THE SHIKIMA INTERFACE 05:

CONSEQUENCES

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

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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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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 her own dose of Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to Shampoo.

Nodoka on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided that Ranma would have to learn how to behave as a girl in order to not bring dishonor to the Saotome family name while they wait to see if she will ever regain her masculinity.

Ukyou had been selected by a higher power to become a demon hunter, and has acquired a spirit guide named Yousee for U.C., which is short for Ukyou-chan. It seems when Yousee selected a body for her assignment on Earth, she chose one that looked just like Ukyou. But don't worry, they're easy to tell apart. Yousee is the one who's eight inches tall.

Last chapter we left Nabiki facing certain death at the hands of an angry Cologne. What will happen to our spunky businesswoman?

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PART A

Ryouga Hibiki climbed the stairs toward Akane's room. All around him the Dojo was silent. No one was stirring. No one was in sight. Stopping outside her door, he hesitated. Then, from inside came the muffled sounds of a girl crying. The sound bit into Ryouga's soul and he flung open the door to Akane's room.

"Akane, what is it? What's the matter?"

Akane, who had been curled up in a ball of misery on her bed, looked up as her door slammed open. "Ry....Ryouga?" She asked, then her face fell, and sobbing as if her heart would break, she flung herself across the room and into his arms.

Reflexively, Ryouga closed his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest. "Akane? What's wrong? What's happened?"

"It's Ranma." Akane sobbed into his chest.

"Ra...Ranma?" Ryouga stuttered as a feeling of dread filled him. Once he would have reacted in rage to the news Ranma had made Akane cry, but that was before...

"He's left me Ryouga. Something happened. He's trapped as a girl, and he doesn't want to change back. He told me he was going to find a real man, not a make believe one like me." Akane's voice was not steady as she said this, she cried and choked on tears as she got it out, but finally she finished, and she looked up at Ryouga with tears streaming down her face.

"Ryouga-kun, you think I'm a girl don't you? You don't think I'm an uncute tomboy?"

"Of course Akane. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

Akane's face lit up at his words, but then she looked him in the face and her expression changed to one of accusation. "You're lying! You're just like all the rest of them. You think I'm not really a girl at all. You're wrong! I am a girl, and I'll prove it." Akane wrenched herself out of Ryouga's arms and dropped to her knees.

Before Ryouga could react, she had undone the ties to his pants, and had fished out his erect cock. Without the slightest hesitation, she darted her head forward and took him into her mouth. Ryouga's hands had been moving toward her, intending to push her away, but as her hot wet mouth engulfed his manhood he stopped. Moaning in pure pleasure, he let his hands rest on her head as it bobbed up and down on his shaft.

"Oh Akane." He moaned in pleasure. He ran his hands through her silky hair, wrapping her pigtail around his fingers. Pigtail... Ryouga let his gaze drop. He looked in shock at the redheaded girl who was sucking his cock with great enthusiasm. Ryouga's shock turned to dismay as he felt an unstoppable force building in his balls. With a groan of despair, he shot a heavy load of cream into the girl's mouth. For a little while she continued to suckle on the stunned boy's cock, but eventually she pulled her face away from his belly and looked up at him.

"Not bad, Ryouga. Tastes a little like bacon." Ranma said with a smile.

*

"Arrrrrgggghhhhhhh!" Ryouga woke with a scream, a sheen of sweat coating his body. He lay on the ground, his breath coming in great gasps. He tried to bring his hand up to wipe his brow, but without success. Looking across at his hand, he saw a thick green rope holding it in place. Then it pulsed, and he realized it was not a rope. It was some sort of tentacle. There was another one holding his other hand in place. That was when he felt the sensation in his groin. Looking down he saw another tentacle, this one thicker then the ones holding his arms in place, disappearing into the front of his pants. For a second he stared, too shocked to move, but then he felt the warm wetness engulfing his cock, and once again he screamed.

"Arrrrrggggghhhhh"

**

Nearby, a blue haired girl stood on a rocky bluff looking out over a barren and twisted landscape. The rock that formed it was obviously of volcanic origin, and flowed in an almost organic pattern. Looping and tumbling, younger rock flowed over older flows. All of them together humped up and over each other to form a roof over the entire vast area.

It was a cavern, but like none ever found on earth. Instead of darkness as black as a demon's soul, it was lit with a dull red light that seemed to come from everywhere and no where. It was not an even light. There were pools of almost blinding illumination, and areas where darkness did indeed reign supreme. It was home. Or at least the place where the girl's parents lived.

Ryouga's scream of rage floated through the air, and reached her, but she didn't pay any attention. Screams of rage, and passion, were commonplace in this realm. Miko Mido sighed to herself. She had not spent as much time with her mother recently as she would have liked. Finishing university and her martial arts training had fully occupied her time. It had taken a message from her mother requesting that she come and visit to make her realize how long it had been. Jumping from the top of the bluff she set out for her parents' home.

**

Up in the shadows, three beings watched Miko bounce by with great appreciation.

"Well, well Ergan, it would seem the old home has added some things since we were last here."

"I'll say" Ergan answered his companion. "I tell you, Extefan, if I had known they had hot running girls now, I'd have been back long since."

Nendex, the last of the three, had been keeping an eye on the running girl. He nodded his head in agreement, but the rapid growth of the six foot penile tendril between his legs spoke volumes more than his nod. Extefan and Ergan were similarly showing their approval of the young girl's appearance. Since their unexpected and sudden discorporation in the mortal world, the three demons had been hiding in the outskirts of the Shikima realm. trying to keep a low profile. The appearance of what appeared to be a fully human female had lured them from their hiding place.

"Shall we go and say hello, do you think?" Extefan said with a leer.

"It would only be polite." Ergan leered back. The three demons left their high perch and set out after the bouncing girl.

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An hour later:

"Arrrgggggh," Ryouga screamed, as he brought his umbrella down on the top of what passed for the monster's head. Rebounding away from his foe, he watched with satisfaction as it slowly fell in on itself, and turned into a gelatinous sludge that seeped away into the cracks and crevices that covered the blighted landscape. Then, as the adrenaline from the fight left him, he sagged, exhausted. He had not slept in three days. He didn't dare. He was in hell, and if he slept, he might not wake again. Look what had happened when he had let himself nod off for a minute.

For three days he had battled constantly. Monster after monster had come after him, hungry for his flesh. Those that could speak would almost always open with a comment of how delicious he looked. Ryouga gave a bitter laugh. To think that he had thought being free of his curse would never mean having to fear being eaten again.

The laugh changed to a cough, as intense pain racked his side. Examining himself he found that this last monster had managed to get through his defenses, and had actually managed to inflict a fairly nasty wound. Being so exhausted, even the toughness he had learned to create during his Bakusai Tenketsu training was wavering, and it was almost completely automatic requiring no effort on his part to remain in effect. It was a mark of how low his reserves were falling.

Once, he would have screamed to the heavens that it was all Ranma Saotome's fault, but he knew better this time. This was his fault. He had raped Ranma, an act totally unforgivable, and he had been sent to hell for it. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He would never see Akane again, never be cuddled to her bosom again. Never be held in her arms, safe from the indignities a cruel world held for a helpless little pig. What a fool he had been. What he had called a curse had been the greatest blessing he could ever have hoped for. However, even as these thoughts crossed his mind, he knew he would never give up his precious cure. No matter how he longed for the comfort of Akane's warm arms cuddling his pig form, he longed even more to feel them around his human body.

A sharp high pitched scream suddenly wrenched his attention back to his surroundings, and he cursed himself for letting his attention wonder. In this place not paying attention was a capital crime. He oriented as best he could on the direction the scream had come from, and started to make his way toward it.

Ryouga blinked in amazement, and not a little shock at the scene below him. Three small, puke colored Demons, well, small in comparison to the ones Ryouga had been dealing with, these were half again as large as he was, were sitting on the ground, moaning in pain. They were all facing each other, their legs crossed so that their groins were pressed close together. Each of them was blessed with a penis more than six feet in length.

A few days before that would have amazed Ryouga, but he'd seen far more impressive ones in the last three days. What was widening his eyes was not the demon's endowments. It was the fact that a blue-haired girl in tight clothing that hugged ever inch of her body, and with a red hair ribbon holding back her long hair was currently braiding those endowments as if they were so much rope. Even as Ryouga watched, she tied a final bow in the very end, and stepped back to admire her work.

"Bitch!" One of the demons moaned. Ryouga's ears pricked up. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.

"It's your own fault!" The girl retorted, "what were you thinking, attacking me like that? It's been two years since any of you lesser Shikima had a chance with me."

"Who the fuck are you?" One of the other demons spat out, and again, Ryouga thought he sounded familiar for some reason.

"You don't know who I am?" The girl said with some surprise. "Where have you been for the last three years?" Then her glance turned in Ryouga's direction, and he ducked down out of sight. However, she was not looking for him. Instead her gaze swept from the area behind him back to the three bound demons. She started to chuckle. "Ah, so you've been guesting with the ladies. You must have more stamina than you show."

"Ha, bloody ha," the last demon said. "Big joke. I've been without for so long I'd wear a female down to a husk if I got the chance. We've been trapped in a temple for the last two thousand years, and not a sniff of a female in all that time." Ryouga's face twisted into a frown. He knew he'd heard that voice before.

"Ah, so then you don't know me. I'm Miko Mido, daughter of King Sikima."

The three demons looked at her aghast.

"You're Sikima's daughter?"

"You're the daughter of the king of the Shikima?"

"No bloody way!"

Were their responses to this statement. Nendex, who had objected to her story, continued. "You're fully human form, not a tentacle or horn on you. If you're the daughter of the king where are your demon markings? Every demon, unless warded, has to show his nature in some way. Completely human looking ones have to have demon markings clearly showing. Where are yours?"

"I'm only half demon, and I've spent my whole life being trained in the Miroku ninja clan's sex-craft. I have almost full control of my nature. My demon-half only manifests when I'm under severe stress, and when it does there's no question as to my nature. The rest of the time my human side is paramount."

"Daughter of the demon king?" Ryouga mused to himself. In his exhausted state he had focused on that, and had missed the rest of conversation while he thought over the implications of that fact. It was a good thing he had stayed hidden. She might have lured him in and then killed him. She looked completely human to Ryouga. He would have let her get close with no fear at all. "Well," he decided, "No point in hanging around here. Might as well leave her to her meal..." Ryouga suddenly froze, a memory had twitched in his weary head. The strangely familiar voices, the reference to a temple. It couldn't be, could it?

"Look, just let us go girl, and we won't give you any more trouble. Extefan, Nendex and me, we'll just go away. Alright?"

