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-- 
 If you are not familear with the cartoon series Ranma one half, this
story will make little sense to you. sites where chapter one can be
found are given at the end of this chapter.

Very short explanation.
Ranma is a boy with a curse. When splashed with cold water he turns into
a girl. In the previous ch. he was trapped like that and raped.

        
    
    The Shikima Interface
    Chapter two part one, Girls just want to have fun.
    A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma
    1/2 
    and the anime La Blue Girl.
    
    This story may not make any sense to any one who is not
    acquainted with the
    Ranma series, so go out and buy the entire thing so you can
    appreciate it better.^_^ 
    
    This is a lemon. Another word for porn. If that offends you, do
    not read this.
    It may also contain NC sex, if that offends you, don't read this.
    If you think anything might offend you, don't read this.
    Any one else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me
    know what you think.
    Of course as May West said, Goodness has nothing to do with it.
    
    
    The Hungry Tiger
    schell@interlog.com
    Sept.  10.  97.
    
    A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted thoughts by
    the demons in the story.. 
    
         What has gone before. 
         Ryouga has discovered a semi-cure for the Jusenkio curse. 
    A Ki poison that taken in small doses disrupts the curse, and
    prevents the change.  Taken in large doses it can permanently
    disrupt the curse, but it will also destroy the Ki of the victim. 
    As well, taking the poison in your cursed form will trap you that
    way until it wears off.  Ranma stole the cure from Ryouga and
    drank the whole bottle while in her cursed form.  She is now
    permanently female, and has severely diminished her martial
    arts ability.  Ryouga has taken his revenge on Ranma in a rather
    graphic manner.
         In addition to trapping her as a female, the potion has also
    had some side effects that required Akane to use the Instant
    Nanniichuan to become a male.  He also has gotten to know
    Ranma much better.  On with chapter two.
    
    **************************************
         Deep inside a hidden valley was a temple.  It had stood for
    centuries untouched by time, and unvisited by humans.  There
    was a curse on the valley it inhabited.  No female creature
    would enter the valley, and with no females, there was little
    reason for males to enter.  There were no birds to sing, no
     insects to hum.    The silence was disturbed only by the
    wind sighing through the ancient trees that towered high into the
    air in splendid isolation.  There was little underbrush around
    their roots, as there were no young plants.  The humans who
    lived around the valley shunned it.  So, down through the ages
    the residents of the temple have lived with never the sight,
    smell, or touch of a female, of any species. 
         Naturally they were more than slightly horny.  
         
         In a room deep in the temple four... well, beings is as good
    as word as any I suppose... were focusing all their attention on a
    large silvery viewing screen that was currently divided into three
    sections.  One section showed a muscular young man in a yellow
    shirt.  He was talking to another young man in a long white
    robe.     The robed man was currently huddled on the floor with
    his fingers in his ears.  
         No one in the room was paying much attention to this
    section. In the second section of the screen a small red haired
    girl and a very large, dark haired man were doing their best to
    bend a small single bed into a U shape. This was being watched
    and enjoyed by the two largest beings.  Then there was the final
    scene.  A young man with a slim build, and brown hair cut in a
    rather feminine style, was watching the same scene that was
    visible in the second section.  He was using what looked like a
    computer monitor to do so.  He was sitting in what looked like a
    combination bedroom, office, and small general warehouse. 
    There was a very attractive young lady with long flowing purple
    hair laying unconscious on the bed behind him.  
         He was paying her no attention whatsoever.  A situation
    which the last two beings were finding more than a touch
    annoying. 
    
    
    
         Regant and Nendex stared with intense concentration at
    the figures on the screen in front of them.  Nendex was
    beginning to think that he would be unable to convince this
    Nabiki Tendo person to do what he wanted.  He had a
    formidable amount of will power, but Nabiki's was every bit as
    powerful.  It was not that Nabiki did not feel lust, he did indeed,
    in spades.  The raw Shikima magic in his system saw to that. 
    However, the combination of a powerful self control, and a
    disinclination towards the female sex made it impossible to steer
    him in the direction Nendex wanted.  Unlike his sister, Nabiki
    normally had no sexual feelings for females, and as a result was
    not naturally inclined to take advantage of the beautiful girl in
    his power... power... Nendex paused for a minute.  
         A strong part of this Nabiki's character was the need to
    control events around him, and to manipulate those people that
    came within his sphere of influence.  
         What if the reason he had so much control was not so
    much resistance, but that Nendex was trying to push the wrong
    buttons?  Now what if he were to make some cross connections
    between the pleasure Nabiki felt when controlling others, and
    the lust he was feeling as a result of the magic in his system?  
         It should be easy enough, he was not like he was trying to
    suppress or block a natural inclination.  So, unlike what the
    other two were doing with this one's sister, he should be able to
    do it by himself, which was good as Regant was fully occupied
    taking advantage of the purple haired girl's unconscious state to
     delve deeply into her subconscious mind.
                A few minutes was enough to determine that his idea
    was valid.  A few moments later he had determined what had to
    be done,  and within seconds he had established the necessary
    links.  Now it was merely a matter of letting nature take it's
    course and whispering the occasional suggestion.   
         He looked over at the sweating forms of his so called
    superiors.  They had expended large amounts of physic energy in
    order to direct their play toy in the way they wished it to behave. 
    He felt contemp as he compared their brute force approach to his
    skill and finesse.  They could have had their subjects screwing
    like rabbits if they had been satisfied to manipulate the two's
    suppressed desire for each other.  Instead they wanted a scenario
    where the girl turned boy forced the red head Urgant had been
    so worried about.  They had managed to do it, but it had taken
    their combine will power to accomplish.  
         Nendex looked at the side of the screen that showed
    Ranma and Akane, and narrowed his eyes.  While Akane had
    indeed forced himself on the little red head, and while Ranma
    was indeed tied to the bed, it was easy to see that their mutual
    movements were no longer those of rapist and victim.  Unless he
    missed his guess they were both now engaged in the type of sex
    that Extefan hated with a passion.  Love making.  
         Nendex suppressed a smile as he turned back to his own
    screen. So, despite their wasting of all that energy, all they got
    for their trouble was what he could have accomplished with a
    fraction of the effort.  His satisfaction was increased by the
    knowledge that the play toys the two larger demons had tossed
    his a way, like a dried bone to a dog, were by no means that.  He
    had high hopes that this Nabiki would supply him with an
    entertainment that Ergan and Extefan could only dream of
    getting from their toys. He chuckled to himself quietly and went
    back to watching his and Regant's puppets.
    
    
    
         Nabiki reached out and typed several commands on his
    keyboard, ordering the computer to store the 60 second segment
    starting with Akane working his way up the obviously terrified
    Ranma and ending as he reached between his legs and directed
    his enormous member at her tiny opening.  Then, wiping sweat
    from his brow, he turned off the feed to his monitor and left  it
    up to the VCR to monitor the rest of the activity in Akane's
    room.  He knew that one segment would sell every video he
    could produce.  All he had to do was send it out over the Internet
    and within hours the orders would be flying in. 
         For now, however, he was suffering from his first ever
    erection, and was rapidly on his way to enjoying his first case of
    blue balls.  Nabiki had never before been so affected by a video. 
    Even allowing for the fact that it was Ranma and Akane, did not
    help to explain his feelings of arousal.  It had to be this body. 
    He had always known guys were controlled by their balls, but
    for the first time he began to feel a little empathy for what those
    little bits of flesh did to them.  Well, he had a solution the others
    did not possess.  A little hot water would wash those annoying
    little things right away. 
         {Seems a shame though. I really should experiment a
    little.  After all, this is my chance to really understand what to
    twist when I'm dealing with guys.  Not to mention that I had
    better gain control of this body if I'm going to use it as a
    disguise.} 
         Nabiki frowned at these thoughts.  They made sense he
    supposed.  He had avoided dealing with a certain type of person
    because he was female.  This body would let him get around
    that.  After going to that amount of effort, it would be very
    foolish to be tripped up by the very thing he was hiding with.  If
    he was going to use this body as a disguise he had better learn
    how to deal with it's idiosyncracies.  He frowned, but the sex
    thing, just how was he suppose to experiment.  There was no
    way he was going to masturbate in this form, and that would not
    help him much in the real world anyway.  After all, if spanking
    the monkey helped, Kuno and Gosunkugi would be the biggest
    studs on campus. 
         {What about her?} 
         Nabiki found his eyes turning to where Shampoo lay
    sprawled across his bed.  She was still under the effect of
    Kodachi's flowers.  It had been a simple matter, as soon as he
    had opened the door to Ranma's room she had jumped at him. 
    The fact that she had yelled Ranma's name when she did so
    showed she had mistaken Nabiki's masculine form in the
    darkened doorway for Ranma.
         All Nabiki had to do was to hold out the flowers. 
    Shampoo had done the rest. She had snatched the bouquet out of
    Nabiki's hands and shoved her face into the sleeping powder
    laced blossoms without a moments thought.  Nabiki smirked, it
    was really convenient the way Ranma's various visitors left all
    sorts of useful things laying around after a visit to the dojo.  It
    was also nice that they were so predictable.
         Now as Nabiki's eyes trailed over the Amazon's lush body
    his brand new male body reacted to the sight.  He felt a sudden
    throbbing in his groin.  Uh, Uh, no way, he thought.  Maybe a
    real guy would do that, but I'm a little too attached to my arms
    and legs.  I would prefer that they stay right where they are,
    thank you. 
         {But you're a guy and she won't recognize you.  Besides,
    she's just laying there helpless. She can't do a thing to stop
    you.} 
         Sweat started to bead on Nabiki's forehead as various
    images of  Shampoo and him locked in passionate embraces
    filled his head.  Man this body is something else, he thought. 
    I've never had a lustful thought about a girl in my life, and now
    after only a half hour or so I'm dreaming of having hot sweaty
    sex with one of the most dangerous people in Nerima.  No
    wonder guys are so easy to manipulate, he thought with a wry
    smile.
         Still, even realizing it was the body doing this to him,
    Nabiki could not help but think about the prospect.  He was still
    a virgin.  He had seen what happened to guys attitudes when
    they finally got into a girls pants, they went from lap dogs to pit
    bulls, and the way the attitudes of the other boys changed was
    just as bad.  When word got out that the girl had put out, she
    went from being a person, to being a target for every hormone
    jockey in the school.
         He had not been prepared to give up the power he wielded
    in the school yard.  Not for the sake of a few minutes of a sweaty
    over rated activity.
          {But I'm the guy now.}
         Ya right, like that will keep Shampoo from ripping my
    head off,  Nabiki argued with himself.
         {Power}
         Eh, Nabiki thought, as a flash of lust pulsed through his
    loins.
         {Shampoo is one of the most dangerous people you know,
    and she's totally in your power.}
         Only until she wakes up.
         {Well, there is an answer to that little problem, is there
    not?}
         Nabiki found his eyes turning to a medium sized box
    sitting under his window.  It was a special order for Hiroshi, and
    as his mind went over the inventory of its contents he felt the
    lust in his belly start to smolder, and as the fire built higher his
    self control started to break down.  Slowly a smile crossed his
    face, and stopping only to pick up one of Mousse's shurikens
    from his dresser drawer he stood and walked over to the box. 
    As he passed by the bed his eyes ran over the form laying there
    with a new appreciation. Whistling a happy tune Nabiki knelt
    down and began to cut the strings tying the box closed.  Opening
    the top of the box he looked at the contents with a happy smile
    on his face.  Yes, all here, he thought. Reaching in, he began to
    extract the items he was going to need.  Having removed them
    he made his way back to the bed.
         He gazed at the lithe female figure laying helpless before
    him.  She looked so helpless and fragile laying there on the bed. 
    Curled up in a foetal position her head laying on one hand, the
    other hand curled under her chin.  She looked anything but what
    she was, which was one of the most dangerous Martial Artists
    Nabiki had ever encountered.  Nabiki knew of more skilled
    fighters, and he knew of more ruthless ones, but there where
    very few indeed that combined both to the degree that this girl
    did.  Nabiki felt an intense feeling of satisfaction as he
    contemplated these facts.  For all her skill and power she had
    been laid low by the force of Nabiki's intellect and now he
    intended to fully enjoy the spoils of that victory. 
         He lay down the various objects and devices he had just
    extracted from the box that had been waiting in his room until
    he could con Ranma into delivering it. Then reaching down he
    rolled the unconscious girl over onto her back.  The sway of her
    unencumbered breasts under the smooth silk of her dress
    brought a lump to his throat.  His new body expressed it's
    appreciation in other ways as well.  Careful Nabiki, don't let
    this body set the agenda.  Remember, this is about showing
    Shampoo what real power is. 
         Having brought the urge to ravage the girl here and now
    under control, Nabiki reached down and began to undo the ties
    that kept her dress together.  In a manner of minutes Shampoo
    lay naked on the bed and Nabiki once again had to fight down
    his new body's instinctive reaction to the flawless beauty of
    Shampoo's naked form.
         Rolling the girl back over onto her stomach Nabiki picked
    up a rectangular piece of leather that had a velcro strip and
    several eyelets fastened to it.  It had certain similarities to an old
    corset, but with no stiffeners to give it shape. Straddling
    Shampoo's body, he sat down on her ass.  It settled a little under
    his weight, but the strong underlying musculature kept it from
    losing it's shape.  Nabiki took a minute to savor the feeling,
    before getting back to the matter at hand.
         Reaching forward he lay the section of leather in the
    middle of her back.  Then grasping her left hand he pulled her
    arm up behind her until her forearm was at right angles to her
    body, and was laying atop the leather pad.  Holding that arm in
    place with one hand, he reached over and pulled her other arm
    up behind her as well.  Positioning both arms so that the 
    forearms lay side by side, he shifted his grip so that he could
    hold both arms in place with one hand.  With the other he folded
    one side of the leather over her arms.  Then picking up the
    leather from the other side he folded it over the first section. 
    The velcro fastener joined the two sections together and held
    them firmly enough that Nabiki could release his grip and have
    both hands free.  This was the usual method of fastening.
    However, for people who wanted a more stringent bondage there
    was another option.  
         Considering who she was dealing with Nabiki did not
    even consider leaving it like that.  He picked up a long length of
    lacing and fed it through the set of eyelets that ran down each
    edge of the leather binding.  Much like lacing up a pair of shoes
    he quickly fastened the two halves firmly together, being very
    careful to leave no slack the Amazon could use to free herself.
         When he finished he leaned back and inspected his work
    with satisfaction.  Shampoo would have minimal leverage with
    her arms in that position.  That was only half the job however,
    Shampoo was too formidable a martial artist to be rendered
    helpless merely because she could not use her arms.  Lifting
    himself from his comfortable seat he slid off the bed.  He
    reached out and picked up several leather cuffs similar to the
    ones he had tied Ranma with.  One set however was much larger
    than the small ones he had used on Ranma.
       Moving back to the bed he pulled Shampoo's unconscious
    body around so that her body was near the edge of the bed. 
    Fastening one of the smaller leather cuffs around her ankle, he
    then slipped the other one around her upper thigh.  This brought
    his hand into close proximity with her vagina. Unable to resist,
    Nabiki indulged his curiosity, and allowed his hand to slip up
    far enough between Shampoo's legs so that his fingers ran
    lightly over the lips of her sex.  Shampoo moaned passionately
    and a softly murmured, "Ranma," came from between her lips. 
    Nabiki was surprised to feel how damp Shampoo was.  Bending
    over Nabiki place her mouth near Shampoo's head.
         "Having sweet dreams are we dear." He whispered in her
    ear. "Enjoy them while you can."  Pulling his fingers away from
    her damp sex he buckled the thigh cuff firmly around her leg. 
    Stroking a hand over her firm buttocks he ran his hand down her
    other leg and quickly repeated the operation. 
         Having firmly fastened the four cuffs in place Nabiki now
    moved on to the next step.  Taking hold of one of her ankles he
    bent her leg back until Shampoos foot touched the back of her
    thigh.  It was simple from there to fasten the ankle cuff to the
    thigh cuff, using the sewn on clips.  Repeating the operation
    with the other leg took only a moment.  He then rolled the girl
    over on her back.
         Nabiki stepped back and admired her handy work. 
    Shampoo lay there, her arms drawn up tight in the small of her
    back, securely fastened with the heavy leather wrapping.  The
    weight of her body shoving her arms deep into the mattress  Her
    legs were folded in half, allowing no freedom of motion in that
    area.  In her unconscious state gravity forced her legs to separate
    widely, giving Nabiki a clear view of Shampoo's pouting sex. 
    The outer lips glistened with arousal as her dreams of Ranma
    caused her to twitch slightly in her sleep, and to moan faintly in
    passion.  Idly Nabiki wondered what sort of dream Shampoo
    was manufacturing based on the stimuli coming from her
     physical body. 
    
         {Shampoo grunted as all the air was driven from her
    lungs.  Ranma had slammed her body hard into the ground. 
    Then before she could move he jammed a knee into the small of
    her back causing her to expel all the air in her lungs.  Having
    temporarily rendered her helpless he reached down and ripped
    the bottom of her dress away from her body, exposing her tanned
    and bare ass to the air.  Kneeling down behind her he pinned her
    own legs in place with his.  Then undoing the ties to his pants
    he let his massive erection spring free.  "Now Shampoo I've
    beaten you, and will now take what is  mine." He said.
         "Yes take this unworthy amazon and make her your slave. 
    Shove your manhood deep in Shampoo, make her woman."}
    
         Nabiki shook his head and dispelled the image from his
    mind.  "Ya right," he mocked himself, "that's real likely." A
    twisted smile spread across his face.  "Man this body is really
    twisted, my batch of instant Nanniichuan must have come from
    the spring of drowned pervert." A sound from his bed brought
    him back to the current situation.
         Shampoo was starting to move more vigorously and was
    making more and more noise.  She was going to be waking soon,
    and for a brief moment Nabiki contemplated gaging her.  He
    discarded the idea.  He wanted to hear her voice, wanted to
    listen as she shouted out in rage at her captor.  Besides, it's not
    as if any one would notice her yells.  Akane and Ranma certainly
    would not, and none of the neighbors would give it a moments
    thought.  Compared to some of the sounds that had come out of
    here in the past, any noise Shampoo might make would be
     shrugged off as just another night at the Tendos'.
         Nabiki started to set the stage for Shampoo's awakening. 
    First he turned his desk lamp so that the light washed over
    Shampoo's form.  Then he turned out the overhead lights. He
    placed his office chair behind the lamp so he would be shielded
    from Shampoo by it's glare.  Then he moved the computer
    monitor so it could be easily seen from the bed despite the lamp.
    Having completed his preparation he sat down and waited for
    Shampoo to wake up.
    
