Ch4 part two


     Nabiki frowned, and for the tenth time in the last five minutes,
checked her watch.  Where was that dratted girl?  She was suppose
to meet Nabiki right after school.  She felt a brief, and wholly
uncharacteristic, stab of worry.  Surely nothing could have gone
wrong?  Her face took on a strained look as she considered the
possibilities.  It was a very simple procedure, and had been in use for
over five years now, but what if the doctor was new, or clumsy? 
Were there arteries near the area the chip went into?  That a
clumsily inserted needle could puncture?  
     Nabiki was finding out that owning Shampoo was a double
edged blade.  Since the age of eleven Nabiki had kept a firm grip on
her outward, and even inward emotions.  With the exception of her
family she had experienced nothing but amused condescension
towards everyone in her life.  Now this purple haired bimbo had
somehow wormed her way into Nabiki's heart and thoughts, and
unused to the feelings she was experiencing, she was well on the way
toward  losing her objective outlook.  As a matter of fact, she was on
the verge of wringing her hands like a heroine from a melodrama
when one of her aids nudged her and brought her out of the circular
path her thoughts had taken. 
     "Boss, what are we going to do about that?"
     Nabiki came out of her reverie, and glad of the distraction,
slipped into business mode.  She glanced in the direction Uchi was
looking.  The reason for her assistants comment was obvious.  Akane
and Ukyou were standing together chatting, while all the paying
customers were either circling around them, or gathered in little
groups, looking longingly at the new student.  They were all far too
nervous of the spatula wielding cook to get too close to Ukyou when
she was talking to a boy.  Especially if the cook was interested in the
boy for herself.  And it did look like Ukyou was interested.  Nabiki
could read her body language as easily as a book.  The way she was
standing, and the gestures she was using, indicated that she was very
interested indeed in Akira. 
     Nabiki frowned, Uchi could be right.  If Ukyou were to mark
her claim on Akira, it would dry up a lot of income as girls gave up
the pursuit as a lost cause.  Then she slapped herself on the forehead
with the heel of her hand.  What was she thinking?  She was acting
like Akira was a real boy and not her sister.  Akane might be
friendly towards Ukyou, but there would be no romance there.  The
other girls would soon realize that the handsome new boy had no
interest in Ukyou beyond friendship, and Nabiki would soon be
flooded by requests: What was Akira's favorite food?  What was his
favorite color?  Did he like sweaters?  Did he like scarves?  Did he
have a favorite type of movie?  And every answer would bring money
into Nabiki's pocket.  
     Then of course there were the real money makers, Nabiki was
already making some video captures from the film she had taken of
Akane and Ranma.  The ending may have been destroyed, but there
were some very clear shots of Akane standing by himself prior to the
time he had climbed onto Ranma. Nabiki had even taken the trouble
of inserting a tape scale in the pertinent spot. Not only would they
bring in the big bucks, but they would no doubt up the price she
could charge for the other information.  All in all they would go a
long way towards making up for the revenue she had lost from the
ruined film.
     After all, she had taken Akane's indifference to the girls into
account when she had come up with this scheme.  As long as Akane
showed no preference, all the girls would keep trying to catch his
eye, certain that they would be the one to do it.  That meant a steady
 income for Nabiki.     Best of all, Akane could not claim her
'sister' Ranko as a love interest in order to deflect the attention away
from himself.  Also part of Nabiki's plan.  Just as Ranma would not
be able to hide behind her engagement to Akane, and therefore
would supply Nabiki with a steady stream of boys interested in
learning all they could of her.  Nabiki well remembered how her
income dropped when Ranma and Akane's engagement became an
accepted fact.  
     To this day she kicked herself for being so eager to get a rise
out of Kuno she did not stop to consider the monetary implications of
informing him of Akane's new fiancee.  Well, she had been young
then, a year and more with Ranma as a house guest had honed her
business sense to a razor edge, and she would not soon make such a
foolish move again.
     "Don't worry Uchi, Akira is still available.  Trust me on this."
     "If you say so.  Say, do you think he likes sushi?  My uncle has
a restaurant you know.  Maybe I could ask him out myself."
     Nabiki could hardly restrain her glee.  Uchi was usually
contemptuous of the boys in the junior years.  If she was interested in
Akira, most of the other girls would be as well, and if Nabiki was not
mistaken, maybe a few of the younger teachers would be buying
information as well.  Of course Nabiki usually traded with the
teachers.  Being owed a favor could be worth far more than money at
times.
     Then a commotion drew her eyes back to her sister, and she
watched in surprise as Akane suddenly pelted off toward the corner
of the school, Ukyou in hot pursuit.  She wondered what had brought
that on?  O well, she could ask Akane at home.  Normally she would
have sent Uchi to see what the problem was, but she was
preoccupied.
     Where was that dratted girl?  Just then she felt something soft
and furry rub against her ankle.  At the same moment, Uchi
exclaimed.
     "How Kawai!!  She's adorable."   
     Looking down, Nabiki shifted her expression from relief to
censure.  Holding out her arms, she waited until the cream and pink
cat leaped into them, then turned to Uchi, and said.  "You take over
here.  I have some errands to run."
     "Right boss, you can count on me." Uchi said in her best
sucking up voice.  Nabiki did not notice, she was already walking
toward the gate, her cat held close to her face as she whispered in its
ear. 
     Uchi blinked in surprise, Nabiki getting all soft and mushy over
a cat.  Then a girl wanting to buy one of their general information
packets on Akira distracted her, and she went back to making
money.

     Nabiki had gotten over her worry, and was now angry at her
weakness.  As a result she snapped at Shampoo,  as she was pouring
hot water over the contrite feline."Where have you been!?  You were
suppose to be waiting for me as soon as I got out of school!" Nabiki
closed the lid on her thermos, taking her eyes off of Shampoo for just
a minute, while she focused on the container in her hand.  That was
all the opening the amorous Amazon needed.
      Shampoo glomped the startled Nabiki, and pressed her against
the wall of the alley they were in.  Any protest Nabiki might have
made was smothered by Shampoo's warm mouth covering hers.        
     