"Ergan?" Both Miko and the three demons turned in surprise at the faint voice. Standing above them, and looking down at their little group, was a figure in a yellow shirt and black pants, a massive backpack on his back.

"Ryouga!?" Ergan said incredulously. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"It is you!" Ryouga answered, ignoring the return question. He had no idea of how he got here, and was more concerned with his friend at the moment. "What happened to you? How did you end up in those bodies? Is it a Jusenkyo curse?"

Before Ergan could reply, Nendex broke in. "That's right, Ryouga. This is a demon princess. She's trying to start her own army. She kidnaped us and splashed us with water. We were too embarrassed to tell you about our curses, what with us being priests and all. You have to help us."

"Hey! What the heck is going on around here?" Miko cried out. She had been looking back and forth between the two of them with growing confusion. Nendex's last outrageous statement had jerked her out of her bemused state. She glared up at Ryouga. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you a Suzuka?"

Ryouga unslung his umbrella from behind his head and brandished it. He tried to point it toward her, but the last blow he had delivered with it had left it with a decided kink. As a result as he tried to sight down its length, he ended up pointing it off over the horizon somewhere. He finally gave up and placed it behind his back with the precise care used by the very drunk, or the very tired.

"My name is Ryouga Hibiki, and for what you have done to my friends, I will punish you."

Miko facefaulted, and the three demons big-sweated.

"He's gone around the bend." Nendex muttered.

"No, he's just totally exhausted." Ergan replied, a look of concentration on his face.

The other two demons looked at him in surprise. "You can still access him?" Nendex asked.

"I wish! No. Without Urgant's mirror, I can't get fully into this head. There is a trace of the old connection though. Enough to feel his mental state, but not enough to make him do anything."

"Damn!" Nendex said, "I was hoping you could use him to distract her while we got away. I didn't survive two thousand years of total boredom to become a meal three days after we end up back here."

Ergan was focusing intently on Ryouga, who was moving around so he was between Miko and the demons. He gave a small smile and nodded his head in satisfaction. "It's still there. I was afraid it might have broken when the mirror was destroyed, but his session with the redhead must have sealed it."

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Extefan demanded.

"You know Ryouga's a berserker right?"

"Well of course."

They all looked at where Ryouga was making a bull rush toward Miko. She sidestepped and tripped him, sending him face first into a large rock. They winced, but Ryouga got back to his feet, none the worse for his fall. The rock was not so fortunate. Ergan sighed in relief and went back to his explanation.

"Well, when I was working on getting him to nail the redhead, I had a lot of trouble. He's got some very strong feelings about forcing girls. Shit, he's got a major phobia about even talking to one, for Lucifer's sake. On the other hand, he had some really strong repressed feelings about the redhead. Real, real repressed. He had them buried under one hell of a pile of mad. You remember how he was always ranting about how Saotome had ruined his life. Turns out half of that was because of plain old denial. You know how hung up humans get about some things. Seeing as how he was so mad at her, and had all that bottled up passion, I worked a linkage between his two strongest feelings for her, lust and anger. All the anger he feels for Ranma is now hooked straight into his libido. With any luck it might work the same way here if he gets mad enough at the bitch."

Ergan cast a speculative eye over to where Miko was facing off against a very tired, but still very mad Ryouga. Ryouga threw a punch at her that she easily avoided by somersaulting straight up and over him. As she passed over his head she let go with a kick that caused him to stagger forward several feet before catching his balance. He turned back toward her, an angry expression on his face.

Ergan nodded in satisfaction. "If he gets angry enough at the bitch, his balls will take over, and all those restraints about forcing girls will get bypassed. He'll become a fucking machine, and I mean that both ways, all his anger gets dumped into his sex drive. You saw what happened with the redhead, how calm and controlled he got once he tipped over the edge. Once he gets going, he won't stop until he's exhausted his ability to get it up. With all the Shikima magic he must have running through him by now, if he goes into that state, he'll be keeping the bitch busy for at least the rest of the day, even if she is Sikima's daughter."

"That's not going to do 'us' much good," Extefan protested. "He's mad at her for what she's done to his 'friends' and 'benefactors', but he looks too damn tired to be thinking with his balls. He is only a human after all, no matter how strong he is."

"Shit! You have been away a long time," Ergan said. "If that bitch was telling the truth, and she is Sikima's daughter, then she isn't going to give him any option."

Just then Miko made another leap that carried her over the three bound demons. Looking straight up between her spread legs Ergan spotted a tell-tail wet spot where her tight silk pants pressed into the cleft of her sex. Ryouga had to come to a stumbling stop to avoid running into the three bound demons. Carefully, he made his way around them, and once again set off after Miko.

Ergan sniffed the air, and his prick gave a sudden lurch, much to the dismay of his fellow captives.

"Fuck!" They both screamed at once, then cried out in pain again as Ergan started to forcibly unknot their cocks. "What the shit do you think you're doing!?" Extefan screamed, trying to knock Ergan's hands away from his tender member.

"Shut up and help me, asshole! Can't you smell it? Didn't you see her pants? The bitch is practically flooding the place with pheromones. If we don't get ourselves untied, we're going to mangle each other." The others looked at him wide eyed, and then hastily began to force their members apart, holding their breath all the while, and gritting their teeth against the pain. After several painful seconds, the three of them were free. Now that the risk to their most precious possession was gone, they took the time to assess the situation.

Even as they watched, Miko landed a brutal kick to Ryouga's chin. The blow staggered him back several feet, where he tripped over a small boulder and fell onto his back. His lack of sleep and reluctance to fight a girl, even one that was really a demon, was clearly hampering him. Obviously her fully human, and very female, appearance was keeping him from really being able to believe she was what she said she was.

"Damn!" Ergan swore as he closed his eyes to better concentrate. "He's not getting mad enough. He had a real mad on at that redhead when I set those links. He has to get at least that mad if he's going to tip over the edge. He's nowhere near that angry at her... Unless...?"

"I don't like the sound of that," Extefan said. He looked worriedly at Ergan who was looking a little pale himself. "What's the problem?"

"Ah, well... I just realized something. I wasn't all that careful the last time. All I wanted was to get his motor going. It could be that the only person he can cut loose on is the redhead. I linked his anger into his lust all right, but it might be it was just his feelings about Ranma in particular. Could be that he'll be just his normal half-witted self with any other girl. Maybe he won't be able to take the fight to the bitch after all."

The three demons looked at each other, then as one they said, "Lets get the fuck out of here!" Scrambling madly, not watching where they were going, only wanting to put as much space as they could between themselves and the vengeful daughter of their king before she finished with Ryouga, they headed out, traveling toward the area Ryouga had just exited.

*

Miko Mido had been thoroughly enjoying herself. The last two years of training had really paid off for her. When the three demons had jumped her an hour or so ago, she had handled them easily. Never once had they pushed her to the point where she had needed to use her sex-craft. Instead, she had kicked butt using nothing but her martial arts training, a vast improvement over her situation of a few years ago.

The Miroku clan ninjas, who had expelled Miko's mother over her relationship with Miko's father, practiced a very special style of close in fighting. Basically, while they were accomplished fighters, their real skill did not come into effect until they had seemingly lost the fight. At the time their skills had been created and perfected, the fate of an attractive female who was defeated in battle was pretty much guaranteed. The Miroku had taken full advantage of this situation when they created their style. As a result, more than one supposedly victorious warrior had met his death between the legs of his defeated foe.

Over time word of their 'talent', and the danger of exercising the victor's rights with them got around, and the Miroku had to adapt. They mastered the arts of inflaming their opponent's lust to the point where they discarded rational thought when the opportunity to slake that lust appeared. From the time they were able to walk, the women of the Miroku were trained in the use of their body, and how to use it to inflame their opponents. By the time they reached puberty they had full mastery of their clan's sex-craft, and could use it to devastating effect. Ingrained behavior kicked in at the merest suggestion of battle. Subtle body language enticed their opponent, attacking him through his visual senses. The release of pheromones affected him through his sense of smell. Subtle strikes given in the course of battle affected him through his sense of touch. Artful little noises that affected the opponents primal instincts at a level far below his awareness made use of his hearing. Only the sense of taste was not used in the preliminaries, but it was in the later stages. All the time their bodies were enticing the foe, it was also preparing itself for the coming activity. A Miroku Ninja in combat was always at full sexual readiness, and it was not uncommon for their juices to leak through the fabric of their outfits, and to inflame their opponents even more.

Miko suddenly sprang backward several yards and looked at Ryouga warily. He had suddenly shifted his fighting style, and was glowering at her with a face red with rage. She watched him closely, wondering if he had been playing possum. As she did so, she tried to analyze his new style. It was like nothing she had seen or heard of. Her teachers had always warned her to be careful when fighting someone who used an unconventional stance or attack. They might be an untrained wanna-be, or they might be a master of some esoteric art.

Suddenly Miko let out a snort of laughter. Ryouga hadn't adopted some new and bizarre fighting style to surprise her with. He was not red with rage. What he was, was embarrassed, and his supposed secret fighting style was merely his efforts to hide the fact that he had a raging erection. Trying to keep a smirk off her face, Miko moved back into fighting range, confident she had Ryouga's measure.

Miko had been brought up never knowing her heritage, but she had not gone untrained. Her Grandmother had trained her in all the Miroku arts. She had been an excellent student and had quickly become the greatest master of sex-craft in her generation. However that did not mean she was the greatest fighter. Far too often for her liking in her earlier years she had been defeated and raped by her opponents. True, in the end, she had always been victorious. Once the battle moved into the sexual arena she was able to defeat her foes with relative ease, but the fact that she had to do it in that way rankled.

Unlike the average Miroku, Miko had been raised in normal human society. Outside of her training with her grandmother, she had lived as a normal girl. The Miroku saw rape as the start of the real fight, Miko could not help but look on it as a defeat and a failure on her part.

As a result, for the last two years, from just after the Cyborg Suzukas had attacked the Shikima realm, she had trained to perfect her skills in the martial arts. The sweat and effort had been well rewarded. The proof being the ease with which she had handled the three demons.

However, as the battle between her and Ryouga continued, her satisfaction over that victory was souring. The young man she was fighting was not putting up much of a fight at all. He was clearly in bad shape. She could see he was favoring his side, and through a rent in his shirt she could make out three claw marks seeping blood. On top of his injuries, he seemed to have a great reluctance to strike her. Not to mention that he gave the impression that the fact he was aroused was a matter of great personal shame. He could be a Suzuka ninja, the Miroku's greatest rivals in the field of sex-craft, faking it, but she didn't think so. As far as she knew the Suzuka were no more. Besides, the boy didn't seem to have one iota of sex-craft. She knew her own skills well, and how much she had improved since the last time she faced the Suzuka. She did not think that she could be fooled that badly anymore.

