Finally posting this:


Prologue


The figure's eyes fluttered open, torn away from their restful slumber and
oh, so enjoyable dreams. There was no time to savor the nighttime images,
though. Something had forced them awake, and they had to know why. The
figure rose from the bed, sunlight filtering through shades closed to the
outside world. They growled at the light. Sleeping in was a joy, and so much
more happened during the night anyway. Why anyone would want to put up with
mornings was beyond comprehension. But this could be something important,
for only one thing could disturb the slumber the exhausted state last night
had brought about.

The figure walked over to the dresser and removed the box. It was ornate,
and about the size of a common jewelry box, though it was anything but
common. Carved from a single piece of mirror black obsidian and with a
variety of magical sigils emblazoned across its surface, it held a sinister
bent that would encourage only the most daring could bring themselves to
touch.

Skilled fingers accessed special, hidden points across the surface, ensuring
that none of the traps meant to catch the unwary were activated. It wouldn't
do to fall dead from safety precautions that ensured no one would ever learn
the truth. At least no one outside of the conclave.

The lid was raised, and the contents revealed. A set of five bloodstones was
inlayed on special points of an arcane symbol embedded in the obsidian that
lines the bottom. All five stones shone brightly, two of them a deeper red
than the other three.

Another one had arrived. A smile spread across the figure's face. At long
last, after nearly fifty years, all the pawns were in place. All that was
left was for the game to play itself out. One move had already been made.
With any luck, the winning combination of remaining moves would follow
shortly. And if it took too long, well, then a helping hand would have to be
applied. But that was only if events strayed from their proper course. For
now, patience would have to serve until victory was at hand. And then all
would be as it should, and all those who were part of the conclave would be
blessed with the reward they so richly deserved for a lifetime of devotion
to the greater good. All would come to them time.

Still, perhaps it would not hurt to oversee matters, remaining apart in the
shadows, unless some assistance was required. That was a consideration as
well. But there was time to dwell on it. It would be interesting to see if
the newcomer would have an impact and speed things on their proper course.

The figure continued staring at the stones, waiting and watching.

xxxxxx

Ranma: Sextacular
Chapter 4

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Takahashi and whomever she sold the rights to.

Since this is a lemon, no one under eighteen should read this for fear of
having your eyes burn out of your head.

Throughout the series I will be using the 'Ranma-chan' appellation to denote
female Ranma due to gender being important to this, despite the fact it is
technically improper.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

The heat from the water loosened Ryouga's muscles as he allowed himself to
lay back and relax, enjoying the soak provided by the public bath.
Initially, he had received a few curious looks from those that had watched a
little pig jump into the large pool of warm water, only to be replaced by a
young man. Ryouga's quick explanation of being a magician trying out a new
trick seemed to assuage the handful of men present, and they went back to
bathing themselves.

No longer concerned about changing, Ryouga recalled the frustration from the
events from this morning. He forced himself to not cry out in anger at the
injustice of it all. Things like this happened to him, and he had to learn
to live with it. Still, it would probably take all day to relocate the
Tendou household with the way events had unfolded.

After Ranma, Akane, and Nabiki had left for school, Ryouga tried to find the
bath so that he could return to his human form and plan a proper trap for
Ranma. Unfortunately, instead of the bathroom, he found he had wandered
outside. When he tried to go back in the house, he instead wandered through
the gate and out on the street. Instead of finding the gate, he wandered
away and got completely lost. Luckily, he had stumbled on the public bath. A
little patience resulted in an opening to sneak past the inattentive clerk
and slipped inside to revert to his human form and plan his next step from
there. It was just that 'next step' that was proving a problem.

"I have to get revenge on Ranma, but how?" Ryouga mumbled aloud.

His musings were interrupted by a tumultuous clamor from the far side bath.
One of the walls exploded in a loud crash, a section of it collapsing inward
and kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the cause of the destruction
from sight.

Reflexively, Ryouga stood up and prepared himself for battle. Had Ranma
somehow located him and set an ambush of his own? If so, he'd find Ryouga
ready and waiting. He would win no matter what; justice was on his side.

The dust settled and a figure appeared, standing in the middle of the
debris. Ryouga saw it was not Ranma, but rather an attractive girl, about
his age, with an unusual shade of lavender hair. She wore a pink and blue
Chinese style outfit, with an elaborate leather breast guard across the
front. Not that the guard did anything to hide the girl's obviously ample
bust.

She moved into the bath, bearing a sword in one hand and a bonbori in the
other. The remaining men in the bath pulled their eyes from the attractive
girl and finally took notice of the weapons. Coming to the same conclusion,
that she was not present to give them a free massage, they grabbed the
nearest towels and ran out of the bath at top speed.

The girl looked annoyed at their departure, then her eyes settled on Ryouga,
who had remained where he was. Unlike the others, he was nowhere near as
unsettled at the presence of such weapons. More than one person he had
fought had such implements. Still, the curved sword looked particularly
sharp, and, without his umbrella to deflect it, put Ryouga at a serious
disadvantage.

The girl began to head toward him. Ryouga decided it might be a good idea to
put some distance between them, or at least until he could find something
that could block her blade. He rose out of the bath and began to back up,
keeping his eyes focused on the girl the entire time. Unfortunately, since
his attention was centered on her, he failed to notice the wet spot on the
tiles behind him. Ryouga slipped, losing his footing and executing a
graceful, acrobatic flip, which ended when he landed hard on his back on the
tiles.

By the time Ryouga recovered his wits, he found the girl standing over his
prone form. It was then he realized the true horror of the situation. He was
naked. This girl had seen his cock in all of its glory. Even limp, it hung
down low and clearly indicated he was of tremendous size. What would come
next was the same thing that always happened: her eyes would light up, she
would rip off her clothes, and proceed to screw the hell out of him, not
caring a whit about his feelings on the matter. It was all so terrible!

Desperate to avoid such a painful situation, Ryouga got out, "Wait a second!
I don't want to sleep with you. I'm looking for a girlfriend interested in a
serious relationship, not hot and sweaty sex-" he stopped talking as he
found the blade pressed against his throat. Wonderful, if he didn't put out
for her, she was going to kill him. Talk about someone obsessed with riding
a huge guy. Ryouga resigned himself to being used for sex yet again.

Rather than bending down and fondling him, the girl gave a snort of
derision. "No be stupid. Shampoo is no interested in having sex with too big
man."

"You're not?" Ryouga said in disbelief.

The girl shook her head. "Shampoo only wants to know one thing: Where is
Ranma Saotome?"

Ryouga blinked at that, not believing his ears.

Shampoo prodded him by nudging his dick with her foot, leaving unspoken the
implication that she could nudge it a lot harder if he didn't tell her what
she wanted to hear. "Where is Ranma Saotome?" she repeated.

