by T.H. Tiger

Ranma smirked around a mouth full of tender steak. Life was good. Lots of meat on the table, and her Pop about to blow a blood vessel. She made a big show of shoving the entire chunk of meat in her mouth, puffing up her cheeks like a chipmunk with a full load of nuts.

At which point anime law shoved its ugly rules in her face, or rather down her throat. No martial artist, no matter how skilled can avoid a chastising blow from a pissed off girl friend, or sex slave as the case may be. Nabiki's elbow connected just below Ranma's rib cage.

Ranma's eyes bulged and she made a strangling sound as she involuntarily tried to swallow nearly a pound of half chewed steak.

Ignoring Ranma's distress Nabiki made a shocked sound and gushed out in a ditz like tone of voice. . "Oh, master, look at the time. We have to get back to our room so you can finish dressing." Nabiki looked up at Genma's choleric expression and giggled. "I'm so silly. I washed all the panties this morning and didn't leave any for master to wear. They should be dry now, we'll just go get them."

Nabiki took hold of Ranma-chan's elbow and urged her to her feet. Ranma made inarticulate sounds and pointed at her throat. "Come along, master," Nabiki said, guiding Ranma out of the room as she placed both hands around her slender neck and mimed choking.

As soon as she and Ranma were out of sight of the dining room Nabiki paused. "Just a second, Saotome," she said. Behind her Ranma was thumping on her chest with both hands.

Genma's voice floated out to them. "I don't know what's got into that boy, Tendo." He hasn't been the same since he bonded your daughter."

"Nabiki has been very different as well," Soun's voice said. "I just assumed it was a result of being a new slave. You remember how it was when you were young, Saotome."

"Indeed I do, Tendo. But, this seems to be go far past that. Why Akane practically threw herself at the boy and he ignored her."

"Hey, it wasn't like that!" Akane protested.

"I just don't understand it," Genma continued. "The boy used to love sharing a bed with several girls. And it's not just your daughter Akane, who is a bit masculine I have to admit."

"Hey!"

"but he hasn't asked Kasumi to join him and his slave, or used that house slave or your's . . . what was her name again? Well, it doesn't matter. My point is he would never have ignored so many available women before."

"You have a point there, Saotome. Has your sister invited you to help service her master, Kasumi, Akane."

"No father. As if I'd have anything to do with that wimp!"

"You see, Saotome. It's not just your son, Nabiki has been unusually quiet since becoming Ranma's slave. I tell you it's just first slave/master lust. They'll wear each other out eventually and then they'll be back to normal."

Nabiki could almost hear Genma's head shake as he rebutted her father. "I'm sorry, Tendo, but that does not explain this current episode. Ranma hated his curse. He never said anything, but I knew he was afraid he'd end up as some man's toy. And now he shows up with no panties. Offering himself to any man who finds his female body attractive."

"I knew it wasn't that simple," Nabiki hissed. She turned to face Ranma just as she raised both hands and brought them slamming down on her own chest. A wade of meat flew from her mouth and Ranma drew in a strangled gasp.

"I almost died," Ranma said in an accusing voice.

Inside the dining room, Ukyou, who had been listening to Genma's bellyaching with interest, cocked an ear as she detected Ranma's voice. Curious, I thought they were heading for their room, she thought. "Excuse me, please," she said, getting to her feet and advancing on the exit with a tread she'd perfected stalking deer.

"Shhhh, not so loud," Nabiki whispered, clasping a hand over Ranma's mouth. Ranma's eyes bulged and her throat worked for a second before her eyes rolled back in her head she fainted."

A few minutes later a panting Nabiki dragged Ranma into their bedroom, just as the red-heads eyes started to flutter.

Gasping Ranma put some distance between her and Nabiki and cried out, "Were you trying to kill me!?"

"Don't be such a big baby," Nabiki said. She tossed the pair of panties Ranma had rejected earlier to her. "Put these on," she ordered Ranma.

"What, no way," Ranma started to protest, only to flinch back as Nabiki was suddenly in her face.

