Fragmentation (Part 3) By TeflonBooger - 02Apr98 ( Teflonbooger@hotmail.com ) Ah, yes. It's that time again. Let me warm up my singing voice first. "La-La- La!!!" Ok. I'm ready. -ahem- WARNING!!!! This is a Lemon-Fan and is not suitable for those persons under sexual age as it contains adult situation, nudity, violence and haven't you had enough of this useless drivel yet? Let's just get on with the story, shall we? ______________________________________ The Second Day Blackness.... She knew she had failed. Even as Shampoo floated through the inky black void that was her prison, she couldn't help but to replay the events that had trapped her here... The attack had been laid by Great Grandmother to perfection. Mousse and herself taking turns engaging the demon, wearing it down. Then Ranma-chan goaded him into loosing control, effectively sentencing them to this.... Shampoo strained her eyes to make out any sort of detail in the vast nothing. The Ranma-demon created a gate and escaped, dragging us with it. Who knows where Mousse went... I lost sight of him as he disappeared into his own private section of the void. Something caught Shampoo's eye. Another shadow, like the others she had been seeing since she had arrived. Not really seeing, either. More like glimpsing something that was always on the edge of your vision. It made her hair stand on end thinking about it. Keeping track of time was just about impossible as well, though she hazarded to guess a couple of hours had past. Shampoo's thoughts turned darker. Maybe it intends to keep me here until I pass on... "I could never do that...." A sweet female voice echoed around her. Shampoo twisted and flailed around in the zero-g, unable to locate the source. "You let Shampoo go now, evil demon!" she shouted out into the void. No reply. Silence. "Hmmf!" Shampoo sniffed testily. "Cowardly demon all the same, must always hide from sight!" "Not so..." The voice echoed from behind in a softer tone. Shampoo whipped around to find Ranma-chan, hair unbound and two eyes glowing a faded blue, the third shut and invisible. She was also very nude, save one long strip of silk that loosely wrapped around her body, hugging her curves in some places, floating ambiently around her in others. "So, do you like my new apartment?" Ranma-chan joked, gesturing to the void beyond. "I know it's a little sparse now, but with some furniture and... Hmm. I see." Shampoo simply glared at her. "Demon talk, talk, talk. What you to do with Shampoo?" The Amazon mocked. A small frown crossed Ranma-chan's face. "I don't know where you got the silly notion that I'm a demon, but you've got it all wrong." Shampoo simply turned her head away. Ranma sighed. "You no act like boy-type Ranma. You no act like Shampoo's Airen. Happosai and Great Grandmother say girl-type possessed. Demon-wards only work against demon." Shampoo made a point by point case against Ranma-chan. "You, demon." Shampoo's conviction caused Ranma-chan to pause and give some thought to the matter. She couldn't argue the first two points. There was no doubt that she HAD changed. As for the last two, anything dealing with Happosai and Cologne was highly suspect in her opinion. But what about the power? Where had that come from? The same way a martial artist uses his power, a thought drifted through her mind. Except you discovered a way to channel it differently. Ranma-chan studied on this. That was a perfectly logical explanation. Still there was a nagging doubt. Ranma-chan locked it away. Dammit. Happosai's schemes are making me paranoid, even in here! "Alright. How can I convince you that I'm NOT a demon?" "You no convince. You let Shampoo go." She ordered sternly. Ranma-chan shook her head. "If I let you go unconvinced, you will simply lay another trap for that "demon" you think lives inside me." She floated around Shampoo as if to pace. "No, there has to be another way..." Ranma-chan tried to probe her mind and look for answers, only to find it blocked. Hmmf. More of the old windbag's magic. I'll have to find another way. "If only you could see what has happened to me in the last two d..." A thought sprung to mind. "Maybe you can!" She smiled enthusiastically. Ranma-chan cupped her hands together and concentrated, closing her eyes. It started out as hundreds of tiny sparks forming in her palms, slowly circling, combining into larger sparks. It wasn't long before they to merged to create a small ball of flickering light, illuminating her hands. Upon setting it free, the ball floated between the girls lazily. "What demon sorcery you make!?" Shampoo shrilled, fright edging into her voice. "You hurt Shampoo, you pay thousand time over!" "Relax." Ranma advised soothingly. "This is a collection of my experiences over the past few days... Why I changed... Why I am the way I am... Hopefully you'll understand once you see..." With barely a nod on her part, the glowing ball floated forward to Shampoo, who steeled herself for the worst. It entered her chest with only the slightest warming sensation and vanished. Shampoo looked at the entry point with wide eyes. All was quite for a second. Then it hit, flooding her mind like a tidal wave, invaded by foreign thoughts and images that were not her own. Shampoo clutched her head, squirming uncontrollably in space. "Out!!! You get out of Sham--!" Her eyes widened instantly, choking off the rest of her protest. If the tidal wave of thought had hit her with such impact, then the undertow of raw emotion assuredly sucked her beneath it's surface, subjecting Shampoo to two and a half days constant stimulation, intense pleasure and erotic fantasy all at once. The shock was literally mind numbing as her body reacted of it's own accord, instantly twisting and moaning to the intense currents and visions that washed across her body. The pitch of her voice rising signaled the release of warm lubricant from her vagina followed by an abrupt, powerful orgasm. Ranma-chan watched the scene play out in mild surprise. That wasn't what I had planned, she thought as Shampoo floated in front of her, the Amazons fine silk garb already soaked with perspiration. Ranma-chan found it hard to keep her focus as she became hot and aroused herself... Shampoo twitched as another massive orgasm ripped through her. Maybe I should stop this, she thought half heatedly, her hand caressing the nipples on her own breasts. Shampoo couldn't think to stop the images that imbedded themselves in her mind or the impulses that fed her heat. In fact, she couldn't think at all, her body a mindless slave to Ranma-chan's past experiences. The flashes of eroticism continued, gaining intensity. Her breathing became shallow and fast, snapping Ranma out of her hot trance. I have to stop this or all that stimulus will probably fry her brain! Still she bucked under the powerful spell, Ranma's sexual experiences feeding back through here body in a loop... Over and over and over... Her breath grew even weaker as the mega orgasms continued. Ranma-chan concentrated, willing that which she had inserted gone in an effort to cleanse Shampoo's mind and body. Her eyes pulse bright for a second and Shampoo ceased moving, hanging limp in the void... A low moan somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion escaped from her. Ranma-chan floated over to the sex drenched female, gathering her in her arms. "I didn't mean for it to go like that..." She apologized, voice genuine with remorse. Shampoo simply looked at her with lazy, half lidded eyes. That look and her body heat is still turning me on; despite what had happened! Ranma- chan thought with a mixture of amazement and disgust. Shampoo's arm slid around her head, Ranma thinking it for support. Instead, Shampoo pulled Ran-chan closer. "First night with Ranma best experience of life..." She whispered to Ranma-chan, then pulled their lips together. A surprised Ranma-chan had no choice but to explore Shampoo's mouth as she did hers, staying like that for several minutes before moving on to other things... __________________________________________________ Akane woke up in a surprisingly good mood. She felt great, infact, unable to quite grasp the dream from last night that she so enjoyed. She was even looking forward to school, of all things! Akane rifled through her closet, looking at the old school uniform with dismay. She REALLY didn't feel like wearing that today. Akane slid the blue dress aside, looking for something that more represented the way she felt. If Ranma could where normal clothes to school on a regular basis, so could she! No... No... No... She continued her search, still dissatisfied. Oh! Wait! Akane pulled out a yellow sundress that she hadn't worn for a few months because it was a size too small. But now it looked just right! It took only seconds before she had slid into the tight dress and was judging herself in the mirror. The yellow dress clung to her body, displaying every curve through it's thin fabric. It was short as well, showing off an ample amount of leg before it's yellow folds hid them from sight. Akane smiled. The dress once too small was just the thing to announce her independence from that bothersome arranged marriage. Both Ranma and herself were happier now that the silly arrangement had been cast aside. She slid the door open to find Nabiki just stepping out of her room as well. The smile disappeared from Akane's face at the sight of her bedraggled sister. "What happened to you!?!?" Nabiki rubbed her eyes and yawned. Last nights capper had really taken it's toll on her. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." Then she noticed Akane's rather liberal dress. Nabiki was no fool. If Ranma was able bed with me last night and have me in every way, enjoying every minute of it, then Akane's dress spoke VOLUMES of what he had done to her... Nabiki mentally corrected herself. She. That was definably a SHE last night. And the thing is, I'm looking forward to our next encounter! "So what's up with you?" She asked, wondering how much of her assumption was true. Akane smiled again. "I don't know! I just feel really good today." She shrugged. I'll bet, Nabiki thought looking at the tight yellow sundress, the distinct outline of her nipples through it's fabric indicating she was obviously not wearing a bra. I wonder if she has any panties under there as well... Nabiki mentally cringed. That's NOT something I should be wondering. Ranma was bad enough, but my own sister! "I'll see you at breakfast..." And with that, she stumbled off to the restroom to get ready for school. Akane sat down to eat breakfast, not noticing all eyes were on her. Kasumii simply gave her a passing glance, then continued eating. She had her own suspicions as well. The parents, however, gawked, never having seen Akane wear something feminine, let alone down right sexy. "Ahem!" Her father started uncomfortably. "Are you FEELING Ok, Akane?" "Of course, father!" she laughed, unaware of her parent's concern. Genma leaned over to his friend an whispered, "Maybe that irreversible transformation WAS the best thing for their relationship!" Soun took a minute to absorb the thought. "Your not saying!? That your Ranma and my Akane!?!? Are.....!?!!?? STILL!!!?!??!?" He choked on the whisper. "That MIGHT explain why they are happier now... And would allow us to continue living here... heheheh..." Genma joked. The glare it got in return told him it wasn't well received. "Ok, Ok... But there has to be SOME explanation..." They continued to speculate amongst themselves, not realizing that the daughter in question had finished eating. "You both have a good day!" She smiled cutely and went to get her books and homework. They had missed their chance to interrogate her any further. Ten minutes later Akane was out the door into the mild spring morning, nobody giving a thought as to why Ranma was absent. Akane walked the usual path to school wondering along the way what she would do now that she was no longer bound by her parents ritual. Well, whatever it was she was going to do, it would undoubtedly be more fun than before, she thought happily. Little did she realize just how much better it would get. _____________________________________________________ "Say that again about my Ran-chan and I'll knock your block off!" Ukyo fumed, waving her combat spatula menacingly at the diminutive figure standing atop her counter. "I don't have time for whatever scheme you have in mind this morning!" "Everything I say is the truth!" Happosai insisted in an almost pleading tone. "Your fiancé has been taken over by a demon and is gathering the power to open a dimensional rift and sol-" *WHAM!!!* "I told you not to speak those lies!!!" Ukyo yelled, removing the giant spatula from the old man's head. "My Ran-chan is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT Demon free!" "OWWWWW!!!!" Happosai rubbed his head fiercely. "Why do all of Ranma's fiancé's have to be so DAMN STUBBORN?!?!? If you won't believe me, then I ask two things of you!" Ukyo cocked her head curiously. "Make it fast. I have to go to school." "All I ask is that you observe Ranma's close acquaintances. They alone will be proof in itself." Happosai explained. "And two, wear this AT ALL TIMES." He produced a pendant out of the folds of his clothing. Ranma's third fiancé eyed the pendent warily. "And what make me think I'd trust YOU of all people?!?!?" "Because I know you've been wondering where Ranma has been the past few days. He would have at least stopped by here once wouldn't he have?" Happosai made a calculated bet as to Ukyo's feelings. "In your heart, you know there is SOMETHING wrong." "Hmmf." Ukyo sniffed as she gathered her homework and snatched the pendent from his hand. "If anything happens because of this, you WILL pay dearly. Now out with you. I have to lock up." Happosai watched as Ukyo locked up her Okanomiyaki shop and walked off into the morning. "If anything happens to you, we will all pay dearly..." Happosai said to no one in particular and walked off to make his own preparations. _________________________________________________________________ Mousse floated in his own private piece of black space, accompanied only by the same shadows that had plagued his female Amazon counterpart. Occasionally he tried launching his limitless arsenal of concealed weapons at them, only to come up with nothing. After a brief bout with panic, he simply resided himself to wait out whatever it was holding him captive. When it seemed he was about ready to go out of his mind, the prisoner was granted a visitor. "Moooouuuussssee..." A voice cooed. Mousse's head jerked up instantly. The accent was unmistakable. "Shampoo?!?!" He flailed in the darkness. "Where are you Shampoo!?!?" "Heerrreee..." Her voice whispered into his ear, so close he could feel her warm breath. He spun around in zero G to find nothing. What the...?!? he began to think. Where is she!! Am I going insane??? "Nooo..." Her kawaii voice whispered again. "Heeerrree..." as a hand caressed his thigh. Once again he twisted around to find nothing anywhere near him. "I am going insane..." He whimpered, when suddenly, fingers ran through his raven black hair, finding his glasses and removing them. "HEY!!! I need those to see!!!" but once again finding only the darkness. That was when he saw a purple blur in front of him. As it drew closer into his seeable vision range, he could discern the identity, and what he saw sent a geyser of blood fountaining from his nostrils. Shampoo floated a scant few inches from him, totally nude and absolutely seductive looking. "You look like you need company..." She whispered in Chinese, Mousse in total awe at the sight in front of him. He instantly turned to jelly, every square inch of him vividly aware of the body heat that radiated from her. "Wha-!?!? Wha-!?!? What are you doing!?!?" He stammered, not so much because he didn't enjoy the sight, but because such a sight was beyond his wildest dreams... "We're here to fulfill ALL of your fantasies, Mousse..." A deeper female voice purred from behind him, arms snaking around his neck. "RANMA!!!" He instantly realized and moved to twist around and face the enemy, only to realize that his body failed to budge. Instead, his eyes remained firmly riveted to Shampoo and her body- Not an entirely bad place to have them riveted to, he thought in the back of his mind. "Shampoo! We have to..." He stalled momentarily as she floated over him, revealing her dampened purple bush upon parting her legs. "Ummm.. Uh.. have to... Escape..." A band of smooth silk obscured his vision and tightened around his head, totally blinding Mousse. "There will be no escaping today, Mousse..." Ranma-chan cooed, securing the silk blindfold. "Damn you Ranma!" Some of Mousse's anger resurfaced. "I'll resist you!" She chuckled in his ear. "Is that right???" Suddenly, Mousse felt a warm hand snake into his pants, masaging his already hard shaft, causing him to inhale sharply. "Exactly who will you be resisting? Myself? Or is that Shampoo?" had the blindfold not been present, Mousse's eyes would have widened to the size of silver dollars. "MMMmmmmmmm..." Shampoo pressed herself against Mousse. "Mousse VERY hard..." She then proceeded to disrobe Mousse, letting his white cloak float off into space. Soon, a pair of hands pulled his pants off and continued the brief message he had received earlier. "Oh Shampoo... How I've dreamed of this..." Mousse sighed, enjoying the fingers pleasure. "I'm glad you so enjoy it..." The deeper voice said in a bemused tone. Mousse stiffened, horrified. "But that was Shampoo!!! She...! I...!" He panicked. "Calm down Mousse..." Shampoo whispered in his ear. It soothed him slightly. "What's going on here Shampoo?!?!" The Amazon floated in front of him. "This..." And gave Mousse the most sensual kiss he had of received in his life. Even as their tongues played each other, Ranma-chan continued her playing, expertly stimulating his penis with her finger tips. Mousse squirmed against the very thought of Ranma doing so, only to have Shampoo intensify her kiss, applying her entire body to Mousse's