Miko decided to try and defuse the situation before the boy got hurt. "Look, why don't we talk about this. Those demons lied to you. It's clear that you know them from somewhere, but I'm not your enemy."

For a second the boy hesitated, then his expression firmed as much as his exhaustion would allow. "Liar!" He cried out. "I heard what you said. You said you were the daughter of the king of this hell. Those were my friends you were hurting. They gave me the most precious gift I've ever received. They gave me back my manhood. They were priests, monks! For what you did to those good men, I will punish you." He pulled the umbrella from behind his head once again, and charged.

Miko bounded out of the way, feeling exasperation at his stubbornness. Why wouldn't he listen? He has seen what his so-called friends looked like. Surely he didn't think they were really priests and monks?

Her expression of exasperation turned to one of shock as the boy brought his bent and battered umbrella down on the boulder that Miko had been standing in front of a second before, and it shattered. She drew in a shocked breath, and suddenly became much more worried. The boy was far more dangerous than she had thought, if that had connected with her... She shuddered. Still, she could not really bring herself to think he was a true enemy. He seemed so pathetic. On the other hand, she couldn't keep dodging like this all day. As tired as he seemed, he gave no indication of stopping. Even now, despite trickling blood from several scratches caused by the exploding boulder, he was still coming after her.

Miko back flipped several yards away, and considered her options. She didn't want to fight him anymore, but she had to stop him before he hurt himself, or got in a lucky blow. In the last two years she'd done more than just improve her martial arts. She had, at her mother's insistence, worked on understanding the gifts she possessed from her father's side of the family.

The Shikima were like humans in many ways. They had a common nature, but wildly varying skills and talents. The vast majority of Shikima were Succubuses and Incubuses. Some of those were dream stalkers. Coming to mankind, and womankind, in their sleep they drained them of energy through sexual dreams. More rare was the Shikima who could physically interact in the real world with humans, taking on the image and behavior of the one their victim lusted after. Those Shikima were always of the higher classes, and rather than being ravenous feeders, could pick and choose when and whom to drain. Eight hundred years ago, before the Shikima were restricted to their own realm by the agreement with the Miroku, those Shikima had wondered the earth freely. The fact that they were able to control their hunger, rare in demons, let them move easily among their prey.

Miko was not a Succubus herself. Her skill in draining energy was pretty much non-existent, but she had discovered that she had some of the lesser Succubus's gifts. One of those was tailor-made for the current situation. As she continued to avoid the shambling figure or Ryouga, she concentrated. Slowly an aura began to form around her, and extend toward Ryouga. He blinked bleary eyes at it, and then it washed over him.

*

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Mr. I've-got-a-cock-and-you-don't. How's it hanging, Pig boy?"

"Ranma?" Ryouga said incredulously. He had been fighting the demon girl, then she had stumbled and caught her hair on something. When she straightened, her hair had stayed behind. Or rather the wig she had been wearing had stayed behind. Her body also seemed to shift and change. Ryouga stared in befuddlement at the familiar redhead in front of him. While he did so, the scenery seemed to fade and shift as well, and he suddenly found himself in the Tendo Dojo.

He looked around wildly, and suddenly realized he was sitting up in a pile of sheets, and a Futon was under him. "A dream... It was all a dream?"

"Yo, earth to Ryouga, you in there Mr. P?"

Ryouga looked up at Ranma, who was bending over to look him in the face. The front of her shirt fell open and her glorious breasts were displayed, a dangling double handful of delight. A hand lightly slapped him across the face, and he realized that he had been staring for several minutes.

"God Ryouga, you really are a pervert." Ranma said, standing up and backing off a few feet. "Don't you get off enough looking at Akane? Not that she has anything to really look at."

"A dream," Ryouga said in a faint voice, "it was all a dream."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on Ryouga, I want to get this over with before everyone wakes up." Ranma took a fighting stance and waited expectantly.

Ryouga stared in surprise for a second, then the last of the cobwebs seemed to leave his mind. He suddenly realized what was going on. He had finally managed to corner Ranma into giving him the fight he was owed. If he could beat Ranma here, she had promised to acknowledge him the greater fighter. Ryouga gave a laugh. "Sorry Ranma, I was having a really weird dream, but I'm ready to put you in your proper place now." Ryouga got off the futon, and matched Ranma's posture. Narrowing his eyes, he growled. "Ranma, this is the day you pay for all the hell you've put me through."

"Big talk coming from some guy who doubles as a plush toy." Ranma said with a laugh. Her laughter suddenly turned into a gasp of shock as Ryouga blurred across the room and grabbed her by the throat. Spinning, Ryouga hauled her off her feet and slammed her up against the wall. Ranma's fingers frantically pulled at Ryouga's clasping hand, but couldn't shift it even a fraction of an inch away from her delicate throat. Ryouga grinned in delight at her frantic motions to free herself.

"Surprised Ranma? Did you really think you'd be able to keep one step ahead of me forever? I finally mastered speed. Now, not only am I twice as strong as you, I'm twice as fast as well."

Ryouga started to lower his hand, forcing Ranma to her knees. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his trousers, and fished out his 12-inch cock. Ranma's eyes bulged in fear, and she tried to beg for mercy, but Ryouga only laughed. Tangling both hands in her hair he forced her head forward till the head of his manhood crushed her lips. For a second Ranma resisted, then giving in to the inevitable, she let her mouth open and Ryouga thrust in past her teeth, shoving aside her tongue. He reached the entrance to her throat and continued on. A bulge formed on the soft skin of her neck as his giant member forced its way down. Finally, Ryouga was buried balls-deep in Ranma's mouth, and he savored the sensation. Ranma's throat worked frantically, whether to speak or to breathe, Ryouga neither knew nor cared. All that mattered was that the sensation was exquisite.

But delightful as the sensation of having his balls resting on Ranma's chin was, there were other places that would feel even better. Pulling his hips back, he withdrew himself from her wide-spread mouth. A streamer of spit and pre-cum hung from the tip and arched across to Rama's still partially open mouth. Wrenching her head up, he smiled down at Ranma, who looked back up at him with glistening eyes.

"Please Ryouga, fuck me. I need it so bad."

"If you insist Ranma, who am I to argue."

Spinning Ranma around, he forced her to bend over till her head touched the floor and her ass waved in the air. Ripping her pants from her body, he fell to his knees and slammed his cock home with one massive shove. Deep into her body he surged, her hot flesh parting like butter in front of the hot knife of his cock. His thighs spanked home against her upturned cheeks, and his balls swung forward against Ranma's clit. Ryouga felt her tight passage convulse as she orgasmed around his raging manhood.

"Oh gods yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Ranma screamed in ecstasy as Ryouga pulled almost all the way out, then thrust home yet again.

Ryouga shoved on the middle of Ranma's back with one hand, forcing her balloon-like tits to flatten out against the floor. He bent over her body and slid his free hand between one of her squashed breasts and the floor. Back and forth he sawed his cock as he hunched over her small body. Pulling out till the head emerged, then a second later plunging deep into her body. Every time he slammed home, a grunt escaped from Ranma, and the breast in his hand was shoved forward firmly into the palm. Bringing his other hand around, Ryouga grasped Ranma's free breast. Rearing back, he pulled her body up off the floor, using her soft tit flesh as handholds as he intensified his thrusting. Looking down, he watched in satisfaction and lust as his massive meat powered into Ranma's body again and again.

"Who's the real man now, Ranma?" Ryouga shouted, as he pounded his hips against her upraised ass.

"You are. You are! O god, fuck me harder Ryouga. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!!!"

Ryouga felt his balls start to ache with a familiar pain, and with a last gasp, he hammered himself home, his cock sinking balls-deep into the writhing girl under him as he shot load after load of male fluid deep into Ranma's submissive body. Ryouga slumped forward over his defeated foe, his victory complete.

*

With a soft sigh, the boy, who a minute before had been hammering at Miko's upturned ass, rolled over and lay on the ground, deep asleep.

"Well, that worked great." Miko said ruefully, as she rubbed her aching posterior where Ryouga's thighs had slammed into it repeatedly. "God, he must have cement for muscles. I'm going to be sore for a week."

Miko had tried to use her limited abilities to shove the exhausted Ryouga over into a dream state, and hopefully from there into a real slumber. She had succeeded, but had made the mistake of getting too close to the boy before she realized he was still moving. Even though he was deep in a sex dream conjured up from his subconscious, he had stayed on his feet, and before Miko knew what was happening, he had her by the throat. After that, it was the same old story of Miko's life. Meet male, get raped. Oh well, at least she could claim it was part of her plan all along.

Miko knelt down beside the sleeping boy and took a closer look at him. Under the dirt he was really quite handsome. She let her gaze slip down to where his flaccid, juice coated cock was slowly but steadily regaining its erect state. She blinked in surprise. That was impressive. For a human to recover and be ready to go that fast was very good.

It was too bad his attributes were so, well, so 'human.' After the last few years, Miko had a hard time taking anything less than eighteen inches in length seriously. A fact that had cost her in her few attempts at a human boyfriend. It was really quite frustrating. She could have all the sex she could handle, or she could have love, but not, it seemed, both. Humans got upset if you slipped out to knock off a quickie with a multi-gifted demon. And as for finding love with a demon, the closest she came was with her father, and he was not exactly eligible in the sex department. Not that he would object, and Miko had a sneaking feeling that her mother would welcome her into their bed just as warmly, but her human upbringing meant she could not get comfortable with the idea. A low moan broke into her train of thought, and she blinked in surprise as the boy on the ground lifted an arm and brushed it across his forehead.

Ryouga tried to wipe the gritty feeling from his face, and gave up when he realized the feeling was on the inside. He lowered his arm, opened his eyes, and gazed into the face of the demon girl he had been fighting. She spoke up hastily before he could do anything.

"Hold it, don't start anything!" She moved a few feet away and knelt back down, holding out her open hands in a peace gesture. "See, I'm not doing anything threatening. Lets just talk and get this thing straightened out."

"Why should I trust you?" Ryouga gritted out. "You may look human, but I heard you admit to being a demon."

"I only said my father was a demon. My mother is as human as you..." Miko took in Ryouga's fangs, and remembered his strength. "Actually, more human than you. Look, for the first eighteen years of my life I didn't even know about my father. I was raised by my grandmother in the human realm. I still spend most of my time there. I'm only here to visit my mother and to practice my martial arts."