The moving snapped Ryouga out of his reverie. He looked the girl over. She
did not seem terribly happy, she was armed, and she was looking for Ranma.
Every indication was that this was someone who had met Ranma and knew him
very well, and they had fallen right into Ryouga's lap. Well, maybe his
hands. Girls that 'fell into his lap' usually did so for a reason, one he
didn't care for.

A beaming Ryouga gleefully said, "It just so happens I know exactly where
Ranma is..."

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The school stairwell was one that led to the towards the janitor's storage
room located next to the roof. Given that the janitor was usually dead drunk
in the furnace room this time of the day, it made for a convenient, out of
the way place for some privacy. That was exactly what Nabiki needed as she
sat on one of the steps and admired what was held in her hands. She regarded
it for a second, playing a finger across the tip twice, then placed her
mouth over it. She inhaled slightly, relaxed, and took the entire length
inside, letting it touch the back of her tonsils.

"Oh god, no one can do that as good as you," the man in her grasp moaned as
she deep throated him once again.

Nabiki smiled as she moved back so only the head of the dick was in her
mouth, then began playing over the purple head with her tongue. Matsui was
correct. No one was as good as Nabiki Tendou when it came to oral talents,
both verbal and otherwise. Though in Matsui's case, he wasn't that large, so
taking him all the way was easy. Still, open praise of her skills was always
a way to get on her good side. That, and his open admission, made what she
had planned next easier.

Nabiki deep throated him one more time, eliciting another low groan, before
she removed her mouth from his shaft altogether. Deciding he was in as
amicable a state as possible, she continued fondling the veined member with
her fingers and said, "I've missed doing this to you. You always taste so
good. Maybe we should get back together?"

Matsui let out another groan, this one not of pleasure. "I already told you
to forget about it. I can't afford it."

Rather than respond with words, she instead opted to lick the head of his
cock, which was even more sensitive then most guys she knew. She followed up
by saying, "Come on, I know you've missed me, and this." She added one more
lick. "We had a great relationship together."

Matsui refrained from groaning this time. "No, we didn't. A relationship
does not constitute making me spend ungodly amounts of money on you until
you piss me off, then giving me blow jobs to calm me down."

"Some relationships are like that," Nabiki offered, unable to bend the truth
the way he stated it.

Much to Nabiki's surprise, Matsui removed his cock from her hand. "Ah, just
forget it. It was stupid to come up here anyway." He adjusted his pants,
putting his cock back inside, and zipping up, despite the saliva she had
coated it with.

Nabiki said, "Wait. Let me finish you off."

Now thoroughly irate, Matsui snarled, "I said I'm not interested in getting
back together."

"I know, I understand," Nabiki admitted, sensing that she had lost what she
knew going in would be a difficult battle from the start. "I'll do it for
old time sake. I am the one that dragged you up here and got you fired up.
It's only common courtesy I finish what I started."

A moment of indecision passed, then Matsui's face showed a resolve that was
twice what he had before. "You know what? Forget about it. It's not worth
it." He then turned and went down the stairs.

Nabiki remained where she was, listening to his footsteps grow fainter until
she heard the sound of a door opening quickly, then slamming shut. She
expected this was going to happen. Matsui had been unusually firm when he
broke up with her last week. Nabiki had asked around, in case it was some
other girl putting out for him, but it wasn't. He had simply grown tired
with the nature of their relationship and decided to pull the plug on it.
Still, it had been worth the chance of trying to salvage it with some oral
action. Aside from having a rich father that practically threw wads of cash
at his son to buy his affection, Nabiki had actually liked the guy. He was
above average in looks, in good shape, acted classy, and knew how to treat a
woman like she was important instead of something to rest his cock in from
time to time. She wouldn't have been na�ve enough to refer to it as love,
but it had been interesting and entertaining. Her life proved to be neither
all too often.

Now it was officially time to move on. There wasn't anyone she was
particularly interested in, so she'd have to look around a bit and see if
someone would turn up. In the meantime, Ranma was an awful lot of fun to
play with, and he wasn't hard on the eyes either. He didn't have money, and
wasn't hung like a horse, but maybe there were other ways he could entertain
her. Getting to know him a bit would be in line with what she had told her
father at the outset about not dismissing him out of hand as a potential
fianc�. Unless something better showed up, then the bets were off. In the
meantime, she'd try to hit him up for information concerning the Ryouga
matter. That had really piqued her curiosity, and when Nabiki Tendou became
curious, people coughed up the answers she wanted.

Nabiki was in the middle of pondering exactly how to go about pumping Ranma
for information when a section of the wall, higher up the stairs, detonated.
She froze, looking in shock at where the destruction had occurred. She had
just managed to rise to her feet when she saw the cause of the disturbance,
a young girl with lavender hair.

The girl stepped through the hole she had created and walked up next to
Nabiki. From her higher position on the step above, the girl looked down at
Nabiki and asked, "Where is Ranma Saotome?"

Whereas a lesser person would have been caught off guard by both the
startling entrance and unusual question, Nabiki was calm and collected. She
instantly processed the information. It appeared Ranma had quite the
interesting collection of acquaintances. She would simply have to learn what
it was about him that drew such colorful people to him. But first, she had
to deal with the matter at hand. She considered several possible responses
to the question, then opted for the one that would gain her more
information.

Nabiki placed her hand to her chin and gained a thoughtful expression, all
for the newcomer's benefit. "You seem very interested in locating Ranma."

The girl nodded her head.

Nabiki smirked on the inside. That this girl would admit such without
thinking twice meant she was eager or desperate. In either case, it made
bargaining that much easier. "Well, it just so happens I know where Ranma
is. The only question is, what's it worth to you?"

The girl scratched her head in thought, as though she was considering what
was said, rather than the actual value of information. Then her eyes lit up.
"You want to know what the information is worth to Shampoo?"

Nabiki nodded.

Shampoo walked down a step so she was standing next to Nabiki, smiled
warmly, then grabbed her by shoulders and shoved her up and over the
railing.

For a moment, Nabiki found her heart leap into her chest as she stared 'up'
at the floor several stories below. She felt herself begin the long fall
downward when something snatched her ankle in a grip of iron, arresting her
fall, but keeping her suspended upside down in mid-air.

Wide-eyed, Nabiki looked over to see Shampoo holding her leg and smiling
pleasantly. "Shampoo is thinking the information worth not letting go of, "
her face scrunched up in  confusion, until her eyes settled on Nabiki's
lower half. "Red Panty Girl's ankle."

"Unquestionably a bargain," Nabiki agreed, willing to ignore the name this
'Shampoo' had given her. Now was not the time to complain.

Nabiki found herself pulled back over the railing and set gently down on her
feet. She straightened up her dress, and took an assessment of her
condition. Her ankle was a little tender from how powerfully it had been
grasped, and her leg was a bit sore from the quick jerk, but considering
what the alternative of not being caught was, it was difficult to complain
about the minor aches.

