Cures and Solution Part 3 by David Farr The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and are used here without permission for the purposes of fanfiction. This story may be stored for the purposes of archiving only so long as the text remains unchanged. Note: this story contains themes not suitable for minors. http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/ ***** The walls of Ucchan's were thankfully very thick, so the pair left in the hallway wouldn't have to listen to the sound of the seduction going on in Ukyo's bedroom. Akane leaned against the wall opposite the door, staring down past her crossed arms. "What's the matter Akane-chan? You look kind of depressed. Sorry that you lost the first night?" Akane looked up and frowned at Ukyo. "No, that's not it. I was just thinking, what if Ranma's right? What if those aliens did something to us to make us act this way?" Ukyo replied with a quiet chuckle. "I think, Akane-chan, that's a given. We three would never have thought about doing something like this, well, except maybe Shampoo, let alone working together. It wouldn't have worked, there wasn't enough trust." "And now there is." Akane's frown deepened. "We can't do anything about it, not now." Ukyo shrugged. "So we live with the new us, and act as we think best. Either that or we doubt our every action, and lose the next time we get in a fight." She turned to grin brightly at her friend. "Besides, if it brings us what we've always wanted, isn't it for the best. We all love him." Akane blushed deeply. "Ummm..." This time a musical laugh escaped from Ukyo. "Don't tell me you're still going to carry on with that 'there is no way' line you always yell. I can see you're just as smitten by him as Shampoo and me." "I suppose so," Akane allowed. "I'd better be off for a patrol around the shop. Don't want Ryoga wandering in by accident." She started off down the corridor, then paused and looked over her shoulder. "Just be grateful it's only the three of us. Imagine what it'd be like trying to share Ranma with Kodachi." Both shuddered at the thought. ***** Inside Shampoo was plagued by problems harder to overcome than doubts. It had been easy to remove her airen's clothing (what little there had been) for the same reason it had been easy to get him across Nerima to Ucchan's. Now, he lay on Ukyo's futon, still snoring quietly, revealed in his full naked glory. And glory was the word as far as Shampoo was concerned. True, she'd seen Ranma unclothed before, when she'd popped up on him in the furo a couple of times, but this time she could just sit back and stare at his firm body and muscles. Unfortunately, that was all she could do. He'd slept through the trip, the undressing, a quiet whisper in the ear, a shake, a loud yell, a loud yell in the ear, a slap (he'd dodged that) and even an alarm clock (she'd have to tell Ukyo to reset it.) There was nothing more she could think of that wouldn't wake up the entire neighbourhood and bring unwanted attention. Then it struck her. Grinning, she leant forward lowering her head until her mouth was next to his ear. She was about to do it, when another idea came to her. Quickly she shrugged off her dress, glad that she had such an easy to remove outfit, then stripped off her underwear. Naked, she lay down on Ranma, not directly on top, but so that her legs straddled one of his. A shiver of delight ran through her as her nipples brushed along his skin and for a moment she debated whether or not she should just enjoy this. Finally she lowered her lips to his ear again, and gave a quiet, loving mew. Ranma's reaction was a little more than she expected. He immediately threw her off, sending her flying across the room, and scrambled backwards. It was only her skill martial artist (and her cat-like nature) that allowed her to flip in the low throw and land on her knees. "Wha?" Ranma glanced about fearfully. "Where's the c-cat?" "Is no cat. Just Shampoo and Airen." Ranma relaxed visibly, lowering his head in relief. "Ummm... Shampoo... where's my boxers?" Grinning Shampoo glanced to the door. "Shampoo give to Ukyo and Akane to hold. Airen not be needing for a little while." "Umm... Ukyo and Akane?" he stared at the door as well, although Shampoo could easily see the confusion on his face. "Yes, they guard us. Make sure no one come in. Shampoo do same for them when their turn." "Turn? For what?" Shampoo grinned again, then lowered her hands to the ground. "Stupid Airen, is obvious." She raised her bottom and started to crawl towards the naked young man slumped against the wall. As she moved she purposefully swung her hips as if she was wagging a tail. "Obvious?" Ranma's mind had pretty much shut down by the show Shampoo was putting on. Her movement of her behind was translating through her entire body, sending her large breasts swaying. She'd even managed to time the swings so that her arms weren't in the way as she crawled. "Is Shampoo's turn with Airen tonight, others get turns other nights." She reached him, and arced forward to brush her breasts against his body as she leant up to his face. "Airen no have to worry, is what we want," she whispered just before their lips met. 