     Shampoo satisfied herself with a relatively quick kiss, and then
simply stood there holding Nabiki. She whispered in the brown
haired girls ear.  "Shampoo sorry she late, doctor only get to her few
minutes ago. Was Nabiki really worried about Shampoo?  Shampoo
miss Nabiki so much.  Think about her all day." 
     As Shampoo snuggled up to her, Nabiki tried to be firm, but
she had been thinking about the Amazon all day as well, and so for a
minute she simply enjoyed the feel of Shampoo's naked body
pressing against hers.  
     After a minute however, she reasserted her dominance by
shoving Shampoo away from her, and giving her a light swat on her
bare ass.  In a brusk voice, she said.  "Let me see.  I want to make
sure he did a good job."
     Understanding what Nabiki wanted, Shampoo bent her head
and pulled the hair away from the base of her neck.  Nabiki looked
closely, but except for a very slight redness, and an almost
imperceptible bump there was no sign of the implant. 
     "Very good, he seems to have done a good job.  It's really too
bad he's so clumsy as to allow his patients to escape though. 
Tomorrow we'll go and visit him again.  I'm sure he'll be quite
contrite over allowing you to get away.  That could come in useful in
the event I need a vet in the middle of the night . . . glumph"  Nabiki
staggered as Shampoo once again glomped her, and drowned out
anything she might say with a passionate kiss.
     "You do love Shampoo.  Shampoo knew you do."
     Nabiki was feeling a bit flustered. Shampoo's attention was
very stimulating, especially given what she was wearing, or not
wearing rather.  She was growing quite damp as a result of it. 
However, Shampoo seemed to be forgetting who was suppose to be
in charge here.  Nabiki brought her ragging hormones under control,
and reached up and squeezed one of Shampoo's breasts.  Not too
hard, but past the level of comfort.  Or it would have been on anyone
else.  Shampoo hissed in pleasure at Nabiki's touch, and actually
moved into the gripping hand, placing one of her legs between
Nabiki's and grinding her groin into her mistresses  thigh.  Nabiki
felt the nipple of the breast in her hand grow hard, as it pressed
firmly into the palm of her hand. 
     Annoyed, Nabiki reached around Shampoo's head and got a
good grip on her hair.  With a firm pull she signaled Shampoo to
back off, then using the Amazon's hair as a handle, she twisted
Shampoo's face around so she was looking up at Nabiki.  Then she
captured Shampoo's mouth with her own.  For a minute they stood
there, Nabiki holding Shampoo steady as she devoured her mouth. 
There was really no significant difference from their earlier position,
it was just that now Nabiki was the one in control, and that was the
way she liked it.  Finally, after what seemed like hours she broke the
kiss.  Both she and Shampoo had rather dazed expressions on their
faces.  
     Nabiki was the first to recover.  Giving herself a shake, she
extracted a bundle of cloth from her book bag. Shaking it out she
revealed it to be one of Shampoo's dresses and a pair of thin silk
slippers, the silk had compacted easily into a tight bundle, and had
gone into the small bag with little trouble. 
     "Here, put this on!" Nabiki ordered.  She watched
appreciatively as Shampoo shimmed into the thin silky dress, her
breasts sliding up the front of it like two rabbits swallowed by a
greedy python. Once Shampoo had fully slipped into the form
hugging dress, Nabiki pulled her towards the entrance to the alley,
once again using the younger girl's hair as a bridle.  They had only
taken a few steps when Shampoo suddenly pulled herself free from
Nabiki.  Before the startled Nabiki could react, Shampoo bodily
picked her up and thrust Nabiki behind herself.  Nabiki surprise
turned to understanding as a white form dropped from a nearby roof
top and blocked the alley mouth.
     In his usual manner of speech Mousse yelled out.  "Shampoo!! 
At last I've found you.  Why did you leave me all alone last night? 
Now that the fool Saotome has received her just rewards, surely you
can't still be interested in her?"
     "Mousse right.  Shampoo no interested in Ranma no more."
     Mousse was paralyzed with surprise, but only for a second. 
"Shampoo, my love!" He shouted, as he rushed forward to glomp
her.
     Shampoo suddenly found herself at a slight disadvantage.  She
normally had no trouble handling Mousse, but she was worried about
Nabiki, and as a result she divided her attention at the worst possible
time.  Even as she cursed herself for making a mistake she would not
have made as a child, Mousse's arms encircled her narrow waist and
pulled her tightly against his body.  His head lowered, and before the
startled Shampoo could react, he captured her mouth with his own.
As his mouth pressed firmly against hers, his hands slipped south of
her waist and cupped her firm ass, pulling her tightly against him. 
     The large bulge in his pants finally galvanized Shampoo,
unlike Ranma she had no trouble dealing with overly excited swains,
or ducks for that matter.  Her fist drew back six inches, and then
flashed forward as she rabbit punched Mousse right in the solar
plexus.  
     In all, from the time Mousse grabbed her, to the time he folded
over gasping for breath, about five seconds passed.  It was just
enough time for Nabiki to go over the edge.  She had watched in
outrage as Mousse had fondled her property, and a film of red had
dropped over her eyes, obscuring her vision.  Akane would have had
no trouble recognized the phenomena. 
     Mousse looked up at Shampoo, his eyes watering, he started to
mouth the word, why, when his eyes widened behind the glasses he
for once was wearing.  Shampoo startled by the look in Mousse's
eyes spun and fell into a defensive stance.  She recoiled from the
sight that met her.
     Nabiki was standing there, her hands clutched at her side, her
head lowered, and a powerful battle aura causing her hair and
clothing to flutter as if she were standing over a powerful updraft. 
Slowly her head lifted until her eyes could be seen, they were slitted
in anger, and glowing a fierce golden color.  The expression on her
face was one of utter fury.
     "How Dare You!!  How Dare You!  You little pissant
pipsqueak!  You sad excuse for a man!  You waste of space! you
utter nothing!  You worthless, pitiful, insensitive, unthinking, piece
of human gutter trash! How dare you touch my Shampoo!!"
     "Your Shampoo!?" Mousse, who had recovered from
Shampoo's blow with his usual speed, looked shocked, but then he
laughed out loud.  "I don't know what you're talking about. 
Shampoo is min . . . " 
     While Mousse had been speaking, Nabiki had crossed the space
between them in a blur.  Shampoo gasped in amazement, as Nabiki's
hand flashed towards Mousse's throat, but then her heart rose into
her own throat as Mousse easily intercepted Nabiki's attack and
captured her wrist in his hand.  Nabiki hissed in anger and lashed
out with her other hand, only to have that one captured as well. 
     Shampoo wanted nothing more then to dash forward and free
Nabiki, but such was not to be done.  Nabiki had to face this
challenge on her own.  That was the Amazon way.  For Shampoo to
interfere would dishonor her.  So Shampoo watched, face filled with
fear for Nabiki as Mousse forced her hands down behind her back
and pulled her into very nearly the same position Shampoo had been
in moments before.  Now the effects of the potion could be seen as
Mousse did something he would never have dreamed of doing a few
days ago.  Forcing Nabiki against his body he pressed his straining
erection against her soft belly.  Then capturing both of her wrists in
one hand, he used the free one to force her head back so he could
lower his mouth to capture hers. 
     Shampoo had seen enough.  To hell with Amazon law and
custom.  She was going to tear Mousse a new asshole!  Before she
could take more then a few steps however, the situation changed. 
Nabiki suddenly stopped resisting Mousse's pull, and instead
plastered herself tightly against his body, at the same time her battle
aura flared.  Shampoo felt as if she had been punched in the
stomach.  Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she witnessed
Nabiki grinding her body against Mousse's.  Then her eyes widened
as Mousse released his grip on Nabiki and started trying to force her
away from him.  Nabiki's freed hands flashed around from behind
her back and grabbed either side of Mousse's head, preventing him
from withdrawing from the kiss.
     Her aura grew brighter and brighter, and finally with a gasp
she tore her mouth away from Mousse's.  He sagged weakly against
the wall, and this time when her hand lashed out he was unable to
stop it as it closed around his throat.  Nabiki strained, and to
Shampoo's amazement, lifted Mousse's feet clear off the ground and
slammed him against the alley wall.
     "Yours?? Don't make _ me _ laugh." Nabiki said in a grating
voice filled with furious anger.  She closed her hand slightly and
Mousse's hands rose to hers as he tried to force Nabiki's grip away
from his throat.  For a second he seemed to be succeeding as her grip
loosened slightly, but then she grimaced and Mousse gave a gasp as
her grip once again tightened around his throat.  
     "Get this straight Duck boy, Shampoo is mine, now, tomorrow,
next week, and for the rest of her life.  If you dare touch her again,
 I'll make the last few minutes of your life a living hell!!"       As
she talked the aura around Nabiki increased even more, and small
sparks began to flair out from her hair, which by now was standing
straight out in a corona around her head.  The sparks intensified and
began to jump from Nabiki to Mousse.  Mousse flinched every time a
spark hit him.  And still the aura grew, until it reached out and
surrounded both Mousse and Nabiki, and forced Shampoo to turn
her head away to shield her eyes from the glare.  
     Then it started to fade, and Shampoo could turn her head back. 
Nabiki was standing there, a shadow of the battle aura still flickering
around her.  At her feet, Mousse slumped, looking not unlike one of
Hinako-sensei's victims.  His formerly white outfit was badly charred
and wisps of smoke rose from his hair. 
     "Is. . . is Mousse?" Shampoo started to ask, but then she shook
herself.  What did she care? Mousse had challenged Shampoo's
beloved, and paid the price for his foolishness.  She walked across
and stood in front of Nabiki, her eyes glowing with affection, surely
she had found a worthy mate, and this time there was no doubt
whether or not she cared for Shampoo.  Still, she could not help but
take a side way glance at Mousse, and perhaps she felt a little relief
when she saw he was still breathing, perhaps.
     Nabiki had a look of pure bliss on her face, and Shampoo could
see her eyes were dancing with joy while her body seemed to fairly
crackle with suppressed energy. Before Shampoo could say a word
she found herself being pulled into a rib cracking hug, and Nabiki's
once again kissed her with a passionate hunger.  Shampoo returned
it with interest.  She closed her eyes and darted her tongue forward
between her lips, and into Nabiki's mouth.   Nabiki responded by
reaching down and gripping Shampoo's ass tightly, digging her
fingers as far as she could into the Amazon's firm muscular
backside.  With a jerk, she pulled the shapely Amazon tight against
her body and ground her breasts into Shampoo's.  
     Shampoo was stunned by the strength she felt in Nabiki's
hands.  For a minute she wondered at it, and at how Nabiki had
manhandled Mousse.  Then she put aside those questions as being
unimportant.  Surrendering to the moment, she reached down and
cupped Nabiki's ass and returned the pressure. For a long while they
stood there, their hands roaming over each others body, savoring the
sensation invoked by the other's hands.  
     Shampoo felt as if she were being flooded with energy, a warm
flow seemed to run from Nabiki to her.  Everywhere they touched the
hairs on her skin stood out straight, and a slight crackle filled her
ears as the hair on her head flared out even as Nabiki's had earlier. 
Then suddenly Nabiki started to moan in an urgent tone of voice,
and her hips started hunching against Shampoo's. 
     Shampoo moaned in response, and she felt her sex pulse with
passion as a thin trickle of moisture ran down one thigh, but then her
eyes flew open and she stared in shock at Nabiki's face, an inch in
front of her own.  She quickly took inventory, soft skin, gentle facial
features, and cute little pointed chin.  Yes Nabiki was still a girl. 
She had not suffered any relapse from the instant Nanniichuan. 
Then what the hell was currently rubbing her sex through three
layers of cloth!?  It most certainly was not a sock.  
     Shampoo tried to pull away from Nabiki in order to investigate
a little more closely.  Nabiki moaned in protest, and with a strength
that was not to be denied pulled Shampoo even harder against that
mysterious bulge.  She ground herself hard against the purple haired
girl, and Shampoo gasped into Nabiki's mouth as the friction
between her legs started a fire in her loins. Then all thoughts of
strange unexplained lumps fled Shampoo's mind as fire raced
through her nerves, and her sex clenched spasmodically as an
orgasm crashed through her body.  She started hunching her hips in
time with Nabiki.  Nabiki moaned in response and redoubled her
thrusting.  
     Shampoo could never remember feeling so strong or full of life. 
Energy seemed to fill her to bursting.  Then Nabiki's motions
became irregular, and she slammed her hips fiercely against
Shampoo with a desperation the Amazon had never seen in the
usually cool girl.  Little urgent grunts passed from Nabiki's mouth
into hers.  Suddenly Nabiki shuddered, and she pulled Shampoo
tightly against her as all her muscles tightened and Shampoo felt the
flesh under her fingers go rigid as little shock waves raced through
her own body.  Then Nabiki slumped, and would have fallen if not
for Shampoo's arms around her.  Concerned, Shampoo shoved her
away and stared into her face.  Nabiki looked back at her through
half lidded eyes, an expression of utter bliss on her face.  Then her
eyes cleared and she looked up at Shampoo in puzzlement. 
     "Not that this isn't fun, but what about Mousse?" Nabiki
pushed herself away from Shampoo and turned to look at the mouth
of the alley, she staggered, and Shampoo placed a hand on her arm
to steady her.  "Whooo," Nabiki said, bringing a hand to her head to
stop it from spinning.  "Some rush." She looked at Mousse's charred
form laying against the wall, and turned and lifted an expressive
eyebrow at Shampoo. 
     "Not that I really mind what you do to him, but you might want
to take it a little easier next time.  I don't want anyone else putting
you in a cage but me.  If you kill the jerk, there won't be much I can
do to keep you out of jail."
     Nabiki turned, and with the cautious steps of someone who is
not entirely sure if their body will do what they want, made her way
to the mouth of the alley.  Reaching it, she looked back at Shampoo
who had not moved an inch since Nabiki's caution.
     "Well," Nabiki said in an impatient voice.  "Are you coming? 
Or are you just going to stand there admiring your work?  Come on,
chop, chop!  We have to get my mark on that cute little butt of
yours." With that Nabiki turned and walked out of sight around the
corner.  Shampoo finally shook off her paralysis and chased after
her, noting as she did that she still felt absolutely glorious.  
     Seconds later the alley was empty but for the still smoking form
of Mousse, and one seriously pissed demonic spirit. 