"You're a martial artist?" Ryouga asked in surprise.

"Not as good as I thought I was, but yes, I'm a martial artist."

Ryouga cast his mind back to the fight. "Actually you're not bad. You were doing fairly well against me."

"Only because you were exhausted, but as soon as you got your hands on me it was over, I didn't have a chance."

"Got my hands on you...?" For the first time Ryouga noticed she was missing her pants, and the front of her blouse was ripped away from her breasts. Normally he would at that point have started spouting blood like a fire hose, but the horror caused by the implications of the girl's words and the missing and damaged clothes completely bypassed that reaction.

"Oh gods, not again! Tell me I didn't do it again!"

"What?"

"I didn't...didn't..." Ryouga gestured in a way that encompassed Miko's disheveled state, and his own exposed manhood, which he hastily tucked away.

"Rape me? Yep, and you didn't do too bad a job of it, for a human. You're awfully strong, and not just for a human either. I don't think I've ever met a demon as strong as you seem to be, at least not without being a dozen times bigger, that is."

Ryouga stared at her incredulously. "You don't mind!?"

Miko shrugged. "Not really, I'd have rather we could have done it differently, but it was still nice enough. Being raped is part of the territory around here. I'd hoped I'd gotten good enough to avoid it, but I guess I still have some work to do." She looked at him appraisingly, taking in the bulge in his pants. "We could still do it the romantic way, if you like?"

Another thing that had changed with Miko was that she had finally accepted her high sex drive. It made her life a little easier, and cut down on the mayhem when she walked down the street. Frustrated, she tended to emit pheromones, and that had a habit of stimulating the people she passed on the street. After one too many cute boys had walked in front of a car after she had passed, she had decided to give in to the inevitable and just enjoy herself. She was still determined to find that special someone though. You never knew where he might turn up. Ryouga had been nothing special the first time, but maybe while wide awake...

Ryouga ignored her less than subtle invitation. Something else had floated up out of his confused mind. The dream. "Did you do that. Did you make me dream of doing that to Ranma?"

"Ranma?" Miko said in puzzlement, and then her face cleared. "Oh, was that the name of the girl in your wet dream? Funny name for a girl, but I didn't have anything to do with who was in your dream, I'm not a mind reader. I just put you in a state where you'd dream about the one you most wanted to have sex with. Who was she? Some sort of TV star or something?"

"NO! That's a lie! I don't want to have sex with Ranma. She's a guy!" Ryouga leaped to his feet. "I'm not listening to any more of this! You're a demon. You couldn't beat me with your fists, so you're trying to make me crazy!" Ryouga turned and ran, or rather stumbled very fast. His five minute nap had done very little to give his body the rest it needed.

Miko watched him go, a bemused look on her face. "'She's a 'guy'" Miko repeated to herself. "And he thinks I'm trying to make him crazy." Then her bemusement fled as she realized the direction the boy was running in. "Hey! Stop! Don't go that way! That's the female's section! Oh shit!" Miko set out in bounding leaps after the boy who was just rounding a corner in a nearby canyon. The same one the three demons had disappeared down a half an hour ago.

Miko rounded the corner, and saw nothing. The boy was not in sight. She looked down the length of the canyon to the next bend. "He couldn't have made it that far, this fast. Could he?" Without options, she raced down the canyon, and around the corner, and almost ran into a multi-tentacled monstrosity nearly twenty feet high and just as wide. Several eyes swiveled down to look at her. There were three yelling and pleading creatures caught up in its various grasping members.

Miko skidded to a halt just inches from the hulking creature, which whipped an eyeball-tipped tentacle around to look her straight in the face. A horrible burbling voice bubbled up from somewhere deep inside the creature. "Miko! Look at what I found Miko! They're just the cutest little things. Don't they look sweet and cuddly? I was just taking them home to introduce them to all my other friends. Klaus, and Helmut and Gunther and Fritz and..." The creature's voice suddenly trailed off, and then started again in a much subdued voice. "I can keep them, can't I Miko? I found them, and they weren't with anyone else. They're not yours, are they? Please, please Miko, say I can keep them."

Miko looked up at her three erstwhile attackers. They looked back with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes a Shikima demon could manage. The sight was vaguely nauseating. Well, Miko thought to herself. The one did say that if he ever got a chance at a female he'd wear her down to a husk. I think Orrangesh-chan should keep him busy for a few centuries.

"Sure honey, they're all yours."

"Oh thank you, thank you, Miko. Orrangesh-chan is so happy. She'll take ever so good care of them."

"I'm sure you will honey. Did you see a human boy run by just now?"

Orrangesh-chan shook her upper half violently, which caused her captives to be flailed hither and yon. Miko winced as Extefan and Nendex were battered against the canyon walls. "Uh-uh, Orrangesh-chan only see Orrangesh-chan's new friends. Orrangesh-chan not see any other nice thing."

"Thank you Orrangesh-chan. Have fun." Miko waved and then turned and bounded up to the top of the canyon. There was no way she could have lost the boy, but somehow she had.

Ignoring the noises coming from behind her, she bounded away toward her Father and Mother's favorite hot spring. They had sent her a message to come and see them. That was why she was here in the first place. As she left, she couldn't help but wish that her parents lived on the female side of the Shikima Realm. It would make her life so much less 'interesting'.

*****

Several hours later. Another place, another surreal landscape, this one manufactured from gleaming chrome and glass. In this place, the light was also uneven. Soft fluorescent lighting warred with the brilliance of the late afternoon sun, and lost. A vast cavernous building, filled with thousands of people, all talking and shouting at the same time. Every few minutes their incessant noise would be drowned out by a roaring scream as the image of a gleaming silver bird flashed by the windows.

Through the maelstrom of people who filled the airport terminal, a bubble of space moved. In the center of that space was an attractive young woman was strolling along. Her fine brown hair tied into a loose pony tail and drawn forward over her left shoulder. As she moved through the crowds, they eddied and parted before her, and closed up behind her. She was never jostled, never had to pause. She walked forward with a smile on her face, and for a brief second, as she passed, similar smiles appeared on the faces of the harried travelers who parted around her. Kasumi Tendo was almost home, and the joy in her heart seemed to reach out and hug all those near her.

Kasumi eventually made it to the taxi stand, where the driver jumped from his seat, and took her luggage. Placing it in the trunk, he quickly came back and held the door for her. She gave him a cheerful smile, and his face looked like it might crack as he returned it. She was almost home, almost home. The words sang in her head. Kasumi's fingers itched. She could feel the shape of her favorite vegetable knife in them. Recipes ran through her head. A list of things to do followed after. Oh, it was going to be so good to be home again. She hoped Aunty Nodoka had not done too much while she was away. Kasumi settled back in her seat humming a happy tune. The driver of the cab drove toward his goal, and found that his hangover from the night before had vanished, and the sour pain in his gut was gone. He felt great. Without being aware of it, he started humming along with his passenger in the back seat.

*****

The setting was much more mundane than the previous two, but it had its elements of chaos as well. Cologne, elder of the Amazon tribe, the most fearsome fighter in all Nerima, stood in the mouth of an alley. Her battle aura cast sharp-edged shadows down its length. Drawing a deep breath, and focusing all her will on her target, she prepared to fire a blast of energy that would reduce the ravager of her granddaughter to ashes.

When Shampoo looked up from the fallen figure of her mistress and lover and stared at the contorted face of her Obaba, she knew that words would not stop what was coming. Timing her move to perfection, she interposed her body between Nabiki and Cologne just as the latter let loose her vengeful blast. Crossing her arms in front of her, she skidded backward two feet as her battle aura shed her Grandmother's blast, diverting it around both herself and Nabiki. Shampoo did not come out unscathed. The edges of her clothes began to char, and the trailing edges of her hair simply disappeared as the wind rushing by Shampoo pushed them outside the protection offered by her aura.

When finally the blast subsided, Shampoo dropped her arms and stared at Cologne, who looked back, her face white with shock. Shampoo was fairly shocked herself. She had not expected to come out of that in anywhere near as good a condition as she had. She had no time to think of that however. Her Great Grandmother was temporarily off guard from shock. Shampoo knew that would not last. "Nabiki, you go home, find Ranma." She shouted. Then she attacked.

Shampoo had only once seen her Grandmother fought to a standstill, and that was by Ranma using the Neko-ken. Shampoo could not achieve the full Neko-ken herself, but her time spent with her cat curse gave her a certain insight into it. She could not hesitate, could not think, she had to attack, and keep on attacking. Hopefully her Grandmother would stay on the defensive, but Shampoo could not. She had to attack for real, and pray it would be enough to keep her grandmother from getting to Nabiki before the other girl could make it home. No matter how mad Great Grandmother was, Shampoo could not see her killing someone who could not defend herself in front of witnesses. Not once she had a chance to cool down.

Nabiki watched as Shampoo drove Cologne from the alley. The old woman was on the defensive, and she gave ground before Shampoo's attack. Nabiki was awed by the fury Shampoo was demonstrating. She was in berserk mode. Nabiki watched as Cologne used her staff to shove a refuse bin in Shampoo's path, the purple haired girl shredded it. The only thing Nabiki had ever seen close to it was Ranma's Neko-ken. As the two figures vanished from her sight, she started to move.

*****

A battered, dirty figure walked out of the heat haze of a long summer day in Nerima. He moved with the ease and freedom of movement of an arthritic septuagenarian. Ryouga Hibiki was exhausted. Not, I-stayed-up-a-little-too-late-last-night-and-boy-am-I-beat exhausted. He was, I-haven't-slept-for-three-days-because-giant-slimy-monsters-with-body-parts-I-don't-even-want-to-think-about-kept-trying-to-eat-me exhausted.

Ryouga walked down the street in a daze. His face was covered in dirt where it was not washed clean by his sweat. His familiar yellow and black outfit was a tattered ruin. Even his trusty umbrella looked much the worse for wear, there being a rather sharp bend in the middle of it.

A small pebble appeared in the road ahead of Ryouga, and he paused, looking down at it with weary eyes. He contemplated the effort needed to step over it, and decided to go around instead. Turning, he took one step, and then his bleary eyes widened as he took in the sign in front of him. Hesitantly he reached out and touched it, unable to believe it was real. With a finger that shuddered from weariness, he traced out the words. Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. With a sob, he leaned his forehead against the sign. He was here. He had made it. After literally walking through hell, he had made it back to the closest thing to a home he possessed.

