Guest Stars

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From the open window of the Mori Detective agency, a cry of amazement rang out.

"NANNIIIIII!!!!!????"

Inside the office, a pretty blonde woman reared back in her chair as the rather seedy looking man on the other side of the desk looked like he might be coming right over it at her. He had leaped out of his chair, and slammed both hands flat on the desk when she had delivered her message. She tried to retain her calm in the face of his obvious mental instability, and wondered if her clients had made an error in selecting him.

"I assure you, sir. The sum I quoted you is accurate."

"But...but, One hundred million yen?" The man caressed the words as they left his mouth. "And just for finding a single girl? She must be some lady."

"I would not know, Sir. I do not have that information. My firm was simply employed to inform the selected investigative agents."

"Ah, and of course, you immediately thought of the great Mori Kogora. Word of my fame has spread far and wide, and as soon as you found you needed a detective for such an important case, there could be no other choice."

"Actually, sir, you are my fifth investigative agent today."

"Nani!?"

"Now, if I may, sir, I would like to give you the particulars of this case. You are my last assignment of the day, and I need to report."

"Very well, my daily fee..."

"My pardon, sir, but there is no daily fee allowed for. If you find the girl in question, you will be paid the sum of one hundred million yen. Other than that, there will be no fee. We are not hiring you, sir. We are merely informing you of the particulars of the case. If you find her, you may contact me at this number." The tall blonde handed her card across to the detective. "Now, if I may sir, the particulars..."

**

A little while later the blonde exited from the main entrance of the Mori Detective Agency, and heaved a sigh of relief at being out in the fresh air, and away from Mori Kogora's cologne. Slipping into a low slung sports car, she picked up her cellular phone.

"Hello, sir. I've made my last contact for the day. Everyone bit at the bait... Thank you, sir. That is most generous of you. I will contact you tomorrow morning for the new list."

***

On the other end of the phone, a man cloaked in shadow said, "I'll look forward to hearing from you, Angel. You and the other girls have a good time tonight, but get lots of rest, I think we may try for this fee ourselves. It sounds a tempting mystery."

Disconnecting the phone, he made another call. "Hello, Charlie here. Everything is going as you asked. We have contacted 64 investigators in the last two days, and not one of them has declined the offer flat out... You are very welcome, we aim to please."

***

A small man, with weasel like features, hung up his phone, and turned to his superior. "That was the American, boss. Everything is going as you asked."

Wolf Erickson leaned his massive form back in his chair, and placed rough hewn, but well manicured hands behind his head.

"Good, then everything is going as it should."

"Pardon me, boss, but why are we doing it this way? Why don't we just put out the word to our boys that we want to find this girl?"

"Do you know who Ms. Sakura's patrons are?" Wolf asked in lieu of an answer.

"No, not really. I mean, I've heard the rumors about her. I know she's supposed to be something special, but I ain't..." he paused as Wolf held up a cautionary finger, and backtracked. "I mean, I have not heard that she was associated with anyone special."

"That is better, precision is important in all things, not just in firearms. As to who Ms. Sakura's patrons are, they, or rather it, is the One-o-eight dragons."

Wolf's secretary paled, "Je-sus Ce-ri-st... Sorry Sir. My word."

Wolf laughed, "Don't overdo it, Itchi. I think your first comment was the more precise. Jesus Christ, indeed. Hironishi-sama wishes this girl, and we will find her for him, but that does not mean putting our heads in the dragon's mouth. By the time we are done, there will be hundreds of private individuals looking for her."

"But won't they do something to stop them?"

"Ahh, but can even the One-oh-eight dragons stop that many operatives? I'm counting on them concentrating on discouraging those who are actively a threat. If we find agents dropping out of the case in Hong Kong, then we will know Sakura is there. I doubt that is the case. Far too many agents have combed the islands for her before. Hironishi-sama is not the first, or even the wealthiest, man to wish the pleasure of this girl's company for more than one night. If she were living in Hong Kong, she would have been discovered long ago. So, we will wait to hear where agents stop reporting."

"But what if they catch on? What if they don't do noth...anything to any of our operatives?"

"Then sooner or later, one of them will stumble across her." Wolf put his size twenty-four shoes up on the desk and leaned back. "All we have to do is play spider. We will sit in the middle of our web, and wait for the flies to come calling."

*****

Soun Tendo seemed to be having a conversation with himself. He was, as was his usual practice in the afternoon, leaning over the Shogi board, but his usual, or unusual, depending on how you felt about pandas, opponent was not there. "You say Nodoka insulted your manhood? Not your character?"

A bush off to the side of the porch rattled, and a sign poked up out of the shrubbery. *That's right*

"That's very strange, my friend. I thought she had reconciled herself to your medical condition. Are you very sure it was not your character she was insulting?"

*I'm sure.* The sign suddenly spun in place, and revealed the other side. *And what's wrong with my character?*

Soun did not move, but a big sweat drop formed on the side of his head away from Genma. "Your character? Why nothing. I was merely trying to decipher Nodoka's reasons. A very difficult task, I'm sure you know, given the female mind. Why even with three daughters, I find it hard to follow their reasoning sometimes. Anyway, you should be able to come out of hiding for the moment. Kasumi just said she would be going back to help Nodoka with the laundry. They should be back there for some time."

***

A grunt escaped Nodoka's lips as Genma thrust hard into her from behind, driving her soft belly into the edge of the dryer and flattening her breasts against the warm, vibrating lid. Behind her, Genma grasped her hips in a fierce hold and drew his staff almost all the way out of her clutching sex before pounding himself back into her. Nodoka's fingers clutched a pile of freshly washed sheets, and stuffed a corner into her mouth in order to not alert Kasumi and Soun to Genma's and her activity as she screamed out her release when yet another in a long series of orgasms racked her body.

Genma had surprised her fifteen minutes before. He had shoved her against the drier, hitched up her skirts, slid her panties down just far enough, and driven himself home with breathtaking vigor. She had been fantasizing about this for over an hour, ever since she had driven Genma from their room with caustic comments on his sexual prowess. For a while, she had been afraid nothing would come of it, but he had shown up, and the anticipation she had felt while waiting for him had made her more then ready to take his hot, hard shaft. Now, as she felt Genma's flesh moving like a piston in her belly, she thanked the Kami for her loss of temper the day before that had resulted in her finding Genma's hidden switch.

A gasp escaped from around her mouthful of cloth as Genma made a particularly hard thrust. She felt herself rising up to ever higher plateaus of pleasure until at last, she crashed over the lip and fell headlong into ecstasy. Her entire body writhed under Genma's relentless assault, until finally, overwhelmed, her mind shut down, and she collapsed in a boneless pile of satiated flesh on top of the drier. Yet another victim claimed by La Petite Mort.

*

Kasumi had held himself back as long as he could, but now as Nodoka's inner flesh clenched around him like a velvet vise, he exploded, shooting long streamers of sperm deep into her body. As his release came, in tandem with Nodoka leaving the world of the living for a short time, Kasumi felt herself changing back into her old and much loved form as the pressure on her of Nodoka's need faded. Her shrinking flesh escaped from Nodoka's body and drew up into her own. The heavy, muscular belly of Genma seemed to evaporate, leaving behind the slim, but soft and shapely belly of Kasumi's natural form.

Kasumi sighed as she felt her flesh restored to her normal shape. Her hips were still pressed tightly against Nodoka's, Nodoka's firm ass pressed delightfully into her own belly. She felt an uncharacteristic sensation of sadness. As much as she loved bringing pleasure to Nodoka, she felt a small touch of gloom over having to do it in a fake body. She longed to make love to Nodoka in her own form. To show her the wonders she had learned in the last few years. Such could not happen, however. Her metamorphic abilities were entirely dependent on the desires of her partner. She had no real control over what shape she took.

Kasumi caressed the sweat dampened back in front of her through Nodoka's wrinkled and sweat stained kimono. She was so very beautiful, both in body and spirit. Furthermore, Kasumi could sense a passion too long denied under that placid housewife exterior. The whole package that was Nodoka invoked a reaction Kasumi had never experienced before. In a way, it was the same sort of feelings she felt for her father and sisters, and to a lesser extent for Ranma, but different, more primal... Kasumi hesitated. Could... could this be love? She felt a soaring in her heart. Yes, she was sure of it. She was in love with Saotome Nodoka, but even as the realization hit her, a wave of sadness wiped the expression of joy from her face.

She might indeed love Nodoka, but that woman was deeply in love with her husband. Kasumi was merely a disguised thief, plundering someone else's treasure. For a second, a comment Ranma had made long ago floated up in her mind. "Keep it up, old man, and I'll sell you to a zoo." For just the barest second, Kasumi was tempted, but then she recoiled in shock. No! She must not think such thoughts. If she was to prove that she could exist without her wards, she would have to act in a way that would make her mother proud. Selling a romantic rival to the zoo, or taking an axe and cooking him for dinner... she shuddered, oh my, where had that awful thought come from?

Kasumi drew a deep breath and pulled herself away from Nodoka. She had to get away from the intoxicating effect of the other woman. She was sure she could bring herself under control, if only she concentrated hard enough. If she wanted to retain her present level of freedom, she would have to work on her concentration. For too long, her wards had been a crutch, keeping her from developing the sort of self-control she needed if she was to exist unfettered in the world. She gave one last, lingering look at Nodoka's beautiful form, then slipped out the laundry room door.

*****

"Akane! Geez, put that thing away, don't you got no shame?"

"Shut up, Ranma, I'm trying to see how long... Oh damn, I can't tell. Ukyou, what do you think?

"Looks just fine to me, sugar."

"I don't know... Here Ranma, you hold this out so I can get a better look."

"I ain't touching that thing, not out here in public where anyone could see."

"Here, Akane. I'll do it."

"Thanks, Kanomi." Akane gave the tall blonde a grateful smile, and handed the heart shaped, and very cute, compact he was holding in one massive hand to her. Kanomi carefully angled the mirror inside the cover so Akane could use the mirror in Yuki's compact to examine the back of his head. After a careful inspection, he gave a sigh of relief and handed the dainty thing back to Yuki, while Sayuri reclaimed her own from Kanomi.

"That's a relief." Akane said. "One impromptu haircut in a life is enough. I was sure that nut was going to scalp me."

"My idiot father is indeed a greatly disturbed individual, but his bizarre behavior is but a shadow of your perversity, Saotome Ranma."

As that unmistakable voice spoke from behind the tree near where they were eating, the entire group, with the exception of Ranma, groaned in disgust. Ranma's reaction was somewhat different. She rose from her position beside Akane in a blur of motion and took up a defensive stance facing the tree from behind which Kuno's voice had come.

"So, all healed up, are you? That's good. Now I can kick your sorry ass all over again."

"So, once again, Saotome, you hide behind the rabbit. You are truly a pathetic individual." Kuno emerged from behind the tree, bokken lying over his shoulder, his whole pose one of nonchalance. He ignored Ranma completely, and directed his attention completely toward Akane, who had risen to his feet, a flush of anger suffusing his face.

"Hey, who are you calling pathetic?"

Kanomi turned to Yuki. "Actually, I thought it was Ranma."

"Yeah, so did I."

"Foolish girls, I see you too have been taken in by the machinations of that arch fiend, Saotome Ranma. Never fear, I, Kuno Tatewaki, will free you from this vile sorcerer."

Ranma, in the meantime, was more then a little annoyed at being ignored. "Hey asshole, I'm down here. If you want Saotome Ranma, then here I am. Forget about the tomboy. I'm the one you have to worry about."

"Hey!" Akane yelled in outrage. He reached out and snatched Ranma from her position in front of him. Holding the struggling girl up by the back of her collar, he hissed at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Ranma? You know damn well Kuno thinks I'm you. It's me he's challenging, not you. This is my fight, stay out of it."

"The hell I will. I owe that jerk big time, and I intend to take it out of his ass."