     "AaaaRRRRgggg," Urgant screamed in rage, "That bitch, that
little half breed bitch.  How dare she.  I'll rip her open. I'll feed her
guts to the dogs and make her watch.  I'll fill her holes with hot lead. 
I'll pluck out her eyes and use the bleeding wounds for my pleasure."
     This went on for some time before Urgant finally calmed down
enough to think rationally. Pacing back and forth in the alley,
occasionally walking a little too far and passing through the
surrounding walls, he tried to think of what he was going to do.  He
turned, and once again examined Mousse, then had to fight down a
resurgence of his anger when he once again confirmed that all the
energy freed by the potion was gone.  "Fucking bitch," he cursed. 
"The nerve of her. What do they teach youngsters these days?  In my
day if I'd stolen energy from a superior demon, I would have been
roasted on a spit, and my sexual organs would have been served slice
fine . . . while I was still alive." 
     As pissed as he was at the half demon stealing what he
considered his own, he was not really that surprised.  He would have
done the same thing himself if the opportunity presented itself.  It
was  her next action that had really driven him over the edge. 
Instead of hoarding the energy like a good little devil, she had given
it to her purple haired plaything.  Unthinkable, what sort of demon
would do such a thing?  She must have done it to spite him, there
was no other explanation. She was rubbing his face in his current
situation in as vulgar a fashion as possible.  "Well, the little bitch
will get hers soon enough."  
     Urgant's expression went grim as he went over his options.  It
was no longer an option to wait for enough energy to build up to
allow him to make a complete transformation into the Amazon's's
body.  There was too much risk of the little bitch taking it again
before he was ready.  The other option was also out of the question. 
After several days of hovering over Mousse he was doubly blessed if
he was going to share a body with the little pissant.  That left only
one course of action open.  He had not given it consideration before
because of the potential lethality of it, but now he was left with little
choice.  Besides, he thought, if he managed to pull it off, there would
be at least one nice little perk, namely a pretty little virgin of his very
own to play with.  A virgin that no one would miss, because no one
would know she existed.  
     Then, while no one was aware of what he was, he would
carefully build up his power base, accumulate energy, and when he
was ready he would take his vengeance.  That little half demon
would become his own private little cock slave.  She would exist for
no other reason then to service him for the next two thousand years. 
And, he would make sure she led a very busy time of it indeed.  For
the rest of her miserable life she would never have a single one of
her holes empty for longer then was necessary to keep her alive.


     Back at the school, Akane looked down at the unconscious body
of Miss Hinako, his face flushed and sweating.  The teacher was
laying on one of the beds in the infirmary, and the sight of her
massive breasts nearly spilling out of her top was proving very
distracting to Akane.  He felt his penis shifting in his pants, and
quickly looked away from her.  Where is Ukyou?  He thought.  She
went to find the nurse fifteen minutes ago.  What's taking her so
long?  A sudden moan from the recumbent teacher drew her
attention.  
     He moved closer to the bed and leaned over to look into
Hinako's face.  With only minor success he tired to block out all
thought of her glorious breasts from his mind, and focused all his
attention on the fluttering eyelids that indicated Miss Hinako was
waking up. 
     "Sensei, are you alright?  Are you feeling any better?"
     For a minute Miss Hinako's eyes did not seem to focus.  Then
they locked on to Akane's face, and began to glow.  
     Akane fought the urge to back off as Hinako's eyes began to
shimmer with a soft golden gleam.  Instead as she started to rise, he
placed both hands on her shoulder and gently pressed her back down
on the bed.  "Miss Hinako, I think you should rest.  You've had a
shoc . . .mhmppp." 
     Akane words were cut off as Miss Hinako threw her arms
around his neck and pulled him down to her.  Her mouth pressed
desperately against his, and her tongue thrusting deep into his
mouth.  For a minute Akane just stood there, his arms waving out to
the sides, bent over the passionate English teacher.  His mind had
seized up due to conflicting demands.  On the one hand, his rational
mind wanted very much to escape this embarrassing situation, but on
the other, his body was enjoying the sensation of Hinako's lush body
pressing against it very much, and cast its vote for staying just as
they were.  The sound of the door opening swung the balance over to
the rational side.
     Breaking Miss Hinako's lip lock with difficutly, Akane pushed
the struggling teacher away from him, and turned to the door.  At
the sight of Ukyou standing there his female instincts took over.  If
he had really been a boy, he would have made a bad situation worse
with futile denials.  He did not even think of denying the situation.
     "Ukyou, thank god!  She's gone crazy!  Help me get her calmed
down."
     Ukyou stood frozen in the doorway, her heart had nearly broken
when she had walked in and seen Akira forcing himself on Miss
Hinako, but his desperate cry for help had made her look at the
situation a little more closely.  A careful examination showed that
Akira was holding off Miss Hinako, and that she was trying to pull
him into a tighter embrace, rather than the other way around as
Ukyou had first thought.
     Leaping across the room, Ukyou helped Akira disengage
himself from the grasping teacher by the simple expedient of using
her battle spatula as a crowbar.  Once free, Akira quickly placed
himself out of range of Miss Hinako.  While Ukyou placed her battle
spatula between them and Miss Hinako, and used it to keep the
crazed teacher at bay. Akane took advantage of her defense to back
up to the door, and ease it open. 
     Seeing this, Miss Hinako cried out in a desperate voice. "No,
come back! I need you." Raising her arms, she used her ability to fire
off the energy she absorbed from people, to send a blast his way.  
     With a startled cry of,   "look out!!" Ukyou placed herself
directly in the path of the energy flow, trying to use her spatula as a
shield, and was blasted across the room for her trouble.
     "Ukyou!!" Akira cried out in shock.  Ignoring the collapse of
Miss Hinako, who had fainted after releasing her energy blast,
Akane dashed across the small room to where Ukyou was imbedded
in the wall.
     As he got there the Okonomiyaki chef fell out of the depression
her body had made in the wall.  Akira caught her before she could
hit the floor.  "Ukyou? Ukyou?  Are you all right?" Akane brushed
the hair away from Ukyou's face and peered frantically at her still
countenance. 
     Ukyou moaned in pain and her eyes fluttered open, "What?"
Then she squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her hands to her head. 
"O Shit, I hurt." 
     "Easy, take it easy.  You're going to be alright." Akane looked
over Ukyou with concern, concern that turned to anger when she saw
that she seemed to have suffered no serious damage.  "What the hell
were you thinking?" he shouted.  "Jumping in the way of that energy
blast like that!  You could have been badly hurt!"
     "You're welcome," Ukyou said, looking up at the large boy
holding her in her arms.
     Akane flushed.  "Sorry.  I appreciate the effort, really I do, but
you didn't need to do it.  I'm built big and strong enough to take my
own blows.  I don't want to be rude, but I've had my fill of other
people fighting my fights for me.  Promise me you won't do that
again.  I don't think I could bear it if something were to happen to
you because you took a hit meant for me." 
     Ukyou looked up at the handsome boy who was holding her. 
He cares, he cares enough to lecture me on not getting hurt. 
Suddenly a spasm shot through her body, she clenched her hands
tightly on Akira's arm and gasped as a wave of sensation rocketed
through her body.  An orgasm magnitudes larger than any she had
ever self induced wracked her.  Gasping, she stared wide eyed at
Akira, trying to control her body.  Her efforts were in vain, another
spasm shot through her body, followed by another.  
     Tears flowed from Ukyou's eyes, as the humiliation caused by
her body's betrayal made her flush in shame even as her body was
rocked by another spasm.

