P-Chan snuggled up to Akane’s breasts, where he usually slept, the object of his affections comletely unaware that her cute, little pet pig was actually her fiance’s greatest rival, Ryouga Hibiki. She’d call him hentai and cast him out of her life forever, if she were to discover his secret, of this Ryouga was certain. So he went to great pains to keep P-Chan’s true identity from her. Anyway, keeping the secret allowed him to sleep with Akane, to rest his head between her beautiful breasts, and to imagine...other things were possible.

Her arm around little P-Chan, Akane was thinking deep thoughts, thoughts that made her tremble with the possiblities they offered. The evidence was almost overwhelming, nearly indesputable, that Ryouga had fallen into one of the cursed Jusenko springs, just as Ranma had, and, like Ranma, had a second form he took when splashed with cold water. It was Akane’s firm belief that Ryouga’s other form was that of the little pig she snuggled up to every night. However, the knowlege that Ryouga lay between her breasts thinking his man-thoughts about that didn’t make Akane mad. Quite the contrary, she found it...arousing...to imagine what he must be thinking, what he wanted to do if only she’d let him. Well, tonight he’d find out just what she’d let him do.

That is, if she was right, and P-Chan wasn’t just a pig.

Careful not to wake her little pet, Akane snuck out of her bed and went to the closet where she’d hidden the kettle of hot water. She lifted the lid and tested the water temperature with her finger: Good, still hot enough to change him, if he was more than just a pig. She pulled her pyjama top over her head and tossed it into the closet behind her, then slipped out of the pants and her panties before going to lock her bedroom door. Well, if he didn’t get the idea from this, Akane thought, Ryouga was just plain brain dead! Or gay. Still careful not to wake him, Akane took P-Chan from her bed. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor and lay P-Chan in the nest made by her legs, then, heart pounding and hands shaking, she lifted the kettle over him and poured.

Out of the steam came a stream of expletives, which were suddenly cut off when Ryouga realized he was in Akane’s bedroom. His first thought was of Ranma, then he felt soft thighs against his back and under his legs, and gentle arms around his shoulders. He gulped, praying that it wasn’t Ranma in girl form playing a trick on him again to punish P-Chan for sleeping with Akane. Then the steam cleared, and he was looking into his Akane’s eyes.

"A--Akane!" He began, but when her lips met his, he stopped protesting. They were so soft and warm, more than he’d ever dreamed or imagined. And he was in her lap--her naked lap! It was then that he realized Akane hadn’t a stitch on, and he felt his dick start to twitch to life. "Oh, Akane..." he whispered into her mouth as he opened his to receive her tongue and raised his hand to cup one of her perfect breasts.

She lay back on the floor, and he lay on top of her, his penis now very hard, indeed. Akane reached down beneath Ryouga’s belly to touch him, and he moved aside to give her hand more room to move. She wrapped her hand around his cock, marveling at how long and thick it was...more than she’d imagined. For an instant, she worried that it might hurt her going in, but she knew Ryouga would never hurt her. He’d be so gentle and careful, unless she told him to do otherwise. Akane moved her face away from his lips, forcing his head down to give her throat and shoulders attention. Ryouga obediently turned to kissing her ivory neck, teasing the skin with his tongue, and groaning as she pumped gently at his stiff, throbbing manhood. Then her hand moved to caress his balls, and Ryouga thought he’d faint. He rewarded her by sucking on her left breast, then her right for a while, then trailing his tongue down her belly, her abdomen (Ryouga thought he’d come just thinking about what he was doing...what she’d done...), then into the hair between her legs with an excited groan. He paused and looked into her face as she lay back to let him have his way: Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in anticipation. Then she tangled her hands in his hair and pushed his face between her legs, breathing his name with a pleading sigh. Ryouga parted her petals with his thumbs and teased the slick little bit of flesh he found there with his tongue, around and around in circles, till Akane’s hips moved and thrusted with his rhythm and she cried out softly with desire.

Without breaking his rhythm, Ryouga’s finger sought and found the paradise his cock was longing to explore and slipped easily into the hot, sticky, throbbing cavern. Soon another finger and another joined it, until he had all four fingers of his right hand in her cunt.