Akane's voice suddenly got very quiet, and he hissed into Ranma's ear. "If you don't back off, Ranma, then it will be your ass on display. I swear I'll turn you over my knee right here."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ranma said in a shocked voice.

"Just try me!" Akane said, before setting Ranma back on her feet and turning to face Kuno. "All right Kuno, here I am, whenever you're ready."

Before Kuno could do more than smile in triumph at bringing the coward to bay, a red topped blur vaulted over Akane and landed in a crouch in front of Kuno. Supporting herself on her hands, Ranma whirled her body around parallel to the ground, her legs scissoring like a gymnast on a pommel horse, swinging in an arc toward Kuno's legs. Ranma swept Kuno's lower extremities out from under him with such force that the kendoist was turned completely upside down. Then, while Kuno was still hanging in the air, a dumbfounded look on his face as he got a good look up the redhead's skirt, Ranma twisted her body and brought her other leg around in a powerful arc that ended with her foot impacting his chin. Kuno snapped around in another midair somersault before he finished his fall to the ground and remained there, an unmoving heap. Ranma continued her motion, spinning to her feet and turning to face Akane, her face flushed with anger. The whole sequence of events had taken less than five seconds.

"You want my ass? Well, come and get it, you baka!" She yelled, drawing surprised exclamations and remarks from some of the nearby students.

Akane stared at her in shock, but then his own features drew up in an angry scowl. "Baka! You're the baka! What do you think you're doing?" Akane reached out a clutching hand, intent on teaching Ranma some manners, but the last week had made him complacent. Ranma's weak state, and his own greatly increased physical power, led him to discount the little redhead. His mistake was driven home when Ranma swayed out of the way of his hand and grasped Akane's wrist. He suddenly felt himself being pulled forward. Off balance, he could not react quickly enough when one of Ranma's feet impacted on his forward leg, driving it out from under him.

Balance lost, he tumbled toward Ranma, who moved out of the way, never releasing Akane's arm. Twisting the captured limb as Akane fell, Ranma forced it up behind his back, and swung her leg up and over his body. Akane impacted the ground in an undignified belly flop. Slapping the ground with his free arm to absorb some of the force, he took no hurt, at least in body. His pride was another matter. He flushed red with embarrassment at the undignified position he found himself in.

Then Ranma's small hand slapped down on his broad ass with a meaty smack, and the little redhead yelled out. "Yee ha, ride em cowboy!"

Akane let out a roar of rage and twisted his body, forcing Ranma to relinquish her seat to avoid being pinned under Akane's much greater bulk. She rolled lightly out of the way and came to her feat to face a furious Akane.

*

Over near the group of girls, Kuno regained consciousness to a most delightful sight. His Pig Tailed Goddess in mortal combat with the foul Saotome. "Yes! That is it, my beloved, fight the spell!" Kuno snatched up his bokken and rose to his feet. Posing dramatically, he declaimed. "Hold fast, beloved, I am coming."

**SPLANG!!** Ukyou's spatula smacked into his face. From behind it, Kuno's voice continued his rant, is a somewhat subdued voice. "In a minute..." he slumped back down to the ground.

Ukyou withdrew her weapon and grimaced at the stain on its immaculate surface. She wiped it off on Kuno's clothing, then turned to watch the fight.

"You don't think they're serious, do you?" Kanomi asked Yuki, but Ukyou was the one that answered.

"Nah, those two have just been too nice to each other all week. It's not natural for them. They need to let off a little steam. Besides, Akane-honey shouldn't have butted into Ranchan's fight."

"But Kuno challenged Akane, didn't he?" Sayuri asked.

"But he thought she was Ranchan, and it was Ranchan he was insulting. So it was her fight. Akane just wanted payback for this morning. He was mad that Kuno got through his guard so easily."

The four girls turned to watch the confrontation that was going on between Ranma and Akane.

Try as hard as he liked, Akane could not get his hands on, or land a blow on, Ranma, finding his efforts redirected, more often than not, to send him stumbling and falling. The little girl was like a wisp of smoke, moving out of Akane's way as if blown by the wind of his blows. It was a virtual playback of their first fight, only this time, Ranma was not restricting herself to mere defense. Cunning blows were delivered in just the right place and time to destroy Akane's balance, and to make him look like a clumsy fool. A tactic that served to inflame Akane's anger, and to make him even more unfocused.

Despite this, the fight was not really going in such a way as to make Ranma happy. She was not having much more luck than Akane. While she could keep out of her fiancé's reach with ease, and use his own force against him to a certain extent, she was unable to subdue him. She estimated Akane's strength as being very near Ryouga's, and she had never been able to beat Ryouga in her girl form. Of course, Akane did not possess Ryouga's skill level, and was no real threat to Ranma, providing, of course, that she was willing to use crippling strikes, or resort to the Hiryuu Shouten Ha, or one of her other special attacks.

Ranma shook her head as she dodged another rush from Akane, then leaped lightly over the leg sweep the movement was suppose to set her up for. She just could not bring herself to use some of her nastier styles on Akane, no matter how mad she was at him.

Ranma was considering the very real possibility of not winning this fight. After recovering from the weakness that had plagued her all last week, the thought of losing a fight she should be able to win was galling. Fortunately for her pride, it did not come to that.

"You delinquent! Stop that right this instant! I'll not have you disrupting the other students' lunch in this manner!"

Ranma ducked under a high kick from Akane, then sprang back up, grasping Akane's foot and levering the leg even higher, dropping Akane on his back, then had to leap back as Akane lashed out with her free leg.

"I said STOP!!" Miss Hinako's shrill voice rang out as the diminutive teacher placed herself in front of Ranma, her back toward Akane. Akane, who had rolled to her feet, just barely stopped a lunge that would have flattened the teacher. "How dare you torment poor Akane like this, Ms Saotome?"

"Me?"

"Yes you, and don't give me that innocent look. Don't think I've missed seeing how you make his life a constant misery. Well, it stops here! Do you hear me?" Without waiting for a reply from the surprised girl, Miss Hinako turned to Akane. At once, the image of maturity she tried to project at all times slipped, and she looked very much like a shy young teenager. "Are you alright Tendo-kun? She didn't hurt you, did she?"

"Ah, no." Akane said, somewhat taken aback by Hinako's atypical behavior.

"I'm glad. If she gives you any trouble, let me know. I'll take steps." Hinako turned to give Ranma a dirty look, then she left, leaving a puzzled group of students behind.

"Did what I think just happened, happen?" Kanomi asked.

"Looks like you caught another admirer, Akane-honey." Ukyou said, her words were light, but the look she directed toward Akane did not match them. It said very clearly 'watch-your-step'. "What do you think, Ranchan? Ranchan? Wait, where are you going?" Ukyou looked after Ranma, as the little redhead stomped off toward the school. She turned an angry glare toward Akane. "Now see what you did?" She said to him.

"What I did? It was her that started it!" Akane's voice was loud, but there was a touch of guilt in his eyes as well.

"Hey, what are you going to do about gym class, Akane?" Yuki suddenly asked, a speculative look in her eyes as a thought suddenly occurred to her.

Akane answered without taking his eyes off of the retreating form of Ranma. "The same thing Ranma does, I guess. You know how they finally got tired of the boys' changing room getting trashed, and let Ranma change and shower in the coaches' office."

Just then the warning bell went off, it was time to head back to class. The four girls, and one guy, made their way toward the school, Yuki bringing up the back, a disappointed expression on her face.

*****

Urgant looked at the pretty girl behind the counter, serving the person ahead of him in line, and had to swallow hastily to keep from drooling all over the floor. Patience, he told himself, you can wait just a few minutes longer. You're not a demon anymore, you can control your appetites. The customer the girl had just served accepted his purchase and left, leaving Urgant all alone with the lovely salesgirl. Urgant again had to swallow as he took in the glorious bounty in front of him. If not for his background, he would be thanking the Kami for this.

"What can I get you, sir?"

Urgant looked over the countertop, and made his move. Pointing a finger, he said. "I'll take one scoop of Strawberry Cheesecake, and one of Rocky Road, please."

*

A few minutes later, Urgant was walking down the street, savoring his treat and enjoying the fact that he had not raped the young counter person. It was so good to be human, and to not be a slave to his primal urges. Here he was, surrounded by pretty girls, and while he longed to toss every one of them on the ground and ravage them unmercifully, he was able to restrain himself with only a modicum of effort.

To tell the truth, without his demonic lust driving him on, he found most of the girls on the street rather... insipid. He thought back over the eons to his first love. Now there was a real female. He had to watch her every minute or risk having his belly ripped open. He fondly recalled the time she had done that very thing, and the six months he had spent after his recovery chastising her for it. He chuckled in fond memory as he recalled that only a day after he took the chains off, she tried to cut him off at the roots. "Ah, they don't make them like her, any more."

He wondered what she was doing now. Probably in some high lord's harem, if she had not won her independence, that is, and was living in the female zone with her own collection of play toys.

Urgant continued walking down the street, every now and then taking a bite out of his ice cream as he thought back on loves lost, and chances missed.

*****

Hachiya Mayumi, recently hired girls' gym coach, hurried into her office, shut and locked the door behind her. Her heart was beating fast, and her hands were sweaty. She moved around her desk and towards her destination. The wall opposite her office door was a mass of exposed plumbing and wiring. The mass destruction that was an everyday occurrence at Furinkan had left many of the non-public sections of the school with a raw, unfinished look.

Mayumi had been angry when she had first been given her new office, but then she had discovered the fringe benefits of the raw state of her office wall. Namely, that it backed onto the shower room of the male coaches.

Not that Mayumi had any particular desire to peek at the adult coaches, who for the most part were not exactly a pretty picture. Even if most of them had not been forty pounds overweight, Mayumi would not have been that interested. The truth was, Mayumi loved young boys, a love that had seen her narrowly miss disgrace at her last school, where she and her best friend Yamaguchi Miki had used everything from blackmail to physical coercion to have their way with several of the students.

Mayumi had vowed to keep her lust under control in her new school, and without Miki goading her on, had succeeded, for the most part. That is, she had succeeded until she discovered the one student who used the coaches' shower on a regular basis. Now, having secured her office door, she hurried across the room and planted her face against the wall. Peering through a crack around one of the pipes that extended into the other room, she had a clear view as a young red-haired girl walked into the opposite room.

Mayumi started to breathe a little heavier, and one of her hands slipped down past the top of her gym shorts. Her eagerly questing fingers found her soaked slit, and plunged deep into her honey pot, even as she kept her eyes on the young girl who was shucking out of her gym clothing.

Mayumi was not gay, though she liked playing around with Miki well enough. It was the knowledge of what the small redhead would turn into as soon as the hot water hit her that was making her so excited. She watched eagerly as the young girl slipped into the shower, waiting with baited breath for the change she had witnessed so many times. Then, her face fell in shock as Ranma slipped into the hot shower and nothing happened.

Her mouth opened wide in surprise, and then she remembered a conversation she had overheard, something about Ranma being trapped. Obviously they had not been talking about his fiancée problem, for once. She felt a wave of disappointment as she realized she would not be treated to the sleek, muscular body of Saotome Ranma today. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the injustice of it all.

Mayumi's grief was interrupted by the sound of the door in the other room opening. She placed her eye up against the wall once again, and beheld a sight that took her breath away. It was the new student, Tendo Akira, the giant boy she had seen the other day. What was he doing here? Mayumi listened in as the redhead asked that very question.

"What are you doing here, Akane?"

Akane? Mayumi wondered to herself. What's she talking about?

*

In the other room, Akane frowned at the slick nude body in front of him, and despite his anger at Ranma, found himself reacting to the arousing sight. To hide his growing arousal, and because he was not about to forgive Ranma, Akane turned his back on the redhead before answering. "The coach sent me here to change. They didn't want me changing in the girls' change room, and I certainly was not going to change in the boys'."

"I don't blame them." Ranma said. "Last thing any girl would want is a pervert like you watching them change."

