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This is a collection of fic s I was able to save of a web archive that has shut down recently. Some had been edited so my text reader would work better. So original authors and extra stuff was removed from the fic .

On the ones that have not been edited I will be editing them so the original authors will get credited for their parts. Also if you have the parts that I m missing let me know in a PM will edit them in. Same with other fic s if you have them will post for others to be able to read.

Chained World

Pick Up [Episode 109641]
by Vreaky

"We have to get to our destination quickly so that we don't have to worry about being late. When we get there, then we can go and we can get that slave of yours, since I don't want to have them charging us for her just waiting around."

"Ya say it like it's her fault," Ranma muttered as he scowled at his parent.

"No, it's yours. If you hadn't insisted on letting her stay like that, we wouldn't have to worry about going after her."

"Yeah, well if ya hadn't wanted ta go and see if that was a really good practice area like the guy said, we wouldn't have had ta leave her. We didn't even have ta leave her anyway. It was your idea, not mine."

"Who's plan it was doesn't matter," Genma told him, "What does is that now we have to get her."

"I ain't the one who's draggin' us off all over the place."

"We could have moved faster if you just let me place her someplace else."

"No way Pop," Ranma refused, "I ain't 'bout ta abandon her anywhere."

"I've learned that. So, I let you keep her."

"As if ya have somethin' ta say 'bout it."

"Silly boy. I am your father, and responsible for what goes on with us."

"Ya are? Then would ya mind tellin' me why I had ta sleep on the floor when ya had a hotel room and were to lazy ta let us get there in time? Or maybe the cops would..."

His father waved any following words off. "That's quite alright. And don't I let you keep her?"

"Yeah. With a lot of belly achin' and stuff."

"Well, we do have to get her before we move on."

"Whatever..."

"So let's go get her, shall we?"

"Of course," the pigtailed boy sniffed. It wasn't like he was going to abandon his slave like yesterday's tuna roll. She might be his property, but he really cared about her, and tried to treat her the best that he could. So even if his idiot of a father hadn't been willing to go, he would have still gone to pick up:

Chained World: The fall and rise of the moon princesses. [Episode 111570]
by Greyman

Makoto sat eagerly awaiting her Master's return in the holding pen of Moon Princess Kennels' lobby. She was idly passing the time by nattering away with the other inmates. It was all a lot nicer than that sounded. The kennels were a kind of Pet Hotel for People based around the Japanese concept of Capsule Hotels. The franchise offered a bed in a small capsule for each slave, with a small television and internet connection, shared bathing and dining areas and a small gym for excersise. It was a safe and secure, comfortable and affordable place to leave a slave overnight.

The conversation turned, as it often did in such situations, to, "why did you decide to become a slave?" When the slaves in question are in their late teens the question often becomes, "why did your parents decide to make you a slave?" Often the answer was as simple as it was boring: "it's better than being homeless and jobless" or "to pay for my education."

There were the old stories of foolish dares and lost bets. Such as the hot teacher or tutor who offered to become their failing student's slave on earning a perfect grade, the haughty athletic star defeated by a longshot after challenging the school nerds, or the disgraced executive using the sale price to cover an embezelment only to have the contract bought by a former employer -or sometimes employee. But usually such stories were just that. Usually.

"Well, my parents died in a plane crash, but that's not altogether why," Makoto replied. "They left me with enough money to get by on my own, but I was very lonely and developed this terrible crush on my old sempai. He said the only way his family would allow us to stay together was for me to become his slave."

"Oh, how terribly romantic!" squealed one of the girls.

"Not really," Makoto sighed. "You see, the ink had hardly dried on the contract when he put me up for auction."

"No!"

"Oh yes. I was going through orientation when he put my contract up and, by the time I found out, my half of the salesprice was in my bank account and it was too late to complain." Makoto sighed forelornly.

"Oh dear," another of the girls gasped. "And you got purchased by a wicked old man or something. How aweful."

"Again, no," Makoto chimed in with more vigor. "My young master is quite the athletic hunk, if you like that type. And I do. What about you."

"Oh, I like the type. It's not like I have any choice in the matter though, is it?"

"No, I meant: how did you wind up a slave?"

"Oh. Well, it's like this "

Chained World: The mother's plight [Episode 111668]
by Kestral

"So your private practice ran into some problems?" asked Makoto, sitting back in the hot tub.

"Yes, and even though it wasn't my fault, the jury decision was against me," said the Doctor. "My peers cleared me of all charges, and the criminal case was thrown out - so they filed a lawsuit in civil court. They ended up bankrupting me with legal charges and with a settlement."

"Wow," said Makoto. "What happened?"

"I was a pediatrician who worked some in the ER, a family lost their daughter when she was in an accident," recited Doctor Mizuno. "When we tried rescue medications after she was brought in, she had reactions to them and died. It turned out there were illicit drugs in her system and there was an interaction. If she'd been completely healthy, we might have been able to save her anyway. She wasn't, and she died even with all the effort to revive her being made."

"Whoa," said Makoto. "So how did you end up here?"

"They saw me as the culprit since I was the doctor who first saw the child," said the Doctor, her hand coming up unconsciously to touch a recent scar along her bicep. "They were apparently well connected with some lawyers. When the criminal board and physician review failed to convict me, the civil case was invoked and they went after everything I owned. In order to keep my child safe and her welfare cared for, I set up a trust fund and my sale went to that."

"So, as a doctor you at least have some major skills and you aren't full use," pointed out Makoto. "You probably have a fair amount of leeway."

"I'm only here because of certain abuses that occurred with the last master," said the physician, closing her eyes and letting her head rest against one of the hot tub's ledges. "After which, they put my license on suspension and re-registered me for 'light duty' until I'm deemed fit."

"Worked you to exhaustion, huh?" said Makoto, noting the odd fresh scars. "Whippings?"

"The previous Master used a cane of bamboo slats tied together," said the Doctor wearily. "As a result, I'm between Masters at the moment."

"Urk," said Makoto. She didn't comment about the illegality of such a thing - it looked like Doctor Mizuno was taking a nap. Probably needed it.

Hmmmmm. Her own Master had some money squirrelled away from that one tournament.

Chained World: Purchased Rescue [Episode 115543]
by Kender

Watching the elder woman sleep, Makoto knew that she wanted to do something to help her. It wasn't that she could see herself having possibly wound in the same sort of situation if she hadn't been brought by her Master, though there was some of that. Rather, it was more due to the fact that she liked the doctor, as she seemed to be a perfectly nice person. The fact that she'd wound up like this seemed to be more the fault of others wanting to assign blame rather than anything she'd done.

And the fact was that it was entirely possible that the doctor could have another Master who would be just as bad as her last one.

Of course, it would be strange for her Master to own a woman so much older than him, but then there was some... status among the guys his age who'd had 'special' slaves. Thankfully he wasn't one of them, but at least it wasn't like any ridicule would really come their way, at least not in bulk. And with her not being full use, it would only be because they wanted to be together that they would be, though he would never force any slave of his into something like that.

Still, he wouldn't mind what she'd done once he heard Doctor Mizuno's story. He would likely do the same if he was in her place, and would appreciate her actions. His father would be a problem on the other hand, though free and on call medical care would be something that even he could appreciate. Just not having to go to a clinic for treatment would be helpful, and if anything, Genma didn't like to spend money if he didn't have to.

Slipping from the tub, she towled herself off, and headed over to get dressed so that she could get herself a companion.

The clerk gazed up at the lovely young slave girl in front of him and gave her a meaningful look. "Now, are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes sir. I have met with the slave, and I think that she'll be well owned by my Master," Makoto replied, schooling her features to show none of the nervousness she felt.

"And you are allowed to do this?"

"Yes sir. My Master's given me his permission to use his money to buy whatever I need to."

"I see..," the clerk commented, though it was more routine that he asked the questions. The fact was that Kumori Mizuno was 'damaged' by her previous owner's actions and the government was reluctant to put any slave who'd gone through that sort of situation into one where similar events could take place. But this Saotome kid had recommendations that were much higher than someone of his age should have. Looking at his current slave confirm them, and the woman did need a Master at the moment. "Then I suppose that I can do only one thing."

"What's that, sir?"

"Make Ranma Saotome the owner of one Kumori Mizuno. Finish with these forms, and we'll be done."

Makoto had to keep herself from yanking the papers out of his hand in excitement. She'd been afraid that she'd get into trouble for what she was doing, even though she knew that it was perfectly legal for her to do so. It would be a surprise to both owner and slave, but she was sure that it would work out.

So she handed back the papers and completed her task, waiting until she was able to leave before letting her happy grin show

Chained World: Doctor doctor, give me the news [Episode 115690]
by Kestral

There were things generally not spoken of within the society, save for casual conversation between individuals. Odd bits of gossip, urban legends, stories that were retold - often with different names and locations.

One of which was the Slave Underground. Slaves talked amongst themselves, they cooperated, they helped each other out in ways that they wouldn't help their own Masters. Especially cruel or hateful Masters (or Mistresses) tended to have accidents. Not from their own slave of course, but some other slave who accidently left a heavy load atop a ladder which somehow or other dislodged at just the right the moment to crush the cruel Master. Or the evidence of wrongdoing which the Master threw into a fire, which was somehow retrieved and ended up in police custody. And so on. Some embellished this to a Spirit Of Vengeance, that the slaves who died unjustly at the hands of a cruel Master sought vengeance from the afterlife.

In truth however, the more sophisticated and observant knew that slaves were everywhere and that many of them felt a certain camaraderie with their fellows. A lot of slaves, particularly domestics and general labor, gossiped incessently and observed the world around them through cynical but practiced eyes. Word of a cruel Master or Mistress got out, no matter how well or ruthlessly the free tried to restrain it. The opposite was also true of course. Particularly kind and benevolent Masters found nice things happening to them as the word got out.

So it was with the clerk at Moon Princess' Kennels. He saw it all, he heard it all, he passed it on through the network.

Ranma Saotome was a kind young man who often consulted and sought to please his slave Makoto. It was fairly common for a favored slave to be given accounting and general run of the Master's business - for quite a few centuries the samurai and nobles both considered money to be beneath their notice as a class. The relationship between Makoto and Ranma went deeper than that, or so the clerk read from his brief meetings with the two and overhearing conversations by Makoto.

Kumori Mizuno was a contract slave, specialist, and she had another four years and seven months on that contract to serve. She'd been worked to the point of exhaustion and forced to do things both illegal and against her contract under her last Master.

As for that Master, he would get what was coming to him. Those who abused slaves harshly, particularly women or children slaves, and went to prison often met "accidents" - a little battery acid sold as heroin perhaps. Trying to get a high and instead having one's nerve endings wrapped in flame. Such things happened. Though if he had done any of this to a young child - there were worse things that happened.

The clerk was middle-aged and a eunuch who enjoyed this job. Though he tended to be fat as many eunuch did, he still found feminine company to be delightful and seeing to their needs (within reason) a fair career. As he was quick to point out, it was this or become a bureaucrat and he was too much a "people person" to be comfortable seeing only stacks of paperwork all day. He'd been here long enough to simply be known as the Clerk. He was familiar with all the stories of all those who stayed here, and only partly because it made for delicious gossip.

He made a few calls, shared a few jokes, and otherwise handled the paperwork. Kumori Mizuno was added to the register of Ranma Saotome as a slave. The doctor had been assigned to "light duty" and suspended her license until she was completely healed - and working for a student of the martial arts certainly could fit that category.

The clerk also noted that someone down the chain was notifying the woman's daughter of her mother's whereabouts. While strongly frowned upon in general society, it was also quite understandable. So he shrugged and continued on, not seeing the harm in it.

There was a further detail to take care of, and the clerk debated its doing. The former Master's assets had been seized and heavily fined, and part of the share went into the account of those he had wronged - in this case the slave that had been abused.

The clerk clucked to himself thoughtfully. The courts were paying for Kumori's convalescence until her sale went through, but he could delay the final stage in the paperwork until Saotome-san arrived. The thought running through his head was that if he threw the money into a contract buy-out, it would shorten her enslavement but could cause legal repercussions. If her old Master used it to have his case overturned, that would be bad. So that option was out. There were other ways it could be used to good benefit, and the clerk had a lot of contacts to get him the best possible deal (his reputation as one of the best gossips in the area having its perks) and a few services that were not entirely legal in themselves.

It was the older woman's happiness that concerned the clerk. She'd gotten a pretty raw deal through no fault of her own, and now she was looking at a period as common labor until she could get back to doctoring. The young master would be saving some money as she was being purchased as Labor, but would eventually be reinstated as a physician. So what to do? She didn't have much in the way of possessions.

The clerk sat down and made a notation. The young master would be arriving soon according to the word through the grapevine.

Chained World: Easing In [Episode 116927]
by Kender

The clerk sat down and made a notation. The young master would be arriving soon according to the word through the grapevine. He had just enough time to get some supplies. He knows the appropriate servants, so getting the woman what she needed to be comfortable living outdoors and travelling about seemed appropriate. After all, she hadn't exactly been supplied well by her last Master, and was now being supported with the slave basics. That meant that she wasn't going to have much to use, and she'd need a lot of supplies to be able to hack it with her new owner. She'd need things like clothing that would take wear and tear, footwear that would last for long hikes, and a pack to carry the other stuff that she'd need like a medical aid kit.

This way she'd be able to actually survive the travel, though everything that he knew about the boy pointed to him being willing to take it easy on his slaves. Of course, that was a plus, and even though she wouldn't have a choice in the matter, it would be nice of him to give her that leeway.

However, it would help that she'd have a little... bonus put into her 'supplying'. Though it wasn't usual, the clerk decided that part of preparing her for her new role would be to give her a bit of... help enjoying her situation. She was in need of some caring and affection, and a bit of a hormonal adjustment and easing of her problems would be better. There certainly wouldn't be any forcing of matters, though attraction to her Master wouldn't be a bad thing, and she had previously shown a bit of an enjoyment of the less... intellectual types. So she wouldn't have too much of a problem with finding things to like about a nice boy who was definately good looking and was kind to those who he didn't have to be.

Besides, even if a slave was not 'full-use', it didn't mean that she couldn't couple with her Master if she wanted.

And a long term attachment with an older and more responsible woman would help Saotome, who wasn't one who had much of that sort of thing. As a travelling martial artist, he hadn't had a lot in the way of stability, and this would give him it. Plus it would put him onto his stated path of eventually wanting to be able to have a dojo of his own. Provided that he got someone who could both be a firming influence upon him, he could get there sooner, and if Doctor Mizuno had a stable relationship with him that could last past the time of her enslavement, then so much the better. She could help him willingly, perhaps even to the point of wedding him, or even, if she so desired, extending her contract with him.

After all, it wasn't just their fellow slaves that the Underground would like to help. If a Master was both kind and strong enough, then that individual was to be nutured, as he or she could serve both as an example and someone to teach other Masters and Mistresses better ways to keep their slaves. And having more good owners was always a good thing, since they were both refuge and barrier against the bad ones.

Like the one that Kumori Mizuno had suffered under. But now she was going to be joining a young man who most likely would look to her for advice and naturally want to protect her. Which made him a good candidate for being her owner, especially since he seemed to be undemanding.

