Ranma stood outside the tattoo parlor fuming. He'd run up to Akane's room to catch the bastard with his pants down, but there had been no trace of him anywhere save for an open window. This was just further proof that Akane's new sensei was a martial artist. If he was able to teach Akane such a powerful attack, he must be a good one as well.

Knowing this, Ranma had decided to do some detective work and ask the person who had done Akane's piercing who had been with her when she'd had the work done. Considering the name of the shop was Martial Arts Body Art, he figured it would be his best bet at getting some information. After all, it was where he would go. Now, how to obtain that information? A nearby water fountain gave him an idea.

Michiko looked up from her paperwork when she heard the bells on the door jingle. A short girl with the wildest dye job she'd seen walked into the store. Who ever heard of red hair on a Japanese person? She had to admit though, it looked really good, almost natural. She'd have to remember to ask where she'd gotten the dye. "Welcome to Martial Arts Body Art, how can I help you?" she asked.

The girl eyed her suspiciously, but Michiko was used to people thinking she was Yakuza. "Yeah a friend of mine had some work done and I was wondering if she had it done here. Her name is Akane Tendo."

Michiko fought to keep her face neutral, glad for that piercing in her eyebrow which helped her to maintain her cool. "Sorry, company policy, we don't reveal anything about our customers to other people, only the police, and only if they have a warrant." Especially if that person in question was her friend. Of course, there was no need to turn away a potential customer. "If you tell me what she got, I can do it for you though. I'll even match the price she paid for the work."

Ranma frowned. Obviously the decorated woman knew more than she was saying. He'd have to draw it out of her somehow. "What is Martial Arts Body Art anyway?" she asked innocently.

Michiko's eyes brightened. "It's my own style. Various tattoos and piercings affect the ki points to increase your strength, stamina, and various other abilities." She waved her hands in front of herself, indicating her own art. "With training, someone who has as much work done as I do can take down a person three times their size."

"So it's a cheat," Ranma said disdainfully. "A shortcut."

Michiko eyed her. "No more than acupuncture or moxibustion is. You still need to train your abilities, the artwork just makes it easier to access them."

Ranma nodded, as if conceding the point, but she still looked suspicious. "I've heard of a similar art. It would make you the world's strongest fighter if you paint a magic doodle on your belly."

"I've heard of that," Michiko interrupted. The problem is that the doodle looks ridiculous, and it prevents people from getting close to you without beating them up. My art doesn't take over your body like that, it just enhances it. And while certain points of the body need to be engaged, the art itself can be anything you want it to be."

Ranma pondered this. It was still a shortcut, but it was looking less like a cheat. Plus his interest in anything with "martial" in the title was starting to kick in. "So what kind of stuff can a piercing do?"

Michiko smiled. It was almost too easy.

Ranma exited the parlor red faced, and at a fast walk. She couldn't believe she'd done that. Michiko kept dodging her questions about Akane, not even confirming that she'd done the work in the first place. Instead they'd gotten into a conversation about the various effects a piercing might have. Of course, once they started talking anatomy, Ranma had become shy, and couldn't ask about piercing the lady parts. Heck she didn't even know the name of the part she was curious about. Michiko had pulled out a book with diagrams of ki points and was explaining what they all did when they came across one that intrigued her: absorption of ki attacks. Impulsively, she'd asked for it, figuring this way she could counter anything Akane's sensei might be able to do when she finally found him. Not to mention Akane's new attack she'd used on him in the bath.

Of course, now that she had the piercing, she was embarrassed as all hell. She could feel it, not that it still hurt, but it was definitely there. It wasn't anything fancy, just a straight barbell with stainless steel beads on the ends, but the location!

She decided to skip school, and instead ran home. She snuck around back and peeked into the high window in the furo. Empty. Perfect. Climbing in, she quickly shucked her clothes, and sat on the stool to wash herself. The area around the piercing was still red, but it didn't hurt as she washed all around it. She gasped, however, at the sensation that occurred when she poured cold rinse water over hear head. It wasn't painful, but disturbingly pleasant.

Finally she climbed into the furo, and sighed as the transformation took place. He had to admit he'd been a little scared something would have gone wrong considering it was messing with his ki, but Michiko had assured him that the effect would be the same on a guy, though she had been puzzled as to why the red haired girl was asking that particular question. He sat back in the tub and thought about his next move. He still needed to figure out who Akane's sensei was. He rubbed at his chest which was still tingling. Then maybe he could take this damned thing out of his nipple.