     Akane looked down at the thrashing girl in her arms in shock. 
Ukyou was having the same convulsions Ranma had suffered
through four days before.  How on earth?  Then it came to him, the
mysterious golden energy that Miss Hinako had drawn from Ranma,
the way she had reacted to Akane when she had woken on the
infirmary bed. 
     Miss Hinako had absorbed the magic that had caused Ranma to
suffer uncontrollable orgasms that night.  Then she must have
passed that energy on to Ukyou.  Akane shifted her grip to hold
Ukyou a little more firmly as another spasm shuddered through her.
     Akane was frantic.  What was he going to do?  He couldn't
cure Ukyou the way he cured Ranma.  Even as he denied that
possibility. the feeling of the attractive girl writhing in his arms was
having a strong effect on his libido.  He could fell his penis twitching
in his pants and his face was starting to turn red with passion. 
     No!!  I won't do that to Ukyou!  It would be no better then rape.
There has to be some other way!  Think, girl, think.  Doing his best
to ignore the girl in his arms, Akane went over the facts in his mind. 
Hinako had absorbed the energy from Ranma, but she had merely
been overly passionate.  There had been no sign of her having
orgasms.  Then she had blasted Ukyou with the energy she had
stolen from Ranma, and now Ukyou was suffering just like Ranma. 
That did not make any sense.  Why would Ukyou suffer like this
when Miss Hinako did not?  It had to be because of Miss Hinako's
weird metabolism.  Somehow it let her handle the energy better.
That was no help in the present situation however.  
     Wait, what was it they learned in science about energy.  You
could not transmit one hundred percent of a body of energy, there
was always loss. Miss Hinako could not have absorbed all of the
energy in Ranma, she had managed to run off afterwards, and she
would not have managed to do that without having energy.  And she
had not sent all the energy she had taken into Ukyou, because she
was still in her adult form.  So it stood to reason that Ukyou must
have a much smaller dose of energy then Ranma.  That meant there
was a good chance she would come out of it on her own, if only
Akane could keep her from hurting herself. 
     "I'm sorry Ukyou," Akane said to the thrashing girl in his
arms.  Reaching down he found the point on her neck he needed. 
Akane squeezed, and a second later, Ukyou's body went limp as the
pressure point Dr. Tofu had once shown him took effect. 
     Akane sighed in relief, but he knew this was only temporary,
she could not keep knocking Ukyou out like this.  It might cause
damage.  Not for the first time in the last few days, Akane found
herself wishing Dr. Tofu had not gone off into the wilds of China to
study herbal medicine. It would have made their life much easier if
he was still around to help them with these weird new problems. 
      Sighing, Akane stood up, and holding Ukyou in his arms made
for the door.  He would just have to cope the best way he could, and
right at the moment that meant getting Ukyou home where she could
get over this in private. 
     
     In the void, much closer, and not nearly so far away as before, a
bundle of energy threw a tantrum.  Or as much of a tantrum as a
mindless ball of energy with only the most basic imperatives could. 
It had been going so well, it had located the energy, and had initiated
pre-programmed instructions in order to convert that energy into a
more palatable form.  Then it had lost the connection it needed.  The
energy was still there however, and while it was could not be
absorbed in it's present state, it was still visible, the program would
follow it, and wait for the next chance to convert it to a more usable
form. 

     Careful as Akane was, he did not manage to leave the nurse's
office unobserved.  Ranma had not gotten very far after leaving
Akane before a wave of exhaustion had washed over her.  She was
forced to lean against the school and recover from the energy drain
Hinako had performed.  It had taken some time, and as a result she
was still nearby when Akane left the nurse's station with Ukyou in
her arms.  Ranma had witnessed this with a worried frown on her
face,  and had decided to find out what had happened.  She followed
as best she could, but even burdened Akane was making enough
speed that in her weakened condition Ranma had a hard time
keeping him in sight.  As a result she was a block or so behind when
Akane reached Ucchan's.

     
     Akane landed by the rear door of Ucchan's with a thump.  He
heaved a sigh of relief.  It looked like he had made it.  In order to
preserve Ukyou's reputation he had been very careful about slipping
out of the school yard, and once free of prying eyes he had taken to
the roof tops and using a roundabout route, had worked his way
carefully to the restaurant.  He had not been seen, but had ended up
traveling four times as far as he normally would have.  Light as
Ukyou felt in his arms, it was still a long way to carry her. 
     Now all he had to do was unlock the door and slip himself and
Ukyou inside, and they would be safe from prying eyes.  Akane
suddenly froze in the act of reaching for Ukyou's keys, and a blush
suffused his face.  Damn I forgot about that, he thought to himself. 
For a minute he contemplated kicking the door down, but decided he
really did not want to explain the broken door to Ukyou.  Why o why
did Ukyou have to keep it there.  Akane knew she was protective of
her restaurant, but sometimes she really took it to extremes.
     Steeling himself, he reached down to extract Ukyou's house
keys.  His hand had just nestled between her firm breast and the
bindings that covered it when with a slight moan Ukyou's  eyes
fluttered open.  Akane froze and could only stand there as Ukyou's
eyes ran from his face down to the hand that was currently fondling
her breast. 
     Akane committed the cardinal sin of perverts caught in the act,
"Aa I can explain, this isn't what it looks like"
     "Eek!!! Pervert," <CLANG>
     For the first time since acquiring his curse, Akane came face to
spatula with the first law of teen age males.  When caught in a
compromising position, their ability to dodge decreases by the square
of the degree of embarrassment caused to the girl.  In this case
Akane was rigid as a block of stone. 

     Ranma stuffed a hand in her mouth and folded over in
hysterics, she had arrived just in time to see Akane whomped by
Ukyou.  Knowing full well what would happen if Akane were to hear
her laughing she was using extreme measures to muffle her glee. 
Even with the hand shoved almost all the way into her mouth, she
barely managed to keep from alerting Akane to her presence.

     Ukyou stood panting over the comatose Akira.  How dare he,
the pervert.  Just when she was starting to like him, he had to go and
act like all the other hentais around here.  Then her eye was attracted
to a flash of silver in Akira's hand.  Her house keys.  Her hand flew
to her chest in a reflexive action.  She did not really need the
confirmation.  She would recognize that Okonomiyaki key tag
anywhere.  For a minute she fumed at this fresh evidence of where
Akira's hand had just been, but then she took stock of her situation. 
Why am I here?  I was in the nurse's station last I remember.  She
suddenly flushed as she recalled the convulsions that had wracked
her body. There was only one explanation for her presence at her
back door. Akira had to have carried her here.  But that would mean
. . . Suddenly mortified at her actions, Ukyou dropped to her knees
beside Akira.
     "O no, Akira are you alright?  I'm so sorry I didn't
understand."  The only reaction was a mumbled response.
     "Just five more minutes Kasumi." That was all Akira managed
to get out before his head lolled back in a dead faint. 
     "O damn," Ukyou swore.  Setting her battle spatula aside she
retrieved her keys from Akira's limp hand.  After opening her
backdoor she started the laborious process of dragging  Akira inside.
     She made two steps, before the convulsion hit her.  She fell to
the floor and writhed as her pleasure center was stimulated to the
maximum.  The program currently controlling the little ball of
energy had no interest in inducing any sort of positive reaction from
Ukyou, it merely wanted to convert enough of the raw magic in her
body to a usable form in order to waken it's primary function.  It did
not care if she enjoyed the process.
     Ukyou screamed out in pain as her muscles pulled her limbs
into contorted shapes.  She was on the verge of snapping tendons
and breaking bones when a light pressure on her neck sent her down
into peaceful darkness.

     Ranma stared down at Ukyou, her face beaded with sweat, and
a look of utter shock on her face.  She recognized the symptoms from
Nabiki and Akane's description, and she emphasized deeply with
what Ukyou had been going through.  She still remembered her own
feelings of helplessness and misery as her own body betrayed her. 
But, how had Ukyou gotten a dose of potion?  And why in hell had
she taken it?  If she had a curse, Ranma would have discovered it
long since.  Deciding that answers could wait till later, Ranma
picked up Ukyou with a grunt of effort, and stepping around the still
comatose form of Akane, she carried the unconscious cook inside
and upstairs to her bedroom.

     The small ball of energy hummed in contentment.  While it's
source of energy had been cut off prematurely, it had enough energy
to initiate transfer.  While it would have preferred to wait until it
could bring up it's sentient component, the situation had been
allowed for.  Once bonded to the bearer of the energy, it would be
able to absorb sufficient life force to initiate full reboot.  It proceeded
to make it so.  It downloaded itself into the comatose form of it's
new host and started to initiate full activation.  
     The program had a rather limited set of responses to a limited
number of situations.  It had been ordered to avoid energy reading of
a magnitude such as to indicate the host contained the complete
energy quotient of a Jusenkyo curse.  It had not been instructed to
avoid forms that contained a fraction of that energy.  Regent had
reasoned that any cursed person taking the potion in a correct
manner would be available as a host long before the energy level
reached a toxic level. After all, if nothing showed up within a few
days, he was dead anyway.  He had not known about Hinako.
     The program happily absorbed the last little bit of energy it
needed to activate it's primary function, then mindless of the
massive amount of energy already eating away at the barriers that
protected it's core personality, shut down to allow the maximum
amount of energy for the awakening program.