Staggering through the gate his steps became stronger with every one he took toward the house. "Akane, I've come back." He whispered in a barely audible voice. Then his footsteps slowed, and another name crossed his lips. "Ranma?" Shame filled him. How dare he think of going near Akane after what he had done to Ranma. No matter what Ranma might have done to him in the past that was a pale shadow of sin compared to the way he had left her after their last meeting, sprawled senseless and naked on the ground, his fluids leaking from her ravaged body.

Ryouga gave a heartfelt groan as his body reacted to that image. He felt his cock lurch in his pants, and begin to harden into an inflexible spear of flesh. It was a sensation he had become far too familiar with lately. His prick had spent a good part of the last three days in that state. His mind might be wracked with guilt, but his body felt no such emotion. His hands tingled with remembrance of the soft mounds they had squeezed and mauled, and as they did, his hips gave a small lurch as his body remembered the pleasure it had felt as it had driven its cock into Ranma's helpless body again and again. He groaned in mental anguish as his member rubbed against the coarse material of his pants, tenting the front of them and straining the worn fabric to the breaking point.

"No!" Ryouga screamed. Turning, the weary boy fled for the gates in a shambling run. She couldn't be right! Ranma was a guy. A guy! Ryouga couldn't feel that way about a guy. He couldn't! As he rushed blindly toward escape, he missed the gates, but not the wall. With a crash, he ran head on into it. Under normal circumstances, he would not even have slowed, plowing right through it and out into the street, but even his legendary endurance had been sapped by three days without sleep, and other things. Ryouga bounced back from the shattered wall, staggered a few steps, and then like a tree, twisting as it fell, he turned and toppled face first into the koi pond.

Nodoka Saotome, attracted by the noise in the yard, stepped out on the porch, and noticed the boy floating face down in the ornamental pond. With a cry of surprise, she dashed across the yard, and unmindful of the damage she was doing to her kimono, waded in to pull the boy's face up out of the water.

"Soun, Genma! Please, come quickly, I need help!"

A few minutes later, Soun and a soggy Panda laid the comatose boy out on a futon Nodoka had hastily set up in the dojo. She had recognized Ryouga as soon as the men had turned him over in the pond, and knowing him to be a friend of Ranma and Akane's, had ordered him taken in, but with the house so crowded with girls she had no place to put him but here. However, the night was warm, and from what she knew of Ryouga, he would be fine in the Spartan accommodations. She wished Ranma and Akane were here, but they were spending the night at Ukyou's. Kasumi was due home this evening, but there was no telling for sure when she would arrive. So, it was up to her to look after the injured boy.

As soon as Soun and Genma left, she knelt down beside the lost boy and examined him for injuries. A quick inspection showed that he was breathing evenly, and except for numerous cuts, bruises, and scratches, he seemed to have no serious hur... Her train of thought jolted to a stop, and she gave a sudden gasp. Her searching hands had moved a flap of his shirt, and had revealed three long shallow cuts, red and angry looking. Carefully, trying not to cause him pain, she pulled at the flap of cloth, and then stopped as she saw it was glued to the wound with Ryouga's blood. She would have to get some warm water to soak it free. Reaching out, she placed a cool hand on his forehead. A frown crossed her face. He was burning up. She wondered what he had endured to have arrived here in the state he was in.

*****

Knowing that Shampoo would not be able to hold off her Great Grandmother for long, Nabiki had taken her advice and headed for home. She stuck to the back alleys and avoided the main streets. The streets were crowded with people, and to an extent that offered a certain amount of protection. Nabiki did not consider them a real option, however. She had heard of too many people dying on a crowded street, and no one seeing the blow that killed them.

No, alleys were the place to be. The narrow lanes offered easy concealment. Unless Cologne were to look straight down from above in just the right place, she would not spot Nabiki. As well, they formed a maze connecting many of the main streets together. If you knew your way around, they could often get you where you wanted to go faster than the conventional routes. That is, if you were a normal human, and couldn't just hop from roof to roof.

Nabiki rounded a corner and stopped. Of course, there were several reasons why the alleys were not a preferred method of getting around. Dark concealed places attract predators who like the shadows. In front of Nabiki several of those predators turned and glared at her as she walked into their space. Five masked faces stared at her. Four of them wearing plain white hockey style face shields, the fifth mask was worn by a figure a good head taller then the others, and was a white plastic domino that had one side expanded so it covered fully the right side of his face.

The five figures glared at her through the eye holes of their masks, but made no move toward her. She shifted to the side and started to ease her way by them. She heaved a sigh of relief when they made no effort to stop her. Then, just as she thought she was clear, a heavy hand grabbed her arm.

"Hey! He's a girl!" The man who had grabbed her shouted to his fellows. Nabiki realized that they had been fooled by her suit, and had assumed she was a man, and from the cut of it, a fellow predator in the jungle they frequented. As such, she could have expected to pass in relative safety, it still being daylight, and she just passing through. Now, however, as she looked into their eyes she realized she'd gone from being a smaller predator, not worth bothering with, to being prey. A small ball of fear formed in her stomach, but she let no sign of it showed on her face.

The tall man, the one with the domino mask, walked toward her and her captor. She stood there, not struggling, analyzing the situation. She let her eyes rove over the five figures, looking for visual clues that would give her a handle on how to deal with them. As she did so she realized with a start that she knew the tall one. His mask offered little real concealment to someone with her trained eye. His expensive clothes and well-groomed thatch of light brown hair made her guess all the more likely.

"Hello, Mikado. Fancy meeting you here."

Mikado Sanzenin paused, and then nodded, agreeing to Nabiki's identification. "Ah, the price of fame. It is indeed I. Do I know you, fair flower."

"Tendo, Nabiki Tendo." Even as the words slipped from her mouth, Nabiki wanted to grab them back. What the hell was wrong with her? Giving out her name in these circumstances was bad enough, but to Mikado of all people! Her fears proved justified. At hearing her name his face darkened, and when he spoke again his voice was no longer so smooth.

"I see, sister to the fair Akane Tendo, I take it?"

Having played the fool, Nabiki could only agree. "That's correct."

"How...fortuitous... I was just thinking of your sister the other day, and of that cursed Ranma Saotome. The one who did this to me!" With that Mikado ripped off his mask, revealing several small scars on the right side of his face. "He who marred me for life, who caused me to be shunned and reviled for my hideousness."

Nabiki looked at him incredulously. "Hideous?" She murmured to herself. The relatively small scars, if anything, gave Mikado's face a rugged look that Nabiki knew many girls would find attractive.

Mikado had heard her murmur, and said, "Indeed, hideous is too weak a word for what my face has become. I am forced to skulk in the shadows, afraid to show myself to those fair flowers who were once my life, less my countenance should strike them numb with shock and loathing. I am forced to keep company with those whose hardened hearts and unsophisticated ways leave them able to stand my appearance."

"The weekly paychecks don't hurt either." Nabiki heard one of the other four softly say with a chuckle to one of his companions.

"Not to mention his leftovers." Another one said just as softly. They all turned eyes hot with lust on Nabiki.

She felt herself growing more nervous. It was becoming clear to her that Mikado was no longer completely sane. He'd always walked the edge a little, but it looked like he'd fallen over. Worse, it was not the type of insanity she could easily deal with. Kuno was crazy, but understanding his craziness made him easy to manipulate. His sister was another matter all together. Kodachi Kuno was a very good customer, but Nabiki did all her business with her through a middleman. The Kuno family Ninja, Sasuke.

Nabiki's train of thought was broken by Mikado as he took her chin in his large hand and twisted her face up to look at him.

"You are comely, this small prelude to my revenge will not be so onerous at all."

"What revenge would that be?"

"It is quite simple. Ranma Saotome so begrudged me a taste of the sweet Akane's lips, that he maimed me for life. My plan is to take all she has to offer by way of showing him the error of his ways."

Nabiki suddenly had a vision of Mikado confronting her sister's new male side, and a smile crossed her face. "I may be able to aid you in that effort, if the price is right!"

Mikado snorted. "I have no need of your aid. For the last four months I have devoted myself to mastering the art of persuading females. Just as I was once the master of the Martial art figure skating world, so to am I now the master of the arts of seduction. Once I settled for a kiss, now I take all they have to offer. Forty-eight virgins have felt my gentle touch. Akane Tendo will be the fiftieth, and you, you my dear girl will be the forty-ninth."

Nabiki couldn't help herself. His pomposity was too much. She laughed out loud. Then she realized her mistake as she saw his face redden in anger. She quickly implemented damage control.

"Virgin? Me? Boy, did you come to the wrong store."

Mikado only shook his head. "Virgin is that state which is untouched by man. You might have dallied with boys, but I will be your first man."

Nabiki stared at him incredulously. "And what of after, when I go to the police and finger you?"

"You will not do that. The pleasure I will bring you will be such that the thought of seeing me come to harm will be repugnant to you." Mikado then started a long soliloquy on his virtues as a lover. While he was occupied, the boy holding her leaned down and whispered in her ears.

"You may know who rich boy is, but you don't know me and my friends. Now if you play along, you won't get hurt. If you fight, well me and the boys, we like fighting too, we'll enjoy that a lot. You, on the other hand, will not enjoy it nearly as much. You won't enjoy what happens if you talk either. Rich boy brings in the babes, and his money spends real good. We'd be real upset if anything happened to him." Nabiki heard a snick, and something cold and hard was laid across her cheek. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the tip of a nasty looking knife blade. "Do we have an understanding?" The thug asked. Nabiki nodded her head, being careful not to press against the blade.

The ball of fear in her stomach had grown into a basketball, and a sour taste filled her mouth. Still, she showed nothing on her face. Instead a determination grew in her. Nabiki had no intention of going to the police. Broadcasting what was likely to happen to her in the next little while was not something she was likely to do. That, however, did not mean she was not going to be arranging some serious hurt for these five. She was confident she could find out the four masked men's ID fairly easily.

Then a little voice inside her said, that's all well and good, but it didn't do anything about the present situation. She tried to think of something that would get her out of this without outside help, and came up blank. If the knowledge she was associated with Ranma did not raise any warning flags with these four, then she was out of options. It was highly unlikely any of these clowns could know that Ranma was relatively ineffective at the moment. That meant that they didn't know who he was. That seriously cut down on her bargaining position with them.

The ball of fear in her gut was really starting to burn. Unless help arrived, her future looked pretty certain, and right now the only help she could think of was fighting a threat to Nabiki that made these five look like mewling babies. Well, she'd just have to handle it herself. Her mind flashed back to Ranma's reaction to her rape. She had considered it a lost fight, and her only concern was winning the next one. Very well, Nabiki would consider this a business deal, she might suffer a lose on this transaction, but she'd make a good profit in the end.