now naked flesh. His newly developed panic of Ranma- chan's touch quickly dissolved, his hands instinctively finding the curves of Shampoo's body. The pig-tailed seductress soon had enough of the finger message and let her tongue curled around his head. Once more, Mousse shuddered, though not because of any revoltion toward her. Had his mouth been free to do so, he would have let out a moan of serious pleasure. Any lingering doubts about the two on one relationship evaporated as Ranma-chan fully enveloped his organ, sucking and caressing with her tongue. Mousse had to break off his kiss with Shampoo this time and inhale deeply with the stimulation. Shampoo released her hold on Mousse and let her firm breasts float to his eye level, her nipples grazing his lips. There was only one thing to do according to Mousse's testosterone drenched mind. Like a boy in a candy store, the blind Mousse found the luscious breasts and began to caress and massage them. There was also only one thing to do with the nipple that had found it's way to his lips. Almost mimicking Ranma who continued to balance Mousse on the brink of ejaculation, he let his tongue trace circles around the nipples edge, feeling it harden in his mouth. He too began to suck, to play, and it wasn't long before both Shampoo and he writhed in their own separate passions. Satisfied that both nipples had been sufficiently attended to, Mousse floated Shampoo up further, letting his hands glide down her stomach and thighs. Ranma-chan felt the shift in position and looked up, getting ideas of her own. Shampoo's legs straddle Mousse's shoulders, finding the right spot and inhaling the beautiful sent from her sex. Ranma too was shifting positions, locking her legs around Mousse's back. Just as he began to lick Shampoo's gates, Ranma-chan impaling herself onto Mousse's shaft with a low, satisfied sigh and began plunging up and down. All this served to drive Mousse further into his own mindless pleasure, probing deeper inside Shampoo. All Shampoo had to do at that point was float in space and bask in the sensuality that coursed through her, flowing from between her legs... The air was alive with the sounds of passion, both females voicing their arousal as they bucked and rocked on the male that drove them, Mousse deeply enthralled as well, though unable to voice himself save the few groans that escaped from Shampoo's legs. While not as audible as his partners, Mousse expressed his passion the only way he could, his body quivering as he thrust and licked the females that pleasured him in turn. Mousse was the first to loose it, letting himself explode warm cum inside of Ranma-chan while she continued to rock to a fro, thrusting hard inside of her. She didn't last much longer, the stimulation touching off her own orgasm that sent her moaning even louder. Which, in turn, was the last domino for Shampoo. Mousse's ejaculation only heightened his own pleasure and he attacked Shampoo's sex even more fiercely, increasing the speed his tongue in and out and around her vagina. Ranma-chan's increased moaning only heightened the experience even more. Her body tensed and Mousse's mouth was suddenly flooded with Shampoo's hot juices, which he eagerly lapped up. For the second time that day, the space between her legs pulsed fiercely, consuming her with lust. The orgasm ran it's course and she slackened her leg hold around Mousse's neck, floating down to join Ranma-chan and Mousse in a warm lovers embrace. __________________________________________________________ All eyes were on Akane as she studied in forth period Geography. She knew she was the object of much attention, though she was determined not to let on and continued to act blissfully unaware of the situation. She was having fun with this new game. Akane rose from her seat and walked over to Hirto, sitting a few rows behind her. "Excuse me Hirto..." she leaned over his desk, affording him a full view of her breasts wrapped in the low neckline of the sun dress. Hitro gaped as did half the class, those who couldn't see his view marveling at her tight ass as she leaned. "Y.. Y.. Yes, A-Akane?" Hitro managed, drool forming at the corner of his mouth. She swayed a bit for him, her breast rocking slightly. "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Hitro simply couldn't tear his eyes away. "Uhhh.. y-yes, Akane..." and gave her his. She smiled ultra kawaiily for him. "Thank you." And returned to her seat, affecting a sexy strut as she did. A small pool of slobber formed on the page Hitro was working on. The school chime rang, signaling and end to the period and the beginning of lunch. No one, however, let their seat until Akane had gathered her books and left in the same provocative walk. As she left the classroom she could hear the gossip around her like: "What's up with Akane?" and "I heard she and Ranma broke up!" and "She's having an affair! How ROMANTIC!" An Affair... She thought has she put her books in her locker. That's a good idea. I've been wanting to do something different ever since I woke up... But with who? Only one name naturally popped into mind, and she proceeded to his locker. Kuno, too, was in a good mood. One couldn't help but to hear the same rumors circulating around the campus. The very thought that Akane was free from the wretched Ranma's grasp was good enough news for him. Kuno shoved his books into the locker and turned around, only to find Akane directly in front of him! Like the other boys, his eyes took an involuntary opportunity to wander Akane's accentuated curves. "Ahem!" Kuno cleared his throat and regained composure. "Akane-san! What do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" Akane acted shy and averted her eyes from his. "I was wondering if you would..." She timed the hesitation perfectly. "Um, if you would spend lunch with me?" There was no resisting such a cute smile. "It would be my honor, Akane." Kuno replied stately as he took her hand. With another cute grin, she led Kuno to lunch. Or rather, what he thought was lunch. Midway down the hall, she stopped in front of a door; that of a room scheduled to undergo remodeling. "Oh!" She feigned surprise. "I think I left a book in this room! Will you come and help me find it?" Bliss had taken a hold of Kuno's love struck brain as he blindly followed her in. "Of course, Akane." The rooms surfaces were partially covered with plastic and a ladder was propped up into one of the ceiling vents, evidence of the construction it was undergoing. "You check over there while I check over here..." Akane suggested and Kuno made his way around one of the hanging plastic sheets. Akane fingered the door knob, locking it with a light click. "Are you sure you left it in here, Akane?" Kuno asked from the other side of the plastic sheet that divided the room in half. "Kuno... Over here." She called and Kuno ducked under the divider to a curious sight. Akane had sat up on a table propped against the wall, legs crossed and hanging off it. Then in a breathier, unmistakably sensual voice, "I found what I was looking for..." and uncrossed her legs, letting them hang wide off the table. It was as if a cloud of charged sexuality had drifted around her and Kuno found it impossible to tear his eyes away from the one he had pined over for so long. "Ak-k-kane..." he stuttered as his eyes grew wider. "You! I! What!?" Kuno asked, so flustered he couldn't even decide where he should begin his questions. Akane put her finger to her lips. "Sssssshhhhhhh...." and Kuno fell silent, simply gapping. "You know we were meant to be..." She explained in that silky voice that only hardened Kuno further. "From the first moment I saw you... Standing proud with your bokken..." So she was exaggerating the truth a bit, Akane thought. Still, the look on his face alone is worth it. I never realized seduction was so easy! "and every night after that, I dreamt of you holding me close. Will you hold me now, Kuno?" As if there needed to be an answer to that question. The head in his pants was firmly in control as he stepped up Akane, watching her chest heave as she took deep, deliberate breaths. She continued her fairytale. "And then in my dream, I would wrap my arms around you, pulling you close..." Which was exactly what she did, locking her arms around Kuno's neck and pulling him closer to her lips and body. "And then..." That part of the story didn't need explaining as she pulled him down the final inches pressing her lips to his. Their body heat drove them forward, deepening the kiss and vying for position. Akane was already in hers and scooted forward a bit, firmly planting her moist crouch against the hardening bulge in his pants. Kuno's hands toured her body, caressing her legs, running up her thighs and cupping her breasts that were contained in the tight dress. Akane's hands were busy as well, fingering there way to his belt, unbuckling it easily. The button and zipper went next and Kuno's pants quickly fell to his ankles. Kuno flicked the thin straps at Akane's shoulders aside and rolled the