     Regent awoke, and because he was not human, and could react
at speeds far exceeding a purely biological entity, had enough time to
scream, "O SHIT," as a wave of energy crashed through the flimsy
barriers protecting him and washed over his awareness, blinding him
to everything except that brilliant golden energy.

     Akane came to himself sputtering as a small dribble of water
splashed down on his face, and into his nose and mouth. He raised a
hand and deflected the last of the cold water Ranma was in the
process of dumping over him.
     "Aa, the pervert wakes up, about time!"
     "Who are 'you' calling a pervert?  Pervert!"
     "I don't know, why don't we ask Ucchan?  Maybe she knows."
     Akane turned brick red, and he whispered while looking
around frantically for the Okonomiyaki cook.  "You saw?"
     Ranma smirked at her, "yep, everything.  You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, fondling a helpless girl like that."
     "RANMA!!  You know it wasn't like that!" Akane shouted as
he heaved himself to his feet and took a swing at Ranma, which the
small girl avoided with ease, a fact that surprisingly enough brought
a frown to her face. 

     Why couldn't she have dodged Kuno that easy, Ranma thought. 
As usual when she was out of sorts, or when she had something on
her mind, or had lost a fight unexpectedly, or when she had not
gotten enough sleep . . . O hell forget it, as usual when she was
awake, she let her mouth run.  "I don't know why I should know it
wasn't like that," she shouted back at Akane.  "You've been awfully
free with your hands lately.  I don't know why I shouldn't think
you'd be any different around Ukyou.  Far as I'm concerned you got
what you deserved when Ukyou belted you. . . Hey!  Let me go,"
Ranma cried out in surprise, as Akane swung a leg at her, and then
plucked her out of the air as she jumped straight up to avoid it.
     Akane had no intention of letting Ranma go, he was feeling
deeply embarrassed, and was looking for a way to relieve that
feeling.  Ranma as usual had obliged.  Stepping backward, he fell
into one of Ukyou's chairs, which groaned from the strain, but held. 
With a jerk of his arm he pulled Ranma across his lap. 
     "Cut it out Akane, this ain't funny!" Ranma yelled, but inside
she was secretly pleased, she had finally gotten a rise out of Akane. 
Sure, this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but it was
something a least, and really, it was no worse then Akane beating
the crap out her as per usual when Ranma went too far in her
ragging.  Akane ignored her half hearted shout of protest.  With a
look of complete seriousness he reached down and flipped Ranma's
school girl skirt up, baring her panty covered rear.  Up went his
hand, and then down, to splat against Ranma's ass.  Ranma was
vociferous in her objection to this treatment.  "Hey, I said cut it out
Akane!"
     Akane ignored her, "I _ told _ you _ what _ was _ going _ to _
happen _ if _ you _ got _ me _ mad!" Akane bit out between his
teeth, every word punctuated by a meaty smack as his hand crashed
down on Ranma's rapidly reddening rear.  Despite the stoic
expression on Akane's face, Ranma was very soon presented with
proof that he was not indifferent to the possibilities presented by
Ranma's current position.  She felt his cock rapidly becoming fully
erect, and it was soon as hard as a rock, and pressing firmly against
her thigh through the layers of cloth that separated their bodies..  
     Ranma earlier pleasure at getting a rise out of Akane was
diminished considerably by this new rise she was getting out of the
large boy, but the mind numbing fear that had overtaken her with
Kuno did not seem to be affecting her this time.  That did not stop
her however, from feeling a great deal of apprehension over the
situation she was in.  Akane had been all over her the last few days,
and despite Ranma's firm desire to not have sex with the male
Akane, she was not so sure that Akane was willing to go along with
that, and in his present form he had the muscle to back himself up if
he decided to ignore Ranma's wishes in the matter.
     Her fear was not diminished any by Akane's present actions.
Despite his words, the spanking Akane was administering was not
that painful.  It stung, no doubt about that, but it was far from
causing real pain; unlike some of the thrashings Akane had dished
out to Ranma on other occasions.  Rather then going for severe pain
and dislocated joints this time, Akane was caressing Ranma's bottom
cheeks as much as he was chastising them.  Ranma squirmed in
Akane's lap, as against her will, Akane's hand began to wring
pleasure from her.  The sharp pain from each of Akane's blows, was
intermixed with a soothing stroking sensation. The feel of that big
hand softly caressing her ass, which was still sore from her earlier
encounter with Kuno was having a very powerful effect on her. 
Once again she felt the telltale moisture between her legs that let her
know the potion was still in her system, and still causing havoc with
her emotions.  
     Still, despite the burning need in her loins, Ranma was no
where near falling into the panic stricken, muck sweat that had
overcome her in Kuno's grip.  She was in Akane arms, or rather
across Akane's lap, and that seemed to make all the difference in the
world. Ranma was once again experiencing the feeling of rightness
that seemed to fill her when ever she was in contact with Akane. 
Even it seemed, when that contact involved Akane blistering her
tender little rear.
     Another thing that was keeping Ranma from panic was that
unlike Kuno, Akane was only holding Ranma lightly in place with a
hand resting in the middle of her back, he was exerting no where
near his full strength, but rather was just resting his hand there with
no more pressure then that created by its own weight, and as a result
Ranma had no real sensation of being trapped, but as normal, despite
Akane's slack grip, Ranma made no real effort to escape her well
deserved chastisement. 
     As pleasure began to speed her heartbeat, and her breath started
to quicken, she allowed the sensation to flow over her, and she just
lay there enjoying the experience.  She would have never voluntarily
chosen her present position, but now that she was in it, she did not
find it onerous.  Akane's hand continued to alternate it actions,
gently swatting her rear one moment, caressing it the next.  She
started to grind her groin into Akane's thigh in rhythm with his
swats.  Pleasure spiked through her, and the heat and color in her
bottom were well matched by the flushed expression and sweat
beading on her face.  She hardly noticed when Akane's hand stopped
it's up and down motion, and just rested, slowly kneading her
muscular backside.
     She did notice however, when Akane's hand slid under the
band of her panties and with one quick motion stripped them down
to her knees.  Her eyes flew wide, and the lazy lethargy that had
overcome her vanished in a blink.  A spike of fear shot through her
belly and she jerked her head around in preparation to blasting
Akane for his presumption. 
     Her shout died in her throat when she spied Akane's face.  His
eyes seemed to be glowing  a soft gold.  And was that a hint of fang
showing behind his upper lip?  For a second she stared in surprise,
but her battle sense snapped her out of it. Ranma's twisting of her
upper body had almost freed her from Akane's loose grip, and she
hurriedly decided that she was seeing things, no doubt because of the
stress of the situation.  She moved to take advantage of Akane's
slack grip. A dozen possible actions raced through her mind, in less
then a second she considered and discarded them.  Most of them
would require that Ranma cause extreme pain to Akane in order to
be effective, and that was not something she was prepared to do. 
Then a new possibility occurred to her, one that had only a
peripheral relationship to martial arts.  But then, that was why her
 school was called anything goes. 
     One and a half seconds after Akane had pulled her panties
down Ranma acted.  Her hand flashed out, and her fingers slipped
into the soft spot under Akane's short ribs.  Akane, who had been
slowly stroking his hand up Ranma's inner thigh, let out a startled
"whoof," and his body twisted as if Ranma had stuck him with a
cattle prod.  He jerked his body desperately, trying to move away
from Ranma's burrowing fingers, to no avail.  Ranma followed every
move he made, digging her finger into Akane side, and bringing
tears to the large boys eyes as he tried to keep from whooping with
laughter.  He rolled Ranma off his lap in an attempt to escape his
tormenter, again to no avail.  Pausing only long enough to pull her
panties up, Ranma sprang at Akane.  Weaving around his flailing
arms, ineffective due to Akane's near debilitating effort to suppress
his laughter, she sent little digs into either side of the large boy's
waist.  Each one brought a stifled gasp of laughter from Akane, and
a jerk from his body.  Finally the chair he was sitting on, the victim
no doubt of one too many fights, choose that moment to collapse. 
Akane thumped down onto the floor, his eyes widening at the sudden
fall.  Ranma stopped her attack to stare at the fallen boy.  For a
second they looked at each other, then slowly a grin spread over both
their faces and Akane lunged at Ranma.  The battle was rejoined.
     Akane had little more luck standing then he had experienced
while sitting, he knew his only hope was to get a hold of the slippery
little devil, but she managed to keep always just inches out of his
hands, all the while lashing out with a carefully aimed foot or hand. 
It was not long before Akane was curled up in a ball on the floor,
 futilely trying to guard his aching ribs.                  Laughing
almost as hard as Akane, Ranma jumped astride him and started
trying to dig her hands down between his arms and body, trying to
reach the soft little spot under his rib that would continue to drive
him mad with laughter..  That was her undoing.  Akane flexed a
massive arm and pinned Ranma's hand in place.  Then too weak
from laughter to do anything else, he rolled to the side carrying the
small girl with him and pinning her under his heavy body.
     For a little while they just lay there, both breathing in great
gulps of air, trying to replenish lungs that were sore from laughter. 
After a while their breath and heartbeats returned to normal, and
Akane mock scowled at Ranma.  "You stinker," he said.  "You fight
dirty."
     Ranma cupped her hands under her chin and batted her
eyelashes at Akane, before responding in as Kawai a voice as she
could manage.  "I don't know what your talking about. I'm just a
poor helpless little girl who has to defend herself from big perverts
anyway I can."
     Akane laughed, and rolling over on his back, pulling Ranma
over on top of him as he did so.  He hugged the little girl to himself,
and for a second was tempted to resume what Ranma had
interrupted, but then he took stock of their current situation. Tables
and chairs had been shoved aside in their recent struggle, some
knocked over.  In the middle of all this was the shattered remains of
the chair Akane had been sitting on while spanking Ranma.
     "O no!" Akane said, "Ukyou's going to kill us."
     "What you mean us white man?  It was your fat ass that busted
the chair. . . Hey oww . . . stop that." Ranma said as Akane swatted
her rear.  Not wanting a repeat of her recent spanking, Ranma
hastily said. "Alright, alright, don't start all over again, or Ukyou
really will kill us."
     Suddenly Akane sat up, dumping Ranma onto the floor as he
did so.  "Ukyou!  Deities, where is Ukyou!?"  
     "Damn! Ukyou! I forgot all about her." Ranma said, slapping
her forehead with the heel of her hand.  "After she gave you what
you so richly deserved, she had some sort of attack.  I think it might
have been the same thing I had, but I don't know how it could be."
     "Miss Hinako," Akane said flatly.  "When Miss Hinako drained
you, she took out something different from what she usually takes.  I
don't know what it was, but it sure wasn't Ki.  When she came
around in the nurses station she went crazy and grabbed me.  When
Ukyou tried to help me, Miss Hinako blasted her with the energy she
took from you.  I don't know what it is, but it must be what was
causing your problems a few nights ago.  Ukyou, started having the
same type of seizure you did, so I used a pressure point and brought
her here."
     Ranma scowled at Akane.  "Planning on administering the cure
where you wouldn't be interrupted," she said in a voice that was
laced with jealousy.  She felt a sudden coldness, as she contemplated
Akane and Ukyou together.  Then she shook it off, she loved Akane,
Akane loved her.  That fact was the one good thing to come out of all
the craziness of the last few days.  Ranma would never again doubt
 Akane's affection.
     "What?" Akane asked, puzzled, then he turned bright red as he
grasped the implications. "Are you kidding, I couldn't do that to
Ukyou. I figured she must have only a small amount of whatever it
was, and that with a little rest she'd be fine."
     "Well, she still had enough in her to drop like a rock after she
whacked you.  I had to use a pressure point on her as well.  I took
her into her bedroom before I woke you up."
     "I'd better check on her," Akane said.  He rose from the floor
and walked around the grill and up the stairs toward Ukyou's room. 
After he had left, Ranma fell into thinking about her recent wrestling
match with Akane.  Her fight with Kuno had been weighing heavily
on her mind, it was not so much that she had lost, as why she had
lost.  As soon as she had felt Kuno's erection she had lost all rational
thought, and her fighting skill had fled with it.  She had blamed the
potion for it, but just now she had very nearly beaten Akane, who in
her present form would not even work up a sweat in taking Kuno
out.  She started to examine the situation, forgetting about the sexual
aspect of it, and looking at it from a purely tactical standpoint.  Her
recent tickle fight with Akane showed that she could fight back
against a stronger foe.  She had more skill then anyone this side of
Cologne.  Skill that could easily overcome her disadvantages.  So
long, that is, as she could get over the overwhelming fear that
rendered her helpless this afternoon.  A glimmer of an idea formed
in her mind, a horrifying idea, but one that might solve her problem. 
It was really horrendous, but Ranma would endure just about
anything to regain the self respect she had lost this afternoon.  
     Still, if Akane had been few minutes later in coming back from
looking in on Ukyou, Ranma would more then likely have thought of
something else, or talked herself out of the idea.  But Akane came
back at just the right moment, or the wrong one, depending on how
you look at it, and had barely set foot into the dining area when
Ranma blurted out.  "AkaneIwantyoutorapeme"

