THE SHIKIMA INTERFACE 04:

SCHOOL DAZE

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A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2, and the anime La Blue Girl. I have no rights whatsoever to the characters depicted herein.

This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends, do not read this.

It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read this.

If you think anything might offend you don't read this.

If you are under age for adult material, don't read this.

Anyone else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me know what you think.

Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do with it."

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Concerning Ranma and Akane, while they are using their new names, Ranko and Akira, I will only use those names when they are interacting with someone who is not aware of the truth, or when they are spoken aloud.

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What has gone before:

Ryouga discovered a potion that disabled the Jusenkyo curse. Ranma, thinking it was a cure, drank it while in her female form, and may be trapped that way.

Akane used the instant Nanniichuan on herself to treat certain side effects Ranma was suffering from. Something interfered with the temporary curse, rendering it permanent. Akane is now cursed to change into a boy when splashed with cold water. A very big boy.

Due to some demonic influences, Shampoo has been bonded to Nabiki. Nabiki, herself under similar influences, as well as a dose of Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to Shampoo in return.

Nodoka, on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided that her new daughter would have to learn how to behave as a girl in order to not bring dishonor on to the Saotome name.

Wanting to keep their condition a secret, Ranma and Akane have decided to pose as Akane's fictional cousins, Akira and Ranko.

Confused, go back and read the first three chapters.

Now join us as Ranma and Akane enjoy their first day in their new roles.

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PART A

"Ranko? Ranko? RANKO!!!"

"Huh...what? Oh...Akane. What's the matter?" Ranma looked down at the tall, dark-haired boy who was walking parallel to the fence she was currently strolling along the top of. She had been deep in thought until Akane had pulled her back to the real world.

"Would you get down from there, Ranko," Akane said, emphasizing Ranma's new name, in a pointed reference to her slip in regards to Akane's alias.

"Why, Akira?" Ranma drawled back.

"Because girls do not walk on fences, and you promised your mother that you would try not to disgrace your family."

"Disgrace! How is walking on a fence going to disgrace my family? Shampoo rides her bike on it. Does she disgrace her family?"

"Don't use that tramp as an example, besides she usually wears pants."

Ranma broke into Akane's lecture. "That reminds me, what was with Nabiki and Shampoo this morning? I mean, if you ever told me Nabiki would be carrying Shampoo around like a house pet, I'd have said you were crazy."

"I don't think it was Shampoo," Akane said thoughtfully.

"Huh, why not?"

"Because, when I went downstairs later, and asked your mother where Nabiki was, she said that Nabiki had borrowed my cat carrier, and taken her new pet to the vet."

"Your cat carrier," Ranma said in alarm. "Why do you have a cat carrier?"

Akane flushed. "Never mind, that's not important. What is important is that Shampoo would never let Nabiki shove her into a cat carrier." Akane grimaced as he recalled how long the scratches had taken to heal. "And even if Nabiki did somehow manage to get her into it, there is no way she would have taken her to the vet. Nabiki is too smart to make Shampoo that mad at her. No, this must be some scam of hers. Somewhere she's found a cat that looks like Shampoo's cursed form, and she plans to use it somehow to make money."

"How?"

Akane shuddered. "I don't know, and I don't care. I plan to stay as far away from Nabiki's schemes as I can, at least the ones I can avoid," he modified slightly, thinking of his and Ranma's current situation. "Anyway, that's not important right now. What is important, is your unfeminine behavior. It was bad enough when you did it before when you wore pants. Now you're wearing a school uniform."

"Go ahead, rub it in." Ranma said in a bitter tone. "It's bad enough I'm stuck as a girl, but mom wants me to dress and act like one." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing, one of Akane's uniforms altered to fit her. Her mother had splurged on other, more feminine clothing, but Nabiki had pointed out that Akane had a whole closet full of clothes that would be going to waste, and one school outfit was the same as any other.

"And this thing is too tight in the chest as well." Ranma looked at Akane from out of the corner of her eye, to see if the jibe had gone home. She frowned in disappointment. Akane had gone red in the face, but he made no move to attack Ranma. Ever since Akane had knocked her across the dojo the other day, he had been treating her with kid gloves. It was beginning to grate on her nerves. After the shopping expedition of the day before, she needed something to get her mind off what was happening to her.

Of course relieving stress was not the only reason she was annoyed Akane would not fight with her.

Ranma loved fighting with Akane. For most of her life the only time she got the undivided attention of a loved one was when they were fighting. When she had started to have feelings for Akane, she had not known how to express them. So she had fallen back on old habits, and teased and tormented Akane until she would lash out in anger. Then Ranma would have the security of knowing she had Akane undivided attention. Sure it was painful, but she had been dealing with pain her whole life. Physical pain she could deal with. It was the other type of pain she could not handle. The pain that came from isolation. So she started fights to avoid having to deal with that other type of pain.

She might not have been able to hit back, Akane being a girl and all, but when Akane was bothered enough to hit her, then at least she knew Akane cared. It was the times when Akane did not try to hit her that she worried. Always before it had been when Akane was truly angry with her that she restrained herself. This time it was something different, and in its own way even more worrisome.

This morning when Ranma had tried to get Akane to spar with her before school in his male form, she had refused. Ranma knew she would not be able to let loose against a female Akane. However, she had ample evidence that Akane's male form was a worthy opponent. She had expected Akane to jump at the chance. Look at all the times she had tried to get Ranma to spar full out with her. So Ranma had been surprised when she refused. Then, to make Ranma really annoyed, Akane had even had the nerve to say that Ranma was too weak to fight her male form, and for her to wait till she was stronger.

It was infuriating, but Ranma had coped with a non-violent Akane before. Now, just as she had done on previous occasions, Ranma was going out of her way to try and get a rise out of Akane, but nothing she was doing seemed to work. She focused back on Akane, who had calmed himself enough to start talking.

"That is not the point!" Akane gritted out from between clenched teeth, referring to Ranma's complaints about having to wear girl's clothing. He was more than a little annoyed at Ranma's constant carping. The way Ranma had been acting since this morning, you would think she was trying to make him hit her! Well, he was not going to do it! He had barely tapped Ranma a few days ago, and she had flown twenty feet through the air. It was only pure luck that she had landed in the Koi pond. Then just yesterday, another casual blow had sent the small girl flying across the dojo. Even if Ranma was not ready to admit it yet, she was no where near as durable or strong as she had been.

"You are walking on a fence, in a skirt! Every boy who walks by just has to look up to see your panties. Why do you think I never walked up there?"

"Don't know. Because you're clumsy?" Ranma said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Akane again gritted her teeth and this time counted to ten before continuing. "No you baka! I could have done it easily! I just didn't want to give all the perverts on the way to school a free show. Now get down from there before your mother finds out about it."

"I suppose you're the one that'll tell her." Ranma said with a sniff. She was stilled peeved at the fact that her mother had appointed Akane as her trainer in feminine behavior. Akane!! What was her mother thinking? Asking Akane the Gorilla to teach some one how to be more of a girl was ridiculous. Oh sure she realized how much she liked Akane. No! How much she loved Akane, but that did not mean she had suddenly gone blind in regards to Akane's lack of girly skills. What made her mother action really galling, was how Akane had been behaving lately. She put those thoughts into words.

"Seems pretty low, considering you're the one that's been staring up my dress for the last five minutes. What's the matter? Your shorts too tight all of a sudden?"

Akane flushed as Ranma's words hit a little too close to home. The fact was, he had been looking, and that his body had reacted to what he had seen. He had been noticing that it was taking less and less to get him aroused in the last few days. It was not just his male body either. He had sneaked in and taken a bath with Ranma the night before, after they had gotten home from Nodoka's shopping expedition. That had led to a very intense and satisfying encounter. Both Ranma and her had given each other a great deal of mutual pleasure. The thing was, three days ago she would not have dreamed of doing such a thing. Last night however, it had seemed the most natural thing in the world.

He looked at Ranma standing on the fence, grinning at him, as if she was reading Akane's mind. He began to get annoyed. He clenched his fists in an effort to control himself. Damn her, he thought, just one, just one little punch. He fought himself back under control. If only she was not so tiny, he thought. His new body was just so big. He felt as if everything around him was made of glass. He had already destroyed several chunks of the dojo in an effort to learn how to handle his new body, simply because he had no idea of its strength. At times it was almost frightening how strong he was.

He was afraid he would hurt Ranma badly if he lost his temper and hit her. It was as bad as the time Ranma ate the magic mushrooms, and had the body of a six-year-old... The recollection of that incident suddenly stirred a memory.

Ranma felt a chill as Akira's expression went from barely restrained anger to almost glee...and something else, an expression Ranma had been seeing far more often lately then she cared for.

"Ranma, do you remember the time you ate Ryouga's magic mushrooms, and you ended up with the body of a six year old?"

"Yeaaah..." Ranma said, in a hesitant voice, trying to figure out where Akane might be going with that question, and failing. "What about it?"

"Do you remember what I did when you acted like a spoiled brat?"

"You wouldn't?!" Ranma said in shock, moving down the fence, away from Akane. At the same time she cupped her hands protectively over her bottom.

Akane looked at her, and the something else in his gaze was now much clearer. "Oh I don't know," he said, in a dreamy voice. "I rather think I might enjoy turning you over my knee again, pulling those little panties you hate so much down to your knees, swatting that cute little ass of yours until it turns cherry red. Then who knows, maybe I could think of something else to do after that." As he had been talking, his face had grown flushed and he had moved closer to Ranma.

Ranma suddenly jumped down from the fence and walked in a circle around the red faced Akane. "Ok, ok. If you're going to make such a big deal out of it, I'll walk on the stupid sidewalk." As she passed by Akane, she muttered, "Pervert!"

Akane started, he looked at her retreating back for a moment in surprise, and then said. "Un-cute tomboy." Ranma stopped abruptly, and turning back, stared at him with a shocked look on her face. Her expression shifted quickly, the look of surprise left her face, a grin twitched at the corner of her mouth, and was answered by a soft chuckle from Akane. She started to giggle, and then they both broke down and howled with laughter.

"I needed that," Ranma said a few minutes later as they resumed their walk toward school. "I'm feeling a bit nervous." She confessed.

"You're nervous!" Akane exclaimed. "What about me? At least you've been to school as a girl before."

"You're right, and that's why I'm nervous. I think all this disguise stuff is a waste of time. Hiroshi and Daisuke will recognize me for sure. Not to mention Ukyou."

"Well you'll have to avoid Ukyou for a bit I agree, but I doubt you'll have any trouble with Hiroshi or Daisuke."

"Huh, why's that?"

"Because, except for your face, Nabiki has changed everything about your appearance. I seriously doubt that either of those two perverts spent a lot of time looking at your face when you were female."

"Hey, I'm a guy and they know it."

"A guy with a body that perverts go to sleep for, just so they can dream about it. Look how you were always Happosai's favorite. Face it. Those two couldn't keep their eyes off of your chest or your ass any time you were a girl."

"Hmp, sounds like someone else I know, only he has a hard time keeping his hands off as...EEEp!!" Ranma raised up on her tiptoes as Akane reached between her legs and lifted.

"What was that?"

"Just a joke, just a joke!!" Ranma hurriedly said as she felt Akane's forefinger pressing into the cleft of her sex through the thin fabric of her panties.

"That's better," Akane said, as he withdrew his hand, a happy look on his face. This is great, he thought to himself. Maybe I can't hit Ranma anymore, but this is a lot more fun, and much more effective at shutting Ranma up. He started looking forward to the next time Ranma mouthed off. Then guiltily, he realized that maybe he should save it up until they were someplace more private. He looked up and down the street to see if anyone had seen his very un-brotherly behavior. It would not do to blow their cover before they even got to school.

While Akane was looking for witnesses to his indiscretion, a fed faced Ranma was fighting down the sensations that Akane's fingers had sent racing through her body.

She had been avoiding intimate contact whenever possible between the two of them today. Ranma was determined to give in as little as she could to her new female feelings. For the most part she had been successful, but when Akane had touched her, all her vows went out the window. Her body started crying out for more, and her little hole started to throb for something hot and hard to fill it.

The problem was that Akane seemed to be going out of his way to touch her. He didn't seem to care where they were, or whether he was male or female. Just look at the way she had behaved the other day. It was more than just the physical sensation however. Whenever Akane held her, it was as if a missing part of her had been returned. She was starting to wonder if she was going to be able to hold out until the potion wore off, and she was a guy again. She had taken to visualizing that happy time, trying to use that to focus her determination. It was similar to what she had done before any serious fight, but this time she was not trying to imagine the punches she would throw or block. She had tried picturing herself making love to Akane as a male. Tried to imagine what it would be like to sink his hard cock into Akane's trembling, passion flushed body.

However she kept losing focus, and the image in her mind would change to her and Akane-kun, and then before she knew it, it would be Akane's massive member plundering her little vessel she was visualizing.

It was getting harder and harder to call up the memories of what it felt like to be a man. It had only been three days, but it felt like she had been stuck as a female for months. Maybe it was because of all the time she had spent as a female as a result of her curse. Maybe a little femaleness had leaked through the shield the full Jusenkyo curse set up to protect the victims core personality. The shield that Ryouga's potion had stripped away from her mind. Maybe all that time as a female had accumulated, and then when she drank the potion, it had all came tumbling down on her at once.

Breathing deeply she managed to bring her heart beat back down to near normal. Then looking for something to take her mind off of her worries she chastised Akane. "Geez, Akane, are you 'trying' to mess up? You want us to blow this before we even get to school?"

Akane looked contrite. "Sorry," he said. Inside however, his mind was filled with this new concept in punishing Ranma for her mouthiness. His cock firmed as his thoughts took a particularly lewd turn, and the pressure made him realize that he had better cool those thoughts, if he did not want to show up at school with a big bulge in his pants. He started reviewing the math homework he had been assigned on the day before all this happened, and as his mind dwelt on the intricacies of Algebra, the bulge in his trousers slowly subsided.

