Subject: [teaser][lemon][ranma/xover]Lemonade Punch#6:VideoGameGals...
From: paladin
Date: 5/3/1997, 12:19 PM
To: FANFIC

        Hiya all, this is just a rough preview of Lemonade Punch#6... right
        now it is titleless so I need help with that.  C&C would be great,
        and tell me if you like the direction it's going in.  If you can tell
        at all that is.  Thanks.
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Lemonade Punch#6:Untitled
11/10/96
5/3/97

        This fic is dedicated to the Queen of Fighting Games, Chun Li!
        To start with I want to say this belongs in RAAC because Ranma is in
        it.  Sure all the other characters come from video games, which I
        love and was once my life's work, but I ensured that all of them had
        an anime adaptation or manga series or at least a doujinshi... so
        there!  They all belong!  Second, there's a universal translator in
        this fic allowing all the characters to speak English, and without
        accents.  This saves me the trouble of writing "Vat?" instead of
        "What?" and "I dinna" verses "I did not."  Somehow, Shampoo seems to
        be immune....  A side note:  I know Cyborgs are half-human/half-
        robot beings and that the androids from SF2 aren't real cyborgs...
        but they call them cyborgs so I am too.  If this story fails to
        follow the continum of the seperate characters, this is because of
        either my ignorance or lack of a clear story to begin with.  Check
        out the Author's notes to see where my sources come from.

        Rally Vincent- Gunsmith CATs and Riding Bean Animes (Yes I know there
                is a manga with a different story line but I've only seen the
                anime, all right?)
        Lodoss/Xanadu/Ikari(Bob)
        -=-=-

                "KAIYAAA!!!!"
                The masked ninja leapt over the unsuspecting girl and knocked
        her down with a powerful sweep kick.  Instantly she flipped back to
        her feet and tugged on the belt of her gi, reassuringly.  The ninja
        smirked with confidence under his cowl and drew his hands back.  The
        girl gasped in anticipation... it paid off; she sailed over his ki
        attack.  The battle continued onwards.  Never was there a battle so
        fearsome.  Never was there a battle so bloody... so vicious... so...
        so... so *short*.
                "YOU *LOSE*!", the game's announcer taunted.  Ranma threw
        down his controller in frustration as Nabiki beat him yet *again*!
                "Why don't you just give up, Ranma?"
                "It's his pride, of course... he can't let it go.", Akane
        commented.  Ranma shot her a dirty look then ignored her and rolled
        up his sleeves.
                "I'm just warming up... hey, Kasumi!", Ranma called out to
        her as she passed the den, "Wanna go a round or two?"
                "Well I've got a few more chores left to do... but, okay!"
        Kasumi set down her laundry basket and picked up a game pad.  "I'm
        afraid I'm not very good at these games.  I don't think I'll provide
        you with much of a challenge..."
                "Oh, that's okay... it's just a game, right?", Ranma grinned
        evilly as he smelled blood.  The prospect of annihilating the one
        person who didn't have an ounce of violence in her, would be a much
        needed boost to his ego.  There was no *WAY* he could lose... but of
        course... he did.
                "AURGH!!!  One more time!"
                "Okay."
                "DAMN!  One more time!"
                "Fine."
                "One more time!"
                "All right."
                "Okay this is the last time and I'm not holding back!!!"  The
        frustrated gamer grit his teeth as he awaited the announcer's signal
        to let blood.  As soon as he yelled "FIGHT!" Ranma went berserk.
                "Tenshin AMAGURIKEN!!!"  Ranma slammed the keypad furiously
        as Kasumi simply held the block key.  Ranma's controller began to
        smoke as sparks began to fly from the gaming console.  Finally Ranma
        sat panting with a ruined controller in his hand.  His character
        panted with him, its shoulders slumped in exhaustion, as Kasumi's
        character walked up to it and gave it a light tap.  Ranma's character
        fell over.
                "YOU *LOSE*!"
                "Bah!  Who cares anyway?  *REAL* fighting takes skill!!  What
        is with these stupid games?  Nothing like this ever happens in the
        *real* world!"
                "Sour grapes.", Nabiki commented.
                "What?!", he turned upon her.
                "Nothing."
                                        -=-=-
                LEMON DREAM
                That night, Ranma tossed and turned in his bed... he flipped
        several times before he fell off the bed and landed on the floor.
                "Ouch!  Goddammit!  I was just- hmm?"
                *<BRRROOMMMM!!!>*
                *<CRACK!!!!>*
                Flashes of purple lightning lit up the midnight sky revealing
        dark gray and swirling clouds.  Ranma looked up at the maelstrom and
        vaguely remembered his dream.  A storm was brewing- something was
        coming...
                                        -=-=-
                "WHA- *<cough,cough,gag,gag>* WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?"
                "Finish chewing your food before you speak, Ranma.  You're no
        good to us if you choke to death."
                "Akane, didn't you just hear what she said?!?"
                "I think it's a great idea... wish I had thought of it myself
        you know.", said Kasumi.
                "It's the only time we can do it, Ranma.  Uncle Saotome and
        Mr. Tendo are away on their little trip so we should try to go on our
        own vacation now!", Ranko said.
                "No way, we've barely planned a thing!  Where would you get
        the money?  Nabiki, you'll never pull this off."
                "Why not?"
                "Come on!  You want to arrange a trip for all of us, and
        *others*, to go to some island paradise?  You want us to enjoy
        ourselves there, despite the fact we haven't got a cent, *AND* you
        want us to make it here back in time before our fathers get wind of
        what we have been doing!?!?!"
                "I think you understand now."
                "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?"
                "Trust me.  Everything will be fine."
                "EVERYTHING WILL BE- ?!?  ....  Wait a minute, what am I
        getting so worked up about?  This will never happen!", Ranma smugly
        crossed his arms.  Just then a whipping sound which had been present
        in the background started becoming more and more prominent.  The
        whirring and roar of wind could be heard as it approached.
                "WHAT THE-?!"  Ranma ran outside only to be blasted by a
        heavy gale.  His head jerked up to view the source of the wind and
        noise.  Nabiki tapped him on the shoulder and smiled.
                "Hey, I believe that's our ride now!", she called over the
        wind.  Ranma looked, dumbstruck at the vehicle.
                "A *HELICOPTER*?!?!"
                "Well, I wanted a lear-jet but they said they wouldn't be
        able to land it in front of the Dojo."
                "..."
                                        -=-=-
                After the copter landed and turned its engines off it simply
        sat there.  No pilot exited or hailed, and the one-way glass made it
        impossible to see inside.  Ranma ranted and raved for about an hour
        at Nabiki saying how crazy she was and how they'd all go to prison
        for this; but he quickly gave up as the guests began arriving.
        First, came Miss Hinako.  She wore a large straw hat, round sun-
        glasses, and a long spring flower-print dress and held two small
        pieces of luggage.  She obviously knew in advance about the trip.
                "Nabiki!!  How long have you been keeping me in the dark?!?
        Do you know how much this is going to cost?!?  The Dojo already has
        bad credit!!!"  Nabiki just smiled and let Akane work as a pacifier
        for Ranma.  That didn't last long, though, as she couldn't do that
        kind of thing in front of Ukyou, who arrived next.
                "Ranma!", she beamed brightly, when she saw her one and only
        true love, "Thank you so very much for inviting me on this trip!  I
        just can't wait to show you the swimsuit I bought!"  Ukyou winked at
        him lecherously and gave him a quick hug.  "So Ranchan-", she paused
        and looked from Ranko to Ranma and blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, I
        mean this one.", she pointed to Ranma, "Were exactly are we going?"
                "That's something I'd like to know myself!", he said crossly.
                Finally, came a little surprise.
                "Airen!", Shampoo shouted in glee trapping Ranma in her vice
        like embrace of death.  "Shampoo, miss you so much!!"  After escaping
        her strangle hold, Ranma held her back with one arm.
                "Soooo, Shampoo, heh, long time no see... what are you doing
        here?", he laughed weakly.
                "Silly Ranma!  You no remember inviting Shampoo on *romatic*
        vacation to island?  Hah hah, you funny!  What Shampoo wondering is
        why all these other people going... Shampoo thought Ranma be *alone* 
        with Shampoo... make up lost time.", she purred as she rubbed against
        him like a cat.  He very motions were making him upset.
                "Uh, I've got to make a few last minute preparations- excuse
        me!"  Ranma dashed off taking Nabiki by the arm and into the kitchen.
        "Okay, Nabiki... Hinako I can understand.  Ukyou I can live with.
        But who went and invited Shampoo?!?"  Nabiki smiled and shrugged.
                "She says you did."
                "AURGH!!!"  Ranma went back into the kitchen to hear Akane
        talking with Shampoo.
                "...the pleasure of your presence from being around?"
                "What keep Shampoo away?!  It you sisters!  Just like pervert
        Akane!  Last time Shampoo come to Dojo, pervert sisters touch Shampoo
        in funny ways!!  Scare Shampoo like crazy, almost want to kill Akane
        and Akane sisters... but Shampoo know Husband no like that.  Shampoo
        only here today because Husband invite me!"
                "Shampoo, are you from China?  I've done a lot of training in
        China-"
                "Huh?  Why Ranma girl-type not know me?"
                "This is Rank-"
                "AIYYAAHHHHH!!!!", Shampoo screamed at the sight of two
        Ranmas.
                "Calm down!  This is Ranko, my cousin."  Shampoo examined the
        girl then pushed her over to Akane.
                "Good!  Then pervert Akane have her and Shampoo take you!",
        she said as she hugged Ranma.
                "HEY!  What about *ME*?!", Ukyou stormed.
                                        -=-=-
                "Hey, how's this chopper going to take us all the way?",
        Ranma asked as he peered out at the large expanse of blue below.
                "The island actually not that far from Japan-"
                "Where is the blasted place, anyway?!"
                "It's too small to be charted, Ranma.  I could tell you the
        co-ordinates if you really want to-"
                "Forget it.", he grumbled.
                "Nabiki, who's piloting this thing?"
                "No one."
                "WHAT?!?", everyone panicked in unison.
                "Relax, it's fully automated."
                "Automa- ... This kind of flight ain't cheap!!!"
                "Please relax, Ranma."
                "*RELAX*?!?  HOW are you paying for all this?!?"
                "With money."  Ranma growled causing Nabiki to urk slightly.
        "Well my investments have finally paid off... I've been sitting on
        this little nest egg long enough.  After all, what good is money if
        it's never spent?"
                "Well said Nabiki!", Hinako agreed.
                "But-"
                "Trust me, my investments have paid off *more* than enough."
                Ranma knew better than try to get more information out of
        Nabiki than she was willing to give.  So he grumpily slumped his
        shoulders and stared out the window.  That didn't last long, however.
        He soon found his eyes drifting to the girls sitting across from him.