An impatient tapping of a foot brought Nabiki back around. She looked to see
Shampoo staring at her expectedly. Not wishing to take any further flights,
Nabiki quit stalling and said, "Around this time of day, Ranma should be in
the locker room on the first floor. Go to the bottom of the stairs, just
take a left, and you should eventually get there."

Shampoo turned from Nabiki and began to walk down the steps. Once the girl
was halfway down to the landing on the third floor, Nabiki allowed herself a
smile. While it was true that Ranma should have been in the locker room at
this time of day, he probably wasn't. Over half the gym teachers had fallen
victim to food poisoning at an after school meeting and all gym classes had
been canceled. Nabiki hadn't lied; it was just that 'should' didn't mean the
same thing as 'was'. It was Shampoo's own fault for assuming such. Deals
made under duress could hardly be made on good faith, now could they?

Shampoo suddenly turned on her heel, forcing Nabiki to hide her smile. She
walked back up the stairs and considered Nabiki again.

"Yes?" Nabiki asked.

"Strip," Shampoo ordered.

That made Nabiki blink. It wasn't often a single word could do that, but
this was definitely one of those times. "I beg your pardon," she said.

"Strip," the Amazon repeated. "Shampoo suspect Red Panty Girl might lie to
her, so Shampoo will make sure Red Panty Girl no wander off, just in case.
Shampoo give back clothes once she finds Ranma. If Red Panty Girl lying,
then Shampoo make sure clothes is the least thing Red Panty Girl worried
about."

Nabiki could see the challenge in the girl's eyes, daring her to recant her
story. Nabiki considered going ahead and ratting out Ranma rather than
risking her own neck, it wasn't like she owed him anything, but he hadn't
done anything to gain her ire either. Even worse, she hated the idea that
she could be outmaneuvered so easily by this stranger.

On the other hand, Nabiki could laugh, play it off as mis-remembering
something, and probably get away with it. This girl was in a hurry to nail
Ranma, and the more time she wasted here, the more likely Ranma might slip
past. It wasn't really any choice at all.

Nabiki grabbed the hem of her dress and slipped it over her head. She folded
it over, then handed it to the closely watching Shampoo. She was a testament
to efficiency as she unhesitatingly rolled down her nylons and undid her
bra, allowing them to join the pile in Shampoo's hands. Nabiki hooked her
thumbs into her panties and bent over to pull them down. As she did so, she
felt a hand apply a light smack across her bottom.

"Red Panty Girl better watch what she eat, or else her cute bottom start to
get too, too big."

Nabiki shot the grinning Shampoo an evil glare, then finished removing her
panties, making certain not to offer her bottom to the girl again. She then
held out her last item of clothing to the smiling Amazon.

Shampoo bundled the lot of clothing in a ball, tucked it under her arm,
smiled, and waved goodbye to Nabiki. Rather than taking the stairs, she
simply leaped over the railing, and plummeted three stories to the ground.
Nabiki watched with reluctant admiration as Shampoo landed on her feet with
feline grace, then headed out the first level door.

Nabiki crossed her arms under her bosom. Now that the decidedly shifty girl
was gone, it was time to get out of there before she found out she had been
misled. The clothing issue was something of a problem. Nabiki might have
been proud of her body (and her bottom, which was NOT too large), but she
had no intention of giving the entire student body a free show. No one
received anything free from Nabiki Tendou.

She was still pondering her dilemma when the door at the landing swung open
and two boys stepped into the stairwell. Nabiki noted they were both
underclassmen, a bit on the pimply side, and a touch overweight. The one
that had opened the door was engaged in an intense argument with his
companion. Neither had bothered to look up upon entering.

"And I'm telling you I heard something loud coming from up here," the first
one said, continuing a conversation that had begun outside the stairwell.

"Why drag me along?" the second asked.

There was a moment of hesitation before the first one offered lamely, "I,
uh, thought it might be important and we'd be the first to, um, hear about
it."

"What you mean to say is, you're scared."

"I am no... t," the first boy trailed off as he looked up for the first time
and saw Nabiki standing a half flight above him, one hand across her bosom
and the other over her nether regions.

The second youth slapped his gaping partner on the back. "Thanks for asking
me along. I owe you one big time."

Nabiki smiled at the guys, then removed her hands and placed them on her
hips. She looked down at them and said, "Enjoying the show?"

Both boys nodded, slow trails of drool trailing from their mouths.

"Good," Nabiki said as she slowly, sensuously made her way down. "I need to
ask you two for a little favor."

"Anything you want," the boys said as one.

"That's music to my ears."

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

"Man, why does all the bad stuff happen to me?" Ranma grumbled to himself as
he walked through the halls of the high school. It was just his luck that a
little bit of curiosity at adding a vial of blue fluid to his chemistry
experiment blew up in his face. The resulting cloud had covered him in
blackened soot and produced an odor that seemed to seep into his pores. The
teacher had sent him to go cleaned up, and given how the scent seemed to
linger, that meant a full body shower rather than simply washing his hands
and face.

Grumbling, Ranma entered the locker room and undressed. On the bright side,
since all the gym classes had been canceled, it meant he could shower in
peace. And if he took his time, he would miss the rest of class and not have
to listen to the science teacher's droning voice, one that could but a
hyperactive person to sleep. It appeared there was an upside to the accident
after all.

Ranma disrobed, placing his clothing in a locker, and walked over to the
communal showers. He stopped halfway down and chose one at random. He turned
on the water, reveling at the way the warm water splashed across his body.
After a few minutes of enjoying himself, he grabbed a bar of soap and
started to lather himself up. He was whistling a merry tune when he heard
the sound to the locker room door open and a voice call out, "Ranma-kun, I
am here to offer my services in washing your back."

Ranma yelped. How the hell had Kunou found out he was alone in the showers?
Had the kendoist paid someone to spy on him? If so, there would be hell to
pay once Ranma discovered the snitch's identity. In the meantime, he had to
do something fast. The idea of Kunou seeing him naked, and being turned on,
was just plain freaky.

Ranma looked back and forth, completely at a loss. There was no time to go
for his clothes, he could hear Kunou saying in a far too happy voice that he
was coming closer. Running out of time, Ranma had determined that the only
measure of peace he would have would be to beat Kunou senseless when an
alternate plan sprang to mind. He could see a shadow approaching from around
the corner as his hand lashed out and spun one of the knobs on the shower in
front of him.

Kunou's head poked from around the corner. "Ranma-kun, there you... are."
Kunou stared in surprise at the naked redhead that was doing a poor job of
covering up her privates.

Kunou bowed deeply. "A thousand pardons. I thought this was the men's locker
room. I shall leave you to your own devices." He turned and left without a
second glance.

Ranma-chan breathed a sigh of relief. That had been easier than she thought.
Now the idiot was gone and she could finish her shower in peace.