As they resumed their walk to school, Akane's thoughts turned back to his recent indiscretion, trying to look at it dispassionately, so as to reduce the risk of another session of Algebra. What was wrong with him? He had never felt this out of control before. He had managed to conceal his feeling for Ranma for over a year. Then three nights ago, he got his curse, and finally bedded her. Now that he had finally lived his dreams, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her, and it was getting worse. Every time they were together he could not pull his eyes away from her body. He would find himself idly picturing her writhing in passion.

His dreams were full of images of him making love to her in every possible position his imagination could supply, and thanks to some magazines he had stuffed under his mattress that was quite a few.

That was not the biggest change though. Once he had dreamed of making sweet love to Onna-Ranma as a female, but now more and more, his dreams were of him doing so as a man. What was happening to him? Did the fact that he was a lesbian mean he was really a boy at heart? Had the curse just brought out the real him? He did not want to think so. Despite his liking for girls, he had always liked feminine things. Like cooking and sewing. Of course as Ranma was always quick to point out, he had never been very good at them. Maybe he really had been a man trapped in a girl's body all this time. This depressing thought was interrupted by an annoyed voice coming from beside him.

"A_k_i_r_a!" Ranma hissed. "We're almost there, would you start paying attention! I think maybe we're expected." Ranma's voice held a hint of trepidation. Akane looked up to see what was bothering her, and almost backed up a step when he saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at them. Every student near the school's gate had stopped whatever they had been doing, and were now staring intently, in some cases hungrily, at them.

"What on earth?!" He blurted out.

"I think maybe Nabiki has something to do with this." Ranma said, gesturing with her eyes to where Nabiki was standing in her usual spot for taking care of business. She was doing a brisk trade this morning, selling folders by the handful from a box sitting on the ground beside her.

As soon as the students around her noticed Ranko and Akira, they stampeded to join the crowd that already surrounded the school's front gate. The crowd of students had arranged themselves in a large semi circle half a dozen students in depth. This gave the best view to the most people, but it also completely blocked the entrance to the schoolyard.

Their appearance had resulted in Nabiki being left on her own, but she did not seem disappointed at being abandoned by her customers. That situation made Akane more than a little nervous. When Nabiki seemed unworried about losing money, watch out. It usually meant she was busy picking your pocket. As he fretted about what Nabiki might be up to, Akane began to make out words and sentences coming from the crowd.

"Boy, he's big... So cute... Handsome... She's alright... Ranma was better built... Ranma was a guy... Oh no, not her!!"

The last statement was accompanied by a stirring in the crowd, as several students directing their gaze upwards. Akane followed their eyes, and became aware of a figure falling toward them from above. Picking up Ranma under one arm, much to her consternation, he leaped backward. Ranma's objections disappeared when she saw who was coming. As soon as Akane set her down, she ducked behind him, hiding herself from the figure that had landed lightly a few feet from where they had just been standing. The newcomer smiled, and then held up both hands showing her peaceful intentions.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, or scare your sister" she said placatingly. "It's just that these jackasses didn't leave any other way of getting near you. I'm Ukyou. Did Ranma or Akane mention me?"

"Ah yes, sort of, they said you were a friend of theirs."

The tenseness seemed to flow out of Ukyou, and she relaxed. "I'm glad. Considering that I almost killed Akane a couple of months ago, I thought they might have harsher words. Like, stay away from that crazy bitch!" Ukyou's voice was light, but the pain behind the words was obvious.

"Oh no," Akane exclaimed. "They said you apologized for that, and they made up with you."

"So they did mention it. I can't blame them, I would have." Ukyou said, her voice indicating she was a little hurt, despite her words.

Akane was at a loss for what to say. Ukyou had been devastated by her behavior at the wedding, where her flour bombs had very nearly done severe, and terminal damage to Akane and Ranma. Shaken by what she had almost done in her obsessive pursuit of Ranma, she had locked up the restaurant. Then in the privacy of her tiny apartment, she had proceeded to get monumentally plastered for the first time in her life.

It was not until Akane had broken down the door, looking for a little pay back, that her days long binge was interrupted. Akane had dragged the sodden Ukyou into the bathroom, and after stripping her, had shoved her into the shower stall and turned on the cold water. For a half hour she had held the naked, soused Ukyou under the ice cold water. It was only when the shivering girl started to turn blue that she relented, and let her out from under the icy deluge. Then after nearly rubbing her raw with a coarse towel, she had dragged Ukyou down to the kitchen and made black coffee.

Considering that the ratio of coffee to water was very nearly one to one, it had proven very effective in sobering Ukyou the rest of the way up. The fact that Akane used ground coffee, instead of instant, may have helped as well. Ukyou might have sobered up just to avoid another cup. Finally however she was aware enough to recognize Akane. She had tried to flee from Akane's accusing eyes, but was still too weak. Unable to fight, unable to run, bereft of the false comfort of the bottle she had dissolved into tears, the final refuge of those who have lost all other means of expressing themselves.

For the next two hours Ukyou had cried on Akane's shoulder, alternating muffled apologies, with soul deep sobbing. When she had finally cried herself out, several things had occurred. Akane had forgiven Ukyou, and Ukyou had renounced her claim on Ranma. In her own words, "I'm not worthy of his love."

Akane had slapped her.

The brawl that followed had nearly destroyed the interior of the restaurant, but when it was done Ukyou was over much of her self pity, and she and Akane were on the way to being much better friends. Ukyou had stuck by her vow to end her engagement to Ranma however.

After that, it had taken Akane two weeks before she had managed to get Ranma and Ukyou back together. Ranma was angry at Ukyou, and had no idea of how to express it. Akane had finally bashed Ranma over the head with a mallet and dragged him to Ucchan's . She had thrown him inside and locked the door and not let either of them out until they settled their differences. The silence inside had eventually given way to yelling, and then a few more tables had been smashed, but when it was over they were both friends again.

All this Akane knew, and could not say a word about. If he did, then Ukyou would believe that her friends had been talking about her behind her back. Akane had to say something however, and he fell back on an old standby. Blame it on Nabiki, a very old standby in fact. It had been replaced sometime ago with, blame it on Ranma, but that would not work here.

"It's not like that." He said. "Cousin Nabiki wrote about the wedding, and naturally we asked about it when we met Akane and Ranma. They set us straight. They consider you one of their best friends. They also said that there was not a better person to get to know in Nerima. If you ever need a friend or a good meal just go to Ukyou, they said."

Ukyou smiled brightly, and the uncertainly that had been apparent in her expression vanished. Assurances of friendship and complements on her food, always cheered her up. "I'm happy to hear that, and for my first act of kindness, I'll help you get into school." Having said this, she unsheathed her battle spatula from its usual position behind her back, and turned and faced the horde of students that were blocking the gateway. Under her fierce look they melted away, clearing a path for the new students.

Ukyou walked with them until they reached the school entrance, and then said. "I suppose you need to go and get registered, so I'll see you when you get to class."

Ranma who had been trying her best to keep Akane's large body between her and Ukyou, heaved a sigh of relief as the Okonomiyaki chef left. She hated hiding from her best friend, but it was only for a little while. Just till she was a he again, or at least back to being a guy in a girl's body. Her current condition was just too humiliating. It would be embarrassing if Ukyou should see her acting like a girl, and of course she had to maintain her disguise for Akane's benefit as well. Ranma was already considered a freak by many, and nothing would really change that. Akane however was not, and Ranma was not going to do anything that would jeopardize that. She was only too aware of how much the sideways glances and the whispered comments could hurt. She would be damned if she would let Akane suffer that.

As they walked into the school, a figure dressed in Kempo garb looked on in sadness. "Alas, and yet twas easily foretold," he murmured to himself. "This mortal coil is bounded and of limited girth, it groans anon to hold such wonders as my two beloveds. Nabiki Tendo's images, however fair, could not foretell a third fair angel come to earth. Some things are yet too bright to be believed."

Sighing, he turned to leave, but before he did so, he tucked the rose he was carrying into a crack in the bark of the tree he had been standing under. Then, a melancholy expression on his face, he left for class. Behind him the red rose fluttered in the breeze, a bright splash of color against the dark grey of the tree.

***

Later after a morning of paper work, and introductions to people they already knew, it was lunchtime.

"So what do you think?" Ukyou asked.

"Everyone seems to be staring at us all the time," Akane said. And it was true. All day long he and Ranma had been the object of attention for a large proportion of the student body. Most of the girls and one or two of the guys in Akane's case, and the numbers reversed for Ranma.

As well, they seemed to be the main topic of conversation that day. Akane kept hearing rather embarrassing speculation concerning the size of his fingers and feet. Considering he had sometimes indulged in similar gossiping with his friends, he was under no delusions about what they were speculating on. He had spent most of the morning in a state of intense embarrassment.

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Ranma had also been hearing speculative comments, but it was nothing she had not heard before. The problem was that before it had been a source of humor for her. Now, she was very much aware of the reactions occurring behind her as she walked down the hall. The knowledge that they were picturing her naked, and with their cocks stuck in various parts of her body was no longer funny. She could feel their eyes striping away her clothes, lusting at the form they concealed, and to her distress her body was reacting to that attention. She had already made several trips to the bathroom to dry herself. Why hadn't she thought to bring a spare pair of panties or, for that matter, a pair of boxers? She could have changed into the much more comfortable underwear at the first opportunity.

That had not been the worst of it however. The first time she had needed to use the washroom, she had gone into the boy's by habit, and then had spent 30 minutes trapped in a stall when two boys came in for a surreptitious smoke. She had been in a state of panic that one of them would decide to use the stall she was in. She was even afraid of pulling up her panties for fear that the movement would attract their attention. So she had sat there, her panties around her ankles and her knees drawn up to her chin to keep her feet out of sight.

Then to make a stressful situation even worse, they had started to talk about the new girl, and how much they'd like to nail her. It had taken a little while to realize that the girl they were talking about was her. The rest of their conversation was seared into her mind, she doubted she would ever forget.

"Man I tell you, she's got a sweet mouth, I'd love to rest my balls on her chin."

"Her mouth, that's just for starters man, I'd let her get my cock nice and wet, and then I'd slid it up her ass."

"Right on man, god that butt of hers is sweet. Did you see the way she was waving it at all the guys in class when the teacher brought her and her brother in and introduced them to the class. God I thought I'd shoot in my pants when she walked by. Did you see the way she brushed against me. She wants it I tell you."

"Hey, do you suppose she's a virgin?"

"A virgin? God don't make me laugh, I bet she's had more cock then the cafeteria has rice balls. You can tell just by looking at her, I know a born cock sucker when I see one, and buddy if there ever was one, she's it.

"You said it man, you just have to look at her to know that her favorite position is flat on her back with her legs around some stud."

"Shit, look at time, Hinako-sensei will fry our ass if we don't get back soon."

After the boys left Ranma had sat in the stall for another ten minutes, curled up in a ball of misery. Was it true, was she acting like a slut. She had no idea if it was the curse, or if she really was what the boys had said she was. Her misery was further accentuated by the fact that the images conjured up by the boys words had caused reactions in her body. Even though she felt nauseous at the very idea of the things the boys had suggested there was still a little part of her that reacted in a way that made her even sicker.

The only thing that eventually lightened her mood was finally putting faces to the voices, and realizing they were two of the biggest losers in the school. Even Gosunkugi was not as pathetic as they were. Once she considered the source, she rapidly regained her confidence. Those two were about as poor a judge of girls as there was in the school. Even Hiroshi and Daisuke thought they were pathetic. God she must have been a fool to take anything they said seriously.

The rest of the morning had passed in a blur as she tried to analyze her feelings. She found herself looking at the boys, remembering what they looked like nude from the boys locker room. Then she would look at the girls, trying to picture what they would look like nude. Then she tried to picture herself having sex with them. She was happy to find that the idea of having sex with the boys made her nauseous at all times, while the girls still turned her on. Then she looked at Akane, she found she had no trouble at all picturing herself with Akane, male or female, and all her doubts came crashing back down on her.

She had never been so glad to hear the lunch bell in her life, and for her that was saying a lot.

She had originally seated herself beside Akane, but when she had seen Ukyou coming she had excused herself and gone for a walk. Careful avoiding the groups of boys that moved toward her wherever she went. Then she began to grow angry at herself. She was behaving like a scared little girl, hiding away because a few boys were getting hardons as she walked by. Well, damn it, she wasn't afraid of anything, and after Ryouga and Akane, she was damned if she was going to be scared of the limp dicks around here. She looked around, and spotting a group of boys staring at her, started toward them.

***

"Your sister doesn't like me very much, does she?" Ukyou asked.

Akane choked on the mouthful of food he was chewing, and had to be swatted on the back by Ukyou, until he got his breath back. "Doesn't like you? Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Well, she avoids me. If she can't avoid me, she hides behind you. Seems pretty clear to me."

"She's just shy." Akane said.

"Uhu." Ukyou replied, looking over at where Ranko was flirting with a group of drooling boys. "If you say..." Ukyou trailed off when she noticed that Akira had clenched his fist and shattered the chopsticks in his hand. She followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at the same scene she had just noticed. "Don't worry," she assured him. "They're harmless. There are some boys she should avoid, but that group's not one of them." Her words did not seem to have much affect on the fuming Akira, but when Ranko wondered over to a group of girls he calmed down enough to resume his conversation with Ukyou.

"You were saying," he said in a strained voice.

"I was just saying that you shouldn't worry about your sister so much. All the real creeps around here have learned to keep a low profile in the schoolyard. The only real problem was a dirty old pervert that kept invading the girls' change rooms and stealing underwear and gym shorts, but Happosai hasn't been seen for more than two months, not since the wedding."