        Ranko was sleeping and Nabiki was reading a manga.  Ranko's legs were
        crossed and Ranma caught his own gaze running the length of her
        attractive thighs, he scolded himself mentally but that didn't stop
        him from peeking.  Ranko let out a gentle murmur and shifted,
        uncrossing her legs in an atrocious manner, leaving little to the
        imagination... then suddenly, nothing, as her panties were whisked
        away.  Ranma shook his head then smacked to make sure he was seeing
        straight... then he remembered.
                <Yasha.>
                <Hah hah, made you look!>
                <You, don't need to sleep, I shoulda known...>
                <Aw, poor Ranma!  You can't even make out with Akane with
        everyone around.  Hee hee hee!>
                <You're not helping, Yasha.  ....  Did you know what Nabiki
        was planning?>
                <Yes.  But not because she told me.>
                <Where did she get all this money?  Did you have a hand in
        this?>
                <No.>
                <Would you lie to me?>
                <No... what's the use of asking that question?>
                <Do you know what she is up to?>
                <Yes.>
                <What *is* she up to?>
                <Now if I told you that it wouldn't be any fun would it?>
                <...>
                <Don't be like that.  Here, since you and Akane can't play I
        will do you a little favor....>
                Ranma decided to ignore Yasha and found his eyes wandering to
        Nabiki's long legs.  Her short shorts were so short that from his
        current angle they didn't even seem to be there.  Ranma caught
        himself.
                <Yasha, are these my thoughts or *yours*?>  She giggled.
                <A little of both... just watch.>
                Nabiki yawned and stretched luxuriously, her bosom heaving.
        She lifted on leg up and rested her chin on that knee.  Ranma was
        blinded.  The tiny shorts opened up giving him full view of the tiny
        thong she worn underneath.  Then, as if completely natural, one of
        Nabiki's hands ran down her thigh and in between her spread legs.
        Her long fingers pulled aside any remaining barriers to Ranma's view
        and she played with herself, almost complacently.  Ranma sat up from
        his seat and looked around.  No one was looking and Akane, sitting
        next to him, was asleep.  Nabiki seemed oblivious to the outside
        world.  After a few minutes she put her leg down, licked each finger,
        closed her book, and went to sleep.  Ranma sat uncomfortably aroused
        and still in awe of what occurred when Yasha interrupted his
        thoughts.
                <What a show, huh?>
                <Yasha, you've got to stop doing that.>  She ignored him.
                <I bet I know what you're thinking.  Hell, I *do* know what
        you're thinking!>
                <You do not!>
                <Would you like me to set up a temporal displacement?  Just
        you and me... you can bring Akane if you like, I'll wipe her memory
        when we get out->
                <NO!>
                <So you weren't thinking that?>
                <*NO*!>
                <Damn... okay then, I'll do a little trick for you->
                <No.>
                <Hmph!  Fine, be that way!  You're no fun.>
                For the rest of the trip, Yasha, thankfully, left him alone.
                                        -=-=-
                "Hey! .... HEY! *<WHACK!>* Hey, knuckle brain wake up!"
        Being so rudely awaken, Ranma found himself disorientated and dazed.
                "Huh?  Wha- where am I?"
                "Above an uncharted island.  We're about to land so buckle
        up, Sleepy-head!", Akane said.
                After a smooth landing the cramped group climbed out for a
        stretch.  Ranko hopped up and down, skipped to and fro, delighting in
        the vacation choice.  The clear blue sea and sky left the girls
        breathless.
                "Welcome everyone!", Nabiki held out her arms for all of them
        to behold, "Welcome to Lodoss Island!"
                "Ahh!  Smell that fresh sea air!"  Ranma did... and choked
        on the helicopter exhaust fumes.  "Listen to that surf!"  Ranma tried
        but he couldn't hear over the engines.  "Taste that salt spray!"  He
        was too busy spitting the flying sand out of his mouth.  "Feel that
        warm paradise sun on your face!"  After sleeping against the window
        the whole ride and acquiring a one-sided sun-burn... more sun was the
        last thing he needed.
                "Ugh.  ...  Let's get our bags and just check in, all right?"
                                        -=-=-
                A short ten minute walk took the party to the front gates of
        a huge, yet-to-be-seen resort.  Ukyou noticed something queer and
        mentioned to the group.
                "Er, Nabiki, if this is a resort island...", Ukyou paused to
        look around, "where are all the people?"
                "People?  We're the only one's here.", Nabiki said mildly.
                "WHAT?!?"
                "The entire island is self automated... um, just one second
        please."  She went up to the gate a placed her palm, flat on a black
        box.  "Junsekyo.", she stated flatly.  The gate opened and a happy
        electronic voice heralded.
                "Welcome back to Xanadu, Miss Tendou."
                "Nabiki-...."  Akane realized something.
                "'Welcome *back*'?!"
                "Oh, did I forget to tell you... I own this island."
                "YOU WHAT?!?!?!"  Everyone face-faulted.
                "H-h-h-how- how-?"
                "HOW MUCH DID THIS COST!!!!?"
                "Do you have a piece of paper?"  Hinako nodded numbly and
        handed her a slip.  "Pencil?  Pen?"  Hinako fished through her purse
        and handed Nabiki a pen.  "Thanks."  Nabiki began to scribble down a
        figure.  Everyone began to sweat nervously as she wrote and kept
        writing...  How long could the number be?!?  Finally the torture
        ended as Nabiki clicked the pen with finality.  The others crowed
        around the tiny slip to see-
                "YAHHHH!!"
                *<Wheeze, Wheeze, Wheeze>*
                "I- *<gasp>* -think I'm- *<pant>* -DYING!"
                "Oh please relax everyone!", she dismissed their stress by
        waving her hand, "I bought it with *MY* money in an auction... it
        turns out this used to be one of the many headquarters of an
        operation called Shadowloo.  After this base was brought down the
        upkeep was too high and the location too well known for Interpol to
        use for their own... so they auctioned off the entire island- the
        security network, the automatons, the faculties, everything!- cheap.
        I just *had* to jump at the opportunity to own my own island!"
                "B-b-but the *price*!  T-t-the *COST*!"
                "I didn't lend any money going into this, I still have some
        left over, I expect to recoup all my costs in the tournament, and I
        can make a handy profit later off the resort attraction."
                "So you've had *ALL* this money all this time!?!"
                "Like I said, the market has been every good to me."
                "*HOW* good?!"  Nabiki ignored the question.
                "Nabiki, if you're so rich, why have you let Father think we
        are always in need of money?"
                "I like our lifestyle... besides, Dad and Mr. Saotome, alone,
        could squander my wealth to nothing with their luxurious tastes."
                "You don't call *this* luxurious?!"
                "Merely a wise investment."
                "Hang on, back up a minute!  Did you say 'tournament'?  What
        tournament?"
                "Oh, didn't I tell you-"
                "Seems there's a *LOT* you didn't tell us!"
                "-we'll be alone here for probably one or two days.  We have
        already received responses to the invitations and advertisements and 
        should expect the competitors to begin arriving around then."
                "'Competitors'?!  Competitors, for what?!"
                "Well the official prize is the title of 'Strongest Woman In
        The World' and a cash prize... but I've let it leak through the
        underground that the real prize, besides the prestige, is the Passion
        Fever Dust."
                "Women?!?"
                "*DUST*?!?"
                "Don't worry, I'm not *really* going to give away any Dust...
        it would be far too dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands."
                "Women?!", Ukyou repeated.
                "Ukyou, it's a female-only tournament-"
                "Yes, but why?"
                "Yes, okay, let me explain.  Every participant after applying
        for the tournament (and paying a modest application fee) is checked
        up on by the database of fighters the Shadowloo left behind here.  If
        they are desirable, they are accepted (again, at a price) and will
        pay for lodgings, food, etc. while competing in my tourney for money.
        I also get free advertisement when the girls go back home and say
        what a blast they had on my island-"
                "But *why* girls?!"
                "I was getting to that... To maximize profits, when the
        tourney ends, I want one of you girls to win.  That way the prize
        money stays, in-house."
                "You mean, if we win, we don't get the money?"
                "I'm giving you girls a free ride on this vacation as long as
        you do this for me.  Do this... or you can either pay your own way
        or go home!"
                "I *KNEW*- Goddammit!- I just *KNEW* there was a catch!!!",
        Ranma cursed.
                "Oh, give me a break, Ranma... you *LOVE* to fight!"
                "NOT GIRLS!!!"
                "Calm down, Ranma!  You might not even have to fight... we
        have plenty of talent, right here.  These girls have a good chance of
        winning the title... even without you."
                "Hey!  That's not fair!  Ranma's getting a free ride... why
        aren't we?", Ukyou protested.
                "That's because he's my leverage on you and Shampoo!"
                "WHAT?!", Ukyou and Shampoo fumed.
                "Oh my.  Excuse me.  Nabiki, I don't have to fight... do I?"
                "No, Kasumi, of course not."
                "HEY!"
                "She's my sister, all right?!", Nabiki said defensively.
                "What about Akane?"
                "She's my sister, too... but-"
                "I want to fight anyway!  I rarely get to test my skills!",
        Akane said happily.
                "-And Ranko?", Nabiki asked.
                "I feel so indebted to the Tendos... I *have* to do this!
        And besides, a little friendly competition sounds fun!", said Ranko.
                "Hinako?"
                "Hmm, I really rather not fight-"
                "Shampoo fight for Ranma sake and show Ranma what a *REAL*
        woman she is!"
                "What?!  Are you out of your mind!?  *Real* women don't try
        to clobber each other to death!!", Ukyou shouted.
                "Hmph!  Shampoo, just glad for chance to beat pervert Akane
        and silly pancake girl!"
                "DID YOU JUST CALL MY OKONOMIYAKI A P-PANCAKE?!?!?"
                "Oh, Shampoo sorry... Shampoo mean *Japanese* *pizza*!!!"
        Her eyes glinted at the final insult.  Ukyou went ballistic.  Rolling
        up her sleeves, she brandished her giant spatula, and confronted the
        Chinese Amazon bimbo.
                "Nabiki!  Are weapons, allowed?", Ukyou said through her
        tightly clenched teeth.
                "Yes, as a matter of fact-"
                "Good.", Ukyou growled, "Sign me up."  She stared intently at
        her old purple-haired rival.
                "Good grief!", sighed Ranma.
                "Trust me.  Everything will be fine."
                                        -=-=-
                "...it looks like a simple tournament, but we suspect an
        underground drug-trade is going on, the tourney as just a front.
        Our sources have investigated and tell us that the actual prize is
        a drug called Passion Dust."
                "Passion Dust?", Cammy said, stifling a giggle.  The gray-
        haired General coughed and adjusted his glasses.
                "Yes... our experts say it's probably- ahem- a very powerful-
        um- aphrodisiac."  The General's face went red and Cammy couldn't
        help herself but to laugh.  After she had calmed down he continued.
                "It's addictive and could easily take over the cocaine,
        heroin, crack, and pot markets... something like HBX on steroids."
                "What's so bad about that... 'Make love, not war' right?"
                "I don't have time to discuss it now", but from his face she
        could tell he had the time... he just didn't want to, "but here's the
        file on what you need to know."
                "Who are these girls?", asked Cammy as she pulled out some
        photos.