'This isn't right,' is how Ranma's thoughts went during Shampoo's seductive crawl. 'She's doing this cause of the aliens. It's...' Shampoo's lips met with his, a loving touch that sent waves of pleasure through him and derailing his train of thought. '...so nice.' "Airen like?" Shampoo inquired. "Yeah," Ranma sighed, melting a little as his mind and worries shut down. Shampoo pressed her body against Ranma's right arm, wrapping her breasts around it and folding her legs into the tent of his. Slowly she started running her hands over his chest and down his body. "Is good, no? You want, hmmm?" She leaned up to kiss his neck, then turned it into a lick that went up to over his cheek. "Shampoo." Ranma twitched and raised his left arm, lifting it over to hold onto the arm that reached down over him. "I don't want..." A slight jolt of fear ran through Shampoo, now was not the time for him to reject her. "Shhh, Airen no need worry." She lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. "Shampoo want do this for Ranma, but no hold as victory. Is gift to one I love." She closed her eyes. "Please Ranma, let Shampoo give gift." "Shampoo," he whispered. Slowly his hand travelled up her arm to grip her shoulder. "Yes, Shampoo, if it's what you want." A slight smile appeared on the amazon's face. "Thank you. Ranma just sit, Shampoo do rest." Slowly she begun her stroking of his body, and also started with equal lack of speed, moving the rest of her body. Both teenagers enjoyed the feeling of skin sliding over skin, Ranma the amazingly soft silk, Shampoo the firmness. Both shuddered in pleasure as they moved, and so intent on the feelings was he that Ranma didn't realise where her hand was heading until it got there. Shampoo had timed it perfectly, her hand bushed against his member, so hard from the play they had already gone through, at the same time as her lips touched his a second time. Enjoying the taste of his kiss, she started caressing his penis, winding her fingers up it until she reached the tip. As Ranma moaned into Shampoo's lips, she shifted, not allowing their contact to change, but freeing her other hand. This hand sought out her own pleasure, but was blocked. 'What?' Shampoo's mind exclaimed in confusion, then she felt fingers stroke against the inside of her legs and across her sensitive spot. 'How Ranma know?' The thought was blasted out as he skilfully manipulated her. The pair continued, lips locked, touching and caressing each other as best they could. Soft moans reverberated through their kiss until they could no longer tell which was making the sound. Shampoo knew what was about to happen when Ranma's body stiffened under her, and was satisfied when his member twitched away from her touch. Moments later he gasped and his seed burst forth, slimy strings coating Shampoo's hand. It was only a few seconds more when Ranma's own ministrations brought Shampoo to her climax. Unlike her lover, the amazon gave a cry as the wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her eyes blurred as all her muscles tensed and she felt, for an instant, like she was going to black out. What seemed like hours past for the satisfied pair as they simply lay in each other's arms. Ranma simply gazed down at the girl lying, slightly curled, across his lap. 'It'll never be the same,' he realised as exhaustion claimed him. ***** "STEVEN!" The roar echoed across the deck, and would have made a Klingon proud For his part, the shorter alien was doing his best job of hiding amongst the massive engines of their ship. Of course, considering who built the ship, the engines had no need to be so big, their size was more for dramatic effect than anything. "Dammit, STEVEN, I know you're in here! Come out, I just want to talk!" "Yeah, like I believe you Justin!" Steven called back. "You're so pissed you've been stomping around the ship for the last four hours!" The larger alien dove around the corner, grabbed at his companion's collar. "Hah! Got you!" "You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Steven whined. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" Justin roared in his face, sending his hair streaming behind him. "Ah... no?" "One line, you added just one line, and you managed to turn Akane, Ukyo and Shampoo into Ranma's ready made harem!" He paused. "It was bad enough that we stole this ship--" "Borrowed! We only borrowed it! And it was for a good cause!" "--then we brought it into the wrong universe," Justin continued, ignoring Steven, "to alter the minds of three people. We might - might I say - have gotten away with it if we had made Ranma's life easier. Instead Ranma's now being seduced by all three of the fiancees! Do have any idea how He is going to react when He finds out!" "This ship isn't needed for another few weeks, so as long we get it back then, He'll never find out." "Who won't find out?" a third voice inquired calmly. Both of the aliens turned to look in horror at the newcomer. ***** Morning broke with its usual stealthy approach. In other words, Ranma was awoken by a kick to the side and a cry of: "Get up, boy! It's time to train!" "HUH?!" Ranma sat bolt upright and glanced about the room. Gone were the shadowed confines of the bedroom above in Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, replaced instead with the stark sunlit emptiness of the Tendo guestroom. Other than the two futons the room was empty except for the old man pulling on a white gi. Neither of these sights - the empty room or his old man - were satisfying to wake up to after falling asleep with a pretty girl. Briefly Ranma wondered if there was some way he could fix that little problem. "Stop dozing boy, we have to get some training in before you get off to school." Genma was glaring down at him. 'Yeah, I definitely have to get away from my old man,' Ranma thought darkly as he rose out from under the covers. He was glad to find out the girls had remembered to return his boxers. "Okay, okay, I'll be out in a moment." The practice fight that morning was different from their usual bouts. Despite the insults thrown by the old martial artist, Ranma remained quiet, concentrating on his actions. Standing on the porch, watching the aerial battle over the Koi pond, Akane made a realisation. Ranma wasn't going all out, looking for holes in his father's defenses. Instead each attack and block flowed into a pattern, a recognisable pattern to someone who practised the Anything-Goes Martial Arts. "Isn't that a basic kata," Kasumi asked from beside her, causing Akane to jump. "Y-yes, it is." "Why Uncle Saotome isn't defending against it?" Akane peered at the battle, watching Genma's attacks and defenses. Many of his attacks were mistimed, probably failed attempts to guess where Ranma was going to be. Ranma's simple blocks were sweeping up the rest. "I think Uncle Saotome isn't ready to fight a Ranma who isn't viewing him as a serious threat," Akane guessed. "I wonder what happened to make him that confident? Whatever it was, it even matured him." Akane swept her head around to stare at her sister. She found that Kasumi was staring at Ranma with a sad smile on her face. Then Akane remembered what Kasumi looked for in a man. 'Maturity,' she thought. 'Oh, Kasumi, I'm sorry, but you can't have him. He's ours.' With the last strike of the Kata Ranma sent his father falling into the pond, leaping clear of the splash. Genma turned, ready to strike out at the boy as he taunted his father, but instead found Ranma walking back inside. "Do I have time for a quick wash before breakfast Kasumi?" Ranma asked as he stepped up onto the porch. "Yes, you do Ranma. It won't be ready for another couple of minutes." "Thanks Kasumi." ***** Shampoo awoke that morning feeling on top of the world. Last night she had started the first step towards consummating her marriage, admittedly in an expanded form. If everything went according to plan - which would be a first for Nerima - then in only another three nights she would be a woman. She wandered downstairs to the dining room of the Nekohanten. It was empty, of course, the restaurant didn't open until mid-morning. That left Shampoo with two choices, either start on the cleaning chores, or go train in the backyard. As happy as she was, cleaning just didn't have a chance. As she started a kata with her large sword, she started thinking over her new life. Of course there were problems. After eliminating the minor irritants like Mousse, she had only one, and that was waiting three days before she'd be able to spend some real time with Ranma. Her two sisters