"Thanks for telling me, but it wasn't my sister I was worried about, she's not supposed to flirt with boys. I'm afraid I'm going to have to read her the riot act later." Despite his calm words Ukyou could see that Akira was simmering in anger. Then, to Ukyou surprise, Akira's mood shifted suddenly, and he seemed happy for some reason.

"Yes, I really must discipline her." He said, in an abstracted voice.

"Isn't that a little unusual?" Ukyou asked, "I mean you're almost the same age. I'm surprised you're responsible for disciplining her."

Akane flushed with embarrassed, realizing he had said the last out loud. He hastily engaged damage control "You're right. I was just letting myself get carried away. Seeing as how we're away from home for the first time, Mother made me promise to keep an eye on her, and I guess I got carried away. You know how it is, a big brother has to look out for his sister. I'm sure Ranko will be fine." Wanting to change the subject, Akane said. "It's nice of you to go out of your way like this. It makes it easier, having a friend right away."

"Any cousin of Akane's is a friend of mine." Ukyou said brightly, and then wanted to kick herself for saying something so silly. When Ranma had called her the day before and told her about the trip he and Akane were going on, and the cousins that would be attending Furinkan in their place, she had been depressed. She had just started to be comfortable with Akane and Ranma again, and they were off. She had always been a bit of a loner around the school. Ranma and Akane were the only two people in the school she really ever connected with. With them gone, she felt very isolated.

She had promised herself that she would not mope however. She had to get on with her life, and one of the things she needed to do that was a boy to take her mind off of Ranma. She might have given up on the engagement, but that had not stopped her from dreaming about him, and that way led back to the bottle, or to obsession, and she wanted neither one of those options. She had tried them both, and had not liked the outcome. Besides, she had promised Akane on her honor that she would never go on a binge like that again, and she never would. She smiled to herself, especially if it meant not ever having to drink another cup of Akane's coffee. This all lead back to the one possible solution, a boy, someone she would not have to share with three other girls.

There was more than just companionship involved. She was determined to prove to herself that she was attractive to boys, if not with Ranma, then with some other boy she was attracted to. She wanted very much to put completely behind her the memory of her last relationship before she had discovered Ranma had come back to Japan. That part of her life was over. She no longer had to pretend she was a boy. She could be female now. She had no reason to date girls. There was no longer any need to act in a masculine manner.

She cursed Tsubasa. If it had not been for that little transvestite she could have gone on as she had been, living a solitary and private life. When Tsubasa had hit on her however, and had persisted in pursuing her, she had felt the need to refute the gossip that started up, to protect both her family name and her secret. At the time she did not have many options, and the only solution she could come up with had seen her dating the sister of one of her classmates.

Before Ukyou realized what was happening, it had gotten fairly serious, and before she had broken it off, it had reached the point where they were indulging in a little mutual petting. Before long Ukyou had found herself starting to enjoy the feel of the other girl's body. For a while Ukyou reveled in the unusual feeling of being loved and wanted, but then rationality reared it's ugly head, forcing Ukyou to break up with Kimiko. Their passion was beginning to get out of hand, and Ukyou would not have been able to keep up the deception much longer. The sock she had taken to stuffing down her pants would not have fooled Kimiko much longer. It was only because Kimiko had never dated a boy before that Ukyou had managed to get away with the masquerade for as long as she had.

The whole episode had been a serious blow to her self-image. She had disguised her self as a boy, but she had never questioned her sexuality until Kimiko. She had to find out if she could be attractive to boys. She already knew that she was attracted to them. The condition of her panties after a day of chasing Ranma had left no doubt about that. Or did it? Ranma, that was the joker in the deck, Ukyou thought. He was manly, no doubt as to that, but he was also a very cute girl half the time. Which side of him was the cause of her dreams and feelings. She had given up Ranma, but she was no closer to discovering if she was truly still a girl deep down.

Now like an answer to a Maiden's prayers, here was Akira. He was handsome, had the most beautiful brown eyes, and was a martial artist. Most importantly he had not even blinked at Ukyou's unusual attire or weapons. He had not even seemed to notice. He behaved as if he had known her for ages, and did not give any indication that she was in any way strange. Even the fact that Akane and Ranma had told him before hand of her habits did not fully explain his indifference. He truly must not mind how she appeared. Best of all, he was one hundred percent male, she was definitely attracted to him, and no sane person would ever question his masculinity. He fairly exuded machismo.

Playing for time she asked a minor question. "Is Ranko your twin? I mean your the same age and all."

"No, actually she's adopted, but I have always felt very close to her," Akira answered.

Swallowing Ukyou decided that she had beat around the bush enough, time to ask the all-important question. Do you have a girlfriend? She was not going to waste time, and chance breaking her heart again, by chasing after another lost cause. Just as she finally worked up the nerve and opened her mouth to ask, she was interrupted.

"You there. Akira Tendo is it not? I would have words with you in private!" Kuno Tatewaki said, in his usual pompous manner. He gestured impatiently at Ukyou, clearly wondering why she was still there. "If thou would kindly get thee hence, underclassman."

Ukyou did not want to lose her temper in front of Akira. Knowing Nabiki had been keeping him informed of the doings in Nerima, she did not want to chance confirming any of the wilder stories that he may have heard. Especially as they were most likely true. So she stood up and said. "I'll talk to you after school. Alright?"

"Looking forward to it." Akane said. Then he turned to Kuno as Ukyou walked off, and said. "What may I do for you Sempai?"

"Good, I see thy manners are well kept, but does honor also lodge within thy breast?"

Akane quirked an eyebrow at him. "I like to think so." Akane knew where this was going, and sure enough the next words from Kuno were.

"Then reveal unto me whence vile Saotome had spirited fair Akane, thy cousin, and also my wondrous Pig Tailed Girl!"

"I'm sorry Sempai, but as I said, I like to think I have honor, and I swore on mine that I would not reveal the location of my cousin or her fiancee. I'm afraid you will have to seek elsewhere for your information."

Akane really had sworn that. Nabiki had made both Ranma and Akane swear on their honor to not reveal their location to anyone. They had both thought it rather silly at the time, but now Akane was glad of it. There was no way Kuno could ask him to break such an oath. The last thing Akane wanted was for Kuno to spend the next few days pursuing Akane in an effort to learn where his loves were.

Kuno was very nearly in tears. "But you must tell me! I am constrained to stay here, or look you I might stumble and fail those most grievous challenges that I must pass in order to take the name Kuno to a wider world."

"The college entrance exams?" Akane asked curiously. He had recently, in an effort to stave off boredom during Kuno's rants, been trying to decipher his ranting.

"Indeed, you have the right of it. I must strive most diligently in my chosen endeavors, for look you to fail would dishonor my family." Kuno grasped Akane by the shoulders and gazed into his eyes. It was all Akane could do to restrain his instinctual reaction to being touched by Kuno. So instead of being rendered into a shapeless pile of bruised and abraded flesh, Kuno continued to talk. "But I cannot leave the fair Akane in such desperate danger!!"

Taking pity on the distraught Kendoest, Akane said. "You have nothing to fear. My father and mother would never allow any thing to befall Akane."

"I hope you are correct in your judgment." Kuno said, in a depressed voice, "or heavy indeed will your conscience weigh on you. I bid you farewell then." With that Kuno turned and strode away.

"Well, that was not so bad." Akane mused aloud, "some of Nabiki's talent must be rubbing off on me." He thought for a moment, "I'd still rather hit him though." He went back to his lunch, and his dreams of the talk he planned to have with a former redhead that night.

***

"Fair maiden."

Ranma stiffened at the familiar voice, then she relaxed. After having her life turned upside down, it was nice to know that some things were constant. With almost a feeling of relief she turned to face Kuno. "Do something for you?" She asked.

Kuno smiled broadly and spoke in a voice that dripped phoniness. "It is I who can do something for you fair maid. I wish to greet you and offer you welcome to our fair school. As a relative of the fair Akane Tendo you are most welcome." His expression took on what he no doubt thought of as a cunning look. "I understand you are from the mountains. They are most beautiful this time of year. Which place do you call home? Its beauty must be most severally diminished by your absence."

"I'm not telling."

"I beg your pardon!?" The jovial expression fled from Kuno's face.

"You want to know where Akane and Ranma are. I'm not telling."

Kuno looked sorrowful. "Woeful indeed to see another pure heart taken in Saotome's evil schemes. Perchance since thou art far from him his abhorrent spell will weaken. Therefore if you should chance to change your heart come quickly to my waiting ear. Thou cans't yet guess the foulness of Saotome."

Ranma had heard it all before. "Yeah, yeah, get on with it."

"That is all I have to say. I bid you good day, and do think on my words."

"You're not going to challenge me?" Ranma blurted out, surprised as what she had considered a certainty.

"And to what purpose wouldst I thus?"

"Well, I'm nice looking, and I'm a martial artist, don't you want to challenge me for a date?"

Kuno threw back his head and laughed. Then sobering, he looked at the puzzled Ranma. "Demoiselle, be thee not offended, for I am simply not as fickle as Saotome would'st wish. He no doubt painted me in his own colors, as a womanizing pervert, grasping 'neath any nearby skirt. But I am made of far finer material than Saotome! I have but two loves in my life, two paragons of femininity! Thy cousin Akane, whose spirit, like a Lioness outshines all lesser women in nobility, and the Pig-tailed Girl, whose grace and stamina I liken to the sleek Gazelles on which true Lion's prey. Shall I, a king among these student beasts, lower myself to lay paws on mere rabbits? All ordinary girls, like thee, though credits to thy families are yet so weak, so simpering and trembling 'neath my mighty gaze that I must turn my head unto my rightful mate and meat and leave thy kind to cower in the grass, touching a true man only with thy eyes."

Kuno smiled condescendingly at her, and for the first time looked her straight in the face. His face paled at the glare she was directing his way, but that was not what had startled him. He pointed a finger at her and tried to say something, but he could not get the words out. Then a strange expression crossed his face. On anyone else, Ranma would have said he was thinking, but this was Kuno. Without saying another word, Kuno turned and left.

Behind him he left a furious Ranma, who muttered the word rabbit over and over again. Then she seemed to come out of her paralyzed state, her face flushed with the anger she was feeling, and she started after Kuno, only to be brought up short by a massive hand that gripped her shoulder.

"Where are you going?! It's time for class!" Akane hissed at her. Akane paid no attention to Ranma's protests and dragged her off to afternoon classes. She would spend the rest of the afternoon fuming over Kuno's insult, vowing to ram it back down his throat. Rabbit indeed, she'd show him who was a rabbit.

After Ranma and Akane left, Kuno emerged from behind the corner of the school where he had concealed himself. His face was a mix of exaltation and strain. He was performing a task that he had not done in a long while, he was trying to control himself. Presently his face cleared, and he started to soliloquize.

"Now witness me, Ye Exalted Immortals of the Heavenly Plane! Though her flaming tresses now in midnight's black concealed, though her bounteous charms are now crushed cruelly back, ev'n so, I shall dare by curve of cheek and flashing eye of sky's own blue declare her! She can be no other than the Pig-Tailed Girl! Saotome has dared attempt to hide her thus before my very nose. But lo, he could by no means conceal her glorious, untamed spirit! Now his failure is complete!"

His face took of a look of indecision. "But what am I to do? The vile Saotome has spelled her against acknowledging her love for me. With Saotome gone this might at last be my chance to free her, but what if my most ardent pursuit should act to press her more deeply into the clutches of Saotome's spell?" He frowned, dredging up the memories of Ranma's behavior moment before.

"But hold, the Pig Tailed Girl seemed most distressed when I rejected her request for battle." Laboriously he strained his mind, trying to give birth to an idea.

You could almost smell the smoke.

Then his face cleared. "Of course! How could I not have seen it before? The Pig Tailed One cannot express her love in a conventual fashion, so she seeks out my touch by other means. As long as I pursue her with words of love, she must reject me, but if it is I who reject her, then she will hunt me."

"BUT WHAT IF I AM WRONG?!!" He suddenly yelled at the sky. "WHAT IF THIS COURSE SHOULD LOSE ME MY LOVE?!! No!! I must be resolute. I will test my assumption this very day. If I am correct, the Pig Tailed Girl will seek me out and challenge me. If she does, then I will know I am correct, but if she does so, I must be resolute. I must treat her with disdain. I must use the fire that burns in her for my touch, to char away the spell that Saotome has placed on her. He has spelled most strongly against expression of love, but he has made an error. If only I had not been so blind. For many months the Pig Tailed Girl has tried to show me the way. Now I must deny her the small solace that battle offers in hope that it will supply the lever that will shatter Saotome's evil enchantment once and for all."

With a flourish, Kuno turned and headed into school. Five minutes later he was standing in the hall with a bucket of water in each hand. He used the time to think about his upcoming actions.

****

"Akira wait up." Akane stopped at Ukyou's call, but her eyes scanned the crowd of departing students for any sign of Ranma. She had raced out of the room as soon as the teacher had dismissed the class, and Akane was afraid that she would do something foolish. She had been muttering something about Kuno under her breath the whole afternoon. Really, you'd think she'd be ecstatic over Kuno's expression of disinterest. It was the situation with Tsubasa all over again.

When they had not yet learned that Tsubasa was in fact a boy, Ranma had gone over the top over Tsubasa calling her ugly. Before that situation was over, Ranma had dressed herself up like a bunny girl from a nightclub, net stocking, skin tight top and a bunny tail, and had raced around the school yard in plain sight of everyone. All to win a contest to prove she was the cutest. Ranma's ego was always getting her into trouble, and she seemed to lose all perspective when it was involved. If she let it do so this time, then Akane was going to make sure she could not sit down for a week.