Unexceptedly, this rather nonsensical plan seemed to help. The fear inside her was being replaced by a sense of excitement. The last time she had felt this sort of rush had been this afternoon, when she'd...attacked Mousse? Nabiki's eyes widened, a reaction the boy holding her took for fear, but was caused by something else entirely. Memory flooded back into Nabiki, she remembered the fury she had felt when Mousse had latched onto Shampoo. She remembered attacking. Remembered him stopping her, kissing her against everything she could do to stop it. Most of all she remembered the glorious surge of something flooding into her body, expanding her senses and making her quiver with a pleasure such as she had never experienced before.

Mikado suddenly broke off his talking as he realized Nabiki was paying him not the least attention, which was another indication that placed him in Kodachi's class of people to avoid. Kuno could go on for hours, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening.

SLAP, Nabiki's head rocked back as Mikado struck her with an open palm. Her free hand went to her stinging cheek, and she glared at Mikado. He stared back, his face flushed with anger, the small scars on his cheek standing out against the red.

"Prepare her," he snarled at the four other boys.

"Remember what I said about going along girl." The one holding Nabiki said, as the other three moved toward her. He let go of her wrist and grasped the shoulders of her suit jacket, slipping it back and off her. The others moved in and started undoing her clothing. Nabiki slapped their hands away, and before they could retaliate, she started undoing her own clothing.

"I've been undressing myself for quite sometime now, thank you."

"That's good girl. You just play along and we'll all have a good time, and later you get to go home."

Nabiki didn't try to delay by making a big production of undressing. Things were too far along for the few seconds the delay would gain her. She was damned if she'd supply free entertainment to these thugs by doing a slow strip. She efficiently removed and neatly folded her clothing, setting them down on a large cardboard box that was waiting in the alley for disposal. While she was doing so, the three boys who had backed off when she had started to undress herself, grabbed a large sheet of cardboard, the remains of another box, that had been leaning against the wall. They spread this out in the middle of the alley. Nabiki had more than a sneaking suspicion that this was not for her benefit. Mikado might play in the dirt nowadays, but he obviously preferred not to get any of it on his person. His soul was another matter, but Nabiki had a feeling he could care less about that. It was what was on the outside that mattered to Mikado.

While Nabiki had been undressing herself, Mikado had been doing the same. Now, as her guard dog hustled her over to the large piece of cardboard, she looked him over. He had a lithe, muscular build, a tan that argued that he did not spend as much time hiding in the shadows as he claimed, and a five-inch cock. Nabiki looked at the last, and couldn't help smiling. That explained a lot. To Mikado, having a cock that was slightly below average in size would have been intolerable. She wondered how much of his relentless pursuit of girls was a result of that small piece of meat.

Nabiki's watch dog was suddenly joined by another, and she found her arms being forced up behind her back at the same time she was forced to her knees in front of Mikado. She found herself staring straight at his manhood. Mikado's hands came into view, a small disk of rubber in them. As Nabiki watched, he rolled the condom onto his prick.

"Shall we begin?" Mikado said when he finished his task. Holding his rubber-sheathed cock in one hand, he placed his other hand on the back of Nabiki's head and forced her to lean forward. He rubbed the lubricated head across her cheeks, and then brought it to her lips. Nabiki didn't bother fighting it. She was going to end up sucking dick one way or another, giving in would at least save her some pain. She opened her mouth, leaned forward and took him in.

Nausea suddenly wracked through her stomach, and it was all she could do to keep her last meal down. She tried to pull back from Mikado, but the hand on the back of her head, and the two boys holding her arms up behind her back prevented her. She could only kneel there as Mikado placed his other hand on her head, gripping her firmly. He proceeded to fuck her face. The heavy shaft of his prick slid deep into her mouth, filling it with a foul taste. She tried to open her mouth wide in order to avoid as much contact with it as she could, but it did little good. The slight side to side motion as he pulled and pushed her head back and forth caused the sickening thing to rub over every inch of the inside of her mouth.

Sliding himself rabidly in and out of her mouth, with little concern for the sickness turning Nabiki's face green, Mikado did not last long. Giving a groan, he pulled Nabiki's face fully into his groin, burying his dick in her mouth, and her face in the nest of hair around his balls. Nabiki felt him swell under the rubber, and his prick pulsed several times as it filled the end of the condom with his seed. Mikado stood there, savoring the feeling, then pulled his now limp dick from her mouth. Nabiki spat, trying to get the foul task out of her mouth, but she was not given time to. One of the thugs not holding her stepped up. He had not bothered to undress, had merely opened the fly of his pants. He had also not bothered with a condom.

Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he forced her face up and shoved his cock toward her face. The part of Nabiki's mind that noted such things, looked, and was amused, by the fact that he was slightly smaller then Mikado. Most of her mind however was taken up with the concept that she didn't want him putting that thing in her mouth. The bare head pressed against her lips, and this time she fought. She didn't want to experience that foul sensation again. Pain was preferable, but the three boys were too strong for her, and she was finally forced to open her mouth and take him in.

Nabiki braced herself to fight down another gag reflex, but she didn't have to. A wonderful taste flooded through her mouth as the boy forced himself into her oral cavity. A taste to rival Kasumi's cooking at her best flooded across her taste buds. What happened next was completely instinctual, and bypassed Nabiki's rational mind, and her plan to not give these bastards any more pleasure than they could force from her.

The boy fucking his dick into her mouth was startled when she suddenly thrust her face forward, taking all of him into her wet mouth. He gasped as she sucked with all her might. Her tongue curled around his prick, and if he didn't know better, he would have sworn it was wrapping around his member several times. The sensation was better than anything he had ever experienced, and within a few seconds he exploded, firing his seed deep into the back of Nabiki's mouth. She swallowed every drop eagerly, and sucked the remainder off his spent member.

Finally, he staggered back from her, his knees weak. Nabiki tried to move after him, but the other two held her fast. It was all she could do to keep from begging him to put it back in. The fear in her belly came back, but this time it was not because of what she feared the boys would do, but fear of what she had done, and what she wanted to do. A reddish tint, unseen by any of the boys started to color her eyes, and inside her mouth her teeth began to grow.

The boy she had just blown said, "Gods, she's like a vacuum cleaner, I've never felt anything like that."

"My turn." Said the last of the four boys, moving forward eagerly. Nabiki opened her mouth in anticipation, but they were both to be disappointed.

"Hold," Mikado said. He had a look of displeasure on his face. Nabiki Tendo had struggled nicely when he had forced her to take him in her mouth. The look on her face had brought joy to his heart. He wanted her to suffer. He wanted Ranma to hear how she had suffered, and to know that it was only a matter of time before his precious Akane suffered the same way. The obvious enjoyment Nabiki had experienced with his henchman angered him. How dare she enjoy that one's crude attention, and dislike Mikado's. She was obviously as low-class as Mikado's henchman was, and could not appreciate the finer things in life.

"Bend her forward!" Mikado snapped at the boys holding her. He then walked over to his clothes, as neatly folded as Nabiki's, and extracted his belt from his pants. They groused, but did as they were told. They bent Nabiki forward till the side of her face was pressed into the cardboard. Then they each hooked a hand behind her knees and pulled her legs firmly apart, forcing her ass high into the air. It also had the effect of spreading her so both her openings were easily accessible. Mikado smiled at the picture she presented, and stroked the heavy leather of his belt through his fingers.

Nabiki didn't care for this in the least, and she struggled with her captors, she wanted another cock in her mouth, now! Suddenly she stopped struggling, and horror filled her. What the hell was going on here? Anger suddenly flooded into her, accompanied by confusion. What was wrong with her? Had Mikado slipped her some sort of drug? Maybe rubbed on that disgusting condom. Was that what the foul taste had been? She still had an overwhelming desire to suck dick but her control was back, for now. Was this how Mikado got away with his activity? He drugged the girls and made them willing participants. She had not really believed he had raped forty-eight girls. She was well aware of his popularity, and was pretty sure he could easily have found that many willing partners. Well, if it was drugs he was using, he wouldn't find her such an easy target. She distanced herself from the desire filling her, and tried to understand what was happening to her.

A sudden lash of pain across her upraised ass broke her concentration, and the need to taste more of that pleasure flooded back into her mind, overwhelming the barriers she had placed there. She tried to regain the state of control she had forced on herself, but before she could, the fourth boy that Mikado had told to stop moments before, sat on the cardboard in front of her. Pulling up her head, he guided her mouth toward his upright prick, and gave a moan of pleasure as she engulfed it.

Again that wonderful taste exploded in her mouth, and pleasure raced through her body. She felt herself growing wet enough that the slight breeze blowing across her upraised ass chilled her as it evaporated the moisture pooling in her sex. She fought to keep from being overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through her body, but then, another lash of pain drove her control out of reach. As all control seemed to leave her, the small part of her mind that was still her could only watch in horror as she began to bob her head up and down vigorously on the cock in front of her.

Just like the first boy she'd blown after Mikado, this one too was soon groaning in pleasure. Within seconds, he fired his load into her eagerly sucking mouth. It soon joined his companion's sperm in Nabiki's stomach as she eagerly sucked the residue from his slightly flaccid dick. It did not stay flaccid for long, the boy was amazed to find himself growing hard again, just moments after cumming. "Oh man, this chick is something else," he moaned. "She's got to be a pro." He came again, and again Nabiki sucked his juices eagerly. He was starting to feel light headed, but despite that, Nabiki's eagerly working mouth soon had him hardening again.

This was too much for the other boys. The one Nabiki had first blown after Mikado relieved one of the boys holding her arms and legs in place. That one pulled the boy sitting in front of Nabiki away despite his protests, and sat down in his place. Nabiki protested as the first boy was dragged away, but she happily went down on his replacement as soon as she could reach his erection.

While all this was going on, Mikado had continued to use his belt on Nabiki's upraised ass. SMACK, it lashed down. Leaving a faint welt across the top of her buttocks. SMACK, across her lower thighs. SMACK, a blow to the middle of her plump cheeks. Mikado was growing more and more angry. No matter how hard he struck her, Nabiki gave no indication she felt anything, and the welts his belt left behind faded within a few seconds. Over and over, his leather belt fell to splat against Nabiki's ass, and over and over again it drew no reaction from her. Instead, she continued to bob her head up and down vigorously on whoever was sitting in front of her. The third boy was replaced by the fourth and final one, and Mikado finally gave up. His erection had returned, and was clamoring for attention. Pulling out another condom, he dressed himself.