Akane growled, and forgetting his intention of hiding his arousal, turned, and made a lunge for Ranma. "Ranma no baka..." Akane came to a sudden stop. Pulling himself up short just shy of the grinning girl. Ranma had moved right up to the back of the shower, and to get at her, Akane would have to brave the hot water cascading down over Ranma's body.

"What's the matter, Akane? Afraid you might melt if you get a little hot water on you?" Akane stood glaring at Ranma for a minute, then very deliberately began to strip. "Hey!! What the heck are you doing?" Ranma demanded.

"Really, Ranma. I would have though even you could have figured that out." Finished, Akane turned, making no effort to hide the bobbing erection jutting out from his groin. Ranma suddenly looked a little less secure in the protection of her hot water shield. She looked at the heavy swaying organ, and swallowing nervously, pressed herself up against the far wall. Trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and it.

*

If both Ranma and Akane had not been so busy focusing on each other, they might have heard the stifled gasp that emerged from the other side of the wall as Coach Mayumi got her first good look at Akane's assets. Drool pooled in her mouth, and dribbled down her chin, disregarded. While she had seen one cock that was bigger, the owner had been a wimp in all other regards. Akane's ten inches, in conjunction with his massive body, had her hand moving at a furious pace between her legs. What she wouldn't give for one of Miki's dildoes now.

She longed to burst in on the two of them. In the old days, she would have blackmailed Akane into giving her a thorough session with that monster, but she'd been at Furinkan long enough to learn the cardinal rule the teachers followed, with the single exception of the freak that handled the discipline. "Don't get between Akane and Ranma when Akane is mad, or at any other time, if you can help it for that matter."

Mayumi had put two and two together, and it had not been hard to figure out that the boy that had been pointed out to her the other day as Tendo Akira was actually Tendo Akane. Obviously, something had happened to her and Ranma. She didn't really care what had caused the situation. All that mattered to her was that the result was the glorious chunk of beef on the other side of the wall. She wished she could do more than watch, but combined with Akane's reputation, and her own record, the last thing she wanted to do was chance getting caught. So with a groan of dismay, she settled for keeping her eye pressed against the wall, and her hand busy shoving as much of itself as it could up her clutching pussy. A damp spot was slowly forming on the floor between her knees.

*

Back in the room, the standoff between Akane and Ranma was still going on.

"You can't stay in there forever, you baka. Sooner or later you have to come out."

"Why? It's nice and warm here." A little of Ranma's fear left her as she saw Akane's hesitation to enter the hot shower. She cupped her hands under her breasts and held them up so she could reach down and lick a nipple. She angled her head so she could keep watching Akane to see what sort of effect she was having on the boy. "I'll just sit here and play. Don't much matter to me if I have to spend the day standing in the hall holding a couple of buckets because I'm late to the next class. You're the one who cares about that sort of stuff."

Akane was starting to get mad. Strike that, he already was mad, he was getting close to the point where he didn't care about the hot water, and the likely outcome of turning into a girl. Much as he hated to admit it, he was no match for Ranma while female. He knew that if he were a girl, he wouldn't care, but as a man, the idea of not being the one in charge was distasteful.

Ranma kept her eyes on Akane and recognized the signs from long experience. Akane was almost over the edge. She lowered her head one more time and began to lick her nipple again, while at the same time she lowered her free hand and began to stroke between her legs. Teasing Akane was, like usual, getting her hot, and she was well lubricated. She'd always had to wait for privacy before to take the edge off, but being able to do it while driving Akane crazy was adding a definite edge to her pleasure. She watched in glee as Akane's cock gave a twitch, and his eyes bugged out. When she saw the thin trickle of blood flowing from his nose, she braced herself.

***

Kanomi frowned as Ukyou broke off their conversation. The other girl's eyes widened, and a thin sheen of sweat formed on her brow. "Are you alright, Ukyou?"

Ukyou looked back at her, signs of strain clear on her face, she worked her mouth slightly, and her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. "Ah...sure, fine, I'm fine, nothing the matter. What were you saying, Kanomi?"

"Well, if you're sure..." Kanomi said, going back to her previous subject, one of the new boys at school. While she talked, she kept a wary eye on Ukyou, who was listening with a very distracted air.

***

With a scream that was equal parts lust and anger, Akane lunged for Ranma. For just a fraction of a second, as the hot water hit him, it was as if he was passing through a magic barrier, on one side, he was male, on the other, one hundred percent female. Then the transformation was complete, and Akane found herself in Ranma's arms, being twisted around until she was pressed up against the wall of the shower stall.

"Ranma, you let me go this instant!" Akane screamed, even as she felt her heart race with excitement.

"Are you sure, Akane?" Ranma asked as she pressed herself up against the other girl's back. Akane gave a shudder as she felt Ranma's breasts flattening against her hard muscled back. "Maybe we should get a second opinion?" Ranma asked, as she slid her arm around Akane. She ran her hand down Akane's slick wet belly, until her fingers encountered her wiry black pubic hair. "The lips on top say no, I wonder what these say?"

"Ahhhhhh," Akane gasped as Ranma's fingers slipped past her lower lips, and tickled the hot flesh inside. Her hips pushed back against Ranma, and her breath became rough and irregular. "Well, what do you know, these seem to say yes." Ranma whispered in Akane's ear.

"Ra_n_ma!" Akane gasped out, as she hunched forward against Ranma's probing fingers. She reached down to try and force the other girl's hand tight against her sex, then gave a groan of dismay when Ranma captured first one wrist, and then another. Pulling her hands out from in front of Akane's body, she used a wash cloth to bind them behind the other girl's back. Akane felt a thrill go through her body as she felt Ranma secure her hands.

Just as her male half had feared, Akane-chan had no objections to playing the helpless victim. Just so long as there was so much pleasure involved. The only thing that would make it perfect were if it was a hard cock pressing into her ass, rather than a pair of soft breasts pressing against her back. For a minute she started to seriously regret her objection to Ukyou's idea. Ukyou was no Ranma, but Akane did love her, and at the moment, a hard cock from either one of her partners sounded very appealing. She dispelled the thought hurriedly, however. She knew it was her demonic need speaking, and just served to heighten her determination to remain male. She owed it to Ukyou. The last thing she wanted was to have Ukyou wind up with a curse.

Akane felt Ranma's hands on her shoulders, turning her. She went with the pressure and turned so she was facing Ranma. The redhead looked her in the eyes, a serious look in her eyes, and Akane realized she was asking permission with her eyes to take this situation further. By way of answer, Akane lowered her eyelids until she was looking at Ranma in a sultry manner, and said, "Well, you've caught me, now do you have the guts to do anything about it?"

Ranma didn't answer with words, instead, the little redhead leaned forward and nuzzled Akane's pert breasts before taking one delicate nipple into her mouth. Akane drew in her breath, and shoved her chest forward, as if trying to jam the whole of her breast into the other girl's mouth. Ranma's hand roamed over Akane's body as her mouth kept busy. She reached around Akane and cupped her ass in each of her petite hands, pulling Akane tight against herself.

Akane marveled at the strength contained in those slim arms. It was so different then in her male body. In an abstract way, as if thinking of another person, she realized that in this situation, her male self would only be happy if it was Ranma who was under control. Akane didn't care. She gloried in the release of responsibility. In the last week she had finally grown to trust Ranma, not just with her physical welfare, but with her heart and feelings. Despite her smart, and very annoying mouth, Akane realized that Ranma would never willingly hurt her. She was free to surrender to the moment, secure in the knowledge that Ranma would not hold it against her. No more than her male self would hold Ranma's actions this morning against the little redhead. Just as Ranma had given herself to Akane, despite her fears. Akane made a present of her body to Ranma now. Her sacrifice was soon rewarded, as Ranma's mouth finally left her breasts, and began to kiss down her belly. Akane leaned back against the wall, and carefully spread her legs, taking care to keep her balance on the slick floor.

Ranma savored the salty taste of Akane's skin, still flavored with the sweat from gym class. She licked Akane's belly, drawing a giggle. Her tongue delved into Akane's belly button, and thrust deep into the cute little cleft. Akane's eyes got wide, and she gave a squeal, while trying to pull back from Ranma's probing tongue. The wall of the shower stall cut short her efforts to escape, and she could only writhe in mirth as Ranma continued to torment her. Ranma grinned to herself as she listened to Akane's gasping laughter. She had the other girl right where she wanted her. Running her hands down Akane's side, she found the bottom of Akane's rib cage, and pressed with her fingers.

Akane's muffled laughter turned into shrieks. "Ranma...stop...please...Oh god, ha...ha...stop!" Akane gasped out around her laughter.

"Nope," Ranma answered. You gave me shit for leaving you all alone last time I tied you up. Well, I'm not going to do that again, especially after the way you tried to steal my fight during lunch. I got you right where I want you, and I'm not letting you go until I get what I want." With that, Ranma stopped using her tongue for talking, and employed it in another, far more expressive way.

Pulling her hands away from Akane's side, she reached between the other girl's legs, and used her thumbs to part the outer lips of Akane's sex, exposing the delicate pink interior, with the small pulsing opening in the middle. Ranma leaned forward, and Akane threw her head back with a gasp as Ranma's tongue delved deep into her pussy. Ranma drank in Akane's juices with every indication of pleasure. Since Akane had introduced her to the pleasure of eating out another girl, she had become very fond of the act. It also let her examine the other girl's sex from up close and very personal.

Ranma still had the teenage boy's fascination with all things pertaining to the opposite sex, even if she had managed to hide it well before being trapped like this. So, even as her mouth drank Akane's juices, her eyes drank in all the beauty of Akane's sex. She spotted the small bud that was Akane's clitoris, and knowing from first hand experience how potent a nerve ending it was, moved her lips up Akane's slit, until she could lavish attention on the small nub.

***

With a sudden explosive crack, the edge of Ukyou's desk gave way, causing Kanomi to break off talking, and to start in surprise. Ukyou lifted the edge of her desk up to eye level, and looked at the broken off piece in her hand, not really seeing it.

"Ahh, Ukyou, are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine!?" Ukyou snapped back, her face flushed, and a slightly panicked look on her face. "Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm fine? I'm fine, perfect, there is nothing wrong with me. What are you all looking at?!" She snapped at the other students who were staring at her in shock.

Everyone except Kanomi hurriedly found other things to do. For her part, Kanomi was looking at Ukyou in narrow-eyed speculation. The other girl's behavior reminded her of something, and she was trying to remember what it was.

Ukyou waved the snapped off piece of desk in Kanomi's direction, her eyes a bit wild, and she seemed to be finding her seat uncomfortable, as she kept shifting her bottom. "Go on, what were you saying about Kenchi?"

***

On the other side of the shower wall, Coach Mayumi was not a happy camper. While she was not adverse to a little pussy munching herself, she found watching two other girls going at it boring, to say the least. She was also feeling rather disgruntled over the fact that she had lost an important part of her daily entertainment. While watching Ranma take a shower was not as good as sucking his cock, or feeling it pounding up her pussy, it was a lot better than nothing.

Now it looked like it was a thing of the past, with nothing on the horizon to replace it.

However, Akane's male side was even more impressive than Ranma's. The little glimpse she could catch before he got into the shower just made her hungry for more. Unless Akane decided to take up cold showers, a very unlikely event, considering her present activity, it looked like she was out of luck. She pulled her eye away from the wall, and leaned her forehead against it.

"Damn, it's not fair." She muttered to herself, too depressed to even place her eye back against the wall as Akane let out a particularly loud moan. For a minute she knelt there, listening to the activity on the other side of the wall, and feeling very sorry for herself. Then her eyes focused on an object just under her chin, one that she usually made great efforts to avoid in order to not be burned by its heat. It was the hot water shut off valve for the plumbing on the other side of the wall. Slowly, a grin grew on her face, until it looked like something was going to tear. Pulling her T-shirt free of her gym shorts, she used it to insulate her hand from the heat of the tap. Placing her eye back in front of the hole in the shower, she began to turn it.

