Cures and Solutions
Part 5
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
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	Note: this story contains themes not suitable for minors.

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*****

	The doorway to Ucchan's had been darkened by many figures. Most
of time it was customers who stood there, pausing with unnecessary drama
before taking a seat and placing an order. A few times it was a martial
artist, out on some vendetta. Once, when Tsubasa had been around, it had
even been a vending machine.

	When the latest figure stepped into the doorway, everyone froze.
Nabiki Tendo did not look happy, and while she was no underworld boss,
she was certainly cunning enough to get a humiliating revenge.

	"Ukyo, I want to talk to you!" Nabiki paced forward, glaring at
the cook behind the counter.

	"What's up, big sister?"

	Nabiki slowly swung around to find a disturbing sight, Akane and
Shampoo sitting at one of the booths. The table in front of them was
covered in books, both texts and notepads. Shampoo was holding a pencil
that was hovering over a page Akane was pointing at.

	"Hmm... I just have to talk to Ukyo about something she sent me,"
Nabiki replied cautiously. All three fiancees, in the same room and not
fighting, this was unusual. She wasn't sure what was happening, although
after the show at lunchtime she had an idea, and she didn't want to play
her hand to soon.

	Ukyo flipped an Okonomiyaki from the grill onto the plate of a
customer. "Sure Nabs-chan, shall we step into back room?"

	Following the chef's lead, Nabiki paced around the counter and
through the curtain. Once inside, Ukyo turned, grinning. "This is about
my present, then?"

	"What makes you think you can threaten me and get away with it?"
Nabiki demanded, taking her best "I'm in charge" stance.

	One of Ukyo's small spatulas appeared next to Nabiki's cheek as
Ukyo's other hand gripped the side of her head. It was one of the ones
Ukyo had been using on the grill, Nabiki could feel the heat radiating
from it.

	"What makes you think I can't?" Ukyo was grinning like a cat
stalking a cornered mouse. "Remember, Ranchan and Genma have already
stolen my honour. There's nothing stopping me from... dealing with any
obstacles that get in the way." Her eyes danced with a joy that Nabiki
found disturbing.

	Nabiki swallowed the fear that was rising in her throat, but she
stayed silent, letting Ukyo finish whatever game she was playing.

	Hand and Spatula were withdrawn. "Now Akane and Ranma might not
like the idea, so it would be a pity for both of us if they found out.
So, are you going to back off, and leave us alone? Or do I have to take
you to a wood somewhere and give you a very painful lesson?"

	Nabiki opened her mouth, but Ukyo's raised hand silenced her
words. "Don't bother answering. I wouldn't trust you anyway, so I'll wait
to see how you chose. Now, I suggest you leave quietly and slowly. We
wouldn't want Akane realising something was wrong, or else I would have
no reason to keep you safe."

	Slowly, Nabiki nodded, and then took a step back. She stepped
backwards and turned. Without a word she stepped through the curtain and
around the counter towards the door. Every eye was fixed on the silent
Tendo girl, and many remained fixed on the doorway after she had
vanished.

	"Aiya," Shampoo breathed quietly. "Shampoo never seen mercenary
so quiet."

	Moments later, Ukyo reappeared, her grin not quite as wide as it
had been, but still intact.

*****

	"I'm home!" Nabiki called, her voice cracking like a whip through
the house. She slipped off her shoes and on her slippers, then stormed
upstairs. Genma and Soun emerged from the living room as Kasumi and Ranma
did the same from the kitchen.

	"What's up with her?" Ranma looked at his sister-in-law to be.

	Kasumi shrugged helplessly. "Maybe she lost a bet."

	Ranma's gaze conveyed his disbelief. "Nabiki?! You're kidding."

	"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," Kasumi replied.

	Ranma gave a small shrug. "Suppose you're right."

	The two fathers watched the pair return to the kitchen, then
shared a glance.

	"You know, Tendo, my son has changed."

	"I'd noticed, Saotome. Do you think we should worry?"

*****

	A small metal blade slipped between the frame and the window. The
figure outside grumbled slightly as she pried open the window, the insert
her hand to push it open.

	"Akane-chan, do you think you could possibly oil these things?"
Ukyo hissed before she clambered in.

	The next up the wall rolled her eyes. "Right, and what do I say
when someone catches me?" She grabbed the windowsill and dragged herself
into the room. "You know everyone will think I'm doing something
perverted."

	The final member of the trio leapt casually inside. "You is," she
pointed out.

	Akane nodded. "Well, yeah, but we don't want everyone knowing."
She looked over at the futons, but could only see the massive form of the
snoring panda bear. "Let's get Ranma and go."