    
         Shampoo was first aware of a massive headache.  Her
    head felt like it was ready to explode.  The next thing she
    noticed was that she could not seem to bring her hand around to
    touch her aching head.  For a few minutes she struggled to move
    her arms. While she was doing that, her vision cleared enough
    that she could tell the brilliant light blinding her was from an
     outside source and was not a manifestation of her headache. 
         "What...where...Shampoo?" She murmured in a fuzzy
    voice, mind still dulled from the narcotic in Kodachi's flowers.
         "Aa, good, you're awake." A strange male voice said. 
    Shampoo looked in the direction the voice came from but could
    see nothing.  Instead the intense light made her eyes water and
    forced her to turn her eyes away.
         "Maybe you can answer some questions for me now
    Hmmm?" The voice asked in a friendly tone.
         "Where Shampoo? Who you?" She asked, trying to force
    her mind to work. There was something she was missing here,
    and she could not quite figure it out yet.
         "I ask the questions here!!" The strange voice had
    suddenly lost it's friendly air and was now as cold a ice.  "For
    the next little while I ask, you answer!  Follow that little rule
    and we'll get along quite well."
         Shampoo felt a blaze of fury at the arrogant male.  How
    dare he speak to her in that tone of voice.  She would carve his
    balls off and make him eat them for his presumption.  At this
    point she finally realized what it was that had been clamoring
    for her attention.  She was tied.  She could feel her arms behind
    her back and her legs seemed to be twisted and bound in some
    manner as well.  Looking down she was shocked to see her
    naked breasts silhouetted in the light from the desk lamp. 
    Squinting her eyes against the glare she could see that her
    nakedness extended to the rest of her body.  She next realized
    that her legs were wide apart and that the strange man must be
    able to see every bit of her.  She flushed with a combination of
     anger and embarrassment and forced her legs closed. 
         "Now that is rather impolite, but I'll let it go for now. 
    There will be lots of time for sightseeing later." The voice said,
    with a tone of amused condescension in his voice.  "For now I
    have a question for you.  Where is Nabiki Tendo!?" He spat out
    like a whip crack, as if hoping to shock an answer out of her.
         "Greedy girl?" Shampoo asked in puzzlement.  "Why you
    ask Shampoo about greedy girl? Shampoo not know where
    greedy girl is."
         "No, no, no," the man said his voice weary with pretend
    disappointment.  "I had really though you would be smarter than
    the other slut.  Maybe seeing what happens to little girls who
    are not helpful will aid your memory." With that she heard a
    click and a TV screen lit up to her left, away from the glare of
    the light. 
         Shampoo looked at the picture in puzzlement for a minute
    before her mind managed to translate the images she was seeing. 
    When she did she, felt like she had been kicked in the stomach
    by a mule.  
         There on the screen was Onna-Ranma, and she was not
    alone. A large naked man with a massive erection was between
    her legs, and as his hips lifted and fell, Shampoo could see his
    large cock thrusting in and out of Ranma's widely stretched
    pussy.  As Shampoo watched in horror Ranma lifted her arms
    and legs and wrapped them around the dark haired man.  In her
    shock she failed to note the leather cuffs on Ranma's wrists and
    ankles.  Instead her attention was fully on the little red head's
    face. There was no mistaking the passion in that face, and no
    denying that she was enjoying herself.  Shampoo felt her heart
    break.  She had lost him.  She had lost her Airen.  Tears
    streamed down her face, and she turned her face away from the
    monitor.
    
    
         Nabiki felt relief, he had pushed the wrong key.  He had
    meant to cue up the scene he had saved for advertising.  Instead
    he had called up the current image.  That could have been a
    disaster.  He could have easily ended up showing Shampoo an
    empty bed, and that would have made him feel foolish indeed. 
    He had lucked out, and that annoyed him.  Luck was for losers. 
    Still, from the look on Shampoo's face he had achieved his goal
    of shocking Shampoo.  As well he seemed to have managed his
    secondary goal of prying Ranma loose from Shampoo's
    attention.  From the look on her face Nabiki would lay odds that
    Shampoo was no longer interested in Ranma as husband
    material.
    
    
    
         Shampoo was not allowed to dwell on her loss. The tv
    screen went black and the strange male began to talk again. "We
    asked her the same question we asked you." the voice said. 
    "She didn't want to talk to us either.  When you showed up I
    gave her to Lenny to play with and I decided to see if you would
    be any more cooperative.  So how about it, you going to tell me
    what I want to know?  Or do I get to play a little as well?" 
         
         Nabiki had focused on Shampoo while the scene had been
    on the monitor.  He had not noticed the expression on Ranma's
    face, and had gone with the story he had pre-fabricated.  
    
    
         Shampoo did not  notice that what the man was implying
    did not match what she had seen. She was too stunned by what
    she had just witnessed, to even comprehend what the man was
    saying.  
         The image of Ranma having sex with that strange man
    played over and over in her mind, shutting out all outside
    impressions.  Her whole world had just turned upside down.  
         Ranma despite his curse had always been the most manly
    of men to her.  She had built that image up in her own mind to
    excuse the way he made her feel.  It was improper for an
    Amazon to feel as she did for a man.  To be his slave if he so
    desired. Shampoo had stopped denying to herself a long time
    ago that she would do anything Ranma asked.  If he had asked
    her for sex, she would have given it to him.  O she might have
    tried to use it to make him marry her, but if it came down to it
    she knew that she would have given him her body with no
    conditions at all.  She had always made the excuse that Ranma
    was the ultimate warrior, and as such there was no sin in her
    being subservient to him.  No sin in how wet it made her, to
    imagine him taking her and using her.
         Now however what was she to think. It had been clear that
    Ranma was not being forced.  Suddenly her mind jolted back to
    the restaurant and Ryouga's explanation of the cure.  Ryouga
    had explained the dangers of taking the cure in their cursed
    forms, that it would trap them there.  That they would become
    there cursed form in reality.  For them it would mean a life as an
    unthinking animal...For Ranma... Clear in her memory was
    Ryouga's smiling face as he had told her that Ranma had taken
    the cure already.  He had known, the bastard had known that
    Ranma was a girl for real now.  She would cut his...
         >Whack< "Ahh!"  Shampoo yipped in surprise as
    something smacked against her thigh. 
         "I'm talking to you!!" yelled the strange male.  He had
    moved out from behind the light and was standing beside the
    bed.  In his hand was the ruler that he had just struck Shampoo
    with. Reaching down he took her chin in his hand and twisted
    her head so she was staring straight at him.  
         Shampoo felt a shiver pass through her body as she looked
    deep into his icy cold eyes. The combination of those eyes, his
    hands on her and the video resulted in a connection being made
    in Shampoo's mind.  
         The patient adjustments to her mind by Regant began to
    produce fruit. He had been delighted to find a strong thread of
    submissiveness buried deep in her subconscious, it was quite
    pronounced, but had been kept at bay by her cultural upbringing. 
    Amazon's do not take a passive and submissive role with men. 
    However, the last year had slowly eroded her bias against
    submitting to a male.  Allowed by the law to pursue Ranma, she
    had unconsciously used that as an excuse to express her inner
    feeling.  Unable to physically coerce him she had tried to lure
    him by behaving in a most un-amazonly manner.  
    
    
         When Regant had been routing around in her mind he had
    been surprised to discover this, but had gleefully taken
    advantage of the unexpected development.  He had carefully
    worked to fully bring her submissive nature  to the surface. 
    While he was not aware of it, his efforts were greatly aided by
    the hypnotic properties of the gas Kodachi had laced her flowers
    with.  
         For Kodachi the gas had been a failure.  It caused a deep
    unconscious state that did not allow the victim to hear her
    commands.  Deciding it was a failure she had discarded the
    formula. However Regent was imputing his commands and
    desires straight into Shampoo's mind, bypassing fully her ears. 
    Unknown to him, his manipulation had established a link
    directly between Shampoo's pleasure center and her submissive
    tendencies, using Nabiki as the trigger. 
    
    
    
         Shampoo felt heat beginning to build in her belly.  Before
    this only Ranma had induced this reaction, but this man had
    defeated Ranma.  He had defeated Ranma totally.  The evidence
    of the video left no doubt of that.  Now he had her completely in
    his power and something in her was responding strongly to that. 
    The angry glare she had directed at him softened, and she said. 
    "Shampoo not no where greedy girl is.  If Shampoo know, she
    tell husband. Will husband let Shampoo go now."
         The strange man seemed startled by this statement and he
     backed away from her.  "Husband?" he blurted out.
         "You defeat Shampoo, you defeat Shampoo's husband. 
    Shampoo's yours now, is amazon way." This was not entirely
    true.  The truth was that under Amazon law Shampoo should
    have been planning the most painful way she could come up
    with to kill the man who had dishonored both her and her
    husband.  However, for some reason Shampoo could not get the
    image of this man using her out of her mind, and that the mere
    thought of him doing so sent flashes of fire racing through her
    body.  She did not know why, but she was positive that his touch
    would bring her pleasure such as she had never imagined. 
         The man seemed to find this statement highly amusing. 
    "Sorry, not in the market for a wife right now.  So, if you will
    just give me the information I want, I'll be on my way."
         "But Shampoo tell you, she not know where greedy girl
    is." Shampoo said in a plaintive voice. 
         The man sighed in exasperation and said.  "Very well, if
    that's the way it has to be.  Don't say I didn't warn you." 
    Reaching down, he felt between her legs until he found her
    bush.  "Nice thatch you have here" he said as his fingers tangled
    in it.  "Be a shame if something were to happen to it."  Shampoo
    stifled a gasp as he gave a firm pull.  At the same time she felt a
    pulse of pleasure shoot through her body.
    
    
         Nendex  gloated.  "I just love playing mind games with
    these types.  By the time I'm finished with her she won't be able
    to enjoy sex with anyone but this Nabiki Tendo.  And won't that
    come as a shock when she finds out the truth."
         Regent frowned.  He had been annoyed when after all his
    work, Nendex had insisted on manipulating both of the humans. 
    It was not difficult, once the initial connection were established,
    it took little effort to maintain.  There was such a thing as
    fairness, however, but when had demons ever given thought to
    fairness.  Being the smallest sucks toadstools, he thought, not
     for the first time in his life.           Sighing he brought his
    attention back to the present. "Don't get carried away." He
    cautioned Nendex.  "Take it easy on the pain and pleasure stuff. 
    You can only warp her so far before she'll break, and then she'd
    be of no further use to us.  Wait until he starts doing something
    that is more normally pleasurable."
         Nendex grumbled, "relax I know what I'm doing.  I know
    how far I can push it, believe me." 
         Regent grunted in doubt, but let in lay.  It was not like he
    could do anything anyway.
    
    
         Nabiki was startled when she felt Shampoo's reaction to
    his light tugging of her pubic hair.  Her breath quickened, and a
    red flush started at her hairline and spread down her body until
    her breasts were as crimson as her face.  Nabiki's followed the
    tide of red as it washed down Shampoo's body until it reached
    her breasts.  Even as he watched the small pink nipples that
    topped Shampoo's flushed breasts engorged with blood and
    swelled to three times their former size.   This was not what he
    had intended, the silly bitch was enjoying herself.
         {So what, that just means I've got an extra lever to use
    against her.} 
         He grinned at this thought, the original plan was to play
    with the helpless Shampoo, making it very clear to her who was
    the master.  There was a certain dissatisfaction in that however. 
    It was like poking a stick at a tiger in a cage.  O sure he could
    not fight back, but there was never any real doubt as to who the
    superior creature  was.  Her original plan was the best he could
    come up with under the circumstances, but now....  
         He had been a little startled at Shampoo's assertion that
    she now recognized him as her husband.  However, now that he
    had a moment to think about it, the though was quite arousing. 
    Now how to test it.  He did not dare untie Shampoo just yet. 
    The results of guessing wrong were too horrid to think about. 
    He stared down at the girl on the bed for a few minutes, while
    she returned his gaze with liquid eyes speaking of deep passion. 
    He noticed that she still held her legs tightly together.  Ok that's
    a place to start, he thought.
         "Spread your legs!" He ordered.
    
    
    
          Shampoo blinked at the sudden order.  The man had been
    standing there staring at her in silence for so long.  Once the
    order registered however she could not help but obey.  She
    allowed gravity to pull her legs apart and exposed herself
    completely to this commanding man.  She felt a pulse of
    pleasure as she followed the order, and she almost purred as the
    tingling sensation ran thru her body.  She stared up at the man
    looming over her.  Her heart beating a little faster as she waited
    for his next move.  She did not have a long wait, reaching down
    he ran a hand under her chin and gently scratched her there. 
    This time she did purr.
         He gave a chuckle at her reaction.  "My we do have a very
    responsive puss here don't we." Moving his fingers away from
    her throat he lightly traced a pattern on her chest, using his
    unusually long nails as a stylus.  Running the sharp edge along
    her chest he left a white streak on her red tinged flesh as he
    slowly moved it across her upper chest, finally ending at her
    heaving breasts.  Lightly cupping her left breast in his hand he
     kneaded the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.          
    Watching her face he slowly increased the pressure.  Shampoo's
    breath started to come in quick little gasps and her pelvis started
    to thrust up and down.  Keeping one hand on her breast, Nabiki
    lay his other hand on her belly and began to stroke it.  Each
    motion of his hand brought it a little closer to her sex, and each
    time Shampoo thrust her hips toward the stroking hand.  Nabiki
    established a rhythm, and smiled as Shampoo's thrusts began to
    match it.  He felt extreme satisfaction at manipulating her body
    so easily.  Finally, just as Shampoo thought she was going to
    explode, Nabiki moved his hand the rest of the way down her
    belly, and lightly cupped her mound. 
         Slowly he ran a finger up and down her outer lips, causing
    a burning sensation to start growing in Shampoo's groin, and the
    wetness that had been forming there started to leak from her
    engorged sex, dampening Nabiki's stroking fingers.  He
    continued his teasing for several minutes, during which
    Shampoo's hips began to move frantically in an effort to
    increase the level of contact.  Losing the steady rhythm of
    seconds before.
         >Smack< Shampoo jolted in shock as he used the ruler
    from before on her inner thigh, uncomfortably close to her sex.
         "Did I say you could move?" The man said in a calm
    voice.  "You will do nothing I do not tell you to.  Do you
    understand?"
         Shampoo looked up at him, lust burning in her loins, with
    an effort she stilled her pelvis and was rewarded with a pulse of
    pleasure.
    
    
         Nendex started, he had not done that, that sense of
    pleasure was generated with out any input from him.  He stared
    in surprise at the bound Amazon. Regant had said she was a
    repressed submissive, but this level of response was unexpected
    to say the least.  He leaned forward, anticipation clear on his
    face.  This was getting very good.
    
    
          Shampoo did not know why she felt so hot.  All she knew
    was that obeying this man brought instant gratification. She lay
    there and waited for his next order, her body trembling in
    anticipation.  She did not have long to wait.  Reaching down he
    placed a finger at her sex.  "Do not move," he repeated.  Slowly
    he shoved his  finger, well lubricated with Shampoo's own
    juices, an inch or so into her tight opening.  At the same time he
    increased the pressure on Shampoo's captive nipple. Shampoo
    gasped as a mixture of  pleasure and pain rocketed thru her
    body.  She was right on the verge of an orgasm, she could feel it
    bubbling just below the surface.  She almost cried out in
    frustration when he relaxed the pressure on her nipple and
    began to withdraw  his finger.  She fought her instinctive lunge,
    fighting the desire to keep that pleasure giving digit in her body. 
    
    
    
         Nabiki drew it out as long as he could, taking at least a
    half a minute to pull his finger back the inch and a half it took to
    remove it from Shampoo's gripping flesh.  
    
    
         It took all of Shampoo's will to not thrust her hips at his
    retreating finger as it came clear of her vagina. She managed to
    hold on, and as he finished withdrawing his finger she again felt
    a flash of pleasure.  She did not know what magic this man
    possessed.  All she knew was that she had never experienced
    any thing like the pleasure she had felt after only ten minutes in
    his power.  Truly he was a man among men. 
    
    
         Nabiki was feeling a little disconcerted, he had not
    expected anything like the reaction he was getting from
    Shampoo.  She seemed to orgasm at Nabiki's merest touch, and
    that in turn was having a very strong effect on Nabiki.  He had
    gone past the merely aroused stage.  His new accessory  was like
    an iron bar in his pajamas, and it was causing him discomfort
    every time he moved.
         Hesitantly he reached down inside his pajama bottoms and
    tentatively grasped his new penis.  The resulting flood of
    sensation was almost painful. He groaned faintly as he slowly
    adjusted himself, pulling his penis up so the head was not
    pressing against the rough fabric of his pajamas.  The sensation
    as the tip brushed against the fabric was like nothing he had
    ever felt.  
         He suddenly had an overwhelming urge to throw himself
    onto the helpless Shampoo and drive the aching thing  into the
    soothing balm of her sex.  He managed to fight the urge down,
    but it was difficult.  He gritted his teeth and focused on cold
    thought. He'd be dammed if he'd give into this body's urges. 
    He had controlled his normal female body for years.  He would
    prove to himself that his mind was superior to the animal lusts
    of this body.  He raked his eyes over the girl who even now was
    looking up at him with a small bit of fear in her eyes.  Good she
    should fear him.  He would prove his mental strength on her
    body.
    
    
    
         Shampoo looked at her captor with a worried frown, his
    face had twisted into a grimace of pain  And now he was looking
    at her with eyes that  caused a small tremor of fear to shoot
    through her.  "What...what...Shampoo do wrong?"  She
    stammered as he continued to look at her with... wild barely
    controlled lust in his eyes.  Slowly the light of sanity returned to
    his features, but the look he turned on her then was not much
    better than the earlier one, in fact it was worse.  The fire in his
    eyes had been replaced by ice and Shampoo shuddered as they
    looked at her, and a wash of fear swept thru her.  What had she
    done?  Was she going to lose this man, just as she had Ranma? 
    What else could she do?  She had given herself to him.  She had
    nothing else to give.
         "Congratulations, you almost succeeded in distracting
    me," he said in an eerily calm voice.  "But now may we get back
    to the real reason I am here.  Where is Nabiki Tendo!?"  He
    shouted right in Shampoo's face, causing her to turn her head
    aside is surprise.  This did not please him. Grasping her chin in
    his hand he pulled her back around so she was forced to look at
    him.  "I believe I told you not to move, did I not?"  He looked at
    her expectantly for a minute and them his face became angry.  "I
    asked you a question!" He snarled at her.  "Did I tell you not to
    move!?" 
         Shampoo nodded her head, swallowing a lump of fear in
    her throat.  "Ye..yes..you tell Shampoo no move.  Shampoo
    sorry, Shampoo not move again, she promise."
         Nabiki was pleased, all indications were that Shampoo
    was really submitting herself.  Still it was best to make sure. 
         "Promises are not good enough," the man hissed at
    Shampoo.  "Now what should I do with you?." 
         Shampoo looked in his eyes like a rabbit trapped in a cars
    headlights.  Frozen unable to speak.  It was not until he smacked
    the ruler that was still in his hand lightly across her breast that
    she was shocked out of her trance.  
         Suddenly Shampoo recognized a familiarity to the scene.
    Cologne had often looked at her in much that way when she
    wanted to punish Shampoo.  She had wanted Shampoo to
    acknowledge her mistake and admit that she deserved to be
    punished.  For a second defiance flared in her, and with it an icy
    cold feeling damped down all the feelings of pleasure she had
    been experienced.  The sudden cessation of what had been a
    constant background feeling of pleasure was shocking.  She
    suddenly needed to feel that pleasure again more than anything. 
    Like a drug addict in withdrawal her body began to shake with
    racking painful shudders.  
         Something in the back of Shampoo's mind yelled out that
    it was her fault, if she would admit she was wrong the pain
    would leave and the pleasure would come back.  
         "Shampoo sorry!!! Shampoo deserve to be punished for
    disobeying.  Please punish Shampoo!!!" She screamed out.  As
    soon as the words left her mouth the pain ceased, and the
    pleasure flooded back in.  Her body sagged and she started
    crying in relief, loud racking sobs that filled the room with the
    sound of her thankfulness at the cessation of pain.  Even as she
    was crying  she arched her back and spread her legs as wide
    apart as she was able.  Trying to show this man that she was
    surrendering absolutely to him.
    