Akane wasn't having a good day. She'd been nervous all morning about what Ranma was going to say to her about the piercing, and that only got worse when he never showed up for school. Just what was he doing? Had he told her family? Maybe he'd figured out who had done the piercing and gone to confront Michiko. She quickly changed direction and ran towards the tattoo parlor.

Michiko looked up at the sound of the bells. She became concerned when she noticed it was Akane, and that she was breathing hard. "What happened?" she asked as she came around the counter.

"Did Ranma come by today?" Akane asked in a rush.

"Your fiancé? No, why?"

Akane sighed in relief. "He found out about the piercing, and I was afraid he would do something… rash."

Michiko went from concerned to smiling in a heartbeat. "You showed it to him? Did he like it?"

Akane had finally caught her breath, but her face turned a darker shade of red. "It was an accident…" she mumbled. "And anyway, he wasn't happy."

"Wait, I think I'm missing something here. Sit down and tell me what happened." She went over to the water cooler and got Akane a drink while the younger girl told the story.

"So after I embarrassed myself, I was so sure he was going to tell someone and they were going to tell me to take it out, but then he didn't, and I haven't seen him all day, so I don't know what he's going to do, and it's driving me crazy!" She took a deep breath and a big drink of her water, trying to calm down.

Michiko just smiled at her, full of mirth. "You know, maybe he liked what he saw, and he's just as embarrassed as you are about the accidental show he got." Akane blushed hard, but didn't say anything. "Actually I'm glad you came by, someone came in this morning asking about you. I denied I even knew you, but I figured you should know."

Akane looked up, curious. "Who was it?"

"I can't remember her name, but she said she knew you. Short, buxom girl with red hair?" She was surprised when Akane groaned. "Someone you know?"

"Yeah, though I think you need to sit down for this one," Akane said, offering her seat to her friend.

Ten minutes later, Michiko had the whole story, and she was staring at Akane as if she had grown another head. "So that chesty girl that came in this morning is your fiancé, who can turn into a girl by splashing himself with cold water, and turns back with hot water." Akane nodded. Michiko broke out into laughter. "Yeah right! Not with those boobs!"

Akane sighed. "Why is it that everyone always notices his chest?" she asked nobody in particular.

"Because I had a handful of them today when I gave that girl her piercing," Michiko said, smiling widely. "And there was nothing fake about them."

"Well yeah, they're magic, not cosmetic," replied Akane. Then she did a double take. "Wait what did you say?"

"She came in and asked about a piercing, probably because she knew you had one, so I told her about my art, then showed her some diagrams of ki points, and she decided to get a defensive piercing. Left nipple."

Akane gaped at the older woman. "Ranma? A nipple piercing?"

"I tell you, whoever that girl's boyfriend is, he's a lucky guy," Michiko continued, still not believing Akane. "I did him a favor and tweaked it a bit to make it more sensitive once it heals. Boys always like to play with shiny things." She smiled devilishly.

Akane stared at her, then cracked up laughing. Michiko looked perturbed. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I'm just imagining what he's going to be going through once that kicks in," Akane chuckled. "So you said that the piercing was defensive? What does it do?"

Michiko still didn't believe what Akane was saying about the magic, but the younger girl was sticking to the story really well. "Absorption of ki attacks." A light bulb came on in her mind. "She asked if it would have the same effect on a guy! You mean she really does change sex like that? I thought she was just trying to act cool by talking all masculine!" Now Michiko did sit. "Oh, he's not going to like the side effect."

"Yeah I bet," Akane giggled.

Michiko shook her head. "No I mean the other side effect. The tweak I did only works when she… he… is aroused. Otherwise it would be too distracting to even wear a shirt. The actual effect the piercing has works a little differently on men since their flow is different. In both it allows the wearer to absorb the attack, but women can dissipate the energy with minimal effort, just a slight tingling that's quite pleasant. In a guy however, the sensation is… intense."

"Painful?" asked Akane.

"No… it's been described to me as 'orgasmic.'"

Akane burst into laughter, falling out of her chair in the process. She picked herself up off of the floor, still giggling. "So the next time Ranma gets into a fight with Ryoga, he's going to make a mess in his pants? Oh that's just too funny!" She kept laughing until tears ran down her face.

For her part, Michiko was still somewhat stunned about this turn of events, but eventually started to chuckle along with her friend. "So what are you going to do about it then? It sounds to me like he's gearing up to try to counter your new attack. Side effects or not, he will be able to now."

Akane sobered, pondering her next move. She brightened as an idea came to her. "I think I have an idea, but I'm going to need your help." She leaned in and explained her plan to the tattooed woman, who couldn't help but crack up when she heard the end. Especially when she realized that there could be unintended results her slightly naïve friend hadn't considered.