	As quietly as church mice, the three girls crept around the
massive form of Genma-panda. Really this was unnecessary, as World War 3
couldn't wake the sleeping Saotome.

	All three came to a halt when the other futon was revealed.	
"Where Ranma?" Shampoo asked as she stared at the empty bedding.

	A hand emerged from the darkness and tapped her shoulder, causing
the amazon girl to let out a tiny screech and leap forward. The other two
spun, getting ready to fight.

	"Is that any way to greet someone?" Ranma asked with a chuckle.

	The girls all collapsed in shock.

	"Ranma no scare Shampoo like that. She afraid we get caught."

	"Yeah, Ranchan, we could have done you some real harm just then."

	Ranma grinned at them from the shadows of the closet, but his
expression quickly faded. "You three were going to take me somewhere, I
believe."

	All three girls shared a glance, but didn't reply.

	"I don't really approve of you kidnapping me," he whispered in a
stern tone. "So next time, invite me to your party please." He burst into
a grin. "Shall we go."

	The girls relaxed, and all returned his grin. As one they moved
to the open window. Ranma, being the last out, gentleman that he was,
slid the window closed behind him.

	As they vanished over the wall, an observer, if there had been
one, would have heard Ranma inquire: "So whose turn is it tonight?"

*****

	 "Thank you," Ukyo mouthed as she slid closed the door to her
bedroom.

	Shampoo turned on Akane, worry appearing on her eyes. "Was as
hard yesterday?"

	The other girl nodded. "Yeah, but we've got to comfort ourselves
that our turn will come." She smiled. "But then you've already had your
first turn, haven't you."

	Reluctantly Shampoo nodded. "Shampoo never think she have to
restrain herself on first night with husband," she grinned. "I no can
wait to show Ranma martial arts not only ancient secrets Chinese amazons
have."

	Akane shock with restrained laughter. "I didn't think you were
experienced."

	"I not, but I long ago borrow book off great-grandmother to learn
how make Ranma really happy when he chose me. I need some way to control
husband, and if not with strength, then best with pleasure." She turned a
mocking grin on Akane. "No can keep beating him into submission."

	"Alright, alright, I got that already." Akane turned away.
"Shampoo, do you think about what those aliens did to us?"

	"Not often," the amazon replied, taking the sudden serious turn
in her stride. "Shampoo just hope it no wear off."

	Akane turned back suddenly. "Why?"

	"Shampoo realise that this is best way to get what she want. Yes,
she have to share Ranma, but maybe it for best. Ranma is big handful to
handle by self, but Shampoo knows only reason we co-operate is because of
what aliens do. So Shampoo in good position, and no want things to change
to make bad again." She turned and smiled warmly at Akane. "And is good
to have Akane and Ukyo as real friends."

	Akane stood staring at the amazon in silence for a few minutes
before a crash from downstairs diverted their attention. Both strained
their ears to listen, and heard a muffled oath.

	"That sound like pig-boy," Shampoo hissed. "We best go steer him
away."

	Akane nodded. "Yes, let's." As they crept down the hall, a
thought came to Akane. "Shampoo, why do you and Ranma call Ryoga,
pig-boy?"

	Shampoo blinked at her. "You mean you really not know? I tell you
later."

*****

	Ranma sat on the futon, staring at the screen behind which Ukyo
changed. It was the same futon on which Shampoo had seduced him the night
before, and now he faced a similar prospect at the hands of the futon's
owner.

	The confidence he had felt all day was starting to flag, flying
in the face of an unknown fate. Questions were starting to rear their
head. Would Ukyo be like Shampoo? Would he be as able to please her?
Would she be satisfied?

	"Ran-chan." Ukyo's singsong voice drew Ranma's attention from the
future. He looked up as she emerged from behind the screen, and his jaw
dropped.

	Despite reclaiming her femininity, Ukyo had never, as far as
Ranma could remember, worn a dress or a skirt, preferring instead more
neutral clothing. Admittedly what she was wearing was neither dress nor
skirt, but it was one thing: something no man would be caught in.

	The costume was straight from a tale of the Arabian nights. Her
feet were bare, one resting lightly in front of the other on the wooden
floor as she leaned suggestively against the screen. Her trousers were
made from a light, billowing silk, but Ranma could see the silhouette of
her firm legs through the material. A thick silk sash, tied off in a
small bow, was all that held them to her waist.