Such thoughts were eradicated as Kunou popped back into view, bokken drawn
and leveled in Ranma-chan's direction. His eyebrow twitched madly as he
stated in cold, harsh tones, "There were standing urinals back there. This
is the men's locker room, which means you are in the wrong one. Though I
suspect in your case, harlot, that you are just where you want to be."

Ranma-chan quit covering up and placed her hands on her hips in indignation.
"And just what the heck's that supposed to mean?"

"I had it on good authority that my beloved Ranma-kun was coming down here.
Obviously you heard the same rumors, and sought to seduce him by throwing
your repulsive body at him. I will not allow such a travesty to occur."

Ranma-chan snarled, "I'll have you know Ranma is not gay and would be very
happy if some naked chick threw herself at him."

"Lies, lies, all lies!" Kunou shouted. "Since you have all but admitted your
crime, I shall mete out divine justice! Have at you!" Kunou charged forth
with his bokken.

"Bring it on, you fairy!" Ranma-chan fell into an attack stance, waiting for
the opportunity to dish out some 'divine justice' of her own.

Kunou rushed the girl, bokken back, ready to be brought forward and into the
redhead's stomach for a disabling blow. Just as he was about to deliver his
strike, he slipped on an errant bar of soap. Any attempt at an attack was
thwarted as Kunou staggered forward, his arms spinning like giant pinwheels
blowing in a tornado in an effort to stay upright.

Expecting a swipe with the bokken, Ranma-chan was caught off-guard as Kunou
instead ran at her headfirst. She tried to shift her stance, but found the
wet tiles slick, and ended up slipping instead.

Kunou, his balance hopelessly lost, began to fall at the same moment. His
head impacted squarely with the girl's midsection, knocking them both to the
ground. The back of Ranma-chan's head bounced hard off the tiles, stunning
her momentarily. Kunou's impact wasn't anywhere near as bad, as his face
smashed against the prone girl's soft body instead of hardened ceramic tile.

Xxxxxxxx

A deep, booming, male voice came from around the corner of the showers.
"Just what is going on around here? These locker rooms are supposed to be
empty!" As Coach Hiro Tamiya, head of the Furinkan's Track and Field teams
(and one of the few gym personnel not violently ill), strode around the
corner, he saw a sight that made his jaw nearly drop to the floor. There was
some guy, with face his buried in some cute redhead's muff, laying right in
the middle of the shower.

Veins began popping up from Coach Tamiya's forehead. How brazen the youths
of today were. It was shameful. Why, in his day if you wanted to go
muffdiving on some girl during school hours, you did it somewhere discreet,
like behind the bleachers, in the basement, or in the extra storage room
with the gym equipment. The latter was the best since you could use the gym
mats for comfort. Coach Tamiya wagered those mats had seen more action in
one year from horny young teenagers than from ten years of wrestling teams.

The sight before him was decidedly different, outrageously so. Such behavior
conducted in the open like this was unacceptable. Teenagers might be
teenagers, but discipline had to be maintained. The coach rolled up his
sleeves, showing off tremendous biceps, and prepared to enter the showers.
"All right, break it up and get dressed, young lady. You too, pal. It's the
vice- principal's office for both of..." Coach Tamiya trailed off as the boy
finally rose from his position between the girl's thighs and faced the coach
for the first time.

"Kunou, it's you," Coach Tamiya said, his eyes wide open in shock.

Kunou noticed the Coach's surprise, looked at where his face had been
resting, and realized what the situation would appear to an outsider's
perspective. Instantly, the kendoist shot to his feet and proclaimed, "It's
not what you think!"

The Coach's surprise disappeared. He scowled at Kunou, then said, "Thank
god. And all this time I thought you were queer or something. This is
great."

"It is?" Kunou said in bewilderment.

Coach Tamiya smiled. "It sure is. I get picked on by the coaches at a lot of
the other schools because everyone thinks you're gay. I mean, kendo is the
only things we're good at, except for the soccer team last year. Whenever
anyone admits the kendo team doesn't suck, they always qualify it by
pointing out we're led by 'The Gay Blade,' and make really crappy jokes
about where you store your bokken. But not anymore. Wait until I tell them
you're as straight as an arrow and make them eat their words."

"No, I'm not! I have no interest in women!" Kunou insisted. "Let me
explain."

Coach Tamiya was off in his own little world. "You go right ahead and
continue what you were doing. Anytime you want to have sex in the showers
with some girl, it's all right with me. Let me know in advance, and I'll
even run interference for you."

Kunou was at the coach's side in an instant. "But I'm telling you it's not
what it looks like."

The coach continued walking away. "No need to worry. I'll let everyone know
the truth."

"But it's not the truth," Kunou insisted as he exited the locker room,
dogging the coach's heels every step of the way.

xxxxxxx

Ranma-chan shook her head free of the cobwebs that had gathered from hitting
it squarely on the floor. Now how about that? Instead of getting in trouble
for what appeared to be open sexual misconduct, the misunderstanding instead
worked in her favor as not only did the coach not try to turn her in, but he
had managed to lure Kunou away as well.

"About time something went my way." Ranma-chan smiled in relief.

Then a nearby section of the shower wall exploded, making Ranma-chan cringe.
There was something horrifyingly familiar about walls exploding. She watched
in increasing unease as, striding through the destruction, Ranma-chan
spotted the very figure that was connected to obstacle removal. "Sh... Sh...
Shampoo," she stammered in gaping wonder.

Shampoo, who had been looking the other way, turned in the direction of the
voice. Her eyes fell on the short redhead, and she unleashed an almost feral
grin. "Ranma," the word slid from her tongue like honey. She took one step
in the direction of the girl.

Ranma-chan let out an "AHHH!" at the top of her lungs, then ran out of the
shower and locker room as though the all the demons of hell were hot on her
tail.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Sayuri Mizuhara was alone in the hall as she opened her locker door and dug
under some of the debris littering it to retrieve her trigonometry book. She
gave a wistful sigh, depressed that today wasn't anywhere near as
interesting as two days ago. A smile came to her face as she recalled how
the events from that day made it one of the most memorable in her entire
life. After all, how could she forget the luscious-looking redhead who had
flashed the best set of tits Sayuri had ever seen? And that cute little
derriere hadn't been bad to look at either. It wasn't like she got to see
all that many naked bodies, not since openly proclaiming her interest in
girls. Only Akane and Yuka weren't conscientious about changing in front of
her. And whereas both had nice bodies, especially Akane's athletic one,
neither could compare to that exotic-looking newcomer that had been attacked
by that vicious Kunou. The redhead was so hot that for the last two nights
Sayuri had fantasized about the redhead going down on her while she
masturbated, orgasming in record time. Why, just thinking about the girl was
getting her hot and bothered again. It looked like it was going to be
another night of playing with herself and letting off some steam, or else
she feared she would explode.

It seemed Sayuri couldn't get the stranger out of her mind. She seemed to
see the hot girl everywhere. Even the naked girl running toward her reminded
her of the redhead.

Naked girl running toward her?