"How stupid are you, Saotome? Don't you get it. The reason slave girls don't wear panties on this world is because they have to available for use whenever their master wants them."

"Really," Ranma said, her expression becoming interested. There was a decided leer in the way she ran her eyes over Nabiki's barely concealed body.

"Put it back in your pants, Saotome. Not that you have anything to put there, or pants for that matter," Nabiki said with an exasperated expression. "You're missing the point. Slave girls don't wear panties because they are suppose to be available. If a free girl doesn't wear them, she's saying she available. Anytime, anyplace, anyhow."

Ranma's expression took on a shocked look, but it quickly faded. "So, what's that to me?" she asked, as she slipped on the panties Nabiki had given her. "Any guy who tried anything with me would be swallowing his nuts."

Nabiki stared at Ranma as if not believing what she'd heard. Then her chin started to wobble and tears flowed from her eyes. "You, you, you, idiot!" she cried out, throwing herself on the bed and burying her face in the pillow. Her body heaved as she let out several loud sobs.

Ranma looked uncomfortable. "Aw, come on Nabiki, don't be a baby," she cajoled the crying girl.

Nabiki rolled over and glared at Ranma with angry eyes. The tears of earlier only a memory. "You stupid idiot. Don't you get it? Can't you understand. This isn't our world. What makes you think you're allowed to reject a guy if you advertise that you're available?"

Ranma looked defiant for a moment, and then her shoulders slumped. "I know, but what can I do."

"You can be careful, you idiot."

"That ain't what I meant. I ain't going to hide, Nabiki. I'm me, I got to be me. Or I won't be me. And if I ain't me. Then what am I?" She shook her head. "Yea, I can wear the stupid panties. But I ain't going to run away. Back home, maybe I didn't have nothing like this to worry about, but there were plenty of perverts who wanted a piece of me. I wouldn't run from them, and I won't run from the perverts in this world."

There was a sudden click, and both Ranma and Nabiki looked up to see Ukyou standing in front of the closed door to the hallway. A curious expression on his face.

"Back home? Now where would that be, I wonder?" Ukyou asked in a bland voice, his eyes flickering from Ranma to Nabiki.

Nabiki stepped in front of Ranma, before she could say something stupid and answered Ukyou in a voice as bland as the one the boy had used. "Pardon, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Ukyou."

Ukyo's eyes narrowed slightly. But his voice was still innocuous as he said, "You know, technically, legally in fact, I'm your master. Do your really want to lie to your master?"

"Nabiki is my slave!" Ranma stated emphatically as she stepped out from behind Nabiki.

"Sorry, you're wrong. Oh, she might be your slave in your hearts. But she belongs to Ranma Saotome. And at the moment, that's me, Ranko." Ukyou put strong empathize on the last word.

Turning her eyes back to Nabiki, Ukyou asked again. "Now please tell me what this talk about your world, and this world, was all about." Despite his calm voice Ukyo's body was tensed, ready for instant action.

He suddenly blurred, pushing himself to the limits and was standing behind Nabiki and instant later. His arm went around her throat, and his other hand cupped her bottom. He gave a little squeeze. "Now, slave. Are you going to tell me what you Amazon's are up to?"

Ukyou was good. If he did say so himself. He congratulated himself on getting the drop on Nabiki, and gaining a hostage against the real danger. At which point he realized he had no idea where Ranma-chan was. His eyes scanned the room, and a sudden premonition made him shove Nabiki away as he dove to the side. His leg lashing out behind him. To no avail. The best skills in the world couldn't help you deflect a pitcher full of cold water tossed at your back. Ukyou had barely started turning when the water washed over him, and she shifted back to being a girl.

Ukyou slapped a palm against the floor and used her stiff arm as leverage to pivot herself into what should have been a forward flip that would have ended with her on her feet. Instead a petite red-headed blur kicked her arm out from under even as a pair of small hands took hold of both her ankles and twisted.