neckline down, exposing her creamy athletic breasts. Massaging her nipples produced muffled moans as the two kissed and caressed one another, building on each others arousal. Akane moved from caressing Kuno's well muscled chest to his boxers, pulling them down as easily as the pants fell. Exposed, she grasped the length of his shaft and massaged it in her hand, driving him into a frenzy. His hands fell from her breasts and slid under the skirt of the dress, finding Akane's thin panties. He slid them off of her and began to finger her as she did him. Not much time passed before Akane was wet and ripe while Kuno was dripping with pre-cum. Akane had had enough of the finger tease and longed to feel the rod in her hand inside of her. All it required on her part was to wrap her legs around Kuno and pull into him, instantly rewarding her with a pleasure she had never felt before. She leaned back onto the wall and simply reveled in the glow of this new feeling- the pleasure of Kuno simply being inside of her. The feeling quickly changed once Kuno recovered from his moment of euphoric shock of being inside the silky moist hole of Akane and began to thrust in and out- Slowly at first, as if testing the water. The water to his liking, Kuno increased his tempo and the feeling inside Akane metamorphosed from one of glowing pleasure that of a thousand sparks jumping a gap, electrifying her as he plunged in repeatedly. Almost immediately, Akane was gasping for breath in quick short moans as Kuno drove deeper and deeper with each thrust. While Kuno was engrossed in his work, Akane took the opportunity to add more coal to the fire, instinctively reaching for her nipples. Their twisting and massaging had the affect of an amplifier, sustaining Akane between each thrust. Kuno's breaths grew into ragged grunts as his pleasure mounted to an uncontrollable level sending his penis into auto pilot. He plunged deep inside of her and let loose. Akane let out a low, sinful wail as she felt him thump inside of her, causing her vaginal muscles to contract uncontrollably, sucking her into a whirlpool of primal passion. And still Kuno continued to pump, determined to wring every last emotion out of the encounter he could. She let him ride the lust out as her own orgasm died away, simply marveling at the experience. His heat finally deserted him and a limp Kuno withdrew, sweat dripping down his forehead. No words were appropriate for the moment as Akane slid her panties and dress straps back on, leaving just as the bell chimed the end of lunch. The watcher on the window ledge gripped Happosai's charm tightly, disgusted by the scene that played out before her on the table. Ukyo didn't need the old man's warning to know this was not the Akane she knew. This Akane was a flirting, wanton hussy. What had caused such a change in less than a week's time??? Maybe it's time to pay a visit to the Tendo's, she thought. Ukyo stared at the pendant grimly. Looks like I won't be throwing this away after all... ________________________________________________________ Ranma-chan floated in her private dimensional void, seething with even more power from her last encounter with Mousse and Shampoo. As good as it was, normal sex simply didn't have the erotic kick that it did when she first started... I need something more... She thought, all three eyes ablaze with bright blue shafts of light. No mortal could provide her with the pleasure she sought now, the immense power bringing with it an equally immense appetite for carnal lust. And there was only one being she knew that could provide that. But it was literally a world apart from her. You must have it... A voice whispered in her mind. And Ranma-chan found it impossible to disagree in her present state, the lack of proper fulfillment like a sucking hole inside of her. So be it. Ranma-chan spread her arms wide and an angry blue glow enveloped her naked form, eyes now showing like spotlights. I'll simply open a doorway to it's world, like I created this pocket dimension! She thought, as the space around her crackled with energy. Ran-chan focused her attention on a point ten foot from her and fed power into it, warping the fabric of reality as she concentrated on opening a doorway. A high pitched squealing could be heard as the warping intensified, ripping a small hole in space. She could see the eye through the small window between worlds, it's tentacles slithering and coiling in a erotic dance that beckoned Ranma-chan. She fed more power into the inter- dimensional window, but to no effect. It simply wasn't big enough for either her or it to crossover to the other, nor did she have the power to make it larger. Ranma-chan let her power-levels fall off and the porthole collapsed upon itself, echoing like distant thunder. It's going to be a while before I build up the power to make that any larger, she thought, dismayed. If only I had a couple more "me's" to help... The others... A whisper floated through her mind again. "The others?" She thought aloud. Inspiration struck. "THE OTHERS!!!" She knew from her own martial arts training as a male that each body was like a storage battery that generated Ki. If the person was skilled enough, they could tap it, such as Ranma, Ryoga or any number of martial artists had... And it just so happened she had four such people under her control, all capable of generating massive Ki fields under the right circumstances. Ranma-chan willed Shampoo to appear in front of her, asleep. She gazed at the amazons limp naked body in admiration then sought to see further into her, into the her Ki reserves she carried. A very sizable amount if tapped at once, Ranma-chan judged, willing Shampoo back into her section of the void. She mentally cast a link to Mousse and Akane and measured their amounts as well. About the same. The surprise came from Nabiki, who was registering more Ki than her sister Akane. Given at how adept Nabiki was at subversion and extortion, I should have known, Ranma-chan chuckled. She made some mental calculations. Given the power it took to open that sized of a gateway, the combined power of Myself, Shampoo, Nabiki, Mousse, Akane and Ryoga should be enough to open a large enough gate for both of us! Another voice screamed insider her head, differing from the whisper. ONLY IF YOU DRAIN THEM COMPLETELY, FOOL! THAT WOULD KILL THEM!!! YOU WOULD DO THAT TO YOUR FRIENDS!?!?!? Ranma-chan smiled at the stray thought as the hunger continued to gnaw at her soul. Yes I would. I would do anything to experience that level of pleasure again, She thought without remorse or guilt. Within seconds she had fully comprehended and digested what must be done to open the gate. And she didn't mind at all, sealing off the errant thought at it's source. Speaking of which, she continued to plan, I need five more bodies to pull this off. Where the hell is Ryoga!?!? Ran-chan cast her mental link a good hundred miles in every direction. Nothing. Figures. Looks like I'll have to return to the Dojo to seduce another body she thought, slightly disappointed, hoping to have been able to open the gate immediately. Pop or Mr. Tendo oughta do, She reasoned. After all, they were trained by Happosai. If you could call it training, the same thought that had berated her for this scheme retorted as she faded away. ___________________________________________ Ukyo sat at the Tendo's table with Genma and Soun, listening to the sad tale of how Ranma had done battle with Happosai, only to have his manhood taken away through trickery. When asked of what became of Happosai, both parents drew a blank look on their faces. After a bit, Genma piped up. "My Ranma beat him up badly enough to send him packing for good!" Soun simply nodded at the convenient explanation. Ukyo shook her head. "Wait a minute. He beat HAPPOSAI bad enough to scare him off!?!?" Par excellent martial artist, her fiancé was. Good enough to send Happosai running? Not quite. "Let me get this strait. He beat Happosai, yet Happosai STILL cast a spell on him????" "Ummm.. Yeah... I think..." Genma mulled, unsure of himself now. Ukyo frowned. It didn't take Sherlock Homes to see something was not right here. Ukyo put on her cutest smile. "Mind if I go get a book I left in Ranma's room a week ago?" She needed more information desperately. "Of Course Ukyo! You're a friend of th--" Soun laughed, never finishing before she was gone from sight. Ukyo slid Ranma's room door open and peered around. Everything SEEMS normal, she thought as she stalked inside. Until she opened the closet. "WHAT THE HELL!?!?!" She exclaimed upon seeing all the very feminine, some that made her simply blush. Even if he HAD been denied his manhood, there was no way...NO WAY my Ran-chan would be wearing THIS! She though as she held a sheer slip up. If Happosai's story of events had been false, Ukyo was finally swallowing it hook, line and sinker, seeing this new evidence. She closed the closet and continued to scan the room. Wonder what's in the box, Ukyo wondered as she closed in on the rooms corner. Do I want