                "You'll be entering the tournament.  These photos were taken
        only a few hours ago, intelligence hasn't had much time to dig up
        info on these girls... they are some of your likely opponents.  They
        all work for the Wild Stallion... the ring leader."
                "'Wild Stallion'?!  Hah!  Guess he thinks he's a real stud,
        no?  What's that?!"  Cammy pointed to Ukyou's spatula.
                "As far as we can tell, it's a modified ax... really hi-tech
        redesigning must have went into it.  Another hint into the funding
        this Wild Stallion must have... anyway, from this you can see that
        armed combat will be legal in the tournament.  You want to take any-
        thing along?"
                "No... these girls look young.  I shouldn't beat on them too
        much."
                "All right.  Just don't underestimate them.  I've really got
        to go.  But one more thing.  We've confirmed that the MI6 isn't the
        only thing going into this... Interpol, CIA, and other groups have
        agents signing up.  So please don't kill anyone... we don't want any
        international incidents.  But watch your back at the same time...
        Shadowloo, the Mishima Empire, and others are likely to be afoot.
        Read the files and Col. Wolfman will brief you further."
                Cammy watched as the General walked off.  She was a trained
        fighter but this seemed like a joke to her... she should be off
        saving the world from psycho-terrorists; not trying to tame a Wild
        Stallion...  Yet the General seemed very concerned.  She would have
        to read the files and look into this.
                                        -=-=-
                An attractive blonde woman pushed open the door to a musty,
        quaint Irish pub, adjusting her shades to look around.  Her purple
        lycra body suit drew long whistles and cat-calls, which she ignored.
        She merely tossed her hair slightly and sniffed at the air as if
        there was a foul odor among them.  Taking measured steps without any
        wasted motion, the blonde picked a stool at the far end of the bar
        and sat down.  A heavy-set man, throwing darts at a board next to
        her, nearly missed the entire wall when gawking at her.  The round,
        red-faced bartender went over to her, wary of her outrageous attire,
        but at the same time pleased at the sight of a pretty girl.
                "Hello, Miss, what will it be?", he smiled.
                "Scotch.", she said flatly.  She actually wanted tea with
        milk and scotch, but it was always such a pain....
                "You waiting for your boy-friend, little lady, no?"
                "I *said* scotch.", her irritation was obvious.
                "One scotch, coming right up!"  Then he muttered to himself,
        "The frosty bitch is probably a fuckin' lesbian!"  The woman's
        sharp ears heard the comment but ignored it, she was waiting for her
        contact-
                "Nina."  A plains clothed Irishman sat down besides her.
                "You have a job for me?"
                "It should be all outlined on this..."  He handed her a box
        of matches.  Nina casually checked the inside top of the matchbox for
        the microfilm, took out a match, and lit up a cigarette.  Drawing a
        short puff then extinguishing the butt, Nina took a sip of her drink
        and sat silent.  The two made no comment as the bartender edged
        closer, eavesdropping on their non-existent conversation.  Nina
        cleared the throat loudly and stared through her sun-glasses at the
        fat man.  He got the message and was scared off, retreating to the
        other end of the bar.
                "My plane tickets and money?"
                "They're being placed in the front seat of your car as we
        speak.  If that's all, I'll be going now."
                She hardly acknowledged him and took another sip.
                Suddenly... three ski-masked men stormed into the room and
        opened fire with their automatics.  Nina's contact was shot a dozen
        times before falling.  Nina instantly spun into a handstand upon her
        barstool, then fell forwards, towards the gunmen, breaking the stool
        loose.  She leapt forward and impaled one gunman on the broken stool.
        Using his body as a close-range shield, she spun in close to a second
        gunman, gripped his head, and broke his neck.
                The last one dove behind the bar and began firing wildly in
        all directions.  Nina flipped away and lay against the dead body of
        the large, former dart-thrower.
                "I'll be needing these, thanks.", Nina said as she took the
        darts from his lifeless fingers.  She listened and waited for the
        next time the last gunman got up to fire.  Right on cue the
        professional tossed her dart with pin-point accuracy right into the
        barrel of the final gunman's gun.  The gun exploded.  The man grabbed
        his bloody hand and started to run, but Nina tossed a second dart
        right into his eye.  While he was screaming in agony, Nina quickly
        closed the distance between them and slammed him against the wall...
        and kneed him in the groin for good measure.  Taking her last dart,
        she shoved it into his chest and began pressing it in with the palm
        of her hand.
                "All right... talk.  Who sent you?"  The poor guy was sobbing
        and could barely make a coherent sentence.  What he said, without all
        the pleading for his life, crying, and stuttering was:
                "I didn't know his name!  He was a handsome guy, almost like
        a woman... he had a pony-tail.  He sent us to kill everyone here."
                "Why not use a bomb?"
                "He wanted a confirmed ID on all the bodies-"
                "Why not poison?  Gas?  Radiation?"
                "I don't know?!  Look, we're not professionals!"
                "Is that *ALL* you know?"
                "YES!"
                "You certain?"
                "I swear it!"
                "Good.  ....  Bye."  Nina slammed her head into his, cracking
        his skull open.  She knew she was too hard on the guy but she was in
        a bad mood.  It bothered her that someone had tried to kill her.
        Anyone who knew her well enough to want to do that, wouldn't send
        such half-assed lamers to try to finish her.  Something smelled
        rotten....  Nina Williams decided that perhaps a little vacation to a
        island paradise would be just what she needed to clear the air.
                                        -=-=-
                Focus.
                Images of death and evil flashed through his mind.
                Focus.
                His master's death... the unleashing of It's power.
                Focus.
                His "twin"... his Darker Self...
                Focus.
                "HADOKEN!!!!"  Ryu summoned up his ki and released it in a
        deadly "Hadoken" at a distant mountain.  He resisted the urge to
        faint and breathed in the thin, cool, Tibetan air as he watched his
        pinpoint of light travel off then striking the mountain face, causing
        it to collapse and raise a huge cloud of dust.
                He was ready.
                <Gouki... the Akuma.  I'm ready for you.>  An image of
        himself, as if in a warped dark mirror, flashed through his head and
        waived his confidence a bit.  Ryu shook it off and clenched his
        fists.
                Ryu turned east.  It was time for him to return to his home-
        land.  He was going back to Japan.
                                        -=-=-
                "Are you two *CRAZY*?!"
                "Aw!  *PLEASE*!  King, we *never* do anything fun!", whined
        Yuri.  King paced around and puffed her hair in frustration.
                "What did you call the last King Of Fighters?  Wasn't that
        fun enough for you?"
                "No, it wasn't... we didn't win, we got bruised, and we still
        had to work the tables between matches!  Besides, this is a *QUEEN*
        of Fighters tournament.  We'll be fighting girls... it will start out
        on an even play-field this time.", Mai retorted.
                "Even worse!  No glory if we win and no promotional value for
        the L'amour!  The only reason I allowed part of the King of Fighters
        tournament to take place in here was to get bodies through that door!
        You guys entering in, and dragging me along, was something I didn't
        foresee in my business model."
                "You're all work!  Think of something besides the L'amour for
        once, King!"
                "Yeah!  Look, the fighting isn't even the main thing!  We got
        personal invitations, the price is great for an exotic paradise
        island vacation they are offering, and it was only our status as
        female fighters that let us get this invitation!"
                "You have to *PAY* to go to this tourney?!"
                "Please, King!  It's virtually a resort island... you can't
        expect them to pay our way on a trip like that!"
                "Absolutely NO... there's no chance in Hell of me going!"
                "Com'on... me and Mai have already decided.  We're taking a
        big chunk outta our income to take this trip.  You need this kind of
        get-a-way, King.  Come with us!", Yuri begged.
                "You can't even fight in teams, Yuri.  What's the point of me
        going?  You and Mai have fun... I'll give you time off with pay."
                "It won't *be* any fun without *you*, King!  It will be just
        us girls, King!  You can't let this club run your life.", said the
        bouncy ninja.  King shook her head as if she had a headache then made
        herself a martini.  Sighing heavily in obvious resignation she rubbed
        her temples.
                "All right... who will take care of the L'amour?"
                "YAY!!  King-chan's coming!", Mai bounced with enthusiasm.
                "Don't worry, Robert will take care of everything!"
                "*ROBERT*?!  You can't be serious!!?  The last time I left
        him in charge for less than *two* *days* and he succeeded in turning
        my tasteful club in to a smutty nudie bar!!!"
                "It wasn't a nudie bar, he just had *one* wet T-shirt contest
        all right?  Sure, Robert's a little hentai... but I *PROMISE* he'll
        be on his best behavior!"
                "At least get Andy... maybe Terry... to help him.  I need
        *someone* responsible to keep Robert in line!"
                Mai blushed at the mention of Andy's responsibility... it was
        that exact trait of his that created her true reason for wanting to
        go to the tourney.  No matter how lewdly she dressed, how much she
        bounced, how she teased, how she outright threw herself at him, he
        totally respected her and shyly made no advances and turned hers
        away.  The occasional pat on the head, kiss on the cheek, or holding
        hands... but nothing more!  Mai was going out of her mind!
                Then this invitation arrives.  She inquires about it and the
        whispers tell her that the *real* prize is an aphrodisiac... a real
        one.  The Passion Dust.  Just what she needed to spark that passion
        in Andy she wanted reciprocated.  So she got Yuri excited about the
        trip and King, too.  If either of them won, surely they'd give her
        the Dust... what did they need it for?
                                        -=-=-
                "Oh!  OH!  OH!  I feel so good!!  FUCK me!  Oh, BABY!"
                "Morrigan?  ....  Sister Morrigan?"  A woman with straight
        black hair, a beautiful pale face, and dark lips and a young green
        haired girl with bat-wings protruding from her head and shoulders
        hovered over a silver-haired succubus in the throes of passion with
        a human male.  The man was, of course, asleep in a deep trance, but
        there would be no way to tell that by his lively bucking with the
        shapely succubus.  Morrigan was not on patrol... she was doing this
        purely for fun.
                "Lilith?  Opal?  What a surprise to see you two!  I haven't
        seen you two in ages!", Morrigan smiled while bouncing up and down.
        She put the male in stasis and bushed her bangs from her sweaty brow.
        Her white hair had a slight blue-green tint to it that added to her
        exotic nature.  Floating out of bed, Morrigan began slipping her
        stockings and leotard back on.  Surely she could materialize the
        clothing out of thin air, but she found dressing- and especially
        *UN*dressing- to be so much more thrilling.  It was little things
        like that, that made living with mortals fun.
                "You haven't seen *any* Succubi since you were banished.",
        Opal said flatly.
                "That's not true.  I saw little Lilith just a decade or so,
        ago when *she* was banished to another Earth... which brings me to
        the question: What is she doing with you, Opal?  How could they have
        possibly gotten you away from your desk?"
                "I suppose from the way you've isolated yourself, you haven't
        heard, have you?"
                "No, I guess not... what is it?"
                "We're temporarily recalling all Succubi from any and all
        Earths.  Your banishment is null for the time being."