***

Akane was going crazy with passion as Ranma continued to drive her wild with her mouth and tongue. She strained against her bonds, trying to free her hands so that she could press the redhead's face tight against her pussy. Her passion was so high, that when the cold water hit, and the towel tying his wrists snapped, Akane didn't think. Simply glad to have his hands free, he reached around and pressed Ranma's head firmly toward his groin. The feeling of Ranma's mouth wrapped around his cock was wonderful... Cock? Akane's eyes dropped down, to where Ranma was struggling against Akane's hands, her mouth crammed full of cock.

For a second the tableau held, then several things happened all at once. Akane, who had been right on the verge when the cold water hit, found the sensation of Ranma's mouth wrapped around his member too much, and started to shudder with the prelude to painting Ranma's tonsils with his cum. For her part, Ranma wrenched herself off of Akane's jutting spike and cowered back against the shower wall, just as Akane began spewing heavy white cream. Ranma gave a small shriek, ducked and avoided the jets of sperm as if it were something toxic, such as Akane's cooking.

***

Ukyou gave a shudder, her head came up, every muscle in her body seemed to tense, and then she slumped forward, her breath coming in gasping rasps.

"That is enough!" Miss Hinako shouted. "Kuonji Ukyou, go and stand in the hall."

Ukyou raised her head, and looked weakly at the teenage teacher, "Hai," she said in a strained voice, and stumbled out of the classroom, followed by the curious looks of all her fellow students.

***

Coach Mayumi's fingers were a blur as she rubbed herself with all her strength. The image on the other side of the wall was almost all she could ask for. She had very carefully turned down the hot water till it was just cool enough to change Akane, but not cold enough to drive him and Ranma from the shower. She was now being well rewarded for her foresight. She licked her lips in appreciation as Akane's heavy load splattered against the side of the shower stall. Oh god, she thought to herself, what a waste. She could taste that delicious substance in her mind. What a fool Saotome was.

***

Ranma raised her head so the stream of water from the showerhead could fill her wide-open mouth. She lowered her head and spit, then continued to repeat the action until Akane pulled her into a hug, dragging her down with him as he slid down the shower wall. Akane set Ranma on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Was it really that bad?"

"Bad? Of course it was bad. I just sucked a guy's cock for the Kamis' sake." Then Ranma glared at her. "How come you let me pull away? Why didn't you hold me until you came?"

"Nani!?" Akane asked in shock.

"I told you I wanted you to be the one I did things the first time with, and now you've gone and blown it. Why couldn't you just hold me till you got it over with? This was the perfect chance to get it out of the way."

"Are you out of your mind? I couldn't do that. Ranma, you freaked just from having me in your mouth for a few seconds. What would you have done if I'd actually come there?"

Ranma looked a bit sick at the idea, but she glared belligerently up at Akane. "I could have handled it. I told you I wanted you to be first." She repeated impatiently.

Akane looked down at Ranma with an exasperated expression of his face. "This isn't some sort of kata you need to do, you baka. When you're ready to do that, we'll do it. If you're never ready, then that's fine too. I may like to play around a bit with bondage and stuff, but I never want to do anything to you that you find so disgusting.

Ranma glared at him. "What the hell happens if I can't beat Ryouga during our next match, and he decides to use my mouth?"

"What?! What do you mean, the next time you fight Ryouga?! You can't fight him again. Who knows what sort of affect that potion might be having on him. You don't know what he might do to you the next time!"

"You don't think I'm going to let Ryouga get away with beating me, do you? I have to fight him again."

"Why, why do you have to fight him again? Just let it go, Ranma. I'll take care of Ryouga."

"No fucking way. I fight my own fights. I don't hide behind anyone."

"The way you always let me fight my fights?"

"Hey, that was different, you kept getting into fights with people you couldn't beat."

"You mean like you and Ryouga?"

"Me and Ryouga ain't nothing like that. I can beat him."

"Not like you are now. I may not be as good as you, Ranma, but I know martial artists. I can judge comparative strengths just fine, and there is no way you can beat Ryouga like you are now. So don't even think of getting into a fight with him."

Ranma started to struggle in Akane's arms. "Let me go, damn it!" She shouted.

"No." Akane said simply, and hugged Ranma harder. Despite all her efforts, there was nothing Ranma could do to break free of Akane's hold. "If you can't even get away from me, then how do you think you can beat Ryouga?"

"Damn it Akane, let me the fuck go!" Ranma beat on Akane's chest with all her might, but for all the effect she was having, she might as well have been pounding on a sheet of steel. Ranma's motions became more frantic, and tears started to steam down her face. Finally, sobs burst from her, and she buried her face in Akane's chest. "I hate this, I hate this. I hate being weak."

"You're not weak, Ranma!" Akane said in a gentle voice, stroking her back. "Just because I can keep hold of you when I'm male doesn't make you weak. I hardly know anyone you couldn't beat. Ryouga just happens to be one of the ones you can't."

"And you?" Ranma said in a sarcastic tone.

Akane paused, his ego fought with what he suspected was the truth. Ranma's red-rimmed eyes decided the matter. "Maybe, if I start out with an advantage like I did here, but in a stand up fight, I don't know, I think it would depend on the circumstances, but only because I know you wouldn't want to hurt me. I don't think I could ever beat you, not if you were ready to go all out."

Ranma looked up in amazement when Akane said this. She knew how sensitive Akane was about her skill. For him to admit to Ranma being better, even if it was obvious, was a big step for him. She gave a sigh, and leaned into Akane. "I just know it feels like hell when someone treats you like you can't look after yourself."

Akane started to open his mouth to protest, but Ranma continued before he could. "No wonder you always wanted to slug me when I did it. I was being a real jerk."

"Ranma?" Akane said in surprise. "Do you mean that?"

"Sure. Maybe there were times you were outclassed, but a lot of times it was jerks like Kuno and Mousse, I should have let you take them on your own."

"Oh Ranma!" Akane cried out, and lifting her up, she pulled her into a deep kiss. Ranma was surprised at first, but soon joined Akane with full-fledged enthusiasm.

*

A few minutes later, they were dressing. Their argument of earlier was done, and as they slipped into their clothes, they exchanged shy glances, hardly able to keep from grinning like idiots. Then, a real idiot showed up.

The door to the shower area slammed open, and an appalled Tatewaki Kuno stood in the open portal, his eyes bugged out as he saw Akane buttoning his shirt, and Ranma slipping her skirt on. Ranma's eyes were still a little red from the tears she had shed earlier, and that was all it took to send Kuno into full rant, not that it usually took much to do that job.

"Saotome! You foul fiend, that even you could stoop to such vile behavior! For the honor of the pigtailed-girl, dieeeeeee!!!" Kuno swung his bokken with all his might straight at Akane's head. Ranma's heart rose up in her throat, but she needn't have worried. Pain was a wonderful teacher, and Akane was not about to make the same mistake twice. A subtle shift of his body, a quick motion of his arm, and Kuno's bokken smacked into the palm of his hand. Akane winced slightly from the sting, but closed his hand tight, immobilizing the wooden sword.

"Release my weapon, thou foul fiend, you sully it with your very touch. Release it that it may drink deep of your life blood, and avenge the foul despoiling of the pigtailed-girl!" Kuno used both hands and tried futilely to wrench his bokken free of Akane's grasp. So intent on freeing his weapon was he, that he failed to take note of Akane drawing back his free hand to end this fight.

Akane was ready to put Kuno out, but controlling himself, he stopped and looked over at Ranma, a question in his eyes. "Go ahead, he may be calling you by my name, but he's talking about you." Ranma gave Akane a smile that clearly said thanks-for-asking.

***

On the other side of the wall, Coach Mayumi shut her eyes in sympathetic pain as the room shook, and tiny flecks of plaster floated down from the recently repaired ceiling. "That has got to hurt." She muttered to herself as she brought her eye back to the wall. On the other side, Ranma and Akane were just leaving, and Kuno's battered form was slowly sliding out of the impression his body had made in the wall. Mayumi examined the fallen boy closely. The actions of her fingers had barely begun to scratch her itch, and Kuno was not that bad looking a boy. She bit her upper lip as her rational mind wrestled with her lustful nature. It was not much of a contest, all it took was one half-baked idea, and Mayumi was out the door like a shot.

She was in the shower room with Kuno's body in record time, and wasted no time in pulling his pants free of his waist. She was far too horny to waste time on preliminaries, so with no hesitation she dropped her head and took Kuno's limp cock into her mouth and groaned in ecstasy. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her mouth.

Her expert ministrations soon bore fruit, and Kuno's soldier straightened to attention. Pre-cum began to leak from the tip, and she savored the taste. She was tempted to suck him completely dry. The sight of Akane wasting his precious fluids on the side of the shower had given her a hunger for male juice, but she had an itch that just had to be scratched, and as tasty as Kuno was, that could wait. The kendoist muttered something about a pigtailed girl.

Mayumi didn't listen, she had more important matters at hand. Taking hold of Kuno's staff and holding it upright, she swung a leg over him and settled down, taking him into her well-trained pussy. She groaned in ecstasy, it had been far too long since the last time. She began to bounce up and down with great enthusiasm, milking Kuno for all she was worth.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on Kuno's broad chest. The feel of the firm muscles under his clothing added to her excitement. All that sword swinging had given Kuno a truly great set of pecks. So many of her former partners had been scrawny schoolboys. Great stamina, able to fuck all night, and to come a dozen times, but with bodies that left a lot to be desired. With any luck, Kuno would provide her with the best of both worlds, a firm masculine body, and the stamina of a teenager.

*

Tatewaki Kuno was somewhat of a connoisseur when it came to waking up after being knocked out. He had experienced the full gamut, from the aching of his whole face as a result of a spatula, to the subtle tingle that meant he had been placed there by pressure point. This particular time was definitely an Tendo Akane induced coma, which was puzzling, as it was clearly Saotome who had struck the cowardly blow. His thoughts did not linger long on that puzzle, however, a strange feeling in his loins drove all other thoughts from his mind.

Kuno's eyes flew open. The first thing they saw was a pair of large bouncing breasts, and for a brief, glorious, second, he thought the pigtailed one had at last broken free from Saotome. Then his eyes moved from the bouncing orbs and up to the face above them.

"By the gods, woman!! What are you doing?"

For a second, Mayumi paused in her up and down motion on Kuno's staff, and almost blurted out, 'If you don't know, then you need more help then I thought.' Instead, she remembered the idea that had inspired her to break her vow toward the boys of Furinkan, and let her eyes go wide and staring. "I must obey my master." She said in a voice straight out of a late night movie. "He has commanded that I delay you."

"That fiend! You must control yourself, woman!" Kuno reached up to grab Mayumi's shoulders, but she caught his wrists and redirected his hands. Kuno ended up grabbing something far softer than her shoulders.

At the same time that Kuno's powerful hands closed on her breasts, Mayumi tightened the muscles that had once broken her friend Miki's wrist. Kuno's protests died out in a gurgle as his eyes bugged out. For a second he lay there, then his hands began to slowly knead Mayumi's large, soft breasts, and he said in a dazed voice. "It would be most dishonorable to leave a lady in distress. I will succor you till such time as Saotome's foul spell wears off."

Mayumi's eyes gleamed, and a very wicked look came into her eyes. Kuno might be a fool and a braggart, not to mention more than a little crazy, but he had one upstanding quality, and she had a lot of frustration to work out. As she bounced up and down on the recumbent kendoist, she mused to herself that Saotome's wicked spell would last a long time, at least until she found someone better.

She reached up and laid her hands over Kuno's, driving his fingers deep into her breasts. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She chanted as she bobbed up and down. Kuno for once in his life was silent. A fact that Ranma would have been amazed at. It was unlikely, however, that she would be willing to stoop to Mayumi's method for shutting him up.

