~Warning!~This work of fanfiction is a lemon, total impure and simple, and is unsuitable for readers of less than 18 years of age. If this is you, go away. Go drink a coke, or something.

Ukyo looked up at Shampoo with a measure of skepticism in her eyes. "Are you sure this is gonna work?"

Shampoo looked as if she had just been slapped. "What you mean, is I sure it work? This Ranma we talk about here. Who know what work?"

Ukyo thought about this for a moment, then decided Shampoo was probably right. After all, here she was, the cute fiancee, and for some reason it seemed that Ranma still wasn't responding to her. But, of course, it was Akane. It had to be her fault- the one who had thwarted all of them, one way or another, and had somehow managed to keep her bulldog grip of Ranma even through the fiasco with Herb and Mint.

Ukyo turned her attention back to the almost finished Okinomiyaki on the grill. "Are you sure this stuff won't poison him or drug him or anything?"

Shampoo shook her head. "It not that type of powder. Great Grandmother say it intensify true feelings of person what eat it. Great Grandmother say it show once and for all who is Ranma really love and who him hate."

"Just remember, Shampoo- you must be sure that you truly want to know that which you claim to wish to know. The answer may wound you more than you know." Said Cologne, stirring the pot of noodles.

"I remember, Great Grandmother."

"If that's the case, why do you need my help?" Said Ukyo, finishing the okinomiyaki and adding a light dusting of the powder over it.

Shampoo fidgetted, muttering something under her breath. "What was that?" Said the okinomiyaki cook, unable to hear.

"Because Shampoo (something, something, mutter mutter)."

"Huh?" Said Ukyo. "Say that again, louder this time."

"Because Shampoo use powders in Ramen so often Ranma no eat Ramen anymore, not from Shampoo or from anywhere else."

Shampoo left the shop, just turning the corner as Ranma ran throught the doors of Ucchan's.

"Heya, Ucchan! Whatcha got to eat?" He asked cheerfully.

Ukyo seemed to falter a moment, then smiled. "Hey, good timing! I added some new spices to my recipe. Why don't you try it out?"

"Great grandmother! I home!"

"Shampoo!" The old woman pogoed her stick into the room, puzzled. "I thought you were going to take some of the true emotion powder down to Ukyo Kuongi so that you could find out how Ranma truly feels."

Shampoo blinked. "What you talking about? Shampoo have powder right here! Top bottle on fourth shelf!"

Cologne blinked, and said, "No, I told you the fourth bottle on the top shelf."

Shampoo gasped at her mistake, and then asked, "Um, what powder Ranma eating right now?"

Cologne looked at the archaic writing on the jar, and her eyes widened in horror. "Oh, no..."

Ranma walked out of Ucchan's, shifting uncomfortably. He'd snapped at Ukyo, something he normally wouldn't have done. But he was getting a boner, and for some reason he just wanted to jump Ukyo over the counter and plug her until he couldn't move a muscle. And now he was having trouble walking. He felt as though the whole neighborhood could see him projecting like a flag pole, as though he was trying to point north and keep his hands free.

And good lord, it was almost as much as he could do to keep his hands free, as well. Seeing an alley, he looked around to make sure no-one was following him, and dashed down it, hiding behind a dumpster.

Five minutes later, a somewhat shamefaced Ranma reappeared at the mouth of the alley, unconsciously and repetitively wiping his hand on the side of his pant leg, having left a good sized puddle in the alley behind him. Dammit, he still felt like a flagpole.

Suddenly, a wave of something crossed over his face, and he dashed back to Ucchan's.

"Ucchan, I'm sorry about earlier- and we need to talk."

Ukyo looked up. It was Ranma, and he looked kind of tense. "No problem! What's up?"

Ranma winced at her choice of words, and looked around the room. "Um... Alone?"

Ukyo looked back at the counter. "I'm kinda busy right now," she said to him, making a head gesture towards the half filled bar and dining room. People were more or less all over the restaurant, fairly unusual for this time of week, since she was always needing more business and a midweek spurt like this was just what she needed to take care of the rent.

Ranma whimpered lightly, then dashed aound the counter and whispered in her ear for a few minutes, her eyes getting wider and wider. Looking at him starry eyed, she said, "You realy thought that about me?"

"There was something else... " he added, then whispered eight words into her ear.

"EVERYBODY GET OUT!!!!!" She shrieked, grabbing Tsubasa and stuffing him in a trash can, then batting him over the horizon with her spatula. As Ranma chased everybody out of the restaurant, Ukyo jerked all the curtains closed and swept everything off of the nearest table, sending a vase of flowers and a bowl of fried wontons onto the floor. Ranma looked back, saw her preparations, and slammed the front door shut on the last of the patrons, ignoring the undignified yelp of protest. Ranma's eyes met Ukyo's, and she asked timidly, "Really you do? Like an animal?" He unbuttoned his shirt. Ukyo took that as a yes, and things travelled fast from there. Within moments, Ranma had his shirt off, and Ukyo found herself staring at a sight she had been dreaming of for more than a year, now. The front of his pants were tented, and it pulsed with each heartbeat, setting off a sympathetic ache deep in her belly. His eyes held... Something, and something deep within her responded. Hard.