Sayuri rubbed her eyes, but the buxom redhead still there, running at top
speed, breasts bouncing up and down in the most delicious way as they
heading directly toward her. Sayuri's brain stopped all coherent functions
as the girl pulled to a stop right in front of her.

The redhead said, "You're Akane's friend Sayuri, right?"

The hot little number was not only naked and right in front of her, but knew
her name as well? It had to have been a dream. With that decided, Sayuri
chose to relax a bit and enjoy the realistic fantasy. "I sure am."

The girl looked over her shoulder in the direction she had run. "Some crazy
chick is after me. You have to hide me quick."

Sayuri wondered if the implication from the girl's plight were somehow
related to Sayuri's subconscious. Perhaps the 'crazy girl' chasing after the
redhead was representative of Sayuri's own desires to have the girl for
herself, and this was her subconscious's way of warning her that her
attentions might be unwanted.

However, the girl was naked before Sayuri and seeking her help. Perhaps the
implication was Sayuri had picked up on subtle impulses from the one time
meeting with the redhead, impulses that implied she would like to be hit on.
Thinking about it, the girl had not only rejected Kunou, but had declared
all the guys crying out their love for her as 'perverts'. Those could
definitely be signs that the girl had no interest in men, and wanted
attention from the fairer gender.

Seeing the cute girl so panicked made Sayuri stop her self-analysis and pay
attention to the situation at hand. She had to assist the girl. What could
she do to help? Sayuri's eyes settled on where her hand was. "Hide in here."
She indicated her open locker.

"Perfect." The redhead squeezed past Sayuri and into the locker.

Sayuri couldn't refrain from 'helping' the girl in by grabbing her bottom
(and what a delightful bottom it was; petite with just the right mix of
softness while still being firm), and then briefly groping the chest (and
all but tweaking the taut nipples) as she 'pushed' the girl in. Though the
fit was tight, and the redhead looked like a lumpy sardine, Sayuri managed
to close the door.

Just as the door clicked shut, a figure raced around the corner and into
Sayuri's line of sight. The school-girl cocked her head quizzically as the
newcomer ran up to her. The lust she felt for the redhead suddenly had a
contender as this new girl definitely caught Sayuri's eye. This one had an
even more exotic shade to her hair, was very attractive, and had an
outstanding bust. Sayuri would have wagered the rest of the body in that
snug outfit was every bit as alluring as the more obvious assets the girl
possessed.

Sayuri's lust was momentarily derailed when she realized the newcomer was
searching for something. This must have been the girl the redhead had
feared. Sayuri's subconscious had certainly dug up an unusual girl to be the
cause of such dismay.

"Did girl see someone run past here?" the newcomer asked.

As attractive as the lavender-haired stranger was, an attractive naked girl
in the locker was worth four attractive clothed women asking for
information. "Can't say I have."

"Shampoo knows Ranma around here," the girl grumbled.

That made Sayuri reconsider things. "Oh, heck. If you're looking for Ranma,
he should be in his homeroom by now." Sayuri gave the girl directions.

"Thanks," Shampoo said.

"You're welcome," Sayuri replied. This was the weirdest dream she had ever
had. Weird, but definitely erotic.

The sound of movement came from within the locker. Sayuri stared at it for a
moment before daring to open it. The moment the door opened, the redhead
popped out. More importantly, she was no longer naked, but instead wore a
spare uniform that had been inside.

Sayuri was aghast, and disappointed. "How did you manage to put that on?
There was no room whatsoever in there."

"I've picked up a bit of contortionism over the years," she explained.

Sayuri said, "I thought you told me that girl was after you. But she wasn't.
She wanted to know where Ranma was."

"I am Ran..." the girl started, then abruptly stopped.

"Ran who?" Sayuri asked.

"Ran... ko. I'm Ranma's sis... cousin," she said. "We look a lot alike, so
that girl oftentimes mistakes me for him.

"You have some features he lacks," Sayuri pointed at the shorter girl's
chest, resisting the urge to go for the grope.

"Ah, yes. Well, she's a bit near-sighted. And Chinese. You know foreigners.
They think we all look alike," Ranko laughed nervously.

"I see," Sayuri said, not really understanding, but deciding she would
rather blindly agree than possibly sound like an idiot who couldn't
understand something that was apparently obvious to others.

Ranko considered the girl before her, and a slightly sly smile spread across
her face. "Thanks for everything. I'll tell you what. I might not be able to
repay you, but my bro... I mean cousin can. He'll drop by sometime and see
what he can do."

Maybe he'll give me your number, Sayuri almost said, but caught herself in
time. No sense in sounding like some hard up guy. She had more class than
that, and wasn't like stupid men that only wanted to use girls to pleasure
themselves instead of engaging in loving relationships. Although Sayuri was
tempted to discard her pride if it meant scoring points with someone as hot
as Ranko. Maybe the guys weren't completely wrong, and a little cheap sex
could be good for the soul.

"Thanks," Ranko said, and headed off.

Once Ranko was out of sight, Sayuri slapped her face. "Ouch, this is really
a vivid dream. I'm even imagining pain." She rubbed her check, and began to
wonder if it really was a dream. It just seemed so real. Maybe she was
awake, and really had fondled the hot girl's chest. Maybe she should catch
up to Ranko and ask her out, because, after all, it was reality, and she
might not get such a golden opportunity again.

"Hey, Sayuri," Nabiki said as she strolled on past, dressed in a boy's
uniform that was obviously several sizes too large for her.

Once Nabiki was out of sight, Sayuri laughed harder than was appropriate.
How silly. Of course it was a dream. It all made sense. She was projecting
Nabiki as a boy because she regarded Akane's older sister as unpleasantly
devious, just like many guys. No doubt the loose outfit represented her
subconscious's belief that Nabiki wasn't as important as she liked to think
she was. It all made sense. Sort of.

Since this was a dream, Sayuri decided she was really going to have fun. As
she headed to her next class, her step considerably lighter than it had been
for a while, she spotted Nobuhiro and Umi, a close couple that was the envy
of many students due to their good looks and open, affectionate
relationship.

Sayuri went up to Nobuhiro and said, "I think it's disgusting the way you're
sleeping with Karou behind Umi's back," and promptly kicked him in the shin.

Nobuhiro jumped up and down on one leg while holding the other in pain. He
exclaimed, "How did you... I mean, that's a lie!"

Umi's eyes were wide with betrayal at Nobuhiro slip.

Sayuri walked up to her and said, "You should be with someone who'd
appreciate you for who you are." And gave her a deep kiss,

Umi was left twitching uncontrollably as Sayuri broke off the kiss and
walked away. She stopped in front of a classroom, slid open the door, poked
her head inside and shouted, "Sensei Tanaka, you're a boring jerk that tries
ramming his own ideology down student's throats rather than actually
teaching them!"

