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Warning! The fanfiction below is a LEMON. This means, this is a pornographic work. If you don't like this stuff, or are under the age of 18, then go away. Drink a glass of milk, or something.

Ranma staggered roughly north- Somehow, he reflected hazily, I haven't been hit by water yet. Must be a record, or somethin. A full day without gettin wet.

Despite having spread Ukyo for pretty much the entire night before, by no means was his lust slaked. He couldn't keep his focus, and gazed around himself in a shellshocked manner as he realized that he had no idea just where he was.

When did I become Ryoga? He asked himself. Then, he heard the familiar sound of ringing bells, and dodged just in time to avoid flattening by a bike riding Amazon fiancee.

"Ranma!" Shampoo shouted, more in surprise than delight, highly unusual for her.

Flashback

"Shampoo, I think you'd better avoid making any deliveries today," Said Cologne, watching her get the bike. "Today could have disastrous effects. I should probably go instead."

"But great grandmother, you be in danger, too, from spice?"

The matriarch chuckled in a gravelly voice, shaking her head. "No, it can only affect people under the age of 50; after that, their body chemistry can't be affected by the spice; there just isn't enough testosterone or estrogen being produced by the body at that point."

"Not understand. If shampoo no let Ranma touch her, not have to worry, right?"

Cologne again shook her head. "It's not that simple. Just being near an infected person is enough to pass it on. Besides, a few minutes nearby and you'll be getting physical contact anyways, so it really makes little difference."

"Aiyah..." Shampoo wasn't sure of what her great grandmother was saying, but said, "So it not affect you then?"

The matriarch shook her head. "No, I'm too old." Suddenly, the old woman shuddered. "At least we'll all be spared the sight of old people fucking in the street."

Present
Shampoo snapped out of her reverie as she realized that Ranma was very intently studying her body. For some reason, she felt excited... -Aiyah,- she thought to herself. -Is spice at work!-

She knew she had to get away NOW, if she expected to avoid-

-Wait, why for I want avoid this? This what I want for ages now!- She thought to herself.

Before Ranma made a statement, she grabbed him, and dragged him into a nearby toolshed.



Tsuabasa wandered, dazed, out of Ucchan's, looking around in confusion. While confusion was not an unusual state for Tsubasa, the other state afflicting him was unusual, unless he was around Ukyo. Suddenly, he saw a female ninja ahead of him.

The kunoichi looke him over in his pretty pink dress and smiled. "Hi. You're kind of cute."

Tsubasa blushed at this, and said softly, "Thanks. So are you. What's your name?"

"Konatsu. What's yours?"

"I'm Tsubasa."

"If you come with me," Said Konatsu slyly, "I've got a surprise I'd like to show you."

Tsubasa grinned lecherously. "And I'VE got a surprise for YOU!"

Together, the two walked into the alleyway next to Ucchan's.

*Note* Those familiar with Kunoichi's fanfics may recognize the above scene. I liked the way such a thing would fit into this story line, so I kind of hijacked it... ^_^;



"Whither the pigtailed goddess?" Said Kuno sententiously, as he strolled magnificently through the streets of Nerima. He noted the laughter of a group of girls behind him, and knew instantly that they adored him. But They were not of the greatness of his beloved pigtailed girl, and so he paid no attention to them. And the way that they threw rocks, also an offering to him, as they were not carrying roses. He ignored the pain of the rocky rain, and continued on, knowing that it was a display of their adoration for him.

He strolled on, various lumps forming on his head, until suddenly he was grabbed and dragged into an okinomiyaki restauraunt.



Ranma suddenly realized he was home, at the Tendo Dojo. It didn't look like anyone was home. -Good thing,- He said to himself. -Every time I see something female, I lose it.-

As he clicked on the light, he saw a note on the fridge in the kitchen:


     Nabiki
          Going out to Dinner with Mr. Saotome, Dad, and Kasumi
       Be back later tonight
                                          Akane
Ranma blinked momentarily. -Hey wait a sec. Everyone's gone! I 'm safe!-

He sighed in relief. -Thank god! losin control like that... How many did I do today?- He thought to himself. -Couldn't control who or where...- He shuddered as he remember when Kodachi found him around noon this afternoon. -Uggh.. I'll never live that down.-

He turned off the light and headed upstairs when he noticed a light in Nabiki's room. The door was almost totally shut.

Without thinking, he peeked through the crack in the door, and gasped as he saw Nabiki reading on her bed. The loss of control started flowing over him.

Unaware of his presence, Nabiki waved her feet in the air, oblivious to Ranma's dilemma. Ranma felt himself starting to rise again.

-Can't lose copntrol again!- He thought to himself futilely. And then, exerting a monumental amount of willpower, he forced himself toi leave. Or tried, at any rate. The net result was he didn't rush into the room and try to lay his fiancee's sister. He stayed where he was.