A week after getting his "enhancement" Ranma was practicing what he'd been taught by Michiko about how to absorb ki from an attack in the dojo by tossing a small ki ball into the air, and absorbing it before it hit the ground. He found out that if he concentrated, he could use the ability at will, with result similar to what his teacher Ms. Hinako was able to do with her coin. He even found that making a circle with his hands it helped to funnel the energy. He wished he'd known that it was going to be the same as what his teacher was able to do, he would have rather had the pressure points on his back and chest played with rather than getting his nipple pierced, but at the same time he was glad he didn't have to deal with the whole age regression aspect.

He hadn't been able to test it on a strong ki attack yet, as Ryoga hadn't been around in a while and he was slightly afraid of destroying the dojo if one of his own attacks got away from him. He knew he was doing it right however, as he'd experimented on his classmates. Whenever he tried it on someone, they'd start to yawn, or even fall asleep as he drained them. He even felt a tingling sensation whenever it happened, proving that he was absorbing their energy. The feeling was actually rather pleasant, heady, and somewhat familiar.

He was in the dojo doing his regular workout when Akane walked in. He'd kind of been avoiding her, as much as possible at least, for the last week while he tried to figure out who her sensei was. He'd been back to the tattoo parlor in his girl form a number of times, asking for pointers on how his new ability worked, and trying to dig for information on his fiancée. The owner was still defiant, but he was wearing her down, as she'd acknowledged at least that she knew Akane, but she still wasn't saying if she had done the piercing, or even what effect it had.

"Hey Ranma, long time no see!" called Akane. He smiled politely at her but didn't say anything. Instead, he just went back to his workout.

Akane approached and started to follow along with the kata, quickly falling into sync with him. He watched her for a while, admiring her form. He sometimes forgot that she was actually a really good martial artist. Then he remembered that he was mad at her, and concentrated on his own kata.

They finished the workout at the same time, and Akane turned to face her fiancé. "Wanna spar?" she asked innocently.

Ranma looked her over, trying to decide what to do. Maybe he could get some information straight from the source? "Ok, lets see what you can do." He adopted his typical loose stance, expecting Akane to come at him hard with her fists as usual. Instead, she surprised him with a jumping kick, an aerial attack more suited to his own style. He was so surprised that he nearly forgot to duck.

Akane grinned when she realized she had the advantage. "You're getting slow Ranma," she teased as she pressed her attack, punching at his stomach.

Ranma managed to dodge the blow, but the had to block the kick that followed it. Her style was still largely ground based, but she was much lighter on her feet, which allowed her to blend in the aerial attacks that were new to her technique. He could still defend against it, but he had to concentrate.

Then his opponent did something completely unexpected. Without even a hint of drawing on her emotions, she created a softball sized ball of ki in her hand, and threw it at him at close range. He barely had enough time to throw his hands up in front of his face to catch and absorb the attack. He flipped away from her to catch his breath as the heady sensation that was usually just a pleasant tingling, rushed through his body, much stronger than ever before.

"Woah," he said as he tried to get control of himself. The feeling wasn't bad, in fact it was really good, but he certainly wasn't expecting it to be that intense. It almost felt like…

Akane pressed her attack, leaping high and kicking down at his head. He reached up just in time and grabbed her leg, using her momentum to toss her away. He was amazed when she recovered from the fall, catching herself on her hands and flipping to her feet. "What's the matter Ranma?" she asked teasingly. "Feeling lightheaded?"

Ranma frowned at her. "What do you know about it?"

Akane just smiled enigmatically, before tossing another ki ball his way. Her training with Michiko over the last week had paid off, as she was able to form a ball at will and send them flying now. They weren't as strong as the ones Ranma or Ryoga could do yet, but she knew that was only a matter of time.

Ranma dodged the first attack by jumping straight up, but Akane was able to chuck another at him before he could land, forcing him to absorb it. He staggered a bit upon landing as his mind clouded over and he felt weak in the knees. It was also affecting him in other ways, most noticeably by pitching a tent in his pants. He always got excited during a fight, but this was ridiculous. He needed to end this now before he embarrassed himself.

As soon as he caught his footing he charged at Akane, dodging the ki balls she hurled at him. He didn't strike out at her, instead wrapping his arms around her and tackling her. Akane was briefly stunned when the back of her head struck the floor, but she quickly recovered, struggling against him. Ranma had the leverage though, and had her arms pinned to her sides. Both fighters were breathing hard, and she could feel his heart beating in his chest. But that wasn't all she could feel.