Sayuri walked away, leaving an angry teacher and a laughing class behind.
This whole experience was very liberating. She decided it was now time to go
through the whole school and do everything she wanted to do, but was afraid
to in the real world. It wasn't like anyone could to anything to her. After
all, it was her dream, and she was mistress of all she surveyed.

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Ranma-chan breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close. Luckily, Sayuri
had been on hand to bail her out from the psychotic Amazon. Now she had an
opportunity to thank Akane's cute friend later for rescuing 'Ranko', by
asking her out on a date, when Ranma-chan was male, of course. And she kept
in mind Nabiki's warning that Sayuri liked playing hard to get. Ranma-chan
would just have to be persistent, and then it would be all the pussy she
could handle.

As she turned a corner, she ran into another familiar figure. "Hey, Akane."

A fist met the redhead's face.

"What'd ya do that for?!" Ranma-chan said as she rubbed her jaw.

Trembling in rage, Akane bit out, "I heard about how Kunou was going down on
you in the boy's locker room!"

"He did not!" Ranma-chan shot back.

Akane seethed in fury. "Don't play dumb. I overheard Coach Tamiya telling
Kunou-chan not to worry about him 'going down on that hot redhead' in the
locker room. It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was talking
about." Akane brought her fist back again. "Now, for seducing the man I love
away from me, you're really going to pay."

Ranma-chan held her hands up in a warding gesture. "Wait, wait, you got it
all wrong! Kunou's still gay!"

Akane paused momentarily. "You mean he went down on you when you were a
guy?"

"He didn't go down on me at all," Ranma-chan clarified, making a sick face
at the very idea of Kunou doing anything to her, except maybe bleeding on
her from his wounds.

Seeing Akane was confused, and had calmed down enough to listen, Ranma-chan
explained everything.

Akane's anger died. She sighed. "That's a relief. Although now that I think
about it, if he had gone down on you when you were a girl, that would have
meant he was developing heterosexual habits. I probably could have seduced
him away from you." Akane snapped her fingers. "Shoot, I probably would have
been better off if he had ate you out."

"Eww, don't say things like that." Ranma-chan recoiled in disgust at the
idea of Kunou putting his tongue in there, or anywhere, for that matter.
Just that that was the grossest place she could imagine.

The sound of an explosion came from nearby, and a feminine cry of "Ranma!"
rang out through the halls.

"Someone's looking for you, but it doesn't sound like that Ryouga guy,"
Akane commented.

At that moment, Shampoo turned the corner, her eyes alighting on the
redhead. She smiled, and shouted, "Airen!" before charging at her.

"Ahh, she's found me!" Ranma-chan grabbed Akane's hand and ran off towards
the nearest exit to the school. They arrived within moments. Ranma-chan
pushed Akane through the doorway and well clear of it, then struck both
sides of the door frame before running outside as well. A moment later, the
aperture collapsed, blocking the exit.

Ranma-chan grabbed Akane's hand again and led her away, running at top
speed. "That won't hold her for long. She can go through walls pretty
easily."

Akane removed her hand from Ranma's and ran alongside her. "Why is that girl
looking for you? Did you dump her and now she wants revenge?"

"Ha! If only it was that simple!" Ranma-chan said as she and Akane exited
the school grounds and kept on running. "That girl's out to kill me."

"Oh. So you knocked her up and then dumped her?"

"No!" Ranma-chan shouted. "I didn't sleep with her at all."

Akane considered his denials, and thought about the girl again. "She didn't
seem all that angry. Actually, she was smiling when she saw you."

"She's been chasing me since China. I'm sure she's delighted she picked up
my trail again," Ranma-chan gasped out.

"What does 'Airen' mean?"

"Given the context, I'm pretty sure it's something along the lines of,
'You're dead meat, Sucker'," Ranma-chan explained as she decided to take a
detour through the market district before heading back home, hoping to blend
in with the crowds of shoppers on the chance Shampoo had kept up with them.
Her tracking skills were unbelievable.

Once satisfied they weren't being pursued, the duo slowed down to further
blend in, appearing as inconspicuous as any pair of school girls cutting
class could. They paused every now and then to look at some vendor's wares
or display's in store windows, all the while keeping one eye peeled for any
sign of pursuit.

When none appeared, Ranma-chan decided she had the time to explain
everything in detail to Akane. "Look, here's what happened. It was just a
little while after me and Pop got cursed. We were still in China, adjusting
to things. We decided to hit the road, and that useless guide was supposed
to be taking us back to civilization. But we made a stop at this Amazon
village where they were in the middle of this tournament. Me and Pop were in
our cursed forms, basically minding our own business...."

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"Wow, that girl's pretty good, Pop," Ranma-chan said through a mouthful of
some sort of roasted animal whose shank she had grabbed from the table.

The panda looked over the rim of the bowl his face was currently buried in.
He watched as the girl in question sent her larger opponent flying off the
log. As the bulky girl continued to ascend, he held up a sign.. *Nice arc on
that kick. No question about it, she is a strong fighter. And speaking of
kicks, pass me one of those chicken legs, Boy.*

"Actually, I was commenting on her looks. But you're right. Her martial arts
ain't half bad either," Ranma-chan admitted as she went for one of the legs
in question.

Just as her fingers brushed against the leg, a thrown bonbori came sailing
right at it. Ranma-chan barely snatched her hand away in time as the
weighted mace slammed into the table, shattering the wood below it into
kindling. Ranma-chan tensed up for a fight as she watched the girl, whose
looks she had commented on, approach. A scowl marred her attractive
features, and the Ranma-chan's trained eye sensed the girl was prepared for
yet another fight.

The Amazon started to say something harsh, then she paused before she was
more than a few words in. Her gaze shifted from anger to something else.
Ranma-chan wasn't quite sure what, since he couldn't recall it being
directed her way before. She also noticed that the entirety of the village
was now staring at her, and they were decidedly more hostile, almost as
though she had done something to them instead of minding her own business
eating.

The Amazon, who Ranma-chan now realized was the winner of the tournament,
stated something that was much more pleasant than what she had started to
say. Or at least it sounded less harsh to Ranma-chan's ears.

The Guide seemed somewhat confused by what she said. Hesitantly, he
translated. "Her name Shampoo. She says, why does outsider girl with big...
attitude, eat her prize?"

Ranma-chan looked at the piece of meat in her hand. "Umm, because I was
hungry?"

The Guide translated the answer to Shampoo. Again she replied, this time
with a smile.

The Guide translated much more easily now. "She says it very insulting to
destroy her prize right in front of entire village right after she win it.
She want to know what you do to compensate for damage. She say she have some
ideas of how to work that out."

Ranma-chan was about to tell him to ask her what Shampoo had in mind when
one of the villagers, a large woman with an even larger spear, shouted out
in broken Japanese, "Give Panda!"

Genma held up a sign. *I'm not for sale.*

Shampoo appeared cross and barked out something unpleasant at the woman. It
was met with an unpleasant response, one that seemed to foul the mood of the
village further.