*****

Edogawa Conan, formerly known as Shinchi Kudo, back when he was seventeen years old and a genius detective, exited school, and promptly leaned against the outside wall, his head sagging in exhaustion. He wondered if his brain was melting. Of all the many trials of tribulations of being eight years old again, having to attend grammar school again was one of the worst. They had just spent the last hour reviewing the five times tables. He could still hear his classmates' impossibly cheery voices chanting in his memory.

"Conan-kun, Conan-kun." One of the voices seemed to be saying, and then he realized it was Ayumi, the little girl who had befriended him and dragged him into the gang she ran with an irrepressible enthusiasm, and with the iron fist of a dictator.

He looked over at the small dark-haired girl, who had run up to him, trailed by Genta and Mitsuhiko, the other members of their group. "Hi Ayumi-chan, what's up?"

Ayumi looked at him with a serious expression. "Conan-kun, we have a monster to fight. You must come with us." Conan was really not in the mood, but before he could make any excuses, Ayumi grabbed him by the arm and dragged him after her as she headed for the school gates. Big Genta and skinny Mitsuhiko followed after, glaring daggers at Conan.

Conan big-sweated as he realized they were in one of their periodic jealous periods. Oh well, he thought to himself, they'd forget it as soon as whatever adventure Ayumi had dreamed up started. Thank goodness they were not really going to face a monster, or the two of them might do something foolish.

*

A little while later, they paused on the street, and Ayumi took her backpack off. Laying it down, she began to rummage through it, eventually pulling out a battery powered Sailor Moon toy. Some sort of bulky wand, with a plastic heart on the top. Conan was not sure which one, since he didn't follow the show, though he knew Ayumi was a big fan. He steeled himself for the role-playing that was about to commence. He was constantly amazed at how into it his friends could get. He could never remember playing make believe that seriously as a kid. Being a detective did not count, he had been the real thing. It was not playing. Conan's detached air was interrupted when Ayumi held out a white object to him.

"Here Conan-kun, you can be Tuxedo Kamen."

"Nani?" Conan said in shock, and tried to wave off the honor before the other two boys could object, but he was too late. Big Genta thrust himself forward and protested.

"I should be Tuxedo-kamen, I'm the bravest one here."

"Don't be silly, Genta. You're an awful coward. Conan is the bravest."

Genta gritted his teeth and looked daggers at Conan. "Conan, you bastard." he muttered under his breath.

Conan sighed as he gave in to the inevitable, and took the white domino mask. Now he was going to have to try and make Genta look good in front of Ayumi, or he'd sulk. He would also threaten Conan with sever damage, but Conan had not taken long to realize that the big boy was a marshmallow under his rather thuggish appearance, so that really didn't come into the equation. Taking off the large glasses with the plain glass lens he wore as disguise, he put on the mask, and then the glasses back on over top of it. "So Ayumi-chan, where's the monster?"

"Shh!" Ayumi said, holding her finger up to her lips. She then handed Conan one last prop, a plastic rose.

"Figures." Conan muttered to himself.

"Be very quiet, we don't want her to hear us coming." Ayumi admonished him.

Her? Conan wondered to himself, he tried to remember if there were any large ugly female statues in the area that might be Ayumi's target, but he could not think of any. He followed her as she led them down the street, and at the corner of a Chinese restaurant, she ducked into the side lane and headed for the back.

Ayumi paused and said in a whisper that could be heard yards away. "There she is, be very careful, she's a real monster."

Conan looked past her, and saw what looked like a scarecrow of some type sitting on a post in the middle of the yard. It was a caricature of a human figure, hardly looking like anything more than a lump, really. His eyes narrowed in thought however, when he noted the expensive silk robe that it was dressed in. Why would someone dress a scarecrow in such expensive clothing? Maybe it was set out to dry after being washed. In which case the owner would not be pleased if Ayumi got it all dirty. "Wait a minute Ayumi..." he started to say, but she brushed by him.

"Wicked monster of darkness, for invading the earth, and doing lots of nasty things, I, the pretty sailor soldier of justice, Sailor Moon, will punish you!"

Conan groaned to himself, glad that there were no adults around. His friends seemed to be immune to embarrassment, but Conan was not so lucky. At least Ayumi was doing this out of sight. Not like last week in the park. His thoughts were suddenly stifled in shock as the dummy on the stick slowly rotated to face their group.

Genta and Mitsuhiko cried out "It's alive," and huddled together. Conan deduced from this that they were as surprised as he was. The figure on top of what Conan now saw was a staff was wrinkled beyond belief, with large staring eyes in a face that only Darwin could have loved. The only thing that seemed to confirm Ayumi's claim as to its sex was its clothing, which appeared female. The ancient woman looked at them with eyes that seemed to bore into their souls, Mitsuhiko and Genta wailed and huddled closer together, while Ayumi maintained her poise, glaring right back at the elderly creature. Conan was about to apologize for disturbing her, and to beat a hasty retreat, when the withered crone spoke in a voice like a rusty hinge.

"So, Sailor Moon, you have tracked me down. Foolish girl, what makes you think you can defeat the mighty Cologne, heir to the terror of a hundred generations of Chinese Emperors? You face your doom now." The old woman raised her hand, and to Conan's amazement, a ball of light seemed to form in it. Then the other shoe dropped, and he realized the old woman must be some sort of retired show business magician Ayumi had found. He was so pleased with his deduction, he did not notice both Ayumi and the old woman staring at him expectantly, and with a little impatience.

"Psst, Conan-kun, the rose, the rose," Ayumi said out of the side of her mouth while maintaining her pose.

"Oh, yeah," Conan quickly fished out the plastic rose Ayumi had given him, and threw it rather awkwardly at the old lady. The plastic flower caused drag he noted, making the flower fly stem first, just like a throwing shuriken's tassel. The rose hit the old woman's robes, and bounced off, but she gave a great shriek, and the ball of light in her hand went rocketing up into the sky, bursting harmlessly in a faint fireworks display.

"Arrggg," she screamed theatrically, "Curse you Tuxedo-kamen. You won't beat me that easy!"

"In the name of the moon, I'll punish you!" Ayumi said in complete seriousness. Then she pressed a button on her baton, causing an electronic pulsing sound to emerge, as well as a flashing red light to appear in the plastic heart on top of it.

"Ohhhhhh!" Once again the old woman screamed, sliding down her staff. "I'm melting, melting, how could a such little girl defeat my beautiful wickedness." The Old woman subsided to the ground, and indeed, it looked as if she faded away till there was nothing left except the robes.

"Is...is it dead?" Genta stuttered.

"Yes, thanks to the mighty Tuxedo-kamen, the evil youma is defeated." Ayumi then bounded over, and planted a kiss on Conan's cheek, much to his embarrassment, and to Genta and Mitsuhiko's displeasure. Before the two other boys could say anything, a slow clapping sound came from the back of the restaurant.

Conan looked over and saw a slender girl with a good figure, and brown hair styled in a semi bowl cut. The girl looked perfectly normal, except for some strange marks on her face. She was clapping slowly, and had a sardonic look on her face.

"Hmpp, well yes, children, would you like to come in and have some milk and cookies?"

Conan turned and saw the old lady standing beside her staff, an embarrassed look on her face. In that moment Conan felt a bit of kinship with her. They were both of them going through their second childhood, he thought with amusement.

***

"So, what was with the theatrics outside?" Nabiki asked Cologne, as she helped get some refreshments for the rug-rats the old woman had been playing with.

Cologne did not look at her, and for a moment Nabiki thought she was not going to answer, but then she spoke, still not looking toward Nabiki. "Back home, I am the senior by a large margin, no one is close to me in terms of age, knowledge or skill. I am unique in a way. Everyone in the village treats me with the greatest respect, of course."

"Of course." Nabiki agreed, earning her a 'look' from Cologne, which she returned with a patented Nabiki smile.

"Anyway, all the children are most respectful, they would not dream of interrupting my important time. They are all very polite, and very distant. It has been a very long time since I could have children. When Shampoo's mother died, and I had a young girl around for the first time in a very long time, it reminded me of how much I missed children, but in the village, they kept their distance. I met Ayumi-chan a little while ago. She reminds me so much of my first daughter, and she does not fear me in the slightest."

"Hmmm," Nabiki mused to herself. "I always wondered why you stuck around so long. It must have been obvious to you a long time ago that you were not going to land Ranma. It must have been very lonely for you in the village, surrounded by people who respected you too much to laugh when you were around, or to behave a little silly. Always being on their best behavior, as it were."

"Don't be silly, son-in-law." Cologne dismissed Nabiki's comment in an offhand way, not looking at the young girl. "I stayed because it was my duty to do so."

Nabiki suddenly felt a presence, and looked down to see a serious looking young boy in large glasses. The one who had been Tuxedo-kamen. "What can we do for you, Tux-baby?"

The little boy blushed, but he did not shy away like Nabiki had expected. "Pardon me," he said, turning to Cologne as he asked. "I was wondering if you could show me how you did that trick with the fireworks. I know how you must have done it, but I can't figure out the mechanism."

Cologne smiled at him, and even that did not make him shy away. Kid has strong stuff, Nabiki thought as Cologne answered him.

"Fireworks? Oh, you mean the Ki blast. A harmless focusing method for young students, but I'm afraid I can only teach it to members of the Amazon tribe."

"Amazon?" The young boy asked curiously.

"A tale for another day, I'm afraid." Cologne said, handing a platter of cookies and a jug of milk to Nabiki. "For now, let us enjoy our treat."

***

Out in the restaurant dining room, Ayumi was very carefully stroking Shampoo, who was being on her best behavior, helped by the fact that Ayumi was not one of those children who thought a cat's tail was a handle. "Can we have a saucer of milk for the kitty?"

"You'll have to ask Nabiki, she belongs to her." Cologne answered.

"Can we pleeeaase, lady?" Ayumi asked.

Nabiki looked at Shampoo, who was looking rather embarrassed, and grinned. "I think that would be a wonderful idea." She turned to where Mousse was sitting in the corner, her eyes moving constantly between Shampoo and Nabiki, as if she could not decide which one she would rather be watching. "Mouse-chan, would you go and get a saucer for Shampoo?"

Genta laughed, "That's funny. A mouse is going to get some milk for the cat."

Nabiki smiled wickedly at Shampoo, who was watching Mousse's retreating back with her ears laid low. "Mouse loves to do things 'for' Shampoo, but if she's not a good cat, I might ask Mouse to do things 'to' Shampoo."

Three of the children looked at her blankly, but Shampoo and the strange kid with glasses looked at her with different expressions. Shampoo's was alarmed, the kid's was...strange. Nabiki had an impression there were very un-kid-like thoughts going on under that placid expression. She had a feeling he was taking her comment apart, and was analyzing it, trying to figure out the double meaning. Without knowledge of the Jusenkyo curses, however, he lacked data, however, and Nabiki could almost see him putting the matter aside as he concentrated on something else.

"What are those tattoos? Do they mean anything?" He asked suddenly.

"Nothing much, it's just something I inherited from my family. They mean I have demon blood."

Cologne spat out the tea she had been drinking, and looked at Nabiki crossly.

Ayumi looked at her wide-eyed. "Really?"

"That's right, kid, but you don't have to worry. I only eat big girls, you're too small to keep."

Ayumi looked at her in delight, and said, "When I'm a big girl, I'll come back and we can fight. Ok?"

"Sure thing, kid."

"Aw, she's not really a demon, Ayumi-chan." Mitsuhiko said.

Nabiki grinned at him, baring her fangs. "Sure about that, kid?"

Mitsuhiko eeped, and tried to hid behind Genta, which was a bit hard, as Genta was trying to hide behind him. Ayumi just shuddered in pleasant horror at the display.

*

Later, after they had chivied the rug-rats out of the building, Cologne chastised Nabiki. "That was very foolish. Do you plan on telling everyone you meet about your condition?"

"Please, give me some credit. The kids are going to spread that tale to all their little friends, and the friends are going to tell their parents about the demon living at the Nekohanten."

"And this is a good thing?" Cologne asked, but her tone was not skeptical, rather an invitation for Nabiki to explain her reasons.