"Oh, yes, Ryouga, please!" Akane begged, almost pulling his hair out in her ecstasy. One of her hands loosed itself to grab his wrist and push. "Give me all of it, Ryouga!"

At her command, the rest of his fist eased inside of her, gently and slowly at first, but as she urgently begged him for more, Ryouga’s own excitement overtook him and he punched almost up to his elbow--in and out and in and out, while Akane wept and moaned and came over and over again. Ryouga could feel he was close but didn’t want to come yet. He wanted this to last, fearing this was just a dream and he’d wake up as P-Chan again. Akane cried out as he withdrew his fist. She began to protest, but he silenced her with a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and rolled them both over until she straddled his washboard abs, with his straining cock between her cheeks. She raised herself up and held the tip of his cock to her asshole and very, very gently pressed down. As he went deeper inside her and her ass stretched to receive him, Akane softly moaned his name, then he was all the way inside her, her ass against his balls and her wet cunt on his abdomen.

"Oh, Akane..." he sighed. "I don’t want to come yet, but I can’t--"

She smiled and shooshed him with a kiss. Reaching around behind her, she stroked his balls as she levered herself up and down along his shaft, her face twisted with passion. Ryouga reached up to rub and tweak her breasts, then let one hand drop down so a finger could play with her clit. When she rose, he slipped the finger inside her cunt and tickled it around, while playing with her clit with his thumb. That was all she could take, and came harder than she’d come when he’d had her fist in her. Akane drove herself down onto his dick, up and down and up and down, coming and coming, until, with a roar of pleasure, Ryouga came, too. He caught her hips with both hands and forced her all the way down on him while he filled her with cum and wept for joy.

But she wasn’t finished with him yet. Akane lifted herself up until his cock came free, then took hold of it and put it in her cunt, easing herself down onto him again. Ryouga moaned as she moved her hips back and forth, keeping him deep inside her all the while, until he got hard again and again he came. Good thing nobody was home, he thought, or they’d be in big trouble right now!

Almost nobody...

The door to Akane’s room flew from its moorings, and if Akane hadn’t lay down on Ryouga’s chest, she might have lost her head. In the doorway stood a very angry, very hurt Ranma, who could do no more than stare at his fiance riding his greatest rival like a rodeo horse--and loving it! How could she! "Akane, you dummy!" He started to cry, then to run, but Akane’s plea stopped him.

"Don’t go, Ranma! Please! There’s enough of me for both of you!"

Both men were shocked by that, each having always believed their Akane to be utterly innocent. But, thought Ryouga, she seemed to know exactly what to do, didn’t she? And he hadn’t felt a cherry when he’d stuck his hand in her. She kicked up her rhythm on Ryouga again, and he closed his eyes and lay back in contentment, Ranma completely forgotten.

"I want to suck your cock, Ranma," Akane groaned, now playing with herself since Ryouga’s fingers had abandoned her. "I want to eat it all, take it deep...oh, Ranma! Please!" Her eyes were closed, like Ryouga’s, in ecstasy, as her hips worked his dick over and one of her hands stroked his balls and the other her own clit.

Ranma was hard as a rock in his pants as he watched her ride Ryouga for all he was worth. It only took another instant of consideration before Ranma had his clothes off and was standing over Ryouga’s chest, pressing his dick to Akane’s lips. He sighed contentment as she took it into her mouth and he moved his hips back and forth and reached down to play with his balls. Below him, Akane and Ryoua came, then he exploded into Akane’s mouth. To his delight, she sucked it all down, then begged for more.

"Fuck me!" She cried, then suddenly pulled herself away from both of them and got on her hands and knees beside Ryouga. "I want both of you in me! In my cunt! Please, fuck me! I need both of your huge, hard, throbbing dicks in my pussy! Fucking me so hard! Please!"

Ranma and Ryouga blinked at each other in embarrassment at first, but Akane continued to beg. Ryouga at one cheek and Ranma at the other, they fed their dicks into her cunt as gently as they could.

"No!" Akane ordered. "Hard! Force it! I said fuck me!"