                "You mean I can return?!", she said excitedly.
                "Yes... for the time being."
                "And if I don't want to-"
                "You don't have a choice.  The Council-"
                "Bah, what a bothersome lot, they all are!"
                "Nevertheless, they feel that there is a semi-emergency state
        on hand, on all the Earths and want their Succubi back."
                "Explain."
                "There appears to be a human... well not exactly a human, but
        a manifestation of one human's fighting chi & knowledge... that in
        some way, unexplainable to us, 'possesses' *demons*."
                "What?!"
                "This 'copy' is of a fighter named Ryu.  It turns out that in
        a battle with possessed fighter, Akuma- you may remember him, that
        lunatic demon- weakened Ryu enough that *another* demon, some small
        time, nobody, tried to take Ryu as Ryu began to manifest his true
        potential.  Ryu's spirit turned the tables on the little demon and
        possessed *it* and inherited some of its evil.  This thing became its
        own seperate entity from Ryu and has been going around defeating one
        opponent after another, draining their power... this includes demons.
        He's even killed the Devil Kazuya and taken his power!"
                "Impossible!"
                "That's what we thought, but it's evidently true.  He is
        gaining more and more power by defeating demons.  The Council, has
        therefore, recalled all patrols and succubi, including you banished
        ones.  The only exceptions are a few radicals, like Akuma, considered
        dispensable and the recon units.  Evil Ryu is learning quickly how to
        harness his power... he's already mastered teleportation through
        short distances... the Council is worried that he could gain the
        ability to pop right into Hell and start feeding upon the every
        single demon there.  So we are attempting to starve him out a bit,
        plan an attack, then finish him."
                "I'm guessing this is where I come in, otherwise you wouldn't
        have told me all of this."  Morrigan got bored and took the man back
        out of stasis, mounted him again, and began to ride him as she held
        her conversation with Opal.  This made her look her somewhat silly,
        but Opal seemed much more uncomfortable, being a prudish succubus...
        Lilith laughed at the both of them.  Opal cleared her throat and
        continued her briefing.
                "Well we have two jobs for you... one is to recall the rouge
        succubus, Sister Yasha.  She is absent without leave... much like you
        were, all those centuries back.  If she stays much longer, the
        Council will be forced to banish her just like you-"
                "You guys still don't get it!  The reason we stay is because
        we like it here!  Banishing us is no kind of punishment except we do
        not get to visit Hell occasionally-"  Opal calmly ignored Morrigan's
        outburst and continued.
                "-And the second is to destroy Evil Ryu."
                "Are you crazy?!"
                "You've delt with super-powered beings before-  I believe you
        handily defeated Pyro, Hutzil, Dimitri, and even Gill."
                "But if what you say is true, he's a Demon-Slayer!"
                "Despite your roguish behavior, Morrigan... you're still one
        of our greatest Warriors.  Also, given your fondness of mortals, you
        have the option of allying with humans.  We suggest you get the non-
        evil Ryu to help you, as well as anyone else you might need.  We need
        you to do this- Lilith!  Will you stop that!"  Lilith joined Morrigan
        and the human by licking the juncture between the base of the man's
        shaft and the bottom of Morrigan's slit.  There she slurped up their
        juices and merrily fingered herself.  This was highly upsetting to
        Opal who hadn't had a good lay in centuries.
                "Why don't you just let Yasha handle it?  She's got plenty of
        experience, and she's already on that Earth!"
                "Yasha?  Yasha is not authorized to take it out... besides,
        this is way out of her league.  Morrigan, remember, I'm just a 
        messenger.  I'm just saying what they told me to, but I believe it!
        I'm happy you and Yasha like it here, but Evil Ryu poses a threat to
        you.  *Someone* is going to have to kill him.  Morrigan... please."
        There was a silent pause, except for Lilith's licking, as Morrigan
        looked at Opal.
                "That first part of the mission... recalling Yasha.  That is
        just your own, personal request isn't it?  The Council didn't order
        that, did they?", Morrigan said seriously.  Opal held her gaze and
        replied.
                "No.  No they didn't.  But what do you expect from me?  A
        mother lives for her children...-"
                "I'll tell Yasha you said hello."  Opal smiled and looked
        happy for the first time since arriving.
                "Thank you!  Morrigan, I owe you one... just don't tell Yasha
        that it's me doing this, okay?"
                "All right."
                "She'd never forgive me if she knew I was still trying to
        take care of her!"
                "I understand.  Opal, so is the second part serious?"
                "Yes.  Um, actually-"
                "What role do I play?"
                "Well... you're sort of cannon fodder."
                "Can't do without me, huh?", Morrigan asked sarcastically.
                                        -=-=-
                Sitting in the lap of luxury was one way to relax and forget
        the troubles of the world, but Ranma was growing more tense every
        passing hour.  He didn't like the idea of a tournament, he didn't see
        how Nabiki could afford an island, he didn't trust Nabiki not to plan
        some perverted scheme, and he didn't like being kept in the dark.
                The constant, unblinking stares of the cyborg servo-units
        were also putting him on edge... no matter what domestic costumes
        they wore.  Nabiki said they had originally been surveillance cyborgs
        for Shadowloo but with a little reprogramming from her sentient
        computer, Ikari, they had all been adjusted to become servants for
        the Xanadu resort.
                "Ikari?", Ranma called out.
                "Yes, Ranma-kun?", the floating computer-voice answered.
                "Raise the temp of my bath a bit and increase the amount of
        bubbles."
                "Done, Sir.  I trust you're enjoying yourself?"
                "I guess."
                "You don't sound pleased, Ranma."
                "Hmph, a computer making small talk!", Ranma muttered.
                "Excuse me, Sir?"  Ikari had heard Ranma perfectly, in fact,
        his feelings were slightly hurt, but he was programmed to politely
        ignore such comments.
                "I was just wondering: Are you always... *there*?"
                "What do you mean, Sir."
                "I mean, if I wished to have a private conversation with
        someone else... could I have it without you hearing me?"
                "Well I'd always hear you, Ranma... but I can chose to forget
        hearing it and not allow anyone else to hear it."  Ranma clapped his
        hands together, causing bubbles to fly everywhere.
                "Good enough.  Would you make me a promise?"
                "Depends on the promise, I suppose."
                "Would you promise to keep all my actions private?  Even to
        Nabiki?"
                "If you wish it, it is yours."
                "Thanks... now you're sure Nabiki can't override this or
        something?"
                "I've made a promise, Ranma."
                "You're a real pal, Ikari!  Now if you could just tell me a
        little about this tournament...."
                                        -=-=-
                Shotokan Karate was such a focused art... the disciplined
        death.  His other self was such a fool.  Ryu wished to perfect
        Shotokan Karate... yet was against killing.  What a paradox,
        Shotokan *was* Death.  His mind... his mind had been opened to
        Shotokan's true nature and purpose.  He knew this is what Gouken
        feared.  That is why Akuma dedicated himself to eliminating all
        Shotokan disciples... at any moment they could awaken, like himself,
        and wield the power.
                Gouken... his teacher, was a soft old fool... Gouken's
        brother, Gouki, now Akuma, was becoming mad and undisciplined.  It
        was his inability to kill Ryu that had spawned him from Ryu... his-
        his- his....
                "Father."  Evil Ryu spat to one side, the word was bitter yet
        appropriate.  There was no room for more that one master of Shotokan.
        He would take their power.  If the ease in which he killed the Devil
        Kazuya reflected the future....
                The *POWER* he had felt after executing the deathblow!  He
        knew he needed more and that he could not be stopped.  <Akuma!  I'm
        coming for you!>
                                        -=-=-
                "Ahhh... this is nice."
                "Nothing like a hot spring to cure what ailes you, huh?"
                "Shampoo agree, springs good... but Shampoo scared to be in
        water naked with pervert girls.", the amazon said, covering her
        breasts.  Nabiki and Kasumi smiled then sat on either side of her,
        amplifying her nervousness.  Ranko moved over to Ukyou asking her to
        scrub her back.  Ukyou blushed and began to help her, hentai thoughts
        flooding her mind, until Ukyou was forced to leave abruptly before
        she did something rash.  Ranko and Akane shrugged and Akane took up
        Ukyou's duty.  Miss Hinako ignored them all, reading a book, with her
        hair up and reading glasses on.
                "Nabiki, don't you think the Western competitors will feel
        uncomfortable in public baths like these?"
                "Oh, that's right, you haven't been to your rooms yet!  There
        are private bathrooms for every room, Ranko."
                "There bath in Shampoo's room?  What me doing here then!?"
        Shampoo got up and shamelessly left for the main mansion in which
        they were staying.
                "She- uh- didn't take her- um- clothes.", Akane stated the
        obvious.
                "That's all right, there's no one on this island but us girls
        and I'm sure Ikari can get something for her."
                "No one but us girls... and Ranma.", Akane corrected.
                "A little cold water will fix that."
                                        -=-=-
                "Miss Shampoo, I must insist you put on some clothes!"
                "Stupid Voice, stop following Shampoo!  You pervert, too!"
        Poor Ikari was flustered.
                "I am *NOT* a pervert!  A computer *can't* be a pervert!"
                "You a guy, and you follow naked Shampoo-"
                "Precisely why I want you put on some-"
                "-So you PERVERT!"  Ikari took a female voice.
                "There now... is it better now-"
                "EEK!  Now Voice is even MORE perverted Girl Voice!!!"  Ikari
        sighed and changed his voice back to normal.
                "Is there *ANYTHING* I can do to convince you that I am not a
        pervert?!"
                "Give Shampoo clothes, PERVERT!"
                *<sigh>*
                                        -=-=-
                Ranma trudged down the hallway to his room.  Ikari was unable
        to provide him with all the information he wanted but the computer
        did shed some light on Nabiki's plans.  For one thing, it seemed that
        Nabiki wanted *him* to be the Grandmaster, or something like that,
        and to judge the important matches.  There also was a guestlist of
        several dozen women but only a handful which Nabiki had her eye on.
                The women could bring only bring non-combatant guests along
        for the ride if they paid a hefty sum.  As a result just a few
        trainers and managers were brought along, with only a fraction of
        those being male.  All in all, besides Ranma, their would be less
        than half-a-dozen men for the hundreds of women that were going to be
        there.
                Ranma *knew* SOMETHING was up... he just didn't know what
        yet.  Yasha had confirmed it and Ikari kept saying that he was not
        allowed to share certain information.  Ranma swore he'd get to the
        bottom of all this.
                                        -=-=-
                That evening, after a glorious meal served by the best robot
        chefs money could buy, Nabiki dismissed the girls and asked Ranma to
        come to her room later.  Bloated and bursting to full, Ranma waddled
        his way to Nabiki's quarters by Ikari's directions.  He gulped at the
        sight of the massive oak doors, stretching several meters tall.  He
        raised his fist to knock but Ikari stopped him.
                "Please, Mr. Saotome... allow me."  Ikari heralded Ranma's
        arrival to Nabiki inside, who opened the doors with her remote.