Chained World: Reconditioned merchandise [Episode 116966]
by Kestral

Actually, Kumori Mizuno had already undergone some treatment. It had been deemed necessary.

She was skilled labor, a specialist in a highly trained profession. Not only did a pediatrician have to undergo a lot of schooling before practicing medicine, they had to continue that schooling all the time they practiced medicine.

Between what had happened in the courts, and her previous Master, things had gotten rather bad for her. In order to receive her testimony in court, she'd had to be medicated. Her body had healed, her mind had taken a little work.

Adding some treatment wasn't that hard, and the Clerk knew just the person to take the foundation already built and put a little something together.

The doctor was made ready for her new owner, and she was aware of every bit of it. From the evening out of an uneven cut of hair that hid a scalp wound, to the smoothing of skin, to easing the idea of having a young and inexperienced owner - the physician was gradually made ready for her delivery.

She already regarded Makoto as a new friend, and that relationship would deepen. Eventually she'd be examined and returned to full duty as a physician, but until then she was Light Duty. Which was quite all right with her.

She was quite curious about the new owner, and was uncertain about her status with someone who was apparently on the move, but Makoto assured her that if the physician couldn't carry that heavy pack - she could.

"You did what?" asked Ranma, just knowing that his stupid father would give him grief about that.

"Hmph," said Genma, not particularly liking this. Another mouth to feed and provide for.

Makoto began sketching out the details and something unusual occurred.

"Hmmm, sounds like a good deal," admitted Genma.

Makoto wondered if she'd missed something. If Ranma's father thought it was a good idea, there must have been something wrong with the arrangement after all.

"Whatcha mean, Pops?" asked Ranma.

"A bargain is a bargain," said Genma. "If you've got her at the Light Duty Unskilled rate, then she regains her status as a physician, you can then allow a buyout of her contract with a major jump in cost."

"Ah," said Makoto. Genma saw it as a 'get rich quick' scheme. No wonder.

Ranma shrugged. It sounded like the doctor had gone through a tough time. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with a doctor, but he had been letting Makoto manage his money and she'd been able to stretch it further than he could. "All right. She ready?"

"She'll just be a few moments," explained Makoto. "Apparently she's got some supplies."

Bing! Bing! Bing! "Mail call!"

Ami checked her computer, and sure enough she had a new e-mail and it looked like the spam filter was working. Seeing the from address, she quickly opened it and checked the contents.

Her mother had been sold with her remaining contract time to a martial artist named Ranma Saotome.

Ami's eyes widened as she took in the relevant data. Sixteen years old?

Chained World: Being Recieved [Episode 118149]
by Kender

Though she knew that she had little choice in the matter, Doctor Mizuno was finding herself quite nervous about the whole situation. After all, getting a new Master was no small thing, and even without her past, this was a big step for her. With a new owner, she was going to have a new period of her life, which she could sense would be a good thing, but it was a new thing.

But she knew that she couldn't delay, and so she shouldered the brand new pack that she'd been given and headed out to where the boy who owned her would be waiting.

Stepping outside, she saw that there were three people waiting for her. She already recognised Makoto, so that meant that the other two had to be her Master, and likely his father. Moving over to them, she tried not to worry, but there were some that burbled in the back of her head.

Though, the sight of her new Master wasn't one of them. He didn't look like he was a bad sort at all. In fact, he had an open face which displayed his emotions quite easily, and a physique that she didn't need to be a doctor to appreciate. There was a bit of something untamed about him, and a self-confidence that was readily apparent. She remembered a full use slave she'd once met who'd gushed about how her young owner was 'capable all night long', and this young man looked likely to be possibly able to head in that direction.

Blushing at the line of her thoughts, she turned her attention to the elder man, and frowned. Something seemed... not trustworthy about him. He had a bit of the look of a used car salesman about him, though he didn't seem as bad as her previous Master. Still, something told her to be glad that she was owned by his son, and not by him.

Once all the formalities were taken care of, she stood in front of him, and prepared herself for the real test. This would be her first moment as his slave, and his reaction would tell her at least in part what to expect. She looked at him and said, "Hello Master..."

For a moment, Ranma wondered what he should do. Standing before him was his new slave, and by what he'd been told, she had been abused by her last master. But no one had told her that this elder woman would be... attractive. He could tell that she was waiting for him to say something though, and he felt that it should be something that spoke of him being strong, but kind.

What he managed to say was, "Uh... Hi. Nice ta meetcha."

Kumori blinked at the informal greeting, and it took her a few moments to realise that he wasn't going to be anything like a typical master. "It's good to meet you."

"Same here, even this is really not somethin' I thought would happen."

"I understand..," she murmured, wondering if he was regretting having purchased her.

"Good, 'cause I ain't real good with explainin' stuff. But ya, it's just wierd tryin' ta imagine leavin' one slave off, and comin' back ta own two. It's a bit surprisin' ta be told that, suddenly, ya own another slave, and ya didn't even know that ya did it."

"I'm sorry about that Master," Makoto apologised.

"Eh, it's okay. The way I figure it, what's done is done," the pigtailed boy said with a shrug. "All that's left now is ta go with it. I'm just gonna hope that ya can be happy with bein' my slave Doc."

"'Happy'," the elder woman parroted.

"Yeah. I mean, what good is it ta make ya miserable. I know what it's like, and it ain't fun. But I can try ta be a good Master, even if I can't change Pop."

"Stupid boy," the elder Saotome said with a sniff, "What I do, I do because I have the experience to know that you'll thank me."

"Like that'll happen."

Seeing the younger slave act like this was a usual occurance, the Doctor realised that this wasn't going to be anything similar to even what she'd been told to expect before she was processed. This young man didn't seem to be one for proprieties, nor was he acting all superior. Rather, he acted as if he would prefer to keep everything relaxed and off the cuff.

And for some reason, that appealed to her.

"What will we be doing Master?" she asked.

Ranma was surprised out of his glaring match with his father and shrugged. "Simple. We're travellin' right now."

"Oh? And is there a destination?"

Chained World: House Call [Episode 118171]
by Kestral

Kumori Mizuno followed, her pack carrying medical supplies and a few outfits that had been picked out for her.

Considering all the giggles from the "wardrobe wenches" doing those selections, she had a bad feeling about this.

The trip to China was another thing altogether. She was actually looking forward to it.

"If it were just us, we'd just swim to China," confessed Genma. "Unfortunately, that isn't possible right now."

Ranma shook his head at the old man's antics. "Yeah right. I'm surprised you ain't got me towing a boat while swimming to China."

Genma blinked. "How did you guess?"

"Experience," said Ranma.

"Oh," said Genma. "Well, I -"

"Know of some transportation," said Kumori thoughtfully.

"We don't have a lot of money," cautioned Ranma.

"That's okay, the transportation I'm thinking of - we could work passage." Kumori seemed to consider the two and nodded. "It's an oarship."

"Ah," said Genma, brightening. "Strength and endurance training. Race?"

"Competitive training," said Kumori. "There is a catch, however."

"She calls this a 'catch'?" asked Ranma, pulling on the oar.

"No, she calls this 'competitive training'," grunted Genma, pulling his own oar.

"Hmph," hmphed Ranma as the other vessel tried to ram them for the third time since leaving the shore.

"I'm just glad they didn't want me to be the figurehead," said Kumori from her seat.

"glub!" glubbed Makoto from where she was chained to the prow of the ship.

"You'll get the hang of breathing between waves soon, Mako-chan," advised the doctor. "It took me a few minutes."

"glub gak," said Makoto, stating that she did have a better figure but that the current situation was rather uncomfortable.

Chained World: Salvaging Moment [Episode 119009]
by Kender

"I really don't like this," Ranma muttered as he felt another thump as the other vessel smacked into the one he was on.

Kumori managed to give her owner a weak smile. "I'm sorry, but this is the best that I could do on short notice. And you did say that you try to make everything into training..."

"Yeah..."

"Then you're not too put out by all this?"

The pigtailed boy managed a heavy sigh as he pulled on his oar. "Nah... It is better than havin' ta deal with swimmin' the whole way. 'Specially if Pop had decided ta do somethin' stupid like get sharks ta 'motivate' me."

"When would I do something like that?!" the elder Saotome barked.

"Ya wanna list?"

"Well... no."

"At least somethin's goin' right..."

"And you don't have to do this more than once," Kumori commented.

"Now that's a good thing ta hear..."

"I'd think so too..."

"Yup, but..," her owner began... before a rather large hit came up, and there was a massive cracking sound. "What was that?"

"I don't think that it was us..."

"Hey!" Makoto called out from the prow.

"Huh? What are you... oh..."

"What is it?" Ranma asked.

"It looks like our opponents lost. They're sinking."

"Musta hit them hard."

"Or in the wrong place. But now we've got some salvage rights."

"What d'ya mean?"

The doctor shrugged. "Since they went down, we get to get any property that they may have had on it."

"Oh, really..."

"Yes, really."

"That sounds very interesting..," Genma spoke up as he grinned to himself.

"How nice for you..."

"Well, I figure that I'm gonna get... this," the younger Saotome commented as he blindly reached over the side and grabbed:

Chained World - Dr.: Dojo maker [Episode 119060]
by Kestral

Genma wanted a dojo. He wanted Ranma to be a superior martial artist running that dojo, and he wanted himself to be the overseer/wise old sensei who mainly sat back and didn't have to do much of anything at all.

In this world, certain things had to go along with that dream.

For Ranma to be considered seriously as a master of his Art, he had to have several things - not the least of which was a command of the Art. There was also the physical dojo. In his home world that might have sufficed.

In THIS world, that was a good start. Prestige counted a lot in setting up a dojo, and part of prestige was one's slaves. Some people required their slaves only learn from other slaves. Some had other ideas, apparently suggested by a number of pop media types at one time or another. A frequent one was that female slaves would only be trusted with another female, so this was something to consider. This being the case, despite their frequent lack of funds, Genma had seen the need for Ranma to have a slave and one that could learn and practice the Art. He wasn't sure about the dream in which a white cat had whispered in his ear, but he'd followed the advice in his dream and had found Makoto on sale.

She'd only been around the past couple of years, but Genma was congratulating himself on the wisdom of his decision ever since. Makoto was a good cook, especially when they frequently had to stretch out trail rations, a fairly talented fighter, and had not (as he'd originally feared) slowed them down at all. If the Tendo family had been around in this world, he'd have been concerned about how close Ranma had gotten to his slave but Genma had searched an entire week for Soun Tendo without finding a trace of his old buddy.

Now this other slave offered several benefits, and Genma was pondering the benefits of various slaves that Ranma might own versus the problems of the cost of maintenance. While he was originally against the idea of tournaments and the various bloodsports, he'd come to the conclusion about the time they'd picked up Makoto that reputation HAD to be built for Ranma to get that dojo eventually.

Some tournaments were restricted to slaves, in which case Makoto's training had to be intense. Her strength had grown steadily more impressive and her height gave her a reach advantage that was put to good use. It didn't hurt the betting or the crowd's reactions that her figure was nice either.

What was needed now was some manner of increasing Ranma's reputation and the purchase of a dojo. They'd need to continue their training journey some more in order to meet Genma's standards, but this was about the right time for a home base. The new slave, Kumori, could be left behind to maintain the place.

Eventually the new slave might be sold, but having an on-call physician had its advantages.

As Ranma reached out quickly and hauled aboard a figure, Genma allowed himself a thin smile and a nod of his head. Both ships had had their figureheads, slavegirls chained naked (or nearly so) near the bow of the ship. It was an old tradition, and the girl was protected from damage by the ram and some distance from the point of contact - but it was still pretty messy.

Now the new slave was pointing out salvage laws and that Ranma could claim the new slave. Genma hoped she had some skills worth bringing to the table, but a freebie is a freebie. The transfer papers would take a modest fee, but if they needed to they could remake the money with the sale.

Genma listened to the girl's explanation. She'd ended up on figurehead duty as punishment for some trivial and unintended mistake on her part? Well, that didn't bode too well, but she was comely enough to fetch a fair price if it came to the need for a resale.

"My name?" said the newly salvaged slave as her former masters were thrown life preservers by her new master's other slaves. "It's -"

Chained World - Dr.: Golden Opportunity [Episode 119662]
by Kender

"My name?" said the newly salvaged slave as her former masters were thrown life preservers by her new master's other slaves. "It's Minako."

Ranma shrugged and held out a hand. "Nice ta meet ya, Minako."

"It's good to meet you too Master!"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Master. Though I should be thankful to you more..."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I'm not the figurehead anymore and I'm not floating out on the sea either."

"Hey, no worries," he told her, "But won't ya miss your old masters?"

"Nope. I really never got to know them. They were pretty hands off, if you know what I mean. You'd think that with a pretty young slave, they'd pay more attention, but I was just another thing to do a job..."

"That sounds rough, but how'd ya wind up as a slave?"

"I... kind of got in trouble in school and at home. Nothing bad, but it was enough for me to be sold into slavery. By the time I could clearly see what was happening, I was on my way to be processed."

"Ah," the pigtailed boy murmured, and turned to the doctor. "I know that ya are on light duty, but can ya tell me if she's okay?"

"I'd say that she's a healthy young woman, just by looking," Kumori commented drily.

"Really?"

"Yes, I'd say so, wouldn't you?"

The pigtailed boy looked over where his newest slave stood, still wet from the sea water and blushed heavily as he realised that the girl was going to put on a show whether she wanted to or not.

Noticing her state, the blonde also saw the acknowledgement of appreciation of her looks in her new Master's actions, and had to fight betwen covering herself embarrassedly, and making sure to let him appreciate her charms. This, after all, was a rather hunky young man, and the knowledge that she would belong to him was a whole lot more satisfying than being owned by her previous masters had been. Any way she could look at it, this was more of the sort that she'd been hoping for when she'd been originally processed.

Makoto merely looked at the other girl and wondered if she would be having another new friend.

Leaning back in his seat, Genma watched this go on, and smiled. Here was so much opportunity that he knew that he could get a lot out of it. Not only would he get the dojo he so desired, he could get money for what his son had managed to get. Hopefully the boy wouldn't get to attached, but even if he did, the elder Saotome was sure that he could adapt to that situation.

Chained World - Dr.: China On A Budget [Episode 119770]
by Kestral

Genma smirked a lot.

Makoto and Minako chatted, each carrying her backpack. Makoto had Kumori's backpack slung over a shoulder in addition to her own, but didn't seem to notice the extra weight. At the very least she didn't complain of it.

Kumori Mizuno marked another day on her calendar and walked along, carrying only the pack with the first aid kit.

Ranma carried his own pack, with some of the supplies from his three slaves. It was good weight and endurance training, after all.

That was not the reason for the smirk present on Genma's face.

Ranma took his responsibilities seriously, often with complaints but that was more a token protest than anything else. As the Master of two full-use and one limited-duty slave, he had not taken liberties with any of them and was doing something that would have astounded any number of his hormonally befuddled peers.

He was training them in the martial arts.