The men looked at each other, each watching the other’s bubble burst, then they shrugged and did as they were told. As hard as they could, they pumped Akane, the sensation of their dicks rubbing against each other inside her tight, wet cunt strangely...arousing. Ranma reached around to put his finger into Ryouga’s ass, just as Ryouga got the same idea and put his finger in Ranma’s. Then they leaned over to try a tentative, exploratory kiss, found they liked it, and soon were chasing each other’s tongues, one finger in each other’s assholes. Ranma had his thumb in Akane’s ass, while Ryouga reached around to work her clit, hard. When they came, all at the same time, it was like a mighty explosion, each of them shouting their fulfillment at the top of their lungs.

"Hey! Ranma date Shampoo, not stupid Akane-whore!"

There, in the doorway, stood Shampoo, just as hurt as Ranma had been earlier.

"Oh, Shampoo..." Akane moaned. "You gotta try this...They’re incredible!"

Startled by that response, Shampoo looked the three lovers over, noticing the acrobatic way in which Akane was getting it from both men.

"I’ll share..." Akane purred. She reached back to grab her lovers’ asses and give them the physical hint to start pumping again. She licked her lips and looked very suggestively between Shampoo’s legs. "I’ll even share me, Poo-chan."

Shampoo looked about to make a decision, when Ukyo showed up, a bit winded from keeping up with Shampoo. She gasped when she saw the bedroom scene. "Ranma!" She wailed. "What are you doing?!"

"Fuckin’ Akane and Ryouga," Ranma growled back, more concerned with what was going on between his legs than his other girlfriends’ jealousies. "What’s it look like? You joinin’ us, or what?"

Shampoo and Ukyo hesitated, not at all sure about this, then Ryouga spoke up--gasped up, really.

"You all...want Ranma...right?" He panted, eyes rolled up into his head, barely able to keep himself from kissing Ranma in front of the newcomers. He’d already lost the battle to keep his fingers out of Ranma’s ass and was rubbing them in and out, contemplating what he’d do when his rival’s hole was wide enough to receive him---and almost coming into Akane again at the thought. "Well, you better...get over her and...fuck him...before I do!"

Everybody blinked in astonishment, but Ryouga could hold back no longer. He pulled out of Akane, earning a displeased whimper from his beloved, then shoved himself into Ranma’s ass with a vengeance. Ranma struggled to free himself and cursed at first, getting nowhere but eliciting a cry of extreme pleasure from both Akane and Ryouga at his movements.

"You all perverts!" Shampoo declared bitterly but made no move to leave or stop watching the "perverted" goings on. Then she noticed someone was touching her breasts and whirled on Ukyo with a start. "What you do, spatula girl! You pervert like them! Shampoo not like that!"

Ukyo grinned like a cat and slunk closer until she had Shampoo backed up against the doorjamb. "Shampoo not meet right girl," she cooed, imitating Shampoo’s broken Japanese. "Ukyo show Shampoo what pleasure is!"

Shampoo shrieked, tore herself free of Ukyo’s grasp and ran into the room, leaving her shirt in Ukyo’s hands. Ukyo threw Shampoo’s shirt into the hallway and started stripping off her clothes, her eyes darting from the orgy in the middle of the floor, to the frightened Chinese girl cowering in the corner by Akane’s bed.

"Aw, cut it out, Ukyo," Ranma panted, "you’re scarin’ her...come over here, and I’ll give you what you want!" He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips playfully.

Ukyo seemed to take the hint but instead of putting her pussy in Ranma’s face, she sat down on Akane’s ass and pulled herself close to Ranma’s abdomen and started rubbing herself against that. She lay back on Akane, leading Ranma’s hands to her breasts. Beneath her, Akane moaned at the feeling of Ukyo’s tight ass against her own.

"Mmm...turn over, Ukyo..." she moaned, "let me feel your body..."

Freeing herself from Ranma’s hands, Ukyo obeyed, turning over to straddle Akane’s back, supporting herself with her own hands and feet. She came as soon as her clit and her breasts started rubbing against Akane’s ass and back, then she came again when Ranma put his fingers in her throbbing pussy, one finger joined by another, then another, until his entire fist was inside her and her cunt was slowly taking in his entire, muscular forearm. Ukyo cried out with pleasure, begging him for more while nibbling Akane’s ear and rubbing her clit against her rival’s incredible ass.