     Akane tangled his feet and almost fell on his face as he looked
in shock at Ranma. "NANI!?" he cried out.  "Are you out of your
mind!?  How can you joke about something like that after what's
happened?" Akane shock was fueled by his bodies reaction to
Ranma's blurted out request, his penis had hardened almost
immediately, and he had to fight down a nearly overwhelming  urge
to take Ranma up on her offer there and then. 
     
     For her part Ranma looked like she would give anything to
retract the words she had just spoken, but steeling herself she
continued.  Not looking at Akane she explained her request  "I'm not
joking Akane, I lost to Kuno . . . to Kuno, Akane!  I shouldn't have,
but I did.  I was so damn scared of what he might do to me if I lost, I
couldn't even focus on fighting him."
     "But . . ."
     "No buts Akane. If I had managed to fight him half as well as I
just fought you, I'd have beaten him easily.  When you pulled down
my panties, I panicked a little, but when I first started tickling you I
had no trouble focusing on what I had to do.  What you might do to
me if I lost never really entered my mind. I need to train Akane, just
like when ever someone came up with a style I needed to beat, I have
to train.  Before it was always just fighting, now it's different, but the
same thing should work.  I don't want to have sex with a guy, but
it's happened twice already whether I wanted it or not.  It might
have happened again if Kuno hadn't of been interrupted.  Akane if
Kuno had fucked me, I think I might have killed myself, I don't
think I could have handled it.  Ryouga was one thing, I respect his
fighting, and I know he was affected by the potion. Kuno is
something else altogether.  I know it's hard Akane, it's a lot to ask,
and I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but I'm asking you to
think about it." For the first time since she had started her speech,
Ranma looked at Akane, and big sweated.
     Akane was standing there looking at Ranma with eyes that
were fairly blazing with golden light, his breath was coming fast and
hard, and there was a very large bulge in his pants.  He took a half
step towards Ranma, and then seemed to shudder, with a moan he
turned away from Ranma and stood there with his hands clenched
tightly against his sides.  "Understand?" He said in a hoarse voice. 
"You don't understand anything!  You'd never have said anything so
stupid if you understood!"  Akane turned back to face Ranma.  "Do
you have any idea of how much I've been holding back for the last
few days?  Yesterday in the bath and shopping was fun, but when I
took you that first night, that was one of the most wonderful things
I've ever felt.  Feeling your body surrounding me, was, . . . was, . . . I
can't even begin to describe how it was, and now you ask me to rape
you!  Ranma I couldn't pretend something like that, I don't think I
could stop if we started."
     "GOOD!" Ranma said with great intensity.  When Akane only
looked at her in shock, she continued.  "It wouldn't be no good if you
were only pretending, I have to know that if I lose, I get raped.  I
love you Akane!" Ranma looked surprised at herself, "I love you,"
she repeated in a sort of wondering voice.  "I want to be a guy again
and make love to you when you're a girl, but just because you're a
guy and I'm a girl right now doesn't make me love you any less.  I
won't . . . I can't . . . make love to you like this, not freely, but if I
had no choice, I don't think I'd mind really.  And maybe, if we do
this, I can learn to deal with my fear."
     Akane looked at her, then once again turned his back on her. 
"I can't deal with this right now," he said in a hoarse voice.  "Look,
we have Ukyou to worry about.  Let's get the situation with her taken
care of, then we can talk about this.
     "We can't keep using that pressure point on her," Akane
continued, "we might do her some harm if we keep putting her out
like that.  I wish Dr. Tofu hadn't gone off to China to study herbal
remedies.  We could really use him for this.  I can't even imagine
how we could explain to another doctor what is going on."
     Ranma put aside her own concerns, she knew Akane was right. 
They had to help Ukyou. Besides she was just as happy to drop the
subject.  The speech she had just given had been illustrated in her
own mind by some very disturbing thoughts and images, images she
was not ready to face right now, images that caused a feeling of heat
to wash over her body.  Wrenching her mind out of the loop it had
fallen into, Ranma said.  "You got that right.  And I can't even
change anymore to prove to him we're not wacko."
     For a minute Akane thought about reminding Ranma that he
could now perform that function, but he did not want to rub Ranma's
nose in her situation, and besides, he was not sure he liked the idea
of putting himself on display in front of some stranger.  Instead she
focused on Ukyou.
     "But what can we do? If she wakes up again without being over
it, she might hurt herself. I thought you were going to break your
back when it was happening to you." Akane suddenly got a
thoughtful look, "wait a minute.  Maybe we could restrain her like
they do in the hospital, they have to deal with seizures all the time."
     "Where would we get something like that?  Rope ain't no good. 
If we tied it tight enough to restrain her, we'd end up doing more
harm then good."
     "Nabiki," Akane said, "she has a whole box of restraints in her
room.  You get over to the house right now, get back as soon as you
can, I'll keep an eye on Ukyou." Ranma gave her a doubtful look, but
followed her suggestion.  
     After she left Akane sat down.  He hoped she'd make it back
before Ukyou woke up.  If she didn't, Akane had the strength to
restrain Ukyou, but he'd rather not do that if he did not have to. 
Ukyou had only met Akira today, and finding him forcing himself on
her would be very traumatic.  If it came down to it Akane decided,
he would have to tell Ukyou the truth, there was no other way.  He
stood up with a sigh, and hoping Ranma did not get sidetracked,
started straightening up the furniture he and Ranma had knocked
over .