to know? Needless to say, the answer was a resounding "No". She opened the cardboard flaps and her jaw dropped. No coherent thoughts came to mind as she viewed the miscellaneous sexual toys and oils that had obviously been used. Finally something resembling a thought formed and she quietly closed the box's cover and took a deep breath. This was bad. This was VERY BAD. I have to get some air. Ukyo turned around only to find Ranma-chan clad in a short, tight leather skirt and halter top staring curiously at her. "So what do you think of my toys?" ___________________________________________________________ Ukyo's mind froze to ice the minute she saw the Ranma-demon. Not that she LOOKED like a demon in anyway. In fact she looked very much the sexy girl in what she was wearing, but DEMON was the only thing running through Ukyo's mind at this point. She took a step back. If this thing is as powerful as Happosai says, the window is my only chance! Instead of the massive attack she was expecting, Ranma simply shrugged her shoulders and plopped onto her bed, smiling. Ukyo hesitated. What WAS this!?!? "You must be very confused at the moment." Ranma-chan judged. Ukyo nodded, revising her tactics. Maybe I can walk out of here without a fight... "Maybe if I explained things to you..." Ukyo pretended to pace, edging herself to the door discreetly. "Yeah, an explanation would be nice... Let's start with those." She pointed to the box of goods, hoping the subject of their use would make Ranma as uncomfortable as it did her. She continued to position herself for a sudden break. "Yes! That's an excellent place to start!" Ranma-chan exclaimed cheerfully and sat the box on the bed. Not the reaction Ukyo was hoping for. Ranma met her eyes and suddenly, she felt a pressure inside of her head, like a wall of water against a thin dam. She continued in a softer, smoother voice. "Last night I seduced Nabiki with these." She reached in the box and pulled out the sliver vibrator and turned it on. "I massaged her everywhere with this, pleasuring her entire body..." then with emphasis, "INSIDE and out..." Ukyo was no longer concentrating on her escape as much as fighting off the wall of pressure that threatened to burst into her mind. "Tell me, Ukyo... Have you ever wondered what one of these would feel like inside you???" She asked in that cool, seductive voice. The thought bubbled through a hole in the dam. I'll bet it would feel VERY satisfying... Ukyo squashed it as fast as it surfaced and patched the hole. Where did that come from!?! What is happening in my head!?!? "NO. I don't." She replied firmly, not betraying what had happened. Ranma-chan frowned slightly, then smiled once more as she pulled out the body oil. "Then I gave her a full body message, loosening her every muscle... TOUCHING her all over... Rubbing... Kissing..." She described the event, continuing her erotic narration. "I KNOW you've wanted me to do the same to you for a long, long time..." Once more, Ukyo's barrier cracked slightly. Pictures of Ranma's hands gliding over her glistening body began to form, existing only for a second before Ukyo ushered them out of existence once again. Dammit, she thought. That must be the demons doing! I will resist! "As a GUY, yes!" Ranma-chan fell silent once more. This wasn't working. But why? She should be dripping with sexual desire by now... Why are my probes being blocked??? Then she saw the odd charm hanging around Ukyo's neck. She's never worn that before. The necklace MUST be what is creating the barrier to her mind! Oh well, Ranma-chan shrugged. When subtly doesn't work, force must be applied quickly and efficiently. Besides, Ukyo will make a much better catch than Pop... In an instant, Ranma's eyes burned bright blue once more, the third opening as if it were a vent to release her pent up power. Ukyo had only a moment to be terrified at the sudden turn of events before the dam of pressure turned into a spike, driving deep into her psyche. Ranma-chan resumed her narration of the previous nights events as she drove deeper into Ukyo's mind, pulling out the double sided dildo. "After that, we drove this DEEP inside ourselves... Our hot, moist bodies pressed against one another..." Ukyo clutched her head as the penetration continued. Her body began to react to the probe while her mind remained remarkably in control. "I... must... resist..." Ran-chan fed more power to the spike. "Have you ever felt an orgasm, Ukyo? It's like a tidal wave rolling through you body... The intensity of it drives you WILD... That night, Nabiki and I experienced SO many... Think of it... Lost in a sea of orgasmic pleasure... I can do that for you, Ukyo... You can have the night you've always wanted with me..." Ukyo's nipples were now hardened noticeably through her top, her pussy very tight and moist. Still she struggled to maintain control. Something around her neck began to grow hot. She glanced down. The Necklace! It's glowing! She cast a look at Ranma only to find her smiling. The third eye pulse once and the charm around Ukyo's neck produced a hairline fracture along it's delicate features while it continued to build up heat. I have to get out of here! Ukyo realized as the only defense she had was buckling in her hand. Ukyo turned to the door when a mild bolt of pleasure heated her loins. Her legs gave out, sending her to the carpeted floor. "Not long now, Uu-chan..." Another pulse from the eye and pieces began to flake from the necklace. Ukyo struggled to her feet, trying to block out the tingling distraction her nipples were producing, as well as the juice the dripping down her legs. "I'll make sure it's the best experience you EVER have..." Ranma comment as the eye flashed a third and last time. The rope that held the pendant to Ukyo's neck slipped off as the charm turned to dust, and with it, any control she had. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhhhhH!!!!" Was the only thing she could exclaim at her defeat, the long pent up orgasm exploding inside of her. Her eyes fluttered shut as the world around her took a back seat to the sexual reactions Ranma-chan had produce within her body. Ukyo's nipples burned as if small tongues of fire lit them. Even the pain only added to the pleasure she felt. Ranma-chan stood up beside Ukyo, pressing breast to breast. The simple act of touching set off more reactions in Ukyo's body, quickly building her to another climax. "Now isn't it exactly like I said it would be??" Ranma-chan whispered lovingly in her ear. But even as she reached down to massage Uu-chan's clitoris, an odd humming began to fill the air. Curious, Ranma-chan stepped back as Ukyo continued in her heat, oblivious to everything. The humming increased and Ranma scanned the room, searching for a source. She was treated to a shock as she turned back to Ukyo, only to find her glowing! "What's this!?!?" By the time Ranma-chan could even realize what was happening, The glow that enveloped her prey had begun to fade, and with it Ukyo herself. She was gone seconds later. "Damn those old farts!" Ranma-chan fumed. After a few more choice oaths, she regained her composure. "Fine. If that's the way they want to play it, I can play too." She strode out of her room and down stairs. "As much as I would have liked to seduce Ukyo, I can live without her." She reasoned. "After all, I can still have... Er... Pop..." She walked out into the courtyard to find WHO she was looking for, just not in the form she was expecting. With that, a curious smile spread across her face. "I've never seduced a Panda before..." _____________________________________________________ Everything was black for Ukyo, a thick fog engulfing her mind. She struggled to dig through it, to find clarity. Through the fog, dim voices filtered.. "...I still cannot believe you sent her against the demon with a simple warding charm around her neck... How FOOLISH are you?!?" Ukyo slowly identified the voice of Shampoo's great grandmother. "It's not my fault, I tell you!" Happosai snapped back. "She would not listen to me! I was lucky she even accepted THAT from me. How was I to know she would confront the demon DIRECTLY??? The ward wasn't MADE to stand up against that sort of assault!" "Be that as it may, had I not arrived with the Taisoken to pull her out, we would have lost the only warrior would could wield it in combat." Cologne continued. "Speaking of which..." Happosai began. "How DID you use it to teleport her out of the demon's grasp?" "I may not be able to use the Taisoken to it's FULL potential, but I have enough discipline for the simpler functions of the staff." Cologne explained. "Anything greater would require her to use it." "I still don't understan-" Happosai stopped short as he noticed Ukyo's eyes flutter open. "Ah, our young savior awakes." He mentioned with a hint of sarcasm. Cologne cast a biting sidelong glance at her partner, silencing him. "How do you feel, child?" Ukyo slowly sat up from the bed she lay in, shaking her head clear of the fog. "Like I was hit by a train... What