Then Ranma took his hand out of Ukyo and replaced it with his dick, fucking her so hard she almost fell off Akane’s back. Akane protested, but Ryouga had pulled out of Ranma and was beneath her in an instant, using his incredible strength to keep his pelvis close to hers and his cock inside her from that unusual angle.

"Shampoo!" Akane moaned. "Come here, and let me eat you!"

Shampoo shook her head violently and stayed right where she was, huddled in the corner, covering her breasts with her arms.

"C’mere, or I’ll get Mousse in here!" Ranma warned. "He’s been wantin’ a piece of your fine ass for years! And don’t think he’s all innocent, either!"

Though that had been meant as a threat, it didn’t intimidate Shampoo as Ranma had thought it would. "Mousse want make love with Shampoo?"

Ranma thumped Ukyo as he replied: "Shit, yeah, you stupid girl! If you’d get your head out of your ass once in a while, you’d notice that!"

"Head in ass?" Shampoo muttered, not getting the reference.

"I mean...*pant*...you’re so busy chasin’ me, you *pant-pant*--oh, Ukyo!--you haven’t noticed Mousse is madly in love with you!"

"Yeah," panted Akane, "Shampoo...dense! Oh, Ryouga, FUCK ME!"

Shampoo cringed. Maybe she could get away from these freaks if she told them she was going to go look for Mousse? She decided to give it a try. "Shampoo go find Mousse now, ok?" She inched across the floor, still covering her breasts with one arm. It looked like they were going to let her go. She threw her shirt on and ran. Behind her, Ukyo had her hands on Akane’s breasts, while Ranma pounded her ass with his dick and Ryouga did some acrobatic fucking of Akane’s cunt from below. Perverts, Shampoo thought, wondering what she ever saw in Ranma...though he was pretty well-hung... "Ah! What I think?! Shampoo not pervert like stupid Ranma!" She leapt onto her bike and fled the Tendo Dojo like it was on fire, heading for Cologne’s ramen shop in hopes of finding Mousse, who surely wasn’t as twisted as those weird Japanese back at the dojo!

"Mousse! Mousse! Where you at?!" Shampoo called as she burst into the darkened raman shop. Cologne wasn’t there, or Shampoo would have sensed her. Neither, apparently, was Mousse. "Where he go?" A tap on her shoulder spun her about with a yelp.

"Shampoo?" Mousse squinted at her from behind his coke-bottle glasses. "What are you doing here at this time of night?"

"I look for Mousse," Shampoo told him.

The look of surprise on his face was something she hadn’t expected. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, if you want me to help you find Ranma--"

Shampoo snorted. "Not want Ranma! Ranma is pervert! Him at dojo with Akane and Ryouga and Ukyo--together!" She made motions with her hands to illustrate just what she meant by "together".

Mousse leaned closer to get a better look at what her fingers were doing. Didn’t look so bad to him. "Are you trying to tell me they’re having sex together, Shampoo?"

She nodded vigorously. "Yes! At same time! They want Shampoo to join, but Shampoo not sick like them!"

Mousse thought that was a shame. He straightened and pushed his glasses up onto his nose. "So, why is Shampoo looking for Mousse? To talk?"

Shampoo played with her hair coyly, not really sure she wanted to go through with this. Maybe talking would be a better idea? No! They all said Mousse loved her! And now that she really thought about it, his actions had shown that. If only she hadn’t been so blinded by her duty to marry the man who defeated her combat, she would have seen it! Stupid tradition! Keeping her from a man who really loved and wanted her! Maybe choosing Mousse over Ranma would get her cast out of her tribe, but Ranma had never loved her and never would. He was hung-up on Akane (and Ryouga and Ukyo, it would seem). Her mind made up, Shampoo placed her feet on the path that would probably change her whole life:

"No, Shampoo not want talk," she told Mousse in a quiet, shy voice, as she slunk closer to him. Batting her eyes prettily at him (and hoping he could see her doing it), she reached up, took his face in her hands and pulled him down for a quick, gentle kiss. "Shampoo want love with Mousse," she whispered. "Is ok?"