The doctor received the least amount of training, and the gentlest handling. Often the first thing Ranma did when setting up for camp was that Ranma would give the doctor a massage along the legs, buttocks, back, and shoulders. She was about Genma's age, though still fairly young looking and pretty, and not nearly in Genma's shape. Genma, despite appearances, could run for hours and walk all day without so much as sore feet. The doctor could not.

Makoto was already developing quite well in the martial arts. Natural talent, her surprising strength, and the height advantage meant that she was quite a find. Genma had no objection to the girl becoming Ranma's permanent slave, it was expected of a dojo to have one or two at least for various functions.

Minako was clumsy, continually mangling phrases beyond all recognition, and a few levels short of a dungeon. However she had good reflexes and seemed to find some degree of talent within the Art when actively practicing.

Ranma had interpreted "full use" to mean "train heavily" - and was pursuing that. In addition to the stretches and early morning training before they set out, and the hour after setting up camp, he looked for opportunities for "training exercises" to unleash on the two.

Finally they crested a ridge and Genma nodded. "That's it, we're here at last."

Chained World - Dr.: Going To Town [Episode 120294]
by Kender

Ranma looked over what his father was showing them and saw something that looked like it was out of an age long past. Simple buildings were clustered together in a small village, with the smoke of fires burning in hearths rising in wisps above the rooftops. People in clothing that had never come from a machine walked around without a single sign of being harried. Nothing modern really stood out, though that was not something that he really minded.

He just wondered why his father had brought them there.

In another life, he would have been a girl when he headed out to that village. There, he and his father would have partaken of a feast that was someone else's. The owner would lose a fight over that and would wind up hunting the outsider 'girl' who had defeated her. Then she would find out that her prey was really the boy she liked, and she would pursue his affections.

However, things were a bit different. After all, Genma had learned from his mistake in transporting them to this world that magic was real. as such, cursed training grounds did not hold the appeal that they might have. It didn't mean that he wouldn't go, as he just wanted more information about the place before making a decision.

But this village he knew he had to visit. This was the homeland of the Chinese warriors he'd heard about. It was said that they were highly skilled in the Art, to the point where many would not be able to match their abilities. They had a history of their members hiring out as mamluks, and were known to be skilled soldiers as well. And if their forces could be brought to bear, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

Of course, the pigtailed boy could see the practicing being done, and wondered if he could get to spar with some of the villagers. It seemed to be a mixed group, with some guys there, but there were a lot more girls bouncing around. The fact that many of them were pretty registered rather clearly, though he had little wish to lose his head over it. He saw no reason to start panting over them, as it just seemed to not be the right thing to do. Heck, if he wanted to, he could be his two slaves, but he didn't want to disrespect them like that, since despite admitting that all three of them were attractive, he didn't want to sleep with a girl who had no choice. If he ever got to the point where a girl went to bed with him, it would be because she wanted to.

Not that he'd been fantasizing about such things or anything.

The fact that he trained them was simply that he saw no reason not to, and every reason that he should. After all, they would have to possibly defend themselves and teaching them how to fight also helped them to get into shape. That he liked doing it was just a bonus.

Still, he wasn't sure just why his father had brought them there. He wasn't too clear on the reasoning, but then, the elder Saotome had never been one to discuss what his plans were until it was actually time to implement them.

"Come along now," Genma pronounced, waving a hand to gesture them foward. "Let's get to the village as soon as we can, alright?"

"Whatever ya say Pop," Ranma replied with a sigh, hoping that this would be simply another stop on their training journey.

Unfortunately, that might have been a bit of a problem since as they got into the village,:

Chained World - Dr.: Tournament Of What? [Episode 120350]
by Kestral

The world, as stated, was not quite the same. The major world divergence had taken place nearly a thousand years past, though elements had apparently existed prior to that. Therefore it should come as no surprise that the village itself was different.

Three thousand years ago, a group of horse nomads from Scythia had ended up fleeing a series of disasters. They'd then intermarried with the Mongols briefly, come down South to escape inter-clan skirmishes, and finally given up nomadic lifestyles in order to build a village.

The village was classically Chinese, turn of the century. It seemed to be confused about which century though, as some aspects seemed to vary between the 12th and 20th centuries.

The Amazons had changed quite a bit since Homer's time. Of course, that meant that a little discrepency down the road had a lot of room to snowball into major differences from what it would be otherwise.

Instead of two weary and hungry recently cursed individuals entering during a tournament and making a bee-line for a table of "free food", one had a group of five individuals without curses entering during a fairly normal day - after having a decent breakfast. A fair amount of difference right there.

Chained World - Dr.: Loosened Focus [Episode 120943]
by Kender

"Amazin'..," Ranma murmured as he looked around at all the girls sweating up a storm as they worked out around them as the group quietly walked into the village.

"They are attractive girls," Kumori commented.

"That too."

"Excuse me?"

"Sure they are pretty, but I was commentin' on the fact that they look to be pretty good in their trainin'. It ain't like I've been ta a lot of places where this many people've been practicin' like this."

"Oh... Well, I suppose that's understandable. After all, this doesn't look like it's a typical village."

"That's true, but I've got a feelin' that ya ain't just talkin' 'bout the trainin'."

The doctor smiled and nodded at her owner. "You're right. This seems to be a place that doesn't quite follow the so-called 'normal' routines. After all, other places have routines too, but this one seems more... martial than anything else."

"I do hope that wasn't a complaint," commented an aged voice, which was revealed to be an old woman standing on a staff next to them when the group turned to look at her.

"It wasn't. I was just making an observation."

"We were just admiring how this place is so dedicated to the Art," Makoto commented.

"Oh?" the old woman replied.

"I've been training a long time, but I've never seen a group quite like this."

"And you likely won't."

Minako gave a puzzled frown. "What's that mean?"

"You see, we have thousands of years of history involved in this. It's our culture, and many of our women have been warriors over the centuries."

"Have they now?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, they have."

"Sounds interesting. But you are..."

"And Elder of this tribe. I am Cologne, young one. And I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you of anything. I just had to be certain that you were as polite as your group looked. Which you are, and that speaks well of your control."

"I didn't do anything," Kumori said, "Things just seem to be nice under my current Master."

"I see..."

"Ya know," Ranma put in, "This is a real nice place ya got here."

"I am glad you like it."

"Hey. Anyplace that's trainin' in the Art like this has gotta be good, right?"

Cologne chuckled a bit. "Not quite, but in this case, your words aren't so bad. But still, you mustn't think that all we do is the Art."

"Ya don't?"

"Of course not. Our trackers are famed for their skill, we have healers who are well sought after, and our smiths create weapons of great value. And that's not all."

"Sounds like enough ta make people want what ya got," the pigtailed boy told the Elder.

"You're closer than you might think. In the past, we've had incidents where people have thought that Amazons would make good slaves. Some have even gone to the lengths of actually kidnapping villagers in order to get what they want."

"What? Why?"

"Because they think that they can break them in to 'new roles'. A few think that 'breaking' an Amazon would result in a better slave. There are males who would love to have an utterly loyal bodyguard that can double as decoration, a pet tracker, or simply a love slave whose will has been dominated by her owner's," Cologne told him with a sigh and was pleasantly surprised when the boy's face quickly wrinkled into an expression of disgust. 'This is a boy to watch. Perhaps even one to work with...'

"I hope that they don't get away with that sort of junk," sniffed the blonde.

"Most times they get a surprise when they try to do what they plan. Some villagers have to be rescued, but for the most part, we have managed to deal with it before anything happens. A couple of girls have been... damaged and then there are the ones that like certain ideas... But in any case, I'm sure that you haven't come to hear simple stories. Especially with the tournament going on."

"What sort of tournament?" the emerald eyed girl asked.

"Why one in the Art, of course. It's a contest of fighting skills. Didn't you know that?"

"Not really. Our Master's father dragged us here, and he's never really been one for telling us why we're going someplace."

"Oh, so you didn't come for the tournament?"

Ranma gave a snort. "We coulda, but we'd never know it if Pop had his way. At least until the old man decided ta tell us, which'd probably be just be before he pushed me inta it."

Chained World - Dr.: Servant speaking [Episode 121035]
by Kestral

There was a great deal of curiosity about the outsiders, of course. Just as certain was that nobody wanted to LOOK like they were intent on the newcomers.

Most made the obvious assumption that the woman was the Master and the crowd were her slaves.

The idea that the boy could keep up with all three women was so ridiculous that if it occurred to anyone, they weren't going to mention it.

Naturally something occurred within moments of their arrival.

While Ranma and Genma were led away with tales of martial arts battles, Kumori found herself approached by several of the young women of the village - who offered her and the other two women shelter from male dominance.

That none of them were inclined to pursue that offer was accepted after it had been made, with reactions ranging from disbelief to shaking head acceptance.

Then it came out that she was a physician.

"So your art, this Nichieju Style is loosely based on Tiger Style Kung Fu?" asked Genma.

"Actually, it's the other way around," declared Cologne haughtily. "Though only the easiest snippets to copy ended up in the styles of Cat and Tiger."

"Or Tiger-Crane Style," said Ranma. "Like Pai Mei-sensei."

Dead silence.

"You've studied under Pai Mei?" asked Cologne, slightly more respectfully.

"Oh, you know him?" Ranma asked.

"I'm surprised he would train a Japanese martial artist," said Cologne.

"I think he mainly did it to piss Pops off," answered Ranma.

"Ah," said Cologne.

"Yeah, Pops was always getting into arguments about styles and such, and then he'd trade techniques off," said Ranma with a shrug. "Like that Shaolin temple a few years back."

"So you've learned something of Shaolin and Tiger-Crane?" asked Cologne.

"Yeah, some," said Ranma. "We started going to places like that mainly to find a way back home. Turns out that a lot of techniques and such are just a little different, and some are missing entirely."

"There are several martial arts that apparently never came to exist here, and their techniques are useful bargaining chips," admitted Genma.

"Oh?" asked Cologne. The older one knew of lost martial arts?

"Imagine my surprise when it turned out no one knew of Muay Thai or Escrima," said Genma, eyeing the window of a pastry shop that his nose had already determined was operating and turning out something intriguing.

"Do tell?" prompted Cologne.

"Hmmm?" Genma started peering around. "Where'd that slave of yours get to with our money, boy?"

Chained World - Dr.: Jumping Company [Episode 121761]
by Kender

"Now that is a male that could keep a warrior warm at night," murmured an Amazon with a wicked grin.

Shampoo looked at the other girl and nodded. "He is good looking, isn't he?"

"Yes, he definately is. But he is not only that. I mean, he's strong and confident, but not a jerk than a lot of other guys. I could see a lot of good times with him at my side."

"You and a lot of others. After all, since when has a male come in and not been an ass?"

"Sometimes, being an ass isn't a bad thing..," the other Amazon commented.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that there are guys with tight rears that have only that noticable."

"You're such a lech, Cream."

"And proud of it. But don't pretend that you wouldn't like a hunk like that to ravish you all night long."

"He'd have to prove himself strong enough for anything like that to happen to me," the lavander haired girl pronounced.

That last comment was something that had the nearly blind boy who'd been approaching her stopping to blink. He frowned slightly as he tried to consider what he'd heard, and realised that it wasn't something that he liked, especially when he'd run it through his mind several times. And when he figured out what he thought it meant, he knew that there was only one option in this case.

Kumori was well aware of the fact that she'd been educated in the culture of this village. After all, she'd just come there, and hadn't been told that she'd be going to the place. So, it was understandable that she would possibly get into trouble there. That was what she'd thought would be the case as she had found herself dragged off by a group of excited women.

But once she'd found herself seated with a cup of tea in front of her, she'd been rather surprised as to the situation. And when a massed group of voices started asking her medical questions she started to realise that she wasn't interrogated, so much as questioned. It wasn't so bad, though she was surprised to find that she was in such demand.

"Let the woman breathe," murmured the old woman in charge. "If you wish to let her pass on her knowledge, then you must let her speak."

"Elder Lilac..," complained one of the younger women.

"I do hope that you aren't about to backtalk, are you..?"

"I'm glad," the Elder said, and turned to their guest. "They are young and excited, so... They want to get it all done now."

"Sounds like some of my... the interns I've known," Kumori admitted.

"Oh?"

"They're young, and they want to know it all now."

"Exactly."

"What I don't understand is what's going on. I mean, am I so interesting?"

"Yes, you are. You see, these ladies surrounding you are our Healers, and as such, what you know could be of great importance."

The doctor blinked slightly. "Do you mean to tell me that you want to know what I know?"

"That is basically it. Though we know that you might look down upon our natural way of healing, we would like to know how an outsider might wish to do what we do. This way, we can learn what new advances, imagined or real, that our counterparts have made."

"Well... I wouldn't say that I look down on your way of healing. In fact, there's been a growth in the interest in the ways native cultures work on ailments, and the various wild plants that might prove to be good medicines."

"Ahh..," Lilac murmured in approval, "This will be more interesting than I thought..."

"I think Makoto's off watchin' the trainin'," Ranma told his father, "And the doc's got a fan club or somethin'."

"Damn. I want to get something..," Genma complained.

"Guess ya'll have ta wait 'til later..."

"But we're here now boy."

"So? It ain't like it's goin' anywhere, is it?"

Cologne nodded, amused at the way that the son was able to stand up to his father. "It's become rather popular."

"See? I'm sure that nothin's gonna happen before we get back to it..," the pigtailed boy murmured... before something did happen.

A wildly screaming boy leapt at him, using chains as his weapon of choice.

"What the heck..?!"

"I'm not about to let you get Shampoo!" the boy yelled as he sent strikes at Ranma.

"But I don't wanna wash my hair!"

"Not shampoo! Shampoo! She's knows that you want to attack her so that you can ravish her at your mercy! And I'm not going to let you do it!"

"HUH?! I don't know what the heck you're talkin' 'bout!"

"The hell you don't! I'll protect her from youl, or my name isn't Mousse!"

"And I'll protect myself, thanks," the younger Saotome said as he yanked on a chain, and fell backwards. But it wasn't an accidental fall. The pull put his attacker off balance, and made him come fowards. Once he was in range, Ranma kicked the boy so that he flew over him, and off to the side.

That surprised Mousse, who found himself flung down the street and over the fence of a pig pen. He landed belly down in the mud, and slid across it until he wound up mouth to mouth with a pig.

"He deserved that..," Cologne murmured while:

Chained World - Dr.: Splish Splash, an impromptu bath [Episode 121853]
by Kestral

Mousse aimed carefully, charged forward, brought up his weapon of the moment.

Ranma blinked and stared as that Mousse guy charged Makoto for some reason.

Makoto had no idea why this guy was attacking her, but there was a time for philosophical debate and there was a time for kicking butt.

Makoto had a surprising strength - even Genma had been startled by the fighting potential of the tall girl and how much force she could put into her punches and kicks. She had taken to the training in Anything Goes like Genma took to a free buffet. She tended to put her own style or grace into things as she went.

Her hands clasped the sides of the axe, one leg swept out. Opponent in midair - grab one wrist and ankle, begin spinning with the attacker slowly lifting off the ground.

"Anything Goes Style Special Manuever! Around The World!"

