Shikima Interface, ch4 part four.

     Ranma lifted her face and let the water from Ukyou's shower
cascade over her.  Akane had practically ordered her from the
bedroom.  He had suggested, while wrinkling his nose, that she
might want to take a shower.  As he had escorted her to the bedroom
door, he had whispered to her that he needed to discuss some things
with Ukyou, and that the cook would not be comfortable discussing
them while she was in the room.  Because Ukyou had recovered
some of her strength by that time, she had not objected, well not
much.  There were certain forms to be observed of course.  
     The truth was, she had been glad of a reason to be off by
herself.  She had been feeling the need for a little privacy. Akane and
Ukyou had left her right on the edge of her own orgasm when they
had reached their own.  Nearly being smothered had proven as
effective as a cold shower in dampening passion.  Added on top of
that, the fact that she had been more or less aroused all day, the
potion still working its insidious magic on her, and she was in great
need of a little release of her own.
           As the warm water cascaded over her body Ranma stroked
her hands over her slick wet form, enjoying the feeling her hands
elicited. Her hand reached her breasts and she squeezed and bounced
them in her hands, enjoying the sensation on several levels.  Her new
female feelings savored the touching, loved the feeling she got when
she twiddled her nibbles between her fingers.  Her male memories on
the other hand enjoyed the sensation of handling a pair of breasts. 
Always before, cupping her own breasts had been like holding a sack
of flour in each hand, there was hardly any sensation at all.  Now
nerves she had never known girls possessed were constantly sending
signals to her brain.  The feedback she experienced was almost as
good as the ones she use to experience while masturbating as a boy.
     Leaving one of her hands busy with her breasts, she slid the
other one down her belly and between her legs.  She was wet and
ready and her questing finger easily slid between the petals that
guarded the portal to her inner sex.  Rubbing her fingers up and
down that slick wet channel she experienced another plateau of
sensation.  When she extended the motion so it reached the little
hood under which what was left of her penis hid.  The pleasure went
way beyond anything she had ever felt as a boy.  It was if all the
nerves that had been spread across the head of her lost member were
all concentrated in that tiny bud of flesh.  Packed into such a tiny
area, they concentrated even the slightest touch to an almost painful
level of sensation.  She had already learned that it was just as well to
not directly stimulate that little bud, but to simply work her fingers
around the general area. 
     With a faint moan of pleasure, she leaned backward till her
shoulders were against the wall of the shower stall.  As her hand
stroked up and down her wet sex, she slid slowly downward, her feet
sliding across the floor, until she was sitting on the bottom of the
shower with her legs spread wide and her hand moving like a blur
between them.  Panting, she lifted one on her breasts and bent her
head down until she could lick her own nipple. 
     Closing her eyes she started to thrust her fingers in and out of
her opening.  This was a different sensation, not as intense, but
powerful in it's strangeness.  The feeling of something sliding into
her body, even something as small as her fingers was a sensation she
would never be able to explain to someone who did not have the
equipment.  She could say that rubbing her clit was just like jerking
off, but there was no analog for what she was feeling now. 
     She started to breath harder, and while her fingers and tongue
stimulated her body, her mind started to cast up images and
memories.  She remembered the look on Ukyou's face when Akane
had thrust into her, a brief moment of startled surprise and pain. 
That changed as Akane started working his manhood in and out of
her sex.  The tears of pain dried, and were replaced by tears of joy, as
an expression of wonder and pleasure filled her face. 
     Ranma fingers slowed their stroking at that remembrance, and
for the first time in her life, she truly hated Ryouga, hated him with
an intensity that was just not like her.  Because of him, she would
never experience what Ukyou had.  Would never experience the
sensation of the one she loved entering her for the very first time. 
Even worse, he had stolen that moment from Akane.  Akane would
never see her eyes fill with that amazed wonder that had filled
Ukyou's as for the very first time, she felt him moving inside her,
and knew they were, for that moment, one..  Instead her first time
would always be just one more stupid fight with Ryouga, with no
more meaning then any of the other stupid fights they'd had. 
Ryouga had not even been looking her in the face when he had taken
her the first two times.  What had crossed her face then would never
be known, not to Ranma and not to anyone else.  What a waste. 
     Ranma banished the bitter thoughts.  What was done was done. 
At least she could remember how it had been with Akane, even if it
had not been her first time.  She pressed her breast hard as she
remembered how they had been squashed against Akane's muscular
chest, the nipples rubbing back and forth against his sweat slick
torso.  Her breath started to come in quick gasps as she recalled the
feeling of her legs wrapping around Akane's, as his hips lifted and
fell, filling and emptying her again and again.  The sensation of his
thighs pressing her down into the bed, and then her hips forcing her
to follow after him on the up stroke, until finally they reached
harmony, and she was thrusting up as he was thrusting down, that
was when . . .when . . . when . . .Finallllyyyy.  Her face flushed and
with a final loud groan, she found her relief.  Waves of pleasure ran
through her body and she threw her head back and opened her
mouth wide, gasping with pleasure and letting the warm water from
the shower carry away the sweat and juices created by her pleasure.
     Panting for breath, Ranma sat in the bottom of the shower, her
fingers idly stroking the area around her clitoris, savoring the small
little trembles of pleasure that like the aftershock of an earthquake,
echoed the smashing orgasm she had just experienced. 
     "Ranma!  You little pervert!"  A voice suddenly yelled in
outrage, as the shower door slammed open.
     Ranma fell over sideways in shock, and cowered back in the
farthest corner of the shower as a furious and very naked Akane-kun
loomed just outside it.  "Akk, Akane, It's not like it looks, I mean it
is, but I . . . Hey, what the hell is this?  You just finished screwing
Ukyou, with me as filling, and you're calling me a pervert?
     Akane didn't answer, he was too busy leaning against the door
jam, laughing himself sick. 
     "Bwhaaa, Your face, He he he, O god, the expression,
Hahahahaha."
     While Ranma had been experiencing her conditioned reflex she
had scrambled to her feet in preparation for dodging any mallets or
kitchen sinks that might have been headed her way.  Now she glared
at Akane who was laughing like a hyena.  She lifted a hand till it
was inches from the shower head.  "AKANE NO BAKA!" She
yelled, moving her hand sideways just enough to direct a stream of
warm water towards Akane.  
     Akane sputtered as the spray of water filled his mouth and
caused her to choke as it went down the wrong tube.  Before she
could regain her breath, she was tackled to the ground by a steaming
mad Ranma.  She quickly found her belly pressed into the floor, and
her legs pulled back till her heels touched the back of her thighs.  
     Ukyou kept a bath robe hanging by the shower, and while
Akane was flailing her arms trying to knock Ranma off of her back,
Ranma pulled that down and freed the cloth belt from the loops in
the robe.  In seconds she had tied Akane's legs together, and had
caught her arms one after another and tied her wrist to her ankles. 
     Having hogtied Akane, Ranma relinquished her position on top
of her.
     Akane continued to struggle for a few minutes her face red with
fury, but then her expression softened, and she looked up at Ranma
who was just returning from a visit to Ukyou's laundry hamper.  As
Ranma knelt down if front of Akane, she asked in a husky voice,  "O
dear, how awful, I'm your helpless prisoner, what awful things are
you going to do to me?"
     "Who me? I'd never do anything awful to you Akane. I just
thought I'd go and see if maybe Ucchan wanted to play for a little,
just while you take your shower."
     Akane looked at Ranma incredulously, then she opened her
mouth wide and yelled, "Don't yo glumph . . ." 
     That was as far as she got.  Ranma had extracted a pair of
Ukyou's panties from the hamper, along with one other item, and
had balled them up in her hand.  When Akane opened her mouth to
yell, she popped them inside, and then used the leg of one of
Ukyou's tights to fasten it in place.  Standing up she dusted off her
hands and said in satisfaction, "there, now you just relax. Ukyou and
I'll be fine by ourselves, no need to get up.  I hope you like my
selection. Ukyou tasted really good, and I wouldn't want you to miss
out." Bending over she gave Akane's ass a good hard swat, and
walked out of the room, laughing all the way.