In response, Mousse hooked an arm around Shampoo’s back and pulled her close for a deep, wet kiss. Her arms slipped around his neck as she returned it with a little moan of happiness, then Mousse scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his room above the ramen shop (that, he could find without watching where he was going). He lay her on the futon, then lay beside her, sliding his hand along her belly to caress one of her breasts as he explored her face and throat with his lips.

"Mousse not be pervert with Shampoo?" She asked in a frightened voice.

Through kisses, he mumbled: "Never."

"Not hurt Shampoo with...with...man-thing?" She didn’t know the Japanese word for penis and found herself unable to remember her native language when Mousse began to unbutton her shirt with hands that were pretty sure for a guy who couldn’t see two inches in front of his face.

He shook his head and planted a kiss between her newly-exposed breasts. "It’s not supposed to be like that, Shampoo," he explained, coming up for air long enough to pull off his glasses and smile in the general direction of her face. "I promise. I would never hurt you, Shampoo. Never."

She lay back and let him undress her, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch and soft kisses on her skin, and the wispy caresses of his long hair as his head moved from her breasts to her stomach. Then he stopped that and came back to kiss her lips, by some miracle finding them on the first go. All of a sudden, something he’d said sunk into Shampoo’s brain and she pulled away from his kiss.

"How Mousse know how it supposed to be?" She asked in a hurt voice. "You do this with other woman?"

Mousse rolled his eyes. "No, I haven’t. Men talk about it. We have to know what to do when we’re with a woman. If we don’t please her, maybe she won’t want us anymore. There’s only you, Shampoo," he reassured her, "just you."

"Oh. Good." Shampoo smiled contentedly and pulled him down for more kisses. It occurred to her that she should be undressing him, since she was naked, and he hadn’t made any moves to get his own clothes off. Trying not to appear as awkward as she felt, Shampoo untied the sash at Mousse’s waist and threw it aside, then pulled his tunic over his head. She could feel him working his boots and socks off as she tugged off his shirt and fished around the waistband of his pants, looking whatever secured them. After a while, she gave up in frustration. Mousse just chuckled and got them off for her, allowing her to remove his briefs. Her gasp when she touched his penis for the first time was infinitely satisfying.

"Mousse! This is too big! It hurt Shampoo!"

He kissed her. Then rolled over onto his back, exposing everything to her. She made a valiant effort not to look away as he gently took her hands in his and guided them to his hard-on, showing her how to touch it and stroke it. Then he wrapped one of her hands around it and carefully moved the hand up and down until she got the idea and could carry on unaided. How he’d dreamed of this...of her touch, of her actually preferring to make love to him, rather than be with Ranma. Now, how to get her to suck on it, he wondered.

Needlessly, it turned out. Shampoo bent down, took him into her mouth and started to suck, licking him inside her mouth and massaging the base of his dick with her hands. Mousse’s passionate moan was all the reward she needed to tell her her guess about what to do had been dead on. But she was surprised when he got his fingers in her hair and pulled her away from him. "Mousse? What--? I do it wrong?"

He shook his head. "No. You’re doing it right, Shampoo, but I don’t want to come yet. I want to enjoy this for a long time."

She looked puzzled, then got it. Something her great-grandmother Cologne had told her about men and sex and how men can only do it once before they fall asleep. No way was she going to let Mousse fall asleep on her! "Ok, what do now?"

Mousse kissed her and rolled them both over until he was on top of her, the tip of his cock teasing her wet opening, causing Shampoo to moan with anticipation. But soon it was gone, and he was kissing her frontside again, only this time he passed her navel, then her pubic hair, then stopped to move the hair aside with his thumbs. When his tongue touched her between her legs, Shampoo nearly wept. The rush of pleasure was overwhelming. She had no idea it could be this wonderful--even the times she’d touched herself, dreaming of that pervert Ranma, it hadn’t sent her this far over the edge. Then he put his finger inside her and gently, oh so gently, moved it in and out, lovingly caressing the inside wall of her pussy. Shampoo squeezed her own breasts, tweaked the hard nipples, and put her legs over Mousse’s shoulders and around his neck. He put his free hand under her butt and caressed first one cheek then the other. His tongue flicked harder and faster over her clit, as his finger was joined by two more, spreading her so when he finally put his dick in her it wouldn’t hurt. Then she came and lost all sense of time and space as she forced his head harder between her legs and cried out his name.