    
    
         Nabiki was shaken by  Shampoo's reaction. He had once
    again been caught by surprise. Shampoo was behaving as if
    Nabiki had subjected her to all the hells of a torture dungeon,
    when all Nabiki had done was to lightly swat her across the
    breast.  Considering some of the blows he had seen Shampoo
    take, that did not even classify as a flea bite.  Suddenly all the
    enjoyment he had felt in having her in his power slipped away.
    Nabiki might enjoy controlling others, but he was no sadist. 
    Something was going on here that he did not understand, and he
    would not do another thing to her until he figured it out. 
         Sitting down on the bed he pulled the crying girl's head
    into his lap and stroked her sweat soaked hair away from her
    face.  Ignoring the feeling of overwhelming lust crashing through
    his body, he softly whispered words of comfort to the softly
    sobbing girl.  "Hush little one, it's alright. No one is going to
    hurt you.  I'm here for you, and I won't let anyone harm you."
    Unconsciously he was mimicking something Kasumi had said to
    a young Nabiki many years ago.  He was also imprinting himself
    indelibly into Shampoo's psyche as not just a source of pleasure,
    but as a haven from pain and sorrow. Suddenly a wave of pain
    washed through his mind and a voice thundered in his head.
         {What the hell are you doing!?}
    
    
    
         Regent recoiled in shock as Nendex vocalized his
    displeasure with Nabiki's actions. He laid a restraining arm on
    the larger demons shoulder, in an effort to calm him down.  His
    efforts failed. Enraged by his toy's spoiling of a perfect scenario
    he had lost the thin veneer of civilization he usually wore. His
    full demonic nature had manifested, and like a spoiled toddler
    he had no thought for anything but what he wanted.  He swept
    his arm back and tossed the slight demon holding his arm
    heavily into the corner.  Then having removed that distraction he
    bent his will to making Nabiki do what he wanted.
    
    
    
         Shampoo could only watch in shock as the man who had
    been a moment ago been stroking her head, clutched his own in
    pain. 
         "Get out, get the fuck out of my mind you bastard!" He
    screamed.  
         Shampoo was familiar enough with magic and other
    strange things to not immediately suspect insanity, and as she
    listened to the raving of her captor she realized that she was
    hearing one side of a violent mental battle.  Suddenly he shot to
    his feet and he directed a glare of purest hatred at a corner of the
    room.  Shampoo was amazed to see a powerfully glowing battle
    aura forming around him.  So, that is how he defeated Ranma,
    she thought to herself.  There was more to this man than she had
    thought.  Her eyes widened in shock a few minutes later when
    that battle aura suddenly coalesced into a bolt of energy that
    lanced at the corner he was glaring at, and disappeared.  This
    was not what shocked Shampoo, for she was no stranger to Ki
    attacks.  It was the words he screamed out as he did so that
    shook her to her very core. 
    
    
    
         Nabiki was fighting a battle for his soul, and was not
    doing well.  Never before had he been in a position where he
    had to use his well honed brain in this manner.  All he knew
    was that something was trying to control him, and that no one
    controlled Nabiki Tendo!  No One!! Unschooled in mental
    combat he fought back with pure viciousness.  He was added by
    the fact that the instant nanniichuan gave Nendex only a limited
    access to his mind.  However, he was a human fighting a demon
    with centuries of experience at this form of combat, the outcome
    could not be in doubt.
         Unable to see his enemy he lashed out blindly, without
    direction.  Bolts of mental energy slammed into his mind,
    racking him with pain.  Images of him doing things to Shampoo
    filled his thoughts.  Beating her, raping her.  Degrading her in
    every way imaginable. 
         {If only you would do these things the pain would stop,} a
    voice whispered in his mind.
         Nabiki had thought he had a handle on the twisted dreams
    of the human race, but some of the images filled him with
    disgust...and others to his intense shame filled him with lust. 
         Finally his aversion to chaotic unfocused activity
    manifested and he started to struggle to pin point the source of
    the attacks.  Blanking out all external thoughts he stopped trying
    to fight the attacks on his mind.  Instead he allowed himself to
    sink into them.  Images swirled around him.  He felt his body
    react, but he ignored the physical sensation and concentrated all
    his energy on mentally delving into his mind looking for the
    door through which this attack was coming.  Deeper and deeper
    he reached into the corridors of his mind, searching. 
         He experienced resistance and he pushed, to no avail. 
    Enraged he pushed harder, straining against the resistance,
    finally he felt a touch of give, and encouraged he reached deep
    into himself and shoved again.  He felt a burning sensation
    running through his veins. He barely kept from screaming at the
    intense pain, but it was accompanied by a burst of strength, and
    instead of flinching back from it he embraced it.  Even as his
    body screamed in torment he exulted in finally having the power
    to fight his foe.  He shoved, and the resistance faded, until with
    an almost audible snap it disappeared.  
         His victory was not without cost.  Once through the barrier
    the intense concentration he had been using faded, and he was
    racked by pain.  Jolting to his feet he suppressed a scream.  His
    eyes jolted open, and he saw... a swirling disk floating in the air
    in one corner of his room.  A leprous grey in color, it was
    slightly translucent and Nabiki could see a shape on the other
    side of it.  He knew it had to be the thing that had attacked him,
    had tried to control him.  Pain forgotten, acting purely on
    instinct, he drew on the energy he had found and used to break
    the barrier in his mind.  Wrapping it around his body, he
    focused his hatred at being manipulated at the thing in the
    corner.  Unaware of anything but that grey disk, he would have
    been surprised to have known he was manifesting an aura as
    powerful as any that Akane had ever produced.  
         He screamed his defiance at the thing in the corner. "No
    one fuck's with Nabiki Tendo you bastard! No one tells this girl
    what to do!  SO_ YOU_ CAN_ GO_ TO_ HELL!!!" And with
    that last scream of rage he launched all the hatred in him at the
    dirty gray disk.  A second later he fell to the floor, unconscious.
    
    
    
         Regent was amazed to see Nendex stagger backwards from
    the force of the Tendo girl's assault.  The screen showing her
    image faded and the picture was replaced by static.
         Holding his side in pain the incensed demon yelled. "No
    you don't bitch! You don't get away that easy!"
         Regent cowered back from the enraged demon.  Smaller
    demons soon learned to lie low when there larger brothers were
    in this state.  He watched as Nendex drew in energy and began
    to glow with a phosphorescent light.  He raised his hands and
    began the spell to reopen the viewing portal. 
         Then all hell broke loose.
         Nendex and Regent had been too caught up in their own
    little drama to pay any attention to their fellows.  Now, however,
    the screaming of tortured ether filled the room drawing even the
    enraged Nendex's attention.  They both looked over at Extefan
    and Ergan.  Just in time to see a pillar of golden light slash in to
    their room from the still active section of the viewing sphere.  It
    channeled straight into the two larger demons and for a second
    every orifice in their body belched golden fire.  Then they
    exploded in a cloud of dust.
         The shockwave threw Regent and Nendex across the room
    with violent force, stunning them.  The viewing portal flickered
    for a second and then with no conscious minds left to maintain
    it, went dark. As Regant lay unconscious on the floor,  a small
    decorative box, cracked by the impact of his body began to glow.
    
    
    
    
         The  effect of that blast were felt as far away as the
    Nekohanten. 
    Ryouga had reached the final bit of his detailed description of
    his victory over Ranma.  He had been talking for the last hour,
    and had quenched his thirst repeatedly from a bottle of fruit
    juice.  As well he had slowly worked his way through all the
    prepared food in the fridge.  He had not eaten for a day and a
    half, and was making up for lost time. 
         Mousse had spent the whole hour huddled on the floor
    with his fingers in his ears,  repeating over and over.  "Not
    listening, not listening..." Ryouga had merely smiled and spoken
    louder.  
         Now a faint look of surprise crossed his face, and was
    quickly replaced by a look of total horror.  Reaching down, he
    picked up Mousse by the collar of his robe and screamed in his
    face.  "I RAPED RANMA!!" He relaxed his grip as a queasy
    expression crossed his face.  "My god I had sex with Ranma."
    He said in a faint voice.
         Mousse had been driven past his limit, he'd had about
    enough.  For the first time in an hour his mind was free of the
    disturbing images of him doing things to Onna-Ranma.  Now he
    wrenched free of Ryouga's grasp and yelled back at the lost boy. 
    "Yes, yes, yes, you raped Ranma! Yes you fucked her!! You
    have been saying that over and over for the last hour, and I am
    fucking tired of it!!  So why don't you get the fuck out of here
    you pervert, before I throw you out!?"
         Ryouga was not listening, his face had gone even paler. 
    "O my god, I had sex with Ranma," he repeated in a tone of
    disbelief. Suddenly he clapped a hand to his mouth and dashed
      over to the kitchen sink.
       Mousse looked on in disgust, "I'm...am...not, cleaning that
    up."
    
    
    
         Shampoo was in a state of total shock.  The man who had
    conquered her, and who touch brought her pleasure beyond
    compare was Nabiki!  Her emotions were a maelstrom of
    confusion.  Amazon law was clear on this matter.  If an Amazon
    was defeated by an outsider woman, she must give the kiss of
    death, and kill without delay.  However, the kisses Shampoo
    wanted to give Nabiki had nothing to do with death.  Despite the
    revelation of her captors true identity, her body still tingled with
    remembered pleasure.  Even now as she remembered submitting
    to Nabiki's commands she did not feel as she should.  Instead of
    a hot rage, the memories caused hot flashes.  Merely
    remembering submitting herself was enough to send little
    flashes of pleasure through her.
         More than that Shampoo recognized a battle when she saw
    one.  Nabiki had fought something.  Something that had
    attempted to take over her mind, something that may have made
    her tie Shampoo up.  So Nabiki had not been responsible for
    her...his actions.  How had Nabiki done that anyway?  The
    answer came as quick as the question.  Instant Nanniichuan, it
    had to be.  She felt a sense of relief.  There was no need to kill
    Nabiki. Having justified her desire to not do so, Shampoo's
    mind switched to other things. That was the fact that she was
    still bound.
                 Flexing her shoulders she tested the strength of the
    binding on her arms.  She quickly determined that there was
    little hope of breaking whatever was holding her arms. Turning
    her attention to her legs she once again flexed her muscles.  This
    time she felt something give.  Pausing she took several deep
    breaths, and focused, visualizing what she was about to do. 
    Then with a scream of release, she used every bit of power in
    her legs.  Thighs that could crack coconuts flexed powerfully,
    and the cheap clasp clips holding her legs in position bent and
    then broke with a >sprung< of fracturing metal.  Straightening
    her legs she twisted off the bed and to her feet on the floor.  She
    moved over to the unconscious Nabiki and smoothly knelt by his
    side.  Leaning forward she placed her head on his chest and
    listened with satisfaction to the strong heart beat.  Sitting back
    on her heels she contemplated the handsome boy in front of her.
    
    
    
         Back in the Amazon village, the maiden warriors would
    relieve the stress of unrequited passion with each other.  Even if
    an Amazon was interested solely in males,  they denied the
    feeling.  Males were for one thing only, the continuation of the
    blood lines.  With all the certainty of the young, they were
    invincible in there bigotry.  They felt nothing but contempt for
    the older girls who allowed inferior males to supposable defeat
    them in combat.  They were all sure that they would never
    submit themselves to the animal lusts of mere males, unless of
    course he was worthy.  But then, over time many would grow
    dissatisfied with each other and want more.  They would
    discover that they could be conquered by other things then skill
    in combat.  Just like those girls Shampoo had been conquered by
    something other than brute strength.
         The battle in Shampoo's mind seesawed bach and forth. 
    While any thoughts to do with fighting or fleeing Nabiki were
    just that, cold thoughts, a weighing of her options with all the
    calculation of the trained warrior she was.  Thoughts that
    lingered for more than an instant on submitting to the situation
    however, brought a flash of pleasure.  Back and forth in her
    mind the battle went, until at last she reached her decision. 
    Having made up her mind she ceased to worry and sat patiently
    waiting for Nabiki to waken.
    
    
    
         Pain, the last thing Nabiki could remember was pain.  He
    had pulled Shampoo's head into his lap and was stroking it, and
    then...nothing, just pain.  The pain was gone now, and he could
    feel himself laying on the floor. Nabiki opened his eyes and
    noticed  the Amazon sitting beside him.  That fact caused him to
    start slightly.  The only way she could be doing that would be if
    her legs were free.  Which meant...
         "Is you ok Nabiki?" Shampoo asked
         Nabiki closed his eyes.  I'm dead.  He opened his eyes a
    crack, and started back at seeing Shampoo's face inches from his
    own. >Whack< "Damm" Nabiki cursed, his hand reflexively
    reaching around to the back of his head.  As he rubbed the spot
    where his head had connected with the floor, he glared at
    Shampoo, who was suppressing a giggle at Nabiki bumping his
    head..  "A little room if you don't mind," he said in a sour voice. 
    "Unless you're planing on killing me here and now. 
         Shampoo gave a laugh, and said.  "You so silly, why
    Shampoo kill?" With that she tossed a leg over his hips and
    settled down.  Leaning forward she said in a husky voice.  "You
    so rough before, you treat Shampoo so bad." She brought her
    mouth down beside Nabiki's ear and said in a passion filled
    voice.  "Do again." She started to slid her pelvis back and forth,
    grinding her bare crotch into the rapidly growing bulge in his
    pants.  Nabiki felt wetness, and realized that Shampoo was so
    aroused she was soaking through his pajama bottoms. 
         He let his head fall back with a thump on the floor. 
    "Ouch, goddamn." He said, as his tender head complained of
    this treatment.  Once again he reached around and rubbed his
    head.  He looked up at the figure above him and noted the
    glazed look in her eyes.  "You took Ryouga's potion." he said,
    not as a question but as a statement of fact.
         Shampoo nodded her head vigorously. "Uh hu, Uh hu,
    Shampoo all better now, no turn cat no more." 
         Nabiki sat up abruptly, tumbling Shampoo off his lap and
    onto the floor.  "Great, it turned Ryouga into a sex maniac, it
    turned Ranma into a nymphomaniac, and now it seems to have
    dissolved what little brains you had, and you think it's great you
    don't turn into a cat anymore.  Great, just great."
         "Why Shampoo's husband shove Shampoo off? He was
    happy with Shampoo, Shampoo could feel."
         Nabiki could feel too.  His body was very annoyed with
    him, and his balls were starting to pain him greatly.  As well his
    cock was fully erect and once again painfully pressing against
    the front of his too tight pajama bottoms. 
         This self denial thing is starting to get a little ridiculous,
    he thought.  Still he had no intention of giving in to this bodies
    demands, not during the current situation anyway.  Instead he
    told Shampoo.  "Turn around." A minute later he had freed her
    hands from their tight bondage.  A second after that, she
    glomped him.  "Ack," he exclaimed in shock.  He tried futilely
    to free himself from her grasp, but she easily overpowered his
    efforts.   He toppled over backward, and ended up with her on
    top of him, her body laying along the length of his.  She writhed
    on top of him, grinding her breasts into his chest, and her crotch
    into his groin. He attempted to yell at her, but his voice was cut
    off by a passionate kiss.  She gripped his head firmly with her
    now free hands, and thrust her tongue deep into his open mouth,
    savoring the taste of him.   
         Nabiki froze, then let all his muscles relax, and just lay
    there waiting for her to finish.  
         Shampoo, feeling his body go slack, broke the kiss and
    lifted herself up.  Looking him in the eye she asked.  "What
    matter?"
         "Get_Off_Of_Me!" Nabiki said in a voice that could have
    chilled a raging fire.  Shampoo felt a shudder run through her at
    his icy tone.  She quickly got off of him and knelt on the floor
    beside his prone body. 
         Nabiki heaved himself into a sitting position and glared at
    Shampoo.  "I did not give you permission to touch me." He
    hissed, his voice still icy.  Shampoo started back from the venom
    in his eyes.  "S...Sha...Shampoo, sor...sorry." She stuttered out,
    her eyes becoming liquid with unshed tears.  Nabiki continued
    to glare at her, but inside a fire was building in reaction to
    Shampoo's behavior.  The sight of her kneeling there in
    supplication, tears forming in her eyes as a result of Nabiki's
    actions.  These were all powerful stimuli.  Which made what
    Nabiki had to do all the harder.  The events of the last little
    while had given him a great distaste for tormenting caged tigers. 
    The bonds might be gone, but that thrice cursed potion was still
    twisting Shampoo's mind.  Nabiki's lust for control was
    inflamed by Shampoo's behavior, but the rational mind that was
    never far away, told him it was all a fraud...Nabiki Tendo did
    not own fakes.  He might sell them, but anything he owned was
    the real thing.  He did not intend to start with Shampoo. 
         "No thank you," he said in a flat voice.
         "What, Shampoo no understand?"
         With the same flat voice he elaborated. "I said, no thank
    you, not interested, take your wares and peddle them elsewhere,
    vamoose, get lost, hit the road Jill."  
         "W..why?" Shampoo said, her voice on the verge of
    breaking.  Her emotions were in a fragile state after the
    emotional shock of losing Ranma.  "Shampoo no understand,
    Shampoo know you like Shampoo." She reached forward and
    tried to touch the bulge in his pants.  As she bent forward the
    tears that had been forming in her eyes spilled out and trickled
    down her cheeks.  
         The motion was tentative and Nabiki easily slapped her
    hand aside.  "I said, don't touch me...not unless I give you
    permission."  He said with no emotion in his voice.  Despite
    that, Shampoo perked up, the qualifier seemed to hold out some
    hope. 
         "What Shampoo need to do?  How she make Nabiki give
    permission?" 
         "Go home." Shampoo quailed at the uncompromising tone
    in his voice, but he was not finished.  "Stop taking the potion. I
    don't want to see you again until I can hold you in my lap and
    scratch your ears.  Do that, and maybe we can talk." Nabiki
    glared at the downcast ex-amazon. 
         "B...bu...but why?  Why you want Shampoo be cat?"
         "I don't have to explain myself to you.  I've given my
    conditions, either meet them or forget me.  Either way I don't
    much care." 
         Shampoo stared at him in shock.  He returned her stare
    with a look of complete indifference. Her expression started to
    crack, and the small trickle of tears turned into a flood running
    down her cheeks.  "Shampoo go." She said in a broken voice,
    then it firmed, "but she come back.  She not lose husband
    twice." She turned to leave, but came to a halt as Nabiki spoke,
    his voice uncompromising.
         "Shampoo, don't get the wrong idea!!  If you come back,
    you're mine! I'm not your's! I'll own you...and I'll use you."  
         He turned to look at her, his eyes burning with barely
    suppressed passion.  "Believe it, don't go getting romantic
    ideas. I'm not Ranma. I'm a hard miserable bitch.  Think about
    that before you show your face here again."
         "Hai," Shampoo managed to get out.  "Sh...Shampoo,
    understand. Shampoo think about what you say." She turned and
    disappeared out the window. 
         Nabiki sat staring at the place she had stood for a long
    moment.  "And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend."
    He finally said, in a voice filled with self derision. Then he
    flinched as the adrenaline bled out of his body and he became
    aware of his balls opinion of his actions.  They were sore and
    aching, and blamed it all on him. "That's it, you're history." He
     said in a firm voice.   He got up and headed for the door. "I've
    had as much fun as I can stand for awhile." He said in a
    sarcastic tone of voice.  "Time to wash you guys out of my lap."
         