     As Ranma left the bathroom, and made her way toward
Ukyou's room, she fairly quivered in anticipation.  She had long ago
resigned herself to the fact that there was no way she was ever going
to honorable be able to make love to Ukyou.  Now all that had
changed, and she was looking forward to the coming event.  She'd
have to hurry however.  Those flimsy bonds would not hold Akane
for very long.
     
     Ukyou had just finished putting little Yousee back in her
drawer bed when Ranma walked in the door.  Yousee had told
Ukyou and Akane that she would sleep until they managed the
transference, and therefore draw less energy from Ukyou.  Ukyou
had her doubts, she was of the opinion that the little prude just
wanted to avoid having to watch her enjoy herself.  She shook her
head.  Why did she have to get saddled with such a sour puss?  Still,
she did have her moments, and she was awfully cute.
     Now she looked at Ranma's face anxiously, trying to see how
she felt about the solution Yousee had proposed.  To her surprise
Ranma seemed completely happy, not a sign of doubt on her face. 
Akane had told her how the Jusenkyo curse had shielded Ranma
from his female form, and that the protection was gone now, but
still, she would have thought Ranma would have a least a few
reservations. 
     "Ranma, are you alright with this?" she asked uncertainly.
     Ranma paused for a second, and then moved closer, "I'm fine
with this Ucchan. I love Akane, and nothing will ever change that,
but I've got feelings for you too.  I never felt free to confess them
before.  It wouldn't have been fair to you, or Akane. I'm glad we
have this chance to share.  You don't mind, do you?  Not being
number one?"
     "No, I should, but, Akane was so . . . so . . .well it doesn't seem
fair to be jealous of him, when he gave me so much pleasure, but I
thought . . . well it's not important what I thought." Ukyou looked
past Ranma to the bathroom door. "Where's Akane?"  She asked.
"Isn't he going to join us?" 
     "Uh well, Akane's sort of tied up at the moment, but I'm sure
she'll be joining us soon.  But there's no reason why we can't start
without her, is there?"
     "Huu, o no, no reason at all," Ukyou said, hesitantly at first, but
then with eagerness. Ranma joining in the last time had been an
unexpected perk, to have him, no her, to herself for even a little
while was not an opportunity to waste.  "There's no reason at all why
we can't start without him." 
     Ranma and Ukyou slowly drifted over to the futon, and
touching each other gently they sank down on the covers, still
mussed from their last session.  Side by side they lay, there hands
exploring each others body's, tentatively at first, and then with
growing passion.  They cupped each other's breasts, comparing
sizes. Ukyou's were bigger, but on Ranma's smaller frame, hers were
more pronounced.  Moving closer, they pressed their breasts
together, and wrapped their arms around each other.  Gently, and
then with more violence, they kissed.  They devoured each other's
mouth, with a passion and desire long suppressed. 
     Ranma felt Ukyou's strong hands stroking down her back,
tracing the outlines of her muscles with her strong fingers.  When
they reached the twin cheeks of her ass,  they paused there for a
minute, kneading and pulling on Ranma's muscular backside, then
one of her hands pulled away and slid up over her hip and burrowed
between their bodies, heading for Ranma's honey pot.  Ranma
moaned, and pulled her hips back, allowing Ukyou access, her moan
became a groan as Ukyou's searching fingers found her mossy dell,
and slipped inside.  She hunched her hips, driving herself onto those
long, strong fingers, driving them as deeply into her own body as
they would go.  Ukyou's thumb found her pleasure bud and began to
stroke that in time with Ranma's hunching hips.
     Ranma dipped her head and blindly searching, found one of
Ukyou's large breasts.  She eagerly captured one of the hard brown
nipples in her mouth and suckled voraciously as Ukyou's fingers
continued to plunder her hot moist sex.  Finally Ranma pulled her
head up and let out a high keening from between her teeth as Ukyou
finally drove her over the edge.  Then she fell back against the larger
girl, panting for breath.  After a few moments, she lifted her head
and nuzzled Ukyou, lightly kissing her, and settling comfortable into
the arms that now encircled her. 
     "That was great Ucchan," Ranma sighed.  They both lay there
for a minute, Ukyou contentedly running a hand up and down
Ranma's back, but then Ranma lifted her head and looked down at
her.  "But you didn't come did you?"
     "That's alright Ranchan, I enjoyed it when you did."
     "So, you think I wouldn't enjoy making you come too?" Ranma
said in a chiding voice, pulling herself away from Ukyou.  "Here,
let's try this," Ranma slid her body on top of Ukyou's and pressed
her groin against the other girl's.  "Let's see if we can make a fire by