"I thought you were going with 'Fly The Unfriendly Skies'," commented Ranma as Makoto sent the attacker on a long trip.

"I changed my mind," said Makoto leaning against a vertical surface because that manuever made her dizzy.

"Hmmm," said Ranma, wondering why Makoto kept using that manuever when she had to grab hold of him immediately thereafter. Oh well. Girls. Who could figure?

"whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" went Mousse as he passed a flight of ducks. He reached into a sleeve pocket and produced some glasses. Once he looked around at his surroundings (clouds and mountain peaks and a distant ground) - he calmly and carefully put his glasses away again. "Okay, this day officially stinks."

Finally he felt the forward momentum slow, and his flight began to resemble a fall more and more.

Hmmm. Water there. If he could just angle towards one of those pools.

WHAM!

"AGHHHHH!" yelled a boy with a bandana as some guy in a Chinese shirt knocked him off a cliff.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

Chained World - Dr.: Bouncing Falls [Episode 123638]
by Kender

The Guide heard the splashes of water, and wondered what had happened to his nice and comfortable day. He'd been enjoying a bit of relaxation lately, what with the absence of guests discovering that his warnings were totally true. Not having to deal with hikers turning to poultry or a wayward traveller becoming monkey was very good in his opinion. That made it so that he could sit back and enjoy the fine weather of the day.

Oddly enough, his enjoying the warmth of the sun and the clear skies had allowed him to see the one boy flying through the air. That had been rather unusual, save when an Amazon got angry. However, the sight of the boy crashing into one who'd been walking on the cliff overlooking the valley was rather disheartening. It was sort of like watching some obscene act play out. One couldn't help but stare in fascination no matter knowing what would happen.

And it quite obviously went as he'd known it would. The only unknown part was the exact end result. Yet even that was put into likely possibilities.

The flying boy slammed into the wanderer, pushing that other boy back so far that he flew off the cliff himself. But the already airborne one seemed to... bounce off of the wanderer, and wound up dropping off in another direction. Both of them fell into pools, and wound up causing splashes at exactly the same time.

Hurrying over to a spot where it would be easiest to speak to them both, he called out, "Ahhh, sirs. Terrible tragic story of two boys who fall in different pools."

Two shapes pulled themselves out of the pools, and looked at him in shock for a moment.

He sighed and knew that his day was shot to hell

Chained World - Dr.: Very Bad You Fall In Spring! [Episode 123663]
by Kestral

The world was different.

The Amazon Village was different.

Was there any surprise that the Cursed Springs Of Jusenkyo were different?

Ryoga Hibiki didn't know this. All he knew was that he was on the trail of some lowlife pantywaist named Ranma Saotome who'd sucker-punched him from behind in a tournament!

He'd managed to follow the slimy trail of this sneaky little SOB but then some weird guy in white came crashing into him and knocking him into some cold fetid water. Yech!

Ryoga lifted himself out of the pool and looked up at the figure of the portly guy in the Mao uniform.

"Ah, sirs! Terrible tragic story of two boys who fall in different pools!"

"GRONK!" said Ryoga, then stopped and tried again. "GRONK! GRONK! ... gronk?!"

The Jusenkyo Guide looked up at huge creature with the bandana on its head. "You sir, fall in Spring Of Drowned Club Tailed Heavily Armored Dinosaur. Terrible tragic story of dinosaur which fall in spring two hundred six million year ago. I think. Guide not paleontologist so not sure."

"GRONK?!" said Ryoga, aghast. He turned into a creature whose name he probably couldn't pronounce?! "GRONK! GRONK!"

The Guide produced a teapot and poured hot water on the dinosaur. "Not to worry, hot water turn you back to normal. But only until next time you gets splashed with cold water."

"Where's a permanent cure?!" demanded Ryoga.

"Have to wait, try leaping in spring now - curse mix and sir be off even worse than now," said the Guide.

Dripping water was heard in the following silence.

"Not forget about other Mister Customer," assured the Guide. "You also fall in cursed spring, also change back to normal with hot water - cursed form with cold. You fall in Spring Of Drowned:"

Chained World - Dr.: Just The Little Things... [Episode 137605]
by Kender

"Not forget about other Mister Customer," assured the Guide. "You also fall in cursed spring, also change back to normal with hot water - cursed form with cold. You fall in Spring Of Drowned Zombie Girl. Other than green skin, red eyes, generally punk-goth look, and smell - sir almost look pretty."

"Gruh?!" went the transformed boy.

"Well, yes, 'pretty what?' is good question."

Shambling over to look at the reflection in the water, Mousse saw that the Guide really was telling the truth. Had she been bearing pale skin and dark hair, she would have looked rather attractive, with a small waist, slim limbs and a nicely sized chest. Instead, she had odd coloring that actually wasn't that bad, and the various... detriments that a zombie had going for her.

The Guide looked over the both of them and knew that he'd have to deal with this pair for a while. The pair were newly cursed, and they'd likely be pestering him about their curses, but he was all too aware of that fact. It happened every so often, and always to someone's detriment, as it seemed that whomever had set up the cursed pools had made them a draw for weird things to drown. After all, how did a zombie drown?

Still, there wasn't much he could do about it. This was his job, and he had to deal with it. He'd been at long enough to figure out ways to smooth out the work, and make it easier on both him and the 'customers'.

Unfortunately, his 'ever ready' kettle was not chosen for any ability to get a big dinosaur sufficiently wet. "Mister Customers stay here. Need heat more water for change back. Oh, and Mister Customer who now have zombie body? No eat other Mister Customer brain. Not think he be a good meal."

As the guide shuffled away, Ryoga slowly turned to face the other new victim of the springs with a wary look on his face.

"Guh?" asked the nearly blind boy turned zombie girl.

The Lost Boy thought about the Guide's parting words and really hoped that he'd been kidding.

Normally, the Amazons considered outsider girls to be coming in two forms. Occasionally, those females born in areas other than the Village would be warriors worthy of respect, but for the most part, they tended to think of those girls as rather weak. That might not mean that they couldn't like them, or have some sort of respect for their abilities, but they were reasonably assured by their exposure to outsiders that the girls would be coddled, soft, restricted and generally subservient.

One of the girls who had come in the latest outsider party had proven to be neither coddled or soft, and the younger Amazons liked that, a lot, something that they made clear to her when she and Minako were pulled away by a group of smiling girls.

"So... You're not mad that I got rid of that jerk?" Makoto asked.

Shampoo snorted. "Is good thing you do. Always jumping where not wanted. He more pest than friend, and he no friend."

"Oh?"

"You no need worry. Mousse too stupid to make anyone worry. He no get idea that Shampoo no like him, but he keep bothering anyway."

"And 'shampoo' is?"

"I is Shampoo. Is name," the lavander haired Amazon replied as she jerked a thumb at herself.

"Ah... Well, sorry about that..."

"Already say no need be sorry about idiot."

"Not that. He deserved it for attacking me," the emerald eyed girl replied, "I meant your name."

"That. Yes, well, no expect outside girl know names."

"Yeah, but I don't want to offend anyone."

"Is good idea. Wish more know it."

"True..."

"But is different for you group," Shampoo told her. "Even males understand it."

"Yeah, but Master's always been understanding..."

"He's real nice since I've come to be with him... Though it's weird..." Minako muttered.

"What is?"

"You'd think with two full use slaves who were pretty young girls, he'd take advantage of the situation..."

Makoto took in the other slave's meaning and blushed hard. "He's just always been that way. Even if we're his slaves, he'll treat us as nicely as he can, and make sure that he does right by us."

"Doesn't mean that he can't do the rest. Maybe we'll have to take the lead..."

"Oh my..."

Though Makoto was looking rather dazed, the Amazons tended to nod to themselves. If one had a male who was strong and respectful, that was one to definitely grab up while the grabbing was good, especially when he was this good looking. He would certainly be someone to keep an eye on, and many of the Chinese girls planned on doing just that,

Chained World - Dr.: Plan Of Attack [Episode 137666]
by Kestral

The Chinese Amazons could empathize. These girls accepted their Master, but it was obvious to them that the male saw them as friends and pupils NOT as someone to nooki-nookie with. It seemed unnatural on one level - a guy in charge of girls, but then much of the Outside World seemed unnatural.

Doctor Mizuno was included in the conversation eventually, and much blushing occurred. Mainly among the younger set.

Ranma, it seemed, was incredibly clueless regarding such things as a hint or come-on. Most of which had come from Minako, an occasional bit from Makoto, and once from the doctor herself.

Well, she might not be a full-use slave but she found herself liking the guy and wanting to show some gratefulness as well as scratching certain itches that had been starting up again.

The Healers were a fairly earthy bunch. Some of their suggestions went beyond raunchy and into downright smutty.

The Amazons understood the situation in slightly different terms than those actually involved. The elder male was quickly dismissed as someone with no clue and less authority. The young boy was the Master, but clearly did the intelligent thing and deferred to the females in his life while maintaining a guise of maintaining the legal authority over them.

A Chinese manga had a similar plot, other than it dealt with a Taiwanese "spybuster" and his three lovely and capable female agents-posing-as-slavegirls. Clearly this was the same situation, and as with that story - the male was clueless about the female interest and also reluctant to do anything that would interfere with the team's effectiveness.

So it was in the manner of teenage girls everywhere, upon seeing other teenage girls with a guy problem - they immediately set those few of their number able to translate with a number of solutions to the problem.

Some, such as killing the boy and remaining in the village, didn't get much listen to. It didn't work that way in "Spybuster" and darn few saw any thing in real life.

In fact there were a few of the young Amazons who might confess (however much it might disgust or horrify their elders) who thought a masterful young male, particularly a handsome one, might actually be (gasp) an attractive possibility.

Seeing everything going on, and how the two male Saotome were getting increasingly uncomfortable, one of the old matriarchs named Cologne decided a distraction was a good idea.

"Special manuever?" asked Ranma in great curiosity.

"Why yes, since the Healers want to exchange special techniques with your Healer, it only seemed fair," said the elderly Amazon, hopping along on her stick. "There is a proviso though."

"A what?" asked Ranma.

"A condition," clarified Cologne.

"Oh," said Ranma, hanging his head. "Okay, what is it?"

Cologne grinned and it was a sufficiently evil grin that it needed no translation. "I'll teach you an Amazon special manuever if:"

Chained World - Dr.: Fight Against Family [Episode 141001]
by Kender

Cologne grinned and it was a sufficiently evil grin that it needed no translation. "I'll teach you an Amazon special maneuver if you defeat my great granddaughter there in single combat."

"Ya want me ta beat your great granddaughter?" Ranma asked.

"No, I want you to try. If I thought that you could do it without question, then there would be little point in having this as a challenge. And don't bother thinking that I would need other excuses, as I wouldn't have to resort to having you challenge her."

"Oh."

"Of course, you should know that there are... consequences for winning against her," the Amazon Elder told him.

"There are?"

"I just said that, didn't I? But don't worry about them. The ones that would concern you wouldn't come up unless you happen to defeat her."

"Happen ta?! Are ya so sure that I'll lose."

"Ah, but then I wouldn't bother offering you the challenge. Let's just say that I hope that you're as good as I think that you might be."

"I'm the best 'round, and I'll show ya how I can defeat her."

"That's what I thought you'd say," Cologne murmured, trying not to chuckle at the sight of clear male ego. The boy might have plenty of talent in the Art, and was kind to the females that he owned to the point of being friends with them, but he was going to have some flaws. And his was pride and a dose of cluelessness. He could learn over time to grow up some, but right now, she knew that she could maneuver him to a point.

Besides, this would hurt neither of them. Should the boy lose, then both Shampoo and he would gain in experience, and he might get a shot to his pride. But if he were to win, he would prove to be able to become her student, and would give her a chance to use those 'consequences' on her great granddaughter. The girl really needed a change of pace, or she'd be getting stuck in a rut, and that was not a good thing.

"So, which one's your great granddaughter?" he asked.

"Her name is Shampoo, and she's the one who took the arm of your tall slave when she beat that chain wielding fool."

The image of a cute and busty girl with purple hair came after a bit of thinking, and the pigtailed boy nodded. "I'm pretty sure that I know who ya are talkin' 'bout."

"Good. Now, I hope that you'll be ready for your challenge fight."

"I'm always ready."

"I hoped that you'd say that," the Matriarch replied,

Chained World - Dr.: Changes (Stay The Same) [Episode 143968]
by Kestral

The Amazon Village was the same. Same location in a valley not that far from Jusenkyo. Same elders with the same basic approach. Same villagers (well, mostly) going through their daily lives. Same basic genetic makeup, same laws of physics, same rules of magic.

The Amazon Village was different. Rules regarding outsiders had gotten a little more complicated due to interaction with the outside. While fools might have tried to take Amazons as slaves, the opposite was also true - and the legal framework of contracts and durations recognized outside the village had penetrated to some extent. The Village might still hold martial arts in high esteem and as a way of life, but it was not the only way of life and there were other focuses for those within the society.

Shampoo was more than a little surprised at the contracts worked up, both the one for if she won and the one if she lost. "(Great Grandmother, are you sure about this?)"

"(This makes it a formal wager legal in the Outside World, Shampoo. If the boy loses - he becomes a full conditional all-use slave of your own. His slaves become free women of the village within that timeframe. I've already mentioned it to his father, and made it perfectly clear he'd be worked hard and long in the fields and clearing rocks.)"

"(And he agreed to this?)" Shampoo asked. Sure, the boy hadn't exactly struck her as the brightest candle in the temple - but he'd also seemed at least marginally responsible.

"(His father did, over lunch.)" Cologne shrugged. "(I had expected negotiations over the salient points. We would have haggled over the various lines and met a compromise. Instead he signed it off and asked for a second helping.)"

"(Idiot,)" summed up Shampoo.

"(Well, yes,)" agreed Cologne. "(Sometimes an Outsider will surprise you with their insight or brilliant mind, and this is a case of the opposite also holding true.)"

"(I'd look over this contract,)" said Shampoo, "(but there's no way I can lose against someone who uses his slaves to fight for him.)"

Cologne sighed at this evidence of idiocy not being confined to outside the village. "(I'll sum up then. The duration is one full year. I made the terms close to matching, again because I expected negotiations to take place. He can't sexually take you, of course, unless you're willing. If you are willing, then you might have to do the caveman routine. From the sounds of things he's been frustrating his slaves in not responding to their advances.)"

"('Caveman'? Oh, you mean bonk him over the head and drag him off by his pigtail. Not a problem. There's absolutely no way I can lose.)" Shampoo waved off the concern. "(I will uphold the honor of the village and free his slaves.)"

Cologne let out another deep sigh. It appeared the boy wasn't the only one with pride and overconfidence issues.

Most of the village had turned out.

Ranma was unclear as to why Minako, Makoto, and Doctor Mizuno were upset with him. Still, this was a fight so he cleared such concerns from his mind.

Shampoo waved and played the crowd. She was going to win this no problem!

The two got onto their ends of the Challenge Log

Chained World - Dr.: For The Fight [Episode 147981]
by Kender

"I still don't know why Master's doing this?" Minako muttered sulkily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Doctor Mizuno nodded as much as that the rigid stance that she'd held since she'd heard of this. "He's our Master, so it's his choice."

