly. Akane stopped and pulled away from Kodachi. "Well, it's obvious you're not interested in this," Akane said. "You're making absolutely no noise." Kodachi stared at Akane and pleaded with her eyes desparately. "I can't understand you with that thing your mouth, Kodachi." Akane reached over and undid the ball gag. "Please, mistress," Kodachi said instantly. "Please I'll..." Akane slapped her. "I didn't say you could make any noise yet," Akane said. Kodachi paused, looking at Akane's smirking face as the girl reached a hand back to rub at her ass and the other began to undo buttons on her shirt. "NOW you can make noise, and it had better be a lot of noise." "Hai, mistress," Kodachi said. Then Akane was pleasuring her again and Kodachi turned all her focus to her mistress's edict. And the gym rang with her cries. Finally, the cuffs undone and thrown next to the bag with the ball gag, Kodachi was curled up next to Akane, their clothes tossed around the gym. The girl was smiling quietly as she lay against her mistress, entangled with her. ~I'm not a pervert,~ Akane thought to herself. ~This'll go away soon it's just sort of left over from the possession, has to be. I'm not a pervert. There is no way I could enjoy this. Kodachi and I will be back to hating each other's guts soon.~ "Thank you, mistress," Kodachi whispered quietly, half-asleep. Akane stroked her hair and nodded. Akane frowned as she noted a bruise that she had not given Kodachi. "Where'd you get this?" Akane asked, fingering it carefully. It was just under Kodachi's breasts, she had not noticed it before, she'd been sort of distracted. "My brother, seems to believe that this body is more than just a physical form," Kodachi said. "He believes that I am responsible for corrupting you and Ranma-chan. It is nothing, mistress." "Kodachi, how could you want to anything with this?" Akane asked, concerned. "Your ribs are cracked." "I am fine mistress," Kodachi assured her. "I wanted to show you my new body." "Kodachi," Akane said, sitting up. "Take care of yourself first. Come on, we're going to see Dr. Tofu and then we're having a talk with your brother." "My brother is not very talkative right now," Kodachi said, smiling darkly. "You might say he's sort of tied up at the moment. I'm sure Mr. Turtle is keeping him company however. Really, mistress, he has done worse to me when we're sparring." "Okay," Akane said, still only vaguely used to Kodachi's concept of pain as something to be enjoyed. "But we're still going to Dr. Tofu's." Kodachi opened her mouth. "That's an order." "As you wish, mistress," Kodachi said. ===== "Caffeinated Kender? What's that, a berserk spell?" - Tribble, Kender Warrior of the Celestial Kingdom "God has to have a sense of humor, it's the only explanation for sex." - my father "I have to write a how-to paper for class, so I'm writing a paper on how to be psuedo-evil." - my brother http://members.aol.com/thrythlind/snake.html