rubbing two bushes together."  She smirked at her bad joke.  Ranma
pressed herself firmly against Ukyou, and started to rotate her hips. 
Ukyou soon joined in, and raised her head as well, so she could
reach the shorter girl and kiss her.  They continued to writhe against
each other for several minutes, but while they were stimulating each
other, they did not seem able to get up and over that final plateau. 
     "Damn it." Ranma finally cursed in frustration. "If only I still
had my dick."
     "Maybe I could help," a familiar masculine voice said from
behind the two girls.  Ranma turned her head just in time to see
Akane settling herself down over both of the girls.  Ranma felt his
large body settling against her back, pressing her down against
Ukyou.  The burden did not become too bad,  he supported most of
his weight on his hands so he didn't crush them as he settled into
place.  He did however, press down hard enough to hold Ranma
firmly in place, not allowing her a chance to run.  Lowering his
head, he whispered in her ear.  "I said it before, and I'll say it again,
you're a jerk."  Akane ran into problems from that point on however,
the fact that he had to use both hands to support himself left him
with nothing free to guide his erection to it's destination. He
hunched his hips, and his cock slid between the two girls, rubbing
against their sensitize flesh, making them both moan in unison, but
missing the mark he was aiming at. 
     "Ukyou, I need your help, could you." Akane said, giving the
brown haired girl a significant look.
     "Are you sure Akane?" Ukyou asked hesitantly.
     "I'm sure." Akane said."
     "Ranma?"
     "Yea Ucchan." Ranma moaned, to focused on the sensation she
was feeling to really pay attention.
     "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean . . ."
     "Hey, no problem. I mean it's not exactly the way I'd like it,
but hey, there will be lots of times we can do it my way."
     "If you say so," she said doubtfully, "I guess we don't really
have any choice."
     Ranma felt Ukyou's hand sliding between their bodies, and
thought, great, here I am, stuck in the middle again.  O well, at least
I got to come a couple of times.  And maybe after this time, Akane
and I can do it girl, girl.  Ranma pleasant thoughts lasted two
seconds, that was how long it took her to realize that Ukyou was not
steering Akane toward her own sex, but toward Ranma's.  She had
time for just one inarticulate shout of, "Hey wrong . . ." when the
head of Akane's cock shoved aside her love petals, and slid several
inches into her body.  Any other protests she wanted to make were
impossible as Akane started a rapid in and out motion as soon as he
was firmly seated, leaving her no breath to speak with.
     Ranma once again was faced with the bizarre sensation of
feeling a foreign object shoving itself deep into her body again and
again, and causing no pain.  She felt herself being alternatively
stuffed and then emptied as Akane's cock shuttled back and forth. 
Her whole body was soon moving in time to Akane's vigorous
thrusts, and each one caused her to slid up Ukyou's body a little
more, until their breast where mashing together.  
     As soon as her face was in range, Ukyou grasped either side of
it between her hands and whispered, "thank you Ranchan, I love
you." Then she pulled Ranma face close to her own and kissed her
deeply and passionately. 
     Ranma went into sensory overload. Akane's cock continued to
stroke in and out, and his vigorous motions caused Ranma to rub up
and down the length of Ukyou's lush body.  Their breasts squashed
together, their bellies slapped each others, and Ukyou hungrily
devoured Ranma's mouth with her own.  Ranma had been on the
verge of orgasm when Akane had made his appearance.  The sudden
shock of being impaled had moved her away from that, but now the
sensations she was experiencing were rapidly moving her back to the
edge.  
     In and out, in and out Akane moved his oversized weapon, not
being able to fit all of it into Ranma's petite body, but managing to
get a good part of it in.  The large flesh spike filled every nook and
cranny Ranma possessed, flattening all her internal ridges and
bumps.  Her oval shaped opening was turned into a round smooth
tube that conformed to every ridge and knob on Akane's cock.
Ranma was filled to the limit of her capacity, the mouth of her
vagina pulled tight into a ring of muscle that griped Akane's
member like a glove, on each out stroke it would pull outwards as if
reluctant to let go, and on each in stroke it would almost turn inside
out in an effort of accommodate Akane's size. 
     Ranma came, and came again, tearing her mouth free from
Ukyou's, she shouted "Yesssssssss," from between teeth clenched
hard together, the tendons on her neck standing out in sharp
definition as every muscle in her body clenched in on itself.  Then
she collapsed on top of Ukyou as Akane pulled himself  free of her
body with a wet pop.
     