"I know, but..."

"It's not something that we want having him do," Makoto grumbled. "I'd just like to know what he was thinking."

"The boy is thinking of what techniques he could learn," Genma commented in between bites of a chicken leg.

"And didn't he think of the rest?"

"What 'rest'?"

"The deal they made him!" Kumori snapped.

"Oh, that. Oh well, it's not like I thought that the boy will lose."

"Pardon me?"

"You know how it was. They put out a meal for me, and I was so busy eating, I didn't really care about those little details."

"'Little details'?"

"There was just so much food, like they were expecting us to stay there for a long while, and we had a chance to advance his abilities in the Art..."

The tall girl covered her face with a hand and groaned. "His father is at it again. Why am I not surprised?"

"So... It's not Master's fault?" Minako asked.

"He probably doesn't know."

Relaxing a bit, the doctor found that her faith in her owner was restored, though she did realize that he was going to need better advisement in the future. For the moment though, there was a fight to watch.

From her position on the Challenge Log, Shampoo stared down her opponent, and tried not to scoff. She'd yet to meet an outsider male who wasn't either too full of himself for a good fight, or was too weak to provide much of a contest. This one looked rather capable, by what she could see in his eyes and his stance, but she knew that looks could be deceiving. After all, one could take a look at that idiot Mousse and not realize that he was either a fighter, or a obsessive moron, depending on when one saw him.

Yet, all those conscious considerations left her once the signal to start was given. She moved to get at him with her bonbori, trying to strike the boy before he could move against her. However, he proved to be a bit quicker than she thought, and managed to actually slide his foot along the side the log to give himself more of a chance to dodge. That impressed her, and she found herself actually hoping that he would prove to be the sort of man that she did want to face off with.

Her hopes were confirmed when he started his counterattack, as his punches actually made her have to sidestep them, where she could. Some she had to block, and could tell by them that they were not the strongest that he could manage. Not that he was holding back, as he seemed to have another intention. But whatever it was, she wasn't going to let him follow it through, and swung her weapons at him, making him jump.

But her plan to hit him when he came down didn't work when he flipped over her, landing with her back facing him. She twirled in place, and started to use her bonbori for balance as she sent several kicks at him. Only one of them hit, and he grunted under the force of it, but didn't fall. Instead, he tensed up and took the impact into his body, which would leave him standing with a bruise on his side for a while.

Then they really started fighting in earnest, as they traded strikes, with their bodies moving in a swirl of launched attacks, blocked blows, and constant motion. Both of them were clearly superior martial artists, and they were truly focused at that moment.

Some expected it when he started to pull back, as their expectations would have been met. He was moving towards the end of the log behind him, and if he went too far, he'd drop off the end. The fact didn't seem to trouble him though, as he let her advance on him. Every motion as he ducked, weaved, and struck pushed him closer to that loss. It would be slow going, but he would eventually get there.

She didn't want to subject him to that sort of situation, as that would be too long and drawn out for someone who had made her question her previous assumption that he was just another guy who let his slaves fight for him. This was the sort of man that she'd wanted to meet, and she didn't desire to have the other girls mock him for a drawn out loss. So, the only thing that she could do, in her tired and sweaty condition was to overwhelm him. Her bonbori came down between them, and he leapt back to where he barely had enough room to fall on the log, as the wood splintered a bit under her hit. Rather than worry about that, she charged forwards so that she could hit him with a double blow that would knock him silly, making him fall to the ground below.

Doing so seemed to be just what he was waiting for though, as he brought his forearms up between hers so that he could hit her wrists, knocking her hands wide. Once her hit was deflected, he grabbed at the shoulders of her blouse. That made her blink, as she didn't understand what he was thinking. But his reason for the move became crystal clear when he dropped backwards to the log, and flipped her over him. He hit the wood hard, but she went flying into the air, and once she saw that she had passed the end of the Challenge Log, she knew what had happened.

And the funny thing was that she didn't feel as bad as she thought she would.

It was definitely his victory, and everyone there knew it,

Chained World - Dr.: Explaining Things [Episode 148013]
by Osprey

As Ranma looked over the crowd, he noticed Elder Cologne stare at him with one raised eyebrow. Ranma, being Ranma, did not think that this was peculiar. He was more surprised that he could make an eyebrow out of somebody who could pass for an Egyptian mummy. After wondering for several moments how he was disable to distinguish this feature from a distance of several hundred meters, he looked to the opponent he had just defeated.

He couldn't read her beyond the fact that she was contemplating something, and deep enough in thought that she would not notice if a mack truck ran over her. She seemed surprised that she had lost, and she looked neither happy nor displeased at the result of the match. Ranma wondered what exactly that the old woman would have her granddaughter do for him.

Somehow dropping the line of thought, Ranma shrugged and looked over the various Amazons. They seemed to be in shock that one of their best had been defeated by an outsider, but Ranma expected that, especially after traveling to numerous dojos and besting numerous masters and top-tier students. It was one of the few things that did not seem out of place for him.

He looked over to his slaves. They seemed to be happy that he had won the match, but he heard Mizuno muttering something about getting even with his father. When he held Minako s eyes for a second, she batted his eyelashes at him. Girls are weird he thought. While wondering why a girl was batting her eyelashes at him, he realized that he had been standing on a log for the past three and a half minutes. So he got off the log and walked to his girls. He needed to talk to the Elder about learning some techniques, but for now he just wanted to relax, and decided to stick with talking to people he knew well.

Master, might I have a word with you in private? Doctor Mizuno asked. Ranma nodded, and then walked up a little ways.

What s up doc? Ranma questioned.

It s your father she started.

Pops? What s he done this time? Ranma asked, with a slight irritation showing through his voice.

Well, this time nothing but it could have turned out badly if you had lost the doctor replied.

What d ya mean? he questioned, genuinely curious.

So Doctor Mizuno explained to him what Genma had done, and how much it would have cost him had he lost. Doctor Mizuno had to repeat it several times in words not normally used in her vocabulary, but eventually she got the point across. After Ranma finally comprehended the exact implications of what, and more importantly who we would have to do, he growled two sentences.

I should a known he d pull somethin like this he state softly. Pops! I m gonna beat some sense inta ya.

Chained World - Dr.: None So Blind [Episode 148063]
by Kestral

"Did you hear?"

"What a pity."

Mousse snorted. More petty gossiping. Nothing that interested him of course. He was just out enjoying the afternoon air, with a nice cup of jasmine tea. Those two were spoiling the whole atmosphere. He was trying to calm down and sort things out, as turning into a zombie girl with cold water was terribly unsettling.

"He's a real hunk too."

Behind thick glasses, Mousse rolled his eyes. How pathetic. Just because they couldn't get satellite or cable TV here, everyone had to be such wagtongues. He was going to be a man of the world, just so he could claim Shampoo once and for all. Some high tech explosive duck eggs for example. The gunpowder ones raised a stink and lacked a certain punch.

"So now he's won Shampoo. Lucky girl."

Mousse set his cup down.

"She'll be away from the village for a whole year as this guy's personal slave."

Mousse shook slightly.

"I saw the look she gave him earlier. I have a feeling he's going to get tried out as Amazon husband material before the first month is out."

Mousse twitched.

"Yup. Ah, if only I were one hundred and ten years younger. What did they say that boy's name was again?"

"Lawn Mat? No, that wasn't it. Luan? Wan? You know my hearing isn't what it used to be."

"Well, I expect by the end of the year there'll be wedding invitations and we can just read the boy's name then. Was he the one with the bandana?"

"Yes, yes, I think so."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!" declared Mousse, rushing off to find some strange boy with a bandana for stealing his bride!

"What was that?"

"Oh, that was just that boy Mousse. You know the one that goes declaring his love to pigs and cows and the occasional squirrel?"

"Oh THAT boy. You know. I think the boy with the bandana was someone different. I think Lawn Mat was the one with the pigtail."

Ryoga tried not to glare. Tried not to look hostile. Tried not to breathe. Most of all he tried not to look at the girls who were checking out his muscles.

"(THERE YOU ARE!)" declared a male voice as someone leapt in, grabbing a girl and grappling her. "(SHAMPOO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!)"

"What did he say about Shampoo?" asked Ryoga.

Mousse focussed in on the blur. Was that a bandana? It was! "(DIE CRETIN!)"

Ryoga whipped out his umbrella to block. "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!"

"Japanese, huh?" asked Mousse, orienting on the boy. "You again?! First you turn me into some zombie-girl, now this! For stealing my Shampoo, you will die!"

"I didn't touch your damn shampoo!" declared Ryoga, blocking another stream of throwing knives. "I've got my own!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" said a thoroughly enraged Mousse, producing twin swords. "How can you say you've got Shampoo!"

"I use shampoo every night," protested Ryoga. "If it wasn't mine, I wouldn't take it."

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" declared Mousse, his attacks going completely wild now.

The previously grappled girl recovered from her shock, grabbed a burning torch from a holder, and proceeded to demonstrate the fine art of repeated clubbing with a burning object to the grappler.

Mousse crashed to the ground, smouldering slightly.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" declared Ryoga, leaving as quickly as he could find his feet (two minutes) and run.

Meanwhile, Genma is discovering that someone just shot him. With a tranquilizer dart.

Chained World - Dr.: Taking Actions [Episode 150429]
by Kender

As he stood amongst the many girls all excited over the fight, Genma puffed his chest out, and soaked in the joy from the people around him. Everyone around him had to recognize that his son was a skilled warrior, even if he had only fought a single girl. That meant that his son had just demonstrated how well trained he was, which they had to know was all due to the training that he had given the boy. After all, with all the techniques that he'd made the boy learn, there was no way that the boy could lose.

And then he felt a foot connect with his leg, hard. "OW! Why did you do that?"

"Because you nearly made Master lose us!" Minako snapped.

"Oh, as if the boy would actually lose. I trained him too well for that."

"Well enough that you didn't check the terms of the fight?"

"What are you complaining about? He won, didn't he?"

"No thanks to you," Doctor Mizuno murmured as she came up to the fat man.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you went and put us up for a bet, and if that wasn't bad enough, you didn't even let our Master know that you'd done it!"

"Why should I clutter up his mind with unnecessary worries? Besides, we'll only get what's coming to us because I know how to arrange things."

To which, Makoto had only one answer, as she hefted the man up into the air, and flipped him over her shoulder to make him crash down on his back.

"GAH! What are you doing?!"

"Making sure that you get what's coming to you, as you 'arranged'," the tall girl replied, as she and the other two slaves loomed over him.

The Saotome Patriarch wondered why he was suddenly cringing in fear.

"Ah, such fools they be," Cologne commented softly.

One of the Amazons next to her frowned. "That group?"

"No, just men. Some can be very intelligent, like there are stupid women, but that one proves that men are not automatically mentally superior, as some of those males from outside the village like to think."

"If that's so, then won't his son wish to protect him?"

"Hardly. When I left the boy, he'd gone to look for his father to do much the same as his slaves are."

"Ah," the younger Amazon replied. "Then the situation is well in hand?"

"For the most part, though..."

"What?"

"You girls might want to help them out."

The younger Amazons looked at each other and grinned before heading off to show their support for the slaves.

"Children these days. Heh."

Ranma watched as his father was tied up and dragged off by Amazons, and grumbled to himself. He wasn't displeased at all with how they were treating him, especially with their informing his father that he was apparently to be used as a training dummy, but he'd wanted to get a good beating in. Now, he would have to wait, since he didn't feel like helping out his old man in any way right then. "Man... What can I do now..."

"You want eat?" a cheery female voice chirped off to his side.

"Huh?"

"You look like get big hunger from fight," replied an Amazon girl amongst a group of them.

"Well, I did have a workout..." he began, and then actually winced as his stomach growled. "So, yeah. That means I'm hungry."

"Then come with us. We cook you too too nice meal."

"Really?"

"You want eat?"

"Sure!"

Another Amazon smiled at him. "Hope you like it."

"I know that I will."

"Oh?"

"Why wouldn't I? Ya guys made it yourselves, right?"

His words made the girls blush as they took in his words. They'd wanted to be treating the boy who'd proven to be better than what they'd heard about Outsiders. And now, he'd proven to be a nice and kind young man who'd proven to be quick and easy to like. So, they brought him to the center of their group, and guided him off to where the food waited.

Now that she had some idea of what the boy was really like, Shampoo didn't think that being owned by him for a year wouldn't be bad at all. There had been no doubting that he was attractive, but he was also a strong fighter who'd proven to be tactically skilled, and would act with some honor. He'd fought her, and unlike some other boys that she could mention, he hadn't taken advantage of their close contact to sneak in a grope or anything similar, even if he had seen her as someone who was good looking.

In fact, with her new revelations, she saw that she could enjoy having him as her Master. Sure, it might be awkward to put control of her life in the hands of a male to the point of having to do menial things for him, but she was honestly wondering about what it would be like to be 'full use' for him. The idea of having him surprise her with times where he'd ravish her with that strong body of his did have its allure. And she did have to wonder if it worked out well enough, would she want to stay as his slave.

However, out of all of that, she had one rather sizable problem with her desire to see if she could get him to want to take her to his bedroll for activities that would delay sleep.

"You mean, he no show interest?" the Amazon asked as she looked at the females who were now her sister slaves.

"I wouldn't say that," Makoto replied, pressing her lips together. "I know that he likes girls, but..."

"He no see that he can sleep with you?"

"Pretty much. I've been with him for a long while, and... I'm full use, but he hasn't tried anything."

Minako crossed her arms over her chest and looked disgruntled. "It really sucks breezes! Here he has the chance to have a beautiful young girl who can't say no, and he doesn't even try to do anything!"

"To be honest, I don't think that he wants to try anything that we don't want."

"Well, this girl wants something, and it isn't freedom."

Shampoo's brows raised. "He that good?" "He's the best Master that we could hope for, if it wasn't for this part."

"He no know how boys bed girls?"

"I don't think that it goes that far," Doctor Mizuno put in, holding a hand palm up towards the teenagers.

"Then what problem?"

"Consider, if you will, what he has as a father. Living on the road as he has, Master likely hasn't had the chance to stop and discover romance or plain sex. Add in the fact that he's got a father who only thinks to do things when they're convenient..."

"He doesn't have the experience to know what to do with girls who are interested in him," the emerald eyed girl finished.

"And I don't even think that he has the ability to really figure out that a girl has feelings for him, or what those feelings are."

"Then, he would try to figure it out, only to come up with wrong answers, and misunderstand what he could do."

"Or he'd just freak out."

"So, we only have one thing to do," the purple haired beauty told them. "Because no think Master can be one to act first."

"What would that be?" the blonde put forth.

"We need act first. He need be getting over shyness, yes?"

"Of course!"

"Then we need show him that he no need be shy. This way, he able to see that he have willing girls that want him to make them feel too too good."

"Do you mean that we'll have to jump him ourselves?"