    
    
         "Ranma No Baka." echoed down the hall, followed by the
    sound of a small body impacting with a wall. 
         "Aa true love." Nabiki said as Akane-kun slammed out of
    the bathroom and walked past him, fairly bristling in outrage. 
    "Nice to see that some things are constant." He walked through
    the door and stopped.  
         Ranma was bent over the lip of the furo.  She seemed to
    be fishing things out of it.  Even as Nabiki watched she tossed a
    wooden bucket over her shoulder and into the scrub area, all the
    while muttering to herself.  "Stupid un-cute tomboy." Each
    movement she made was punctuated  with jerks of her hips. 
    Nabiki felt a ball of hot lead forming in his groin as he found
    himself staring at her waving hips.  His eyes zeroed in on the
    small pink bull's-eye pouting from between her legs.  The
    Instant Nanniichuan chose that moment to start its final
    breakdown.  Nabiki was suddenly flooded with a dozen times
    the magic that had been trickling steadily into his system for the
    last few hours.  The effect was extreme.
         Fuck it, I've been Mr. nice guy long enough. Nabiki
    stripped off his top and bottom.  He strode towards Ranma, his
    cock pointing the way like a compass needle.  His eyes focused
    on her waving ass.  Falling to his knees he grabbed her hips and
    thrust forward with all his might.  Ranma gave a squawk as she
    felt Nabiki's hips slap against her upturned ass.  Spinning out
    from between Nabiki's clasping hands she yelled at her.  "What
    the fuck are you doing Nabiki?  You scared the hell out of me!"
    Nabiki did not answer, she was too busy looking down at the
    breasts that had suddenly sprouted on her chest.  
         "Nabiki!?" Ranma yelled in her face.
         "Aa he, he," Nabiki laughed weakly. "Just a little joke."
    Ranma just shook her head in disgust, and left the room, looking
    over her shoulder at Nabiki until she was through the door.
         Nabiki watched her go, a sheepish look on her face.  The
    minute Ranma was out the door her expression hardened.  She
    hated being seen as anything other than in full control of herself. 
    Nabiki had a reputation for being an ice queen.  It was not true
    of course, she had lapses, but people tended to forget them due
    to a strategy she had devised a long time ago.  As soon as
    possible after one of her human failings, she tried to do, or cause
    something, that would make people forget her loss of cool. 
    Ranma had experience one such episode herself.  It had followed
    Nabiki running in terror from a panda with a young girl slung
    over it's shoulder.  At that time Nabiki solution had been to
    fondle Ranma's breast in public, twice.  People remembered
    that, and tended to forget the running in terror part.
         Now what was she going to do to make sure Ranma never
    thought about this incident again?
    
    
    
         Regent stifled a groan.  Injured Demons who drew
    attention to the fact they were injured did not survive long.  He
    could feel the damage to his body, and knew it was bad.  A
    scream of agony ripped through the room.  He barely repressed a
    reflexive move to look.  Two thousand years had dulled his
    reflexes badly.  Once upon a time he would not have moved a
    muscle at the sound.   Opening his eyes just enough to see, he
    looked across the room and saw...Urgant? 
         The fake Abbot was free of his imprisonment in the spirit
    box, and was not a happy camper.  No longer looking like a
    harmless monk, he had shed that seeming and now appeared in
    his true form.  Regant swallowed in fear.  He had never seen
    Urgant in his true form before, and he doubted the ex-Extefan
    had either, or else he would never have dared imprison him. 
         Urgant was a dozen feet tall, with several heads and arms. 
    As well he had the multiple penile tentacles of a high level
    demon.  
    
    
         As they grew in power, it became a status symbol for
    Shikima demons to manifest excessive numbers of large
    prehensile penises.  Regant had always thought they took it to a
    ridiculous level.  Look at the king, he would say to his
    acquaintances.  He's  satisfied with a single substantial cock. 
    Of course Regant was a low rung demon and had only the one
    solitary penis.  So, maybe he was just suffering from multiple
    penis envy. 
    
    
          Right at the moment Urgant was making good use of his
    penises.  He had them wrapped around Nendex's body, and was
    holding the screaming demon against the wall with them.  This
    left his hands free, and at the moment all five of them were
    wrapped around Nendex's head.  Regant recognized what was
    going on. Urgant was raping Nendex's mind for all his
    memories of the time Urgant had spent trapped, and he was not
    being careful as to how he did it.  As Regent looked on in horror
    Nendex's body began to smolder, and then burst into flame. 
    Urgant merely stood there and held the blazing body as he
    sucked out every thought and memory he could.  Finished at
    last, he dropped the now charred corpse and with an angry oath
    walked over to the wall containing the viewing screen. 
    Reaching out he ripped it from the wall and examined the
    vaguely organic material that had been concealed behind it.
         By the demon kings, Regant swore to himself.  That's no
    ordinary power reservoir. There's enough capacity there to
    power a dozen viewing screens.  Then he noticed the charred
    sections, and felt a sick lump form in his stomach.  The energy
    that had vaporized Extefan and Ergan had damaged the storage
    reservoir as well.  Regant suddenly understood Urgant's haste in
    questioning Nendex.  It was a miracle they had not already been
    blown to there component atoms, and their spirits sent back to
    the Shikima realm.  Confined as this life had been, Regant had
    no desire to be trapped for a hundred years in the Shikima
    realm.  A Shikima demon could not die the true death on earth,
    but they could and did in their home dimension.  No, Regant
    would take boring over the chance of permanent death any day.  
       
         Regant began to watch Urgant with an fierce intensity.  He
    was not behaving like a person with a only a few minutes of
    existence left in this life.  His movements were deliberate. There
    was a purpose behind his actions.  The sulfureous oaths he was
    muttering as he worked indicated he was not happy with that
    purpose, but that he had no choice.  Even as Regant watched he
    placed both hands on two conductor surfaces and screamed.  Not
    a loud order, or a yell of triumph, but a soul shaking cry of
    agony.  Despite the pain he did not lift his hands from the
    contact points.  As Regant watched, Urgant's body shuddered,
    and Regent's under sight saw Urgant's spirit separate from it's
    corporal body.  There was a brilliant flash of light and all was
    quiet.  The hulk of Urgant's now vacant body swayed back and
    forth for several seconds and then crashed to the floor with an
    impact that raised dust in every corner of the room. 
         Regant could only stare in shock.  This was impossible, a
    demon could not exist in the mortal world for long without a
    corporal form.  What was Urgant doi...
         "The bastard!...the lousy, stinking, rat bastard!!" Regant
    swore.  A trick, it had all been a trick, not just on Ryouga, but
    on his fellow demons as well.  Urgant never had any intention of
    sitting back and using the Jusenkyo cursed as play toys.  He had
    intended all along to download himself into one of them. 
    Regant had a pretty good idea of which one to.  Urgant had
    made no secret of his desire for control of the male Amazon. 
    Now that Regent knew the truth he could understand that desire. 
         Urgant's penises were not just tools for pleasure, but
    weapons he had used for eons.  As a human he would be
    limited.  The Amazon's skill with chains would partial offset
    that limitation,  especially with the latent telekinetic ability they
    had theorized the Amazon might possess.  Ryouga's memories
    were not that clear on the subject of the Amazon male, but what
    he did remember hinted that more than just manual dexterity
    was involved in the way he could handle his chains and other
    weapons.
         The shaking of the temple brought his attention back to
    the current situation.  The storage reservoir was on the verge of
    going critical.  The dissonance in it's storage medium was
    starting to rattle the massive walls of the temple.  He brought his
    emotions under control. His anger at Urgant's duplicity was a
    waste of time, and he had very little of that commodity left. 
    Weakly, he dragged his damaged body towards the two contact
    points Urgant had used.  Reaching them he slapped his hands
    down.  With no one around to impress he did not even try to
    hold in his screaming.  As the energy in the reservoir extracted
    his spirit from the shattered shell of his body, he felt like...his
    soul was being ripped out of his body.  Which only made sense.
    Then blessed relief, the last shred of his spirit was freed of its
    corporal bindings and the pain stopped.  He felt a sensation of
    being compressed and hurled at a great speed.  The walls of the
    temple blurred towards him, and he felt a brief drag as the
    power holding him punched through the wards on the outer
    temple walls, and then he was free.  If he had still had lungs, he
    would have gasped in relief, at the cessation of pain. He closed
    his eyes and savored it's absence.  
    
    
         Unheard and un-sensed by him the power reservoir back in
    the temple lost its battle to survive and gave up its integrity in a
    blast that left a five hundred foot crater where a two thousand
    year old building had stood.  On the rim of the valley a female
    cat looked down at the sight of the explosion.  Giving in to
    curiosity she walked down into the valley and became the first
    female creature to enter the valley in two millennium.  Five
    hours later, having determined there was nothing to kill or eat in
    the valley, she left.
    
    
         Regant gave one last sigh of pleasure at having escaped
    certain dis-corporation.  Then he slowly began to orient himself. 
    Extending his senses he started to search for the tell tale traces
    of Shikima energy.  There, like a ball of fire, that must be the
    red head.  Near by were two smaller sources, but there was
    something strange about them.  They were not the raw chaotic
    magic of a broken Jusenkyo curse.  They were not in fact
    artificial at all.  They must be demons.  It would be wise to
    avoid them until he could approach on equal footing. He did not
    even consider for an instant using Ranma as a source of power. 
    Trying to tap that level of energy would be like a human
    suckling on a high tension power line.  He looked elsewhere. 
    There, he spotted a familiar source he recognized, Shampoo, but
    he moved on.  He had no desire to be trapped in a female body. 
    Another source impinged on his senses.  The male amazon, and
    that meant...Urgant, he hissed to himself, silently cursing his
    fearless leader.  Turning from that source he began looking for
    his target.
         He frowned and strained his senses to the utmost.  Where
    was Ryouga?  He could not sense him anywhere.  That was
    impossible, he could see all the other known sources.  Where
    was Ryouga?
         
    
         "Where the hell am I?" Ryouga screamed into the echoing
    darkness.  He had fled the Nekohanten in shame.  His only goal,
    to distance himself from the evil he had done.  To try and outrun
    the desire he still felt.  He had run for what seemed like hours,
    and now he was as lost as he had ever been in his life.  He heard
    a sound behind him. "Hello," he shouted, "is anyone there?"
         "Why yes, why do you ask lunch?"
         At the sound of that watery, slurred voice Ryouga strained
    his eyes, trying to see into the darkness.  His eyes widened in
    shock at what slithered out of the dark. The multi tentacle
    monstrosity reached out towards him, and Ryouga pulled his
    umbrella from it's position on top of his backpack.  "No one!!!"
    He screamed as he charged at the looming monstrosity. 
    "CALLS ME LUNCH!!!"
    
    
         Back in the Tendo Kitchen the clatter of pans, and the
    sound of a knife chopping attracted attention.
         "Ranma, what do you think you're doing?" Akane shouted
    from the kitchen door.  Ranma looked around from where she
    was cooking.  Akane was female again.  She had come down to
    the kitchen earlier and heated some water while Ranma was still
    in the bathroom.  She was now dressed in a simple summer
    frock, and looked very cute.  Typically Ranma ignored that, and
    answered her question.
         "What's it look like? Kasumi's ready to eat meals are
    gone.  Someone who can cook has to make something." 
         Akane glowered at Ranma.  "I was going to make
    breakfast this morning. I put all the ingredients out last night so
    I would have them ready."
         "That explains the sour milk and melted butter." Ranma
    said, turning back to the stove.  "Why don't you go and sit
    down?  This stir fry will be ready in a minute."
         "Stir fry?  For breakfast?"
         "Why not?  At least it's edible, unlike some things I could
    mention."
         "And just what is that suppose to mean!?" Akane said as
    she advanced on Ranma, mayhem in her eyes.  "I'll have you
    know my cooking is much better.  I've been practicing."
         "Yea I know, and don't think I ain't grateful."
         Akane stopped her advance and looked at Ranma in shock. 
    "Yo..You are?"
         "Yea, since you started practicing every morning there
    hasn't been a cat within miles of this place.  Guess it's true,
    what they say about animals being able to sense catastrophe
    coming."
         "Ranma_No_Baka!!" Ranma ducked under Akane's
    swing, and then somersaulted over her head to avoid her side
    kick.  Laughing she ran into the dining room, still carrying the
    pan of stir fry.  She had not dropped a single piece of food. 
         "Have to do better than that Akane," she taunted.  Setting
    the food on the table she swayed to the side to avoid another
    blow from Akane.  Leaping off the porch she landed in the yard
    by the Koi pond.  Pulling down an eyelid she stuck her tongue
    out at the fuming Akane who dashed into the yard after her.   
    
    
         Nabiki came down the stairs, grumping at the noise. "Lord
    don't those two ever stop."  Akane could only have gotten a few
    hours sleep last night before Ranma had come home.  Yet there
    she was chasing the laughing Ranma like she had just had 12
    hours of solid sleep.  
         Of course Nabiki had never been a morning person.  That
    was not the only reason for her bad mood of course.  She had
    taken it for granted that a bit of hot water, and the removal of
    her masculine form would solve the problems she had been
    having controlling herself. 
         Such had not been the case.  After a hot bath she had
    returned to her room and started to clean up all evidence of
    Shampoo's visit.  As she had handled the various ties and
    bindings she had started to recall how beautiful Shampoo had
    looked in them.  From there she started to remember how good
    it had felt to have Shampoo under her thumb.  Before she knew
    it she was laying on her back, plunging her fingers into her
    overheated sex.  Images of what she had done, and what she
    could have done to Shampoo flitted through her head.  It did not
    take long.  She experienced one of the best orgasms she had ever
    had.  Afterwards she could only lay panting on her bed,
    wondering what the hell had happened to her legendary cool.
         The argument that it was only the effect of the curse did
    nothing to settle her mind.  Instant Nanniichuan was temporary. 
    Besides, she was a girl now.  Why was she having these
    thoughts about Shampoo?  For a brief moment she regretted the
    impulse that had made her chase Shampoo away.  She stifled the
    errant thought.  She had done the right thing.  Shampoo would
    never consider coming back to her.  Not after the warning she
    had given her.  Soon Nabiki would be back to her old self.
         A sudden shout from Ranma drew her attention.
    
    
         "Careful Akane, you don't want to be changing into a guy
    again do you, be a shame to ruin that pretty dress." Ranma was
    standing on the opposite side of the Koi pond from Akane. 
    Whichever way she moved, Ranma moved the opposite, keeping
    that expanse of cold water between them.  Akane was very
    hesitant.  She had experienced very powerful emotions as a boy. 
    She was not sure if she wanted to be a guy again.  Plus the sight
    of Ranma's breast bobbing as she moved right and left, her hard
    nipples prominent through the thin silk shirt was having an
    effect on her.  It was not that obvious now, but if Akane turned
    back into a guy...Well Akane knew enough now to know her
    feelings would be a lot more obvious.  
         Stifling her hentai thoughts, she said. "If you weren't such
    a coward, you'd come over here and fight me fair."
         Ranma just laughed and stayed where she was.
         Nabiki spoke up from the her position on the porch.  "I
    wouldn't worry about getting wet Akane.  I changed back
    without water about an hour ago.  I only splashed you about
    twenty minutes after I was changed.  The instant Nanniichuan
    must have worn off ages ago."
         "Thanks a lot, Nabiki," Ranma said, sarcastically, keeping
    a cautious eye on Akane.  For her part Akane had a smile on her
    face.
         "No more hiding Ranma.  Here's where you get yours."
    With that she jumped across the pond towards Ranma. 
    Unfortunately,  her foot slipped as she jumped, and she came up
    short on the opposite edge of the pond.  Her arms wind milled
    desperately in an attempt to keep her balance.  Just as she
    started to fall backwards Ranma darted forward and grabbed the
    front of her dress.  For a minute they stood there, Ranma holding
     Akane just on the edge of falling into the pond. 
         "Looks like I'm in charge now," Ranma said with a leer. 
    Reaching forward she cupped her hand around one of Akane's
    breasts.  "This will teach you to take advantage of poor helpless
    girls, you pervert."
         "Pervert!!? Who are YOU calling a pervert you molester?"
    Akane yelled out at her, even as she felt her nipple stiffening
    from Ranma's touch.
         "Hey, if the shoe fits"
         "You...you..oooohhh!!" Akane grabbed Ranma's wrist
    with both hands and pulled.  Before the startled red head could
    react, they both tumbled into the water.  There was a mighty
    splash, and a second later Akane-kun sat up in the water,
    holding a sodden Onna-Ranma in his lap.  The remains of his
    dress hanging in tatters from his broad shoulders.  "I'll show
    you," he said."Molest innocent young girls will you."
         "Innocent?" Ranma exclaimed, while she fruitlessly
    attempted to break Akane's grip on her.  "Who tied who down? 
    Who was the sticker and who was the stickee here?  Hey, watch
    the hands!!"
         Akane ignored her, and cupped both of Ranma's breasts
    with his large hands.  Kneading them gently, he whispered in
    her ear.  "You're just lucky that this water is so cold Ranma, or
    you'd really be in trouble." Ranma blushed red, and felt her
    body heat despite the coldness of the water soaking her clothing. 
    Her breast in particular seemed to tingle from Akane's touch,
    but underneath the tingle was a touch of soreness.  Before she
    had a chance to think about that however,  a voice from the side
    lines stopped their activity cold, and distracted her from the
    soreness in her breasts.
         "Entertaining as this is, I think you should stop before you
    traumatize the Koi even more than they are now." Akane
    blushed as he recalled Nabiki's presence.  Then another thought
    occurred to him. 
         "Nabiki, why am I a boy?  You said it would have worn off
    by now."  Ranma stopped squirming and looked up at the large
    dark haired boy who was holding her, then over at Nabiki who
    was standing on the porch, a look of surprise on her face.
         "I don't know...Maybe there was a little more powder in
    the bag I gave you, or maybe it was a little more potent."
         "What!? How long will I be like this then?"
         "Relax, it can't be much longer.  There can't be that much
    variance in the doses." Despite her confident words, Nabiki's
    face wore a frown. 
         
    
         Two hours later Akane was still a boy.  He had refused
    offers of hot water.  "If I stay a boy then I'll know the moment
    the instant Nanniichuan wears off." He had said.  Instead he had
    gone to the laundry room, and much to Ranma's amusement
    returned wearing one of Genma's Gis.  They were the only
    article of clothing in the house that came close to fitting him. 
    Even they were extremely short in the arms and legs.  The waist
    however had lots of room.  Ranma had invited him to play Shogi
    with her, a broad grin on her face, but Akane had only looked at
    her disdainfully and sat down in front of the tv.  Now, however,
    he was starting to get a little antsy.  "This is too long. Nabiki's
    wore off three hours ago.  What's taking so long?" 
         "Akane?" They turned to look at Nabiki who was walking
    down the stairs.  "I'm afraid I may have some bad news.  I
    checked the case of Instant Nanniichuan.  I found a note in
    Chinese I missed before. I scanned it into my computer and sent
    it to a an E-mail pal who reads Chinese.
         "Well, what did it say?" Akane asked, a sense of dread
    starting to grow as he took in Nabiki's expression
         "To put it simply, occasionally, because of the uncertainty
    of magic, the powder can have an effect that lasts for an
    indeterminate length of time."
         "What!" both Akane and Ranma screamed out in shock.  
         "Nabiki, how could you be so careless!?" Akane said, his
    voice filled with horror.  "You mean I might stay half a guy for
    ever?"
         "Hey, what's wrong with being a gu..." Ranma started to
    say, but her voice trailed off at the look Akane gave him.
         Having quelled Ranma, Akane turned her look on Nabiki,
    who was not impressed.
         "I don't know why you're upset. I'm the injured party
    here."
         "WHAT!?...What are you talking about Nabiki?  How can
    you say that?"
         Nabiki shrugged her shoulders.  "Easy, I gave you a free
    sample out of the goodness of my heart.  Now, for a while
    anyway, you don't need anymore."
         "Why would I want anymore!?"
         Nabiki lifted an expressive eye brow, and looked over at
    Ranma.
         "What?" Ranma said when he saw Nabiki looking at him.
    "Why should Akane need more Instant Nanniichuan because of
    me?"  Then she blushed a deep red.  "No way, I'm a guy, one
    time only. Next time I'm the guy, and Akane's the girl." Despite
    her bluster she could not help but remember how nice it had felt
    a few hours earlier when Akane had held her in his arms, how
    good it had felt to roughhouse with him, and most of all the
    thrill she had felt when Akane had lightly squeezed her breasts. 
    A tremor of fear ran through her mind.  What was happening to
    her?
         For his part, Akane was looking guilty, remembering how
    little choice Ranma had been given about that one time.  Nabiki
    merely smiled, and then quoted Ranma. 
          "How do you girls stand it?  How can you stand walking
    around feeling like this all the time?  Like I told you Ranma, we
    don't.  Not unless something makes us that way.  Now for most
    girls it might be a guy they're really hot for...That couldn't be
    your problem of course." Nabiki drawled sarcastically. 
    "However, there is the matter of that little potion you drank. 
    Tell me Ranma, are you still leaking like a broken bucket?"
          Ranma blushed at Nabiki's bluntness, but Akane only
    looked puzzled, not getting the reference.  Ranma was about to
    retort, then a strange expression crossed her face.  "I'm not, I
    didn't notice before, but I've been normal ever since..." Ranma
    broke off and looked at Akane. 
         "There you see." Turning to Akane she continued, "so as
    you can see Akane..." She trailed off,  noticing that neither
    Akane or Ranma were paying attention to her.  They were totally
    wrapped up in each other, and oblivious to anything else.  Even
    as Nabiki watched, a matching blush arose on each of their
    faces.  She heaved a mental sigh of relief at their distraction.  It
    saved her from having to invent one.  Their were some questions
    she just was not prepared to answer yet.  Mainly because she did
    not have the answers.
         Not wanting to push her luck she got up and went upstairs
    to her room.  Arriving there her eyes turned to the computer
    monitor on her desk.  Frozen on the screen was the image of a
    ball of golden energy.  Just on the periphery of the ball could be
    made out the corner of a bed.  Nabiki had played the video of
    Akane and Ranma's lovemaking through to the end.  She had
    watched that glow form around them, brightening in intensity,
    until two frames after this one, it burnt out the camera.
         There had been no note in the case of instant Nanniichuan. 
    Nabiki had no idea why Akane was still turning into a guy.  No
    idea except the image frozen on her computer screen.  Nabiki
    had no idea what it was.  All she knew was it had not harmed
    either of the people caught in the middle of it.  After more than a
    year living with Ranma, Nabiki did not consider Akane being a
    gender changer as harmful.  Merely potentially profitable.  
         
