Cures and Solution
Part 3
by David Farr
The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and are
used here without permission for the purposes of fanfiction. This story
may be stored for the purposes of archiving only so long as the text
remains unchanged.
Note: this story contains themes not suitable for minors.
http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
Thanks to HPackrat, who continues to prod me into writing
more.
*****
The walls of Ucchan's were thankfully very thick, so the pair left in
the hallway wouldn't have to listen to the sound of the seduction going
on in Ukyo's bedroom. Akane leaned against the wall opposite the door,
staring down past her crossed arms.
"What's the matter Akane-chan? You look kind of depressed. Sorry that
you lost the first night?"
Akane looked up and frowned at Ukyo. "No, that's not it. I was just
thinking, what if Ranma's right? What if those aliens did something to us
to make us act that way?"
Ukyo replied with a quiet chuckle. "I think, Akane-chan, that's a given.
We three would never have thought about doing something like this, well,
except maybe Shampoo, let alone working together. It wouldn't have
worked, there wasn't enough trust."
"And now there is." Akane's frown deepened.
"We can't do anything about it, not now." Ukyo shrugged. "So we live
with the new us, and act as we think best. Either that or we doubt our
every action, and lose the next time we get in a fight." She turned to
grin brightly at her friend. "Besides, if it brings us what we've always
wanted, isn't it for the best. We all love him."
Akane blushed deeply. "Ummm..."
This time a musical laugh escaped from Ukyo. "Don't tell me you're still
going to carry on with that 'there is no way' line you always yell. I can
see you're just as smitten by him as Shampoo and me."
"I suppose so," Akane allowed.
"I'd better be off for a patrol around the shop. Don't want Ryoga
wandering in by accident." She started off down the corridor, then paused
and looked over her shoulder. "Just be grateful it's only the three of
us. Imagine what it'd be like trying to share Ranma with Kodachi." Both
shuddered at the thought.
*****
Inside Shampoo was plagued by problems harder to overcome than doubts.
It had been easy to remove her airen's clothing (what little there had
been) for the same reason it had been easy to get him across Nerima to
Ucchan's. Now, he lay on Ukyo's futon, still snoring quietly, revealed in
his full naked glory.
And glory was the word as far as Shampoo was concerned. True, she'd seen
Ranma unclothed before, when she'd popped up on him in the furo a couple
of times, but this time she could just sit back and stare at his firm
body and muscles.
Unfortunately, that was all she could do. He'd slept through the trip,
the undressing, a quiet whisper in the ear, a shake, a loud yell, a loud
yell in the ear, a slap (he'd dodged that) and even an alarm clock (she'd
have to tell Ukyo to reset it.) There was nothing more she could think of
that wouldn't wake up the entire neighbourhood and bring unwanted
attention.
Then it struck her. Grinning, she leant forward lowering her head until
her mouth was next to his ear. She was about to do it, when another idea
came to her. Quickly she shrugged off her dress, glad that she had such
an easy to remove outfit, then stripped off her underwear.
Naked, she lay down on Ranma, not directly on top, but so that her legs
straddled one of his. A shiver of delight ran through her as her nipples
brushed along his skin and for a moment she debated whether or not she
should just enjoy this. Finally she lowered her lips to his ear again,
and gave a quiet, loving mew.
Ranma's reaction was a little more than she expected. He immediately
threw her off, sending her flying across the room, and scrambled
backwards. It was only her skill martial artist (and her cat-like nature)
that allowed her to flip in the low throw and land on her knees.
"Wha?" Ranma glanced about fearfully. "Where's the c-cat?"
"Is no cat. Just Shampoo and Airen."
Ranma relaxed visibly, lowering his head in relief. "Ummm... Shampoo...
where's my boxers?"
Grinning Shampoo glanced to the door. "Shampoo give to Ukyo and Akane to
hold. Airen not be needing for a little while."
"Umm... Ukyo and Akane?" he stared at the door as well, although Shampoo
could easily see the confusion on his face.
"Yes, they guard us. Make sure no one come in. Shampoo do same for them
when their turn."
"Turn? For what?"
Shampoo grinned again, then lowered her hands to the ground. "Stupid
Airen, is obvious." She raised her bottom and started to crawl towards
the naked young man slumped against the wall. As she moved she
purposefully swung her hips as if she was wagging a tail.