"Boy, you move fast for a big guy." Ukyou puffed as she finally caught up with the tall boy. "We had a date remember." Ukyou suddenly flushed, "well, not a date, but you did say we'd get together after school."

After one last look for Ranma, Akane gave up and turned and smiled at the cute girl beside him. "That's right, and I always keep my promises, but do you mind if we look for my sister while we talk? I'm a bit worried about her."

"Sure no problem, any idea where she might be."

Akane thought about it. Considering that Ranma was likely planning to challenge Kuno, she was most likely waiting to waylay him at the gate. He turned to Ukyou, and said. "Why don't we try the gate? She may have gone there to wait for me when we got separated."

****

"Thought you could hide, eh, big man?" A voice said, it tones dripping with sarcasm. Kuno looked up from his practice, and his heart started beating a mile a minute. There she was, just as he surmised, she had searched him out.

Actually a chance meeting of a member of the Kendo club had provided Ranma with the information that Kuno was practicing out behind the school by the portable storage shed the Kendo club used as their meeting hall, and that Kuno had converted to a shrine to his two goddesses.

"What can I do for you, fair one?" Kuno asked, doing his best to keep his voice informal with only the slightest hint of inquiry.

"You can fight me, that's what!" Ranma said. "Unless you're afraid that is?"

"Afraid? Of a shy and sheltered maid such as you? You make a most excellent jest, but I have no time to play with little girls now. You may watch me if you would. I am the rising star of the high school Kendo world. Watching my practice would be most beneficial to you."

"The only thing that would be beneficial to me, is sticking my foot up your ass!" Ranma said insultingly.

Kuno fought to keep the exaltation he was feeling from showing on his face. He had been right, even now denying her the chance to touch his body was driving her to insult him in an attempt to force combat. Now if only he could be strong and keep his love for her from showing.

"As I have said, I have no interest in fighting rabbits."

As Kuno repeated his insult of earlier, Ranma snarled and charged him. Kuno spun out of the way of her attack and she raced by him. Kuno was startled. She was so slow. Then like a bolt it hit him. She was holding back. Saotome's spell was weakening. Obviously his brilliant plan was already bearing fruit. Encouraged by this, he hardened his heart and spoke to Ranma who was preparing to charge again.

"Is that the best you can do? It would seem I misnamed you. Tortoise would fit you better."

Ranma did not fall for this. The ease with which Kuno had avoided her first attack had reminded her of her decreased ability. She might be at a level of ability approaching what she had possessed when she had first come to the Tendos', but Kuno was far above where he had been at that time. Constant battle with Ranma, combined with the training he has sought out to improve his skill, had advanced him a lot. Ranma had never noticed before, because as fast as Kuno has improved, she had improved faster. Now however, she was severely reduced in ability, and Kuno's improved ability was much more apparent.

That did not mean that she could not beat Kuno. She still retained all her training. She just lacked the speed and strength she had possessed a week ago. She did not stop to think that the only reason she had her current level of speed was because of that advanced training. She did not consider the fact that she was in truth far weaker than she had been the day she had arrived at the Tendos'.

Ranma charged Kuno again, but this time she was ready, and when he spun out of her path she altered her attack and moved into a spinning kick that connected with Kuno's back.

Yes!! Kuno thought to himself, she is definitely coming out of Saotome's spell. That blow had none of her usual fire behind it.

Ranma was surprised when Kuno merely stumbled slightly as a result of her kick. Damn it, she thought, I'm not that weak am I? Alright, so hard style won't work. Let's go to close in, and use holds and leverage.

Kuno was watching his opponent carefully. She moved in on him slowly, her body loose and ready to move in any manner she wished. Kuno stood his ground and waited. She lashed out, trying to get a grip on him. He caught her arm, and twisted away, pulling her off of her feet. She brought her legs up and in, trying to land a blow while his grip on her arm gave her leverage. Kuno shifted his body so he took her kick on his hip. Taking advantage of her closeness, he reached out a long arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her in close. She lashed out with the heel of her hand and caught him under the chin. This time Kuno did jolt backwards. He tasted blood, as his lip was smashed against his teeth.

He did not relax his grip on Ranma though. Dropping his Bokken, he fought to control Ranma's thrashing body. He pulled her small body tight against himself, trying to crush the air from her lungs. He started to sweat as he felt her lithe body squirming against his: Her breasts squashed against his chest. Her thighs pressed and rubbed across his groin. The sensation was exquisite, and as her scent floated up from her hair and filled his nose, he could feel his member rearing up and pressing against his pants in tribute to her.

Ranma froze for a second when she felt the bulge in Kuno's pants pressing against her. In that moment of panic she lost the advantage. Kuno turned her body and just as Ryouga had done he caught both her hands up, and in a second had them held behind her back with one of his large callused hands wrapped around both of her wrists. His free arm circled her waist and she found herself being held firmly against Kuno's side, her head facing to the rear and her legs out in front of him where he could keep an eye on them.

At that point she lost her focus and in an instant all her years of training went out the window. If Kuno had been trying to kill her, she would have been analyzing ever option, calculating every angle, and preparing to strike to the best effect. Kuno was not trying to kill her however, and the feel of his erection against her body, combined with her present position, reduced her to panic-stricken uncoordinated thrashings. As a result, she lost whatever hope she had of breaking loose from Kuno.

Kuno found he had caught his prey, but it was like trying to hold a wildcat. She thrashed madly, her free legs striking many a blow to Kuno's lower legs. Fortunately for him, her body was twisted just enough to the side to keep her from landing a good solid blow to his groin. She was coming uncomfortably close however. The only reason Kuno was able to keep his prospects of fatherhood intact was because he could see her legs clearly and was able to shift his body to take her blows on a less delicate part of his person.

Staggering under her weight and struggles, he moved over to a wooden stool that was set against the side of the clubhouse. Sitting down on that he pulled Ranma around and across his left leg. Lifting his right leg high, he brought it over her wildly kicking pedal extremities and lowering it, pinned her legs between his. Finally having more or less rendered his captive bundle helpless, he had time to catch his breath and to think what he was going to do now.

The Pig Tailed Girl was still under Saotome's spell. Any expression of love or caring on Kuno's part would no doubt be met by the most stringent resistance. Still, it was obvious that she was fighting the spell. How else could he have so easily have defeated her? Now, how could he insult her badly enough to cause her to break free? As Kuno mused, his eyes focused on Ranma's squirming backside.

Ranma was more than a little frightened, and she hated it. This was way too similar to how the situation between her and Ryouga had started. Her body had even starting to react to the manhandling in a manner similar to the way it had behaved with Ryouga. Even as her mind was frantically looking for a way out of this situation, her nipples were hardening and she could feel a familiar wet sensation forming between her legs. Despite all her mental protestations to the contrary, this was Kuno for gods sakes, her body went its own way. All it knew was that a man had it in his power, and it was preparing itself for what it felt was coming.

Ranma stiffened in horror as she felt Kuno's free hand suddenly swat her rear. No, no, she thought, not again, not with Kuno. She could not bring herself to plead with Kuno to stop, and when a second later she felt his hand strike her upturned ass again, she gritted her teeth and prayed someone would discover them and stop this.

Then as Kuno hand continued to fall she thought of the sight she must present, and of how Akane would feel if she saw her like this. Her prayers suddenly changed from hoping someone would find them, to hoping no one would.

Like a metronome, Kuno's heavy hand rose and fell, methodically he covered ever inch of her ass. He never struck in exactly the same place twice. The liquid feeling between Ranma's legs intensified and she blushed in shame as she felt a thin trickle of moisture run down one thigh. Her breath began to come in short, sharp pants, and her hips began to involuntarily hunch against the leg she was laying over, moving in rhythm with Kuno's steady spanking.

Kuno fought to keep his mind off of the smooth, soft ass he was methodically spanking. He was not having much luck. He was acutely aware of the way it gave under his hand as he swatted its firm muscularity. Of how his blows had slowly molded her schoolgirl's skirt to every curve and crack of her buttocks. During their struggle her skirt had hiked up so that it barely covered her hips. Now as Kuno rained blow after blow on her bouncing ass, and as her hips started to thrust and squirm, it began to ride up even higher. Soon Kuno could see the bottom of her white cotton panties, and his penis went from semi erect, to rock hard rigidity. He flushed red and he had to fight the urge to lift that skirt and to apply his chastisement more directly onto the posterior that lurked under its concealing fabric.

Stealing himself, he reminded himself on his reasons for doing this. The arch fiend Saotome had made it impossible for his beloved to respond to affection. That is why she always and forever had sought to do battle with him. As satisfying as that combat had been, it had played into Saotome's hands. With that small relief valve, the love she felt for him was not allowed to build. By denying her warriors' soul the honorable combat it desired, he would force her love for him to build until it shattered the flimsy shell of Saotome's spell. He had earlier meant to ignore her challenge, but when she had persisted in grappling with him, it had been necessary to render her unable to caress him in that manner, and in so doing defeat his plan. Once he had her pinned, her upturned fundament had provided the inspiration for the next step.

He did not stop to think that there was little difference between her hitting him, and him hitting her, if his purpose was to deny her that contact. By now it would have taken far more than logic to get Kuno to give up his present occupation.

Smack, Kuno hand splatted against Ranma ass for what seemed like the millionth time. The liquid overflow from her sex was now running down both of her legs and her panties where soaked completely. Her body continued to respond despite all her attempts to control it. Her hips pressed her sex into the hard muscle of Kuno's thigh. Her breath came quicker and quicker. She suddenly realized what was happening and she vocalized for the first time since she had found herself over Kuno's lap. A small tremble in her lower region, presaged an orgasm and sent small spikes of pleasure into her brain, and as it did her voice cried out in denial.

"Noooooooooooooooooo," she yelled out in despair, lifting her head high, even as the real orgasm flooded her senses. Tears formed in her eyes, and her head slumped forward, allowing them to trickle down her cheeks and drop to the ground. In her mind the refrain was, not Kuno, not Kuno, not Kuno. The only solace she could find was that it was only a small orgasm, nothing like what she had experienced with Ryouga, and nowhere near the pure bliss she had found in Akane's arms.

She took a small pleasure in that fact. If her traitorous body was so perverted as to find pleasure at Kuno's touch, what else might it find pleasure in? As soon as she thought of that, an image formed in her mind. Kuno had not yet had his release. Was he now, like Ryouga, going to shove her to the ground, and drive his cock up her small channel? And if he did what would it feel like? Would it be bigger, or smaller, than Ryouga or Akane's? She shuddered and tried to banish the image.

Suddenly a pair of shouts rang out from two directions, from one came a voice that had Ranma thanking the gods.

"Delinquent!!" shouted a voice that sounded like it came from a preteen, and it did. Ranma twisted her red face to the side and through tear filled eyes made out the blurry image of Miss Hinako, English teacher, school disciplinarian and last but in this case definitely not least, Ki vampire.

The other shout was nowhere as welcome. "Kuno, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Akane, Ranma thought, as an another small orgasm sent an involuntary spasm of pleasure through her overheated body, accompanied by a feeling of shame at her weakness. Why did it have to be Akane?

**

Akane had gotten tired of waiting for Ranma, and with Ukyou in tow they had gone looking for her. They had questioned several of the boys that they had seen her talking to at lunch. One of them had been the boy who had directed her to where Kuno had been training.

Swearing under his breath at Ranma's ego, Akane had raced around to the back of the school, heading for the Kendo club's private club house. What he saw when he rounded the corner shocked him speechless for a moment. There was Ranma, draped over one of Kuno's legs, her legs pinned by another. Her skirt was hiked up, almost leaving her ass bare, and Kuno's arm was rising and falling, swatting the helpless girl's posterior with a rhythmic regularity.

Akane overcame his paralysis, and with a scream of outrage started running toward Kuno. Before she could reach them, a shout of, "Happo-five yen-satsu," was heard, and a wavering, flickering, borealis of energy appeared. Radiating from somewhere behind the clubhouse, it enveloped Kuno and Ranma. Within seconds Kuno was reduced to a shadow of his former self.

Suddenly bereft of support, Ranma rolled off of Kuno's substantially reduced lap, and onto the ground. She continued rolling, and coming to her feet, faced the vampire as she walked, or rather strutted around the corner. Seconds before Hinako had looked like a twelve-year-old, the yellow dress that she wore had hung loosely below her knees. Now, she looked her true age of twenty-nine, and the loose yellow dress was formed on her as if painted, barely restraining her now substantial bosom, and barely covering her generous and very sleek hips. She currently had a frown on her face, and was studying Ranma intently.

"You there, girl," she said in her husky adult voice. "How did you ignore my energy drain?"

"I wasn't generating any battle aura, you damn vampire!"

"Ranko, be careful, don't get her mad." Ukyou shouted, she put a hand on Akane arm, and said, "Don't go any closer. Hinako won't hurt her, but you might spook her. When she's like this, she gets very aggressive." Ukyou had been a few steps behind Akane, and had only arrived in time to see Hinako drain Kuno. She had not witnessed the spanking.

Akane, seeing that Kuno was not available for a pounding, at least not one he would notice, and that Ranma was ok, allowed himself to be restrained by Ukyou. They both watched the two upright figures intently.

Ranma had ignored Ukyou's yell. She was embarrassed and angry over what Kuno had done to her, and at the way her body had reacted. She was in no mood to be cautious. She wanted to fight, and Hinako was the closest available target.

Hinako, after assuring herself that Ukyou and the new student were not going to interfere in her discipline, turned to face Ranma. "Silly girl, you may not have been generating a battle aura, but neither was he." She indicated the collapsed form of Kuno with a nod of her head. "People having sex have as much of an aura as people who are fighting. If you were participating willingly, then you should have been drained, if you were unwilling and were fighting him, you would have been drained. You were not drained. Why not?"