"Be gentle with me... I've never-" Said Ukyo, then gasped as he came forward and kissed her. His tongue darted past her lips, touching hers lightly, then retreating as he broke off the kiss a moment. "I never admitted it, but I've wanted you ever since I first found out you were a-"

"Shh." She hushed, putting her finger over his lips, smiling to herself. -Guess that stuff kicked in- and that means I'm the one Ranma loves! I knew it!- "You don't have to say a thing. I understand."

Ranma's throat bobbed, and he began, "Well, I wasn't sure, you know, that you'd still like me-"

"IloveyouandIwantyousoGETONWITHIT!" She yelled, running her words together in her haste. Ranma needed no further encouragement. She gasped as little tendrils of fire raced their way down her arms, put there by his fingertips. The front of her shirt came open, and then it was off, leaving her sitting there on the table, her only top the binding she used for her breasts. And then he began to unwrap those too.

She had never felt anything like this before. When she touched herself, it was only a pale imitation of THIS, the fire and ice and tingling that raced from head to toe. And suddenly, she felt something hard and velvet soft touching her bare leg -When did his pants come off? For that matter, when did mine?- tracing its way from her thigh to closer in, and stopping just short of its goal. Ukyo bit her lip. "What're you waiting for?" She asked him. She looked up at him, to see what was in his face, and registered the laughter there.

"Don't you think that this is kind of a funny place to be doing this?" Ranma asked, looking around.

"Good point." She grabbed him by this closest thing to her and led him into the back room, while he gasped and staggered after her.

"Where is this?" He asked, looking around the room, noticing the teakwood dresser and bed in the corner.

"This is my bedroom. What do you think?"

"That your bed?"

Ukyo snorted. "No, it's Tsubasa's. In my bedroom. What do you think?"

Ranma encircled his arm around her back, inciting a light chill that had nothing to do with cold- in fact, she was hot, even stark naked. -How did I get like this, and why am I so hot?- She thought to herself. -I'm ready to rape him if he doesn't get going on this.-

"What wrong great grandmother?"

"I don't think you should go back to Ukyo Kuongi's tonight- she's going to be busy."

Shampoo's face darkened. "What you mean?"

"I mean, Ranma's going to be very busy with her. You probably won't see either of them until tomorrow."

Shampoo gasped as she realized the implication of this. "Shampoo have to stop them!"

Cologne shook her head. "Right now, in the state he's in, he'd try to lay me. Don't worry, if I make my guess, you'll get your turn- sometime tomorrow afternoon."

Shampoo jumped up and down happily, then stopped. "Why you think that?"

Cologne looked up at her and shook her head sadly. "Because you grabbed the Orgy spice."

"Orgy spice?"

"A spice that lasts five days and the only thing that the helpless imbiber can do is screw- and anyone he comes in contact with intimately will be just as strongly affected by it as the imbiber, up until the spice wears out on the original victim. What's worse, anyone he comes in contact with will be just as contageous with the sex drive as he is. As are any they contact."

Shampoo gasped as she imagined the whole of Nerima engaged in unthinkable deeds. "Is that why it called orgy spice?"

"Yes. The whole of the city is likely to be engaged in orgy by tomorrow night."

Ranma turned his attentions back to Ukyo, kissing her again. Her whole mind seemed to be filled with the ecstasy, and she began responding heatedly. He set her down on the bed, trailing kisses and little licks up and down her body, between her breasts, and under them, and fingers of fire trailing up and down her sides. She arched her back, thrusting her hips at him, wanting him inside of her, and gasping as his inflated member brushed her leg. Suddenly, Ranma shifted position, and Ukyo gasped as something touched her nether lips. Then, just the tip pushed in, and she began shaking, it felt so GOOD, and then it began to withdraw. She almost protested, but the breath of air she took to do so left in a gasp as he entered her again, and went in a little deeper. And then withdrew almost completely. She bit her lip, and then cried out a little as he continued this, a little deeper each time, until, suddenly, a quick thrust forward and their hips collided. She screamed out, lights flashing, as he pulled out, and thrust in, going in all the way each time, until the whole world faded away in waves of pleasure, and a darkness claimed her.

When she woke up, she was horny as hell, and Ranma was gone. Almost like a zombie, she got up, dressed, and headed out to the grill, ready to open shop- God, was it morning already?- but her heart wasn't in it. All she wanted to do was spread her legs and wrap them around some guy's hips and screw him til he passed out- and then find someone else and do it again.

"Ukyo-sama?" Asked a battered Tsubasa from the trash can, dented by her spatula and flattened by it's landing.

-Well, I guess Tsubasa's a guy... Sort of...-

"Tsubasa, you want to make me happy?"

The tranvestite's eyes lit up in joy. "Oh would I!"