    
         An hour later she walked down stairs again, and stared
    incredulously at the scene in front of her.  Both Ranma and
    Akane were back out in the yard.  Akane was trying to smash a
    laughing, dogging Ranma.  She slapped a hand to her forehead.
    Don't those two ever stop.  Then she noticed something different
    in their quarreling.  There was a happiness in their sparring that
    was not usually there.  What had happened between the two of
    them had broken barriers.  They might not realize it themselves,
    but the uncertainty had gone from them.  They no longer had any
    doubts about the other's love.  Nabiki smiled, and picking up
    the untouched pan of stir fry, went into the kitchen to re-heat it. 
    At least it's better than letting Akane cook something for me,
    she thought.
    
    
         Walking out a little while latter she stood watching Akane
    and Ranma.  Then she frowned as she realized something.  She
    was so used to Ranma's skill she had not really made the
    connection before.  "Ranma," she called
         Ranma ducked under a blow from Akane, and looked
    towards Nabiki.  "What."
         "I thought you said that potion damaged your Ki.  How
    come your jumping fifteen feet straight up."
         Ranma froze in shock. >Pow...Splash< Akane was unable
    to pull his punch in time, and Ranma went flying backwards into
    the Koi pond. 
         "Ranma!" Akane yelled in fear, and splashed into the
    pond.  Picking up the stunned red head she carried her over to
    the porch.  "You baka, why weren't you paying attention?"
    Ranma was only lightly stunned and was soon struggling in
    Akane's arm. 
         "Put me down Akane, I got to check this out." Akane set
    her on her feet, and Ranma bounced into the yard.  For the next
    fifteen minutes she jumped, ran and performed complicated
    Katas.  Then she bounced across the yard and onto the porch and
    threw her arms around Akane. Hugging him tightly around the
    hips, she picked Akane up and spun around, laughing all the
    while.  She managed two circles before Akane's bulk pulled
    them both over, and they fell to the floor.  Ranma ended up on
    top of Akane, and after slithering up his body, planted both
    hands on the side of his face, and kissed him.  Akane stiffened
    in surprise, but then his arms went around Ranma and hugged
    her to him.
         Nabiki waited a minute or so, and when they gave no
    indication of breaking the kiss cleared her throat nosily.  She
    had to do it twice more before the couple on the floor noticed,
    and broke their clinch.  Akane shifted Ranma's body and sat up,
    positioning Ranma in his lap.  He turned and looked at Nabiki.  
         Ranma made an aborted attempt to free herself, but
    stopped when Akane tightened his arms around her.  She settled
    back in Akane's arms with a expression of contentment, that
    shifted after a moment to contain a trace of fear, it was clear that
    she was finding her new bodies reactions a source of worry. 
    Still she made no further effort to escape from Akane's lap. 
    Turning she looked at Nabiki with a look of enquiry on her face. 
    
         "I take it that little demonstration had a point?" Nabiki
    said to her.
         "You bet," Ranma enthused, the worry over her behavior
    forgotten in an instant.  "I'm almost back to normal.  I'm just a
    little behind what I was when I first came here. Ryouga said that
    after drinking that much potion. I'd never be able to generate Ki
    again.  If he was wrong about that, then maybe he was wrong
    about the curse as well.  Maybe in a little while I'll be able to
    change to a guy again." As she was talking Ranma was shifting
    her shoulders, and pulling at the front of her shirt with both
    hands.
         Akane noticed, and also noticed that Ranma's nipples
    were trying to poke holes in her shirt.  The sight started to get
    him excited, and the feel of Ranma sitting in his lap soon
    produced a partial erection.  Ranma blushed as she felt Akane's
    erection pressing into her ass, but she did not show any other
    sign that she felt something poking her.  Something else was
    bothering her.  With a frown on her face, she slipped a hand
    inside her shirt and started to feel her breast.
         Nabiki was watching this with some bemusement. 
    "Should I leave the room, and let you two have some privacy?"
    Akane blushed, but Ranma merely looked at her blankly.  Then
    she followed Nabiki's gaze, and realized what she was talking
    about.  She blushed as red as Akane.
         "Hey, it's not like that.  My breasts hurt for some reason."
    With that she pulled her shirt open and tenderly took one of her
    nipples between her fingers.  Both Akane and Nabiki could see
    that it was red and inflamed looking.  Akane, as the jock of the
    sisters realized what was causing it.
         "Of course it hurts, the way you were bouncing around. 
    It's a wonder you're not bruised as well.  You've been rubbing
    your poor nipples raw on the inside of your shirt."
         Ranma looked puzzled, "I ain't had no trouble before."
         Nabiki laughed  "Aa, but Ranma you weren't a real girl
    then.  Looks like the curse did more than just shield your mind. 
    Come to think of it, did you use to get erect nipples before."
         "Nope never."
         "Well there you are.  If your nipples did not get hard, then
    they would not have been nearly as badly irritated as they are
    now by all the bouncing around you used to do."
         As Nabiki was talking Akane developed a guilty look. 
    While the bouncing around Ranma had been doing might have
    irritated her breasts, Akane had a feeling the way he had mauled
    them the night before might have even more to do with there
    present state.  Then an angry frown crossed his face, as another
    thought occurred to him.  It was doubtful that Ryouga had been
    any more gentle than he had been.  To think, that he had thought
    Ryouga was a nice guy.  No matter what Ranma said, potion or
    no potion, there was no excuse for what Ryouga had done, and
    Akane intended to make him very aware of that fact the next
    time he came around. Her attention was brought back to the
     conversation at hand when Nabiki asked Ranma a question.
           "Well you know
    what that means don't you?"
         Ranma looked at Nabiki, a puzzled frown on her face. 
    "No.  What?"
         Nabiki grinned at Ranma.  "Happosai is about to get his
    fondest wish." Ranma looked at Nabiki warily. She definitely
    did not like that smile.
    
    
    
         "No, no, no, never!!  I am not going to wear a bra!!  No
    way, in hell am I going to give the old freak the satisfaction." 
    Nabiki and Akane had been listening to the same spiel for three
    blocks now, and it was beginning to grate on their nerves.
         "All right, all right, you don't have to get a bra!!" Nabiki
    finally said in exasperation.  "Akane, isn't there some sort of
    athletic supporter for girls?  You know what I mean, for when
    your doing athletic stuff."
         Akane looked at her in puzzlement, "You mean a sports-"
         "Supporter, that's it, thanks.  Will you at least wear a
    sports supporter Ranma?  After all, you used to wear a cup when
    you were a guy."
         Ranma looked obstinate, but then a twinge in her breast
    reminded her of what had started this in the first place.  "All
    right, I'll wear a breast supporter, but I ain't going to wear no
    bra, so don't try and slip something over on me."
         "Moi, I would never dream of it...Aa here we are." Nabiki
    came to a halt in front of a ladies wear store.
         "I don't know Nabiki, this looks awfully expensive.  Can
    we afford this?" Akane said.
         "Don't worry about it. I know the head sales clerk here.
    I'm sure I can convince her to give me an employee  discount. 
    Plus, Aunty Satome left me her bank card. I'm sure she would
    approve a new wardrobe for Ranma, given the circumstances. 
    What?" the last was said in response to the looks the other two
    were giving her.
         "Mom, left you...!!"
         "Her bank card?" Akane finished Ranma's sentence. 
    Nabiki flushed in annoyance.
         "Unlike _some_people, Aunty knows I can be trusted to
    manage her money." They looked at her with extreme
    scepticism.  Nabiki scowled back at them, then snapped,
    "Akane, wait here, I'll get Ranma sorted out with the salesclerk
    and then you and I'll go to this menswear store I know."
         "What? I wanted to go in with Ranma." Akane exclaimed,
    he had been looking forward to watching Ranma trying on ladies
    clothing, and just not for the humourous possibility.  He had
    been imagining Ranma in something lacy and frilly for the last
    three blocks.
         "Get real Akane!" Nabiki snorted, " have you looked at
    yourself lately?" 
         "What's wrong with the way I look?" Akane asked,
    turning to look at his reflection in the store window.  He went
    brick red when he saw himself.  He had forgotten he was
    wearing Genma's old Gi.  In addition to the ratty appearance of
    his clothing his hair was suffering as a result of several soakings
    in the last few hours.  It was knotted and tangled into an
    unsightly mess.   In short he looked like the sort of person girls
    would normally cross the street to avoid.  "Nabiki, why didn't
    you tell me?" He said in a horrified voice.  I'll die if any of my
    friends from school see me like this."
         "Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem." Nabiki
    said with a sardonic grin.  "Their more likely to turn around and
    go the other way if they see you right now.  Come on Ranma, the
    sooner I get you started.  The sooner I can get Akane over to my
    other friend."
         
    
    
         "So what do you think Kiko?" Nabiki asked the pretty,
    well dressed sales girl she was talking to.  The two of them were
    standing by the cash register, looking over at Ranma who was
    standing in the middle of the store.  Ranma was standing
    unnaturally still, trying not to touch any of the frilly things that
    surrounded her on all sides. 
         "She's quite the little barbarian, isn't she.  You say she's
    never worn a bra in her life?"
         "Never, her father is a little strange, keeps saying she's a
    boy." 
         Kiko raised an delicately shaped eyebrow.   "With that
    figure? I'd say strange is the least of his problem.  Has he had
    his eyes checked lately?  She is certainly very...healthy." Kiko
    was starting to stare at Ranma with more than casual interest. 
         Got..cha, Nabiki thought.  "Sure is, and she's going to
    need the works." Nabiki put on her business face.  "So what's it
    worth to you." Then she frowned, Kiko was not listening to her,
    she was instead staring intently at Ranma.  Nabiki followed her
    gaze and grinned. Thank you Kami-sama, she said to herself. 
    Ranma had grown bored, and was gently bouncing up and down
    on her toes, looking impatiently at Nabiki.  Her gentle bouncing
    was doing interesting things to her chest.  Nabiki could
    practically see Kiko eyes bobbing up and down in rhythm with
    Ranma's breasts.  Smiling like a shark Nabiki moved in for the
    kill. 
    
    
    
         "Goku!!  Goku!!" As Nabiki left the store she stared in
    surprise at the small group of children surrounding Akane. 
    Akane's expression was a combination of pleasure and
    embarrassment.  Pleasure at the presence of the children,
    embarrassment at the attention they were drawing to him.  Even
    as Nabiki watched two mothers appeared and hustled their
    children away from this strange man.  
         Akane looked wistfully after them, he had always liked
    children.  A pensive look crossed his mind, and he wondered if
    he would ever be able to have children of his own now.
         "Earth to Akane, you in there anywhere?" Akane looked
    down to see Nabiki staring up at him.
         "Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.  How's Ranma
    doing?"
         "She's in good hands." Nabiki said with a twisted smile. 
    "Your turn now.  Ready to get boyed up?"
         Akane sighed.  "Do I have any choice?"
         "Nope."
         "Then I'm ready.  You say you know a good place?" A
    puzzled look crossed his face.  "How?  Daddy certainly does not
    shop anywhere fancy."
         "The head salesclerk is a friend of mine from high school.
    Kenichi had a reputation as a snappy dresser even back then. 
    He went to work in his father's store when he graduated.  He'll
    look after you."
    
    
    
         "Really, never had a proper set of clothes in his life you
    say?" Kenichi said.
         "That's right, his father was a real fanatic when it came to
    the art.  I doubt Akira has ever worn anything but a Gi in his
    whole life." 
         Nabiki turned and looked at Kenichi.  He was standing
    next to her, looking at where Akane was standing on the other
    side of the store.  Akane was not paying any attention to them. 
    He was busy looking at a display case of sweat shirts with
    University logos across the front.  She lowered her voice, and
    said, "frankly, I don't think he even has any underwear.  You
    know these martial artist.  They like to live life in the rough."
         "Really," Kenichi said in a breathless voice, his eyes
    roving over Akane's massive form.
         Nabiki, grinned her shark grin again.  "Now, shall we talk
    finders fees, dear boy."
    
    
    
         "I'm not sure about this Nabiki." Ranma said, running her
    finger through her hair.  "I've sort of gotten use to my hair like
    this."
         "Look Ranma, there are four things that people remember
    about you.  Your clothes are one, and we've taken care of that."
    Nabiki gestured at the yellow dress Ranma was wearing. 
    Ranma looked embarrassed at being reminded of it.  It was a lot
    different than dressing up to fool Ryouga.  This would not be
    any short term disguise.  Nabiki went on with her list.  "Your
    hair is another.  That red hair and your pigtail make you stand
    out.  We change that and you'll blend right in with all the other
    girls at school." 
         Ranma grimaced, she rather liked standing out in a crowd. 
    Then a thought occurred to her.  "What are the other two
    things?"
         "What?"
         "You said there were four things that made me stand out. 
    What's the other two things?"
         Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she patted Ranma on
    the cheek.  "You're so Kawai," she said in a saccharin voice.  "
    Let's go get your hair done shall we." Ranma followed her into
    the hairdresser, a puzzled look on her face.
    
    
    
    
         "Nabiki, are you sure about this." Akane ran his hand
    through his hair. 
         "Have to do it, I'm afraid.  That style just does not go with
    that body.  Don't worry, we'll get something that will look good
    in either form.  Something like Ukyou's only a little shorter."
    Akane reluctantly followed his sister into the Hairdressers.
     
    
    
         "Where is that Baka?  She should have been here twenty
    minutes ago." Akane was fuming. He and Nabiki had been
    sitting in the ice cream parlor for fifteen minutes waiting for
    Ranma.  This was the agreed upon meeting place, and with the
    lure of food there was no way Ranma should have been late.   
         Nabiki just smiled around her straw, and concentrated on
    her soda.
         A waiter carried a parfait to the table next to theirs.
         "Here you go, on the house. I hate to see a such a cute girl
    sitting here all alone, and looking so hungry." Akane snorted at
    the blatant pick up line.  Then she stiffened in shock as the girl
    answered.
         "Gee thanks mister, your so sweet." She said in a voice
    that _had_ to be a put on.
         Akane slowly turned in her chair and stared at the black
    haired girl in the yellow dress.  The girl winked at her and then
    ate the parfait in a blur of motion.  Putting the glass down she
    said. "Shall we head for home." Her voice was practically
    bubbling with suppressed laughter. Akane could only stare at
    her retreating back in shock, as she walked out of the
    restaurant..
    
    
    
         Nabiki walked down the street, counting a small sheaf of
    yen notes.  It had been a good day.  Nabiki would never dream
    of skimming from either Nodoka or her family's account, but if
    her friends wanted to give her a little reward for steering
    business their way, where was the harm.It was not as if they had
    not done a first rate job with Akane and Ranma.
         Akane was now dressed in a large white pullover with
    Nekoma Tech Auto Club emblazoned across the front of it.  It
    was  tucked into a pair of brown pants that flattered his build. 
    Unlike Ranma, Akane did not have the option of wearing
    oversized clothing.  Anything that fit his male form would be
    like a tent in her female form.  As a result he had made no effort
    to get something that would look good on her female form. His
    hair had been cut and styled and was now drawn back into a
    short pony tail.  It gave him a rakish appearance that many of the
    ladies they were passing felt was quite striking.  That is, if the
    way they turned to watch him walking away was any indication. 
    Of course they did not seem to be looking at his hair, but who
    could really tell.
          Ranma was dressed in a plain yellow frock.  Her breasts
    were minimized and contained by a firm sports bra.  Without her
    breast bouncing freely she was not drawing anywhere near the
    attention she usually did walking down the street.  
         She still attracted a fair amount however.  It was just that
    fewer of the boys looking at her were actively drooling.  That
    was not the biggest change however.  The biggest change was
    her hair.  It was no longer in a pig tail.  Instead it was combed
    out and pulled back in a pony tail that hung half way down her
    back, and it was dyed black.  The difference the altered hair
    color made in her appearance was extreme.  Even Nabiki had
    only recognized her in the ice cream parlor because she had seen
    Ranma in the yellow dress before she had left her at the
    hairdresser.
         Right now, however, the two gender shifters were not
    concerned about their altered appearance.  Instead they were
    grumbling about the trouble involved in buying clothing in their
    new forms.
         "It was ridiculous," Ranma was saying.  "The salesgirl
    must have spent a half hour measuring and feeling my breasts
    before she was able to bring me the right size.  How do you girls
    put up with some strange woman fondling you like that." Her
    annoyance was increased by the fact that she had found herself
    becoming quite aroused by the handling.  She had found her
    reaction quite worrying.  She had better control as a boy then
    she now had, She had never used to have trouble controlling her
    body.  Even Shampoo's glomping had not effected her that
    strongly.  She wondered if it was the damage to her Ki that was
    responsible.  That raised a whole other worry.  If her Ki was still
    damaged, what about her curse?  Just how long was she going to
    be stuck like this?
    
         Akane was not really paying attention to Ranma's beef. 
    Instead he was just waiting for her to stop talking so he could air
    his own complaint.  "It was the most embarrassing moment of
    my life. I thought I'd die when the salesman said he had to see
    how big I got so he could size the pants properly."
         Suddenly what the other had said registered on both of
    them.  They turned and looked at each other.  "What," they both
    exclaimed.  A second later a shout of, "NABIKI!!" rang out
    through the street.
    