"Is that a roll of coins in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?" she teased. She was beginning to understand why Ranma taunted his opponents. It really was a lot of fun.

Ranma ignored the jibe. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" he demanded. "Who's your sensei?"

"What's it to you?" she asked. "I wasn't getting what I needed at home, so I went looking elsewhere." the double meaning wasn't lost on Ranma, and she smiled smugly as his face turned red. "Why, did you want to ask for some lessons? Sorry, I don't think Sensei is accepting any more students."

"That's ok, I don't think I can pay him in the way he wants anyway," Ranma shot back, tightening his grip on her torso and positioning his legs to cover hers, further preventing her from moving or getting up. He wasn't going to let her go until she answered his questions.

Akane's face grew serious. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"I know you've been sleeping with him as payment for the lessons he's been giving you." He tightened his grip as the enraged woman started to struggle against him. "So who is he?"

Akane was livid. How dare he? "Where did you get that idea you idiot?" she said through gritted teeth.

"That show you gave me that morning proved it," he accused. "You were soaking wet down there. Not to mention the piercing he made you get. He's just using that to mark you as his own you know."

This time it was Akane's turn to blush. She wasn't about to admit what she had been doing that caused her to be so wet, but now she could understand why he'd been avoiding her for a week. "I'm not sleeping with my sensei," she said, looking him dead in the eye.

Ranma watched her face carefully, but she seemed adamant. He relaxed his grip slightly and shifted his weight, but he made no move to let her up. "So…" he started, still curious about the piercing, but now that he was no longer angry, he was too embarrassed to ask. He shifted again.

Akane inhaled sharply. She knew Ranma would be aroused and frustrated, that was part of the plan to take him down in the fight after all, but the evidence was now poking her through their clothes in a rather sensitive area, one that hadn't been getting much attention in the last week. The burning in her belly was back with a vengeance, and hotter than ever.

Ranma froze when he heard Akane gasp. He was still light headed from the fight, but he knew exactly had caused her to make that noise. He waited for her to struggle again, to try to beat him to a pulp, or even to just say something, but she didn't. She just looked up at him with those big brown eyes, her lips parted slightly as her breathing became husky. Hormones rushing in his ears, he leaned down and gently kissed her open lips.

Akane enthusiastically returned the kiss, the fire in her belly becoming an inferno. Ranma had loosened his grip enough on her that she was able to free her arms, which she then wrapped around his neck, pulling him down onto her.

Ranma was lost in a haze, enjoying the sensations. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed kiss after kiss with his fiancée, something he never thought he'd do. He found himself moving against her automatically, and was pleasantly surprised when she moved with him.

Akane's eyes opened when he quit kissing her lips, but then closed again when he moved to her neck. She couldn't believe how good this felt. Already she felt higher than she did when she quenched the fires by herself. A small moan escaped her lips, but she found that it was only the first of many as Ranma continued to kiss and suck at her skin. His hand slipped inside her gi, touching the skin of her stomach directly. She moved into his touch. His hand migrated north, brushing the base of her breast.

Loosened by the fight, and what they'd been doing since then, Akane's gi fell open, exposing her bra covered breast to the air. Ranma paused, pulling away to look her in the eye. He wasn't sure how to read the expression on her face, but it wasn't anger. He sat up and removed his own shirt, anxious to keep the heat up lest she decide to change her mind. Yanking his shirt over his head, he quickly laid back down on top of Akane, pressing his lips to hers.

Akane returned the kiss enthusiastically, moaning again when he pushed her sports bra up, and placed his hand fully on her exposed breast, applying gentle but firm pressure. Through the fog of pleasure, she remembered something Michiko had said about tweaking Ranma's piercing. She smiled devilishly into Ranma's kiss, and reached down to grope his chest.

This time it was Ranma who gasped at the sensations coursing through his body. He had no idea that his little accessory would do that, though the way Akane was smiling at him, she certainly did. Well two could play that game. Knowing he was playing with fire, but not caring at the moment, he loosened the drawstrings on her pants, and slipped a hand inside, sliding along the smooth skin, and touching her own piercing.

Akane convulsed as her vision briefly went white, climaxing hard as her lover's hand stroked her. He was only touching her piercing and the hood it was attached too, but it was still enough to drive her over the edge over and over as he rubbed in small quick circles. Michiko seemed to be right about that other aspect of her piercing as well. She was burning hot, so she shrugged out of her gi, exposing her torso to him, along with a little surprise.