"Maybe I wasn't doing either, maybe I was just laying there."

Miss Hinako gave a low throaty laugh. "Don't take me for a fool girl. No girl could be in the position you were in without doing one or the other. Well, no matter." Miss Hinako reached into a hidden pocket of her dress and extracted a fifty yen piece. "This will drain you no matter what."

"Hey, what if I don't deserve to be drained" Ranma yelled.

Hinako shrugged, "I don't care. I just want to see if I can drain you. There's something funny about you girl." She went into the preparations necessary for her energy draining trick.

Ranma suddenly realized that she should have been running rather than talking, and that it was too late now. She charged at Miss Hinako, hoping to disrupt her concentration and giving Ranma time to hit her pressure points and stop her ability to drain Ki for the day. She was too late. The aura of Miss Hinako's energy siphon reached out and surrounded her.

It felt peculiar, not at all like any of the other times she had been drained. Always before she could feel her energy running out like water from a glass. This time it was as if Miss Hinako was drawing something physical, substantial, solid. She felt the pull against her whole body. It felt like whatever Miss Hinako was trying to drain did not want to be drained and was holding on by its metaphorical fingernails.

Hinako frowned and increased her concentration. Slowly a glowing yellow aura formed around Ranma and began to travel toward Miss Hinako, following the trail set up by her energy siphon. As it traveled toward her, it tinted the flickering strands of Miss Hinako's projected aura a soft golden glow. If Nabiki had seen it, she would have recognized it as the same energy that had formed around Akane and Ranma the night they had made love.

"What the hell is that?" Ukyou exclaimed.

"I don't know." Akane said in a worried voice.

"Well whatever it is, it's almost reached Hinako."

Suddenly a brilliant flare of energy caused them to shield their eyes. By the time they blinked the tears from their eyes and could see again, it was all over. Miss Hinako, still adult, lay sprawled on the ground, her skirt hiked up and her skintight panties showing. She was clearly unconscious. Ranma was still standing, but gave the appearance of being disoriented.

"Ranm...Ranko are you alright?" Akane shouted, while running towards the staggering girl, managing at the last second to shout out the correct name. Fortunately, Ukyou was just as concerned as he was and did not notice Akane's slip.

Akane reached Ranma and swept her up in his arms. "You stupid baka, whatever made you challenge Kuno?" He growled in a low voice that only Ranma could hear. "You just wait until I get you home, I'll make what Kuno did to you seem like love taps. They weren't love taps were they?" Akane suddenly asked, raging jealousy apparent in every part of his body.

"With Kuno?! Are you crazy!?" Ranma was angry that Akane could even suggest such a thing. She was terrified however, that Akane might decide on a little chastisement here and now, and discover the condition of her panties. She struggled in his arms. "Come on Akira, put me down, I'm fine. You'd better go and check out the lady on the ground, she needs you a lot more than I do."

Reluctantly Akane lowered Ranma to the ground, who immediately put a good distance between her and Akane. "Akira, I'm going to head for home, why don't you take Miss Hinako to the nurse's station." Then before Akane could object, Ranma turned and pelted out of sight.

"Ooo, that Baka" He fumed. Then sighing he turned to Ukyou and said, "I suppose she's right, I really should take her to the nurses."

"I'll show you the way" Ukyou quickly said.

****

In a featureless void, nearby, but also very far away, an organized grouping of energies detected a telltale trace of the life sustaining food it required. Mindless, it's higher functions having been shut down to conserve energy, it did not think or consider, it simple used what little energy it had to spare, and moved toward the source of food.

****

Nabiki frowned, and for the tenth time in the last five minutes, checked her watch. Where was that dratted girl? She was suppose to meet Nabiki right after school. She felt a brief, and wholly uncharacteristic, stab of worry. Surely nothing could have gone wrong? Her face took on a strained look as she considered the possibilities. It was a very simple procedure, and had been in use for over five years now, but what if the doctor was new, or clumsy? Were there arteries near the area the chip went into? That a clumsily inserted needle could puncture?

Nabiki was finding out that owning Shampoo was a double-edged blade. Since the age of eleven Nabiki had kept a firm grip on her outward, and even inward emotions. With the exception of her family she had experienced nothing but amused condescension towards everyone in her life. Now this purple haired bimbo had somehow wormed her way into Nabiki's heart and thoughts, and unused to the feelings she was experiencing, she was well on the way toward losing her objective outlook. As a matter of fact, she was on the verge of wringing her hands like a heroine from a melodrama when one of her aides nudged her and brought her out of the circular path her thoughts had taken.

"Boss, what are we going to do about that?"

Nabiki came out of her reverie, and glad of the distraction, slipped into business mode. She glanced in the direction Uchi was looking. The reason for her assistant's comment was obvious. Akane and Ukyou were standing together chatting, while all the paying customers were either circling around them, or gathered in little groups, looking longingly at the new student. They were all far too nervous of the spatula wielding cook to get too close to Ukyou when she was talking to a boy. Especially if the cook was interested in the boy for herself. And it did look like Ukyou was interested. Nabiki could read her body language as easily as a book. The way she was standing, and the gestures she was using, indicated that she was very interested indeed in Akira.

Nabiki frowned, Uchi could be right. If Ukyou were to mark her claim on Akira, it would dry up a lot of income as girls gave up the pursuit as a lost cause. Then she slapped herself on the forehead with the heel of her hand. What was she thinking? She was acting like Akira was a real boy and not her sister. Akane might be friendly towards Ukyou, but there would be no romance there. The other girls would soon realize that the handsome new boy had no interest in Ukyou beyond friendship, and Nabiki would soon be flooded by requests: What was Akira's favorite food? What was his favorite color? Did he like sweaters? Did he like scarves? Did he have a favorite type of movie? And every answer would bring money into Nabiki's pocket.

Then of course there were the real moneymakers, Nabiki was already making some video captures from the film she had taken of Akane and Ranma. The ending may have been destroyed, but there were some very clear shots of Akane standing by himself prior to the time he had climbed onto Ranma. Nabiki had even taken the trouble of inserting a tape scale in the pertinent spot. Not only would they bring in the big bucks, but they would no doubt up the price she could charge for the other information. All in all they would go a long way towards making up for the revenue she had lost from the ruined film.

After all, she had taken Akane's indifference to the girls into account when she had come up with this scheme. As long as Akane showed no preference, all the girls would keep trying to catch his eye, certain that they would be the one to do it. That meant a steady income for Nabiki. Best of all, Akane could not claim her 'sister' Ranko as a love interest in order to deflect the attention away from himself. Also part of Nabiki's plan. Just as Ranma would not be able to hide behind her engagement to Akane, and therefore would supply Nabiki with a steady stream of boys interested in learning all they could of her. Nabiki well remembered how her income dropped when Ranma and Akane's engagement became an accepted fact.

To this day she kicked herself for being so eager to get a rise out of Kuno she did not stop to consider the monetary implications of informing him of Akane's new fiancee. Well, she had been young then, a year and more with Ranma as a houseguest had honed her business sense to a razor edge, and she would not soon make such a foolish move again.

"Don't worry Uchi, Akira is still available. Trust me on this."

"If you say so. Say, do you think he likes sushi? My uncle has a restaurant you know. Maybe I could ask him out myself."

Nabiki could hardly restrain her glee. Uchi was usually contemptuous of the boys in the junior years. If she was interested in Akira, most of the other girls would be as well, and if Nabiki was not mistaken, maybe a few of the younger teachers would be buying information as well. Of course Nabiki usually traded with the teachers. Being owed a favor could be worth far more than money at times.

Then a commotion drew her eyes back to her sister, and she watched in surprise as Akane suddenly pelted off toward the corner of the school, Ukyou in hot pursuit. She wondered what had brought that on? Oh well, she could ask Akane at home. Normally she would have sent Uchi to see what the problem was, but she was preoccupied.

Where was that dratted girl? Just then she felt something soft and furry rub against her ankle. At the same moment, Uchi exclaimed.

"How Kawai!! She's adorable."

Looking down, Nabiki shifted her expression from relief to censure. Holding out her arms, she waited until the cream and pink cat leaped into them, then turned to Uchi, and said. "You take over here. I have some errands to run."

"Right boss, you can count on me." Uchi said in her best sucking up voice. Nabiki did not notice, she was already walking toward the gate, her cat held close to her face as she whispered in its ear.

Uchi blinked in surprise, Nabiki getting all soft and mushy over a cat. Then a girl wanting to buy one of their general information packets on Akira distracted her, and she went back to making money.

**

Nabiki had gotten over her worry, and was now angry at her weakness. As a result she snapped at Shampoo as she was pouring hot water over the contrite feline. "Where have you been!? You were suppose to be waiting for me as soon as I got out of school!" Nabiki closed the lid on her thermos, taking her eyes off of Shampoo for just a minute, while she focused on the container in her hand. That was all the opening the amorous Amazon needed.

Shampoo glomped the startled Nabiki, and pressed her against the wall of the alley they were in. Any protest Nabiki might have made was smothered by Shampoo's warm mouth covering hers.

Shampoo satisfied herself with a relatively quick kiss, and then simply stood there holding Nabiki. She whispered in the brown haired girl's ear. "Shampoo sorry she late, doctor only get to her few minutes ago. Was Nabiki really worried about Shampoo? Shampoo miss Nabiki so much. Think about her all day."

As Shampoo snuggled up to her, Nabiki tried to be firm, but she had been thinking about the Amazon all day as well, and so for a minute she simply enjoyed the feel of Shampoo's naked body pressing against hers.

After a minute however, she reasserted her dominance by shoving Shampoo away from her, and giving her a light swat on her bare ass. In a brusk voice, she said. "Let me see. I want to make sure he did a good job."

Understanding what Nabiki wanted, Shampoo bent her head and pulled the hair away from the base of her neck. Nabiki looked closely, but except for a very slight redness, and an almost imperceptible bump there was no sign of the implant.

"Very good, he seems to have done a good job. It's really too bad he's so clumsy as to allow his patients to escape though. Tomorrow we'll go and visit him again. I'm sure he'll be quite contrite over allowing you to get away. That could come in useful in the event I need a vet in the middle of the night...glumph" Nabiki staggered as Shampoo once again glomped her, and drowned out anything she might say with a passionate kiss.

"You do love Shampoo. Shampoo knew you do."

Nabiki was feeling a bit flustered. Shampoo's attention was very stimulating, especially given what she was wearing, or not wearing rather. She was growing quite damp as a result of it. However, Shampoo seemed to be forgetting who was suppose to be in charge here. Nabiki brought her ragging hormones under control, and reached up and squeezed one of Shampoo's breasts. Not too hard, but past the level of comfort. Or it would have been on anyone else. Shampoo hissed in pleasure at Nabiki's touch, and actually moved into the gripping hand, placing one of her legs between Nabiki's and grinding her groin into her mistress's thigh. Nabiki felt the nipple of the breast in her hand grow hard, as it pressed firmly into the palm of her hand.

Annoyed, Nabiki reached around Shampoo's head and got a good grip on her hair. With a firm pull she signaled Shampoo to back off, then using the Amazon's hair as a handle, she twisted Shampoo's face around so she was looking up at Nabiki. Then she captured Shampoo's mouth with her own. For a minute they stood there, Nabiki holding Shampoo steady as she devoured her mouth. There was really no significant difference from their earlier position, it was just that now Nabiki was the one in control, and that was the way she liked it. Finally, after what seemed like hours she broke the kiss. Both she and Shampoo had rather dazed expressions on their faces.

Nabiki was the first to recover. Giving herself a shake, she extracted a bundle of cloth from her book bag. Shaking it out she revealed it to be one of Shampoo's dresses and a pair of thin silk slippers, the silk had compacted easily into a tight bundle, and had gone into the small bag with little trouble.

"Here, put this on!" Nabiki ordered. She watched appreciatively as Shampoo shimmed into the thin silky dress, her breasts sliding up the front of it like two rabbits swallowed by a greedy python. Once Shampoo had fully slipped into the form hugging dress, Nabiki pulled her towards the entrance to the alley, once again using the younger girl's hair as a bridle. They had only taken a few steps when Shampoo suddenly pulled herself free from Nabiki. Before the startled Nabiki could react, Shampoo bodily picked her up and thrust Nabiki behind herself. Nabiki surprise turned to understanding as a white form dropped from a nearby roof top and blocked the alley mouth.

In his usual manner of speech Mousse yelled out. "Shampoo!! At last I've found you. Why did you leave me all alone last night? Now that the fool Saotome has received her just rewards, surely you can't still be interested in her?"

"Mousse right. Shampoo no interested in Ranma no more."

Mousse was paralyzed with surprise, but only for a second.

"Shampoo, my love!" He shouted, as he rushed forward to glomp her.

Shampoo suddenly found herself at a slight disadvantage. She normally had no trouble handling Mousse, but she was worried about Nabiki, and as a result she divided her attention at the worst possible time. Even as she cursed herself for making a mistake she would not have made as a child, Mousse's arms encircled her narrow waist and pulled her tightly against his body. His head lowered, and before the startled Shampoo could react, he captured her mouth with his own. As his mouth pressed firmly against hers, his hands slipped south of her waist and cupped her firm ass, pulling her tightly against him.

The large bulge in his pants finally galvanized Shampoo, unlike Ranma she had no trouble dealing with overly excited swains, or ducks for that matter. Her fist drew back six inches, and then flashed forward as she rabbit punched Mousse right in the solar plexus.

In all, from the time Mousse grabbed her, to the time he folded over gasping for breath, about five seconds passed. It was just enough time for Nabiki to go over the edge. She had watched in outrage as Mousse had fondled her property, and a film of red had dropped over her eyes, obscuring her vision. Akane would have had no trouble recognized the phenomena.