When she was finished, he wiped hair from his lips and, still keeping her legs over his shoulders, moved over her until the end of his cock rested in the opening of her cunt. He pushed her thighs as high as they would go, then very slowly fed himself into her, letting her wet pussy suck his hard, throbbing dick deeper and deeper inside her. "Hurt?" He asked in a hoarse whisper.

In an equally hoarse voice, Shampoo groaned: "No hurt. Feels so good, Mousse...You not stop."

"Never."

"Mmmm....Mousse love Shampoo!" She cried, getting her hands around his ass and pushing him into her as far as he could go.

He gasped and almost came right then and there but was able to control himself. "Does Shampoo...love Mousse, too?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, but he needn’t have worried.

"Shampoo love Mousse, too..." she sighed.

He let her legs slip off of his shoulders and around his hips as he wept for joy, then came harder than he’d ever come just jerking off thinking about doing this with Shampoo. He begged all the gods not to let him fall asleep after having her just this one time tonight. There were so many other ways he wanted to make love to her! He wanted to be in every hole, feel her hands on every inch of his skin, wanted to taste her again and again... "Shampoo..." he sighed into her ear as she held him afterwards and kissed his hair.

"Mousse..." she sighed in return. "You make Shampoo so happy..."

The next morning at the Tendo Dojo, most of the usual residents had returned from whatever had taken them from the dojo the night before. Kasumi was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, while her father sat at the table with Mr. Saotome. Nabiki hadn’t come home yet, it would seem. Going through the spice cabinet, Kasumi came across the strange bottle of seasoning she’d used in last night’s dinner, at Mr. Saotome’s urging. She puzzled over the English lettering on the label for a moment, her mind slowing putting them together into words, but even then they didn’t make much sense. She’d never heard of a spice called "Spanish Fly". It hadn’t made much of a difference in the flavor of the meal, at least not that she’d noticed. Of course, she’d felt so funny the rest of the night. Sort of...horny. So, she’d gone to Dr. Tofu’s to spend the night. "Oh my!" Kasumi giggled behind her hand as she remembered all the things she and the doctor had done the night before. Everyone but Ranma, Akane and P-Chan had disappeared after dinner, as well. Nabiki had muttered something about going to Kuno’s. Daddy and Mr. Saotome hadn’t said anything before disappearing down the street that ran outside the dojo. Of course, there was this geisha house Daddy sometimes visited...

Lounging by the table, Tendo congratulated his friend’s genius. "I gotta hand it to you, Saotome, you old lecher! Sometimes you even outdo our master! Where ever did you get that stuff? I thought I could go on for days!"

Saotome puffed up with pride. "Well, Tendo, I’ll tell you: I was at this party a few days ago, with some Americans. I was telling them what a shame it was that our Ranma and Akane have been engaged for so long, but haven’t done anything. So, one of them gives me this bottle of spice and says, ‘put some of this in their food, or in a drink, and they’ll be so horny they won’t be able to keep their hands off each other!’ So, I did! And for good measure, I had Kasumi cook it into last night’s dinner. Figured we could all use a good lay, eh, Tendo?"

The two friends chortled happily. Back in the kitchen, Kasumi heard everything. She put a little of the powder into a small plastic bag for her own use later, then, giggling and blushing, she returned the bottle to its place in the cabinet. "I think I’ll take Dr. Tofu some cookies tonight!" She mused dreamily, then fell to giggling once more.

Meanwhile, back in Akane’s bedroom, last night’s lovers were this morning’s combatants. Hearing the crashings and bangings from the other end of the house, Kasumi sprinkled a healthy dose of Mr. Saotome’s spice into the omelets she’d made for Ranma, Akane and Ryouga. Was that Ukyo’s voice? Well, better give her a dose, as well. Whistling a happy tune, Kasumi took breakfast to Akane’s room. She raised her hand to knock only to find the door was missing, so she just slipped the tray inside, then with a giggle, she chimed: "Eat your breakfast! You’ll feel much better once you have good food on your stomachs!" Having done her good deed for the day, Kasumi returned to the kitchen to prepare a more innocent breakfast for the others.