Ranma paused in his playing, but did not remove his hand. Akane opened her eyes when he stopped, realizing he was staring, not at her chest, but at her belly. She felt another rush of endorphins when she realized what he was looking at. "You like it? It's just henna not permanent, but she said it would work the same as a real one, just to a lesser degree. It's what helped me be lighter on my feet during the fight."

Ranma reached out with his free hand and touched the temporary tattoo surrounding her belly button. It was a dragon, and a rather familiar one at that. "Orochi?" he asked.

Akane nodded. "That battle was very important to me. It was the first time I knew for sure that you liked me, and that I wanted to be with you."

Ranma didn't know what to say. He was touched that she would do that. He removed his hand from her pants, more than a little sticky, and positioned himself to give her a searing kiss, full of passion. He then proceeded to kiss down her neck, between her breasts, before laying a kiss on her belly, right over the largest head of the Orochi.

To Akane, this was the most erotic thing he'd done so far. She wondered if Michiko had done something to tweak her tattoo as the fires burned white hot. She nearly came again when Ranma stuck his tongue in her belly button. She moaned loudly, glad for the fact that the dojo was a separate building, for if it had been attached, someone would have surely heard as she screamed his name.

Still kissing her belly, Ranma grabbed the waist of her pants and panties, and drew them down her legs, pleased when she lifted her hips to help him. He was ecstatic when she then removed her bra, leaving her fully naked and exposed to him. He leaned down so he could see the ring close up. As she had shaved away her pubic hair, the piercing stood out even more, diamonds glittering in the dim light. He leaned in close to her, the musky smell giving him a rush. Akane was breathing hard above him, watching as he leaned in to take the ring in his mouth. She screamed as he licked and sucked at her clit. Her hips pressed up into his face, and her hands grabbed his head, holding him down.

He kept her going again and again for a good long time before he had to come up for air. He then worked his way back up her body, pausing to place another kiss on her belly which made her shudder, before kissing her full on the lips again. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, but she didn't care. All she cared about was what was rubbing her crotch through his clothes as they moved against each other. She reached down with a free hand and tugged insistently at his pants. Not breaking the kiss, Ranma helped her to pull his pants and boxers down, kicking them off when he got them to his knees.

Both now naked, the teens continued to kiss and move with each other. Ranma's cock was lying along her cleft, and she was moving her hips, grinding against him. Her breath caught in her throat when Ranma reached down and positioned himself at her entrance, pushing in with one firm stroke.

Akane gasped sharply. She was an active girl, so her hymen had been taken care of long ago, but there was still some pain from not being used to having so big an invader. She was more than ready for him though, so he slid in easily.

Ranma let out a shuddering breath of his own, trying to get a hold of himself. He was already about to blow just from the buildup, but he didn't want to stop so soon. He kissed her firmly as he began to thrust, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in firmly. Akane moved her hips in rhythm with him, pushing up to meet him on every stroke.

Akane was loving what was happening, but while he felt so good inside of her, there was just something missing. Ranma was being too gentle with his movements. Every so often he'd push in harder, which would cause her to see sparks at the edge of her vision, but it wasn't nearly enough. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she twisted, rolling them over. She sat up, giving her lover full view of her body as she moved above him.

Ranma was surprised when his lover took control, but wasn't about to start complaining. He reached up to grab on to her breasts as she bounced, trying to add to her pleasure. He was rewarded with a groan which escaped from her lips, as she sat down hard on his pubic bone, grinding herself against him. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat, and she started to shudder, her insides clamping down on him rhythmically as she crested the wave. This sensation sent Ranma over the edge into his own orgasm, filling her with his seed.

Akane shuddered once more on top of Ranma at the sensation of him filling her with the results of his own orgasm. She was glad Kasumi had insisted she go on birth control all those ages ago when her fiancé first showed up on their doorstep. Not that she'd been thinking about it when the whole thing started of course. She hadn't even been planning on ending up naked and writhing on the floor with him when she came up with the plan either. When she looked down at him, breathing heavily, a look of wonder, and awe, and – though he may never admit it – love, was staring her in the face. She leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. No she wasn't planning on doing that today, but she couldn't argue with the results.

Unknown to the pair of lovers inside the dojo, they had left one of the doors open a crack, enough for a pair of glowing eyes to watch them from near the floor. They narrowed dangerously, before the owner turned tail and left, plotting revenge all the way back to its' home.

This was already mostly written, the last save was done back in August of last year, and I finally was able to finish it today after leaving it for way too long. I've kinda lost where I wanted to go next, but I have some ideas, so hopefully there should be another chapter out soon!