     Akane gritted his teeth as he felt Ranma's already tight
opening shrink several sizes.  Wrenching his member from that silky
smooth embrace was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but
it was necessary.  For a second he let part of his weight settle down
on the two girls under him, as he one handedly grasped his member
and directed it at a new target.  There was no time to get Ranma out
of the way, no time for preliminaries, he had to do this now.  With a
moan of relief he thrust himself deep into Ukyou, her larger body
swallowing him to the hilt.  His balls swung forward and slapped
against her ass.  Soon the room filled once again with the sound of
moist flesh rubbing against each other.
     Ukyou was not as tight as Ranma, but she was a close second,
and Akane only managed several thrusts before spewing his seed
deep into her body.  For a second he let his weight relax on top of the
two girls, and then remembering the last time, he rolled over and lay
beside them. Ranma, still slightly stunned by events, continued to lay
on top of Ukyou, breathing heavily from both mouth and nose. 
Ukyou was, despite the short time Akane had managed, equally
breathless. The stimulation from Ranma's earlier attention had
raised her high enough that it had not taken much to push her over
the edge.
     After a few minutes Ranma had recovered her breath enough to
turn to Akane and demand, "what the hell was that all about?"
     Akane mastered his own breathing enough to say, "well if you
had let me get a word in at the shower," here he directed a glower at
Ranma that promised that incident was not forgotten. "I would have
told you that to take the energy from you, and to give it to Ukyou, I
needed to have sex with both of you.  You first, then Ukyou."
     Ranma blinked at that, "O," Then she looked down at Ukyou,
who was laying there with a dreamy expression on her face.  "Did it
work?"
     Suddenly all three teenagers found themselves being lifted into
the air.  Fierce winds blew all around them, and they felt little
tingles of energy, like static electric shocks, running over every inch
of their skins.  Streamers of energy filled the room, and wrapped
around all three of them.  The streamers solidified and they each felt
cloth caressing their skins.  Every inch of their bodies was effected,
even their hair flared out in a corona around their heads.  As
suddenly as it had started the phenomena ended, and all three of
them looked at each other in amazement.  They were all dressed in
their everyday clothing.  Nor did the changes end there.  All three of
them felt like they had just spent the last two hours washing.  There
was not a sign of their recent activity. Their bodies and hair were as
clean as when they had set out for school that day.  In Ranma's case,
even cleaner. All signs of the black hair dye was gone from her hair,
and it cascaded down her back in a vivid red waterfall.
     "Does that answer your question?" A small voice said from the
side lines.
     "Yousee!" Ukyou exclaimed.  "You're all right, does that mean
. . .?"
     "Like a charm. I don't think I've ever felt magic of this level
before.  Good thing it's in your body.  It would burn me to the
ground if I tried to hold that much inside."
     "How long will it last?" Akane asked.
     "About a month of just living, shorter then that if we have to
fight on a regular basis, and only for a few demons if we have to face
any."
     All three of the teenagers looked at each other and said
together, "shorter."
     Yousee raised an eyebrow, "really, do you fight that much
around here?" Then she looked offended when all three of them
broke up.  "Hey, it was a perfectly logical question." 