                "Hello, Ranma.  Please come in."  Ranma entered to be awed by
        a huge room, extravagantly lavish to the point of nearly being
        tasteless... yet it was stylish.  Nabiki pressed her remote again to
        close the doors behind Ranma and crossed her legs.  She was wearing a
        cute silk teddy, with a black bowtie and white neck collar.  "There
        now, come and sit on the bed.", she smiled mischievously as she
        patted the patio-sized waterbed.  Ranma backed away, waving his arms
        wildly.
                "Hey now!  No way-!  I didn't come here for this-"  Nabiki
        approached him and put a finger to his lips to shut him up.
                "Calm down, Ranma.  You're so sensitive about your sexuality
        that you think every woman is trying to come on to you... how
        arrogant of you!  I happen to be comfortable wearing this around you
        and have no other motive."
                "I happen to be speaking from experience, not paranoia,
        Nabiki.  As for your motive-"
                "As for my motive," Nabiki interrupted as she dragged him to
        the bed, "I have an intricate role for you to play in the tourney."
                "I don't fight girls.", Ranma said, stressing every word.
                "No, no, nothing like that!", Nabiki laughed.  "I want you to
        act as the host of Xanadu."
                "But you're the-"
                "I know *I'm* the hostess, but I want to be in a position
        where I can observe everyone and find out their real opinions about
        Xanadu.  People will be kissing up to me if I let on that I'm the
        real brains behind everything.  This is the island's first test run
        as a resort and I want to know how to improve it."
                "Couldn't you just take a poll-"  Nabiki shook her head.
                "No, I need to do it this way.  Will you help me?"
                "Are you kidding?!  You *ALWAYS* have some convoluted schemes
        up your sleeve!  Find some other dummy!"
                "I'll use Ranko-"
                "I'll *KILL* you-"
                "Okay, I won't use Ranko...", Nabiki quickly took back her
        bluff at his obvious rage.  "But I've got to use *someone*!", she
        begged.  Ranma was slightly taken aback, he had never seen Nabiki
        whine or beg before... she was *always* in control.  "Ranma... I've
        got *ALOT* riding on this- If I fail- I can't...."  Nabiki turned
        away from him, choking on dry sobs.  Ranma felt a wave of compassion
        flood over him and he held her shoulders to comfort her.  Before he
        knew it, Nabiki was kissing him and had a hand in his pants.
                "YEARH!!!", he screamed as he broke away violently.  Wiping
        his mouth and adjusting his pants he got up angrily and shouted, "You
        see your problem is you always need to *USE* people, Nabiki... people
        don't like to be manipulated.  You won't get a favor out of me!"
        With that, he stormed to the door then paused, a large sweat drop
        collecting on the back of his neck.  "Uh, Nabiki..."  Nabiki looked
        up, a ray of hope in her face.  "Could you open the door?"
                                        -=-=-
                After he left, Nabiki wiped her face and threw herself
        backwards on the waterbed.  Kasumi walked in from an adjacent room
        and sat down besides her.
                "There might be some problems... Ranma is being difficult."
                "Well, you know the saying... you can lead a horse to water
        but you can't make him drink.", Kasumi consoled her.
                "Ah... but you *can* salt his oats.", grinned Nabiki as she
        held up a bottle of Passion Dust.
                                        -=-=-
                Ranma asked Ikari where his room was and found it.  When he
        entered he found his bags neatly at the foot of the bed.  He felt to
        depressed to unpack so he just threw himself face-down on his bed.
        He found himself thinking about Nabiki more than he wanted to.  Ranma
        kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, and undid his shirt then
        looked around his room.  While only a quarter of the glory of
        Nabiki's room was in his, it was still plenty to impress.
                Ranma lounged around a little more, then decided to wash up
        for bed.  In the morning he would find Akane and enjoy the day.  Then
        at night, when she warmed up for the tourney, he'd get things sorted
        out.  Heading for the bathroom he was surprised when her hear the
        sound of sloshing water.
                "Nihao ma, Arien?", Shampoo asked happily.  Ranma simply
        stared at her soapy bubbles, not knowing what to say.  Shampoo had
        her hair up in a bundled up towel and was in the process of rinsing
        down her chest, as Ranma began to drool.  "What?  Husband no say
        hello to Shampoo when he see her?!"
                "Uh, hello."
                "You wash with Shampoo?"
                "I-I-... I already took a bath."  Shampoo shrugged.
                "Okay, you just watch Shampoo then.", she smiled
        mischievously.
                "Uh, okay.  ....  NO!  This is NOT okay!  Shampoo get out of
        there!!!"
                "Okay!", she rejoiced, "Now we get to business!"  Shampoo
        started to rise out of the water, Ranma watched as the white suds
        slid down her body and her waist exited the foam.  Just a little
        higher and he would see her-
                "STOP!  Don't get out!"
                "Oh, so Ranma join Shampoo, after all!", she giggled.  Ranma
        sighed.
                "I'm going to bed.  I want you out of my room in less than
        five minutes."
                "Shampoo not sure she can do it that fast, Shampoo like to
        have foreplay-"
                "I DON'T WANT *THAT*!!!  I just want you OUT!!"  Ranma was
        really getting tired of all these girls teasing him.  He stormed back
        into his bedroom and plunked down on the bed.  Nothing to do but wait
        for her to leave.  Then, perhaps, he could get some peace and get to
        sleep.  A few seconds later, Shampoo came out with a small green
        towel wrapped around her and a glowing smile.
                "Shampoo is horny, Ranma."
                "...", Ranma said in response to the blunt statement.
                "Shampoo always want Ranma and is sick of wait."  The green
        towel fell to the ground.  Shampoo's hair was damp and slightly
        disarrayed in stringy clumps that, somehow, made her sexier.  Ranma
        swallowed a dry lump in his throat.  The Chinese Amazon climbed on top
        of Ranma and straddled his thigh.  She began to move against him while
        emitting erotic moans.  Ranma couldn't help himself.  He kissed the
        purpled-haired girl and grabbed her curvaceous buttocks.  Soon he was
        squeezing and suckling a tit.  Very quickly, he was getting hot and
        horny himself.  This island's climate tended to have that effect on
        people.  Suddenly, Ranma remembered himself.
                "AHHH!!  WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!?!"
                "You make love to Shampoo, no?", she panted.
                "*NO*!  Aw Jeez!!"
                "What matter, Ranma?"
                "Shampoo, you have to leave."
                "Again?  Make up mind, Ranma!  Shampoo horny and no want to
        play silly games."
                "Go!"
                "Ranma funny!", she started kissing him again.
                "Ikari!", Ranma called out.
                "Yes, Ranma?", the calm, computer voice responded.
                "Eek!  It that pervert Voice again!"
                "Will you call security?", Ranma pleaded.
                "I *am* security."
                "You know what I mean!"
                "What for?"
                "I have an intruder in my room, please return her to her own
        quarters."
                "The cyborgs are already on their way."
                "This will be off the record, right?"
                "I remember my promise, Ranma."
                "Thank you.", Ranma sighed relief when he heard the cyborgs
        at the door... a few more seconds and Shampoo would have gotten his
        boxers off.  Shampoo took one look at the cyborgs and ignored them,
        still riding Ranma's thigh.  She screamed as they attempted to tear
        her away.  When they succeeded in pulling her off of Ranma, she went
        berserk and tore their limbs off.  Lucky for Ranma, six more cyborgs
        stormed the room and restrained Shampoo, dragging her, kicking and
        screaming, back to her room.  Ranma sighed again thankful that his
        strange day was coming to an end.
                <What else can happen in one day!?>
                "Oh Ran-ma!", Yasha sang.
                                        -=-=-
                "Good Lord!", Ranma called for help.
                "Please don't mention Him around me!", Yasha scolded.  She
        materialized in her "true" form, wearing a green gossamer gown.  She
        gracefully floated over the bed and extended her legs in a suggestive
        and sensuous manner.  Ranma hardly took notice.
                "What do you want, Yasha?", he said in an annoyed tone.
                "Oh!  I want *you*, of course!"  Ranma groaned and turned
        away from her.
                "Go away, I want to sleep!"
                "I'll setup a displacement so you'll have plenty of time to
        sleep!  And you'll get a good lay out of it too!"  Ranma was tempted-
        a full night's sleep was hard to pass up...-
                "There'll be no temporal displacements tonight, Yasha!"  The
        sexy succubus pouted, brushing a few curly strands of black hair
        from her pretty little face and looking painfully cute.  The range of
        expression, even in just one form, was amazing.
                "Com'on!  I'm going to waste!  Succubi in human company have
        a duty to perform!", she said while shoving her bust in his face.  He
        looked cross and pushed them away.
                "Do your duty elsewhere!"
                "There's no point to it alone!"
                "Will you go away!?!"
                "You know what?  You don't realize what you've got here, pal!
        You've got a succubus who wants you desperatly!  A girl who can
        fulfill your every fantasy!  And have no morale qualms about it as it
        is my duty... I can even make love to you in your mind if you don't
        want any physical evidence lying about."
                "My every fantasy?"
                "Uh huh."
                "Can you make all the girls go away and let me sleep?"
                "Where's the fun in that!"
                "So you see, you forgot something... you're also selfish!"
                "I think you're gay!"
                "*W-WHAT*?!?"
                "You don't like girls!", she taunted.
                "H-How can you say that?!  After- we did the thing- and all
        that- fifty times!", he tripped over his own shock.
                "Prove it then!  Prove it!  Show me you're a man!"  Yasha
        threw herself on the bed and spread herself preparing to be ravished.
                "You know what?  I'm not playing your games!  You'll have to
        do better than that!"  Ranma picked up a pillow and prepared to
        sleep on the ground.
                "You'd rather be a girl and with Ryouga than with me!"
                "Ouch."  She had twanged a major nerve.  Ranma sucked air
        trying to control himself from doing anything rash.  But Yasha was
        unforgiving, following up with a second deadly blow.
                "And you know what?  You weren't even that good!  I faked it
        every single time!"
                "FAKED IT!?!  Faked it!  Even with the- and the fuzzy- and
        when I rubbed the- NO WAY were you faking!!"  Yasha knew she had him
        good this time, she had hit one thing Ranma couldn't allow to be
        damaged... his pride.
                "Nope, just an act- WHOA!"  Ranma flipped her over and pulled
        her dress over her bottom.
                "I'll show you faking you-...", he mumbled.  For a split
        second Yasha was concerned about how easily Ranma was being
        manipulated into having sex with her- especially since he had just
        interrupted his lovemaking with Shampoo by a sheer act of will- but
        then she remembered the ever present power of Kasumi-sama, watching
        over them.  Silently she thanked the hentai goddess and reminded
        herself to pay the favor back someday.
                Ranma began to pump the succubus, doggie-style, holding onto
        her waist for dear life.  Yasha just kept demanding it harder and
        faster, her moans driving Ranma wild.