"Oh, very much a good thing. I can't hide the fact that I'm strange. I have a feeling these tattoos are the non-removable type, and I'm not sure what would happen if a dentist got a good look at these teeth. Nope, if I get the kids to put out the demon story, then all the adults will believe anything but that. After all, what do kids know?" She said in a voice reeking of contempt.

"I take it you don't agree with that."

"No, I don't. Kids are a lot smarter than they look, and they are great spies, since no one ever pays any attention to them, and if you're willing to listen, they'll tell you the most interesting things." Nabiki dropped the subject, and switched to another. "So, are you ready to go to dinner? Kasumi's welcome home feast is always a good feed. Come on, Shampoo. Let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

"Are you still planning to take Shampoo? Ranma's fear of her feline form could make it awkward."

"She'll just have to live with it. We'll sit at the other end of the table. I'm betting Ranma's appetite will outweigh her fear. As long as Shampoo doesn't get in her face, then Ranma should be alright. Most of Shampoo's problem with Ranma and her cat form was she would never back off, or used it to punish him. If she had taken it easy, he might have eventually gotten used to her."

"Why not let Shampoo change?"

"No way. She still has several days to go in her punishment. Besides, this will be more fun. I can't wait to introduce Daddy to his daughter-in-law, the cat."

"Isn't that a little harsh?"

Nabiki's eyes hardened. "There is no way Daddy could not have known about the demonic blood in the family line, not with his attitude toward bloodlines, and if he didn't, he should have. If he had filled us in on that little fact, I might not have ended up married to Shampoo."

"Merrp." Shampoo protested.

"Not that I mind, sweetheart," Nabiki reassured the feline as she lifted the cat up so she could look her in the eye, "but you do have to admit we have a rather unusual relationship. You might have been happier with someone else."

"Meeewwwwor!"

"Oh sure, you say that now, but it's sort of after-the-fact isn't it?"

"You can understand her?" Cologne asked.

"Huh," Nabiki grunted, and looked at Shampoo in surprise, who returned the look. "You're right, that is a bit unusual. I never really thought about it. I guess it must be part of the soul-bonding." She gave a shrug, "Makes life easier, anyway."

"What are you going to do about Mousse?"

"Mouse?" Nabiki asked, and corrected at the same time. "I'll get her to clean up here."

"And you think she will?"

Nabiki shrugged. "I'll tell her I won't give her a good beating when we get back if she doesn't stay put. That should keep her masochistic little butt in line."

Cologne just shook her head. "Well, if nothing else, things should be interesting. I'm looking forward to examining Ranma's condition. She should not have survived a full dose of Suzuka Slave Potion. She should have died when it destroyed her chi. I'm eager to find out why she did not."

*****

Genma-panda gloated to himself as he looked at the layout on the Shogi board. He had Tendo trapped like a rat. There was no way he was going to win this match. "Urrr, urrr," he growled, motioning for Soun to hurry up and make his move.

"In a moment, Saotome, in a minute. Don't rush a man." Soun looked up to glare at Genma, but then his eyes widened, and he hissed under his breath. "Saotome, your wife."

Genma just chuckled, and held up a sign. *Pull the other one, Tendo.* His laughter choked off as a pair of feminine arms wrapped around his furry neck, and a sultry voice whispered in his ear.

"Thank you for your 'help' in the laundry room, Panda-chan. I hope we can do it again sometime...soon." Genma was stunned, and Soun took full advantage of it to shift a few critical pieces. However, when Nodoka threatened no violence, but just continued to hug him, Genma calmed down, and waited for her to get over whatever delusion she was currently operating under. He would have shoved her away, but even he was not that stupid.

Nodoka let go of Genma, and walked toward the kitchen. Soun swallowed nervously. Nodoka was not moving in any way suggestively, but for some reason her body seemed to radiate sexual promise. Genma took advantage of his distraction to move the same critical pieces Soun had moved, and a few more besides.

Nodoka vanished into the back, and Soun wiped the sweat from his brow. "I must say, Saotome, she did not seem all that displeased with you just now."

*Women, who can figure them?* Genma flipped the sign. *Still your move.*

"You are a cold man, Saotome."

*Whatever.* Flip *Still your move.*

Soun sighed, and looked down at the board. "Nani...how...I don't..."

"Hello, father, would you like a snack?"

"Why, yes, Kasumi," Soun said, not bothering to look up, keeping all his attention focused on the board. CRASH!! "Nani!?" Soun cried out in shock. Looking at the large platter covered in Bamboo shoots, with several small cookies resting on Soun's side. He asked his daughter, "What is this, Kasumi?"

"Why, just a little snack, father."

"But why the Bamboo?"

"Oh, that's not for you, father. That's for Uncle Saotome. I've been reading, and it's very bad to feed pandas human food."

"But Saotome is a man."

"Not at the moment, father. Would you like me to get you some hot water, Uncle?"

*Yes please!!!* Genma signed, nodding his head vigorously.

During this conversation, Soun had not let his attention wonder from the board, keeping at least one eye on it at all times. He was rather proud of that. He went back to studying his position carefully, ignoring the signs Genma held up for him to hurry. He did not lift his gaze from the board until Genma screamed.

"ARGGGGG!!! Hot!! Hot!!! Hot!!!!" Soun looked up to see a male Genma flapping his gi vigorously, trying to get the hot, wet fabric as far away from his skin as possible. Kasumi was standing over him with a brass kettle that was still steaming furiously.

"Oh my. I'm sorry Uncle, was that a little too hot?"

"A little!!" An incredulous Genma said. "I was almost boiled!"

Genma suddenly remembered the game and jerked his attention back to the board, but to his surprise, none of the pieces had been moved. "Hehehehehe," He chuckled while thinking, You're slipping, Tendo, this victory will be mine. He looked up, preparing to gloat, but was taken aback by the expression on his old friend's face. He followed Soun's face, but it was only Kasumi. He looked at her for a minute, but could see nothing to get upset about. He turned back to the game, and was about to tell Soun to hurry up. Before he could speak however, Soun rose from his chair, and grasped Kasumi by the arm. Then not saying a word, he pulled her toward the back of the house.

"Tendo!" Genma cried out in genuine anguish. "Get back here, we're not finished yet!"

Soun ignored him, while they rounded a corner and vanished from sight.

***

The door to the laundry room slid open and Soun walked in, pulling Kasumi along behind him. He wheeled on her and took her by the shoulders. Staring at the tattoos on her face with shock, he said. "Kasumi, what happened? Why aren't you wearing your wards?"

"I don't need them anymore, father. I'm cured."

"Cured!? Are...are, you sure, Kasumi? You wouldn't try to fool your old father, would you?"

"Of course not, father. It's true, I'm able to control myself at last."

Soun gathered her up in a hug, and with tears running down his cheeks, said, "I'm so happy. So very, very happy." Kasumi's shoulder was getting a little damp, so she gently disengaged Soun's hands from around her and stepped back. Soun stared at her, tears running down his face. Sniffing to clear his nose, he said. "Your mother would have been so proud of you." Soun paused, took another sniff, a puzzled look crossing his face. Someone had been fucked in here, and not that long ago. Kasumi had noticed his actions, and was blushing red. A fact that did not escape Soun.

"Who was he, Kasumi?!" He roared, just barely keeping himself from going into full hysterical father mode. Considering what Kasumi was, that would have been a bit hypocritical of him.

Kasumi looked at her father helplessly. While the wards had freed her of many restrictions, the inability to tell a lie was not one of those. That was a facet of her very nature. She could lie with only the greatest of difficulty, and never to her father.

"There wasn't a man, father."

Soun took Kasumi by the shoulder, and tipped her face up so she was looking at him. "Kasumi-chan, you are my little girl. You don't have to lie to me. I'll love you no matter what. Please, Kasumi-chan, trust this old fool."

"You're not a fool, father!" Kasumi protested, but Soun was not going to let her get him sidetracked.

"Please, Kasumi, you know how sensitive my nose is. I can smell him." Soun gave a heavy sniff. A puzzled expression crossed his face. That was funny, It smelled a great deal like his friend Saotome, but he had been with Genma all day, and the day before, as well. Not to mention that Genma's condition made it impossible for him to have been the culprit. Could it have been...Ranma? But no, that was not possible, her condition made it even more unlikely than Genma having done it.

Kasumi was badly conflicted, she did not want to lie to her father, but on the other hand, what had felt so right earlier, her actions with Nodoka, suddenly, in retrospect, looked very bad. She just knew her father was not going to approve, and that meant mother would not have approved either. Tears started to run down her face.

"Kasumi! Don't cry, dear. Please just tell me who he was."

"Me, father."

"Nani?"

"Auntie wanted him so badly, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to make her feel good. Her desire made me change into Uncle Genma, and I...I made love to her."

Soun stared at her in shock, unable to grasp the situation. His daughter, and his best friend's wife.

"I'll start wearing my wards again, father." Kasumi said tearfully. "I'm not safe around decent people without them."

Soun looked at his weeping daughter, and his heart nearly broke. He gathered her up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "There, there, Kasumi. You are the most decent person I have ever known." He closed his eyes, and tried to distance himself from his emotions, a very hard task for him. "Tell...tell me Kasumi, you...you didn't make Nodoka, you know, want you?"

Kasumi looked up at him in shock. "Oh my no, father. I could never have done that. I didn't even mean for it to happen. I was just outside her door, and she, well she wanted Uncle Genma so badly..." Kasumi trailed off and lowered her head in shame. "I couldn't help myself. I'm so very sorry, father."

Once again, Soun pulled her into a hug, and tried to decide what to do. The simplest solution would be to have Kasumi start wearing her wards again. He shied away from that. He loved his daughter dearly, and to see her constantly in the fog that the wards caused hurt him a great deal. He thought of Nodoka, and what it must have been like for her, all these years with no companionship. She was a healthy woman, and Soun knew her morals would never allow her to take a lover. He pushed Kasumi out to arm's length and looked at her.

"Kasumi, tell me the truth, did you drain any of Nodoka's energy?"

"Oh no, father, that's what I said. I'm cured, I don't have to do that anymore if I don't want to."

"And you were just doing it because Nodoka needed it so badly?"

Kasumi paused a second before answering. In truth, she was doing it because she was in love with Nodoka, but that was not how it started. And that was what her father was asking, wasn't it?

"That's right, father. Auntie missed uncle so much. I just had to do something to help her."

"Well, that's alright, then." Soun said with a laugh, clapping Kasumi on the shoulder. "You were just being a good hostess. I'm sure your mother would understand." He looked at Kasumi and his heart lifted to see the glowing expression on her face. "Just promise me you will be careful. Don't let Nodoka or Genma find out the truth."

"Oh, I will, father, I promise."

"Well, then, if that's settled, what's for supper tonight?"

A brief image formed in Kasumi's mind, of a panda on a very large platter with an apple in its mouth, but she shoved it away and answered. "I thought we'd have some sukiyaki."

*****

Miko Mido looked across the hot water spring that was her father's favorite residence. He was standing in the middle of the water, loose and calm, his expression set in his normal poker face. His slate gray skin and shoulder spikes reflected in the still water surrounding him, not a ripple betraying the fact that he was alive. He might as well have been a statue. Miko drew in a deep, cleansing breath and centered herself, then launched her attack. Flying through the air, she came down on one of the small boulders that dotted the spring, and bounded again. She flew in a somersault over her father's head, lashing out with a foot while weaving her body around his attempt to grab her. Her foot landed hard against the side of his head, and altered her trajectory enough that she landed on the shore of the spring, rather than in the water. Being in the water would have hampered her motions, and left her vulnerable to her father, who could move through it much easier than she could. Her father rocked from the force of her blow, but did not lose his calm demeanor.

"You will have to do better than that, Miko. If you wish to continue this training of yours, you must show me its value."