Ranma-chan shook her head. No way was she giving her father to them, no
matter how stupid he was at times. With the mood getting worse, she decided
she had to end things fast. "Tell her I'll challenge her to a fight for the
food."

The Guide translated. A pout soured Shampoo's features as she responded.

Hesitantly, the Guide said, "She say she disappointed that the way you want
to fix things. She think there much... better way of doing it. She promise
to go easy on you, since you such a... interesting girl."

Ranma-chan looked at him curiously. Apparently he was having problems
translating what the girl was saying into Japanese, given how much he was
hesitating. Still, this Shampoo had made a critical mistake; she had implied
that not only would she defeat Ranma-chan, but that she was so much better
she could afford to not go all out. Such an offense could not be tolerated.
Ranma-chan smirked, then in one powerful leap, cleared the distance between
table and challenge log. She lazed casually in a relaxed stance, looking at
Shampoo expectantly.

Shampoo appeared surprised at the move, then did the same, though it was
nowhere near as impressive given that she had less ground to cover.

The two squared off against one another. Ranma-chan saw that, remarkably,
the girl's posture was looser than in her previous fight. Oh well. It was
the Amazon's own fault for not taking her seriously. In return, Ranma-chan
would end things as quickly as the girl had promised. It was the least he
could do, even if Shampoo's generosity was neither necessary nor wanted.

With the Amazon so badly underestimating her opponent, it was a simple
matter for Ranma-chan to land in a single devastating blow that sent Shampoo
sailing off the log. The Amazon appeared so bewildered by the move that she
didn't react. Instead she sailed through the air, then ended up landing on
her head, momentarily stunned.

There was a palpable silence hanging in the air. Ranma-chan suddenly felt
very uneasy, despite the casual nature of her win. Every eye on the village
stared evilly at her, as though she had committed some grave sin. She could
feel the dark cloud of anger boiling over, waiting to lash out at her and
strike her down for daring whatever it was she had dared.

Slowly, Shampoo dragged herself up from the ground, a touch of dirt now
plastered to her chin. She shook her head free of her confusion. She looked
at Ranma-chan as though she still couldn't believe what happened. After a
few seconds of intense scrutiny, she moved closer until she was standing
right next to Ranma-chan. The redhead felt uneasy under that gaze, which
unquestionably held a hint of anger, though not a great deal of it. It
seemed closer to irritation than any true measure of rage.

With the two standing nose-to-nose, the lingering tension throughout the
village's citizenry doubled. Ranma-chan knew something was about to happen,
and that it wouldn't be good.

Then the anger in the Amazon's eyes departed. She grabbed Ranma-chan's face,
firmly but gently, and said, "Wo ai ni, Woda Airen," and kissed her on the
lips. Ranma-chan was caught totally off-guard by the unexpected gesture, and
simply stood there. She felt Shampoo's tongue dart past her lips and into
her mouth. It began playing with her own, before the Amazon broke the
liplock and stood back, almost as though she was an artist admiring her
handiwork.

At that moment, the dam that had held back the gathered emotions burst as
the entire village cried out in a cacophony of near homicidal rage.
Ranma-chan took a step back, stunned at such in open display of vitriolic
hatred thrown in her direction.

The Guide was at her side in an instant, panda in his grasp as well. He
grabbed Ranma-chan, and bolted off at top speed with the pair of tourists in
hand.

"What's going on?!" Ranma-chan cried out, ripping her hand free and running
alongside the Guide as she had no wish to remain in the village any longer.
There was no telling what that angry mob might do, other than it would be
excruciatingly painful to Ranma-chan.

"Oh, Mr. Customer, you make terrible mistake," the Guide said. "When
outsider girl beat Amazon in combat, Amazon give 'Kiss of Death'."

Ranma-chan shook her head. "Well, it was a pretty good kiss, especially with
the tongue part, but I'd hardly call it something lethal."

"It not mean she kill you by kissing you. It a gesture. It mean she will
hunt you down to ends of Earth to kill you."

"Kill me?! Why?!"

"Who know how Amazon mind work? Is very strange why they do things they do.
All the locals know that," the Guide admitted. "That girl is very odd, even
by Amazon standards. She must have fun toying with Mr. Customer, because she
say very funny thing when she give you Kiss of Death."

Ranma-chan said, "That crowd sure wasn't amused. As pissed as they were, I
wouldn't be surprised if all of them joined in the hunt and tried to kill
me, too. Let's get the hell out of here and lose that bunch of
psycho-chicks!"

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

"...And so we kept on running, but I'll be damned if she didn't keep popping
up hot on our heels, busting through walls and shouting out that Airen
thing. I thought we lost her when we finally made it to Japan, but she's
managed to find me again." Ranma-chan said, obviously demoralized.

"So what are you going to do about it?" Akane asked, embroiled in the story.

Ranma-chan shrugged helplessly. "Run and hide. Not like there's much else I
can do. She'll eventually get tired and quit hassling me."

"She seemed pretty determined to me," Akane said warily.

Ranma-chan placed her hands behind her head and smirked. "Yeah, but no one
can beat me when I set my mind to it. I'm not in any real danger. You'll
see."

Akane considered the gesture with a slightly incredulous look, "I guess I
will."

The roundabout journey took the pair four times as long to return to the
Tendou home. Once they arrived, the quickly entered, glad that the ordeal
from school, and Shampoo, was far behind them.

Once inside, Akane shouted, "We're home!"

A shout of, "Good afternoon! I hope you had a good time at school!" came
from the kitchen, courtesy of Kasumi.

Nabiki entered through the front door just as Ranma-chan and Akane were
removing their shoes. "Nice dress," she casually noted to the redhead,
amused grin in place at the sight of seeing Ranma-chan in such female wear.

Ranma-chan pulled at the blouse. "It's a bit tight in the chest, but when
you got one like mine, it's to be expected. I notice the outfit you're
wearing is a bit baggy." He returned the grin.

Nabiki fingered the boy's uniform she wore. "I guess crossdressing just
doesn't work for me the way it does for you."

"Um, Nabiki, if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing a boy's
uniform?" Akane asked.

Nabiki shifted uncomfortably. "I sort of had a difficult situation arise,
but I got out of it easily enough." Flashing her goods to two guys that
never got any was enough for the boys to cough up a pair of pants from one
and a shirt from the other.

"I know the feeling," Ranma-chan said sympathetically, but not elaborating.
Thoroughly tired from the day's events, she grunted in appreciation of
everything being over and headed to the bathroom to get some hot water and
change back into her proper form.

Akane and Nabiki headed to the living room and sat down at the table. Akane
turned on the television and the pair relaxed some before changing into
everyday clothes.

Kasumi poked her head in from the kitchen. "How did school go today?"

"Matsui and I are officially through," Nabiki informed her.

Akane said, "Ranma was chased around by a Chinese Amazon that wants to kill
him."