"That might scare him, and we might prefer if he'd be the one to want to take us," the doctor commented, blushing as the two Japanese teens gave her thoughtful looks. "Though, it might be nicer to simply let him know that we want to have... relations with him, and want him to want the same. If he knows that he can come to us, and we'll accept him, then maybe he won't mind."

"We going have to work for it. Make Master know that slaves want sex with him, and make him come to slaves for same," Shampoo commented.

"That would be a good aim."

"I'm high for that," Minako chirped.

Makoto nodded, and fidgeted some. "It'll be good to have him know how much we care for him."

"Shampoo agree. Being able to knock boots with Master be good thing," the shapely Amazon told them with a smirk,

Chained World - Dr.: Ryoga vs. Mousse [Episode 150452]
by Osprey

Ryoga had enough. He was being chased through the middle of a Chinese mountain range over something as trivial as a hair care product. Since he did not want to hurt the insane guy behind him, he decided to keep running. It was not like the poor guy even knew what year it was anyways.

COME BACK HERE WITH MY SHAMPOO! Mousse shouted.

What a psycho Ryoga thought.

Realizing that rational arguments or explanations would not be useful any time in the immediate future, he decided that he needed to subdue this man, quickly. Pulling a one eighty, he bled his momentum into a forward roll, and turned around quickly to face his opponent. He surveyed the man, and it looked like he knew what he was doing. Then something Ryoga didn t expect happened.

The Hidden Weapons Master started tossing out everything at him, from ninja stars, swords, even barnyard animals. Then Mousse threw some maces, a couple of clubs, and a koala. Ryoga decided he really did not want to know what sort of mindset it took to throw a koala at someone, but stranger things had happened. He wasn t sure where, but he was sure it happened. Then the thought caught up with him.

WAIT! Ryoga shouted. He really wanted to know about that koala after all. He hadn t seen one yet, and he had been to most places of the world. Though he hadn t planned on going to Australia anytime soon, it was a distinct possibility.

While Ryoga was contemplating this Mousse had a temporary case of shock. The shout was so unexpected, so out of place that Mousse actually hesitated for a second. The second however was not enough to stop his state of mind however, and then quickly proceeded on the attack.

For defiling my Shampoo, you shall die! Prepare for THE FIST OF THE WHITE SWAN!

This brought Ryoga out of his mental debate, and he looked at what was being thrown at him, then immediately fell to his back, and started rolling on the floor. There are only so many things a mind can take, and having a koala and a training potty thrown as projectile weapons is near Webster s definition for ridiculous.

BWHAHAHAHAHA Ryoga laughed.

Ryoga stopped laughing. Almost instantly, he got up, and started to charge at Mousse. Mousse responded by retreating and giving a little ground so he could keep him at bay with various projectiles. Ryoga decided to take a gambit and took a blow from a chain, but came right in front of Mousse. Mousse realized he had the chain rapped around his wrist and was striking out with an open palmed strike. Ryoga dodged the strike, grabbed Mousses s wrist, pulled him into a headlock and flipped him over his back on to the ground. The move would have worked perfectly but he was still wrapped up in the chains.

Consequently, he was dragged down to the ground with Mousse as well. The way the pair fell made it easy for Ryoga to pin Mousse, and Ryoga almost immediately trapped Mousse's forearm inside his armpit, and began pounding on Mousse. Mousse, however was more flexible than he thought and used his legs to push himself off Ryoga. Mousse then used the chain to drag Ryoga on to the ground, and tried to lock his elbow by immobilizing Ryoga s head and locking his elbow joint between his legs. Mousse did not have the head secure however, and Ryoga was able to roll out of the arm lock.

Mouse, realizing his chance to end this fight quickly was gone, decided to use the fact that Ryoga was still between his legs to his advantage. He placed feet on the interior of Ryoga s quadriceps, and rolled him over to the side. He attempted to climb up Ryoga, and then beat the crap out of him, but Mousse underestimated Ryoga s flexibility again. He found himself flipped onto his side, using the same move Mousse did to flip Ryoga.

Ryoga utilized Mousse s surprise to seize his opponents arm. Once he had that he quickly distributed his weight on top of Mousse s upper body, and made sure he was some what stable. Once he was sure that he would not get flipped, he took Mousse s wrist, and using his other hand, grabbed his own wrist by going under Mousse s elbow, and twisted upwards.

Can we talk about this, or do I have to disable your other shoulder? Ryoga growled. Mousse just passed out after he realized that his shoulder hurt a lot.

Ryoga was in fact thinking of disabling his other arm on the sheer principle of it.

This guy is a serious nut job. Throwing around endangered species? Fighting over shampoo? What will this lunatic come up with next, that he would be tricked by cologne? Or maybe be tripped up by lotion? I m tempted just to break his arm on principal. I would, but its not like this guy is anywhere near sane, he needs to go to a mental hospital.

With that thought, Ryoga decided to carry this guy to the nearest mental hospital, which given his sense of direction, would probably be awhile. Ryoga sighed.

Sometimes it just doesn t pay to do the right thing," He said aloud. Across the multiverse, numerous people started to sneeze.

Chained World - Dr.: A Little Night Music [Episode 175008]
by Kestral

Ranma felt nervous, and he knew WHY despite appearances. He was being cornered. Not physically, but in other manners. Corralled if one wanted to use the horse motif.

Avenues of escape were being denied him. While he'd wanted to go over that guy Razor's weapons, there was a Closed sign there.

Same with a lot of other places he was looking at escaping to. Closed signs, or simply locked up, or freshly painted, or a number of other things.

He knew that there was a problem with conspiracies, and that was keeping them secret. This conspiracy had whispers and giggling involved. His father was no help. Apparently there had been sufficient ill feelings about his recent wager that he was rather tied up at the moment.

He knew something was up

Chained World - Dr.: Intimate Examination [Episode 185251]
by Kender

By what he could tell, the quiet of the street wasn't at all scary, unlike what some movies might have said. Instead of some sort of stillness that reversed the life that should have been in a place like this, it was more along the lines of a place where things quieted down after a certain hour. But even though those places would wind up seeming like some sort of relaxation after the exertions of the day, he could easily tell that it wasn't quite as empty as it might have seemed.

The problem was that he didn't have a clue as to what was going on, and he had been left wondering until he came across one particular house.

"Well, I was wondering where you were, Master," commented a familiar voice.

Turning to face the speaker, he blinked slightly. "Doc? What're ya doin' here?"

"This place belongs to one of the more experienced Healers here, and I've been going over her information about what they do to help the sick."

"Oh... So you're lookin' in for doctorin' stuff..."

"Pretty much."

"I gotcha," he murmured, nodding in agreement with the idea. But then he noticed something in particular about her. "What's that?"

"What's 'what'?"

"Whatcha wearin'?"

"This? The villagers sort of let me dress in the local style..." she murmured, posing a bit as a light blush rose onto her cheeks.

"Did they?"

"You don't like it?"

He took a look at how the blue dress with gold embroidery emphasized her slim figure, and allowed one shapely leg to slip out from a slit in the skirt. "No, no! It's fine! Good! Great even!"

"I'm glad..."

"Ya are?"

"Of course I am, Master."

"Dunno why ya'd think that's important," the pigtailed boy muttered, rubbing his hand through his hair. "It ain't like I'm an expert on girl's clothin', Doc."

"'Kumori'."

"Eh?"

"It's my name, Master. 'Kumori'," she instructed him softly.

"But..."

"You can use it, you know."

"Ah, sure..."

"Still, I would like to do other things than just stand here..." Kumori told him and glanced towards the door behind her.

"Really?"

"Most definitely."

"Well, then, I'll let ya do it..."

Grabbing him gently by one arm, she guided him towards the house. "You will? I'm happy about that."

"Ya are..."

"Absolutely."

"And ya wanna do... what, 'xactly?"

"Me?" she asked, and looked his body up and down. "I want to... examine you."

"Eh?"

"You have to have injuries. You did fight earlier."

"Ya don't haveta worry 'bout that," he told her, sensing that something odd was about to occur. "I mean, Pop and I've always made do with just a bit of bandages and asprin..."

"Sounds like him. But I can't allow that to continue."

"No?"

"By no means. As a doctor, that goes against my training, oath, and calling. As your slave, your well being is of great concern to me. And as a woman, I can't just let you carry on with pain."

"I can handle it..."

"You shouldn't have to. Now, are you going to remove your shirt?" she asked as she nudged him to plop down to a sitting position on the examination bed.

"Hold on a sec..."

"I could do it for you..."

With a hard swallow, he looked up at her and gave a weak request with his eyes. "I don't wanna do it..."

"Then I'll take care of it for you."

"Ya aren't gonna... YA!"

"See, this isn't so bad," Kumori murmured as she knelt down in front of him and began to undo the clasps of his shirt. Despite the waving of his arms, she managed to get it open, and slipped the garment off of his torso. "And what do we have here? A rather large bruise..."

"It's just from that hit from Shampoo earlier," he hissed, not entirely aching badly at her soft touch on his injury.

"You could use some care for that."

"I could?"

The doctor tongue darted out to run across her lips for a second, but she kept most of her composure. "And I can give it to you."

"Ya can..."

"It's what I'm trained for," she told him, her breath a bit ragged as she spoke.

"Don't ya put yourself out for me..."

"Who says that I think that I'm doing that?"

"But, don't ya think it's a bit much?"

"Trust me, Master," she sighed as she massaged one of his thighs. "I'm not bothered by doing this for you. At least, not in a bad way."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that..." she trailed off.

"Ehh... That's... Oh man..."

"You aren't unaffected..."

"It's not... I'm not... Ya ain't..." Ranma stammered, trying to find some sort of way to not cause her to hate him forever.

"No, I'm not troubled by this."

"Huh?"

Giving him a small smile, she leaned her forehead against his like she was trying to take his temperature, but the way that her breasts pillowed a bit against his bare chest took a bit of innocence away from that act. "You must realize that you can see your slaves as being attractive, and your slaves can see you as appealing."

"Ya can't mean... I mean..."

"'Full-use' does mean that you can sleep with the slave whenever you want. Especially when she wants you to."

"Oh," he grunted, knowing that what she had said meant something. However, there was something that seemed to be alluded to by her words. "Ya ain't 'full-use'."

"Which means that I'm the one that you can be sure would choose to be with you."

"But, that would mean that you'd have to..."

"I would, wouldn't I," Kumori gently agreed, leaning her face closer to his

Chained World - Dr.: Private Examinations (LEMON) [Episode 185384]
by Kender

He knew that it was a moment when he should be about to jump out of his skin, as he had no idea about what was 'right' in these sorts of situations. Normally, he would simply jump up and run out of the room, but his instincts immediately told him that doing so might hurt the doctor. So, he hesitated, with his heart thumping in his chest for reasons that weren't only from mere panic.

When her soft lips met his though, Ranma found that it was more than merely 'pleasant'.

Just why the touch of her mouth would feel so good escaped him, but he found that he couldn't dwell on such things. Rather, he was caught up in how a small tilt of her head, and a subtle repositioning of her mouth could change the strangely good sensations so much. This certainly wasn't the sloppy and manic mess that he'd heard of back in his school locker rooms. Instead, it was something that would almost be relaxing if it didn't bring up a certain desires that he wasn't exactly sure as to how he could express them.

Not that Kumori was all that unaffected herself. His initial reaction had been to grab her by the arms, but rather than restraining her now, they were merely holding her, almost as if they were happy to feel her slim limbs. Clearly, he wasn't the sort to merely muddle through the situation, as he was almost hesitant to react. That shyness was rather endearing, and she could feel herself respond to his gentle first attempts to figure out what was a proper response to her apparent offer.

What he was doing did do a nice job of pleasing the both of them, as the contact of their chests attested to. Her breasts might have been contained within the covering fabric of the dress, but the way that the stiffening nubs of her nipples were poking through the material, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The absence of that intimate garment actually proved to be something of a plus, as her cleavage started to rub and roll against his bare chest, pushing her cloth covered nipples against the hard muscles there.

It just felt so good that he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around her, and he almost jolted himself away from her when he realized what he'd done. Only the fact that she continued without interruption, and his hormones reminding him that he had a nicely curved and willing female in arms kept him from immediately bolting. His eyes did go wide as he realized that she was lowering him to the bed, and he pulled back enough to look her in the eye.

"But I... I don't know..." he whispered, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to keep himself calm."

The look that Kumori gave him was a reassuring one that actually helped as the slight tremble it had showed her own nervousness along side her desire. "Don't worry."

"But I've never..."

"I'll teach you," she told him simply, and guided one of his hands up one of her thighs, along her hip, and onto the gentle curve of her buttocks.

That surprised him, and he reflexively squeezed what he held, making her gasp. It took him a long moment of worry to see that she wasn't all that put out by the action, and even found that she was rubbing that cheek against the fingers that had grabbed it. Licking his lips, he wondered what that could mean, and ran the fingers of his other hand along her back and arm, seeing her eyes go hooded as he did so. Getting that reaction made him bold, and after he went up from her belly, he groped at her breast... which got a momentary scowl from her.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking chastened by the experience.

Something about his expression told her that he wouldn't try again, and that actually didn't sit well with her. Putting her hand over his, she brought it back to the firm mound, and led it to cup and stroke along the supple flesh there. When her fingers tightened a bit around his, it surprised him, but he found that it was nowhere as hard or as disliked as his previous attempt had been.

"Oh..."

"Yes," she agreed, sighing a bit with pleasure. "'Oh'."

Her comment emboldened him, and he began to realize that too much force wouldn't work in this encounter. What he needed was a more subtle set of movements, and he didn't have the time to stop and think about them. So, he improvised, and moved his hand to caress the side of her neck from collarbone to chin, and then cup her cheek.

"Like this?" he asked, leaning in to give her a small kiss.

"Mmmm hmmmm..." she hummed in confirmation, and teased at his mouth with her tongue. As she had thought, he was a quick learner, but she didn't have the time or inclination to bother with analyzing his techniques. Instead, she rubbed her palms over the broad expanse of his torso, admiring the tight musculature there less as a doctor would, and more in the way of a woman. The bruise was something that she had to be careful about, but even it managed to be a point of pleasure. Trailing her fingernails around the edge of it, she brought out a hiss from him, but one look at his face made it clear that this wasn't a bad thing.

So, she pulled back, noticing the confused dismay in his eyes. A raised brow told him that she wasn't moving any further away from him, and the look in her eyes was that of a woman with desire on her mind. Reaching to the fasteners of the dress, she undid them, letting the garment fall loose, and allowing him to have a chance to see what was beneath it. Trembling a bit, he gave her a look that asked her what he should do, and the expression that she gave in response told him all that he needed to know.

With hesitant hands, he reached up and pulled the cloth from her body, giving him a clear look at that soft form. Creamy skin was exposed, and he got his first real look at a woman's bosom. He couldn't look away for a long moment, and he swallowed hard as he realized that any stories from his peers were gone from his head right then.

"Go ahead," she softly murmured. "Touch them. Touch me."

Hearing that didn't do much for his certainty as to what would work well, but it did shore up his confidence enough for him to act. Taking her words as the permission they were, he felt along her hard tipped breasts, finding wonder in how they could be both so firm and soft at the same time. They seemed to mould to his hand, and the way that he stroked his hands over them made her let out a long breath of pleasure.