Nabiki was eagerly drinking down her eighth load of cum in twenty minutes, and was eagerly trying for her ninth, when Mikado brutally shoved himself up her virgin channel, with no thought for her comfort, or of allowing her time to adjust. Her head came up off the boy she was currently sucking, and she gasped as a wave of nausea flooded through her. Just as when Mikado had forced himself into her mouth, her belly threatened to give up its contents. She tried to pull away from him as he thrust vigorously in and out of her sundered pussy, a faint trace of blood the only testaments to her lost virginity, but his hands on her hips and the two boys still holding her legs and arms kept her bent over and unable to escape. The boy in front of her pulled her head back down and forced her to go back to sucking him.

Mikado gloated as he spied the faint reddish smears on his rubber-sheathed member. So, the little slut had been a virgin after all. That, and the faint sound of distress that escaped from her dick-filled mouth built a fire in his loins, and he thrust into her hot, tight flesh with all the vigor he could manage. Ignore him, would she. Well, she'd learn no one ignored Mikado Sanzenin.

As Nabiki struggled with the fog that had rolled over her usually ice-cold mind, it retreated, and her conscious mind was once again in control of her body. At first, it did not do her much good, the nausea kept her from thinking clearly. As did the jarring her body took as Mikado thrust himself to the hilt in her again and again, shoving her forward onto the dick currently impaling her mouth. Than Mikado shuddered, and she felt him pulse as he emptied himself for a second time into the rubber sheath covering his manhood. Nabiki gasped with relief as he withdrew from her body, and the nausea disappeared. She rested her sweat soaked forehead in the lap of the boy sitting in front of him, his prick, like a peg, holding her head in one position.

Her relief was short lived another pair of hands grabbed hold of her hips, and she felt another cock pressing against her moist, sundered opening. "No!" She cried in a muffled voice, trying to rear up against the hands holding her in place, to no avail. Her cries were cut off as the boy in front of her forced her head back down on his erect cock. Once again the wonderful taste filled her mouth, but this time she managed to retain her senses. The large object pressing against her abused pussy concentrated her mind wonderfully. Then, the boy behind her thrust forward, and Nabiki's stomach rose in protest, and then settled down as the most incredible sensation she had ever felt flooded through her. For a second her mind threatened to once again go under from the pleasure flooding through her.

Drawing on all her willpower, she divorced herself from the sensations flooding into her from both ends. She felt a sensation of splitting and suddenly, she was apart from herself. A part of her was aware of her body eagerly sucking the cock in her mouth while her hips thrust back at the cock shoved up her sex. Another part of her was able to stand off and look at matters logically. For the first time since the rape had begun she could concentrate clearly. Her mind started analyzing and observing. First, the nausea. Once could have been a drug, but twice, not acting that quickly. In her mouth, that was one thing, but she had reacted the instant Mikado had pushed into her body. That was another thing. Pain. She had experienced nausea, but the way Mikado had taken her, she should have been screaming in agony. But there had been no pain, and there was no pain now as the boy hunched over her body thrust himself deeply into her violated passage. She knew she had been a virgin. A small amount of experimentation had let her know how painful losing that was eventually going to be. Yet she had felt nothing but the nausea.

Nabiki was no expert, but she knew she should be doing some serious suffering right now. And then there was the fact that each time Mikado had taken her, she had experienced a sensation of nausea, but when one of his thugs did the same thing, it felt and tasted wonderful. She didn't think it was his personality. Could it be the condom? That made sense for the blowjob, but what about the...

Nabiki calm, cold thoughts were suddenly broken off as the sensations that had been racing through her body once again overwhelmed the walls she had put up. Pleasure flooded into her mind, and as the boy behind her was replaced by another one, she lost herself once again. The slight red glow in her eyes was now a bonfire, and her teeth were razor edged fangs. The boy blissfully pumping her head up and down on his dick had no idea of how close he was to being cut short in the prime of life. The boys holding her in place failed to notice how the flesh under their hands seemed to harden as baby fat gave way to hard muscle.

*****

Shampoo lay on her back, panting heavily. She had given it her best shot, and had managed to keep her Great-grandmother occupied for much longer than she had hoped for, but as she knew it would, the inevitable had happened. Now she lay on the rooftop, held in place by the tip of Cologne's staff pressing on her throat. Shampoo stared at her in defiance. She felt no shame for what she had done, and she was prepared to accept the consequences of her actions. Then, to her surprise, Cologne pulled back her staff and chuckled.

<"Very good Great-Granddaughter, very good indeed. I don't think I've ever seen you so focused and competent. I swear, you were just a tiny bit away from achieving the true Neko-ken. I never would have expected it.">

<"This was a test!?"> Shampoo said in an outraged tone. <"You were testing me!?"> Shampoo sprang to her feet, and her battle aura began to flare again. Cologne's staff, moving faster than her eyes could see, knocked her feet out from under her, dropping her down on her back again.

<"No! It was not a test. If you had not placed yourself in the way of my blast, the Tendo girl would have died.">

<"Then why?">

<"You mean besides the fact that I found you two acting like dogs in heat? Or should I say cats?">

Shampoo blushed, but looked her Great-Grandmother straight in the eye. <"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with Nabiki. I'd do it all again, and will.">

<"Shampoo, when I got back to the restaurant, I found, besides a lot of dirty dishes, a small vile of potion sitting on one of the tables. Do you know anything about it?">

Shampoo blinked, startled by the change in subject, but answered from long experience with her Great-Grandmother's ways. <"It's a disabling potion for the Jusenkyo curse, one drop a day keeps it from working.">

Now it was Cologne's turn to blink in surprise. <"Does it work?"> She asked.

<"Yes.">

<"So you no longer change into a cat?">

Shampoo suddenly couldn't meet Cologne's eyes. <"No. I still change into a cat. I stopped taking the potion.">

<"Why?">

<"Because I decided to."> Shampoo said firmly, and the look that she directed at Cologne said very clearly she was not going to answer any more questions on that topic.

<"Where did it come from? Did Nabiki give it to you?"> The last was said casually, but Cologne watched Shampoo's reaction sharply. Shampoo only looked puzzled by the question.

<"No. Ryouga found the formula, and I helped him make it using herbs from our stock.">

<"You what!!!"> Cologne shouted. <"Do you know what you've done, girl!?"> At Shampoo's blank look, she continued. <"Your cure is also known by another name to the Amazons. It's Suzuka Slave Potion.">

Shampoo paled, <"I... I didn't know. It can't be! I still have my battle aura. Mousse and Ryouga suffered no ill effects. It can't be Slave Potion.">

<"Oh it is Great Granddaughter. A single sniff had me reeling. I barely held on to my control.">

Shampoo fell to her knees. She looked up at her Great-Grandmother, her face one of misery. <"That means...">

<"NO!! It does not mean that. You did not know what you were making. You were creating a cure. It just happened to be the same formula as Suzuka Slave Potion.">

Shampoo just shook her head. When next she spoke, it was in Japanese, as if she had given up her right to speak her mother tongue. "Shampoo know laws. All Amazons know what happen to Amazon that make Slave Potion. Law says nothing about why you make. It say, any Amazon make Slave Potion, that Amazon..."

WHACK!, Cologne's staff came down on top of Shampoo's head, cutting her off. "I said it did not matter, and I stand by that. Half the medicine in my bag can be used as poisons. No one knew Suzuka Slave Potion could be used for curing curses. That changes everything. We need to find the Tendo girl, and go to the Restaurant to talk about this situation."

"You no kill Nabiki!"

Cologne sighed. "I have no reason to kill Nabiki anymore. You have my word on it."

Shampoo nodded and bounded toward the Tendo Dojo. Cologne waited a second, then followed. As she did, she muttered under her breath. "But I'm sure if I look, I can find a reason."

*****

Nodoka lifted a hand and wiped her forehead with the back of her arm. She held a damp rag in her hand that was tinged a dirty red. She looked down at the boy on the futon with concern in her eyes. She had eventually had to cut his shirt off of him to get it free of his injuries. Not that it was any loss. There were more missing pieces than there was material. She had gently cleaned his wounds, and had been relieved to find that under the crusted blood, they seemed to be healing fairly well. The puffy redness around them had diminished even as she had been cleaning them. She picked up some clean dressing and began to bind his wounds.

A little while later she sat back and took in his muscular upper body. The white bandages stood out in start relief against his tawny, hard-muscled flesh. Nodoka frowned as she took in his still grimy features. Picking up a clean cloth, she began to gently wash his weary face, cleaning the reminders of what looked like a thousand miles of bad road away.

It took her some few minutes to clean his face and neck to her satisfaction. She wished she could do his hair, which was a tangled and matted mess, but that would have to wait until he woke. She ran her eyes down his upper torso and frowned. He was as clean as he could be from the waist up, but from the waist down, he was, if anything, filthier than his upper body had been. Taking in his tattered pants, she began to feel worried that there might be other injuries concealed under their ragged remains.

Well, like the shirt, there was no real reason to try and salvage his pants. Picking up her scissors once again, she bent over and started to cut.

Nodoka had been surprised to discover that Ryouga wore no underwear, but that surprise had been pale in comparison to the one she felt when his erection had flipped up out of his pants as she had cut free the material around his groin. She blushed hotly, and had to remind herself forcibly that this boy was the same age as her son...daughter, she mentally corrected herself. She had to stop thinking of Ranma as a boy, it only made the pain more real. The reminder of her age did little good. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Ryouga's jutting manhood. She almost called for Soun and Genma to come and finish Ryouga's care. Then, she told herself that she was being foolish. Nurses dealt with matters like this every day. Besides, her husband and his friend would more than likely just throw a bucket of water over Ryouga, call the job done, and go back to their everlasting game of Shogi.

Steeling herself, and keeping her mind and eyes adverted from the proof of Ryouga's virility, she cut the rest of his pants free of his body, and began to gently clean him, looking carefully for any injuries similar to the ones on his upper body.

Nodoka had to twice empty and refill the bucket she was using as each one turned black with the dirt she cleaned from Ryoga's lower body. At last she ran a clean cloth over Ryouga's muscular calves and up to his heavy thighs and had it come away clean. She sighed, it had taken her much longer than she had thought it would. Her blush suddenly returned, and she contemplated the last part of Ryouga's body she needed to clean and inspect. She had hoped that he would subside while she did the rest of his body, but that had not proven to be the case. His cock still stood at full erection. A tiny bit of resentment ran through her. If only Genma was half so upstanding.