         Nabiki just chuckled and went back to counting the yen
    Kiko and Kenichi had given her for the privilege of serving her
     naive country cousins.  
         Still laughing to herself Nabiki turned off the street and
    walked through the gate into the front yard of the house.  She
    skidded to a stop and was almost run down by Ranma and
    Akane who were right behind her.
         "Hey careful!  I almost dropped my new dress..." Ranma
    trailed off as she noticed who was standing in the yard.
         "Hello Nabiki, are these friends of yours?" Nodoka said,
    smiling at Onna-Ranma and Akane-kun.
         Nabiki was momentarily speechless, and before she could
    say anything Ranma stepped up.
         "It's me mom, Ranma." She was pale, but her face had a
    determined cast to it.  She looked her mother straight in the eye,
    and waited for her reaction. 
         "Ranma?" Nodoka said, she looked at Ranma in disbelief. 
    Her eyes glanced towards Akane-kun, who had moved up behind
    Ranma, and was hovering protectively behind the small girl, a
    look of fear on his face. Paling she said, "I see.  Is there
    something you wish to tell me?" 
         Before Ranma could answer Genma roared out in rage. 
    "BOY!!  What do you think you're doing!?  I can't believe my
    own flesh and blood could be so cruel.  How can you parade
    your perversity in front of your poor mother like this?" Genma
    fell to his knees and lifted his hands to the heavens in
    supplication.  "O woe is me.  After all my years of diligent
    instruction.  All my years of suffering and self denial to make a
    man among men of you, and this is how you repay me. All that
    time wasted.  O was there ever a man more harshly done by than
    me." All the while he was ranting, Genma was looking at
    Nodoka out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge her reaction. 
    He could discern nothing from her expression however.  Her
    face looked like it was carved from marble. 
         Ranma had heard enough, She had wanted to remain calm,
    to explain things to her mother, but old habits die hard.  "Self
    Denial?" She said incredulously. "Diligent!?  Old man the only
    thing you were diligent at was in_ not_ denying yourself." She
    started towards her wailing father, murder in her eyes.
         "Ranma," Nodoka said in a strained voice.  Ranma
    stopped as if her mother's word had been a slap.  Or one of
    Akane's mallets.  She turned and faced her mother, and flinched
    back at the pain in her face. 
    
         Nabiki had been enjoying the misunderstanding, but
    decided it was time to speak up.  Before she could voice an
    explanation however, something intervened.
         "Nabiki!!  How could you help Ranma betray your sister
    this way?" Soun sobbed as he draped himself over her shoulder
    and proceeded to soak her new sweater with his tears.  By the
    time Nabiki could free herself from her fathers grasp Nodoka
    and Ranma had entered the house, closely followed by Akane-
    kun.  Nabiki sighed, looks like she was too late.  Then she
    smiled, thinking,  looks like the fun will last a little while
    longer.  She was not really worried, the truth would come out
    soon.
    
    
    
         Nodoka had listened as Ranma had given her a G rated
    version of the last twenty four hours.  Ranma had to repeat
    herself several times.  Nodoka's attention kept drifting.  She
    could not seem to take her eyes off of Akane.  All through
    Ranma's explanation she kept glancing at Akane, a sick
    fascination in her eyes.  When Ranma at last finished she sat
    there, looking down at her hands that were clenched together on
    the table top.
         "So you're trapped  in your female form, and you now
    have female feelings that you did not seem to have before." She
    lifted pain filled eyes, and looked at Ranma.  "Is that why your
    friend is here?" 
         "My friend?" Ranma said in puzzlement.  Then she
    followed her mothers gaze, and saw she was looking at Akane. 
    Suddenly Ranma realized that everyone had been so concerned
    with Nodoka's reaction to her, that they had not even thought of
    mentioning Akane's condition.  Lord knows what everyone was
    thinking.  She felt relief that her mothers strained looks were not
    entirely due to her being dressed as a girl. Suddenly she grinned
    as a thought came to her.  After enduring a year of being
    dunking in ice cold water, and having scalding water dumped
    over her head to order to .demonstrate the unexplainable, it was
    her turn.  
         "O_My_Friend." Ranma said.  Reaching out with one
    hand he took Akane's hand in hers. "He's not my friend. He's
    my fiance."  She stood up and leaned forward to kiss a startled
    Akane.  As she did so she picked up the tea kettle, and as she
    leaned forward she dumped the water over Akane head.  Then
    she pecked her on the cheek and sat back down, grinning at the
    reaction she had caused.  Genma who had turned red at Ranma's
    words was stunned into silence.  Nodoka was shocked, but then
    her face lit up with relief and happiness.  Soun fainted.
    
         Akane was flushed red with embarrassment, and she was
    more than a little annoyed at the method Ranma had used.  She
    stood up to express that annoyance in her usual manner, and her
    pants and new boxer shorts slithered to the floor to lay in a heap
    around her ankles.  Only the fact that her pullover now hung
    past her knees kept her from dying of terminal mortification. 
    The glance she directed at Ranma promised extreme
    consequences at a later date.
         The happiness on Nodoka's face shifted to concern. 
    "Akane-chan, how did this happen to you?  Are you all right?"
         Akane was to flustered to answer, and Nabiki elected to
    supply the explanation.  "Aunty, it was this way.  When we
    found out about Ranma's condition we tried to use some Instant
    Nanniichuan to restore her to her male form."
         "Instant Nanniichuan?" Nodoka asked in a puzzled voice. 
    "If you had something like that, why did you not use it on my
    son a long time ago?"
         "We did, but it is only a temporary cure.  I had some left
    over from that attempt.  We figured that even a temporary cure
    was better than nothing, but for some reason Ranma's body
    repelled the water and it splashed Akane.  I think it must have
     been the potion, but I don't really know."
         "I see." Nodoka said, then her face lit up.  "So Akane-chan
    is only temporarily cursed then."
         Nabiki looked sheepish. "Not exactly, the powder should
    have stopped affecting her a long time ago.  Afterwards I found a
    letter of instruction that said the effects could vary.  So we have
    no idea when it will wear off."
         "My poor baby," Soun sobbed.  Recovered from his faint
    he gathered Akane up in a hug.  In the process he lifted her
    completely out of her pants and boxers.  "Now how will are
    families ever be joined? Ranma is a girl!  And my poor baby is
    cursed to turn...into...a...man?"  Soun wailing ground to a halt,
    and he let Akane go, a look of bemusement on his face.  Almost
    in a trance he picked up a glass of water and dumped it over
    Akane.  Who immediately grew into his full masculine stature. 
    Nodoka flushed and adverted her eyes, while Akane desperately
    tried to yank his pullover low enough to cover himself.
         "Dad!!" He said in an angry voice.  Soun ignored him. 
    Instead his gaze moved from Onna-Ranma to Akane and back
    again.  Suddenly he laughed.
         "Well then there's no problem.  Ranma is a girl and
    Akane is a boy.  Our families can still be joined.  O happy day."
    Everyone face faulted. 
         Genma was on his feet almost instantly, leaping across the
    table he placed Soun in a head lock.  Knuckling the trapped
    mans head with his free hand he hissed in his ear.  "Are you
    _trying_ to get me killed." Aloud he shouted.  "No!! Never!! My
    son is a man among men!!  He would never agree to such a
    thing!  We are just going to have to wait until they are restored
    to their normal condition!!" As he spoke he kept and eye on
    Nodoka, once again trying to judge her reaction. 
         Nodoka ignored the two older men and instead said. 
    "Ranma, could I talk to you in my room please."
         
    
    
         Ranma looked nervously at her mother as she closed the
    door behind her.  She had been dreading this.  Why had she ever
    let Nabiki talk her into posing as a real girl.
         Nodoka spoke. "Ranma, when I learned two months ago
    that you had been Ranko all that time I was terribly hurt.  Over
    time, however, I came to realize that thanks to your father you
    had every reason to fear my discovery of your secret.  I don't
    want you to ever fear me again." Waving her hand at Ranma's
    body she continued.  "This does not matter.  I wanted you to be a
    manly man...but if the fates decree you must be a woman, I don't
    want you to think I will love you any less.  I will be as proud to
    call you daughter as I was to call you son."
         Ranma heaved a sigh of relief.  Her stomach had been
    knotted ever since she had seen Nodoka standing in the yard. 
    "Thanks mom, that means a lot," She said.  Nodoka held out her
    arms and Ranma stepped into her embrace.  For a minute they
    stood there hugging each other, tears streaming down their
    faces.  After a minute Nodoka broke the hug. 
         Wiping tears from her eyes she said.  "Now, on to other
    matters." Her expression suddenly grew fierce, and Ranma felt a
    shiver of apprehension.  "Your father did not do a good job of
    teaching you manners, but you were his son, and it was not my
    place to interfere.  Now, however, as long as you are trapped
    like this you are my daughter, and I expect you to bring honor to
    the Saotome name."
         "Aa about that" Ranma said.
    
    
    
         "Nabiki!?" Nabiki looked up to see Nodoka walking
    towards her.  A frown on her face.  "What is this Ranma tells
    me about her being Ranko Tendo?" Why can she not be Ranko
    Saotome?"
         Nabiki had been expecting this.  "It is very simple.  The
    plan is for Ranma and Akane to pose as brother and sister,
    cousins of ours from the mountains.  They are staying with us
    while Akane and Ranma stay with their family.  No one will
    think it strange that Akane and Ranma  wanted to escape the
    chaos of Nerima.  But even if Ranma looks different, if she
    shows up with the same family name the other students will give
    her more attention then her disguise can handle.  The other thing
    is that if Akane Tendo and Ranma Satome disappear and Akira
    Tendo and Ranko Satome appear, more than one person will
    become suspicious." 
         Nodoka nodded her head. "I see, very well just so long as
    it is temporary." She turned and smiled at Ranma, who had
    followed her into the room.  "Come dear, there are some things
    a mother needs to tell her daughter." Ranma followed her out of
    the room a look of dread on her face.
    
         Nabiki smiled in satisfaction.  Her income from Akane
    and Ranma photos had dropped considerably.  Everyone had
    accepted that the two of them were a couple, and the only person
    buying pictures anymore was Kuno.  
         Even the sale of Hentai pictures of Onna-Ranma had
    dropped off considerably since that incident in the change room. 
    Nabiki shook her head at the stupidity of some people.  Imagine,
    thinking that changing Ranma into a female would make her
    easy prey.  Well, the five students that had tried it had been
    quickly shown the error of their ways.  They had been absent for
    three weeks before they had healed enough to return to school. 
    Which was far too easy a penalty in Nabiki's mind.  That
    incident had dropped sales of Hentai Onna-Ranma pictures into
    the toilet, and for that they deserved far more than what Ranma
    had done to them.
         Now however she was about to throw two very attractive
    minnows into the shark pool that was Furinkan High's dating
    pond.  As brother and sister the two of them would be fair game. 
    She could see sales going through the roof already.  By
    tomorrow she should have the prints of Ranko and Akira's
    shopping trip back.  She fully expected to sell out the day after. 
    Now all she had to do was hack into the school data base and
    enter the pertinent information.  
    
    
    
         Nabiki made one final key stroke and pushed herself away
    from the computer.  It had taken three days, but all the work was
    done.  Tomorrow Akira and Ranko would make their appearance
    at Furinkan.  She had already pre-sold fifty information packets
    on the new arrivals, and was expecting there actual arrival to
    prove very profitable.  As she leaned back in her chair, smiling
    at a job well done, her look fell on her bed.  A frown crossed her
    face and for just a minute a shadowy shape seemed to lay on the
    bed.  Then Nabiki shook her head, banishing ghosts of what was
    and what might have been.  It had been three days.  If Shampoo
    had been foolish enough to take her up on her offer she would
    have been here long since.  Face it Nabiki, she said to herself.
    She is probably half way to China by now.  With out a male
    Ranma to hold her here she had nothing to stay for. 
         Despite her arguments Nabiki's happiness of a few
    minutes ago did not return.  Glumly she changed into a her
    nightgown and crawled into bed.  For a long time she lay on her
    lonely bed, thinking about what might have been.  Her hand
    slipped below the hem of her panties, but then she drew it back
    out and crossed her hands over her chest.  She would not give
    into the weakness of her body again.  Only pain lay in that
    direction.  Better by far to put all that aside and get back to what
    was safe. She closed her eyes and eventually fell into a restless
    sleep.
    
    
    
    
         Shampoo sat staring at the two objects sitting on the table
    in front of her.  One was a tiny vile of golden liquid, one of four
    that Ryouga had filled after she had left the restaurant three
    nights ago.  The other was a bucket of cold water.
         Each day her life had fallen into a pattern.  Get up, smash
    Mousse for sneaking  into her bedroom, eat breakfast.  Then go
    and spy on Nabiki from a safe distance.  Come home, smash
    Mousse, eat dinner, try water, go to bed, smash Mousse for
    trying to sneak into her bed.  The same pattern for the last two
    days.  Nabiki had been right, the potion did affect people. 
    Mousse had never been so bold, or so lustful.  She looked down
    at the comatose body in the middle of the floor, and sneered. 
    Nabiki was a better man then he was.  She went back to staring
    at the bottle of  potion and the bucket of  water.
    
    
    
         Urgant looked down from where he was floating above
    Mousse's unconscious body.  Pathetic, he thought.  He knew
    from Nendex's memory that the female was a latent submissive. 
    Even with that advantage this poor excuse for a man could not
    capture her.  
         Urgant's expression altered slightly, to one of speculation. 
    To be fair to the Amazon, he was suffering from years of
    indoctrination by a matriarchal society, but would it continue to
    hold.  Even in the short time Urgant had been observing him, his
    conditioning had started to fray.  The Amazon would never have
    dared been so forward towards a female two days before.  This
    offered possibilities. 
         Urgant would not be able to shunt Mousse's personality
    aside for several weeks yet.  If he tried too soon he risked
    failure, or worse, having to share the body and mind with this
    human.  He would have to be patient, unlike those fools back in
    the temple.  At the thought of his former cell mates, Urgant's
    non-existent teeth ground together.  Those fools, if only they had
    been patient.  They might all have been free.  Now he was alone
    and it would be weeks before he could once again steer his own
    destiny.  His attention turned back to Mousse.  Now, if this one
    were to overcome his background, then Urgant might at least
    look forward to some entertainment while he was waiting.  If
    only he dared to try a little control, but he did not.  This was his
    last chance at freedom.  He could not risk jeopardizing it. 
    Opening a channel to the Amazon would leave him exposed and
    vulnerable.  No, the best thing he could do, was to be patient
    and hope the Duffus would provide some entertainment on his
    own. 
         At that moment Mousse woke from his nap, and
    immediately  glomped Shampoo, who promptly smashed him
    into the floor.  Without even looking at him.
         Urgant sighed.  On the other hand, it could be a very
    boring few weeks.
    
    
    
         Shampoo sighed, life had been so simple before.  She had
    chased Ranma, confident that he would eventually realize how
    perfect she was for him.  Now everything was changed. Ranma
    was lost to her, and with that lose her life as an Amazon was
    ended.  The only possible redemption was out of the question. 
    She had been through to much with Ranma, killing her was not
    something she was prepared to consider.  So, she was now a non
    person, a girl without a tribe.  If she were to return to the village
    she would be little better than a slave.  All those who had
    resented her would take great pleasure in humiliating and
    degrading her.  
         No!!  She could not go back.  She had shamed her family
    name as it was.  To go back and drag that name through the mud
    even more was unthinkable.  Besides if she was to be slave,
    could she not at least pick the one who would be her master. 
    Once again her mind looked back to that night, and the pleasure
    she had felt.  She did not know why, but the mere thought of
    Nabiki sent a warm feeling of comfort and pleasure through her
    body.  Besides the memory of that pleasure, another image filled
    her mind.  Nabiki screaming defiance at whatever had been
    controlling them, and then firing off that Ki blast.  That had
    been impressive.  Nabiki might not be a fighter, but she had
    proven herself a warrior at that point to Shampoo.  
         Mind made up she reached for the bucket of water.  Then
    as she had done each night for the last three nights she lifted it
    over her head and prepared to dump it.  The last two nights
    nothing had happened, the potion was still active, still
    preventing the change.  Would this night be any different.  For a
    minute she looked at the small golden bottle hesitating.  Then
    her expression firmed and she dumped the water over her head.
         
    
    
         For what seemed like hours Regant had searched for
    Ryouga, to no avail.  He had widened  his search to the limit of
    his resources and found nothing.  He had managed to  find
    another three faint Shikima signatures.  One some distant away,
    and most puzzling, two quite near the original pair.  It was
    curious he had not noticed them earlier, but like the other ones
    near Ranma they were natural and of no use to him.  Finally
    running low on energy  Regant gave up looking for Ryouga, he
    turned back towards Shampoo's energy source.  Better female
    than dead he supposed.
         It wasn't there!!  He looked frantically.  It had to be there. 
    Even if she had died the energy would still be there after such a
    short time...Time, No!!  He could not have been so foolish!! 
    Regant synchronized with one of the other energy sources.  One
    of the ones near Ranma.  One of the natural sources.  He could
    not channel his spirit into them, but he could check his temporal
    status. 
         NO!!! He had!!  The energy he tapped was racing through
    time in relation to him.  Like a drowning man who did not know
    up from down, he had become disassociated from the time
    stream.  What he had thought had been hours, had been three
    days in the mortal plane.  He was trapped, he had no body to
    leap into, and his energy was dropping. 
         Regant looked over his options.  He had no choice, the
    only hope he had for survival was to continue on as he had been,
    and hope someone he could link to would become available
    before his reserves of energy ran out.  He slowed all unnecessary
    functions and settled down to do the only thing he could, wait.
          
    
    
    
    
         Nabiki tossed in her sleep, her mind lost in a dark dream. 
    Images flashed through her mind, Ranma and Akane, then they
    became Akira and Ranko.  Their image shifted, and now it was
    of the two of them making love.  Hard flesh slid into soft wet
    flesh, the two of them writhing on a bed, faces twisted in
    ecstasy. The figures shifted again, became two other people. 
    Nabiki groaned in her sleep, and a close listener might discern
    that it was a groan of repressed lust rather then one of distress.
         
    
         "Crawl, you bitch.  Crawl to your mistress!"  Shampoo,
    her hands tied behind her back and her legs bound together, 
    wormed her way across the floor to where Nabiki sat, slowly
    rocking back and forth in her office chair. Every now and then
    Shampoo winced as her long flowing hair was caught between
    the floor and her body.  When that happened, she would be
    forced to laboriously roll from side to side, flipping her head to
    remove her hair from its entanglement.
         Nabiki sat and watched her efforts with a sardonic smile
    on her face.  She was dressed  appropriately for her role, in that
    she was wearing a black leather corset that looked like it had
    been painted onto her body.  It framed and lifted her breasts, but
    did nothing to hide their creamy, strawberry tipped fullness. 
    Black boots hugged her lower legs like a second skin. Those
    boots and the studded collar around her neck were the only thing
    other than the corset she was wearing. She lounged back in the
    chair, one leg crossed over the other. 
         Slowly she stroked a leather ridding crop up and down her
    crossed leg, and watched with cold eyes as the naked Amazon
    made her way across the floor toward her. 
         Finally Shampoo made it to Nabiki.  Uncrossing her legs,
    Nabiki placed the toe  of her boot under Shampoo's chin, and
    lifted, forcing the bound girl to raise her head until Nabiki could
    look into her eyes.  Nabiki scowled at the bound girl.  "You
    certainly took your time!  Didn't you slut!?" She snapped out,
    then in softer, but no less threatening tones, she continued. 
    "One would think you were not eager to serve your mistress. 
    Did you perhaps have other things to do?  Were you prowling
    some alley?  Perhaps you were looking for some battle scarred
    Tom cats you could lift your tale for, was that it, Hmm?"
         Suddenly the figure on the floor was no longer a human
    girl.  Instead a half cat, half human morph knelt at Nabiki's feet,
    bindings no longer restricting her limbs.  Her fur a rich cream
    color with pink highlights. Her tale twitched back and forth as
    she gazed up at her mistress.  Eyes' full of love, and limpid with
    passion.  
         Nabiki spread her legs, and reached down with her hands. 
    She slowly ran a finger up and down her exposed, sex.  Then
    she took her finger and wiped the glistening digit across the cat
    girls pursed lips.  Shampoo-neko's tongue curled out of her
    mouth, stretching to an impossible length, and licked the finger
    clean.  Nabiki brought her hand back to her hot, wet, pussy, and
    placed a finger on either side of her damp sex. Spreading her
    lower lips, she revealing the glistening pink, flesh  inside.  Her
    voice hoarse with suppressed passion, Nabiki said  "Is this what
    you want pretty kitty?  Does little kitty want some cream?"
         The cat woman did not answer with her voice.  Instead
    lifting her hands she lay them gently on Nabiki's upper thighs,
    and pressed outwards, spreading the black clad legs even farther
    apart then they already were.  When they were spread as wide as
    need be, she lowered her head and began to lick.  Nabiki threw
    back her head and groaned at the sensation of that long supple
    cat tongue delicately licking the honey from her slit.
    