"Obvious?" Ranma's mind had pretty much shut down by the show Shampoo
was putting on. Her movement of her behind was translating through her
entire body, sending her large breasts swaying. She'd even managed to
time the swings so that her arms weren't in the way as she crawled.
"Is Shampoo's turn with Airen tonight, other's get turns other nights."
She reached him, and arced forward to brush her breasts against his body
as she leant up to his face. "Airen no have to worry, is what we want,"
she whispered just before their lips met.
'This isn't right,' is how Ranma's thoughts went during Shampoo's
seductive crawl. 'She's doing this cause of the aliens. It's...'
Shampoo's lips met with his, a loving touch that sent waves of pleasure
through him and derailing his train of thought. '...so nice.'
"Airen like?" Shampoo inquired.
"Yeah," Ranma sighed, melting a little as his mind and worries shut
down.
Shampoo pressed her body against Ranma's right arm, wrapping her breasts
around it and folding her legs into the tent of his. Slowly she started
running her hands over his chest and down his body. "Is good, no? You
want, hmmm?" She leaned up to kiss his neck, then turned it into a lick
that went up to over his cheek.
"Shampoo." Ranma twitched and raised his left arm, lifting it over to
hold onto the arm that reached down over him. "I don't want..."
A slight jolt of fear ran through Shampoo, now was not the time for him
to reject her. "Shhh, Airen no need worry." She lowered her head to rest
on his shoulder. "Shampoo want do this for Ranma, but no hold as victory.
Is gift to one I love." She closed her eyes. "Please Ranma, let Shampoo
give gift."
"Shampoo," he whispered. Slowly his hand travelled up her arm to grip
her shoulder. "Yes, Shampoo, if it's what you want."
A slight smile appeared on the amazon's face. "Thank you. Ranma just
sit, Shampoo do rest." Slowly she begun her stroking of his body, and
also started with equal lack of speed, moving the rest of her body.
Both teenagers enjoyed the feeling of skin sliding over skin, Ranma the
amazingly soft silk, Shampoo the firmness. Both shuddered in pleasure as
they moved, and so intent on the feelings was he that Ranma didn't
realise where her hand was heading until it got there.
Shampoo had timed it perfectly, her hand bushed against his member, so
hard from the play they had already gone through, at the same time as her
lips touched his a second time. Enjoying the taste of his kiss, she
started caressing his penis, winding her fingers up it until she reached
the tip.
As Ranma moaned into Shampoo's lips, she shifted, not allowing their
contact to change, but freeing her other hand. This hand sought out her
own pleasure, but was blocked. 'What?' Shampoo's mind exclaimed in
confusion, then she felt fingers stroke against the inside of her legs
and across her sensitive spot. 'How Ranma know?' The thought was blasted
out as he skilfully manipulated her.
The pair continued, lips locked, touching and caressing each other as
best they could. Soft moans reverberated through their kiss until they
could no longer tell which was making the sound.
Shampoo knew what was about to happen when Ranma's body stiffened under
her, and was satisfied when his member twitched away from her touch.
Moments later he gasped and his seed burst forth, slimy strings coating
Shampoo's hand.
It was only a few seconds more when Ranma's own ministrations brought
Shampoo to her climax. Unlike her lover, the amazon gave a cry as the
wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her eyes blurred as all her muscles
tensed and she felt, for an instant, like she was going to black out.
What seemed like hours past for the satisfied pair as they simply lay in
each other's arms. Ranma simply gazed down at the girl lying, slightly
curled, across his lap. 'It'll never be the same,' he realised as
exhaustion claimed him.
*****
"STEVEN!" The roar echoed across the deck, and would have made a Klingon
proud
For his part, the shorter alien was doing his best job of hiding amongst
the massive engines of their ship. Of course, considering who built the
ship, the engines had no need to be so big, their size was more for
dramatic effect than anything.
"Dammit, STEVEN, I know you're in here! Come out, I just want to talk!"
"Yeah, like I believe you Justin!" Steven called back. "You're so pissed
you've been stomping around the ship for the last four hours!"
The larger alien dove around the corner, grabbed at his companion's
collar. "Hah! Got you!"
"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Steven whined.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" Justin roared in his face,
sending his hair streaming behind him.
"Ah... no?"