"Did he knock her up and dump her?" Kasumi asked.

Akane shook her head. "He says it's all over him stealing some food of hers
and then beating her up, but something sounded off in the story. I don't
think he's lying. He doesn't seem like he'd be good at it, unlike some
people I know," she said pointedly to Nabiki.

With nothing on television catching Nabiki's interest, she instead lay idly
on the floor, playing with one of the buttons on the uniform. "Claiming I
don't know what you mean would just be playing into your hands. Let's just
say life is like a game of poker, and I have no problems bluffing when it
suits me."

"That could be why you have so many problems keeping boyfriends around for
long," Akane said, with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Nabiki was nonplused at the snipe. "I don't lie to the guys I go out with.
It's just I'm a high maintenance gal, and none of the boys I've met have
been interested enough in maintaining me for long."

"It would take a team of mechanics to do that," Akane said pointedly.

"Now there's an idea. Oh, wait, doing a team is your thing, not mine."
Nabiki laughed.

Akane turned slightly red. "I only did a gang bang once, thank you very
much."

A choking sound came from the doorway leading into the room.

"Hey, Ranma. Are you all right?" Nabiki asked.

"Yeah," The now male Ranma regained his composure. He had probably misheard,
or it was a joke on the girls' part. Well, he wasn't going to fall for it.
He'd act like Akane hadn't said a word.

Kasumi placed her hand to her chin in thought. "By the way, this Amazon
person, did she wear a pink Chinese style outfit and have lavender hair?"

"Uh, yeah, she did," Ranma said, noting that Kasumi had gained Akane and
Nabiki full attention as well.

"Oh, well she's already here. I thought she was Ryouga's girlfriend since he
was with her when they dropped by."

"Ryouga's here with Shampoo?!" Ranma shouted.

The sound of Ranma's voice made the duo appear from the kitchen. Behind
them, a panda held up a sign that read. *I told her I've never been to
China. I was born in a circus. Watch.* Genma began juggling plates into the
air.

"Shampoo recognize fat panda anywhere." She elbowed him in the gut, causing
him to drop several of the plates on his head. "Where Ranma?"

"Right there!" Ryouga pointed at where Ranma was standing. Ranma was so
surprised by the appearance of the Amazon he froze, making the perfect
target. "Now get your righteous vengeance," Ryouga urged.

Shampoo continued looking around. "Where?"

"Right there." Ryouga shouted. Everyone, even Genma, pointed at Ranma.

Shampoo grunted in disgust. She walked up to Ranma. "That no Ranma. Ranma is
girl. Shampoo no see how you can make mistake. Stupid boy is nothing like
Shampoo's airen, who have nice, big chest." She poked Ranma in his chest.
"See? Is flat, like plain."

"It's not flat. I work out and have great pecs." Ranma flexed for her
benefit, making his chest bugle out as best as he could.

Nabiki's stare kept shifting between poser and foreigner. She said to Ranma,
"You mean she's never-"

"-Seen me after it rained," Ranma provided as cover. "Now that I think about
it, I guess not."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "I can't believe it never occurred to you to give
her the slip that way."

Now that Nabiki had entered the conversation, Shampoo took notice of her for
the first time. "Shampoo recognize you. Why Red Panty Girl no naked in
stairs where Shampoo left her?"

"Red Panty Girl? Naked?" Akane asked, showing her family resemblance to
Nabiki as her eyebrow perked in interest.

Even Nabiki seemed uneasy from the question. "Yes, it's sort of a long
story."

"Do tell us?" Akane asked, delighted at retaking the initiative from her
sister's gang bang commentary from earlier.

Off to the side, Ryouga seethed. Why wasn't this Chinese girl killing Ranma
like she should? It had been luck on both their parts that she had stumbled
upon him while he was lost in the shopping district. He had called out to
her and asked if she had found Ranma, only to discover the jerk had eluded
her in school and ran off. Ryouga volunteered to show the Amazon where Ranma
lived, since he would eventually turn up there. Unable to actually lead her
to the Tendou home, he remembered the name of the street it was located.
Shampoo was able to guide them to it, and he was able to point out which
house she wanted. He was a bit uneasy when they were greeted by Kasumi, who
seemed happy to see Ryouga. Luckily, she saved him from coming up with some
lame excuse by assuming Shampoo was his girlfriend and that he was waiting
for his 'friend', Ranma, to return from school. That she was so trusting of
his motives made Ryouga a bit uneasy, but he needed revenge, and could live
with the shame. It seemed he had lived with some all of his life, in one way
or another. A little more just added to the total.

Given Shampoo's refusal to see Ranma standing in front of her, and that she
was now in deep conversation of Nabiki instead of attacking her foe, Ryouga
decided to take matters into his own hands. He unsheathed his umbrella and
cried out, "Ranma, prepare to die!"

"Quit stealing my lines!" Ranma snarled, evading the blow that shattered the
table, sending all of the contents that had been sitting on it flying in
every direction.

None headed for Kasumi. Akane and Genma easily evaded the splinters sent
their way. However, a vase that was thrown off with a high amount of force
headed straight for Nabiki's head.

All Nabiki had time to do was widen her eyes as the white ceramic headed for
her face. At the last second, the vase was plucked deftly out of the air by
Shampoo.

Nabiki breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

Shampoo nodded, casually twirling the item in her hand. "What it worth to
Red Panty Girl for not getting hit in face by flying object?"

A small part of Nabiki admired the way Shampoo was parodying her from
earlier. All the rest resented the fact that Shampoo was able to parody her
from earlier. "I beg your pardon, but I don't recall asking you to catch
that."

Shampoo shrugged. "Okay. Shampoo pretend she no stopped it and resume throw
at same velocity when she intercept it." She drew back her arm.

"Wait, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement," Nabiki hastily
amended.

While the bargaining began, the battle between Ryouga and Ranma raged on.
Ryouga tried to take another swipe at Ranma with the umbrella, but Ranma
darted into the arc. As he moved in closer to his opponent, Ranma caught the
weapon under his arm before it had a chance to build any true velocity. He
pinned it to his side with one arm, then used his free hand to strike Ryouga
in the chin with a palm thrust that drove him back and made him release his
hold on the umbrella.

Ranma released the umbrella from under his arm and began wielding it like a
giant baseball bat. "Now let's see how you like it when someone tries to hit
a home run with that empty skull of yours!" He drew back to swing at
Ryouga's head.

Unused to the weapon, Ranma's blow was slow and inaccurate, Ryouga easily
dodged out of the way. The person standing directly behind Ryouga, Shampoo,
was so deeply enjoying her turnabout with Nabiki that she was unaware of the
attack until it struck her in the back of the head. She then became aware of
how freeing unconsciousness was, as she fell into it. She pitched forward,
right into Nabiki's arms.

"And so ends the negotiation," Nabiki said, laying the Amazon gently down to
the floor.

xx

[End first part]












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