Mousse looked up at Shampoo, his eyes watering, he started to mouth the word, why, when his eyes widened behind the glasses he for once was wearing. Shampoo startled by the look in Mousse's eyes spun and fell into a defensive stance. She recoiled from the sight that met her.

Nabiki was standing there, her hands clutched at her side, her head lowered, and a powerful battle aura causing her hair and clothing to flutter as if she were standing over a powerful updraft. Slowly her head lifted until her eyes could be seen, they were slitted in anger, and glowing a fierce golden color. The expression on her face was one of utter fury.

"How Dare You!! How Dare You! You little pissant pipsqueak! You sad excuse for a man! You waste of space! You utter nothing! You worthless, pitiful, insensitive, unthinking, piece of human gutter trash! How dare you touch my Shampoo!!"

"Your Shampoo!?" Mousse, who had recovered from Shampoo's blow with his usual speed, looked shocked, but then he laughed out loud. "I don't know what you're talking about. Shampoo is min..."

While Mousse had been speaking, Nabiki had crossed the space between them in a blur. Shampoo gasped in amazement, as Nabiki's hand flashed towards Mousse's throat, but then her heart rose into her own throat as Mousse easily intercepted Nabiki's attack and captured her wrist in his hand. Nabiki hissed in anger and lashed out with her other hand, only to have that one captured as well.

Shampoo wanted nothing more then to dash forward and free Nabiki, but such was not to be done. Nabiki had to face this challenge on her own. That was the Amazon way. For Shampoo to interfere would dishonor her. So Shampoo watched, face filled with fear for Nabiki as Mousse forced her hands down behind her back and pulled her into very nearly the same position Shampoo had been in moments before. Now the effects of the potion could be seen as Mousse did something he would never have dreamed of doing a few days ago. Forcing Nabiki against his body he pressed his straining erection against her soft belly. Then capturing both of her wrists in one hand, he used the free one to force her head back so he could lower his mouth to capture hers.

Shampoo had seen enough. To hell with Amazon law and custom. She was going to tear Mousse a new asshole! Before she could take more then a few steps however, the situation changed. Nabiki suddenly stopped resisting Mousse's pull, and instead plastered herself tightly against his body, at the same time her battle aura flared. Shampoo felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she witnessed Nabiki grinding her body against Mousse's. Then her eyes widened as Mousse released his grip on Nabiki and started trying to force her away from him. Nabiki's freed hands flashed around from behind her back and grabbed either side of Mousse's head, preventing him from withdrawing from the kiss.

Her aura grew brighter and brighter, and finally with a gasp she tore her mouth away from Mousse's. He sagged weakly against the wall, and this time when her hand lashed out he was unable to stop it as it closed around his throat. Nabiki strained, and to Shampoo's amazement, lifted Mousse's feet clear off the ground and slammed him against the alley wall.

"Yours?? Don't make me laugh." Nabiki said in a grating voice filled with furious anger. She closed her hand slightly and Mousse's hands rose to hers as he tried to force Nabiki's grip away from his throat. For a second he seemed to be succeeding as her grip loosened slightly, but then she grimaced and Mousse gave a gasp as her grip once again tightened around his throat.

"Get this straight Duck boy, Shampoo is mine, now, tomorrow, next week, and for the rest of her life. If you dare touch her again, I'll make the last few minutes of your life a living hell!!"

As she talked the aura around Nabiki increased even more, and small sparks began to flair out from her hair, which by now was standing straight out in a corona around her head. The sparks intensified and began to jump from Nabiki to Mousse. Mousse flinched every time a spark hit him. And still the aura grew, until it reached out and surrounded both Mousse and Nabiki, and forced Shampoo to turn her head away to shield her eyes from the glare.

Then it started to fade, and Shampoo could turn her head back. Nabiki was standing there, a shadow of the battle aura still flickering around her. At her feet, Mousse slumped, looking not unlike one of Hinako-sensei's victims. His formerly white outfit was badly charred and wisps of smoke rose from his hair.

"Is...is Mousse?" Shampoo started to ask, but then she shook herself. What did she care? Mousse had challenged Shampoo's beloved, and paid the price for his foolishness. She walked across and stood in front of Nabiki, her eyes glowing with affection, surely she had found a worthy mate, and this time there was no doubt whether or not she cared for Shampoo. Still, she could not help but take a side way glance at Mousse, and perhaps she felt a little relief when she saw he was still breathing, perhaps.

Nabiki had a look of pure bliss on her face, and Shampoo could see her eyes were dancing with joy while her body seemed to fairly crackle with suppressed energy. Before Shampoo could say a word she found herself being pulled into a rib cracking hug, and Nabiki's once again kissed her with a passionate hunger. Shampoo returned it with interest. She closed her eyes and darted her tongue forward between her lips, and into Nabiki's mouth. Nabiki responded by reaching down and gripping Shampoo's ass tightly, digging her fingers as far as she could into the Amazon's firm muscular backside. With a jerk, she pulled the shapely Amazon tight against her body and ground her breasts into Shampoo's.

Shampoo was stunned by the strength she felt in Nabiki's hands. For a minute she wondered at it, and at how Nabiki had manhandled Mousse. Then she put aside those questions as being unimportant. Surrendering to the moment, she reached down and cupped Nabiki's ass and returned the pressure. For a long while they stood there, their hands roaming over each others body, savoring the sensation invoked by the other's hands.

Shampoo felt as if she were being flooded with energy, a warm flow seemed to run from Nabiki to her. Everywhere they touched the hairs on her skin stood out straight, and a slight crackle filled her ears as the hair on her head flared out even as Nabiki's had earlier. Then suddenly Nabiki started to moan in an urgent tone of voice, and her hips started hunching against Shampoo's.

Shampoo moaned in response, and she felt her sex pulse with passion as a thin trickle of moisture ran down one thigh, but then her eyes flew open and she stared in shock at Nabiki's face, an inch in front of her own. She quickly took inventory, soft skin, gentle facial features, and cute little pointed chin. Yes Nabiki was still a girl. She had not suffered any relapse from the instant Nanniichuan. Then what the hell was currently rubbing her sex through three layers of cloth!? It most certainly was not a sock.

Shampoo tried to pull away from Nabiki in order to investigate a little more closely. Nabiki moaned in protest, and with a strength that was not to be denied pulled Shampoo even harder against that mysterious bulge. She ground herself hard against the purple haired girl, and Shampoo gasped into Nabiki's mouth as the friction between her legs started a fire in her loins. Then all thoughts of strange unexplained lumps fled Shampoo's mind as fire raced through her nerves, and her sex clenched spasmodically as an orgasm crashed through her body. She started hunching her hips in time with Nabiki. Nabiki moaned in response and redoubled her thrusting.

Shampoo could never remember feeling so strong or full of life. Energy seemed to fill her to bursting. Then Nabiki's motions became irregular, and she slammed her hips fiercely against Shampoo with a desperation the Amazon had never seen in the usually cool girl. Little urgent grunts passed from Nabiki's mouth into hers. Suddenly Nabiki shuddered, and she pulled Shampoo tightly against her as all her muscles tightened and Shampoo felt the flesh under her fingers go rigid as little shock waves raced through her own body. Then Nabiki slumped, and would have fallen if not for Shampoo's arms around her. Concerned, Shampoo shoved her away and stared into her face. Nabiki looked back at her through half lidded eyes, an expression of utter bliss on her face. Then her eyes cleared and she looked up at Shampoo in puzzlement.

"Not that this isn't fun, but what about Mousse?" Nabiki pushed herself away from Shampoo and turned to look at the mouth of the alley, she staggered, and Shampoo placed a hand on her arm to steady her. "Whooo," Nabiki said, bringing a hand to her head to stop it from spinning. "Some rush." She looked at Mousse's charred form laying against the wall, and turned and lifted an expressive eyebrow at Shampoo.

"Not that I really mind what you do to him, but you might want to take it a little easier next time. I don't want anyone else putting you in a cage but me. If you kill the jerk, there won't be much I can do to keep you out of jail."

Nabiki turned, and with the cautious steps of someone who is not entirely sure if their body will do what they want, made her way to the mouth of the alley. Reaching it, she looked back at Shampoo who had not moved an inch since Nabiki's caution.

"Well," Nabiki said in an impatient voice. "Are you coming? Or are you just going to stand there admiring your work? Come on, chop, chop! We have to get my mark on that cute little butt of yours." With that Nabiki turned and walked out of sight around the corner. Shampoo finally shook off her paralysis and chased after her, noting as she did that she still felt absolutely glorious.

Seconds later the alley was empty but for the still smoking form of Mousse, and one seriously pissed demonic spirit.

*

"AaaaRRRRgggg," Urgant screamed in rage, "That bitch, that little half breed bitch. How dare she. I'll rip her open. I'll feed her guts to the dogs and make her watch. I'll fill her holes with hot lead. I'll pluck out her eyes and use the bleeding wounds for my pleasure."

This went on for some time before Urgant finally calmed down enough to think rationally. Pacing back and forth in the alley, occasionally walking a little too far and passing through the surrounding walls, he tried to think of what he was going to do. He turned, and once again examined Mousse, then had to fight down a resurgence of his anger when he once again confirmed that all the energy freed by the potion was gone. "Fucking bitch," he cursed. "The nerve of her. What do they teach youngsters these days? In my day if I'd stolen energy from a superior demon, I would have been roasted on a spit, and my sexual organs would have been served slice fine...while I was still alive."

As pissed as he was at the half demon stealing what he considered his own, he was not really that surprised. He would have done the same thing himself if the opportunity presented itself. It was her next action that had really driven him over the edge. Instead of hoarding the energy like a good little devil, she had given it to her purple haired plaything. Unthinkable, what sort of demon would do such a thing? She must have done it to spite him, there was no other explanation. She was rubbing his face in his current situation in as vulgar a fashion as possible. "Well, the little bitch will get hers soon enough."

Urgant's expression went grim as he went over his options. It was no longer an option to wait for enough energy to build up to allow him to make a complete transformation into the Amazon's body. There was too much risk of the little bitch taking it again before he was ready. The other option was also out of the question. After several days of hovering over Mousse he was doubly blessed if he was going to share a body with the little pissant. That left only one course of action open. He had not given it consideration before because of the potential lethality of it, but now he was left with little choice. Besides, he thought, if he managed to pull it off, there would be at least one nice little perk, namely a pretty little virgin of his very own to play with. A virgin that no one would miss, because no one would know she existed.

Then, while no one was aware of what he was, he would carefully build up his power base, accumulate energy, and when he was ready he would take his vengeance. That little half demon would become his own private little cock slave. She would exist for no other reason then to service him for the next two thousand years. And, he would make sure she led a very busy time of it indeed. For the rest of her miserable life she would never have a single one of her holes empty for longer then was necessary to keep her alive.

****

Back at the school, Akane looked down at the unconscious body of Miss Hinako, his face flushed and sweating. The teacher was laying on one of the beds in the infirmary, and the sight of her massive breasts nearly spilling out of her top was proving very distracting to Akane. He felt his penis shifting in his pants, and quickly looked away from her. Where is Ukyou? He thought. She went to find the nurse fifteen minutes ago. What's taking her so long? A sudden moan from the recumbent teacher drew her attention.

He moved closer to the bed and leaned over to look into Hinako's face. With only minor success he tired to block out all thought of her glorious breasts from his mind, and focused all his attention on the fluttering eyelids that indicated Miss Hinako was waking up.

"Sensei, are you alright? Are you feeling any better?"

For a minute Miss Hinako's eyes did not seem to focus. Then they locked on to Akane's face, and began to glow.

Akane fought the urge to back off as Hinako's eyes began to shimmer with a soft golden gleam. Instead as she started to rise, he placed both hands on her shoulder and gently pressed her back down on the bed. "Miss Hinako, I think you should rest. You've had a shoc...mhmppp."

Akane words were cut off as Miss Hinako threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Her mouth pressed desperately against his, and her tongue thrusting deep into his mouth. For a minute Akane just stood there, his arms waving out to the sides, bent over the passionate English teacher. His mind had seized up due to conflicting demands. On the one hand, his rational mind wanted very much to escape this embarrassing situation, but on the other, his body was enjoying the sensation of Hinako's lush body pressing against it very much, and cast its vote for staying just as they were. The sound of the door opening swung the balance over to the rational side.

Breaking Miss Hinako's lip lock with difficutly, Akane pushed the struggling teacher away from him, and turned to the door. At the sight of Ukyou standing there his female instincts took over. If he had really been a boy, he would have made a bad situation worse with futile denials. He did not even think of denying the situation.

"Ukyou, thank god! She's gone crazy! Help me get her calmed down."

Ukyou stood frozen in the doorway, her heart had nearly broken when she had walked in and seen Akira forcing himself on Miss Hinako, but his desperate cry for help had made her look at the situation a little more closely. A careful examination showed that Akira was holding off Miss Hinako, and that she was trying to pull him into a tighter embrace, rather than the other way around as Ukyou had first thought.

Leaping across the room, Ukyou helped Akira disengage himself from the grasping teacher by the simple expedient of using her battle spatula as a crowbar. Once free, Akira quickly placed himself out of range of Miss Hinako. While Ukyou placed her battle spatula between them and Miss Hinako, and used it to keep the crazed teacher at bay. Akane took advantage of her defense to back up to the door, and ease it open.

Seeing this, Miss Hinako cried out in a desperate voice. "No, come back! I need you." Raising her arms, she used her ability to fire off the energy she absorbed from people, to send a blast his way.

With a startled cry of, "look out!!" Ukyou placed herself directly in the path of the energy flow, trying to use her spatula as a shield, and was blasted across the room for her trouble.