     Shampoo lay stoically as the proprietor of the Nifty Tattoo
parlor, worked on her body.  All the time he was driving his sharp
bamboo rakes into her flesh, she was staring at Nabiki, who in his
guise as a male wise guy, was leaning nonchalantly in a corner of the
work room, apparently oblivious to what was happening to
Shampoo, a small toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth. 
His eyes told a different story. Shampoo had witnessed this style of
tattooing back in the village.  It was not neat and antiseptic like the
modern methods used in the other five parlors they had visited this
evening.  She had known the first time blood had appeared by
Nabiki's reaction. Ever since then Nabiki had been forcing himself
to look.
     Shampoo sighed happily, and lay her head down on her arms
that were crossed on top of the bench.  Closing her eyes, she
imagined that it was Nabiki driving the prongs of the rake into her
flesh, so close to her womanhood.  If it were Nabiki she had no doubt
that she would be experiencing more then the steady pricking of the
rake.  For one thing, she would almost certainly be bound.  Her arms
and legs tied securely to the table top.  Nabiki would not forget her
sex and other openings either.  Maybe she would have a simulated
cock shoved in all her entrances.  A big fat one, straining her pussy
to it's limit, a long narrow one in her backside, rubbing against the
one in her sex.  In her mouth, she might have one of the cock gags
that Nabiki had shown her the other night, a short fat dildo, fastened
into a harness that would hold it tight inside her mouth allowing her
no chance to speak or to protest.
     She shivered slightly at the image, but was careful not to move
her thigh.  She did not want to spoil the tattoo Nabiki was paying so
much for.  She was still amazed at the fact that Nabiki had not even
quibbled over the price.  One hundred thousand yen was a
substantial sum, even for the artwork of the quality this man did. 
With nothing else to do, she had let her eyes roam over the various
samples hung on the wall.  They were all, without exception
spectacular. Two pictures in particular had caught her eye while she
had been laying here.  The one had been of a tiger human cross. It
was of a beautiful tiger woman, naked, save for golden bands
circling her neck, ankles and wrists.  Despite these signs of
enslavement, there was no look of the slave in her eyes.  She stared
out of the picture with pride and dignity, and most of all, she seemed
to project an aura of danger, that said quite clearly this was no tame
pet.  Shampoo had found her eyes returning to this one again and
again, fascinated by the detail.  The more she looked the more she
saw.

     Shampoo had sunk into a sort of passive waiting state as the
tattoo was taking some time, and she was half dozing when the fat
man finally finished.  He took a damp cloth, and sponged the last of
her blood from the pattern.  Then, whether out of long habit, or as a
show of contempt for Nabiki, he let his hand slip down between her
thighs until his fingers reached, and stroked her sex.  She was very
damp from her dream about Nabiki, and his fingers easily parted her
lips and gathered a quantity of her juices.  Retracting his hand he
held up a glistening finger. 
     "He,he, gets them every time.  Your in for a wild ride to-night
my boy." He chortled to Nabiki.
     Shampoo had been so stupefied by the brazen effrontery, that
she had frozen in shock.  Before she could rise up and beat the shit
out the pervert, Nabiki was there.  He placed a hand on her back, and
when she would have risen he pressed her back down, "<No hurt. 
For now,>" he snapped out at her.  She allowed him to push her
back down, but inside she was boiling. 
     