	Her midriff was bare, showing off the curves Ukyo usually hid
beneath her masculine clothing. Her top, if it could be called that, was
there for modesty only. It, like the rest of the outfit, was made of thin
silk, so only barely hide the girl's body. It hung loosely off her
shoulders and arms, not supporting her breasts, letting them hang free as
it simply covered them. A silk tie tucked up under her globes held the
material to her body, keeping it from flying out and revealing more.

	Ranma's eyes continued up her body and focused it on her face. In
fact he could only see her eyes, a silk veil hiding the rest from his
gaze, but they sparkled with happiness as they gazed at him. As their
eyes met Ukyo arched her back, forcing her attributes out, and caressed
the screen.

	"U-Ucchan?" Ranma stuttered. He had never seen her looking so
feminine before. Even the events in the forest had prepared him for this.
The sight of his best friend in the sexy outfit caused Ranma's train of
thought to skip right off a bridge and into a bottomless chasm.

	"Do you like it Ranchan?" Ukyo purred seductively.

	"I... I..." Ranma gulped and opened his mouth to speak again, but
could say nothing.

	Ukyo pulled away from the screen and started toward him, her bare
feet landed softly one in front of the other. As she moved her body
swayed and twisted, like a snake hypnotising her prey. Each movement was
further emphasised by the chimes of small bells. Four bells, some
overactive part of Ranma realised. He could see two hanging from her
ears, but where were the others?

	"Well Ranma?" Ukyo inquired, coming to a stop before him. Her
position meant that her crotch was hovering right before his eyes. Still
he looked up, past her ample breast at her covered face and smiling eyes.

	"V-very beautiful." Ranma stammered.

	Ukyo felt like gushing at that, but held herself in check.
'Beautiful. He's never called me that. Just cute.' She kept a sigh of
pleasure at bay. "Thank you Ranchan." She smiled. "Now the fun begins."

	She started to reach up for her veil, but stopped. No, he'd seen
her face before. Instead she stepped back, slipping her hands around her
back and gently tugged the tie at the back loose. This done, she let the
ties drop then brought arms back around and crossed them in front of her
breasts to grab a handful of the shoulders of her top.

	Slowly she pulled the top down her arms, keeping her breasts
hidden as she did. Her eyes sparkled as she extended her arms, still
squeezing them together over her breasts, and slid the silk top down her
forearms. Ranma found his eyes following it as it drifted to the floor,
then snap back up to find Ukyo watching him.

	Dramatically she swept her arms apart and behind her, causing a
clamour as the two bells dangling from her nipples bounced free along
with her firm breasts. Ranma stared at the two silver balls as they swung
wildly, emitting their random chimes, and Ukyo felt warmed by his
appreciation.

	Her eyes still fixed on Ranma, Ukyo reached down for the small
bow of silk that held up her silk pants. Deftly she wrapped her finger
around the cords, and slowly tugged them free, letting them fall
slightly. Surprisingly the clothing remained draped over her hips. A
shake of her hips sent them sliding away, to fall down to her feet.

	As the material fell Ranma found himself unable to look away from
it, his gaze fixed on it as it dropped into a silken pool around Ukyo's
bare feet. Slowly he lifted his gaze again; up the lengths of her firm
legs and up across her firm stomach to linger for a few moments on her
breasts and their accessories, before moving up to stare up into the eyes
that still peeked over the veil that was her last concealing garment.

	"Come on Ranchan, let's get you free of those confining clothes."
She reached out, while holding his eyes captive with her own, and pulled
the ties of his shirt free. Ranma sat dumbly as Ukyo tugged at the hem of
his shirt. At a little urging he raised his arms, allowing her to lift it
over his head.

	Ukyo sat back and looked over his bare torso. She was glad she
had fallen for a martial artist, only someone who worked out constantly
could have such well-defined muscles. She ran her hands down across his
chest, enjoying the firmness, before arriving at the cord that held up
his trousers. Not glancing down, she untied the knot.

	The trousers snagged, and Ukyo, looked down, realised that Ranma
was still sitting, very heavily, on it. "Wanna help, Ranchan?"

	He glanced down, saw her problem and had the decency to look
abashed. Smiling, he planted his hands, and lifted his bottom, letting
her pull his trousers past his hips. Ukyo had the good sense to hook his
boxers as she went, and in moments she had stripped him naked.

	Now it was Ukyo's turn to survey a body. Like his chest and arms,
the muscles on Ranma's legs were well toned and firm. Ukyo enjoyed the
feeling as she ran her hands up to his waist. But most of all she
couldn't take her eyes off his rock-hard member.

	"So, Ucchan, what now?" Ranma asked, watching her hands.