Miko said nothing, conserving her strength. Her father had not been pleased by her efforts to learn mortal martial arts. He had initially refused to sanction it, and while he could not really prevent her from doing so, she wanted his approval. He had reluctantly agreed to a match so that she could prove the worth of her new skill.

She had to win this fight. She did not want to go back to being rape-bait. Oh sure, it could be fun at times, but mostly it was just degrading. Her new skills would let her have the fun, without needing to put up with the degradation. It would be her choice how far an encounter went. If the guy was cute, like Ryouga, then maybe she'd let him win. Miko looked at the slate grey giant who was her father, and vowed to beat him. She once again drew a deep breath and launched herself.

*

The fight lasted for over an hour. Miko pretty much struck where and when she wanted, and her father only managed to land faint, glancing blows. If the match were to be decided on points, then Miko would have been a shoe-in. Unfortunately for her, that was not the case. Even more unfortunately, she was panting like a bellows, while her father was not even sweating. Miko's legs were shaking from weariness, and her arms felt like lead.

Miko stood on the bank of the spring once more, examining her father while trying to catch her breath. This is not good, she thought to herself. If I'm going to win this, I have to hit him harder than I've been doing. I'm not going to be able to last much longer, I have to finish this now. She braced herself and leapt, only to be betrayed by her weary leg muscles. She landed on the edge of the rock she had aimed for, rather than the middle, and it turned under her feet. Before she could regain her balance, she fell into the hot spring, and before she could scramble out of the way, her father was on her.

Claws that could rip rock made short work of her fighting outfit as they tore it from her body. Naked, she found herself unable to resist as her father's massive hands encircled her waist and turned her so she was facing away from him, dangling from his hands in a bent over position, her face only inches from her knees. She used the leverage provided by his hands to force her upper body up, and she swung a backhanded strike against him. It thumped into his chest without eliciting a single reaction. Despite her struggles, her father had little difficulty in positioning her body at the proper position for his next attack. She was completely vulnerable to him, and he did not waste the opportunity her close proximity offered. Miko gasped as she felt the hot head of her father's massive shaft suddenly brush against her thigh.

Dread suddenly filled Miko as she realized she'd made a very bad mistake. She had focused so hard on proving the worth of her new skills to her father that she had neglected to prepare for the outcome if she lost. Part of that was due to the fact that he was, after all, her father, and she simply hadn't expected matters to go this far. A fault of her human upbringing. Father he might have been, but he was still a Shikima, and to a Shikima, a battle between the sexes could end in only one way.

Miko's body had, of course, reacted in accord with her training, making her more then wet and ready enough to take a good hard fucking. What she was not ready to do was to take a massive member the size of her father's. Her mother and foster sister might be able to manage it, but they were both large women. While they were no better at sexcraft then Miko, there were limits to how far a human body could be trained. Miko was simply too small to take someone the size of her father.

Or rather, she was too small in purely human terms. Her demon side was another matter. She had been shocked recently to discover that her blue blood was the smallest, if most obvious, example of that heritage. Her internal structure was completely different from a full human. While it superficially resembled the insides of a mortal, it was fully malleable, resembling her mother's only because that was the pattern instilled in it at birth. She had found that, with practice, she could override that imprinted pattern and alter her body, shapeshift, in fact, moving bone and flesh to assume different forms. At the moment she could only alter her own basic body. She had not actually managed to turn into another creature, or human, yet.

It required intense concentration, and if she let up, her body returned to its original shape in short order. The problem was that she was too young and new to that talent, only having learned it in the last three months. She needed time to prepare, time her father was not about to give her. She should have spent the fight getting ready, but she was so set against any possibility of losing she had not done so.

"Daddy, wait! I'm not ready!" Miko cried out.

"You should have thought of that earlier, Miko-chan." Her father rumbled out in his deep bass voice. Miko felt the head of his cock shoving against her sex. It was far too large to even start to spread her lower lips. Instead, it crushed them under its inexorable advance. Miko concentrated desperately on adjusting her body to accept that massive intruder. Her father ground himself against her, sending a wave of pleasure as the special nerve ending in the tip of his member sent signals of pleasure down her own nerves. Miko blanked out the sensations of overwhelming pleasure. She had to focus, concentrate of visualizing her own flesh and bone warping and shifting. She felt the warmth in her groin that indicated she was succeeding. A pleasant heat as her muscles altered their shape under the demands of her mind.

Miko suddenly let out a scream of mingled pain and pleasure as the grapefruit sized head of her father's shaft spread her and sank half its diameter into her vessel. Miko let out a groan, and had to fight to keep her concentration, not to mention to stay conscious. She felt fuller than she could ever remember feeling before, and only half the head was in. She concentrated on her pelvic bones, forcing them to adapt, to soften, and to spread around the object that was threatening to break them.. Another scream escaped her mouth as her father surged three inches into her.

Sweat was running off Miko's body in rivers as sensations beyond anything she had ever felt before washed over her body. She knew her father was not restricting himself to pure friction to make her feel that way. They were now linked, nervous system to nervous system, via the medium of the special nerves in her father's cock. Miko could do the same thing with the nerves in her vagina, but she was a rank amateur compared to her father. She was long on native talent, but he was the one she had inherited that talent from. He simply overwhelmed her efforts to send signals back the other way down that connection in an effort to make him cum and halt his attack.

Miko moaned in dismay and went back to concentrating on rearranging her interior structure. If she could have made her father cum, she could have ended this. Instead, he had taken advantage of her distraction to sink himself more thoroughly into her body. Miko managed to shift her cervix and other internal sex organs around the large shaft, opening a path deeper into her body for her father. She shifted her internal organs, changing the shape of some, shrinking others that were temporarily not needed out of the way, extending the tunnel that was her sex farther into her body.. She could do without her kidneys and liver for a little while.

Miko's head, which had been hanging limp as she focused on her insides, moved as she tried to bring her eyes to bear on her father's shaft between her legs, trying to see how much more of him there was to take. Miko groaned, there was still a good ten inches left, and the large bulge in her belly that marked the presence of his cock was already extending past her belly button. She spasmed as waves of pleasure shook her body, but she retained her concentration, if just barely, and began to focus on moving her heart and lungs out of the path of that bludgeon of flesh. It was getting difficult, since she had never had to modify herself this radically before. It would have been easier if she had been willing to alter her exterior as well as her interior, but her vanity would only let her do that as a last resort. Which might very well happen. Her father was expanding his member beyond the default size he usually manifested. Not even her mother had ever taken him this deep, or this large. No human could. Miko found her body, which had been hanging limp from her father's hands, starting to straighten, held up by the rigid presence filling her torso.

An image suddenly flashed in Miko's mind of her father's cock forcing its way completely through her body, shoving aside her teeth and emerging from her mouth, leaving her spitted like a suckling pig over a barbecue pit. For just a second, the image of herself spitted on a large pole and laid over a fire pit filled her mind as her body shuddered under the effect of yet another orgasm. She had to fight once again to maintain her concentration.

Miko had never tried to see what would happen if she were to leave something inserted while relaxing her control. Her body usually snapped back to its original form in short order once she stopped focusing. She did not want to discover what would happen if she did so with her father fully inserted and tickling her tonsils.

Some ten minutes later, Sikima's massive shaft was fully buried in Miko's grossly stretched sex, small whimpers and twitches the only signs she was still among the living. Sikima flexed his arms and slowly drew her off his cock, then slid her back down the massive shaft. Back and forth he worked her limp body, her legs and arms swinging in the air in time with the movement of her body, while her upper torso moved up and down in time with his motion.

Finally, at last, he shot his load deep into her. Pulse after pulse raced up the length of his shaft, pumping pints at a time into Miko. Heavy white cream ran down her legs as the overflow was squeezed out of her by the piston like pumping of her father's member.

Sikima eventually pulled himself free of her body, allowing a gush of demon sperm to escape her vessel. Carrying her body gently to the shore, he laid her down, then turned his head to view a six foot tall, platinum blonde woman who was walking toward them. His eyes took in her lush curves with interest that had not been dimmed by years of familiarity.

"Maria." He said in a breathless voice, love echoing in it.

"Is Miko all right?" Maria asked as she knelt beside her daughter. She took in the distended size of Miko's vagina, already rapidly returning to normal, and turned to her husband, a frown on her face. "Was that really necessary?"

"Miko is what she is. She must not forget that. Now she won't." He said simply.

"Oohhh, so good." Miko moaned, her hands reaching down to stroke her sex. Under her fingers, the large opening rapidly shrank until it was again a dainty pink dimple between her love lips. Miko's eyes fluttered, and she looked up with a languorous air, eyes unfocused. Miko blinked, took in the forms of her parents looming over her, and her expression went from cat-like contentment to disappointment.

"I lost," she whispered, her eyes looking stricken.

"Now don't be like that, Miko. Of course you lost. As good as you are, your father is still the king."

"Uh-huh," Sikima grunted in agreement, brushing a hank of hair out of his eyes as he looked down at his daughter.

Tears welled up in Miko's eyes. "So it was all a lie, I never had a chance." Miko's face firmed. She dashed the tears away with the back of her hand, and said. "Well, I don't care. I'm going to keep studying other martial arts."

"That is good," Miko's father boomed out. "But not with your present teacher."

"Nani?" Miko said in surprise, then she flared up. "My sensei is a good teacher. I've learned a lot from him!"

"Have you told him what you are?" Miko's mother asked in a gentle voice.

"Nani? Of course not. I can't go around telling people I'm half-demon."

"Then how do you expect him to fully train you, Miko? As your father just showed you, you are not human. You can do things no human can do. By limiting yourself to a trainer who does not understand your nature, you seriously undermine your potential."

Miko would have protested, but she could see the sense in her mother's words. "But what am I going to do? The Miroku elders are all gone, and even if they weren't, I don't want to learn sexcraft, I want to learn real fighting skills."

Miko's mother looked at her daughter, and bit back a comment about real fighting. She had asked Miko here to tell her something, and getting into an argument about the nature of her sexcraft was not part of that. "Miko, I know someone who can help, someone who would understand your nature, but who also is skilled in what you call real fighting."

"You do? And they would be willing to train me?"

"I would hope so. After all, they are family."

"Nani? Family? But I thought I had no other family. Who are they?"

"Miko, I have never told you of this, I did not feel you needed to know, and maybe it was my own ego as well. A woman hates to reveal her true age, and I am very old."

"Mom, you're not old, you're still beautiful." Miko did some quick calculations, taking into account her own age. "What are you...forty, forty-five?"

"Eight hundred and thirty two."

"Well, that's not too... Eight hundred and THIRTY TWO!?!"

Miko looked at her mother in shock, trying to see if she was joking. Her mother merely looked back at her serenely. "That is correct, Miko-chan." Maria held up a hand to forestall questions. "Please, let me tell my story." Maria's eyes took on a far away look as she cast her mind back over the centuries. "I was a princess, once, if you can believe that. My twin sister was Queen." Maria gave a laugh. "She was most disappointed in me. She was famed far and wide as the Virgin Queen of the Amazons."

"Amazons?"

"I'll get to that, Miko. As I was saying. She was disappointed in me. Even then, I was very interested in the opposite sex. I had a boyfriend in a neighboring kingdom whose mother had been a horse."

"Nani!?"

"Oh dear, I'll never get done at this rate. This kingdom had a way of changing animals into women, Miko. It dipped them into a magic spring. The children often inherited characteristics from their mothers. My friend was very well hung, for instance. Not as well as your father, but close. This is important. Now, we had many enemies. The male dominated kingdoms that surrounded ours hated us. They could not abide the thought of females, women, running their own kingdom. Their egos told them they were better than us, but we kept beating them in battle. This made them hate us all the more.

"I never imagined that someday they might overthrow us. I had my own share of ego, and I knew we were the best warriors in the world. In the end, however, it was not by battle they beat us, but by treachery. They slipped a poison into a feast we were throwing. It crippled our warriors, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Our enemies swarmed over our villages and cities, raping and pillaging. I was one of the few to escape that fate.