"Ukyou!!" Akira cried out in shock. Ignoring the collapse of Miss Hinako, who had fainted after releasing her energy blast, Akane dashed across the small room to where Ukyou was imbedded in the wall.

As he got there the Okonomiyaki chef fell out of the depression her body had made in the wall. Akira caught her before she could hit the floor. "Ukyou? Ukyou? Are you all right?" Akane brushed the hair away from Ukyou's face and peered frantically at her still countenance.

Ukyou moaned in pain and her eyes fluttered open, "What?" Then she squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her hands to her head. "Oh Shit, I hurt."

"Easy, take it easy. You're going to be alright." Akane looked over Ukyou with concern, concern that turned to anger when she saw that she seemed to have suffered no serious damage. "What the hell were you thinking?" he shouted. "Jumping in the way of that energy blast like that! You could have been badly hurt!"

"You're welcome," Ukyou said, looking up at the large boy holding her in her arms.

Akane flushed. "Sorry. I appreciate the effort, really I do, but you didn't need to do it. I'm built big and strong enough to take my own blows. I don't want to be rude, but I've had my fill of other people fighting my fights for me. Promise me you won't do that again. I don't think I could bear it if something were to happen to you because you took a hit meant for me."

Ukyou looked up at the handsome boy who was holding her. He cares, he cares enough to lecture me on not getting hurt. Suddenly a spasm shot through her body, she clenched her hands tightly on Akira's arm and gasped as a wave of sensation rocketed through her body. An orgasm magnitudes larger than any she had ever self induced wracked her. Gasping, she stared wide eyed at Akira, trying to control her body. Her efforts were in vain, another spasm shot through her body, followed by another.

Tears flowed from Ukyou's eyes, as the humiliation caused by her body's betrayal made her flush in shame even as her body was rocked by another spasm.

Akane looked down at the thrashing girl in her arms in shock. Ukyou was having the same convulsions Ranma had suffered through four days before. How on earth? Then it came to him, the mysterious golden energy that Miss Hinako had drawn from Ranma, the way she had reacted to Akane when she had woken on the infirmary bed.

Miss Hinako had absorbed the magic that had caused Ranma to suffer uncontrollable orgasms that night. Then she must have passed that energy on to Ukyou. Akane shifted her grip to hold Ukyou a little more firmly as another spasm shuddered through her.

Akane was frantic. What was he going to do? He couldn't cure Ukyou the way he cured Ranma. Even as he denied that possibility the feeling of the attractive girl writhing in his arms was having a strong effect on his libido. He could fell his penis twitching in his pants and his face was starting to turn red with passion.

No!! I won't do that to Ukyou! It would be no better then rape. There has to be some other way! Think, girl, think. Doing his best to ignore the girl in his arms, Akane went over the facts in his mind. Hinako had absorbed the energy from Ranma, but she had merely been overly passionate. There had been no sign of her having orgasms. Then she had blasted Ukyou with the energy she had stolen from Ranma, and now Ukyou was suffering just like Ranma. That did not make any sense. Why would Ukyou suffer like this when Miss Hinako did not? It had to be because of Miss Hinako's weird metabolism. Somehow it let her handle the energy better. That was no help in the present situation however.

Wait, what was it they learned in science about energy. You could not transmit one hundred percent of a body of energy, there was always loss. Miss Hinako could not have absorbed all of the energy in Ranma, she had managed to run off afterwards, and she would not have managed to do that without having energy. And she had not sent all the energy she had taken into Ukyou, because she was still in her adult form. So it stood to reason that Ukyou must have a much smaller dose of energy then Ranma. That meant there was a good chance she would come out of it on her own, if only Akane could keep her from hurting herself.

"I'm sorry Ukyou," Akane said to the thrashing girl in his arms. Reaching down he found the point on her neck he needed. Akane squeezed, and a second later, Ukyou's body went limp as the pressure point Dr. Tofu had once shown him took effect.

Akane sighed in relief, but he knew this was only temporary, she could not keep knocking Ukyou out like this. It might cause damage. Not for the first time in the last few days, Akane found herself wishing Dr. Tofu had not gone off into the wilds of China to study herbal medicine. It would have made their life much easier if he was still around to help them with these weird new problems.

Sighing, Akane stood up, and holding Ukyou in his arms made for the door. He would just have to cope the best way he could, and right at the moment that meant getting Ukyou home where she could get over this in private.

****

In the void, much closer, and not nearly so far away as before, a bundle of energy threw a tantrum. Or as much of a tantrum as a mindless ball of energy with only the most basic imperatives could. It had been going so well, it had located the energy, and had initiated pre-programmed instructions in order to convert that energy into a more palatable form. Then it had lost the connection it needed. The energy was still there however, and while it was could not be absorbed in it's present state, it was still visible, the program would follow it, and wait for the next chance to convert it to a more usable form.

****

Careful as Akane was, he did not manage to leave the nurse's office unobserved. Ranma had not gotten very far after leaving Akane before a wave of exhaustion had washed over her. She was forced to lean against the school and recover from the energy drain Hinako had performed. It had taken some time, and as a result she was still nearby when Akane left the nurse's station with Ukyou in her arms. Ranma had witnessed this with a worried frown on her face, and had decided to find out what had happened. She followed as best she could, but even burdened Akane was making enough speed that in her weakened condition Ranma had a hard time keeping him in sight. As a result she was a block or so behind when Akane reached Ucchan's.

*

Akane landed by the rear door of Ucchan's with a thump. He heaved a sigh of relief. It looked like he had made it. In order to preserve Ukyou's reputation he had been very careful about slipping out of the school yard, and once free of prying eyes he had taken to the roof tops and using a roundabout route, had worked his way carefully to the restaurant. He had not been seen, but had ended up traveling four times as far as he normally would have. Light as Ukyou felt in his arms, it was still a long way to carry her.

Now all he had to do was unlock the door and slip himself and Ukyou inside, and they would be safe from prying eyes. Akane suddenly froze in the act of reaching for Ukyou's keys, and a blush suffused his face. Damn I forgot about that, he thought to himself. For a minute he contemplated kicking the door down, but decided he really did not want to explain the broken door to Ukyou. Why oh why did Ukyou have to keep it there. Akane knew she was protective of her restaurant, but sometimes she really took it to extremes.

Steeling himself, he reached down to extract Ukyou's house keys. His hand had just nestled between her firm breast and the bindings that covered it when with a slight moan Ukyou's eyes fluttered open. Akane froze and could only stand there as Ukyou's eyes ran from his face down to the hand that was currently fondling her breast.

Akane committed the cardinal sin of perverts caught in the act, "Ah I can explain, this isn't what it looks like."

"Eek!!! Pervert," <CLANG>

For the first time since acquiring his curse, Akane came face to spatula with the first law of teenage males. When caught in a compromising position, their ability to dodge decreases by the square of the degree of embarrassment caused to the girl. In this case Akane was rigid as a block of stone.

**

Ranma stuffed a hand in her mouth and folded over in hysterics, she had arrived just in time to see Akane whomped by Ukyou. Knowing full well what would happen if Akane were to hear her laughing she was using extreme measures to muffle her glee. Even with the hand shoved almost all the way into her mouth, she barely managed to keep from alerting Akane to her presence.

*

Ukyou stood panting over the comatose Akira. How dare he, the pervert. Just when she was starting to like him, he had to go and act like all the other hentais around here. Then her eye was attracted to a flash of silver in Akira's hand. Her house keys. Her hand flew to her chest in a reflexive action. She did not really need the confirmation. She would recognize that Okonomiyaki key tag anywhere. For a minute she fumed at this fresh evidence of where Akira's hand had just been, but then she took stock of her situation. Why am I here? I was in the nurse's station last I remember. She suddenly flushed as she recalled the convulsions that had wracked her body. There was only one explanation for her presence at her back door. Akira had to have carried her here. But that would mean... Suddenly mortified at her actions, Ukyou dropped to her knees beside Akira.

"Oh no, Akira are you alright? I'm so sorry I didn't understand." The only reaction was a mumbled response.

"Just five more minutes Kasumi." That was all Akira managed to get out before his head lolled back in a dead faint.

"Oh damn," Ukyou swore. Setting her battle spatula aside she retrieved her keys from Akira's limp hand. After opening her backdoor she started the laborious process of dragging Akira inside.

She made two steps, before the convulsion hit her. She fell to the floor and writhed as her pleasure center was stimulated to the maximum. The program currently controlling the little ball of energy had no interest in inducing any sort of positive reaction from Ukyou, it merely wanted to convert enough of the raw magic in her body to a usable form in order to waken it's primary function. It did not care if she enjoyed the process.

Ukyou screamed out in pain as her muscles pulled her limbs into contorted shapes. She was on the verge of snapping tendons and breaking bones when a light pressure on her neck sent her down into peaceful darkness.

**

Ranma stared down at Ukyou, her face beaded with sweat, and a look of utter shock on her face. She recognized the symptoms from Nabiki and Akane's description, and she emphasized deeply with what Ukyou had been going through. She still remembered her own feelings of helplessness and misery as her own body betrayed her. But, how had Ukyou gotten a dose of potion? And why in hell had she taken it? If she had a curse, Ranma would have discovered it long since. Deciding that answers could wait till later, Ranma picked up Ukyou with a grunt of effort, and stepping around the still comatose form of Akane, she carried the unconscious cook inside and upstairs to her bedroom.

****

The small ball of energy hummed in contentment. While its source of energy had been cut off prematurely, it had enough energy to initiate transfer. While it would have preferred to wait until it could bring up it's sentient component, the situation had been allowed for. Once bonded to the bearer of the energy, it would be able to absorb sufficient life force to initiate full reboot. It proceeded to make it so. It downloaded itself into the comatose form of its new host and started to initiate full activation.

The program had a rather limited set of responses to a limited number of situations. It had been ordered to avoid energy readings of a magnitude such as to indicate the host contained the complete energy quotient of a Jusenkyo curse. It had not been instructed to avoid forms that contained a fraction of that energy. Regent had reasoned that any cursed person taking the potion in a correct manner would be available as a host long before the energy level reached a toxic level. After all, if nothing showed up within a few days, he was dead anyway. He had not known about Hinako.

The program happily absorbed the last little bit of energy it needed to activate it's primary function, then mindless of the massive amount of energy already eating away at the barriers that protected it's core personality, shut down to allow the maximum amount of energy for the awakening program.

****

Regent awoke, and because he was not human, and could react at speeds far exceeding a purely biological entity, had enough time to scream, "Oh SHIT," as a wave of energy crashed through the flimsy barriers protecting him and washed over his awareness, blinding him to everything except that brilliant golden energy.

****

Akane came to himself sputtering as a small dribble of water splashed down on his face, and into his nose and mouth. He raised a hand and deflected the last of the cold water Ranma was in the process of dumping over him.

"Ah, the pervert wakes up, about time!"

"Who are 'you' calling a pervert? Pervert!"

"I don't know, why don't we ask Ucchan? Maybe she knows."

Akane turned brick red, and he whispered while looking around frantically for the Okonomiyaki cook. "You saw?"

Ranma smirked at her, "yep, everything. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, fondling a helpless girl like that."

"RANMA!! You know it wasn't like that!" Akane shouted as he heaved himself to his feet and took a swing at Ranma, which the small girl avoided with ease, a fact that surprisingly enough brought a frown to her face.

Why couldn't she have dodged Kuno that easy, Ranma thought. As usual when she was out of sorts, or when she had something on her mind, or had lost a fight unexpectedly, or when she had not gotten enough sleep... Oh hell forget it, as usual when she was awake, she let her mouth run. "I don't know why I should know it wasn't like that," she shouted back at Akane. "You've been awfully free with your hands lately. I don't know why I shouldn't think you'd be any different around Ukyou. Far as I'm concerned you got what you deserved when Ukyou belted you... Hey! Let me go," Ranma cried out in surprise, as Akane swung a leg at her, and then plucked her out of the air as she jumped straight up to avoid it.

Akane had no intention of letting Ranma go, he was feeling deeply embarrassed, and was looking for a way to relieve that feeling. Ranma as usual had obliged. Stepping backward, he fell into one of Ukyou's chairs, which groaned from the strain, but held. With a jerk of his arm he pulled Ranma across his lap.

"Cut it out Akane, this ain't funny!" Ranma yelled, but inside she was secretly pleased, she had finally gotten a rise out of Akane. Sure, this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but it was something a least, and really, it was no worse then Akane beating the crap out her as per usual when Ranma went too far in her ragging. Akane ignored her half hearted shout of protest. With a look of complete seriousness he reached down and flipped Ranma's schoolgirl skirt up, baring her panty covered rear. Up went his hand, and then down, to splat against Ranma's ass. Ranma was vociferous in her objection to this treatment. "Hey, I said cut it out Akane!"

Akane ignored her, "I _ told _ you _ what _ was _ going _ to _happen _ if _ you _ got _ me _ mad!" Akane bit out between his teeth, every word punctuated by a meaty smack as his hand crashed down on Ranma's rapidly reddening rear. Despite the stoic expression on Akane's face, Ranma was very soon presented with proof that he was not indifferent to the possibilities presented by Ranma's current position. She felt his cock rapidly becoming fully erect, and it was soon as hard as a rock, and pressing firmly against her thigh through the layers of cloth that separated their bodies.

Ranma earlier pleasure at getting a rise out of Akane was diminished considerably by this new rise she was getting out of the large boy, but the mind numbing fear that had overtaken her with Kuno did not seem to be affecting her this time. That did not stop her however, from feeling a great deal of apprehension over the situation she was in. Akane had been all over her the last few days, and despite Ranma's firm desire to not have sex with the male Akane, she was not so sure that Akane was willing to go along with that, and in his present form he had the muscle to back himself up if he decided to ignore Ranma's wishes in the matter.