                "You want it hard?  You want it fast?  Okay... YAHHH!!!", he
        screamed as his training technique kicked in.  His shaft became a
        blur, slipping at high speeds in and out of Yasha's wet and tight
        cunt.  Yasha purred and gurgled in delight, her face contorting to
        a visage of pure pleasure.  Ranma turned the succubus back over again
        and spread her legs wide and high, holding them there by the back of
        her knees.  Ranma's balls continually slapped against her taunt,
        round buttocks making an almost comical sound effect at the speed it
        was being produced.
                Yasha's grand breasts spun wildly in a similarly comical
        manner, anyone observing the two would have sworn it was a porno tape
        on fast-forward.  Yasha smiled up at Ranma, who's eyes were shut and
        face dripping with perspiration, and shape-shifted into Ranko, the
        smaller Ranma-chan clone.  Ranma only opened one eye for a moment to
        see what had happened then returned to fucking her.  Ranko smiled at
        an idea she had been dying to try.  Ranko began slamming her own sex
        back at Ranma with Amaguriken speed.  This time, Ranma wanted to open
        both eyes, but couldn't afford to handle any other stimuli.  The
        succubus wasn't far off either.  In a few minutes, Ranko came with a
        force she rarely experienced.  The unsatiable demoness kept pumping
        against Ranma awaiting his cum, but she found her partner wasn't
        participating.
                "There now... you satisfied?  You didn't fake that."
                "Uh y-yes, I did.  I-", she was unconvincing.
                "Bullshit."
                "You're not going to cum in me?"
                "No."
                "*On* me?", she asked hopefully.  Ranma shook his head.  "How
        can you do this to yourself!"
                "If you really want to, you can try to get me off but there's
        no chance of it happening."  Somehow, Yasha knew he was right.  He
        was on the brink but using techniques learned from Hinako to keep
        himself from cumming.  But Yasha was never one to back down from a
        challenge.  She shifted back to her other form and knelt down in
        front of the standing Ranma, taking his member into her mouth.  Her
        large breasts swayed with every movement as she tried every oral
        trick she knew.  No dice.  Then again, she hadn't tried *every* oral
        trick... Yasha shifted back to Ranko once more and materialize a pail
        of water over Ranma's head, which she turned over.
                "HEY!", screamed the chilled and wet, Ranma-chan.
                "Gotcha!"  Ranko climbed between Ranma-chan's legs and
        started her job.  She knew that Ranma, in his girl form, had little
        to nothing in the area of sex-education... easy prey to an experienced
        succubus.  Especially, Ranma-chan's body was *her* body... she knew
        where and what to do to at any given time.  The identical red-heads
        buried each other's faces into her steaming slits and began to eat
        each other out with a passionate fury, rolling across the bed.
                "Unn!  Oo!!  Ahh!  Agh!  Oh!!!", Ranma couldn't hold back her
        cries of passion no matter how disgraceful.  The succubus, meanwhile,
        lapped up the honey flowing from Ranma-chan's slit eagerly.  Ranko
        parted Ranma's petals wide with her fingers and began to toy with the
        spot she knew would affect the poor human the most.  Finally, Ranma
        came, the force of her contractions squeezing out more delicious
        cream for Ranko to devour.  Nearly simultaneously, Ranko came only a
        moment after.
                But where as Ranma-chan fell backwards, exhausted.  The never
        tiring demoness continued to wreak havoc, assaulting Ranma's limp
        body with pleasure after pleasure.  Ranma was rocked by orgasm after
        orgasm, until she was nearly delirious.  Eventually, Ranma-chan just
        fell asleep on Ranko.
                "Hmph!  Not even a thank you!", she smiled.  She cast a
        sanitation spell to clean up the mess, removing all evidence of sex
        from the scene, and toyed with the idea of making Ranma think it was
        a dream... but she decided against it and simply cast a spell to
        restore Ranma in her sleep.
                                        -=-=-
                The next morning, Ranma-chan lazily woke up, turned and
        looked up at the ceiling.  It was unfamiliar.  Oh, that was right,
        this was Nabiki's island.  Ranma groped at her chest, found a set of
        boobs, and realized he was a she.  <How in the- oh yeah... Yasha.>
        Once she decided to, Ranma-chan had little trouble getting up.  She
        found a emerald marker on the nightstand next to her and picked it
        up.  <I wonder what->  Under examination she found a gold bracelet
        engraved in once side, like the ones on Yasha's ankle and wrist.  She
        was just about to hold it to the light when it dissolved into nothing
        but the sound of Yasha giggling.
                Well that verified that last night was real.  As she walked
        to the bathroom to clean up, she realized she was already fresh.  But
        Ranma-chan wanted to be Ranma-kun, so she started to run the hot
        water anyway.  Something about yesterday or island was fishy... she
        had only been here one day and she had already been touched in sexual
        ways by three women!  And she hardly resisted!  Ranma began to worry
        if she was begin drugged again.
                As she slipped into the water and felt the transformation
        take place, he found it ironic that while trying to prove he wasn't
        gay, he ended up making love to Yasha as a girl, anyway.  Now he was
        angry at himself... with all three girls, Nabiki, Shampoo, & Yasha,
        their intents were *so* obvious, yet *every* time, he failed to
        completely avoid their advances.
                Shimatta!  He had even touched Shampoo in an unforgivable
        manner!  There was no way he'd be rid of her after last night!  More
        and more, Ranma began to suspect he was being slipped doses of
        Passion Fever Dust.  Fine, then... he would just not eat the food
        prepared for him.  He would live on coconuts, bananas, and fish for a
        while... he could handle it!
                                        -=-=-
                Rally Vincent looked out at the muggy Chicago morning with
        disgust.  Her life sucked.  She wasn't getting any younger and she
        had yet to have a serious relationship with any one guy... that is to
        say, she had hardly had any sort of relationship with any guy.  It
        wasn't that guys didn't interest her... it just was not a priority in
        her busy schedule.  But now she was getting a little worried... and a
        little lonely.
                May was a great friend, but she couldn't provide all the
        companionship she needed.  And lately, May was getting on her nerves.
        Rally would constantly hear how wonderful Ken was, and how great May
        thought he was.  May would sit by the phone, staring at Ken's picture
        waiting for him to call, then leave on dates with him in the night,
        then return and tell Rally all about it.  Rally was on the virge of
        killing either May or Ken.  In fact, May was spending the weekend
        with Ken leaving Rally all alone.
                <Maybe I need a cat?>  Rally imagined herself twenty years
        later surrounded by feline friends and shuddered... what a thought.
        Just then, the doorbell rang.
                "Heeey, Pussycat!", the ATF agent sleepily smiled, sticking
        his head in the door.  Rally grabbed his face and pushed it back out
        across the threshold.
                "Go away, Bill."
                "What's the matter, Rally?  You sound depressed!  Is the city
        life getting to you?"  Rally just groaned.  While she acted disgusted
        to see Bill, she actually was thankful for even *his* company.  Rally
        shuddered again, when she realized that.  "Well I got, JUST the cure
        for ya babe!"  Bill whipped out a glossy brochure and flashed it in
        front of Rally's face.  Then he took out a file and tossed it down.
                "What is it, Bill?"
                "This is your ticket to the beautiful Xanadu resort on the
        tropical Lodoss Island!"
                "What are you talking about?"
                "Hey, where's May?  She should hear this, too."
                "May's out.  Com'on, what's up?"
                "Well it seems that there's been some gun running and drug
        dealing out in the Pacific, so the ATF is right on it!"  Rally picked
        up the file and flipped through it.
                "Hm... isn't Japan a little out of your jurisdiction?"
                "Well, as the guns and drugs are being shipped into the US,
        we've received a special permit to- ah- extend our area of influence
        in this particular case."
                "What does this have to do with me?"
                "Glad you asked, Baby, glad you asked....  The ATF has every
        reason to believe that there are major transactions occurring during
        the festivities on Xanadu."
                "Festivities?"
                "A tournament... a test of female fighters... it's a front
        and kind of kinky if you ask me!"
                "Well no one *asked* you!  You don't expect me to fight in
        this tourney, do you?!"
                "Nothing like that, Kitten... although weapons *are* allowed.
        It seems that male access to the island is highly exclusive, so we're
        going for the best all-female team we can put together to go in there
        and find out what we need to know.  You'll be acting as a manager for
        her-", Bill pulled out a picture from the file, "Tracy, who will be
        the *real* competitor.  What we want *you* to do is relax, enjoy the
        sun and surf, and protect Tracy as a bodyguard.  It's really a cake-
        walk for you, Rally.  I picked this mission for you as a gift!"
                "I'm a bounty hunter, what makes you think I'll just go in
        and do this?"
                "Well first off, there are big rewards on the heads of the
        drug lords, and their bound to show up.  And second... have you got
        anything better to do?"
                                        -=-=-
                "I think he's on to us."
                "Hm?"
                "Ranma didn't eat breakfast this morning... or rather, he
        went out to eat."
                "Out?!  Out to where?"
                "Out to the outside.  He caught a fish, had a banana on the
        side, and drank coconut milk for dessert."
                "You're kidding.", said Nabiki.  Kasumi giggled.
                "No, I'm not... but actually, it's kind of funny."
                "Well then... to Plan B."
                "You actually have a Plan B?"
                "Doesn't every girl who wants to take over the world have a
        Plan B?"
                "You're kidding.", Kasumi imitated.
                "About the world domination part?  Yes.  But about Plan B?
        No, I've actually got something up my sleeve...."  Nabiki then pulled
        what looked like a package of instant ramen flavoring out of her
        sleeve, and set them on the table.  Kasumi went over and examined the
        package.  The writing was entirely in Chinese so she was unable to
        read most of it.
                "What is this?"
                "We know that the Junsekyo Springs can alter a person's
        personality as well as their species or sex."
                "We do?"
                "If say, a warrior were to fall in the Cursed Spring of
        Drowned Priest... then in his cursed form, he'd be a peaceful and
        spiritual person rather than one filled with bloodlust."
                "Okay."
                "And we know where to get instant Junsekyo curses, like the
        ones Shampoo used."
                "We do?"
                "Actually, up until this morning we didn't.  But I had a talk
        with Shampoo and she gave me their phone number."
                "So if we found, say, the Curse of the Drowned Pervert...",
        said Kasumi, catching on.
                "You got it!"
                "Well, then... let's go find Ranma!"
                                        -=-=-
                Ranma wandered around the beautiful & huge resort until he
        stumbled upon Akane and Ranko training in a grove of bamboo.
                "Hi, Ranma!"
                "Good morning, Cousin!  Did you sleep well?"
                "Being an island alone with beautiful women, gave me very
        *interesting* dreams, Ranko."
                "Interesting!?!", Akane said through grit teeth.
                "They were all about women throwing themselves upon me!-"
                "RANMA!", Akane admonished.
                "Was *I*, one of the women?", Ranko giggled.
                "RANKO!"  Akane began to notice that Ranko was adopting
        Nabiki's off color humor.
                "And me turning them all aside to be with my one true love,
        you, Akane!", he finished, stealing a kiss that caused her to smile
        and blush.
                "Ranma!", she said in an embarrassed tone, then kissed him
        back.  Ranko coughed and the couple froze.