"I had been visiting my friend when the attack took place. I returned to find the city in ruins, and my fellow amazons being ravished. Not wishing to share their fate, I carefully spied out the town, trying to discern what had happened, and what I could do to save the day. I also wanted to find and save my sister, if I could. While spying, I stumbled across a pair of strange males, not native to the area. They were Japanese, and were talking in their native language. As a princess, it was expected that I would learn other languages, other cultures. I understood what they were saying, and it filled me with horror.

"They were Suzuka."

"Suzuka?" Miko gasped.

"Even so. Suzuka. They had been the ones who had supplied the potion to our enemies. And for that crime, they were to receive fifty maidens, pure and untouched by men. No doubt their allies thought they meant to use the girls for themselves, or to sell. Their purpose was much darker than that. They were aligned with a demon realm, and meant to send the girls there so their allies could open a gate to our world using them as spell components.

"There was no way I could prevent this. I was a mighty fighter, but against the odds facing me, I would have had no chance. Instead, I came up with a desperate plan. I waited till the maidens were gathered together in a group, each one being inspected to satisfy their captors of their virgin status. One of these was my own sister. After they were gathered, I infiltrated my way into their group. It was much easier to get in than to get out. After that, it was only necessary to make sure that my sister and I were never seen too close together. Fifty maidens made a big crowd, and anyone who saw me would just figure I was my sister."

"So you hoped that your non-virgin status would disrupt the plan?"

"No, one non-virgin in the group would not have made a difference. They would still have the original fifty virgins, and that was all that was required. You remember what I told you about my boyfriend's people? How they used a magic spring to turn animals into women?" Seeing Miko's look of disgust, she said, "I see you do. Well, the Nyanniichuan, the spring of drowned girl was not the only spring. There was also a Nanniichuan spring. This would turn a female into a man. I did not have any spring water, but I did have some dried dirt from the base of the spring. With this, I could create a potion that would temporarily turn me into a man."

"You just happened to have some of this magic powder." Miko said skeptically.

Maria smiled at her. "As I said, even then, I had a high interest in sex. The powder let me explore other pleasures. I think you can guess what happened then?"

"You used the powder, and took the virginity of the other girls."

"Close. I was energetic, but not that energetic. I used the potion on myself, but also on four other girls. That was as far as the potion would stretch. Fortunately, the potion acted as an aphrodisiac, and the five of us managed to relieve the other girls of their virtue." Maria sighed. "I had hoped that the spell that was to send us to the demon realm would fail, now that all but four of the girls were no longer virgins, but such was not the case. We were all of us sent to the Shikima realm."

Maria smiled over at her husband. "I think you can guess that darling was not happy when we arrived." Sikima just grunted.

"I bet," Miko said. "What did he do?"

"Threw a temper tantrum, of course. But before he could harm any of the girls, I challenged him. Unlike the other girls, I had not been weakened by the poison the Suzuka had slipped into the feast, and I felt that if I could beat him, then maybe we could return home. I was a fool, of course. The outcome was never in doubt. The only thing that saved my life was my experience with my boyfriend. I survived your father's attentions, a fact that surprised him. He repeated the actions. It did not happen at once, but two things eventually happened. I became pregnant, and your father and I fell in love. Eventually the other girls, many of them also pregnant, were returned to the world. With the aid of some Shikima that accompanied them, they freed our fellow amazons. I stayed behind, married your father, and eventually, I had our child. The family I told you of is that child's family."

"I see, so that is why they would understand my nature. But mother, how did you survive so long?"

"That is a result of marrying your father. We were not married, as you would think, in some sort of ceremony, but by a merging of our souls. This is a very powerful magic, and it linked us. I share darling's life span now. That is how I've managed to live so long."

This was very interesting, but Miko's mind was on other matters. Namely that she was not alone, there was at least one half-Shikima out there besides herself. She leaned forward and asked, "Please mother, tell me about my...what was it, anyway? A brother or a sister? And how many relatives do I have?"

*****

Akane and Ranma pelted around the corner and flattened themselves against the wall. Akane's breath was coming in great gasps, and even Ranma looked a little winded. They both had rather wild-eyed looks on their faces.

Akane took several large breaths, then panted out a query to Ranma. "Do you think we lost her?"

"I don't know." Ranma answered back. "What the hell's the matter with her, anyway?"

Akane gave her a disgusted look. "Oh, I don't know. Could it have anything to do with the fact that we left gym class to go to the showers, and didn't show up for our next class?"

"Huh, but why should that bother Ucchan? It ain't like we don't love her or nothing. We gave her a real good time this morning, didn't we?" Ranma asked, puzzlement in her voice.

Akane heaved a long suffering sigh, but before he could correct his wife's ignorance of basic feminine behavior, a shrill voice called out, "I've found them, Ucchan!!" Ranma and Akane's heads whipped around and stared at the small spirit hovering in the air just a few feet away from them. Akane made shushing noises at Yousee, but Ranma didn't bother. Her battle sense had told her it was already too late. She crouched down and covered her head with her arms as Ukyou fell out of the sun, her baker's peel held high.

<SPLANG!> Ranma shuddered as she heard the ringing impact of Ukyou's weapon, and braced herself for her turn. When after a few seconds nothing happened, she cautiously opened one eye and peeked up. Ukyou was standing in front of Akane, her arms fully extended, holding her baker's peel, the other end of which was pressed firmly against the palm of Akane's large hand. Akane was grimacing a bit from the stinging sensation, but she ignored it, and dropped to her knees. He then did a very credible version of the Saotome Secret Technique, Crouching Tiger.

Dropping to his knees and hands and laying his forehead on the sidewalk, he shouted. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

Ranma stared at him dumbfounded for a minute, but when Ukyou's burning gaze turned her way, she quickly copied her husband's maneuver.

Ukyou stared at them silently while Yousee hovered over and settled on her shoulder. "Kind of disgusting, ain't they?" She said.

Ukyou snorted, and said. "Yeah, but they're all I got. So what can I do?" She then spoke to the crouching duo in front of her. "Do you two jackasses have any idea what you did to me?"

Akane and Ranma stopped their genuflecting, and looked at each other, Ranma with hope in her eyes, obviously feeling Akane should know the answer to this. Akane, for his part, looked puzzled. The way Ukyou had phrased that question did not seem to fit with why Akane felt she had been angry. He tried for a little clarification.

"You mean that we left you out when we...in the shower?" He asked hesitantly.

"No!!!" Ukyou shrieked, but then with a manifest effort, got herself under control. "I don't care if the two of you spend the whole day screwing around. You're my husband and wife, you're free to do that. What I don't like is you including me in your fun when I'm sitting in the middle of class!!!"

"Huh?" Both Akane and Ranma said, looking at each other in puzzlement.

"Bakas." Yousee remarked. "I thought I explained this to you. Akane and Ukyou are soul-bonded. It's still fresh, and when one of you feels strong emotions, or physical sensations, the other partner is going to feel it as well."

Both Ranma and Akane looked blank, but then Akane's face showed awareness. He suddenly flushed bright red, and said. "You mean, when you were in class, you...?"

"Exactly. Thank god Miss Hinako sent me out in the hall. I might have left a wet mark on my desk seat if I'd stayed in there any longer." Ukyou seemed to swell up in outrage, and she raised her weapon high in the air. "I came right in the middle of class. With everyone looking at me!"

Akane and Ranma dropped back into the Crouching Tiger in perfect symmetry. Ukyou let them apologize for a minute, then said. "Oh for pity's sake, get on your feet. I forgive you already."

With relieved sighs, they both got up, only to urk as Ukyou placed the edge of a throwing spatula under each of their chins.

"But if either of you do that to me again..." She trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air. Both Akane and Ranma shook their heads vigorously, and breathed a sigh of relief when Ukyou returned her weapons to her bandoleer.

"Demon alert!" A voice right beside Ukyou's ears suddenly shouted out. Yousee was quivering with tension, and looking at the crossroads ahead of them. Ukyou reacted to the tone of her voice, and took up a defensive stance. Without looking, she knew that Akane and Ranma had taken up positions on either side of her.

Suddenly, Yousee stopped quivering, and gave a snort of disgust. "False alarm, it's just his sister," she said, jerking a minuscule thumb in Akane's direction. A second later her remark was confirmed as Nabiki walked around the corner, followed by Cologne on her staff. Everyone relaxed for a second, until Ranma spotted what was in Nabiki's arms.

"Ahhhhh, Cat!!" Ranma screamed, jumping over the brick wall beside the lane way.

"Nice to see you too, Ranma-chan." Nabiki called out after her.

"Nabiki, what do you think you're doing?" Akane asked, and then immediately asked another question before Nabiki could answer the first. "Is that really Shampoo?" The cat gave him a dismissive look, then sniffed before looking away.

"Sure seems like Shampoo to me." Ukyou said. Meanwhile, Cologne had pogoed up, and was looking up at Akane in interest.

"My, my, you do make a fine figure of a man. If Nabiki is anywhere near as good looking when she's a man, then it's no wonder Shampoo is so happy with your sister."

"It's true, then?" Ukyou said, a slight note of incredulousness in her voice. "Nabiki really is married to Shampoo?"

"That's right." Nabiki said, holding Shampoo up to her face. "Don't we make just a darling couple?"

A faint voice from the other side of the wall spoke up. "Akane, I'll...be going home now. Ok? See you later."

"Ranma!" Akane yelled, hopping up so he could look over the wall. "Drat," he said in disgust, then turned to Nabiki. "Why are you hauling Shampoo around like that, Nabiki? Is she trapped like Ranma?"

"No. She can turn back anytime she wants to." Nabiki said.

"Then why doesn't she?"

Nabiki started to say something, but then paused to look down at Shampoo, who was looking downcast. Nabiki's lips quirked into a smile, and she said. "She knows how much I need the comfort. I had a rather bad night of it. Holding her like this makes me feel better, safer." Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say. She makes a great security blanket. Make's me almost sorry for all the times I trashed your and P-chan's relationship, almost."

"Don't be silly, Nabiki. P-chan is an animal. Shampoo is a real person. You can't go around treating a real person like a pet."

"Oh come on, Akane, do you really think I could make Shampoo do something she didn't want to do? Shampoo is staying a cat right now because she knows it makes me feel good."

As this conversation had been going on. Shampoo had perked up noticeably in Nabiki's arms, and now stood up on her hind legs, nuzzling Nabiki's face. Nabiki gave a little laugh, much to Akane's surprise. For the first time, he really looked at his big sister. Nabiki looked...different. Nabiki's habitual appearance was of an outside observer, watching the rest of the people around her with disdain. She did not usually appear to be a very happy person. Sarcastic, yes, annoying, yes, but not happy. She not only looked happy as Shampoo gave her a cat kiss, she looked contented.

At that moment, Akane's feeling's for Shampoo made a radical shift. Anyone that could make his sister that happy had a place in his heart. He did not say anything, but in his eyes, Shampoo had gone from being one of his chief pains in his life, to being family. At least until she hurt Nabiki, at which time, Akane would take great pleasure in strangling her. He said none of this, but something must have shown on his face, because Cologne spoke matter of factly from beside him.

"They do look happy, don't they?" She asked, directing a knowing look Akane's way.

"Well, she is a demon. I guess you've got to expect her to be a pervert." Cologne stiffened, then turned to look at what she had assumed was a doll sitting on Ukyou's shoulder. Meanwhile, Ukyou was frowning at her little double.

"Yousee, I told you to can the comments."

"Aww, come on, Ukyou. You can't expect me to roll over and play dead. I'll admit that Akane is all right, for a demon, but you can't expect me to let every demon we meet off the hook that easily. We are talking vile, evil, lustful creatures of darkness."

Ukyou cast a speculative look Nabiki's way and whispered to Yousee, "Well, maybe you are a little right. Keep an eye on this one, anyway."

Meanwhile, Cologne had been staring in fascination at Yousee. "My, this day is filled with surprises. Just what are you supposed to be?" she asked.

End of Chapter 07

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