Her fear was not diminished any by Akane's present actions. Despite his words, the spanking Akane was administering was not that painful. It stung, no doubt about that, but it was far from causing real pain; unlike some of the thrashings Akane had dished out to Ranma on other occasions. Rather then going for severe pain and dislocated joints this time, Akane was caressing Ranma's bottom cheeks as much as he was chastising them. Ranma squirmed in Akane's lap, as against her will, Akane's hand began to wring pleasure from her. The sharp pain from each of Akane's blows, was intermixed with a soothing stroking sensation. The feel of that big hand softly caressing her ass, which was still sore from her earlier encounter with Kuno was having a very powerful effect on her. Once again she felt the telltale moisture between her legs that let her know the potion was still in her system, and still causing havoc with her emotions.

Still, despite the burning need in her loins, Ranma was nowhere near falling into the panic stricken, muck sweat that had overcome her in Kuno's grip. She was in Akane arms, or rather across Akane's lap, and that seemed to make all the difference in the world. Ranma was once again experiencing the feeling of rightness that seemed to fill her whenever she was in contact with Akane. Even it seemed, when that contact involved Akane blistering her tender little rear.

Another thing that was keeping Ranma from panic was that unlike Kuno, Akane was only holding Ranma lightly in place with a hand resting in the middle of her back. He was exerting no where near his full strength, but rather was just resting his hand there with no more pressure then that created by its own weight. As a result Ranma had no real sensation of being trapped, but as normal, despite Akane's slack grip, Ranma made no real effort to escape her well deserved chastisement.

As pleasure began to speed her heartbeat, and her breath started to quicken, she allowed the sensation to flow over her, and she just lay there enjoying the experience. She would have never voluntarily chosen her present position, but now that she was in it, she did not find it onerous. Akane's hand continued to alternate it actions, gently swatting her rear one moment, caressing it the next. She started to grind her groin into Akane's thigh in rhythm with his swats. Pleasure spiked through her, and the heat and color in her bottom were well matched by the flushed expression and sweat beading on her face. She hardly noticed when Akane's hand stopped it's up and down motion, and just rested, slowly kneading her muscular backside.

She did notice however, when Akane's hand slid under the band of her panties and with one quick motion stripped them down to her knees. Her eyes flew wide, and the lazy lethargy that had overcome her vanished in a blink. A spike of fear shot through her belly and she jerked her head around in preparation to blasting Akane for his presumption.

Her shout died in her throat when she spied Akane's face. His eyes seemed to be glowing a soft gold. And was that a hint of fang showing behind his upper lip? For a second she stared in surprise, but her battle sense snapped her out of it. Ranma's twisting of her upper body had almost freed her from Akane's loose grip, and she hurriedly decided that she was seeing things, no doubt because of the stress of the situation. She moved to take advantage of Akane's slack grip. A dozen possible actions raced through her mind, in less then a second she considered and discarded them. Most of them would require that Ranma cause extreme pain to Akane in order to be effective, and that was not something she was prepared to do. Then a new possibility occurred to her, one that had only a peripheral relationship to martial arts. But then, that was why her school was called anything goes.

One and a half seconds after Akane had pulled her panties down Ranma acted. Her hand flashed out, and her fingers slipped into the soft spot under Akane's short ribs. Akane, who had been slowly stroking his hand up Ranma's inner thigh, let out a startled "whoof," and his body twisted as if Ranma had stuck him with a cattle prod. He jerked his body desperately, trying to move away from Ranma's burrowing fingers, to no avail. Ranma followed every move he made, digging her finger into Akane side, and bringing tears to the large boy's eyes as he tried to keep from whooping with laughter. He rolled Ranma off his lap in an attempt to escape his tormenter, again to no avail. Pausing only long enough to pull her panties up, Ranma sprang at Akane. Weaving around his flailing arms, ineffective due to Akane's near debilitating effort to suppress his laughter, she sent little digs into either side of the large boy's waist. Each one brought a stifled gasp of laughter from Akane, and a jerk from his body. Finally the chair he was sitting on, the victim no doubt of one too many fights, choose that moment to collapse. Akane thumped down onto the floor, his eyes widening at the sudden fall. Ranma stopped her attack to stare at the fallen boy. For a second they looked at each other, then slowly a grin spread over both their faces and Akane lunged at Ranma. The battle was rejoined.

Akane had little more luck standing then he had experienced while sitting, he knew his only hope was to get a hold of the slippery little devil, but she managed to keep always just inches out of his hands, all the while lashing out with a carefully aimed foot or hand. It was not long before Akane was curled up in a ball on the floor, futilely trying to guard his aching ribs.

Laughing almost as hard as Akane, Ranma jumped astride him and started trying to dig her hands down between his arms and body, trying to reach the soft little spot under his rib that would continue to drive him mad with laughter. That was her undoing. Akane flexed a massive arm and pinned Ranma's hand in place. Then too weak from laughter to do anything else, he rolled to the side carrying the small girl with him and pinning her under his heavy body.

For a little while they just lay there, both breathing in great gulps of air, trying to replenish lungs that were sore from laughter. After a while their breath and heartbeats returned to normal, and Akane mock scowled at Ranma. "You stinker," he said. "You fight dirty."

Ranma cupped her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes at Akane, before responding in as Kawai a voice as she could manage. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a poor helpless little girl who has to defend herself from big perverts anyway I can."

Akane laughed, and rolling over on his back, pulling Ranma over on top of him as he did so. He hugged the little girl to himself, and for a second was tempted to resume what Ranma had interrupted, but then he took stock of their current situation. Tables and chairs had been shoved aside in their recent struggle, some knocked over. In the middle of all this was the shattered remains of the chair Akane had been sitting on while spanking Ranma.

"Oh no!" Akane said, "Ukyou's going to kill us."

"What you mean us white man? It was your fat ass that busted the chair... Hey oww... stop that." Ranma said as Akane swatted her rear. Not wanting a repeat of her recent spanking, Ranma hastily said. "Alright, alright, don't start all over again, or Ukyou really will kill us."

Suddenly Akane sat up, dumping Ranma onto the floor as he did so. "Ukyou! Deities, where is Ukyou!?"

"Damn! Ukyou! I forgot all about her." Ranma said, slapping her forehead with the heel of her hand. "After she gave you what you so richly deserved, she had some sort of attack. I think it might have been the same thing I had, but I don't know how it could be."

"Miss Hinako," Akane said flatly. "When Miss Hinako drained you, she took out something different from what she usually takes. I don't know what it was, but it sure wasn't Ki. When she came around in the nurse's station she went crazy and grabbed me. When Ukyou tried to help me, Miss Hinako blasted her with the energy she took from you. I don't know what it is, but it must be what was causing your problems a few nights ago. Ukyou, started having the same type of seizure you did, so I used a pressure point and brought her here."

Ranma scowled at Akane. "Planning on administering the cure where you wouldn't be interrupted," she said in a voice that was laced with jealousy. She felt a sudden coldness, as she contemplated Akane and Ukyou together. Then she shook it off, she loved Akane, Akane loved her. That fact was the one good thing to come out of all the craziness of the last few days. Ranma would never again doubt Akane's affection.

"What?" Akane asked, puzzled, then he turned bright red as he grasped the implications. "Are you kidding, I couldn't do that to Ukyou. I figured she must have only a small amount of whatever it was, and that with a little rest she'd be fine."

"Well, she still had enough in her to drop like a rock after she whacked you. I had to use a pressure point on her as well. I took her into her bedroom before I woke you up."

"I'd better check on her," Akane said. He rose from the floor and walked around the grill and up the stairs toward Ukyou's room. After he had left, Ranma fell into thinking about her recent wrestling match with Akane. Her fight with Kuno had been weighing heavily on her mind, it was not so much that she had lost, as why she had lost. As soon as she had felt Kuno's erection she had lost all rational thought, and her fighting skill had fled with it. She had blamed the potion for it, but just now she had very nearly beaten Akane, who in her present form would not even work up a sweat in taking Kuno out. She started to examine the situation, forgetting about the sexual aspect of it, and looking at it from a purely tactical standpoint. Her recent tickle fight with Akane showed that she could fight back against a stronger foe. She had more skill then anyone this side of Cologne. Skill that could easily overcome her disadvantages. So long, that is, as she could get over the overwhelming fear that rendered her helpless this afternoon. A glimmer of an idea formed in her mind, a horrifying idea, but one that might solve her problem. It was really horrendous, but Ranma would endure just about anything to regain the self respect she had lost this afternoon.

Still, if Akane had been few minutes later in coming back from looking in on Ukyou, Ranma would more then likely have thought of something else, or talked herself out of the idea. But Akane came back at just the right moment, or the wrong one, depending on how you look at it, and had barely set foot into the dining area when Ranma blurted out. "AkaneIwantyoutorapeme"

Akane tangled his feet and almost fell on his face as he looked in shock at Ranma. "NANI!?" he cried out. "Are you out of your mind!? How can you joke about something like that after what's happened?" Akane shock was fueled by his bodies reaction to Ranma's blurted out request, his penis had hardened almost immediately, and he had to fight down a nearly overwhelming urge to take Ranma up on her offer there and then.

For her part Ranma looked like she would give anything to retract the words she had just spoken, but steeling herself she continued. Not looking at Akane she explained her request "I'm not joking Akane, I lost to Kuno... to Kuno, Akane! I shouldn't have, but I did. I was so damn scared of what he might do to me if I lost, I couldn't even focus on fighting him."

"But..."

"No buts Akane. If I had managed to fight him half as well as I just fought you, I'd have beaten him easily. When you pulled down my panties, I panicked a little, but when I first started tickling you I had no trouble focusing on what I had to do. What you might do to me if I lost never really entered my mind. I need to train Akane, just like whenever someone came up with a style I needed to beat, I have to train. Before it was always just fighting, now it's different, but the same thing should work. I don't want to have sex with a guy, but it's happened twice already whether I wanted it or not. It might have happened again if Kuno hadn't of been interrupted. Akane if Kuno had fucked me, I think I might have killed myself, I don't think I could have handled it. Ryouga was one thing, I respect his fighting, and I know he was affected by the potion. Kuno is something else altogether. I know it's hard Akane, it's a lot to ask, and I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but I'm asking you to think about it." For the first time since she had started her speech, Ranma looked at Akane, and big sweated.

Akane was standing there looking at Ranma with eyes that were fairly blazing with golden light, his breath was coming fast and hard, and there was a very large bulge in his pants. He took a half step towards Ranma, and then seemed to shudder, with a moan he turned away from Ranma and stood there with his hands clenched tightly against his sides. "Understand?" He said in a hoarse voice. "You don't understand anything! You'd never have said anything so stupid if you understood!" Akane turned back to face Ranma. "Do you have any idea of how much I've been holding back for the last few days? Yesterday in the bath and shopping was fun, but when I took you that first night, that was one of the most wonderful things I've ever felt. Feeling your body surrounding me, was...was...I can't even begin to describe how it was, and now you ask me to rape you! Ranma I couldn't pretend something like that, I don't think I could stop if we started."

"GOOD!" Ranma said with great intensity. When Akane only looked at her in shock, she continued. "It wouldn't be no good if you were only pretending, I have to know that if I lose, I get raped. I love you Akane!" Ranma looked surprised at herself, "I love you," she repeated in a sort of wondering voice. "I want to be a guy again and make love to you when you're a girl, but just because you're a guy and I'm a girl right now doesn't make me love you any less. I won't...I can't...make love to you like this, not freely, but if I had no choice, I don't think I'd mind really. And maybe, if we do this, I can learn to deal with my fear."

Akane looked at her, then once again turned his back on her. "I can't deal with this right now," he said in a hoarse voice. "Look, we have Ukyou to worry about. Let's get the situation with her taken care of, then we can talk about this.

"We can't keep using that pressure point on her," Akane continued, "we might do her some harm if we keep putting her out like that. I wish Dr. Tofu hadn't gone off to China to study herbal remedies. We could really use him for this. I can't even imagine how we could explain to another doctor what is going on."

Ranma put aside her own concerns, she knew Akane was right. They had to help Ukyou. Besides she was just as happy to drop the subject. The speech she had just given had been illustrated in her own mind by some very disturbing thoughts and images, images she was not ready to face right now, images that caused a feeling of heat to wash over her body. Wrenching her mind out of the loop it had fallen into, Ranma said. "You got that right. And I can't even change anymore to prove to him we're not wacko."

For a minute Akane thought about reminding Ranma that he could now perform that function, but he did not want to rub Ranma's nose in her situation, and besides, he was not sure he liked the idea of putting himself on display in front of some stranger. Instead she focused on Ukyou.

"But what can we do? If she wakes up again without being over it, she might hurt herself. I thought you were going to break your back when it was happening to you." Akane suddenly got a thoughtful look, "wait a minute. Maybe we could restrain her like they do in the hospital, they have to deal with seizures all the time."

"Where would we get something like that? Rope ain't no good. If we tied it tight enough to restrain her, we'd end up doing more harm then good."

"Nabiki," Akane said, "she has a whole box of restraints in her room. You get over to the house right now, get back as soon as you can, I'll keep an eye on Ukyou." Ranma gave her a doubtful look, but followed her suggestion.

After she left Akane sat down. He hoped she'd make it back before Ukyou woke up. If she didn't, Akane had the strength to restrain Ukyou, but he'd rather not do that if he did not have to. Ukyou had only met Akira today, and finding him forcing himself on her would be very traumatic. If it came down to it Akane decided, he would have to tell Ukyou the truth, there was no other way. He stood up with a sigh, and hoping Ranma did not get sidetracked, started straightening up the furniture he and Ranma had knocked over.

To Be Continued...

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