"One line, you added just one line, and you managed to turn Akane, Ukyo
and Shampoo into Ranma's ready made harem!" He paused. "It was bad enough
that we stole this ship--"
"Borrowed! We only borrowed it! And it was for a good cause!"
"--then we brought it into the wrong universe," Justin continued,
ignoring Steven, "to alter the minds of three people. We might - might I
say - have gotten away with it if we had made Ranma's life easier.
Instead Ranma's now being seduced by all three of the fiancees! Do have
any idea how He is going to react when He finds out!"
"This ship isn't need for another few weeks, so as long we get it back
then, He'll never find out."
"Who won't find out?" a third voice inquired calmly. Both of the aliens
turned to look in horror at the newcomer.
*****
Morning broke with its usual stealthy approach. In other words, Ranma
was awoken by a kick to the side and a cry of: "Get up, boy! It's time to
train!"
"HUH?!" Ranma sat bolt upright and glanced about the room. Gone were
the shadowed confines of the bedroom above in Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, replaced
instead with the stark sunlit emptiness of the Tendo guestroom.
Other than the two futons the room was empty except for the old man
pulling on a white gi. Neither of these sights - the empty room or his
old man - were satisfying to wake up to after falling asleep with a
pretty girl. Briefly Ranma wondered if there was some way he could fix
that little problem.
"Stop dozing boy, we have to get some training in before you get
off to school." Genma was glaring down at him.
'Yeah, I definitely have to get away from my old man,' Ranma thought
darkly as he rose out from under the covers. He was glad to find out the
girls had remembered to return his boxers.
"Okay, okay, I'll be out in a moment."
The practise fight that morning was different from their usual bouts.
Despite the insults thrown by the old martial artist, Ranma remained
quiet, concentrating on his actions.
Standing on the porch, watching the aerial battle over the Koi pond,
Akane made a realisation. Ranma wasn't going all out, looking for holes
in his father's defenses. Instead each attack and blocked flowed into a
pattern, a recognisable pattern to someone who practised the
Anything-Goes Martial Arts.
"Isn't that a basic kata," Kasumi asked from beside her, causing Akane
to jump.
"Y-yes, it is."
"Why Uncle Saotome isn't defending against it?"
Akane peered at the battle, watching Genma's attacks and denfenses.
Many of his attacks were mistimed, probably failed attempts to guess where
Ranma was going to be. Ranma's simple blocks were sweeping up the rest.
"I think Uncle Saotome isn't ready to fight a Ranma who isn't viewing
him as a serious threat," Akane guessed.
"I wonder what happened to make him that confident? Whatever it was, it
even matured him."
Akane swept her head around to stare at her sister. She found that
Kasumi was staring at Ranma with a sad smile on her face. Then Akane
remembered what Kasumi looked for in a man. 'Maturity,' she thought. 'Oh,
Kasumi, I'm sorry, but you can't have him. He's ours.'
With the last strike of the Kata Ranma sent his father falling into the
pond, leaping clear of the splash. Genma turned, ready to strike out at
the boy as he taunted his father, but instead found Ranma walking back
inside.
"Do I have time for a quick wash before breakfast Kasumi?" Ranma asked
as he stepped up onto the porch.
"Yes, you do Ranma. It won't be ready for another couple of minutes."
"Thanks Kasumi."
*****
Shampoo awoke that morning feeling on top of the world. Last night she
had started the first step towards consummating her marriage, admittedly
in an expanded form. If everything went according to plan - which would
be a first for Nerima - then in only another three nights she would be a
woman.
She wandered downstairs to the dining room of the Nekohanten. It was
empty, of course, the restaurant didn't open until mid-morning. That left
Shampoo with to choices, either start on the cleaning chores, or go train
in the backyard. As happy as she was, cleaning just didn't have a chance.
As she started a kata with her large sword, she started thinking over
her new life. Of course there were problems. After eliminating the minor
irritants like Mousse, she had only one, and that was waiting three days
before she'd be able to spend some real time with Ranma.
Her two sisters in love (and soon marriage, by Amazon law), Akane and
Ukyo, were lucky. They could spend the entire day with Ranma, admittedly
at a boring Japanese school. Still, just being near her Airen would be a
joy. Maybe she would go to school.