happened? I can't remember much..." "Give it some time. The herbal potion I administered is still working to clear out the contamination the demon fed into your mind." Another hard glance at Happosai. "Next time I advise you not to go toe to toe with a demon of the 10th level or beyond with a simple ward..." Ukyo tried to remember, the fog slowly lifting. "I tried to escape... But... But... She dug into my mind and..." "We understand." Cologne nodded solemnly. "But you mustn't strain yourself now." Ukyo collapsed back onto the bed as if an invisible support had been removed. "So everything Happosai said was true?" Again, Cologne nodded. "Then how do we defeat it? He said it had already beaten both of you!" "This is true, but for now, you must rest." Cologne waved staff in the air above Ukyo's head, magically putting her in a deep and restful sleep. Even as her consciousness slipped away, she could her Cologne's words... "When you are ready, we will show you what must be done..." Ukyo rested in a fitful sleep, filled with images and visions not her own. She gazed out upon a pool of crystal water stretching toward the dusk horizon, smooth and undisturbed. Ukyo crouched down to cup some water into her hands when she noticed her reflection. Her long hair was now braided in complex golden coils, keeping it in place. Instead of her everyday wear, she found herself clad in regal silver armor with intricate designs and symbols incomprehensible to her. She reached around to identify the mass which hung off her back, expecting the familiar feel of her combat spatula, instead, finding an Ivory staff with the very same symbols and designs painstakingly etched along it's hexagonal length. As she marveled at the way the ivory skin refracted a rainbow within it's milky whiteness, the pond stirred, sending light ripples to the shore upon which she stood. The staff seemed to warm in her hand and she turned her full attention to the center of the pond, the epicenter of the now increasing ripples. Through the clear water she could see flesh tones rising from the deep beneath the ripples. First, a soaked crop of red hair emerged followed by a wet and naked Ranma-chan who finally rose to stand on the waters surface. Her deep blue eyes focused in on Ukyo. "Why do you push me away? I am your friend..." Ranma-chan asked, outstretching her hand to Ukyo, separated by thirty foot of water. Ukyo planted the staff firmly in the beach sand. "You are my friend, but you're also possessed!" She stated, shaken at the surealness of it all. "I have simply changed..." Ran-chan explained in a kind voice. "Surely you know what it is like to change." The fiancé shook her head. "This goes far beyond change! You are merely a puppet of a demonic force!" "I wish you would simply understand..." The pigtailed girl sighed. The water below her began to bubble and froth at her feet. "Perhaps you need to see more." The frothing continued to increase and a darker form was visible through the water, making it's way from the depths. "This will bring about your enlightenment..." Ran-chan looked at the turmoil directly beneath her, just as the first tentacle coiled around her leg. It was shortly followed my others, entangling her limbs, finding her pleasure zones, penetrating her. Ukyo could only stare as the mass of wet tentacles lifted Ranma-chan from the waters surface, suspending her as it elicited moans and gasps from it's victim. The staff now burned in her hand and seemed to have a will of it's own, tugging to free itself. On impulse, she released it and it instantly shot skyward, a tiny line of light ascending several hundred feet before stopping mid-air. Ukyo spared a glance at Ranma and her keeper to find them totally oblivious to the event. The shaft spun around, orientating itself on them like a compass needle then accelerated at speeds that left a soft white streak across the sky. It only took a second for the staff to reach it's target, burying itself deep into Ranma-chan's chest. Instantly, the tentacles stopped their movement, turning into stone braces around the impaled Red-head. Her wound was not a wound of blood, but one of light that reflected off the ponds crystal surface, illuminating it's depths. The strike-point flared suddenly and a shock wave of erupted from it, blinding Ukyo. The pond faded from vision... Ukyo bolted upright, jolted from her sleep at the event. Her vision took a minute to clear, finding Cologne balanced on her staff, staring at her. "How long have I been out?" Ukyo asked as the adrenaline produced by the dream faded. "A day and a half" Cologne replied. "The demon's contamination of your mind was extensive. If we had risked waking you sooner, you might have relapsed back into it's control." Ukyo nodded in certain agreement. "The dream I just had... I saw what had happened to Ranma! And there was this staff that shot through the air... And I was wearing this weird armor..." She struggled to grasp it's meaning. Cologne simply looked at her and motioned to the foot of her bed. "Like that one?" Ukyo's eyes grew wide. There, on a small table at the end of her bed sat the long ivory staff that killed the demon in her dreams. Exact in every detail. "The dream was induced by the proximity of the Taisoken, preparing it's wielder for the battle that is to come. "Battle??" Ukyo stared incredulously at the staff. "ME!?!? But why?!? As much as I'd like to be the one to free Ranma, I know my limits!" She confessed. "Surely you have some hundred year old Amazon waiting to take a shot like this..." "True enough." The old woman stated matter of factly. "But it takes a special type of warrior to wield the Taisoken. One that has true love for the enemy. While the ancient monks of China could do just that, they are a nomadic and elusive sort. By the time we found them, the damage the demon would cause on this plain would be significant." Ukyo listened raptly as she outlined the situation. "The demon infesting Ranma is merely a copy of the original he encountered, much like a remote control parasite. Ranma and her new personality may think they have control, but the demon is pulling all of her strings and will eventually entice her to open a gateway for it. Our best course of action would be to eliminate the copy and not allow the demon a foothold on this world, period." "It's so overwhelming..." Ukyo sighed, burying her head in her arms. "Like I said... How can I...?" "The Taisoken will equip the warrior with the skills necessary to defeat the evil." Cologne continued. "All that you must have is faith in your abilities and what must be done." "Still..." Cologne could see hesitation evident on the young girls face. "You must do this, child." The old woman ordered gently. "You love Ranma, correct?" Ukyo, of course nodded yes. "If you do not do this for him, his very soul will be consumed. He will not love. My Shampoo, Akane, anybody. He will be a servant of the dark, slave to lust. You and my Shampoo are much alike. Both with hearts of warriors." She had the girls full attention now. "Ranma is as well. Would he permit that sort of existence if he could possibly help it?" Ukyo shook her head. "He would rather DIE first..." "And if we couldn't stop it, he would rather us kill him before he dishonored all mankind like he is about to do." Cologne concluded. A look of stone fell over the third fiancée's features. She would do anything to prevent her Ran-chan's ultimate defilement. Even kill him if necessary. He would for her... "What do we have to do?" __________________________________________________ Omega Ranma-chan stood at the center of her efforts that had spanned the last day and a half. In a circle around her laid Shampoo, Mousse, Nabiki, Akane and her father on a finely cracked dark marble surface that spanned infinitely in all directions. Once again, she was in her own pocket dimension. Their heads faced the center of a ring of complex symbology and design, each resting on a section of pentagram that had been engraved into the brooding, dark green ground. Ranma-chan paced around the circle, admiring her unconscious victims one my one, taking stock of their Ki. Everything was prepared. Soon, she thought, I'll have ultimate pleasure for all eternity... Still, she had this feeling of foreboding. Dread. As if something was about to go wrong. Hmmf. Anticipation, she grinned and stepped back to the circles center. Her long, translucent gown flowed behind her and billowed in the breeze as she raised her hands to the sky. The air began to hum menacingly. Ranma-chan looked around, startled. I haven't begun yet! What is that??? It grew louder, still unfocused. I've heard that before... Right before Ukyo- Twenty feet from her circle, a line of light sliced through the air suddenly, separating reality with the crackling energy. As she watched, the sliver in space-time grew wider and finally admitted a figure, shadowed by the intense aura of light behind him. As abruptly as it had appeared, it collapse reality behind it as the person stepped through. The resultant thunder echoed