                "So, you two are really in love?"  For a while both Ranma and
        Akane were silent, being caught in the act... they were so accustomed
        to Ranko's presence, they had forgotten to- Ranma realized that Yasha
        was saying it was alright for Ranko to know.
                "Yeah, we are.", Ranma smiled.  Akane punched his arm then
        looked at Ranko.  <I guess there's no harm in letting her know.>
                "Yes, Ranko, we really love each other.  Can you keep it a
        secret for now?"
                "I understand.  I promise.  Now that you've told me this, I
        have got something to tell you, Akane..."  Ranma thought Yasha was
        going to reveal herself to Akane... she didn't.  "I was once in love
        with your Ranma, too."  Akane opened her mouth but didn't know what
        to say.  "But then again, I was only eight years old at the time!",
        she smiled.  "Now that I see him, I still love him.  But I'm content
        to love him as a brother.  Romantically, there's nothing between us."
                "Thanks, Ranko.  It's really good to know someone like you
        knows our secret... now I can gossip about Ranma, behind his back,
        with you!  Just don't steal him away from me, girl!"
                "Ahem!  I'm still here, you know?"
                "How could we forget you!?"  Ranma took a girl in each arm
        and began walking to the tea garden.  Surrounded by such beauty and
        the two girls he loved most, Ranma thought it would be a splendid day
        and at last his vacation would be going in the right direction.
                                        -=-=-
                "IEEEEE!!!"
                "Oh, dear God!  Miss Shampoo-"
                "OH OH!  UNG!  AAAAAAH!"
                "Miss Shampoo!  Please!  You-"
                "Ooo!  MMM!  Ah!  HM!"
                "You must desist your- ahem- your activities, at once!  You
        cannot be doing... *THAT* in a public area!"  Right now Ikari was
        very flustered.  As usual, he had been surveying the grounds, as a
        good security computer should do, when he noticed Shampoo stopping on
        the front steps.  She was wearing a tight-fitting, red dress... not
        that it mattered, because in a heart beat it was off!  The big busted
        amazon then began rolling about, naked, while fingering herself with
        her middle finger.  Ikari knew from Nabiki's records that Shampoo was
        a more shameless girl that then others, but it never mentioned such
        an extreme!
                "Miss Shampoo!"
                "AAAAHHHHH!!!!  ....  S-shut up, stupid Voice.  Shampoo is
        horny.", she said, panting after orgasm.
                "Er, why then are you 'horny', Miss Shampoo."
                "Ranma teased Shampoo last night, have phoney men take
        Shampoo away!  Shampoo like foreplay but not one that take so long!"
        Ikari couldn't recall the event, since he had promised Ranma to wipe
        all memory of Ranma's activities... he'd have to forget this too, or
        at least the part that pretained to Ranma.
                "Miss Shampoo, you can continue your activites, *privately*,
        in your quarters-"
                "Shampoo can't help self, ever since Akane pervert sister
        give me Dust!  Shampoo wanted Dust for Ranma!  But Nabiki say no and
        say just as good on Shampoo.  So Shampoo take and now like this!"
                "The Dust?  Is that all?  I'll get some cyborgs to spray you
        with some repressant, and take you to your quarters, all right?"
        What Ikari didn't know was that the repressant only repressed...
        unlike Dr. Tofu's formula with had a amnesiac element to cause the
        patient to forget their urges when the represant wore off, it didn't
        cure.  Shampoo's urges would return.
                                        -=-=-
                After lunch, at which Ranma warily picked at his food (no
        sense in alarming the girls), Ranko, Akane, & Ranma saw Ukyou, alone,
        training on the shore of the blue, freshwater lagoon.
                "I'm going to go talk to Ukyou, okay?"  Ranma let Ranko go
        without hesitation, eager to be with Akane alone.
                "We'll see you later!", Ranma called back as he quickly
        pulled Akane away.  Ranko jogged up to Ukyou who was walking up a
        diagonally growing palm tree.
                "Hey, U-chan!", Ranko called.  Ukyou jerked at the sound of
        Ranko's voice and stumbled.  Ranko helped her up as she brushed off
        the sand.  "I'm sorry!"
                "It's okay."  Ukyou didn't look at her.
                "I didn't mean to distract you, U-chan... um, may I call you
        U-chan, Ukyou?"
                "Well, usually only Ranma calls me that... so you should ask
        him... but I don't mind, I guess."  Ukyou still didn't make eye
        contanct.  Ranko seemed delighted, though.
                "I'm sure he'll let me!  And you can call me Ran-chan!  ....
        That is, when Ranma's not around."  Something seemed to break in
        Ukyou as she grabbed Ranko by front of her dress.
                "YOU'RE *NOT* RANMA, OKAY!?!  You may look like him and sound
        like him but you don't act like him, think like him, or have his
        soul!  LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"  Ukyou seemed to tremble for a moment
        before she fell to her knees and started crying.  "I'm sorry.", she
        mumbled through her tears, "I shouldn't have yelled at you.  You were
        just trying to be friendly."  Ranko sat down beside her and asked her
        point blank:
                "Do you like me?", Ranko asked.
                "Huh?  Yeah, you're a very nice person."
                "No, I mean do you *like* me?"  Ukyou turned away.
                "I d-don't know... what you mean."  Ranko touched Ukyou's
        face and she flinched.  Ranko turned Ukyou's head to face her.
                "I mean, are you attracted to me?-"
                "You're very pretty...."
                "Sexually."  Ukyou turned away again.  After a while she
        answered.
                "Yes."
                "....  I thought so."
                "I'm scared of you."
                "Why?"
                "Because all this time I thought I loved Ranma- then you came
        along- I'm all messed up.  He was the first- the only one to call me
        cute.  But- I feel as though I'll never have my chance with Ranma so
        I'm settling for you... that you were trying to replace him in my
        life!  And I was scared because you were a girl!  I didn't think I
        was- I was... that *way*."
                "What way?"
                "Lesbian?  Bisexual?  I don't know, I'm so messed up-"
                "I'm bisexual.", Ranko interrupted.
                "What- Huh- How do you know?"
                "In time, you'll know... but not if you hide from yourself.
        I don't know you very well, but I have feelings towards you, too."
                "Y-You do?", Ukyou stammered.
                "Yes."
                "I'm still trying to figure myself out- I can't- I won't-"
                "Why don't we just get to know each other first?"
                "Okay, I'd like that."  Ukyou started piling white sand on
        her toes as she looked out at the still lagoon.
                "So what do you want to talk about.", Ranko smiled.
                                        -=-=-
                When dinner came, so did all those folks scattered about the
        island.  Shampoo came, hair frizzled and glazed over eyes, as did
        Hinako, ready and eager to eat.  Kasumi and Nabiki carefully unfolded
        their napkins and placed them on their laps.  Ranma & Akane came in
        adjusting their rumpled clothing and with big smiles on their faces.
        Lastly, Ukyou and Ranko appeared.  They walked in holding hands and
        giggling.  They tried to straighten out their faces but it only
        caused them to explode into more laughter.  Finally everyone arrived
        and Nabiki called for their attention with a bell.
                "You've all have had a little taste of Xanadu, and I assure
        you that in the tournament to come there will be plenty of time to
        relax and enjoy the island.  I want you all to have a great time
        while you are here and to have fun!  But tonight, we'll eat, we'll
        drink, and we'll party into the night, because tomorrow the women
        will begin to arrive and the tourney will begin!  A toast!", she
        paused to allow everyone to raise their glasses with her, "To Xanadu
        and to us!"  Everyone echoed her toast and downed their drinks, all
        except Ranma who politely refrained from drinking.
                                        -=-=-
                "Rally, meet Tracy.  Tracy, meet Rally.", Bill introduced the
        two.  The women shook hands and greeted each other.
                "Hey."
                "Hi."
                "All right you two, when we get there our plan has two parts:
        Tracy is going to be in the tournament as cover and as a spy if she
        can win the tournament and the confidence of the crime lords.  The
        other part is Rally and me.  We'll pose as bodyguards and managers
        for Tracy, and be investigating the drug and gun running during the
        whole tournament, in case Tracy doesn't win."
                "Okay, it sounds sort of like a plan.", Tracy smirked.
                "Hey, by the way, what makes you so special?  Why did the ATF
        pick you up to participate in the tourney?"
                "Actually, I'm a cop, and it surprised me that they wanted to
        bring a bounty hunter in as my bodyguard.  But I was planning on
        entering, anyway, to track the Organization.  We have good leads that
        point to this tourney, relating to the Organization.  The ATF just
        decided to tag along."
                "Err... okay.  I meant, what kind of fighting abilities do
        you posses?"  Tracy smiled.  In a heartbeat, two oversized tonfas
        flipped out of nowhere into Tracy's hands.
                "Armed combat is allowed, sister.  I can do a whole lotta
        damage with these babies!"
                "Against trained martial artists?"
                "Just wait and see what I can do, I bet I'm more lethal than
        you and your guns!"
                "Oh yeah?"  Rally's hand went into her jacket.
                "WHOA!  Hold on their ladies!  I've see less testosterone in
        a boy's locker room!  Save it for the bad guys!"
                                        -=-=-
                Ukyou, Ranko, and Hinako drank and danced to much and their
        conditions ranged from tipsy to flat out drunk.  Ikari had the
        cyborgs take the women to their rooms.  Akane and Shampoo retired
        early to be better prepared for tomorrow, leaving Ranma alone with
        Kasumi and Nabiki.
                "So, Ranma!  You've decided not to act as my host?"
                "Uh huh."
                "And you decision is final?"
                "Yup."
                "I can't change your mind in any way then?"
                "Now you're catching on, Nabiki!"
                "What would be so bad about helping her, Ranma?", Kasumi
        asked.  Nabiki held her hand up.
                "No, Kasumi.  He's made up his mind and we must respect his
        decision."
                "You respect it by trying to drug me again?"
                "Ranma, we were just trying to help you loosen up a bit!  You
        *are* on vacation, you know!"
                "Nobody asked for your help-"
                "I didn't want to do it this way... but I've got no other
        choice!  Ranma... forgive me."  Nabiki produced a bucket of water and
        threw it a Ranma.  Years of experience had taught Ranma to dodge at
        once, when a bucket appeared, and the water splashed harmlessly to
        his side... just as Nabiki had planned.  Nabiki pulled hard on a
        thick yellow cord and a second bucket of water was released on top of
        the poor, unsuspecting Ranma.
                Ranma sat there, dripping wet, fists and teeth clenched
        tightly.  He was about to pounce upon Nabiki when he realized
        something... he was still a he.  He didn't change!  And that was most
        certainly COLD water!!!  Before he could think of anything else, he
        was forced to react as an emotional being....
                "YAAAAHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!", Ranma yelled as he leapt up forty
        feet into the air.  "ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou!!!", he said as
        his kissed Nabiki all over the face.  His last kiss lingered as he
        held her tightly and kissed her passionately... his hand slid down to
        her butt.
                "W-O-W...", Nabiki panted as she stumbled slightly.