    
         AAHHHhhh, Nabiki groaned as pleasure washed over her
    body.  Her hands tangled in the sheets and she bucked her hips
    violently.  After a few more spasms her body relaxed and she lay
    there panting.  Boy, that was a hell of a dream, Nabiki thought
    to herself.  Then something brushed her leg, and her mind froze. 
    Looking down between her legs she spotted a small furred body. 
    
         It is possible that Nabiki's sister, Kasumi might not react
    violently to this situation.  Nabiki however reacted in a fashion
    more in keeping with the rest of the world.
         AAAAAHHHHHH!!! She screamed and thrashed her legs
    furiously.  The small furry animal between her legs was tossed
    from its position, and flew across the room.  There was a
    startled "MEW," and then a thump as it impacted with the wall.
         "Mew," Nabiki said to herself, her fright rapidly fading. 
    Reaching over she clicked on the light that sat on her bedside
    table.  Sitting on the floor, looking at her reproachfully was a
    cream-colored cat with pink highlights.  
         Nabiki's heart leapt when she saw the feline, but then her
    brain got in the act, and stifled that surge of emotion.
    "Shampoo!?" she said incredulously, "What the hell are you
    doing here?" Then memory flooded back and she remembered.
    "Don't come back until I can hold you in my lap and scratch
    your ears." No!  It wasn't possible.  It had been the potion that
    had made Shampoo act that way.  She could not have actually
    come back for that reason now that it had worn off. Could she? 
    No!! Not after what Nabiki had said to her. 
         A breeze from the open window wafted through the room,
    and swirled around Nabiki's body.  As it brushed over her sweat
    soaked body she shivered as the moving air chilled her.  Then 
    she became aware of a deeper, more intimate chill.  Reaching
    down she felt dampness, and the ragged edge of her torn panties. 
    Shampoo's claws and teeth had shredded them nicely. 
         The dream! ...Was obviously not all a dream.  She stared
    in shock at the cat sitting on the floor of her room.  Her eyes
    narrowed as she took in the smug look on the feline face.  
         "You know where the furo is Shampoo, I suggest you go
    and use it!" she said in a flat voice.  "I can see we have some
    things to discuss." The cat nodded at her, and then lightly leapt
    to the window ledge and disappeared into the darkness. 
    
    
         Five minutes later the door to Nabiki's room slid open and 
    Shampoo slipped silently into the room, her naked body
    glistening with moisture.  In one hand she held a bucket of
    water.
         "Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we not." A
    sardonic voice said.
         Shampoo turned from where she had been facing the bed,
    the start of a puzzled look on her face.  As she heard the voice,
    the expression on her face shifted to one of happiness.  She
    looked across the room to where a naked Nabiki was sitting on 
    her office chair, a small towel under her shapely rear.  Nabiki
    sat looking at Shampoo with a twisted smile on her face, she
    was idly twirling a tattered piece of fabric around the index
    finger of her left hand, 
         Shampoo gushed enthusiastically as soon as she saw
    Nabiki.  "Shampoo bring water for Instant Nanniichuan.  Nabiki
    and Shampoo make love now?  Yes!"
         "Love?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.  She
    got up from her chair and walked toward Shampoo, still twirling
    the small piece of fabric.  "I believe I told you not to get
    romantic ideas about me!  I believe the words I used were, if you
    come back, I'll own you . . . and I'll use you." Nabiki was now
    right in front of Shampoo, who was staring at her like a mouse
    cornered by a snake.  Nabiki lifted a hand, and extending a
    finger touched Shampoo's belly.  She slowly ran a long finger
    nail up Shampoo's body.  Moving it between her breasts and up
    her neck, it left a streak of white behind, that quickly
    disappeared as Shampoo's upper torso flushed red.  Reaching
    her chin, Nabiki pressed a little harder and forced the Amazon
    to lift her head. 
          A sudden breeze from the window ruffled Nabiki's hair. 
    As the breeze passed her and reached Shampoo, the amazon
    shivered as it dried the water on her skin.  However, at the same
    time she felt a sudden heat fill her and swayed slightly toward
    Nabiki. 
         Removing her finger from beneath Shampoo's chin,
    Nabiki turned away from her.  "I also mentioned some other
    things as well.  I believe . . . I instructed you not to touch me
    unless I gave permission." Nabiki recited in a matter of fact way. 
         Shampoo was not really listening to Nabiki's words,
    instead she found her eyes were following ever motion Nabiki
    made.  She stared at the  rhythmic swaying of Nabiki's hips as
    she walked away from her, at the play of muscles in her sleek
    back.  All the while Nabiki kept talking, slowly, precisely,
    calmly.  Nabiki's steady even voice was soothing, and Shampoo
    found herself becoming mesmerized as it washed over her, the
    meaning of the words not really mattering.  Like a cat being
    calmed by a steady relaxed voice, she just stood there and let
    Nabiki's voice caress her.  It was the tone and cadence, rather
    than the content she was listening to.  So when Nabiki's pacing
    brought her back in front of Shampoo, she was totally
    unprepared for the hand that lashed out and slapped her face.
    
         Like a striking snake, Shampoo's hand snatched out and
    caught Nabiki's wrist.  The knuckles on her fingers turning
    white from the pressure of her grip.  The flesh of Nabiki's arm
    was crushed by the force Shampoo exerted, but Nabiki made not
    a whisper of sound.  She stared Shampoo straight in the face,
    her eyes never wavering.  Nor did they flinch when Shampoo's
    other hand raised and positioned for a strike that could crush her
    skull.  Instead, she said.
          "Why are you here Shampoo?"
         For a minute Shampoo stared into those deep brown eyes,
    her body trembling with the need to strike.  Then under that
    knowing gaze her own eyes dropped and she released Nabiki's
    arm.  Nabiki cradled her wrist in her other hand and massaged
    the vivid white splotch where Shampoo's grip had squeezed the
    blood out of the flesh.
         "Shampoo not no why she come."
         "Really?" Nabiki said.  Releasing her sore arm, she once
    again placed her hand on Shampoo's belly.  But this time she
    did not stroke up.  Instead she stroked down, until she cupped
    Shampoo's mound in her hand.  Then moving the hand back and
    forth she let her forefinger slip into Shampoo's wet sex. 
         With a gasp, Shampoo arched her back and thrust her
    pelvis at Nabiki's probing finger, but it was gone.  Nabiki pulled
    her hand away and left Shampoo thrusting at empty air.  Instead
    Nabiki ran her hand back up Shampoo's belly, her long
    fingernails leaving vivid white traces to mark their passage. 
         "Why are you here Shampoo?" Nabiki repeated.
         "Shampoo here . . . " Sweat beaded on the Amazon skin,
    replacing the moisture that had been evaporated from her skin. 
    Once again a breeze ruffled Nabiki's hair before brushing past
    Shampoo's body.  The Amazon shivered, and a million thoughts
    ran through her mind.  She had no idea  how to put what she
    felt, what she needed, into words.  Even her native Chinese did
    not have the words for what she wanted . . . what she needed. 
    At last she said.  "Shampoo here . . . because . . . Nabiki make
    Shampoo feel good." It was a poor way to express the churning
    need she felt, but it was the best she could do.
         "There, was that so hard?" Nabiki said, her calm voice
    belying the racing of her heart.  Turning her back on Shampoo
    she swallowed, and took a moment to calm herself.  Once she
    had her emotions in check she turned back to face the Amazon
    who was now staring at the floor.  "Look at me!!!" She snapped
    out.  Shampoo started and raised her eyes to look at Nabiki. 
    "That's better, I don't like it when people won't look me in the
    eye . . . Makes me think they have something to hide."
         Nabiki held up the small bit of cloth she had been twirling
    on her finger earlier.  "Do you know what this is?"
         Shampoo looked puzzled, and shook her head no.
         "This, my dear Shampoo, 'was' the bottom of a forty two
    hundred yen set of matching lingerie." Nabiki stretched the
    fabric between both her hands and revealed them to be the
    remains of the panties she had been wearing earlier.  "It is now
    scrap."  Nabiki strolled around Shampoo looking her lithe body
    up and down.  "My, you don't seem to have any cash on you."
    She reached out and stroked a hand over Shampoo's ass.  "I
    wonder how you can pay for it." She slid a finger over one of
    Shampoo's cheeks until it reached the deep cleft between them. 
    Then she moved in closer until she was pressed tightly against
    Shampoo, nothing between their bodies but Shampoo's silky
    hair. She ran her finger up and down the cleft in Shampoo's ass,
    and whispered in her ear.  "Do you have any suggestions?"
         Shampoo swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.  The feeling
    of Nabiki's breasts pressing into her back were stirring feelings
    she had never expected to feel at the touch of another female. 
     "Shampoo bring water, Nabiki use Instan . . . "  
         >SLAP< Shampoo jolted slightly as Nabiki's caressing
    hand drew back and swatted her muscular backside.  It was a
    light blow, hardly more than a tap, but it resonated through
    Shampoo's body, causing her to quiver, as tremblers of pleasure
    shivered through her body.
          "You will not mention that again!!" Nabiki hissed in her
    ear.  "That is for good little kittens!  You have been a very bad
    kitty!  You touched without permission, and you damaged my
    personal property!  O yes, you have been a very bad kitty
    indeed!"  
         Nabiki stepped back from Shampoo, and again walking
    around her, when she was in front of her she looked Shampoo in
    the eye, and said,  "And what do you think I should do to you?"
    
    
         Shampoo was sweating.  This was not going the way she
    had planned.  She had been so pleased when she had managed
    to bring Nabiki to a climax earlier.  She had been sure that
    Nabiki would make her feel wonderful in return.  She had not
    expected this cold and sarcastic person.  She looked at the girl in
    front of her.  Nabiki had little in the way of muscle under that
    baby fat.  Shampoo 'knew' Nabiki had little skill in fighting. 
    Shampoo could crush her with a single blow, but the thought
    filled her with a cold emptiness.  Yes she could destroy Nabiki,
    but it would cost her.
         Suddenly Nabiki hand grasped her chin and twisted
    Shampoo's head so she was looking Shampoo straight in the
    eye.  "I asked you a question!!" Nabiki said in an ice cold voice,
    a voice that sent a wave of heat rushing through Shampoo's
    body.  Shampoo slumped, as if that heat had melted some of the
    iron in her, and mumbled something.
         "What was that?  Did you say something? I don't think I
    caught that!" Nabiki said.
         "Punish Shampoo," Shampoo said in a tremulous voice.
         "Punish?  What a novel idea, but however could I do
    that?" Nabiki brought her hand to her chin in a mocking pose of
    deep thought.  As she did so, she seemed to become aware of the
    tattered panties in her hand.  "O dear, I really must dispose of
    these." Nabiki looked around for somewhere to toss the torn
    undergarment.  As she looked, she balled them up in her hand
    and raised her arm, in preparation of throwing them into the first
    trash can she saw.  She made a complete turn, and was left with
    the panties still in her hand.  She looked at Shampoo, a bemused
    smile on her face, a direct copy of Kasumi's as a matter of fact. 
    "O dear, I don't seem to have anywhere to put them." She
    looked at Shampoo, a speculative look on her face.  Then her
    smile widened, Kasumi finding an extra mouth at the dinner
    table, Nabiki said.  "Open your mouth would you kitty."
         Shampoo was hesitant but those brown eyes bore into
    hers, and she complied, but just barely.  She opened her mouth
     slightly, just parting her lips.
         Nabiki frowned, "Open your mouth!!" She ordered, all
    mockery gone from her voice.  Shampoo opened wide, and
    Nabiki reached over and popped the torn and soiled panties into
    her open mouth.  Then putting a hand on the bottom of
    Shampoo's chin, she lifted.  "You can close your mouth now
    kitten."  When Shampoo did so, there were still little strands of
    fabric sticking out from between her lips.  Nabiki raised a hand,
    and with her forefinger pushed the shards in, one at a time, until
    there was no sign of the panties remaining. 
         Nabiki smiled at her.  "Very good, you just hold that until
    I find somewhere else to put it."
    Turning her back on Shampoo she went over to a dresser and
    opened a drawer.  Reaching in, she pulled out several items. 
    Walking back over to Shampoo she handed her  two pairs of
    thigh and ankle cuffs.  "I believe you know where these go.  Put
    them on!" Nabiki snapped out the last bit. For a minute
    Shampoo stood there holding the leather straps, hesitating, then
    she bent over and started to put them on.
         "What a good kitty," Nabiki practically purred.  She
    reached down and patted the top of Shampoo's head.  Shampoo
    felt a wash of pleasure at that touch and she lifted slightly,
    pressing her head against that stroking hand.  The hand moved
    down and scratched Shampoo behind the ear, and again
    Shampoo rubbed her head against the pleasure giving fingers. 
    Then Nabiki withdrew her hand.  "You're very slow, a little
    faster please, I need my sleep." Shampoo complied and soon the
    straps were firmly in place. 
         "Stand up please." As Shampoo obeyed, Nabiki went back
    to the dresser and withdrew a heavy leather belt.  "Hands to the
    front!!" Nabiki snapped when Shampoo reflexively placed her
    hands over her ass.  Slowly Shampoo complied, all the while
    looking at the heavy leather strap in Nabiki hand with wide
    eyes.  Nabiki walked behind her and as she passed, Shampoo
    felt another wave of heat.  "Eye's front!!" Nabiki snapped out,
    as Shampoo swivelled her eyes to watch Nabiki. 
         Shampoo jerked her head back to the front, and stared
    straight ahead.  Her sensitive ears could make out the sound of
    the leather strap brushing against Nabiki's leg, and could hear
    Nabiki's footsteps as she walked closer to Shampoo.  Shampoo
    clenched her buttocks and waited for the lash to fall.  Instead she
    felt Nabiki's arms reaching around her, each of her hands
    holding an end of the belt.  
    
    
         Reaching completely around Shampoo's waist Nabiki
    pressed herself tightly against Shampoo's back, and buckled the
    heavy leather belt in place.  Before she removed her hands
    Nabiki leaned forward, and brushing aside the silky hair, kissed
    the back of Shampoo's neck.  Then she whispered.
         "Very good, kitty, very good indeed.  You're such a good
    kitty.  If you keep being a good kitten maybe mommy will give
    you a treat.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 
         Shampoo practically purred in response.  Nabiki then took
    one of Shampoo's hands and pulled it toward the belt.  For the
    first time Shampoo noticed that there were heavy leather loops
    attached to it.  Nabiki slipped Shampoo's hand through the loop
    and pulled it tight, fastening her wrist tightly in place.  She
    repeated the operation on the other arm.  When she was finished
    both of Shampoo's hands were fastened firmly to the heavy belt. 
       
         Nabiki walked in front of Shampoo and stared at her,
    looking deeply into her eyes, a slight frown of uncertainty on her
    face.  By now Shampoo was practically boiling with arousal.  As
    Nabiki stood there staring at her, Shampoo brought her legs
    tightly together and rubbed them against each other.  Her juices
    squeezed out of her hot sex and ran down her thighs.  The heavy
    scent of her arousal wafted through the air and into Nabiki's
    nose. The frown on Nabiki's face disappeared, and she reached
    out and pinched one of Shampoo's nipples between her fingers. 
    Shampoo gasped as a knife blade of pleasure jolted through her. 
    She leaned forward into Nabiki's grip.  Nabiki retreated, pulling
    her along with her.   In a few steps they reached her bed.
         "Get on the bed . . . on your knees" Nabiki commanded,
    releasing Shampoo's nipple.  Shampoo lifted one leg and placed
    it on the bed, then she did the same with the other.  In a minute
    she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her back toward
    Nabiki.
         "Sit back on your heels and then lean forward so your face
    is on the covers." Nabiki commanded. Shampoo complied, and
    was soon curled up in a ball, face tight against the bed covers,
    ass high in the air and just barely hanging over the edge of the
    bed.  Nabiki reached down and fastened the cuffs on Shampoo's
    legs together securing her firmly in place.  Then bending over
    Shampoo's body she gathered Shampoo's hair up and lay it
    gently on the bed beside her head, leaving Shampoo's eyes free
    of any obstruction.
    