across the plain. Ranma-chan sized up the unwelcome guest. The signature combat spatula assured her it could only be one person. "Welcome back, Ukyo..." She said, her greeting not quite as warm and inviting as the last time they had "talked". Ranma-chan's guard was instantly up. There was no mistaking the levels of power the girl radiated at the moment. On her own!?!? Impossible. She studied her ex fiancée. Her only weapon was the spatula and she wore no charms this time. Could a lover scorned CREATE that kind of power??? It was so doubtful yet here Ukyo was, minutes after opening her own dimensional gate! "So, what can I do for you?" "I want my old Ranma back. Now." Ukyo stated in no uncertain terms. She hefted the Spatula up to a striking stance. "I'm afraid that's QUITE impossible because I am Ranma and I don't won't to go back to the old me." Then, without warning, Ran-chan launched and intense psyonic spike aimed at Ukyo's mind- Her most powerful yet. Ukyo stood her ground. Ranma blinked. Nothing! Not even a twitch! The invisible spike blunted against an impenetrable wall. Ukyo simply glared. "Fine." Ranma-chan bit. "We'll do this the old-fashioned way." Ukyo nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way." "HIIIIIYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Ranma-chan yelled and slammed her palm to the ground. The resultant power from her cracked the marble surface around Ukyo, jagged spires punching skyward. Ukyo threw herself hard to the left, barely avoiding a marble spike that erupted under her. More deadly shafts surged upward, Ukyo twisting and jumping to avoid certain impalment. Finally, she leaped clear of the fragmented zone, continuing her hard stare at Ranma-chan. "Is that the BEST you can do?" Ukyo grinned grimly. Ranma-chan's face turned an angry shade of red. "I was going to make yours a quick death," Ranma-chan fumed. "but now I think I'll make it a slow, agonizing one." "You do that, Sugar." With that, Ukyo charged forward in her own assault, Spatula raised high in the air. The red-head took a step back. She had never seen Ukyo so seriously pissed before. No problem, though. Ranma-chan's hands lit and small balls of intense energy formed in them. Ukyo leapt skyward, intent to bring the Spatula down hard. Ran-chan released the bolts at virtually point blank range. Ukyo faded from existence suddenly and the power balls flew into the dusk sky. "WHAT!?!?" She shouted just as a warning sense tipped her off. Ranma-chan barely had time to flip out of the way before Ukyo re-materialized directly behind her, burying the Spatula blade deep into the marble ground. Ranma-chan assumed an attack stance, now getting slightly worried. Ukyo shouldn't be THIS much trouble to put down! Looks like I'll have to put in some overtime! Her third eye flipped open like a bright blue spotlight and she thrust her left hand to the sky. The marble floor in front of her buckled, pieces rolling upward until they took the shape of a giant lumbering man wielding a club. As fast as it was formed, the minute it took a step towards Ukyo, she rushed it with lightning speed, severing a stone leg and decapitating it's malformed head, sending it to the earth in a pile of rubble. Ukyo stepped atop mound of stone with a smug look. Ranma-chan winked. *THWaaaK!* Stars filled her vision as Ukyo was sent sprawling fifty feet by the stone guardian Ranma had resurrected BEHIND her. Ukyo struggled to her knees, gasping to reclaim the wind that had been brutally knocked out of her. A large "thudding" drew her attention. Ranma-chan was now on the shoulders of the fifteen foot marble Guardian, directing it her way. Ukyo found an unsteady balance as she turned to face beast and master. "Face it, Ukyo. I will always be better than you. Give it up." Ranma-chan wore the same smile she had just worn earlier. Big mistake. Rage fueled her as Ukyo leapt strait up, disappearing the instant she left the ground. The warning sense saved the pig-tailed girl again, leaping off it's shoulders as Ukyo materialized above the giant, slicing it clean in half as she landed. Ranma-chan tried the same trick again, but the stone guardian grew less than it's full height behind the girl before she chopped it into a stump. "I guess that means you won't be giving up." Ranma feigned dismay. "That'll be the day." Ukyo grimaced and sheathed her spatula. Once more, Ukyo charged. This time, no tricks. Her goal was to engage the demon in close quarters combat, nullifying it's advantage to project long distance power. She was instantly rewarded by a kick to her midsection as Ranma drew on her martial arts experience. Ukyo doubled over but managed to turn the blow into a sweeping kick, sending the Ranma-chan to the floor. Ukyo backed off slightly. A mistake. Several thousand fists found Ukyo as Ran-chan's hands moved in an awesome blur, battering her victim back in pain. Ukyo fought to intercept the attack with her spatula, but there was simply no way to stop them all. Bruised and sure that a rib had shattered, Ukyo took a step back when Ranma-chan began to circle her opponent, increasing in speed with each revolution. By the time Ukyo realized what was happening, she was being swept hundreds of feet into the air by an instant tornado which slammed her hard onto the ground seconds later. "AAAAHHHHIIIEEEE!!!!" Ukyo screamed on impact, an audible snap heard over the dull roar of the disapating winds. She lay on the ground now, wincing in pain at every movement. Slowly she fought to her knees favoring her right arm, clearly broken. Blood trickled from her mouth. "Yes," Ranma-chan started as she strolled over to Ukyo. "Somedays it just doesn't pay to get out of bed..." And launched a Ki Ball that had formed in her hand. Ukyo tried desperately to bring her spatula to intercept with her good arm, but not fast enough- The blow landed full force, blowing the warrior back another twenty feet in a fireball of smoke and ash. She clung desperately to consciousness, blackness threatening to claim her sight. The only anchor she had to reality was the smell of her burnt hair and flesh. She found Ranma, her vision blurry. Something around her began to glow. This was it. The final attack. Ukyo unsheathed her spatula, using it as a crutch to get to her feet, then hefting it back up to combat ready with much pain. Ranma-chan was now seething with energy, a massive ball forming between her hands. "It would have been so much better had I just seduced you back at the Tendo's..." She said in a pleasant, conversational tone, stark contrast to the massive ball of power that crackled in her hands. "At least you would have had a good time before I killed you, like Shampoo, Mousse and the others. But..." She shrugged and raised the angry red ball to the sky. Ukyo steeled herself. This is what it all came down to. Why she had endured this punishment. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAARRRR" Ranma screamed at the raw release of power as she hurled the giant ball of Ki towards Ukyo. It impacted solid, instantly melting the marble beneath her feet to glass slag. A maelstrom of fire an molten rock blew skyward in an unnatural pyrotechnic display. Yet Ukyo held, Spatula thrust out in front of her, deflecting the lethal power that raged around her. Still the fireball continued, pushing temptures to +2300 degrees. The flat of the spatula was glowing with white heat, it's shape sagging. Ranma-chan stared in disbelief. No WAY was this possible! For insurance sake, she launched another Ki ball. The next blast wave rolled over Ukyo and the flat of the spatula evaporated as did the decorative gripping in her hands, burning more skin. It was then for first time, Ranma-chan noticed that the weapon she carried was never a spatula to begin with, but instead, a long white staff of ivory with the flat merely camouflage. Ranma's inner demon experienced immediate horror at it's it sight. It knew what Ranma saw. It's own destruction awaiting in Ukyo's hands. It's horror transmitted incomprehensibly to Ranma-chan as she watched the storm of power and destruction dissipate, A battle scarred woman at the center. "No... NO!!!!" Ranma-chan screamed hysterically. "There's no WAY your powerful enough to beat me!!!!!" The burned and cut Ukyo raised the staff like a spear, which seethed in her hand and struggling for release as in the dream before. "Today I AM..." She hurled the Taisoken like a javelin, which left her hand in a streak of soft white light. There could be only one target. No defense Ran-chan put up was adequate after the intense power drain she had discharged and the staff found her chest easily, splitting it open in ragged rays of light. Ranma-chan's eyes were wide open, nothing but fear pooling in them as her mind crumbled and released the personality that had been locked away for the last week. The shockwave of light washed over Ukyo and as her eyes adjusted, she saw not one, but TWO Ranma's- One female, the other male. Even as she watched, the male seemed to solidify while the female crumbled into