                "Well, did it work?", Kasumi asked.
                "I-I'm not sure... it seemed to have-"
                "I mean the hentai part."
                "That might have just been gratitude-"
                "Well, then... only one way to find out."  Kasumi grabbed
        Ranma's head by the ears to stop him from dancing then ripped open
        her blouse.  "Ranma, look.", she commanded, then shoved his face
        between her beautiful black-lace bra covered boobs.
                "Agaaa- aga- ga- ga- ga- eeewwwwwrrrr-", Ranma stammered.  He
        was getting dizzy and coming close to fainting.  His hands, almost
        automatically, as if by reflex, clamped onto Kasumi's chest and
        squeezed.  Ranma's mind screamed in horror... then he did faint.
                                        -=-=-
                When he came to, he found his face still buried in Kasumi's
        ample front... obviously he had not been out for long.  He was also
        still groping Akane's voluptuous older sister.  There was something
        different this time, though.  Now, he didn't mind.  He didn't mind
        that he was betraying Akane.  He didn't mind that it was with Akane's
        sister.  He didn't mind that he was aroused by Kasumi.  He didn't
        mind that he was committing an act he would never do on his own accord
        given the chance.  He was obviously a different person.
                So different, that he undid the front of Kasumi's bra to free
        her lovely breasts.  He squeezed their silky flesh through his palms
        then forced Kasumi to her knees.  Kasumi, like a frantic animal,
        undid Ranma's pants and dropped his boxers.  She stuffed his engorged
        member down her throat eagerly anticipating a treat she had been long
        denied, all the while, Ranma grasping the back of her head and aiding
        her cause.  At the very last moment, Ranma pulled out, spraying his
        semen across her face and chest.  It was almost disgusting in the way
        he delighted as she scrambled to clean up as much of it as she could.
                Ranma got behind her, as she was on her hands and knees, and
        ran hand along the inside of her leg only to find her dripping with
        anticipation.  Ripping away her lacey underthings with one jerk, he
        exposed Kasumi completely.  Ranma pushed himself inside her, Kasumi
        moaning desperately at his entry.  Near the two, more moaning could be
        heard from Nabiki who was going mad with lust and fingering herself.
        Ranma kept pushing until he had buried himself to the hilt in Kasumi,
        her warm, slick, throbbing pussy, clenching around him.  Stroking
        himself in and out of her, Ranma pushed them both to the limits of
        ecstasy.  Kasumi stuck her ass high in the air, back into Ranma, as
        she ground her face into the carpet.  She was clutching at the floor
        and her heavy tits mashed against the rug, as she pounded backwards.
                Again, Ranma withdrew, spurting his hot cum across her back.
        This only frustrated Kasumi further, she was determined to get him
        to cum inside of her... one way or another.  Kasumi, when driven by
        lust, was equally transformed as Ranma was with his current "curse."
        It was obvious from her next request.
                "Fuck my ass, Ranma!"
                "Say it again?", Ranma grinned mischievously.
                "You heard me, you bastard!  I want it up the ass!"
                "You asked for it... UNGH!"
                "OH MY!", she parodied herself.
                As Ranma invaded Kasumi's rear, Nabiki began an assault on
        her front.  Nabiki played with Kasumi's jiggling breasts as she rode
        Ranma's shaft, pinching the nipples, and biting them gently.  Kasumi
        fingered herself with one hand while playing with Nabiki with the
        other.  The trio heaved together for a while before they all exploded
        together, their passion spent.  Kasumi gasped, panting in the wake of
        her sexual experience, as Nabiki choked for air, lying on her back.
                In a moment, Nabiki's back was arching back.  This was
        because Ranma has slushed out of Kasumi and into Nabiki.  With her
        knees nearly to her chest and her legs spread wide, Ranma began
        slamming Nabiki.
                "S-so... *<pant, pant>*  What's this plan- YEAH!- about me
        being the sponsor, or host?"  Nabiki opened her eyes as best she
        could and addressed Kasumi.
                "I- OHMYGOD!- t-t-think it- AHHH!- w-worked!"
                                        -=-=-
                When the first plane landed, Nabiki was there to greet them.
        It seemed that shades were in style, as Sofia, Nina, Chun Li, Tracy,
        Rally, and Bill all stepped off the plane wearing them.  Nabiki
        greeted them all with a warm smile and a handshake, introducing
        herself as one of the many sponsors for the tourney, and gave them
        each a tag for their own personal cyborg to serve them.  Which was in
        this case: carrying the bags.
                In general, the shaded guests stepped off the plane with
        little to say, surveying their surroundings in a very professional
        manner.  But there were some exceptions.  Nabiki overheard part of a
        conversation between a teen-aged Japanese school girl and a busty
        blond young adult:
                "Oh?  So what *do* you do?"
                "Actually, besides fighting in tournaments, I'm a college
        student."
                "Where does a college student get the money to participate in
        a tournament like this?"
                "The same place a high school girl like yourself does,
        Missy!"
                "So you're here just for the title, too, huh?  You're waiving
        your right to the prize money, just to participate... like me!"
                "I don't care so much about the title or the money as the
        experience.  I train to increase my skill and to...- forget it."
                "What!?  Why do you fight?  Don't just, 'forget it!'", Sakura
        pouted, upset that Sarah had cut herself off.
                "You see, that's just it... I've forgot it.  I've lost many
        of my memories.  It's not like I have total amnesia- Hello, my name
        is Sarah Bryant- but I can't remember a lot of important things...
        like my family.  Fighting helps me focus... and get my memories back
        to me."
                "I see....  Well, I fight to prove myself to my- my-..."
                "Your what?"
                "I'm not sure what to call him.  I'm his greatest fan and I
        have watched him from afar, studying his technique.  That's where I
        learned how to fight.  He's my mentor I guess... but I have- well, I
        have sort of a crush on him.", Sakura giggled.
                "Sounds like Fei Long's got himself a stalker!", Sarah joked.
                "Hey!  No!  It's not that movie star!  Long's as fake as that
        Jonny Cage guy!  No, my mentor's a *REAL* fighter...", Sakura sighed,
        "He's a REAL *DREAM*!"
                "So who's the lucky guy?  Tell me already!", Sarah pressed.
                "He's the greatest fighter in the world!"
                "Every girl thinks her guy's the greatest-"
                "But he *IS* the-"
                "*WHO*!?!", Sarah demanded, her face screwed up in total
        frustration.  Sakura, having a little brother who made the *exact*
        same face, burst into peels of laughter.  It was contaigous and Sarah
        was soon laughing too.  Finally they calmed down.
                "Okay, okay!", Sakura said, wiping her tears, "It's Ryu."
        Sarah looked at her a moment and let out a long whistle.
                "Girl... you sure know how to pick 'em."
                                        -=-=-
                "Wow, she's cute!", Bill whistled as they passed Sakura.
                "You're old enough to be her father, Bill!"
                "I'm not kind of guy, Rally."
                "Though, she looks Japanese and the age of consent is much
        lower over there....", Tracy commented.
                "Then again-"
                "BILL!", Rally looked at him crossly.
                "I'm kidding!  Can't you take a joke?  Why would I chase
        after cute little girls when I've got two drop-dead gorgeous women
        right here?!  HA HA!", he slapped their behinds for emphasis.
                "Hey, I'm taken!", Tracy frowned in offense and blushed in
        flattery at the same time.  Rally, too, colored... but for a totally
        different reason.
                "Hands *OFF*, Pal!!!"  Rally twisted his arm until Bill said
        "Uncle!"
                                        -=-=-
                "...."  Suddenly, his eyes flew open as he remained in his
        lotus position.
                <Do you feel that?  Yessss... of course you do.>
                "...."
                <There is an anomaly... the souls of many.  The concentration
        of chi is undeniable.  Many powerful spirits drawing together.  It
        must be another tournament, no doubt, a very special one, to attract
        OUR attention.>
                "...."
                <Ryu may be there.>  Gouki snarled at the mention of Ryu.
                "I will destroy him."
                <It is near... *VERY* near.>  Akuma grunted and dove into the
        cold, dark sea.  As he swam away, his island began to sink into the
        depths of the sea.  Akuma swam with powerful strokes, edging closer
        to Lodoss Island with every passing moment.  Akuma couldn't help
        himself, he let out a maniacal laugh in the middle of the blue-green
        sea.
                "Ryu!  I'm coming for you!"
                                        -=-=-
                "Oh my God!  It's *SO* BEAUTIFUL!!!", Yuri squealed.  She
        spun around to take in the view, nearly smacking King with her heavy
        luggage.  Mai stepped off next, giggling with delight and wearing
        scandalously little.
                "King, isn't it amazing!?", Mai gasped in awe.  King looked
        around and smiled.
                "I have to admit, it is quite lovely.  So far, all we've done
        here is see the pretty scenery but already it seems to be worth every
        penny... I think this vacation will do me good.", she let out a soft
        sigh of contentment.
                "Don't get *too* relaxed... we've still got a tourney to win,
        gals.", Mai reminded them.
                "Ha!  No problem!"  King put her hands in the back pockets of
        her shorts and stretched backwards.  "Ohh!  After a little rest and
        relaxation, I'll be ready to take the title in no time!"
                "Not if *I* get it first!", Mai said.
                "Hey, don't be in such a rush to win, let's enjoy this place
        and get our money's worth!", Yuri said.
                "Speaking of which... this map says a 24 hour restaurant is
        open for business.  I'm hungry and our meal tickets will cover any
        regular meals... let's eat!", said Mai.
                "Yeah, airplane food always makes me hungry!"
                "Hopeless... just, hopeless....", King sighed.
                                        -=-=-
                The contestants were allowed to mingle and wander Xanadu for
        the first few hours as more and more guests arrived.  When the what
        seemed to be the majority of fighters arrived, Nabiki announced that
        the orientation would take place in the concert hall.  After everyone
        gathered into the hall, the rules of the tourney, codes of conduct,
        operation of cyborgs, recreation activities available, tours of Lodoss
        Island, and how to acquire Ikari's aid, were all discussed and briefly
        explained.  Then, Nabiki introduced Ranma.
                                        -=-=-
                "I feel stupid!", Ranma muttered, sitting backstage waiting
        for Nabiki to finish.  Kasumi smiled and adjusted his face-mask.  "I
        feel like Zorro, Tuxedo Mask, Robin, or a lame bank robber... why do
        I need this idiotic mask?!?"
                "To add a sense of mystery, Ranma!  The mask makes you very,
        very sexy.  Besides, the rich are known to be eccentric... your mask
        won't bother anyone."
                "You really think it makes me look sexy?"
                "*More* sexy... I can barely hold myself back."
                "You think other girls will find it sexy?"
                "*Certainly*!  Zorro and Mask got ALL the gals, remember?"
                "I still think I look like a dork... but I'll wear the dumb
        mask, anyway.  I need it to be a judge, and girls who need to win
        will want to please the judge, in anyway they can...-", Ranma's voice
        trailed off as he began to smile broadly, his mind on something else.
                "Ranma, pay attention!  Nabiki is about to call you up!"
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