Ukyou was spun over on her back, and then levered over on her shoulders as Ranma-chan squatted over her chest, her bottom settling onto Ukyo's cushioned breasts. Her knees were pressed into Ukyo's shoulders while each of Ukyo's legs were forced under one of Ranma's armpits. Ukyou was curled up into a ball, unable to move, and barely able to breath.

"Now what was this you were saying about being Nabiki's master?" Ranma asked with a smirk, bouncing slightly and enjoying the feel of Ukyo's breasts under her nearly bare bottom.

"Smooth move, Amazon," Ukyou grunted. "Why don't I reward you for defeating me?"

Ranma's eyes widened as Ukyou forced her head up, opened her mouth wide, and clamped down on Ranma's crotch. Ranma's skirt hit all of Ukyo's face except her eyes, but Ranma's didn't need to see where Ukyou was biting. She could feel it. She sweat-dropped as Ukyou worked her jaw a little, and her tongue pressed against the camel toe in Ranma's panties. Her eyes gleamed up at Ranma with satisfaction, and a threat. I can bite much, much harder, they said.

"Ok, lets not get hasty, Ukyou," Ranma stammered out. "I'll let you go, and you let me go, ok.

Akkkk, don't nod your head!" Ranma said frantically. "Just blink your eyes. Ok, real easy like." Ranma lifted her arms and let Ukyo's legs slip out from underneath her pits. One of the long limbs slapped down on the floor, and behind Ranma's back hooked its toe under the edge of the bed. "Now you let go," Ranma said, her voice quivering. Maybe it was male memory reacting to a bite to the groin, or maybe it was the way Ukyo's tongue was still pressing against her silk covered sex.

In any case, Ranma was distracted enough that she missed the telltale signals from Ukyo's body as the leg not hooked under the bed curled up and around Ranma till it could press against her chest. It happened in an instance. One second Ranma was trying to ease herself away from Ukyo's busy mouth, and the next Ukyou had levered herself up into a sitting position with one leg pinning Ranma's upper body against the floor. And Ranma's groin was still directly in front of Ukyo's face. Sharp teeth dug in and Ranma let out a slightly hysterical cry as Ukyou lifted her head, pulling Ranma's panties up her thighs, and laying bare the treasure trove underneath.

Ranma's body tensed, with Ukyo's teeth removed from such close proximity to her crotch, not to mention that tongue, she was free to retaliate. Just about . . .

Ranma was enjoying herself. Once she'd gotten Ukyou away from Nabiki the pressure had vanished from the fight and she'd been free to simply enjoy it. Of course Ukyou taking a mouthful of her crotch and giving her a few good licks down there had nothing to do with why she was feeling a nice warm glow as she grappled with the bigger girl.

Right now for instance, as Ukyou tugged her panties up her legs, she wasn't thinking about Ukyo's possible intentions, she was anticipating with great relish the expression on the other girl's face when she drew back her left leg and shoved her instep up under Ukyo's chin, pushing the girl off of her and gaining room to really start to rumble.

"So, what do Amazon's taste like?" Ukyou said with a smirk as she let go of the silk panties she'd been gripping in her teeth, and letting then snap against Ranma's lower thighs. "Only one way to find out I . . . urrk."

Ukyo's head snapped forward, the motion accompanied by a solid sounding *swack*. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she fell forward, dropping her upper torso onto Ranma's And folding the small redhead's legs up against her chest, leaving Ranma balled up under Ukyou. Not really a problem. Ukyou was currently dead weight and when Ranma flexed her legs the mountain girl started to lift off of her. Rather quickly as a matter of fact.

Nabiki tugged hard on Ukyo's shoulders pulling the comatose girl up and off of Ranma, using techniques well honed on Kuno-baby to maneuver the Ukyo's dead weight. She tipped the girl to the side, rolling her off of Ranma. "Are you alright, Saotome?" she asked.

Ranma's eyes flickered from Nabiki to the large leather paddle laying beside her body. The body was about six inches wide and a foot long, with several large holes arranged over the surface. The handle was about a foot in length, allowing a two handed grip if you really wanted to put some muscle into your swing. Looking at Ukyo's limp body Ranma was pretty darn sure Nabiki had used both hands.