Unconsciously, the spice was starting to have an effect on Nabiki. Ranma tore his eyes away from her, momentarily, hiding behind the door, as much to keep her out of his sight as not to be seen. When he dared look again, she had her back to the door, and was opening up a drawer to get out... pictures? His eyes widened as he caught sight of a black pigtail. -She's got pictures of me? She gonna sell 'em to Kodachi or what?-

She put the stack of photos on the bed, and started laying them out, next to each other, gazing at each of them as she did.

And then, slowly, she began undressing herself.

Ranma's sharply taken breath betrayed him. Nabiki whirled, half clothed, and he clappped his had to his mouth and started to back away- or tried to, at least. He succeeded in opening the door.

There was a mutual silence for about a minute.

Then, Nabiki's face turned red with shame and anger. "What are you doing, you pervert!" She yelled, unconsciously imitating her sister. "Akane's right- you ARE a pervert and a peeping tom!"

"I, Uh- I didn't mean to-"

Nabiki was truly enraged now. "What were you doing looking into my room? Haven't you got a sense of privacy!?"

Ranma stammered, "I-I s-ssaw the note d-down st-stairs, thought it was desertewd, I mean, saw your light and didn't know was you, I er,"

Nabiki blinked and blushed deeper, as she realized what he might have seen. "How much did you see?" she demanded, her attempt at hiding her fear uncharacteristicly transparent.

"What do you-" He started, but stopped as he realized that Nabiki was making no attempt to cover herself, but had moved to position herself between him and the photos on her bed.


"What did you see? How long have you been there?" She nearly hollered, snatching her shirt off the floorand covering her chest with it suddenly.

-She's wondering if I saw the pictures of me.- "You mean the pictures?" Her horrified gasp confirmed his suspicion. "I don't mind, I mean, it don't offend me, er-" He stuttered, nolticing Nabiki's eyes wandering lower on his body to rest where his pants stretched out rather tautly. Her eyes widened a moment, before she adopted a neutral, crafty expression.

-Oh, shit,- he thought to himself. -What's she thinking?-

His question was answered as she slowly lowered her shirt, letting it suddenly fall to the ground. His cock, already hard, swelled sympathetic at the sight of this. -I'm never gonna be able to hold off! What's she doing this for?-

Nabiki stepped closer to Ranma, lust in her eyes. "You know, I've really wanted you for a long time."

Ranma stood mutely, willing himself to stand still and not rush her as she drew closer and closer.

"I never wanted to admit it, not around Akane, but you've always given me wet panties." He whimpered softly, biting his lip, tensed and anxious. She came closer, pressing herself against him, and put her arms around him. Deliberately, she ground her hips into his, pressing her crotch tightly into his, and let out a soft moan. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, and her voice was husky. "Ranma," Nabiki said, softly biting his chest, while rocking side to side with her hips. "I want you so bad, but you've always been Akane's..." It was Nabiki's tears, though, not her seduction, that broke Ranma's control, as they soaked into his shirt. "She always gets boys.. They all wanted, want her, but never look at me..." She whispered, clutching at him, then held him tighter as he slid his arms around her. Nabiki turned her face up to Ranma's, and he leaned forward and kissed her. -His lips are like fire,- she thought to herself. Slowly, they worked their way to her bed, and without removing her lips from his Nabiki swept the pictures off her bed and onto the floor. She pulled him down on top of her as she collapsed onto the bed.

Nabiki arched her back, as Ranma stroked the inside of her thighs. Gathering herself, she started unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it over his head, until they were both lying together bare chested, the soft hair of his chest lightly tickling her breasts. His dick pressed into her softness even through their clothes, and she began pumping her hips, stroking herself on the large hardness that protruded from his pants. As if noticing for the first time an inconvenience, he untied his pants. Realizing what he was trying to do, she pushed him up, and unbuttoned her pants, and shoved them down to her knees, kicking them the rest of the way off. Ranma was holding her again, and the both of them pressing hard into each other, the only thing between them their underwear. Then, Ranma lowered himself, and pulled her panties off with his teeth.

This was too much. Bodily she grabbed him under his armpits while hooking her big toes on the side of his boxers, and then pulled him up to her, pulling his boxers off at the same time as she pressed him into her. Biting her lip, she reached down and started to attempt to pull him in, but he was already doing so. Resting himself on his elbow, with the other hand he lined it up, and slowly guided himself in.

A warm explosion came over Nabiki as Ranma thrust home. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, as he thrust, and thrust again, she found herself rocking her hips to meet him, and the explosion that took them both over the edge sent her into unconsciousness.



Thus ends part two of Passion Spice Revisited... Yes, I hijacked a plot device from Kunoichi's fanfics- It fit well with the story. And personally, I don't particularly like either Konatsu or Tsubasa, so it seemed a good way to work them into the story without making them a major part, since I don't want to ignore any part of the Ranma cast completely... Anyhow, part three will be posted before you know it, so stay tuned....