Not that he particularly stopped there. Her body seemed to enthrall him, and he pressed his lips together as he ran his fingers over the smooth surface of her skin. Doing so seemed to delight her, as she shivered at the sensations that brought out. Even the way that he grasped the cheeks of her buttocks and pulled slightly on them didn't seem to be all that bad, and actually stirred no little bit of heat deep in her belly.

Running her own fingertips over the stiffness stretching his pants brought out a hiss from him, and she stroked the outside of his thighs before tugging slightly at the garment. Pulling down his pants and boxers surprised him, and allowed his manhood to spring out to freedom. This was no 'hulking rod', but it was certainly large and solid enough to please her. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the bobbing organ, and wrapped her fingers around it as much to touch it as to bring out the moan that the hold took from him.

"Ahh... Doc..." he gasped, clearly out of sorts at the moment.

As her own thoughts were fairly absent at the moment, she answered as simply as she could. "Hm?"

"I... You're so... This feels..."

"Mmmm..."

"But... What 'bout ya?"

"Oh?"

The pigtailed boy's face showed concern mixed in with his desire. "What am I givin' ya..."

His apparent desire to do 'right' by her touched her in a way that didn't have to do with sex. That emotion made her shift her hips and expose her most intimate place to him, which he got a very clear view of as she spread the lips with two fingers of one hand. Seeing something that boys always wished to view seemed to enthrall him for a long moment, but it took her showing him for him to move his hand to where he could touch her as she was stroking him. To her delight, he didn't shove his fingers into her, or merely fiddled around, but touched, teased, and played in ways that were clearly inexperienced, but were making her insides warm from that point up. As he barely pinched the stiff little nub there, she knew that it was time to move to the next step.

Having her shift her position confused him for a moment, but as her long legs rubbed against his, something he didn't quite understand had him feeling... anticipation. He didn't know why that was, but it didn't seem to be at all 'bad'. Instead, he could sense that something rather good was about to come about, and he wasn't disappointed.

Lightly raising his manhood, she lowered herself onto it, sliding him into her most intimate place. The sensation of doing so made her weak in the knees and she groaned with the wonderful feelings it brought up. She was caught in the way that he filled her as much as he couldn't escape how her warmth was so perfectly tight around him, but she didn't merely wait there. She began to pump herself up and down the length of his shaft, resting the weight of her body upon his as she focused her attention on that one point.

Her actions weren't something that he minded though, as he found it actually quite welcome to have her body in such close contact with his. It made her feel so much more real at a time that he couldn't be sure that he could feel as good as he was. All that he knew was that he wanted more of what he was getting, and that he was going to get it. That didn't mean that he couldn't do his part in bringing them both pleasure, as he began to bring himself up to meet her on her downward strokes. Doing so wasn't something that he stopped to think about, but it proved to be quite welcome as her small cry of desire matched his grunt in accepting this move.

This had long moved beyond a mere 'lesson', and the kisses that they traded as they pumped against each other were not simple pecks. They were open mouth contacts that allowed sighs and moans to be expressed into each other, and were as needed as the contact of their intimate parts was. Previous rumors and experience were gone in the intensity of the 'here and now', and they didn't mind it one bit.

The cry of her name that he gave as he came deep within her was possessive, needy and totally oblivious to anything but her.

She might have been disappointed if he had proven to be nothing more than an inexperienced boy, but by the time that she felt his release, she was on the ragged edge of her own need, and she lost control of that desire. Stumbling emotionally for a few moments, she fell over the edge and found her own release, going weak as all of her being became focused on the overwhelming passion that crashed over her system.

Feeling her fall limp over him, he pulled her into his arms and held her there. "Ya okay?"

"As well as I could ever be, Master," Kumori admitted.

"Oh. Cool."

"Hm?"

"Well, I'd kinda hate to think that I'd been bad."

"Oh, you," she mock admonished, tickling him slightly. "As if you were alone in this."

"Hey, I know that..."

"I'm glad."

"Me too. I'm happy that ya got ta feel good in this," Ranma grunted, and yawned broadly before slipping into a light doze.

Smiling at the sign of his exhaustion, she snuggled into his embrace, and let her head rest against his shoulder as she let herself drift off,

Chained World - Dr.: Diagnosis [Episode 185397]
by Kestral

Someone had found them. Someone had pulled a blanket over them. Someone had been fairly understanding of the situation.

That someone was NOT Ami, who would have positively had a meltdown if she had known of it. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

That someone was NOT Genma, who still had some difficulties he was going to have to overcome. Nor was it Mousse (likewise) or Ryoga (currently wandering around a bathing facility and wondering why they kept moving the doors).

"So, Master is most definitely NOT gay," said Minako.

"Oh, I would say NOT," agreed Makoto.

"Did you see anything - interesting?" asked Minako, quite curious.

"Yes, you could say that," Makoto agreed, blushing quite a bit.

"Oh?" asked Shampoo and Minako.

Makoto just wanted to drop this particular subject and so remained silent.

"So, rock-paper-scissors?" asked Minako.

"Mah jongg?" asked Shampoo, knowing where they could find a set.

"Draw straws?" asked Makoto.

Doctor Mizuno was the first to awaken, and she noted the smile on HIS face before she realized she was smiling as well.

It wasn't until she exited the hut that she realized one of the Elders was sitting on the front stoop. "Elder Cologne?"

A faint smiled teased the Elder's face as she glanced sideways at the healer. "Lovely spring morning, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" said the doctor. "A bit brisk."

"We're in the mountains," pointed out Cologne. "It's to be expected. Gets chilly at night, of course."

"Yes," said Doctor Mizuno, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Which is why many windows are closed," said Cologne. "Though some sounds carry. Especially if some windows are left open."

"Ah? AH," said Kumori Mizuno, figuring it out. "So did you..."

"I believe it was Makoto who went in," said Cologne.

"GRONK!" said Ryoga, who'd gotten splashed with cold water which had activated his Jusenkyo curse. Which had had the effect of turning him into a small ankle- anki- a clubtailed armored dinosaur whose name he couldn't pronounce much less spell.

Mousse had turned into a zombie girl, looking vaguely like the Darkstalker Raptor after getting hit with a Midnight Bliss. Not that anyone in the Bayankala Mountains was familiar enough with the game to make the connection. Well, except Bei Lin, and she was pretty weird anyway.

Genma had gotten pummelled recently and was trying to stay away from his son's slaves because they seemed to have taken offense at something he'd done.

Chained World - Dr.: Things Taken Along [Episode 191020]
by Kender

It was faintly embarrassing to have a bit of a loopy smile on his face, but Ranma found that he couldn't help, or completely want to stop himself. He'd had his first encounter with making love after all, and he found that it was certainly something to enjoy. During the times when his father had sent him to school, he'd heard about plenty of stories from other boys. All sorts of tales about what sort of women would be available, from the cute girls at school, to the attractive young teachers, to the babes out in the world were all the stuff of guys' fantasies. They were certainly sure that 'it' would be a great thing for any guy to experience.

To tell the truth, he still didn't see exactly what had them so giddy all the time.

That wasn't to say that he hadn't liked his first experience in the realm of sex, as he had truly enjoyed making love with Kumori. But the thing was that the boys that he'd known had spoken more in round about terms, used plenty of winking and nudging, and hadn't exactly been all that clear on what they would do with a woman if they got one. Heck, he wasn't too sure that they knew that themselves. Though, he did know that they were clearly not sort on fantasies and ideas, even if they weren't all that educated on the matter.

Stopping in the middle of putting his spare shirts into his pack, he sighed, knowing full well what would happen if he admitted what had happened the previous night to any of his former classmates. Not that he wasn't about to treasure the experience. Really, he had an inkling that he wanted to try it again, but he wasn't all that certain that he could approach anyone all that easily, nevermind just the doctor, with something that... intimate and embarrassing.

So, he kept on packing, understanding that he was going to have a lot to think about.

"Are we going somewhere, Master?" came a familiar voice.

And apparently he was going to have to talk as well. "I kinda figured that stayin' here wasn't a permanent thing."

"Oh, I see," Minako replied as she saw him looking over his shoulder at her and her companion. "Well, I remember that we didn't come to move in..."

"Pretty much. Don't wanna make the people here haveta put us up forever."

Clasping her hands behind her back, Shampoo strolled over towards him and cocked her head to the side. "You have problem with being guests of village?"

"Nah. It's just that I never figured that we would have a reason ta stay here more than a while."

"Oh... Then, like Minako say, where we go?"

"'We'?"

"Remember terms of Challenge, Master. You defeat Shampoo. That make her your slave for entire year. You plan on taking property with you, yes?" the Amazon slavegirl reminded him, waving a finger at him.

"Uh... Yeah..."

"Shampoo is property. That mean she go with you. Unless, you no like Shampoo..."

Ranma took a moment to look her over... taking special note of the way that her sizable cleavage stretched the fabric of her dress. "A-heh... No. I ain't got any problem with havin' ya... around. Havin' ya around. It's just that..."

"Yes?"

"Umm. Ah. You're new, and I ain't used ta ownin' ya yet. That it?"

"Ohhh... Shampoo understand. But no worry. Shampoo sure that you get lots of use from her soon enough," the purple haired girl purred, giving a sly little smile.

The meaning behind it was something that Ranma missed.

"It's good to know that you're not planning on leaving Shampoo behind, Master," Minako put in. "Even if I don't know where we're going..."

"Actually, I was thinkin' that we'd go back ta Japan. After all, we are Japanese. Well, most of us," the pigtailed boy responded, shooting an apologetic glance toward the Amazon.

"No need to be sorry. Shampoo understand wish to go back home."

"Glad that ya do. The thing is that Pop only dragged us out here ta get trainin'. Near as I can figure it, he's always meant for us ta go back."

"You'd want to follow his plan?" his blonde slave asked.

Wincing, he ducked his head a bit. "Nah. 'Course not. The thing is that I do gotta agree with that idea. What's the idea of makin' a trip out here ta get some experience, if ya never take it back ta use it. Then it'd just be movin' ta the village, and that's different. Kinda."

"Just wanted to check."

"Yeah, but it ain't like I've got much of a plan beyond that. We'll just head back ta Japan, and go on from there. I'm sure that there's plenty of places ta train back there. 'Sides, who knows? Maybe we can find something, or someone, ta help with that."

"What you say does bring up one point," Shampoo murmured, pursing her lips a bit.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"You were going to learn special technique from Great-Grandmama. That what Shampoo thought bargain was."

For a long moment, Ranma looked like he'd say something, but... he didn't, and settled for hanging his head

Chained World - Dr.: Technique [Episode 191227]
by Kestral

Cologne sat on the top of a post, took a deep breath from her pipe, then let the vapors wisp out into the cool morning air.

The village was mainly farms because it had to be self-sufficient. Farming was the second oldest profession, hunter-gatherer being the oldest, and the one job normally referred to as the oldest actually rated somewhere further down the line if you were a Darwinist or a member of at least three religions she was familiar with.

The post was central to the village and was sufficiently high that it offered a vantage point that permitted her to see far beyond the village's walls. She could look out and see the farms from where she was. It looked as if old Giles was planting peas, which was a good thing to revitalize the soil. There was Xiao tending her vineyard. Over there was Sopu, who was shooing crows away from the cornfield.

Also from her position, she could hear the village smith Razor banging away at some piece of metal in his forge. Probably a hoe or scythe, since he enjoyed weaponscrafting but the demand was higher for farming equipment. There was Dowel over there, using a plow to carve the earth.

She could also see Ranma heading her way, a small group of girls following him. Probably coming to find out what technique she was going to start him on.

There were a number of possibilities. She was considering fairly typical techniques. The 'Breaking Point' didn't seem the boy's style. Maybe 'Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire' - if she could get his speed up. The 'Splitting Cat Hairs' might be useful. Maybe the shundo?

There were all sorts of farming-based techniques of course. She didn't think he'd be good at an earthbreaking technique like the 'Rage Of The Earth Dragon', but he might do well with a reaping technique like the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' or an avoidance technique like 'Dodge Like A Maniac' or something.

As Ranma approached,

Chained World - Dr.: Learning Speed [Episode 200539]
by Kender

For many years, Cologne had trained many students, and she knew that this boy would only be the latest in the line of them. Yet, there was something about him that spoke to her of hidden potential, and she was rather looking forward to teaching him. If he did as she thought that he would, and didn't run away from her training, he likely would prove to be as good as his fight with her great-granddaughter had indicated.

He wasn't a 'strength' fighter though, and she'd already recognized it. Powerful blows and hard defense weren't his style, and didn't blame him. She'd grown long past the times when she was willing to take a hit as a sacrifice for getting in close with an opponent. Instead, she liked to duck and weave herself, letting her enemy grown tired and annoyed, which wore them out, and kept her intact.

Tapping the ashes out from her pipe, she considered teaching him the 'Chestnuts Roasting on a Fire' technique, since it'd increase his speed and hand eye coordination. The feeling that he would do well with it was firm in her mind, and thought that he might like the results. But as she thought about it she realized that it wasn't exactly the sort of 'combat' technique that a boy like him would be looking for.

And then it hit her. If he was going to maximize his speed, then he really should do it as best he could. Training in shundo wouldn't be the simplest thing around, but then, if was easy, it wouldn't be worth it. However, once the boy mastered it, he would be able to move faster than most enemies could ever see him, allowing him to strike at will. It just seemed to fit his style, given how fast he already moved, and that wasn't talking about his achievements in the bedroom.

Ranma never seemed to take note of her thoughts, as she kept them carefully off of her face, when he called out to her. "Hey, granny."

"About time that you got here," Cologne told him, filling her pipe, lighting it, and taking a long drag. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up."

"Ya ain't surprised that we showed up?"

"Why would I be? If there was anything that I knew, it was that you were going to have to see me about that technique before you left the village," the Elder informed him and his group.

"Ah, yeah, well..."

"Buck up, boy. We have a lot of work to get to."

"'A lot of work'?"

"Absolutely. You have things to learn, and this isn't going to be some simple game that you learn in a couple of turns of playing. When this is done, you'll really have something to show off."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"There's no reason for me to lie. Besides, this will help my great-granddaughter."

"Oh."

A smile curved her aged lips. "I just hope that you haven't packed already. This may take some time."

After wincing, Ranma stared dully at the Matriarch, and wondered if this might be the sort of trouble that he should have expected,

Chained World - Dr.: Training Speed [Episode 200606]
by Kestral

"He's not going to have enough energy for much of anything," observed Minako, flopping down onto her seat.

"True," said Doctor Mizuno, glancing back in the direction of the training as another explosion sent a cloud of dust into the air.

"Is the path of a martial artist," said Shampoo. "Speed technique require much endurance."

Makoto just hit the ropes wrapped around the post she'd been practicing on a few more times.

"You has long legs," said Shampoo, directing the comment to Makoto. "Should emphasize kicks when practice."

"Maybe I can do that sort of thing," said Minako, getting up and dusting off her seat. "Just sitting around waiting for him's kinda boring."