"What the heck did you do that for?" She snapped at Nabiki as she rolled to her knees and peeled back one of Ukyo's eyelids. The pupil underneath reacted to the light by shrinking, but Ukyou didn't react in any other way.

Nabiki fumed at the back of Ranma's head. The temptation to pick up the paddle and let her have a good whack was overpowering. She suddenly had immense sympathy for her younger sister. The one they'd left behind. Akane had been right. Ranma really was an idiot sometimes. Moving away from the paddle, lest temptation overcome her, she took hold of Ukyo's ankle and said, "Give me a hand getting her on the bed, Saotome."

"Eh, sure," Ranma replied. She went into a deep knee bend and worked her arms under Ukyo's body, and then carefully lifted. It wasn't that she couldn't handle Ukyo's weigh. She could easily lift twice as much, but the bigger girl was an awkward bundle for someone her size. But she managed to do it with only a little weaving.

Nabiki looked down her hands, which were still holding Ukyo's ankles and smirked. "Uhhh, easy now, let's get her on the bed," she groaned, making a big production out of holding up Ukyo's legs.

Ranma rolled her eyes as Nabiki's silliness. girl's who could figure them. She took a step, and almost fell on her face, or on top of Ukyou. she'd forgotten her panties were flying at half-mast.

"Oops, let me handle that, Saotome," Nabiki said, her smirk growing. She let go of Ukyou and ducked down under her. Ranma blushed as she felt Nabiki's hands brush over her hips. She flushed even darker as Nabiki made a production out of pulling up her panties and making sure they were just so.

Once everything was all tucked away, not that she had anything to tuck at the moment, Ranma moved over and set Ukyou down on the bed. Only then did she start to consider the situation in the long term. "What are we going to do about what she heard?" she asked talking to herself more than to Nabiki. She glanced over at where Nabiki was standing by Ukyou, and blinked in surprise. Nabiki was busy undoing the front of Ukyo's pants, and even as Ranma watched moved down to Ukyo's feet and started pulling the trousers off, revealing that Ukyou didn't believe in underwear.

"What are you doing!?" Ranma shouted in surprise.

"When in Rome, Saotome," Nabiki said as she finished stripping Ukyo's pants free.

"Huh?"

"Get on the ball, Saotome," Nabiki chided her as she lifted one of Ukyo's legs with a grunt and pulled it over the footboard of the bed. The leather ties that were a decorative, and functional, part of the bed served very nicely to secure Ukyo's ankle firmly in place "You beat her in a fight. This is the next step." she lectured as she pulled Ukyo's other leg up onto the footboard and secured it about four feet away from the first.

"I didn't beat her. You interfered before I could," Ranma grumped, being at a loss as to what else to do. Did Nabiki really mean too . . ."

"Oh, don't give me that look, Saotome," Nabiki snapped from where she was unbuttoning Ukyo's shirt. "I'm just making sure she can't do anything except listen. Give me a hand here, would you," she ordered as she tried to shove Ukyo's torso upward.

A bemused Ranma lent her a hand by pushing Ukyo's body upward so Nabiki could strip off the other girl's shirt. "And you got to take her clothes off to do that?" Ranma asked. But even as she questioned Nabiki's motives, she couldn't help but admire Ukyo's tanned firm body. Having stripped her of her shirt Nabiki pulled both of Ukyo's wrists together and secured them with a long lead to the headboard of the bed.

Nabiki stood up and admired her handiwork, while wiping sweat from her brow. "Maybe not," she said, and then flashed an evil grin at Ranma. But after all the time I've spent being a sex toy, I have to admit to a certain relish at handling some of that back."

Ranma looked a little guilty. "You didn't like that? I'm sorry. You should have told me."

"Don't be stupider than you have to be, Saotome," Nabiki snapped. "If I had objected to all the things you did to me, you wouldn't be finding out about it only now." Nabiki's voice softened. "You might have more than your share of faults, but you do know how to show a girl a good time in the sack. If I'd known how good earlier. I'd have never given you back to Akane."