     Nabiki turned to the fat man, who sneered at him, and then
deliberately turned  his back to Nabiki and began to clean his tools. 
Nabiki tried to retain his cool, but he was angrier then he could ever
remember being before in his life.  His lips drew back from his teeth,
and he snarled at the man.  "That was a bad mistake, a very bad
mistake.  I believe I warned you about that."
     "Go peddle it somewhere else kid. I don't got time for this. 
Take your chippy and go and screw her brains out.  I got her nice
and warm for you." 
     "I don't think so. I don't think I'm feeling that generous right
now. I think I want to make you hurt a little."
     Something in Nabiki's voice caused the fat man to pause in his
cleaning.  Setting down the tool he had been working on, he reached
down and picked up a sawed off baseball bat.  Hefting this in his
hand he turned.  "Maybe I feel like doing a little hurting of my own .
. . God damn!" The last expression was wrenched involuntarily from
his lips as he got turned around enough to see Nabiki's face.  His
eyes were blazing infernos, not figuratively, literally.  They made the
little flickers he had noticed before pale. The fat man would later
swear he had seen actual flames dancing in them.  Nabiki's lips were
drawn back in a snarl of rage, and a fearsome array of fangs were
clearly visible.  Worst of all were what anyone else would have
dismissed as insignificant in comparison to the other phenomena,
but which scared the man white.  Where before had been bare skin,
the young punks cheeks and forehead now bore several distinctive
tattoo's. 
     The fat man had been taught by an old master, and he had
handed down much ancient lore with the basic training.  Lore the
Fat man had treated with contempt, but which now had sprung to
horrifying life. The fat man knew what was standing across the table
from him, and he came as close to needing diapers as he had at
anytime in the past forty eight years. 
     "Lo . . . lo . . . look , I didn't mean nothing by it, I didn't
know."
     Nabiki was puzzled by the fat mans sudden cowing, but he was
even less likely then Ranma to ignore an opening.  Besides, if he did
not vent a little, he was liable to do something stupid like carving
this lard pot into pork chops. 

     Shampoo had been laying there quivering with rage, but the
rage was buried under a load of ice when Nabiki began to talk,
Shampoo had never heard so much menace express in mere words
before.  Not even her great grandmother could achieve that
concentrated a level of venom. She was suddenly very glad it was not
her on the receiving end of that anger.  
     Nabiki clearly and concisely ripped the man on the other side of
Shampoo's body to shreds.  He, with great relish, succinctly
described the man's many faults, and went on from there to describe
in exquisite detail just what he was going to do in order to make the
fat man's few remaining days a hell on earth.  Shampoo did not
understand the majority of the threats, they had nothing to do with
slicing his belly open, relieving him of his manhood, and making
him eat his own intestines.  Exit point first.  From his reaction
however, it was clear that the Fat man understood exactly what
Nabiki was threatening.  By the time Nabiki was done, the artist was
a quivering ball of lard, begging for mercy.  He offered money, he
offered drugs, he even, to Shampoo's disgust, offered his step
daughter, who it seemed was a virgin, as pure and innocent as the
driven snow. 
     Nabiki cut him off short when he mentioned his stepdaughter,
"God, you really are a piece of shit.  If you weren't a half way
competent artist, I think I'd let the authorities know about your little
stash of drugs.  Shampoo!"
     "Yes,"
     "Do you see anything here that you'd like this piece of crap to
give you, free of charge."
     Expecting permission to hurt the fat man, Shampoo was a bit
taken aback by Nabiki's request.  She ran her eyes down the pictures
on the wall, finally coming to rest on the Tiger lady she had noted
before.  "This one," she said, "Shampoo like this one."
     Nabiki came over and examined the picture, "Very nice, very
nice indeed," she murmured. "You!  Lard bucket.  How long to do
this?"
     The fat man, now thoroughly cowed, looked at the picture. 
"About three days, I'd have to do the outline, and then fill in the
color.  I'm sorry, but it would look like crap if I did it any quicker."
     "How long to do the outline?"
     "About two hours."
     Nabiki nodded, "let's do it then."
     Shampoo hesitantly said, "Nabiki?" and when the boy turned to
look at her, she said, "Shampoo like this one too, only not for
Shampoo." She indicated another picture, several spaces down from
the first.  This one was of a lady and a tiger.  The tiger was laying of
the floor, semi curled around the feet of a dangerous looking women
in black leather, who was looking out at the world with an
expression of contempt, clearly stating that whoever was looking at
her was so far beneath her, as to not deserve to live on the same
planet.  She held a flimsy leash in one hand, that ran from her fist
down to a collar around the neck of the tiger.  Her other hand lay on
the tigers head, and it could be seen that it was lifting its head,
pressing against that hand with every indication of pleasure.  The
two of them were a matched set.  You could not imagine the one
without the other.
     Nabiki examined the picture intently. It was extraordinary,
even by the standards of the other pictures.  He swallowed nervously. 
There could be no mistaking Shampoo meaning, or the symbolism
she obviously saw in it.  "How long?" he asked, with not nearly as
much firmness as before.  If the fat man noticed, it made no
difference in his behavior.  
     "That one takes about five days all told, and it's a full back
piece, I need to take some measurements and draft it to fit the
individual.  Different muscle tone, different shapes, scars, moles,
they all have to be allowed for, or incorporated into the final piece." 
     "If I . . . If my sister came in, how long would it take to do that? 
The measurement part."
            "I can do that in one sitting." the fat man said.  Nabiki
mulled over the possibility, it was not something he had ever
considered, but the symbolism was as apparent to him as it obviously
was to Shampoo.  The more he looked at the drawing the more
arousing the idea was. 
     "Can you alter the face?  Make it look like someone else?"
     "Easy, that one is of the lady who originally commissioned it. 
She died, it seems the tiger she planned to conquer, was not as easy
as she imagined.  Her name was Kitche." The man was babbling,
Nabiki had seen it before, in people who hoped to divert his wraith
by distracting him with whatever they thought he wanted to hear,
and more.  It was no more successful now then it had been before.
     "Shut up!" Nabiki ordered.  Then turning he said, "Shampoo,
on the bench." 
     Shampoo moved toward the bench, but then she hesitated,
"Shampoo, need  use girls room."  
     Nabiki made a show of looking at his watch, "sorry, I wouldn't
let you use the one in this pig sty, and we don't have time to leave
and come back to-night.  You're just going to have to hold it. Get on
the bench."
     Shampoo did so.  Nabiki approached her and ran his fingers
gently over her new and still very tender addition.  Shampoo
shivered under his touch.  As always it caused a powerful reaction in
her.  Nabiki moved her hand over to the other cheek of Shampoo's
bottom.  She traced the faint tan lines, leftovers from Shampoo's last
trip to the seaside Nekohatten. "Here I think," he said to the Fat
man.  "Keep it inside the tan lines." As the man move forward,
Nabiki caught one of his wrists in his hand.  "If your hand wanders
again, you lose it.  The same goes for my sister when she shows up
for her free sample."
     The fat man had begun to sweat as soon as Nabiki touched him.
The fire was back in Nabiki's eyes, and under his tight lipped
expression, the fat man was sure he could see the faintest trace of a
overly large canine.  Not to mention those frightening tattoo's which
if anything, were even more vivid then before.  Maybe if they had
been there when Nabiki had come into the store, the fat man might
not have been so frightened, but the fact that they appeared, just like
that.  He was an expert on skin markings.  These were no hastily
applied decals.  These were permanent, under the skin markings, or
if his suspicions were correct, part of the skin.
     "Don't worry, I'd sooner fondle Fu Ching Lan in front of Thai
Yeung, then this young lady or your sister." The man seemed to
think this an extreme example, and Nabiki took him at his word,
even thought he had no idea who these people were.
     "Just so you remember, I don't usually give second chances,
don't make me forget it.  It would make me lose face in front of one
who's opinion I value.  You do not want that to happen, believe this
with all your heart and what ever pitiful excuse you have for a soul."
     The Fat man quivered at the mention of his soul, but only
ducked his head in subservient acquiesce.  Nabiki eyed him
suspiciously, but moved back out of the light so the fat man could get
to work, but this time he did not retreat to the corner.  He stood
nearby, never taking his eyes off of the artists hands.