sparkling elements of light; like fireflies scattered to the wind. Soon, she was gone and the remaining male Ranma, who seemed frozen in place, jerked alive suddenly, looking around to regain his bearings. "UKYO!!!" He called in horror and ran to the molten crater, Ukyo on her knees at it's center. He had been an unwilling participant in the Girl-types demonic rampage, but knowing that could not prepare him for the site he found at the craters edge. She knelt there, bloody, battered. Almost no part of her clothing remained untouched by the heat, even her skin bearing evidence through it's charring. He slid down the ten foot slop to her and gathered her into his arms, tears welling up involuntarily. Her touch seemed to bring all the memories of his possession to the surface. "My God... What have I DONE???" Ukyo met his eyes. Her tortured features haunted him to the core. "It... It wasn't your fault..." A spasm of coughing caught her, blood running from her mouth. "You couldn't control it..." Tears ran down her cheeks as well. "But I seduced ALL of my friends... I was more than willing to KILL them for that... THING!" He growled angrily, more outraged at himself than anything else. "I SHOULD have had control! But I failed..." He lifted Ukyo in his arms and ascended the craters edge. Every step brought grunts of pain from her, which drove nails deeper into Ranma's soul. He finally laid her down where the Ivory staff had imbedded itself in the Marble ground. Ukyo turned her attention from the throbbing pain to the demonic circle and those who lay in it. "What about them?" her feminine voice now had a crackle to it. "Will they remember any of this??" Ranma would have been grateful at the distraction had it not represented more pain he had caused. "I suppose if I'm remembering all of this, they will too... Things will never be the same..." He sighed. If eyes were the windows to one soul, Ranma's would have been hallow. "I can't live with the fact that I know and they know I was willing to kill them without remorse." He turned to Ukyo and stroked her hair. "Or you." Ukyo stared at the marble earth. She knew exactly how he felt. Even though he lived, she couldn't cope with the fact that she had been willing to kill him, necessary or not. "It would be best if none of us would remember this..." Ranma found himself focusing on a marble shard that had blown clear of the rubble. That would be the next best thing to a knife at this point, he was thinking. It wasn't as if he was going to STOP remembering this for the rest of his life. But what about them? He looked over the comatose bodies that lined the circle. What would they do finding me, and he was sure Ukyo, dead? He might be responsible for THEIR suicides as well! They deserved better... If only there were a way... An idea penetrated his cloud of suicidal depression. Maybe... "Ukyo, that thing contains an enormous amount of power, right?" Ranma jabbed a thumb at the Ivory staff, wondering. "Yeah." Ukyo, too, now drawn from the same depression through curiosity. "Cologne said it had defeated much powerful demons than yours... But why?" Ranma stared thoughtfully at the staff. "Well, if this thing has as much power as she says, wouldn't it be possible to "normalize" this all somehow? Forget that it ever happened???" Ukyo's eyes lit up. "I suppose... But I don't even know if I can still use it." "It would be far better to try than to have to live with what all of us have been through..." Ranma told her sullenly. She could only nod in agreement. "I don't know how..." She stood up, wincing in pain as she did. "But if I could forget this ever happened, I'll find away." With that, she stumbled over to the staff with Ranma's help and grasped it, feeling power still coursing through it. The same power helped boost her confidence. "What are you going to do?" Ranma wondered as he supported her. "Simple. I'm just going to ask it to make everything all better." Then she closed her eyes, her face becoming a mask of concentration. The effect was instantly noticeable to Ranma, who felt the ground vibrate through his legs. On the distant horizon, lighting sparked off with increasing intensity, accompanied by dark, angry clouds. Ukyo removed her hands from the ivory staff. "That's all I can do..." Ranma pointed into the distance. "It was enough." Ukyo turned to see the fantastic display before them, now a curtain of lighting rushing toward them like a wall. Ukyo looked worried. Ranma brushed a tear on her cheek away. "Whatever happens, I just want you to know..." He gently pulled her close. Still, the lightning rushed forward. "Thank you for saving me from that evil thing. I would have been doomed for eternity had it not been for your... love." Both their mental and physical pain were forgotten as he drew her into a kiss, embracing each other as the wall of lightning met them. The demonic pocket dimension had collapsed in upon itself. _______________________________________________________ Epilogue *WhiiiiF!!!* Ranma narrowly dodged his fathers high round-house kick as he flipped backwards, narrowly maintaining his balance. The light jingle of chains accompanied his landing. "Common, Pop! Gimmie a break! Isn't it enough that you have to train me at random hours of the night, but now your doing so with SHACKLES around my legs!?!?" "Oh, quit your whining, Ranma! If I had wanted a GIRL, I would have left you at home with mother to learn how to cook and clean!!!" Genma launched into another kick/punch combination, his son tripping over himself as he avoided the blows. Resentment boiled up in Ranma as he remembered he HAD learned those things in China due to his fathers incompetence. Genma was just launching into a second attack when Ranma dove in what looked like an effort to tackle his father. The elder Saotome easily sidestepped. "I read that attack so far into the future I could make out your GRANDCHILDREN, Boy!!! In fact- Huh?" Ranma had landed on both hands and was now balancing upside down. With the grace of a gymnast, he lowered his legs to his fathers head, catching the chain on his ankles around his neck and snapped them back strait up. Genma found himself flying through the air on a course to the only place he could possibly land within the Dojo courtyard. *SPLoooSH!!!* Akane shook her head at the breakfast table. Those two were downright hopeless. She watched the scene as Ranma bent over to undo the chains at his ankles while a malicious Panda snack up behind the boy and dumped a bucket of cold water on him. The results were predictable. "Whattdya do THAT for!?!?" The female voice yelled. Akane sighed. Even so, she was feeling unusually good today. Heck, she might not even mallet Ranma as was daily tradition. Ranma-chan sloshed back to her room, Nabiki stealing secret glances at the pig-tailed girl. Now would normally be the time to poke fun at him, she thought as she trodded up the stairs. But today, Nabiki found she couldn't. It's almost as if I OWE him or something... ridiculous. Still, she couldn't help feeling peculiar every time she saw the girl-type. Ranma-chan slid her door shut and stripped out of the damp clothes, grumbling the entire time. He found some of his favorite clothes from China and slid them on, noting it next to impossible to hide his now feminine physique in the mirror. Even through his fowl mood, he figured it could be worse. I could have a Panda, duck or god forbid, a cat as a cursed form. I really should loosen up from now on. In fact, I'm feeling so charitable that I might not even poke fun at Akane today, he smiled. Grabbing his books, Ranma-chan failed to notice the out of place little box sitting in the corner as he left his room. Ukyo Kuonji eyed her new creation critically as it sat cooking on the counter top griddle. She reached for the spice rack and added a pinch from one of her many secret ingredieance. It was still missing something. She hadn't seen him for about a week and wanted to make this Okonomiyaki a special treat. Oh! How could I forget!!!! Dipping a brush into a jar of thick brown sauce she adorned her creation with the words: "To my beloved, Ran-chan!" --THE END-- Author's notes: Thanx for sticking it out, those of you who read this series to it's conclusion. I hope you liked it. (I told you it had a plot =p ) As much as I regretted using the "Big Reset Button" at the end battle, it was the only way to return things to their near normal state. I tried to leave openings that suggest a bit of future mischief. If you noticed any lines from some famous (or not so famous) movies, it's ALL coincidental. REALLY. (chuckle) My next fanfic is a special request I received by Email (who will remain nameless- You know who you are ;). The only thing I will hint to at this time is Kasumi will be filling the starring role. No, really, it will be good! Hehehe. Once again, my thanx. -Teflon Booger Email me with thoughts, questions, critiques or just want to talk! At: TeflonBooger@Hotmail.com I'm revising my policy on Flames! 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