	Regretfully Ukyo pulled her hands away, and reached up to unhitch
the veil from her face. "You just lie back now Ranchan, and let your
Ucchan pleasure you."

	Nodding, Ranma lowered himself to the futon. Grinning, Ukyo
crawled up the length of his legs until his penis stood before her eyes.
Lovingly she wrapped her hand about it and drew down the foreskin.
Carefully she licked the head, bringing forth a moan of pleasure from
Ranma.

	She was about to continue when Ranma spoke. "Ucchan, would you...
turn the other way?"

	"Huh?" She tried to picture the position for a moment. "I don't
think I could do this the other way."

	"Ummm... I meant so your body went along mine."

	The image clicked in her mind, and Ukyo went into a full blush.
"Ah... Ranma, you don't... I mean, I would but... I thought..." Her mind
was reeling, she had never imagined that Ranma would volunteer to do
something like this. It must have taken him a lot of courage to even ask.
She knew if Shampoo and Akane hadn't been backing her up, she would never
have gone this far.

	"I don't want this to be one sided, Ucchan."

	Ukyo nodded, knowing she was unable to form a coherent reply.
Slowly she crawled off his body, then turned and moved backwards so that
they were in what she had heard was called the sixty-nine position. "Is
that okay, Ranchan?"

	Her only answer was his hands gripping her arse cheeks and the
soft touch of his tongue on her sex. It sent shivers through her body as
he probed about her neatly trimmed pubic hair. At last he seemed to find
what he was looking for, and a single roll of his tongue brought a gasp
of pleasure from Ukyo.

	Suddenly Ukyo remember that she was supposed to be doing, and
lowered her head to his member, even as she once more revealed its head.
The stiff rod filed her mouth, leaving her just enough room to move her
tongue about. Smiling around his member, she started to just that,
caressing it lovingly.

	Shortly both youths were moaning into the other's sex, expressing
their pleasure even as they continued to tease and please the other.
Beyond the flickering of tongues across sensitive regions and, in Ukyo's
case, the subtle massaging of lips, both were caressing the others.
Ukyo's hands stroked up and down the sides of Ranma's legs and around his
waist, while Ranma simply fondle Ukyo's firm buttocks.

	It was Ukyo's ministrations that brought first fruit, although
the inexperienced girl had no warning. She didn't realise that the sudden
twitching meant that moments later her mouth would be filling with
Ranma's sperm. Suddenly she found him coming and, before she could decide
what to do her own orgasm hit her like a freight train. Not knowing why,
she swallowed, even as they tensed, hugging each other closer.

	They lay they for a while, basking in the afterglow, before Ranma
reached down to disturb Ukyo's dreamy state by stroking her hair. "How
about you come up here and cuddle for a while?"

	Ukyo nodded and rolled off him. Turning she gazed up into his
face, to meet his eyes and find love there. She crawled up to him,
letting him gather her in his arms, even as he gathered her in his smile.

	Then he gave a short jerk of laughter, and reached up with hand
to wipe something from the corner of her mouth. With a raised eyebrow, he
held the finger aloft, showing her the smear of semen on it. Before he
could comment she leant forward and licked it up.

	Ranma started laughing, and moments later Ukyo joined him. After
their laughter died down, they just lay there, enjoying the closeness.

	"Ukyo, I'm sorry."

	Ranma sudden words and soft voice caused Ukyo to jerk in
surprise. "Sorry for what?"

	Ranma looked down at where she lay curled against his chest. "I
never really saw you as a woman till today."

	Ukyo closed her eyes and nodded. "That's okay Ranma, I wasn't
really a woman until today."

*****

	Sitting in the comfortable Captains chair, the avatar nodded in
satisfaction. Before him was an image of the loving pair, still curled
together.

	"You're making very good progress Ranma," he murmured.

	A throat was cleared behind him. The avatar calmly shut down the
display and turned to find his two flunkies, Justin and Steve standing
there. He looked at them quizzically.

	Justin spoke. "Sir, we've set up the bookshop."

	The avatar nodded. "Good, now you can remove it."

	Justin hid his shock, but Steve recoiled. "What?! I thought you
were going to SI!"

	Avatar shook his head. "No. Everything is going just the way I
planned it." He stood and started walking towards the doors. "When you're
finished with the bookshop, recover the escape pod, fix the damage done
to the ship and put it back where you found it. I have other stories that
need my attention." And with that the author's avatar left.

	Steve looked at Justin. "If everything is going to plan, does
that mean he expected us to do this."

	Justin nodded sadly.

	"So he used us as nothing more than a contrived plot device!"

	"I'm afraid so," Justin admitted.

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