     Two hours later Nabiki and Shampoo exited the parlor.
Shampoo was flushed, and kept directing looks toward Nabiki.  For
his part, Nabiki was a little pale.  This time his close attention had
not allowed him to block out the sight of Shampoo's blood staining
the artists hands, and he was feeling a little queasy.  Once in the
fresh air however, he soon was feeling himself, and something else,
with experience and knowing what to expect he had managed to
shove the lust induced by the Jusenkyo instant curse into the back of
his mind.  But now it was making its presence felt in no uncertain
terms.
     Before he could do anything about it however, there was one
last piece of business to take care of.  Turning to the artist, who was
hunched in the doorway, trying to look subservient, and not doing a
very good job of it, he said.  "The extra work will square your
account with me.  Shampoo and my sister will be back in a few
weeks for you to finish the work on her, and to start hers.  I would
very much hate it if you were to cause either of them trouble." 
     "Yes sir, I understand sir. I would never dream of offending
either lady.  I will even free up my next few days so you can have the
work done in quick time."
     "I'm afraid you'll have to spend the next few weeks
recovering," Nabiki said.  He turned to Shampoo and said, "don't
hurt the hands or the furnishing's."
     Shampoo grinned broadly, and advanced on the fat man, who
looked between her and Nabiki, uncertain of what was going on.  He
made the mistake of assuming Nabiki was the real threat, so was
facing him when Shampoo's foot took him in the chest, and
catapulted him across the width of his store, and over the counter. 
He crashed into one of the walls, and slid down it like a wade of
damp cloth.  Shampoo followed him into the store, and for several
minutes the sound of blows, and screams emerged from the store. 
After the second blow, Nabiki idly noted that the  screams suddenly
rose several octaves.  
     Nabiki stood outside, casually inspecting his fingernails, for
several minutes.  Finally when the mayhem from inside showed no
sign of abating on its own,  he shouted through the door. "Time to
go, you can play with him some more the next time you visit.  That
is if he behaves in other then a professional manner." 
     Shampoo emerged from the store, her hair very slightly out of
place, and with a look of great satisfaction on her face.  With that
taken care of,  Nabiki now had neither the need, or the inclination to
suppress the feeling running through his body..  He reached out and
caught Shampoo by the hand.  Pulling her behind him, he ducked
into a near by alley.
     