     Ukyou drifted in a blank white world.  There seemed to be no
up, no down, no reference points existed to focus her mind on.  She
could feel nothing under her feet, and when she tried to walk her
legs moved but there was no sensation of motion.
     "Ukyou?," a faint voice cried, causing her to whirl around
looking for the source.
     "Here, I'm here," she shouted.
     "Ukyou?," it came again, this time a little stronger.  Ukyou
spied a small speck of color in the distance, and watched as it very
slowly expanded to reveal . . . herself!  A naked herself she noted,
looking down she confirmed that this herself was fully clothed, so
the one coming toward her could not be a reflection.  When the
figure that looked like her was about fifty yards away it stopped. 
"Well, it's about time," it said, "I thought I'd never find you."
     "Who are you?" Ukyou asked.  "Why don't you come closer?"
     The other Ukyou looked surprised, then a smile flashed across
her face, and she sprang forward, a second later Ukyou felt a light
impact on her chest, and looking down she stared at the minuscule
version of herself that was cuddling between her breasts.  "Close
enough?" it asked, a hint of laughter in its voice.
     Ukyou was stunned, the figure had not been far off, merely
small, with no other object to use for a reference she has assumed the
duplicate was as big as herself.  Ukyou's stunned reaction ended
when her brain clicked into the fact that the little being was making
itself at home in her cleavage.  She fought down the urge to treat it
like she would have Happosai.  Other then gripping her bosom, it
had made no other hentai move.  So rather then trying to reduce its
thickness to that of a crepe with her spatula, she reached down and
plucked it from its perch with her thumb and forefinger.  Gripping it
firmly around the waist, she lifted it to eye level, and examined it
closely. The little mirror image made no objection, and Ukyou
examined her closely, discovering that the little creature between her
fingers was an exact duplicate of herself, right down to the small
mole on the inside of her thigh.  The only difference between her and
Ukyou was about five feet in height, the small Ukyou being only
about eight inches tall.
     "Who are you?" Ukyou asked once again.  "What are you?"
     "Well, I don't really have a name.  We spirits don't really need
one unless we're dealing with mortals, and you're my first one, so I
haven't got one yet.  As to what I am, I'm a Pooka, a spirit
companion.  Your spirit companion as a matter of fact. I'm here to
start your training in being a devil hunter."
     "Nani?" Ukyou exclaimed, "you're my spirit companion? . . .
and what do you mean, devil hunter?"
     "Just what the name says.  You're to be a devil hunter, you
hunt devils.  I would think that would be pretty clear."
     "I know that.  But why me?  Are you sure you're not suppose to
be talking to Ranchan."
     "Who"
     "Sorry, Saotome Ranma, he's the one that usually ends up with
this sort of business. I usually only tag along after him when I'm
involved."
     "Just a second." The spirit took on distracted air, and she
seemed to be staring at nothing, "accessing" she murmured to
herself.  "Saotome Genma, Saotome Nodoka, Aa here we are,
Saotome Ranma." She was silent for a second, her lips moving as
she read something Ukyou could not see.  Then a small moue of
distaste crossed her face.  "That's it then, she's not eligible, no
longer a virgin.  A spirit can't bind with a non-virgin.  No spirit
companion, no devil hunter."
     Ukyou felt as if a knife had stabbed her in the stomach. 'No
longer a virgin' echoed in her mind, causing her to disregard the
gender reference.  She supposed that she'd always known in an
abstract way that Ranma and Akane would do it someday.  They'd
have to wouldn't they, but to be confronted with the actual fact that
Ranma had experienced that with someone other then herself . . .
well, she found that she had not put Ranma as far behind her as she
had thought.
     "Hey, you alright", the spirit asked in its high pitched version
of Ukyou's voice.
     "Aa . . . just, . . . just fine." Ukyou said, trying to control the
pain in her chest.  In an effort to drive certain images from her mind
she tried to focus on what had prompted this revelation.  "Devil
hunter, why me?"
     The spirit shrugged.  "You have the latent ability, good
background in your martial arts training, a source of magic for me to
tap to make the binding we need, and to supply you with your
weapons,  and, o yes, there's a demon  downstairs in your
restaurant."
     "Nani?  A demon?  In my restaurant?  The bastard!  How the
hell do I get out of here!?  I'll kill it!  Has it hurt anything yet?"
Ukyou snapped out at the spirit who was rather overwhelmed at the
barrage of questions and remarks.
     "Easy, take it easy, this is limbo, no time passes here.  We have
all the time in the world." 
     Ukyou was paying no attention, the news that a demon was in
her precious restaurant had driven any ability to think rationally
right out of her.  Holding the little spirit up to her face she snarled at
it.  "Get me back there NOW!!" The spirit big sweated. 
     "I . . . err . . . that is . . . I can't."
     "What _ do _ you _ mean _ you _ can't!?" Ukyou bit out the
words, and looking very much like she was ready to start bitting
something else.  
     Turning pale the spirit lifted a placating hand.  "Until you wake
in the mortal realm, I can't send you back. Please, give me a chance. 
How about if I show you your restaurant, would that satisfy you?"
     "DO IT!"
     "Just lift me close enough to touch your eyelids." Her face wet
with sweat, the little demon reached forward towards Ukyou's eyes,
which closed instinctively when her hands got  close.  Her hands
touched Ukyou's eyelids, and suddenly she could see the interior of
her restaurant. She frantically took in the signs of destruction, her
anger growing, then with a start she realized that with the exception
of one broken chair, the only thing wrong was some disarranged
furniture that a large figure was already placing back in their proper
places.  Focusing in on the figure that was standing frozen in place,
she blinked, ending the spell.  Looking into the face that so closely
resembled her own once again, she said.  "I don't understand, there's
no demon there.  The only person I saw was Akira Tendo."
     The little spirit frowned, "Akira Tendo?" she said in a
questioning voice.  Once again she went into what ever trance she
had gone into when Ukyou had mentioned Ranma.  In a second she
came out of it.  "Nope, only Akira Tendos I can find are all far away. 
The only person currently in your restaurant is the baby demon
Akane Tendo, who you need to kill."
     "Nani?  You're crazy.  Either that or you showed me the wrong
thing.  The only person I saw was Akane's cousin Akira, and I can
certainly tell the difference between a five foot girl and a six foot
plus guy."
     The spirit gave a long suffering sigh and once again went into
her unfocused act.  When she came out of it this time she looked a
little red.  "You're right, I'm sorry, that is Akira Tendo, but he's
only existed for two days, he's really the cursed form of Akane
Tendo."
     "NANI?" Ukyou practically screamed.
     "That's right, seems she was doused with some spring of
drowned demon water, and that's why you have to kill her, or him as
the case may be."
     Ukyou was in a state of shock, brought on by the sudden
realization that the boy she had spent the day lusting after was really
a girl, and one of her best friends to boot, but that last statement
brought her out of it.
     "Kill Akane!  Are you out of your mind?  She's my friend.  I
can't kill her."
     "It's because she is your friend that you have to kill her.  Do
you want her too live to experience the demon taking over her body,
slowly devouring her soul, watching in horror, unable to do anything
to prevent it, while it does horrible things to the ones she loves? 
Believe me, the kindest thing you can do for her is to kill her before
she suffers through that.  It will be easy, the demon is still asleep. 
She trusts you, nothing would be simpler."
     "Forget it!  There is no way in hell I'm going to kill Akane.  If
I've learned one thing in the last year it's that you never give up,
there is always another way.  Ranma will help, he may not be a
virgin, and not eligible by your standards,  but he won't let anything
happen to Akane, and I'd never bet against him in any sort of a
battle." Ukyou directed a fierce gaze at her duplicate. "Talk, there is
never just one option.  What else can we do to save Akane?"
     "There is nothing, killing her is the only way." The tiny girl
said, but she could not meet Ukyou gaze. 
     Ukyou narrowed her eyes, "You're lying!  There is some way. 
Talk damn you!" Ukyou squeezed her hand, making breathing
difficult for the spirit.
     "No!  It's too disgusting.  No one would do it.  Look, I know
it's hard for you but face it, the only way you can save your friends
soul is by ki . . . Urk" Ukyou griped the little one tightly driving the
air from her lungs and stopping her speech.
     "I told you, that is not an option.  Now spit it out, what is this
disgusting thing I have to do to save Akane?"
     A look of absolute revulsion crossed the little spirits face. 
Spitting the words out as if they were poison she said,
"Youhavetohaveintercoursewithhim."
     For a minute Ukyou looked blank, as she ran the fast spoken
sentence through her brain, then she blushed furiously. "You're
joking, right?" she asked the spirit, who would not meet her eyes.  
     With a  great deal of reluctance the Pooka explained.  "The
particular demon that is involved here is from the Shikima realm. 
They are lust demons, as long as Akane has frequent sex, she or he,
is safe, the demon will remain quiet, happy to savor the sensation
through their shared link.  If Akane does not indulge, the demon will
grow restless, take over her/his body, and devour her/his soul, then it
will go on a rampage raping every female it can get its hands on. 
You see now why you have to kill him.  You're just a beginner.  You
won't be ready for a full fledged demon for a long time, but right
now you can stop this particular demon before if fully wakes up."
     Ukyou shook her hand, rattling the little spirit until her eyes
were pinwheels.  "I keep telling you that killing Akane is not an
option.  What about Ranma?  You said he was no longer a virgin. 
So it's obvious that he and Akane are having sex." Ukyou felt a fresh
stab of pain at her words, but she shoved it aside while she waited for
the spirit to answer. 
     "No good, the demon is connected to her through her male side. 
That means Akane has to have sex as a male with a girl.  Girl to girl
won't provide the stimulation the demon requires to stay quiet.  
Ranma is not willing to have sex with the male Akane, and does not
know about what will happen if she does not.  We don't have time
for her to come around, the demon is getting frustrated."
     Ukyou turned pale, it was starting to look like she would have
no option, Ranma might have accesses to a female body, but he was
too manly to easily give that body to a male Akane, and by the time
he did, it would more then likely be to late.  "All right," she said.  "If
that's what it takes, that's what it takes.  How do I get out of here?"  
     "You are almost awake in the other realm.  In a few seconds I
can send us there.  Please reconsider, you don't know what you're
getting yourself into. The demon has already affected your friend to a
certain degree.  He won't be gentle with you, and I'll be no help to
you at all for awhile"
     "I've been hurt before.  I've faced death before. Akane has laid
it on the line for me and others on more then one occasion.  I can
take what ever it takes to help her this time.  Now Get Us Out Of
here!" The little spirit quailed in front of Ukyou wraith.  Lifting her
hands she gestured, and the white disappeared.  Ukyou blinked her
eyes, and for the first time in what seemed a very long time saw
something besides unrelieved white.  She was back in her room
laying on her bed staring at the ceiling.  A small weight on her chest
made her look down.  She started in surprise when she saw the small
body of the spirit.  Obviously she was no longer fully a spirit, as she
was clearly in the mortal world, and equally clearly had physical
substance.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored.  She
barely twitched when Ukyou lifted her off her chest and cradled her
in her hands.  
     Opening her eyes she stared at Ukyou, and whispered in a voice
almost too faint to be heard.  "So tired, have to rest. It's up to you
now. I hope you won't regret this." Then with a small sigh her eyes
closed and she went limp.  For a second, Ukyou was afraid she was
dead, but then her chest rose slightly as she inhaled.  Gently Ukyou
stood up, opening her top dresser drawer, she lay the little creature
down among her socks and panties.  
     "You should be safe here, I'll try not to let you down." Ukyou
murmured, before gently sliding the dresser drawer shut.
     Ukyou ran a hand over her chest, instinctively checking the
placement of her shurikens.  Her battle spatula was leaning in a
corner, and she slung it over her shoulder.  Pausing for a second in
thought, she decided she would need more then this.  Walking over
to her closet she extracted a few, small, tightly wrapped paper bags. 
Then ready for the battle, she left.