    
         Shampoo heard Nabiki walk away, and there was the
    sound of drawers opening and closing.  Then footsteps
    approached her, and a second or so later three objects thumped
    down on the bed a little way from her face.  She looked at them
    in puzzlement.  Two of them were  cylindrical in shape.  One
    was about six inches long and tapered from a rounded tip to
    about an inch and a quarter thick for most of its length.  The
    other was about four inches long, and also had a small rounded
    tip, but it flared out rapidly to about an inch and a half thick and
    then flared back down to a narrow neck attached to a wide base. 
    The final object was almost mundane.  It was a thin rope of
    braided leather with a clip on one end. 
         Shampoo suddenly forgot about the strange objects. 
    Nabiki had run one of her fingers along the outside of
    Shampoo's sex, and Shampoo forgot everything in the wash of
    sensation that pulsed through her body.  Shampoo hissed in
    pleasure and thrust her hips back at Nabiki's finger.  Nabiki
    pulled her hand back in reaction to Shampoo's movement,
    maintaining only the lightest of contact.  For the next five
    minutes she tormented Shampoo, slowly running her finger
    around Shampoo's sex, brushing lightly over her clitoris. 
    Whenever Shampoo's vagina would start to pulse, she would
    pull back her finger and wait until the Amazon had cooled
     down. 
         Shampoo twisted and squirmed, and finally started
    rubbing her thighs together, in an effort to surmount the last
    little peak she needed to feel that rush of fire that had enslaved
    her three nights before. 
         >SLAP< Her hips bucked as Nabiki stopped stroking, and
    smacked her upturned ass with her bare hand.  "Stop Moving!!"
    Nabiki commanded. Shampoo had to fight down the urge to rip
    herself free of her bindings and plunge her fingers into her
    heated sex.  Instead she groaned into the panties stuffed in her
    mouth and stopped her body's twisting.  "Spread your legs"
    Nabiki then commanded.  Again Shampoo obeyed, twisting her
    torso so she could lift one of her bound legs and set it down a
    foot and a half away from the other. 
         Shampoo felt Nabiki's body brush against hers, and she
    watched as a hand reached down into her field of vision, and
    picked up one of the cylindrical objects, the one with the
    uniform shape.  Once again she felt hands on her ass and
    something, not a finger, brushed against her sex.  Then it pulled
    away. Suddenly, a light buzzing came to her ears, and it was all
    she could do to keep from bucking her hips in reaction as the
     thing once again made contact with her upturned sex.          
    Fire ran thru her veins and all the moisture seemed to disappear
    from her mouth.  Even the panties that had up too now been well
    soaked with her spit seemed to be dry.  Then she felt the
    buzzing object moving at the very opening to her vessel and she
    moaned low in her throat as it slowly shoved its way deep into
    her body.  A small tearing pain shot through her body as it
    ripped the portion of her hymen that her training had left intact,
    and she stoically ignored the sensation.  The pain disappeared
    almost as quickly it came.  Washed away by the sensation
    aroused by the object moving in and out of her vagina.  For a
    minute she could feel it being shuttled in and out of her fire-
    filled hole. The sensation of being filled with something for the
    very first time added a new dimension to the pleasure shooting
    through her body,  and then Nabiki stopped moving it, and left it
    where it was, plunged deep into her body, vibrating slightly.
         The sensation running through her body blinded her to
    everything else, so she did not hear Nabiki going over to her
    desk or hear her returning.  Only when Nabiki's fingers slipped
    into her wide spread ass crack did she focus on something
    beside the object thrust deeply into her body.  Nabiki's fingers
    were greasy and they played with her rosebud.  She shifted her
    hips nervously, but stopped when Nabiki's hand slapped her
    butt in reaction to her violation of the no move rule.  She ceased
    her movement, but she could feel Nabiki's thumb pressing
    relentlessly against her most private place, and that was causing
    her body to shiver despite her efforts at remaining motionless.    
       Slowly, forcing its way past the ring of muscle surrounding
    Shampoo's rosebud, Nabiki's thump pressed inward.  Then with
    an almost audible pop it overcame her resisting sphincter, and
    plunged into her ass.  Back and forth Nabiki rocked her hand
    loosening and lubricating Shampoo's tightly, clasping, opening.  
         Shampoo's muscles were trembling with the strain of
    trying to obey Nabiki's injunction against moving.  Small
    whimpers of suppressed passion, mixed with nervous moaning,
    escaped her mouth, and a thin sheen of sweat formed on her
    body.  The combined sensation in both her holes was bringing
    her close to exploding in release. 
          Finally Nabiki withdrew her thumb, and Shampoo, whose
    back had been arched fiercely all this time slumped in relief.
    Her relief was short lived, she watched with wide spread eyes as
    Nabiki's hand once more entered her field of vision and picked
    up the other cylindrical object.  No!!  She could not!!  Things did
    not go in there.  They came out.  Shampoo surged upwards, only
    to be pressed down again by a hand in the small of her back. 
    There was no strength behind that hand.  Just a gentle pressure,
    but it stopped Shampoo's movement dead despite that.  Nabiki
    leaned over her body again and whispered in her ear.
         "Do you want me to stop kitty?  Do you want to go home
    now?" 
         Shampoo knew she could break free of her bindings in an
    instant, knew that she could overcome Nabiki with no effort.  If
    she did that . . . then she knew Nabiki would send her home. 
    She could not force Nabiki to give her the pleasure she wanted. 
    Could not force her to give her the companionship she needed . .
    . or the love.  For a second her muscles remained tense.  Then
    they relaxed and she sagged against the bed.
         "Very good kitten, very good indeed." Nabiki whispered in
    her ear.  Then she stood up and Shampoo could feel the tip of
    the thing in Nabiki's hand pressing against her rear opening. 
    She groaned into her gag as it slowly forced it way into her
    body.  For what seemed like hours but was only a minute,
    Nabiki rocked and pumped the thing back and forth, slowly
    working it deeper into Shampoo's bowels.  Finally the widest
    section forced it way past her sphincter muscles, and with a rush
    it plunged the rest of the way into her body.  Shampoo's entire
    awareness was focused on the sensations of immense fullness
    that filled both her holes.  
    
    
         Nabiki removed her hands from Shampoo's ass, and
    reached down and picked up the last of the objects on the bed. 
    Reaching between Shampoo's legs she fastened the clip on the
    end of the leather rope to the center of the belt and ran it back
    out between Shampoo's legs.  Pulling it up so it bisected
    Shampoo's sex and ass she carefully positioned it so that it ran
    across the bases of the two dildos thrust deep into Shampoo's
    body.  Running it across the small of Shampoo's back,  she
    fastened it to the heavy belt.
         Nabiki stepped back and admired her handiwork. 
    Shampoo knelt on the bed her face lying on the sheets and her
    ass high in the air.  Just the right height she mussed to herself,
    eyes going to the crate of Instant Nanniichuan, but then she
    pulled her eyes away with an angry thought.  NO!!  I'm doing
    this as a female.  Shampoo came here to fuck with a guy, but I'm
    not a guy.  If she can't be happy with my female form, then
    better to find out now. 
         Despite her hard words to herself, Nabiki had been
    desperately  afraid that Shampoo would do just that.  Three days
    ago she had not the slightest interest in Shampoo as a sexual
    being, now looking at her trussed on the bed, dildos thrust in
    both of her opening, she felt an attraction she had never felt
    before for another person.  
         It was no longer just the fact that Shampoo was submitting
    to her.  These feelings were more than her lust for power over
    others.  Some part of her brain had made the connection,
    Shampoo was hers, and she was desperately afraid that Shampoo
    would take herself away.  Nabiki was under no delusions over
    her ability to hold Shampoo against her will, but she also knew
    that she would never compromise herself either.  What she had
    told Shampoo earlier was very true.  If Shampoo came back, she
    would use her, but the other part was a lie.  The part about
    Nabiki not caring either way.  She was discovering that she
    cared very much indeed, but this relationship was going to be on
     her terms or not at all. 
         Nabiki stepped forward and leaned over Shampoo's body,
    reaching around she cupped her firm breasts, and began to
    knead them.  A low moan came from Shampoo's throat, and
    encouraged, Nabiki started to press her hips into Shampoo's
    upturned ass.  The pressure caused the imbedded dildos to shift
    in Shampoo's openings.  The combined sensation of Nabiki's
    hands, and the objects thrusting into her body was enough to
    shove Shampoo over the edge.  A small shiver ran through her
    body, followed by another, stronger one.  Then Nabiki felt the
    muscles under her belly writhe and twist as Shampoo orgasm
    exploded in a spasm of pleasure.  Nabiki stepped back from
    Shampoo's trembling body, an expression of satisfaction and
    accomplishment on her face. Then expression firming, she
    proceeded with the next step.
    
    
         Ninety minutes later.
         Nabiki bent forward in her chair until her face was inches
    from Shampoo's upturned ass.  Lifting her brush, she delicately
    dipped it in the small can she held in her other hand.  Then
    raising it she reached forward.  Holding her breath she very
    carefully moved the brush toward Shampoo's creamy derriere
    and with great delicacy placed the final stroke of paint, finishing
    the pattern she had been working on. 
         She heaved a sigh and sat back in her chair.  For a minute
    she sat there admiring the stylized N T she had painted.  "Very
    nice, very nice indeed," she said.  "I think that looks just perfect. 
    We can visit a tattoo shop in a day or so and get it done
    permanently." The only response from Shampoo was a muffled
    moan of passion.  Nabiki smirked at the upturned ass in front of
    her.  "It's your own fault you know.  If you had not kept moving,
    I would not have had to start over all those times.  We could
    have been finished an hour ago." Standing up Nabiki returned
    the paint can to its proper place and stood for a minute admiring
    her handiwork as she cleaned her brushes.
         "O by the way kitten, you can move now."
    
    
         A tremor ran through Shampoo's body, and then another,
    until her hips bucked and her body went rigid as the orgasm she
    had been holding at bay for the last ten minutes crashed over
    her.  It was the sixth one she had experienced in the last hour. 
    The previous five had ruined Nabiki's calligraphy, and forced
    her to start over.  As the last ripple of passion ran down her
    body, Shampoo slumped, her body bathed in sweat, breath
    rushing in and out of her nose.  Even after all she had
    experienced in the last hour she had not spit out the ragged
    panties in her mouth.
         
    
         Nabiki finished cleaning her brushes and placed them in a
    tin on her desk.  Then she strolled over to Shampoo, and ran a
    hand over her sweat soaked ass.  Then sliding her hand over
    Shampoo's body, Nabiki ran her hand slowly up the small of
    Shampoo's back causing her to arch in pleasure. A small shiver
    ran through her back muscles, as she experienced a residual
    spasm of pleasure at Nabiki's touch  Reaching the leather belt
    fastened around her waist, Nabiki unfastened the slim leather
    rope.  Then she shoved her arms between Shampoo's wide
    spread legs and un-clipped the other end of the rope.  Tossing it
    on the floor behind her, she slowly stroked Shampoo's ass
    cheeks with both hands.  She brought her hips forward and
    rubbed herself against Shampoo's body, grinding the dildos
    deeper into Shampoo's body.   Then swallowing the spit that
    suddenly filled her mouth she reached down and grabbed the
    base of the dildo that was shoved up Shampoo's pussy.  It slid
    out easily, and was accompanied by a flood of juices. 
         Nabiki started to throw the dildo down on the floor with
    the rope, but then hit by a sudden impulse, she lifted it
    tentatively to her lips and licked.  The taste was not altogether
    bad.  She looked down a Shampoo's upturned face.  Shampoo
    was looking at her with stars in her eyes.  Nabiki shivered at the
    depth of passion she could detect in them.  She felt herself
    responding to that look, her own sex heating, and lubricating. 
    She gave a little shudder and shook herself out of the trance she
    had fallen into.  She set the dildo down and reached forward and
    grasped the base of the butt plug.  This took a little more effort
    to extract, but it was only a small one and came out fairly easily. 
    Nabiki felt absolutely no desire to sample this taste sensation
    and tossed it down with the others.
         Nabiki then preceded to remove the rest of Shampoo's ties
    and bindings until she was as naked as the moment she had
    come into the room.  The last thing she did was to remove the
    soaking wet panties from Shampoo's mouth.  Free of her ties the
    Amazon stretched out on the bed, slowly twisting and turning
    her body to relieve the kinks of her hour and a half in bondage. 
    She looked up at Nabiki from under half lidded eyes.  A
    contented half asleep look on her face.  Once again Nabiki was
    put in mind of a tiger, and she felt heat flush through her body at
    the thought that this tiger was hers to do with as she would.
         None of that showed on her face however as she snapped
    out.  "On your feet!!" Shampoo blinked at her, startled, but
    obediently rolled off of the bed onto her feet.  As soon as she
    was clear of the bed Nabiki dumped a glass of water over her
    head.  Nabiki watched in fascination as Shampoo body shrank
    and morphed until a small damp cat was sitting on the floor
    looking at her reproachfully.  Nabiki reached down and picked
    her up. "Sorry kitten, but this is a single bed, and I'm in need of
    my rest.  It's going to be a busy day tomorrow." Setting the
    dumbfounded cat on the floor Nabiki lay down on her bed and
    closed her eyes.
         Nabiki was not really as calm as she pretended.  She was
    burning with the need to experience some of the pleasure
    Shampoo had enjoyed in the last hour.  That would be a show of
    weakness, she thought, and she was not going to show any
    weakness on this night.  She did not want Shampoo to get the
    impression that Nabiki needed her for anything.  So even though
    her body cried out for release from the burning in her groin, she
    ignored it and concentrated on cooling her overheated passions. 
    Slowing her breathing she lay there quietly, her legs wide spread
    to prevent even the slightest friction. 
         She was so busy concentrating on repressing her feelings. 
    She did not feel the soft thump of a small body jumping onto her
    bed.  She did however very much feel what happened next. 
    Carefully being sure not to brush against Nabiki's legs
    Shampoo-neko crept as close as she could get to Nabiki's
    drooling sex.  She could smell Nabiki's arousal, and intended to
    do something about it.  Finally having gotten as close as she
    could without giving her presence away, she pounced.  
         Nabiki threw back her head and gasped.  The small barbs
    on Shampoo-neko's tongue caused a sensation out of proportion
    to its actual size.  Nabiki reached down with the intention of
    dislodging Shampoo from her meal.  Before her hands got
    anywhere near the busily lapping cat, a shudder ran through her
    body and her hands clenched tightly in the bed clothes, rather
    than around the small cat. Nabiki did not last long.  Unlike
    Shampoo she had not had an orgasm during the past ninety
    minutes.  She had shoved her lust aside and had toyed with
    Shampoo.  Satisfying as that had been, it was nothing compared
    to this.  Nabiki felt like the top of her head was going to come
    off.  It was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud. 
         Through this all, Shampoo continued to lick.  Delicately
    she nosed in and selected her spots with care.  Her sensitive
    whiskers detected the spasms that rippled through Nabiki's
    body.  Even after Nabiki's legs closed, pinning her in place she
    continued to lick.  Up and down Nabiki's slit her tongue went,
    lapping at Nabiki's sex as if it were a dish of milk.  Nabiki's
    honey flowed profusely, and Shampoo diligently  licked up every
    drop.  On and on Shampoo went.  The stamina of her human
    body was present in her cat form, and even when her ribs were
    threatened by the pressure from Nabiki's legs she kept licking. 
         Nabiki orgasmed again, her legs lifted from the bed and
    carried the cat pinned between her legs with them.  Shampoo
    kept licking.
         Nabiki orgasmed, and thrashed her head from side to side. 
    Shampoo kept licking.
         Nabiki orgasmed, and her legs thrashed, knocking
    Shampoo aside for a moment,  then they fell open as Nabiki
    gave in to exhaustion.  Shampoo resumed her place and kept
    licking.
         Nabiki hands weakly tried to push Shampoo away from
    her honey pot, Shampoo dug her claws into the bed spread and
     kept licking. 
         Nabiki orgasmed, and barely moved, Shampoo kept
    licking. 
         At last Nabiki lay motionless, breath gusting from her
    mouth, lungs rising and falling like a bellows.  Shampoo
    stopped licking.  
         Nabiki was too weak to move as Shampoo walked up her
    body and stood on her chest looked down at the exhausted girl. 
    Shampoo stuck her tongue as far out as it would go, and looking
    directly into Nabiki's eyes licked her chops, removing the
    remains of Nabiki's juices from her whiskers.  Nabiki just lay
    there panting, glaring at Shampoo's expression of smug
    superiority.  Silently she promised herself to remove that
    expression at a later date.  Shampoo turned herself around
    several times and then lay down, her head cushioned on one of
    Nabiki's breasts.  She closed her eyes and to all appearances
    went to sleep. 
         Nabiki lay there panting, the light body of the cat raising
    and falling with her breaths.  After a little while she regained
    her breath.  She raised her arms and held her hands poised over
    the body of the cat.  Then her eyes softened, and she crossed her
    arms across her chest, cradling the softly purring cat on her
    chest.  A minute later the room was silent except for the soft
    breathing of the two figures on the rumpled bed.
    
         AAHHHH Cat, cat, cat,
         Akane looked up from where she had been glumly
    examining her new school uniform.  A second later Ranma burst
    into her room and dived under the bed.  Akane blinked in
    surprise, staring at her bed.  A voice from the door caused her to
    turn around.
         "You two had better get ready for school.  I'd hate to have
    done all that work to get you registered, and then have you be
    late your first day.  Akane said nothing.  She was to busy
    looking at the cat Nabiki held cradled in her arms.  She just
    pointed a shaky finger at the cat in Nabiki's arms and silently
    opened and closed her mouth, not being able to force a word out,
    finally after a second she tried again and succeeded at least to
    the point of stuttering,  
         "Sha . . . Sham...Shampoo!!"
         "Really Akane, your as bad as Ranma.  Shocked by a
    sweet little kitty."  With that she walked out of sight leaving her
    sister gaping at the door.  
         "Is she gone?" A soft voice whispered from under her bed.
         Akane made no answer.  She just kept staring at the door,
    a stunned expression on her face.
    
         "Hello, are you open?"
         The nurse at the reception desk looked up at the brown
    haired girl in the doorway.  The girl was dressed in a school
    uniform and had a cat carrier in one hand.
         "Yes dear, the doctor is not in yet, but if you want to leave
    your pet before you go to school.  I'll see that she is looked
    after."
         "Thank you"
         "What is it you wanted looked at, is she sick?"
         "No, not sick"
         "Did you come to get her spayed then?"
         The girl smiled a wide grin and the cat in the carrier
    suddenly set up a loud wailing.  "No" she said, "She is a very
    lovely cat, I may want to breed her sometime.  The reason I'm
    here is to get a Micro chip implant.  I hear you do them here."
         "Yes indeed, and it's a very good thing to get done.  If
    your pet is ever lost, any shelter or veterinarian office will be
    able to scan the chip for her ownership records."
         "That's what I want.  I don't want there to be any doubt
    about who owns her.  I'll just leave her here and pick her up
    later then?"
         "That's right dear," She reached down and passed a form
    to the girl.  " Just fill out this form with all the necessary
    information and the doctor will implant the chip later.  She will
    be all done when you get back this afternoon.  I'll put her in the
    back while you fill out the form." She picked up the cat carrier,
    and carried it into the back room.
         A minute later she returned, and saw that the girl had
    finished the form.  Picking it up she scanned it, and then looked
    up and smiled at the school girl.  "Well everything we need
    seems to be here.  We'll see you tonight then will we Miss
    Tendo?"
         "That's right. Thank you for your help.  I'll be back after
    school" 
         "Such a nice girl" The nurse murmured, and then she went
    back to her filing.
    
    
          
    Well there is the end of Chapter two.
    I hope you enjoyed it.  I have gotten so much positive response
    to chapter one that I have been worried about living up to it.  I
    hope I did.  If you think I slipped send me a message and let me
    know how and why.
    I would very much like to get feedback on this.  This chapter
    would not have been done nearly as quickly, if it had not been
    for the people who wrote and told me how much they liked ch1.
    I would like to thank all the people who did so.  It made all the
    work worthwhile.
    
    
    I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler.  Without him this
    would not be nearly as readable as it is.
    Wade has not done any lemons . . . Yet.  But anyone who has
    written a fic where Akane and Shampoo become lovers is not far
    from falling over the edge into Hentai-hood.
    You can find his stories at <http://www.mala.bc.ca/~tritscwa> 
    Try his stories out.  They're very good.
    
    As well I would like to thank a certain, red head who offered to
    pre-read for me a few weeks ago, without her help this story
    would not be as good as it is. It is a big confidence builder when
    pretty girls write and say they liked your story. Especially when
    they are as nasty minded as she is.  She was a big help in
    heating up the scenes between Shampoo and Nabiki.
    Thanks Green Eyes.
    
    Authors notes:
    I just wanted to make a few short comments here.
    About La Blue Girl. This is mainly a Ranma fic, the elements I
    borrowed, and will borrow, from the video are for the purpose of
    altering the Ranma characters so that
    they can do all the hentai things this story will require.  
         So don't expect to see the female members of the cast
    ravaged by tentacles, it ain't going to happen.  Most appearances
    by tentacles are going to result in serious pain and humiliation,
    for the monster, not the girl.  
         Hey, were talking Ranma's girls here, If your were a
    demon, would you try to ravish Akane, knowing what you know
    about her, not to mention that sword Shampoo seems able to
    pull from nowhere, and then there are Ukyou's spatulas.  Nope,
    any demon who messes with these girls is asking to have his
    love life cut short, literally.  
         Miko Mido will appear, however.  Anyone want to vote
    for her boyfriend.  Feel free to send in your choices and reasons. 
    Give me a good funny one and it may happen.  I have nothing in
    mind for her at the moment. 
    
    How long will this be. 
    I have no idea.  There is an underlaying plot to this, but in
    general it is just going to flow from story to story much as the
    Manga did.  How far I go, really depends on whether people are
    interested in reading it. 
    
    Why are the chapters so damn big.
    This is a lemon, but I also want to have some plot and character
    development, and as I don't want to write any non-lemon
    chapters, that means that sometimes it will take a little while to
    get to the good stuff.  Hopefully I can make it interesting enough
    to be worth the read. 
    
    Other chapters of this can be found at the RAAC archive.
    As well it is on the following home pages.
    The Sakura lemon page.
    <http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
    Rteker's lemon page
    http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html
    
    The Hungry Tiger
    schell@interlog.com
    
    
    

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