"Such a big strong boy," She mused. She doubted he ever had difficulty in his dealings with girls. She wondered how many he had held in those massive arms. How many had felt that virile flesh parting theirs for the first time. He looked like a man's man. She smiled wryly. Her mother had been very explicit. Girls only had sex with their husbands. "Do not worry." Her mother had told her. "Your husband will have enough experience for both of you." What her mother had never explained was how he managed to get that experience if girls never slept with anyone who was not their husband.

Nodoka gave a laugh and shook her head. It had soon become clear to her that girls did in fact sleep with other boys before their marriage. She wished she'd been one. Now she was married, and honor demanded she stay true to her husband.

Giving a sigh, she returned to the task at hand. Not able to put it off any longer, Nodoka bowed to the inevitable. Rinsing the cloth in the bucket of clean water, she reached over and began to clean Ryouga's groin. She blushed when she had to reach down with her free hand and move his erection. She had been growing more and more flushed as her cleaning had moved her closer and closer to his manhood. Now her face was mottled red, and sweat was standing out on her forehead. She wiped the sweat away with her free hand.

The heavy shaft felt hot in her hand, and she unconsciously adjusted her hand till she could encircle it with her fingers. Realizing what she was doing, she snatched her hand away, but then she berated herself for being a silly woman. It was just another body part. She had washed Ranma's often enough. Of course, she couldn't help thinking, Ranma had been very young at the time. Ranma's had never been so long or hard, and had never pulsed so as blood surged through the heavy vein on its underside. Nodoka's breath started to speed up as she brought the hand holding the damp cloth forward and started to clean the last dirty spot on Ryouga.

Up and down she rubbed, and kept rubbing, long after the last trace of dirt and sweat was gone. Like a snake charmed rabbit, she watched as the head above her hand slowly darkened in color, and a small drop of translucent liquid oozed out of the small hole in the middle.

*****

Kasumi fairly glowed with joy as she walked through the gates of her home. There it was, in all its glory. Anyone else would have seen a moderately large house. Rather battered and worn, but to Kasumi, it was a castle. And the man and Panda sitting on the porch playing Shogi were the guards at the gate. Rather inattentive and lazy guards, but then it was that sort of castle.

"Father, I'm home." She said as she walked up the path.

"Kasumi!" Soun shouted in surprise. He left his game and bounded off the porch. Throwing his arms around her, he gave her a big hug. Tears flowed from his eyes as he wailed. "My little girl has come home!"

Genma followed after Soun, after making some adjustments to the pieces on the game board. He held up a sign. *Welcome home. When's dinner?*

"Oh my, I'm not sure, I'll have to check with Aunty and see what she was planning. Do you know where she is?"

"She was in the Dojo tending to one of Ranma's friends. That Ryouga fellow, he arrived here rather the worse for wear."

Kasumi nodded and said, "I'll go over right now and ask her." However, before she could take more than a step, two figures leaped over the wall and settled down in front of the three of them.

Cologne, who was in the lead, said, "We need to talk to Nabiki."

Soun frowned. "Nabiki's not home from school yet."

Shampoo and Cologne exchanged glances. Nabiki would have made her presence well known, given the circumstances. Soun did not appear to be concealing anything. He was notoriously bad at keeping a straight face. That meant that Nabiki had to still be making her way toward the Dojo. That was unlikely. Unless she ran into trouble, she should have been here earlier. It was possible that she had gone elsewhere, but it was better to assume the worst. Without saying another word, the two Amazons leaped back the way they had come and headed back toward the alley where they had left Nabiki.

Kasumi waved goodbye to them and headed toward the Dojo. She reached it and looked inside. Her aunt was leaning over a form that Kasumi recognized as Ryouga. How nice, she thought to herself. Akane and Ranma will be so happy their friend came to visit. Then she noticed what Nodoka was doing.

"Oh my!"

Startled out of her trance, Nodoka jerked her head around to see Kasumi standing in the door. She flushed red in embarrassment, and started to explain. Just then, under the hand she had not removed, even after seeing Kasumi, she felt a pulsing, and then the hard member in her hand gave several jerks and ejaculated its heavy load into the air. Some of it running down over Nodoka's gripping hand, some of it reaching as far as Kasumi. Nodoka looked in horror as one pearly drop hit Kasumi just above her mouth.

"Kasumi..." Nodoka said in a strangled voice. Humiliation and shame caused her normally collected mind to grow confused and incoherent. Unable to explain, and unable to stay and stare at that small drop of liquid glistening on Kasumi's upper lip, she lowered her head and rushed from the dojo.

Kasumi watched her go, a gentle smile on her face. Turning, she looked at the boy on the futon. "How nice, Ryouga-kun has come to visit. Akane and Ranma will be so happy." A sudden thought occurred to her. "Oh dear. I'd better make sure we have enough food." Kasumi started to turn to leave, but then stopped. Her forehead furrowed with tiny wrinkles as Kasumi wrestled with a strange feeling. Something was not right. Uncertainly she turned and stared at Ryouga's prone form. With a look of reluctance on her face, she moved across the floor and knelt down beside him. Hesitantly, she reached out and laid a hand on his chest. She snatched it away as if it had been burned.

"Oh my!" The ever-present look of gentle contentment that usually graced her smooth, unmarred face slid away, being replaced by confusion. Kasumi's hands rose, and she reached around behind herself to undo the buttons down the back of her dress. The expression on her face became strained, and sweat beaded on her face. She eased down the top of her dress, then reached for the front hook on her bra. For a few minutes her hands hovered over the catch, and the expression on her face became one of great anguish. With a small sob, she finished her motion, and undid the clasp. Her creamy breasts spilled out as they were freed, and Kasumi finished removing her bra. With uncharacteristic violence she flung it across the room.

The expression on her face altered once again. The anguish was gone, as was a good deal of the confusion. A look of determination firmed on it. Standing, she let her dress fall from her body to puddle around her ankles. Hooking her thumbs into the hem of her panties, she whispered, "I'm sorry mother, but I have to do this." With that, she skinned the plain cotton panties down her shapely thighs and let them settle down onto her dress. Stepping free of her garments, she kicked them across the room to join the bra.

Slowly a small set of tattoos appeared on her forehead and cheeks, and through her half-parted lips her canines could be seen to be lengthening. The rest of her teeth took on a much more carnivorous appearance as well. The expression on her face was no longer either her usual good-natured one, or the confused one that had filled it a few moments ago. In many ways her expression was reminiscent of Nabiki's when she was examining a business prospectus. However, she was not looking at facts and figures, or rather not figures on paper. Her eyes were drinking in Ryouga's body with a hungry look. Her small pink tongue hooked out and licked the small droplet of sperm from her upper lip, and she took a step toward the sleeping boy. She took another step, and then paused, a look of fear on her face.

"No! I must control myself." Kasumi told herself firmly. Breathing deeply, she stepped back and closed the door to the dojo. Then, turning back to Ryouga, she quickly crossed the floor and knelt down beside him. Extending her hands, she let them hover lightly over his form. A frown crossed her face, and an expression left her mouth that would have caused anyone who knew her to recoil in shock.

"Dang! He's like a furnace. No wonder I could feel him through my wards. This is very bad. If Akane or Nabiki get close to him in this state, it could drive them over the edge." A look of fear crossed her mind as she imagined her sisters having to do as she did. Wearing undergarments with demon wards sewn into the fabric let her keep control, but the price! To live as if you were constantly drugged, to have your mind always in a fog. Only on her twice-yearly trips to Hong Kong could she remove the shackles that kept her the gentle sweet Kasumi who everyone loved. That, if anything, made it worse. It became harder and harder each time to voluntarily place herself back into bondage. Only the promise she had made to her mother, and the memory of the one time she had failed to do so, kept her strong enough to do it.

Now she was faced with a dilemma. She had to drain the energy from Ryouga lest it affect her sisters, but what would it do to her. The energy in Ryouga called to her like light to a moth. She hungered for it like she had never hungered for anything before. She wanted to drink it down, make it part of her. Fear held her back, fear of the unknown. She knew she was not fully a demon, not really, not yet. If she drank all this energy, would she become what she had fought against all these years. Almost she left, but then thoughts of what coming in contact with Ryouga might do to her sisters. Without the wards clouding her mind she realized that even Aunty Nodoka had been affected by the aura surrounding Ryouga. What would happen if he slipped into Akane's bed tonight like this? Her expression firmed. No matter what it did to her, she had to protect her family.

Turning her attention back to Ryouga, she reached out and grasped his pulsating sex. A shudder ran through her as once again, the aura from the energy Ryouga was carrying around in his body sent a surge of pleasure through her. Holding him firmly, she swung a leg over his, and with a hiss of pleasure settled down over him, drawing him deeply into her body. As always, she felt a thrill at taking a man deep into her body. However, this time was even better than usual. One reason was the pleasure she gained from the merest contact with Ryouga's aura. The other was the fact that for the first time in her life, she need only concern herself with her own pleasure.

She loved to give pleasure and happiness to others. To see the expressions of delight a well-prepared meal drew. To see a man's eyes widen in bliss as her inner muscles milked him. Best of all was the gratitude that would fill their face when she managed to draw erection after erection from a man who had become accustomed to one or two a week. All that made her happy, but did not necessarily lead to a great deal of sexual pleasure. Too often, she concentrated on giving, and received not nearly as much in return. Which was fine, but this time she had only to concentrate on her own pleasure. What followed from that would accomplish the necessary task of draining Ryouga's dangerously high energy levels.

Slowly at first, and then faster, until her hips were a blur, she moved herself up and down on Ryouga's rock-like shaft. She felt him pulse, and shoot several jets of hot liquid deep into her. With them came a burst of energy. Her hair crackled with the excess before her body absorbed it and she orgasmed furiously. She leaned forward and placed her hands on Ryouga's muscular torso. His hard muscles quivered with his reaction to his release, but he did not awaken.

Instead, he murmured in his sleep, "Your mine, Ranma, all mine, no one else's, all mine."

She smiled, it was nice to see that Ryouga thought so highly of Ranma. As the trembling in her body subsided, Kasumi realized she was not yet done. Ryouga had only given up a fraction of the energy his body contained. Kasumi felt him grow hard inside her almost immediately, and she redoubled her efforts. She had to drain him before Akane and Nabiki got home. It was her duty, she thought to herself, just before she exploded in another mind shattering, body numbing orgasm.

Kasumi lay forward this time, and pressed her soft breasts firmly into Ryouga's chest while she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. While she could not absorb energy through them, the aura surrounding Ryouga generated a very pleasant sensation in her breasts. Her nipples pressed like tiny spears against the firm muscles of Ryouga's chest. Again, it was not long before the sound of wet flesh sliding together, along with the smack of bare flesh against bare flesh filled the dojo.

To Be Continued...

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