Shampoo snorted, disrupting her concentration and forcing her to start
the kata again. She thought it was unlikely her that Grandmother would
let Shampoo go to Furnikan. Unless, of course, she could... and then...
hmm that might work. And it would have the nice side effect of keeping
Mousse busy at the restaurant.
"Grandmother," Shampoo cried, abandoning her training and bouncing back
into the building.
The old woman turned from where she was starting marinating some meat.
"What is it Granddaughter?"
"Shampoo wondering if you could do without her during day?"
Cologne stared at her, suspicion in her eyes. "For what purpose?"
Shampoo put on her best smile, and summoned up the memory of the
pervious night to put a sparkle in her eye. "Now that Airen propose to
Shampoo, she think it be good to keep eye on Airen, pervert girl and
spatula girl. Make sure they don't steal him."
"Son-in-law has done what?"
Shampoo started in on a long explanation - including the triple proposal
- that she knew would end up with her going to Furnikan High school.
*****
Two blurs shot past the old woman even before she had dipped the ladle
into the water. They continued along the pavement, darting in and out
around other pedestrians, towards the school.
'Almost late again, but Akane's not complaining. Scary,' Ranma thought
as he rounded the corner.
He was brought up short by a loud cry of: "Ranma Saotome, PRERPARE TO
DIE!" Standing in the centre of the school's front yard, was a sight
unseen in Furnikan since a few days after Ranma's arrival. A large
portion of the male student body was now facing him, some dressed in
sports gear, others in martial arts uniforms, and all were glaring at
Ranma.
"What is this? The Ryoga Hibiki fan club?" Ranma wondered aloud, before
the front line started forward.
Not waiting for an answer Ranma resumed his run, fists flashing
outwards. Opponents fell before him, battered down by powerful blows. Out
of the corner of his eyes he noticed that both Akane and Ukyo were
protecting his flanks, fighting to the best of their ability. Of course,
they had the advantage in that many of their opponents couldn't bring
themselves to hit them.
The battle, if it could be called that, ended swiftly, leaving the boys
lying around the trio. Ranma dusted his hands off and glanced at his two
companions.
"Nice fight you two, but--" Ranma clamped his mouth shut. Considering
how well things were going with them, now was not a good time to
antagonise them. After all, how often did he not have girl troubles.
"But what, Ranma-chan?" Ukyo asked, sliding her spatula back into the
straps across her back.
'Think quickly.' "What caused it?"
"A truly despicable act on your part, Ranma Saotome, if rumors are
true," a voice intoned from the steps to the school. Everyone turned to
face the voice, and found Kuno standing nobly atop the steps.
The Samurai was wearing his robes so fine they appeared to sparkle
brightly in the sunlight. His hair was combed to perfection and even his
teeth seemed to shine. Slowly he raised his polished bokken to point at
them.
"Tell me Saotome, that the words I have heard are not true. Tell me you
have not had the audacity to propose to the beauteous Akane Tendo, as
well as those two wenches that pursue you!"
Ranma slapped his hand to his forehead. "Not this again," he groaned.
"That's right, Kuno honey," Ukyo stepped forward, "he did that." She
pulled out her spatula. "Is there something you have to say about it?"
"Oh, hell," Ranma muttered.
"I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Kuno sliced his sword through the air before him.
He charged forward, lunging towards Ranma.
Ranma dropped into a ready stance, his eyes tightening waiting for
Kuno's attack. What he did except was for a sheet of grey metal to block
the charging Samurai. With a loud clang Kuno slammed into Ukyo's spatula,
leaving a large dent in it.
Ukyo peeled the weapon off his face and frowned at it. "He sure knows
how to leave an impression."
The dazed Samurai looked at the chef. "That didn't hurt you know." He
joined the Akane stormtroopers on the ground.
"Now I have to fix this!" Ukyo complained as she joined Ranma and Akane
in walking into the school.
"What happened to you?" Akane asked as their voices faded in the
distance. "You're not normally so late."
"My alarm clock got reset somehow."
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Author's Notes:
Well, more was asked for and more was recieved. Any C&C or
MSTs are welcomed, both public and private. I'm even willing to listen
to peoples ideas, after all, that's what revived this story.
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David Farr
http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
djfarr@ihug.co.nz katsuhito@planetjurai.com
"Die-cast construction, it's a lost art."
- Optimus Primal, Beast Wars.