Another explosion sent another cloud of dust into the air.

"So, what's this training supposed to do?" asked Doctor Mizuno.

"Increase his overall speed," said Makoto, "then he can learn 'shundo' and 'Imperial Chestnut Fist'."

"I don't understand either of those terms," confessed the doctor.

"Is speed techniques," said Shampoo. "Shundo technique is 'instant step' - you move in straight line very very fast. 'Imperial Chestnut Fist' allow you throw more one hundred punch per second."

"How can your tendons take that sort of punishment?" asked the doctor.

Shampoo shrugged, either not understanding the question or not understanding why it would be asked.

"So he's going to be faster?" asked Minako, picking up a pair of nunchaku.

Chained World - Dr.: Weapon Demonstration [Episode 206718]
by Kender

It had already been clear to Kumori that she could be useful on this trip, seeing as it was a long and hard journey. Seeing as there would be accidents, injuries, and illnesses, there would be a need for her doctor's skills. On top of that, there was a need for a responsible adult who could guide the teens along as they needed to be. With time, she'd learned that she could be a source of confidence, respect, and affection for those same individuals, especially her Master. And she'd certainly discovered that she could not only guide and ease his first steps into lovemaking, but want to continue being his partner as well.

At the same time, she was damned pleased that she could stand off to the side and not get involved with the teenagers as they tried to practice.

Well, Makoto was managing that quite well on her own, as she had already had training, and knew what she was doing. Their Master was being given lessons by that little old lady, but both of them were quite capable of handling themselves and there was actual learning going on there. And Shampoo had grown up in this village, so her own understanding of their training techniques was natural.

Minako was the one with the issue, and the nunchaku. She was obviously a girl who'd done some exercise, but that was likely for some sort of sport, and this was training for combat. Even in competitive martial arts, there had to be some respect paid to the weapons being used, as they could do serious damage if allowed to. In this case, she was trying to twirl and whip the weapon around like in some kung fu movie, and didn't even match that sort of show. Rather, she had trouble grabbing the moving side, and she kept on smacking herself with it as she tried to spin it about her body. Her wild gyrations made Makoto have to weave further away so as to keep safe, and even then the tall girl couldn't stop herself from giving the blonde a wary look.

That was enough to give the doctor an urge to speak up before something happened. "You really should watch yourself with that sort of thing. If you're not careful, you could really..."

With one of those inane yells that only came from an old style martial arts flick, Minako snapped her nunchaku down... and wound up clobbering Shampoo right in the top of her head.

"... hurt someone. Oh dear."

"Ah heh," an embarrassed looking Minako murmured, pressing the tips of her fingers to her mouth. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, no worry about that," Shampoo told her as she rubbed the growing knot buried under her mane of hair.

"Really?"

"Yes, because... SHAMPOO GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU SORRY!"

"Eep!"

"You come back here!"

Doctor Mizuno could only watch as the blonde raced off as fast as her long legs could carry her. Even with being in good shape, that didn't help the Japanese slavegirl, seeing as Shampoo was in close pursuit, waving a rather large mace over her head. Right around the training ground they went, down the street, past the healer's hut, and looked rather like they were going through the bath areas. A sigh passed by the woman's lips as she listened to yelps of dismay and barks of annoyance as the pair ducked and weaved around the locals, apparently not about to stop. Stalls, animals, and even pedestrians were weaved around so that they could keep on moving.

What made the sight of Minako being chased by their Master's newest slavegirl almost acceptable was that she could understand it. That wasn't due to any thought that this was to be expected, but that she could see that it was a possible event in any case. Had they all been adults, there had still been a chance that this would happen, since she'd seen individuals who'd reached their 'majority' do some really dumb things, many times with worse results.

Not that this was not embarrassing, and she began to hope that her own training in the local healing styles wouldn't be so... troubled,

Chained World - Dr.: Round they go [Episode 206740]
by Kestral

Ami had had the nightmare again.

Her mother, who had sold herself into slavery in order to protect Ami, was being ravaged by a faceless young martial artist with a toned body and a male appendage that was of improbable size.

As ALSO happened frequently, halfway through this nightmare the mother became the daughter.

This left a disheveled and sleepy Ami through much of the morning.

Which also concerned the very real worrying that Ami was doing about her mother. Since both slave and master were currently off-the-map as far as any computer connections were concerned.

Every horrible possibility that could occur to Ami HAD occurred to her, and the constant distraction was wearing her out.

She just hoped that they'd show up again soon.

"Aw, c'mon. What's this for?!" asked Ranma, poking with a fork at the odd mishmash of rice and herbs.

Cologne took a long drag from her pipe, then blew a bisected pair of smoke rings before she answered. "Tradition."

"Weighted clothing I can understand," said Ranma, fingering one of the sleeves of the outfit she'd insisted he wear. "The speed training from earlier I understand. It's this stuff here."

"Tradition," repeated Cologne. Smirking. Lots.

"What kinda tradition?" asked Ranma, taking a bite of the stuff and making a face.

"You need to let your energy reserves build up," said Cologne, explaining slowly as if to someone who was either not very bright or was half-asleep. "That can be accomplished by several different methods, one of which is currently available to you."

"WAK!" said Ranma, eyes wide as something rumbled deep inside him. "What was THAT?"

"It's just beginning to work," said Cologne, getting ready to leave the hut. "Finish as much as you can. Good luck on your endurance training."

Doctor Mizuno blinked, wondering what was going on.

"Why do I have to wear a maid outfit?" asked Makoto, not particularly complaining but not entirely clear on what was going on. Actually, she rather fancied it as it was a Chinese Amazon knock-off of a fairly traditional maid outfit. Functional, tough (if you didn't count the parts that were meant to give way when some Unspeakable Horror (like Happosai) had snagged one's outfit and one had to leave it behind), concealing modestly while remaining sexy, and allowing for all sorts of hidden weapons.

"Tradition," said Cologne before closing the door behind her. This was followed by the sounds of shutters being closed, bars being fitted into place, and some ratcheting sound that none of the three could immediately place.

When that was done, it was dead silent except for the sounds of breathing.

"This is most ominous," said Doctor Mizuno as she tried a bit of the herb-rice mix and made a face herself. "Bitter. I don't recognize the herbs."

"What?" said a distracted Ranma. "I dunno. Feel kinda warm and... odd."

Makoto shrugged, seated herself, and tried the 'energy meal' herself. "Oh. Bitter. There's an undertaste that reminds me of something though. Kind of sweet."

"This world is SO screwed up," said a black cat.

"So?" asked a white cat. "It's what we've got. Have to work within the culture and all that. We've arranged things as best we can, and a little nudge here and there should do it."

"You seem to have adapted to this world easily enough," accused the black cat.

"Look, you couldn't - even with the ginzuishou, just wave a magic wand and fix this society," reasonably pointed out the white cat. "Yes, I arranged for that oh-so-suggestible father to buy Jupiter. If you want to check the recordings, that was at stop 119060. I helped with the paperwork to get Kumori Mizuno in and regularly forward things from the Chains Of Mercy website to Mercury. Which will eventually get her in contact with Jupiter."

"I understand all that," growled the black cat.

"I also arranged for Venus to be on the ship that would be fighting against Ranma," said the white cat. "It went off just as I said it would, didn't it?"

"Yes," hissed the black cat.

"Now they're off at that Amazon Village," said the white cat. "Don't worry so much."

"You're right, after all, what could go wrong?" said Luna, managing quite a bit of sarcasm in her tone.

"Ah, speed and endurance training," said a villager, putting a hoe across her shoulder and watching.

"Brings back memories," said another villager.

The blonde went through a bunch of rickety cages, sending chickens flying in all directions.

"Yeah, the good old days, how glad I am that they are passed," said the first villager.

"Up the ladder," said the second villager as the blonde tried to escape the chicken counterattack by going towards the roofs.

"Down the other side," said the first villager as the chickens continued their pursuit.

"Chickens seem to have gotten better at that," said the second villager.

"How about that," said the first villager. "She landed IN the vegetable cart. Don't think I've seen that one before."

"Shampoo held back until the dust cleared," said the second villager. "Here she comes now."

"And there goes that blonde again," said the first villager as Shampoo briefly caught up while Minako was dazed. Followed by Minako recovering just as a large melon was slammed down on top of her head. Followed by Minako running away again. Followed, inevitably, by Minako running INTO several shelves of glassware on display because her head was still inside that melon.

Just as inevitably followed by Minako running with Shampoo, kung fu chickens, an irate glassblower, a martial arts chicken herder, and others all in pursuit.

"Why is this happening?!" bewailed Minako as she incidently spit out some watermelon seeds.

"I think she'll REALLY be upset when she's heard what she missed," said the first commentator to the second.

Chained World - Dr.: Searching Touch (LIME) [Episode 219042]
by Kender

For Ranma, eating was one of his favorite things, but at the moment, he wasn't sure that he wanted to keep on doing it. This stuff didn't taste quite right, and he felt a bit off as it was. All this was enough to put him off his feed, and he could tell that he wanted to do something else. But the problem was that he couldn't tell exactly what it was that he wanted to do, as it wasn't like he had a list of stuff to do.

So he settled for poking at the rice mixture with his chopsticks and frowned slightly. "I don't know what that old bat's problem is, but I'm not too sure that I wanna keep up with this."

"You don't like the training?" Doctor Mizuno asked with a wry smile.

"Nah, the trainin' is fine. Heck, it's better than what I haveta go through with my old man."

"I doubt that anything could be as stupid as him."

"Huh? What's that?"

"Nothing. Really."

"If you say so," he muttered, heaving a great sigh. "I still don't wanna be stuck here eatin' this junk with you guys."

Makoto's eyes went wide before she let her shoulders slump. "Then you really don't like hanging around with me."

"No, no, no! Nah, that's not right. How'd you get that idea?"

"Well... you only seem to really focus on me when we're training..."

"You... you want me to do that?"

"Is that such a bad thing?" the green eyed girl complained, planting her hands on her hips.

He began to answer before he found himself stopping to look over his very first slave. It had been so long since he'd gotten her, and he'd grown so used to having her there that it hadn't been a problem to just accept her presence. Yet, as he looked over her long legged and well curved figure, he realized that she wasn't plain at all. In fact, as he caught sight of her soft lips, bright eyes, and silken brown hair, a deep blush spilled over his face.

"Nope. Nah. Ya are a really good thing. A good girl. Really good," he stammered.

"Okay..." Makoto allowed, her brow narrowed in confusion.

Kumori smiled at both teens as she turned her attention to the tall girl. "Don't worry. You should be pleased by his reaction."

"Really? But he doesn't seem to be comfortable."

"He isn't, but that's because he doesn't know how he should handle what he feels."

"I guess that'd be right, but if he's that bothered..."

"Not that sort of 'bothered'," the doctor drawled. "He likes you, dear. It's just that he won't push himself on you."

"Okay, but then what do I do?"

"Prove to him that you want his attention. Go to him."

She wasn't too sure that she understood what the older woman meant, but the small push that she got on her back made Makoto move before she could really think about it. That bothered her... until she found herself looking into her Master's deep eyes, and saw the nervousness in those blue depths. A need to be with him burned like a fire on a cold winter's night within her chest, and she wanted the chill of loneliness gone. So, rather than wait, she stepped forward and cupped his cheeks with her slender fingers. Surprise popped up in his expression, but she didn't stop as she leaned in and pressed her full lips to his, relishing in giving him her first kiss.

It took a moment for Ranma's shock to subside, but when it did, he began to realize that this wasn't all that bad. In fact, he really liked the feeling of their mouths pressing together, and having the warmth of their bodies heating along side each other. Before, his awareness of her femininity was an academic concept, yet at this moment, he was overjoyed to know that she was a girl. He could feel the urge to enjoy what she could offer begin to rumble within his body, but he merely settled for holding her in his arms. However, he couldn't stop himself from sliding his hands over her buttocks as he embraced the girl who was his first slave, discovering that her years of training in the Art had given her a rear that was firm, toned, and a delight to feel.

His touch surprised the teenaged girl enough to pull back just a bit, and she did so, she saw that he looked a bit abashed. Not that he seemed to want to give her up, and she could tell that he wanted her as a 'meal' of a different sort. Then again, she wasn't all that sure that she minded that idea, as her own need for something akin to that was growing. Her thoughts were so clouded with desire that she wasn't all that jolted when one of his hands came up between them to squeeze one of her breasts, seeming to be drawn to the weight of the full mound.

In reality, Ranma was drawn to her cleavage, having been curious about the large breasts that pressed against him so wonderfully. But as he felt the doctor's breasts pillow against his back, he stiffened up slightly and flushed.

"What's it with you boys and all that groping," Kumori murmured, her breath hot and heavy against his ears. "And this fascination with breasts... It's so amusing."

Ducking his head, the pigtailed boy let his embarrassed expression speak in his stead.

"Oh, don't worry. You weren't doing that bad a job. It's clear that she's still quite interested."

"She... you don't..." he whispered under his breath.

"Hmm? You want something?"

"She is willing..."

A small smile crossed the doctor's lips. "Yes. Yes, she is."

"And you don't... mind?"

This time, the doctor gave off a short laugh. "I wouldn't say that I'm not a bit envious, but we're your slaves, Master. We come to your bed at your pleasure, whenever you feel like it."

"But if you could..."

"Master, dear, if I could be your wife or even just your girlfriend, I'd be more bothered, but this is about making us all happy. And what's going on now is part of that."

"Then you want to..." the pigtailed boy began.

"I'm too excited to stop even if I wanted to."

"Ah. If that's the case, then she..."

"She wants you too. Right, Makoto?" Kumori asked airily. "You do have to show him."

The girl in question blinked for a little bit until certainty began to cross her features, and she started stroking her own hands over his body. From his neck, to his shoulders, down his chest, and over his belly, she let her fingertips roam over his muscled form, apparently wanting to touch it all. Everything felt ever so good, and she needed to get as close to it as fast as she could. And when she found a stiffness in his pants that was pushing the cloth out with its size and weight, she couldn't help but push her hand onto it.

Unfortunately, that was rather unpleasant for Ranma, and he gave off a yelp at the sudden discomfort.

"Now, now, that isn't something that you just grab. Ease off a bit," the older woman breathed, lightly guiding the now embarrassed girl's hand off of the hardness.

A little shame showed on Makoto's expression as she looked away. "I didn't mean to..."

"Yes, but what do you want?"

All that the brunette needed to do was to look her Owner in the eye, and he seemed to understand her desire. Pulling up her skirt, he slid his hands over the smooth curves of her legs, delighting her with his touch as he went to reach for her panty clad bottom. Nothing had ever felt quite like this, and it felt ever so good.

Ranma felt quite the same way, and he groaned with pleasure as he felt Makoto in a manner that he had never had before. It felt so wonderful that a part of him asked why he didn't do it earlier, but he ignored that voice in favor of discovering the sensual delights of his first slave's well curved body. With his slave doctor hugging him from behind and pressing small kisses against his neck and ears, he was in a place of amazing sensations that he wanted to dive right in to. Such passion was more than enough to make thinking pointless, and he moved right into the haze of desire with both lovely women,