in love (and soon marriage, by Amazon law), Akane and Ukyo, were lucky. They could spend the entire day with Ranma, admittedly at a boring Japanese school. Still, just being near her Airen would be a joy. Maybe she would go to school. Shampoo snorted, disrupting her concentration and forcing her to start the kata again. She thought it was unlikely her that Grandmother would let Shampoo go to Furnikan. Unless, of course, she could... and then... hmm that might work. And it would have the nice side effect of keeping Mousse busy at the restaurant. "Grandmother," Shampoo cried, abandoning her training and bouncing back into the building. The old woman turned from where she was starting marinating some meat. "What is it Granddaughter?" "Shampoo wondering if you could do without her during day?" Cologne stared at her, suspicion in her eyes. "For what purpose?" Shampoo put on her best smile, and summoned up the memory of the pervious night to put a sparkle in her eye. "Now that Airen propose to Shampoo, she think it be good to keep eye on Airen, pervert girl and spatula girl. Make sure they don't steal him." "Son-in-law has done what?" Shampoo started in on a long explanation - including the triple proposal - that she knew would end up with her going to Furnikan High school. ***** Two blurs shot past the old woman even before she had dipped the ladle into the water. They continued along the pavement, darting in and out around other pedestrians, towards the school. 'Almost late again, but Akane's not complaining. Scary,' Ranma thought as he rounded the corner. He was brought up short by a loud cry of: "Ranma Saotome, PRERPARE TO DIE!" Standing in the centre of the school's front yard, was a sight unseen in Furnikan since a few days after Ranma's arrival. A large portion of the male student body was now facing him, some dressed in sports gear, others in martial arts uniforms, and all were glaring at Ranma. "What is this? The Ryoga Hibiki fan club?" Ranma wondered aloud, before the front line started forward. Not waiting for an answer Ranma resumed his run, fists flashing outwards. Opponents fell before him, battered down by powerful blows. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed that both Akane and Ukyo were protecting his flanks, fighting to the best of their ability. Of course, they had the advantage in that many of their opponents couldn't bring themselves to hit them. The battle, if it could be called that, ended swiftly, leaving the boys lying around the trio. Ranma dusted his hands off and glanced at his two companions. "Nice fight you two, but--" Ranma clamped his mouth shut. Considering how well things were going with them, now was not a good time to antagonise them. After all, how often did he not have girl troubles. "But what, Ranma-chan?" Ukyo asked, sliding her spatula back into the straps across her back. 'Think quickly.' "What caused it?" "A truly despicable act on your part, Ranma Saotome, if rumors are true," a voice intoned from the steps to the school. Everyone turned to face the voice, and found Kuno standing nobly atop the steps. The Samurai was wearing his robes so fine they appeared to sparkle brightly in the sunlight. His hair was combed to perfection and even his teeth seemed to shine. Slowly he raised his polished bokken to point at them. "Tell me Saotome, that the words I have heard are not true. Tell me you have not had the audacity to propose to the beauteous Akane Tendo, as well as those two wenches that pursue you!" Ranma slapped his hand to his forehead. "Not this again," he groaned. "That's right, Kuno honey," Ukyo stepped forward, "he did that." She pulled out her spatula. "Is there something you have to say about it?" "Oh, hell," Ranma muttered. "I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Kuno sliced his sword through the air before him. He charged forward, lunging towards Ranma. Ranma dropped into a ready stance, his eyes tightening waiting for Kuno's attack. What he did not except was for a sheet of grey metal to block the charging Samurai. With a loud clang Kuno slammed into Ukyo's spatula, leaving a large dent in it. Ukyo peeled the weapon off his face and frowned at it. "He sure knows how to leave an impression." The dazed Samurai looked at the chef. "That didn't hurt you know." He joined the Akane stormtroopers on the ground. "Now I have to fix this!" Ukyo complained as she joined Ranma and Akane in walking into the school. "What happened to you?" Akane asked as their voices faded in the distance. "You're not normally so late." "My alarm clock got reset somehow." -----