     Akane had barely finished straightening the last chair when he
heard a hesitant voice behind him.
     "Akane?"
     Turning, Akane looked at the figure standing at the bottom of
the stairs.  "Ukyou," he said, "Are you all right?" Then the fact that
the cook had address him by his real name registered.  "You know? 
About me?" he stammered out.
     "Yes," Ukyou said simply, looking him straight in the eyes
trying to find some trace of her friend in this muscular, and very
attractive man. 
     "I'm sorry Ukyou.  Ranma and I never meant to hurt you.  We
just hoped my curse would wear off in a few days, and no one would
ever know what had happened to me."
     "Ranma?" Ukyou looked surprised for a moment, but then her
face cleared.  "Aa, I see, Ranma is Ranko.  I should have seen that I
guess, once I knew who you really were.  Must have been a real bitch
to get him to stay a girl, not to mention dressing like one."
     Akane started to explain, then stopped, there was no need to
tell Ukyou the truth about Ranma, not yet.  There was still a chance
she might return to normal.  "Ukyou, are you all right? You took a
nasty blast from Miss Hinako . . ." he was interrupted when Ukyou
broke in on his question.  
     "We don't have time to worry about me Akane, I'm feeling a
lot better now.  It's you that we need to worry about."
     "Me."
     Ukyou ran a hand through her hair, trying to come up with
some way to explain.  "Look, this is going to be hard to believe, but
I've found out that the curse you have is not the Nanniichuan curse. 
It's spring of drowned Shikima demon, and unless you can keep the
demon spirit happy, it'll take over your body and eat your soul."
     Akane stared at her in shock, but the explanation struck a
chord.  He had never really been happy with Nabiki's explanation of
why the curse seemed to be permanent, maybe this was the real
reason.  Nabiki certainly would not have wanted to mention she had
screwed up that big.  Looking at Ukyou, Akane said, "that would
explain a few things. I don't suppose you learned how to get rid of it
at the same time you learned what it really is?"
     "Sorry.  No.  My source could only tell me how to keep the
demon quiet and content.  Damn, I should have asked about
exorcism, I never thought of it." Ukyou said in chagrin, then she
shook her head, "No that can't be an option. I have to think the spirit
would have told me if that was an possibility.  The only solution she
seemed to think was doable, was to kill you."
     "Nani?" Akane said is shock.
     Ukyou hastily reassured him, "whoa, don't worry. I told her
that was not an option, around here we don't give up that easy."
     "I'm glad to hear that, but who is this spirit you're talking
about?"
     "I don't really know.  She says she has no name because she
has never dealt with humans before.  She says she's a Pooka, which
is apparently some sort of spirit guide, and that she was here to turn
me into a devil hunter."
     Akane blinked at that.  "Devil hunter, cool." Then his
expression grew grim, "I suppose I was supposed to be the first
demon you dealt with.  I don't really feel like I've been possessed.
It's been weird the last few days, but that might just be because I've
been a guy for awhile.  Did she ever give you an alternative for
killing me?"
     Ukyou blushed, then in a rather hesitant voice she said, "she
said the demon was from the Shikima realm, and that it was a lust
demon."
     Now Akane blushed, as he suddenly remembered all the
instances over the last few days when he had seemed to be able to do
nothing but think about sex.
     Ukyou continued, she had not been looking Akane in the face,
and had not seen the look that had crossed it at the mention of the
lust demon.  "The spirit said that the demon would be happy to just
lay there and be quiet as long as you gave it what it wanted."
     "What does it want?"
     Here Ukyou looked around the room while tapping her
forefingers together, a blush turning her face cherry red.  "She said .
. .  Aa that is . . . seeing as how it's a . . . lust demon . . . you see . . .
if you . . . you know if . . . you have sex it will . . . be happy and . . .
won't try to get free."
     "But I have been having sex." Akane blurted out before he
could stop himself.  Then realizing what he has said, he blushed as
hard as Ukyou, and also found himself unable to meet her eye.
     Ukyou looked like she was about ready to suffer a stroke, and
the pain in her chest brought on by Akane's words made her feel like
she was about to have one as well.  Shoving aside her feelings she
explained further.  "The spirit said that it wasn't any good, you
having sex with . . . Ranma." Ukyou let out a small moan at saying
those words, but kept going.  "She says the demon is male, and that
you need to have sex with a girl, while you're a guy I mean." Ukyou
finished off in a rush.  "So that's why I'm here. Akane have sex with
me, it's the only way to save your soul."
     Akane looked bug eyed at the brown haired Okonomiyaki chef. 
"Have sex with you?" Suddenly a suspicion crossed Akane's mind,
"Ukyou, are you sure you're not feeling a little strange.  That energy
Miss Hinako blasted you with, I've seen it before, and it can have
some strange effects.  Why don't you lay down for a little while, and
we can talk about this when you've had a chance to fully recover."
     "No!  We have to do this now.  The spirit said the demon's soul
was getting restless, and if you didn't do it soon, it would start to eat
your soul.  Look, come up stairs, I'll show you the spirit."
     "The spirit is upstairs?"
     "Yes!  Well no, it's not a spirit anymore, it came into the real
world.  It has a solid body now.  I have it in my panty drawer, come
up and take a look."
     "You want me to go up to your bedroom,?" Akane asked. 
Ukyou nodded her head, "and then you want me to look into your
panty drawer." Again Ukyou nodded, a little hesitantly this time, "at
a spirit who told you that you had to have sex with me to save me
from a demon." This time Ukyou's nod was very slight, and her face
was again very red.
     Akane sighed, "Ukyou, trust me please, I'm not possessed by a
demon.  You are under the effect of some sort of weird energy that
Hinako absorbed from Ranma.  You and I do not have to have sex. 
If you will just go up to your room and rest, I'm sure everything will
be much clearer . . . Ukyou, what are you doing?" The last bit was in
relation to the small bag Ukyou had extracted from somewhere
inside her shirt.
     "I'm sorry Akane, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."
Ukyou said, then she threw the small bag hard at Akane, while
shouting, "Flour Bomb revised, Sleepy time flour bomb." The bag
struck Akane and burst, enveloping him in a vast cloud of white,
sleeping powder laced, flour.  In front of him, Ukyou pressed a damp
cloth over her mouth and nose, behind him the door opened, and
Ranma walked in, her vision obscured by the large box she was
carrying. 
     Ukyou heard a heavy thump, and winced, then her expression
grew puzzled as she heard a double thump.  Peering into the
dissipating cloud of powder, she soon made out as expected, the
comatose body of Akane, but unexpectedly, the slight figure of
Ranma was also laying on the floor, and besides her, a large
cardboard box.  Ukyou frowned, this was a complication.  Then her
expression firmed.  She was now a devil hunter, at least for the short
time remaining while she was a virgin, and she would do her duty. 
She would save Akane.  "Friends don't let friends become
possessed." She said in a determined voice.  She started towards the
two figures laying on the floor, a resolute expression on her face.