     Shampoo was feeling more then a little full, her bladder had
been crying for relief for the last two hours, but trained in guard duty
as she was, she had managed to ignore it.  Now free of the parlor she
had looked forward to relieving that pressure.  The look in Nabiki's
eyes however, told her she was going to have to wait a little while
longer for her much desired relief.  She found herself shoved up
against one of the alleys walls, and Nabiki was right there, pressing
his body against hers.  Once again she felt a lump pressing into her
lower regions, and this time there could be no mystery as to it's
source.  Nabiki's hands slipped under the hem of her short Chinese
skirt, and lifted, sliding it up and over her ass, barring her newly
tattooed bottom.  Nabiki's hands slipped between Shampoo's cheeks
and the rough brick, stroking her tender flesh, and pulling her hard
against his erection.
     Shampoo reached down fingers, clumsy with her need, and
started to unfasten the front of Nabiki's pants.  Her lips were
captured by his, and they began to kiss with a deep hunger, a hunger
that had been honed by the last few hours into a raging appetite. 
Nabiki made no protest as Shampoo finally freed his erection from
his pants.  Just as had happened before, the Instant Nanniichuan was
on the verge of breaking down, and was releasing great quantities of
lust inducing magic into Nabiki's body.  He would not have objected
if Shampoo and he were in front of the entire student body of
Furiken.  
     Shampoo desperate with need, and not wanting to lose this
chance, lifted herself slightly and directed Nabiki's erection toward
her sex.  This time, unlike with Ranma in the bath, Nabiki attained
his goal.  Shampoo's  hands dropped to Nabiki's ass and pulled
hard, even as Nabiki mirrored her action and yanked her  towards
him.  With a groan from both of them, he sank to the hilt in
Shampoo's swampy depths.  For a minute they stood there,
Shampoo's chin resting on his shoulder, then tentatively, they began
to move.  As they became more confident there movements became
more frantic, more furious.  Lost to all but the body pressed against
them, they raced toward there mutual goal, and reached it together.
Nabiki screamed into Shampoo's hair even as Shampoo sank her
teeth into his shoulder.              
     They both shuddered with the force of their mutual release. 
Then with a shiver of a completely different type, Nabiki's body
reverted to her natural form.  There was an audible pop, as the plug
of flesh that had been filling Shampoo, suddenly disappeared,
leaving vacuum behind it. 
     Shampoo smiled her lazy cat grin at Nabiki, but then her face
changed as she was suddenly reminded of personal business of a very
pressing type.  With a muffled apology, she shoved Nabiki aside, and
practically raced toward the back of the alley, she disappeared
behind some packing crates, and a second later the sound of water
splashing on cement filled the air, accompanied by a long drawn out
groan of relief from Shampoo. 

     Shampoo was just rearranging her clothing, when a commotion
occurred at the front of the alley.  A violent explosion rocked the
lane way, and an object flew through the air to impact on several
empty cardboard boxes.  With a gasp of horror, Shampoo saw that
the object was Nabiki, who was laying limp among the broken boxes. 
Shampoo saw with relief that Nabiki was still breathing, but then a
very familiar voice crackled through the alley. She looked up in
shock to see her great grandmother advancing down the length of the
alley, her battle aura picking up trash and garbage and whirling it
around her like a miniature tornado. Shampoo had never seen her
grandmother so mad.  Not even when she had caught Happosai with
the Magic mirror of the Amazons. 

     Cologne ignored her great granddaughter.  She had eyes only
for the limp form behind Shampoo.  Raising her staff high she
shrieked in rage, "Nabiki Tendo, NOW YOU DIE!!!
     

Well there is the end of Chapter four, ain't I a stinker.
I would like to thank all the people who took the time to write to me. 
It made all the work worthwhile.  Remember, that's how the fan
fiction author gets paid.  If you enjoy a story.  Let the Author know. 
Who know's, you may just be the one thing he needs to get off his
duff and finish another chapter.


I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler.  Without him this would
not be nearly as readable as it is.  His help with grammar has been a
big aid in giving me the confidence to write.
Wade has not done any lemons . . . Yet.  But anyone who has written
a story 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, her unfailing
enthusiasm, and lets face it, rather uninhibited nature, makes writing
this stuff a lot easier.
Thanks Green Eyes.

Yaaa, I've got another Red head.  Pre-reader that is.  I'd like to
thank Tzigane, for her help with this chapter.  She has written the
fic Father Figure, check it out.  Caution though, it is a slash fic. 
That means gay.  It has some nice Hetero parts however.  I do love
Ranma, Ryouga lemons.  In case you might not have noticed.^_^
You can find her stories here, she has her own page.  Got to get me
one of them there things one of these days.
<http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Towers/6451/fanfics.html>



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

Let me know what you thought.
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