Ukyou really, really, hoped she'd done the right thing in not struggling when she'd come out of her daze to find Nabiki securing her ankle to the footboard of the bed. Now with her other ankle secured and her wrists pulled tightly above her head that was all she really had left, hope that she'd done the right thing. God she hoped those rumors of Amazon's cutting off their captive's breasts for a morning snack were the bullshit she'd always thought they were. Her mom had always claimed they were a mangled legend from the early days of the Amazon's.

In any case it was far too late to worry about that now. She was completely helpless. At the mercy of whatever they might want to do with her bound body. She felt herself getting hot at the idea, and suppressed the urge. This was serious. She's screwed up confronting Ranma and Nabiki, or whoever they really were. Hopefully they would not believe her out for the count and would talk openly about their evil plans. All she had to do was keep her clever ruse of being unconscious going.

Ranma wondered how long Ukyou was going to keep pretending to be out like a light? It wasn't like she was fooling anyone. This was only an idle thought on Ranma's part, however, to distract her from what she was really wondering. "Did Ukyou want her to do something to her?"

Ranma's eyes roamed over Ukyo's body, her large full breasts, quivering slightly like a jelly desert, and how Ranma would love to chow down on them. Her eyes traced down Ukyo's flat belly to the junction of her thighs. Her spread legs left nothing hidden. Ranma licked her lips, god she'd like to slip in between those legs and . . .well, that wasn't possible at the moment. But just because it wasn't didn't stop her from wishing she could. Only . . . was that what Ukyou wanted her to do.

If she were a guy she'd know what to do," Ranma thought with some frustration. She didn't understand why, but in this world her guy self seemed to know just what a girl wanted. The only thing she could compare it to was knowing in a fight how your opponent was going to move. That was just peachy keen for his guy side, but it sucked for her girl side. She wanted to do Ukyou just as bad when she was girl as she would have if she'd been a guy, but she couldn't seem to convince herself that this is what Ukyou wanted. All she could do was guess, and she wasn't going to get perverted with some girl based on a guess. But, god, was it ever frustrating.

"If you're done drooling over the bimbo, maybe we can discuss what to do with her before she wakes up," Nabiki drawled, a touch of jealousy in her voice.

Ranma blinked at Nabiki. Before she woke up? Nabiki didn't think she was still . . . naaah, Nabiki was too smart for that. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that Ukyou was awake and listening. Obviously Nabiki had some sort of scheme in mind. Might as well listen. Wasn't like she was going to be able to work up the nerve to do anything to Ukyou. "Sure, what you got in mind?" She asked, giving Nabiki a big wink, out of Ukyo's line of sight.

Nabiki gave her a look, Ranma wasn't sure what kind, only she didn't think it was approving. Sheesh, it wasn't like she hadn't had her back to Ukyou. "I figure we got to tell her the truth," she said, wanting to divert Nabiki before she made one of her nasty remarks.

"Much as I hate to do it, I have to agree with you," Nabiki said.

"Aww, telling the truth ain't that bad," Ranma said, which earned her another look.

"Ahem, yes. The truth. There is no point in lying. We simply don't understand this world well enough to make it believable. We'd be bound to get tripped up."

Comprehension dawned on Ranma. She not only understood why Ukyou was playing dead, but why Nabiki was going along with it. Ukyou wanted to listen in while they talked, to learn the truth, and Nabiki was going to give it to her, knowing she'd be more likely to believe it because she'd think we thought, she was not listening. Or something like that. "Yea, that makes sense," was what she said out loud.

"Do we tell her everything?" Ranma asked. "I mean it's pretty hard to swallow. A genie offered me a magic wish. I didn't know what to do. So, I went to you and asked for advice, after I told the genie to grant me whatever wish you suggested. You told me to wish for you to be my perfect sex slave slut, and the next thing we knew we were on this world where your wish could come true. Is that what you want to tell her?"

Nabiki flushed slightly in embarrassment. "Well, maybe we don't need to bog her down with details. You got a wish from a genie, and it sent us to this world to grant it, pretty much covers everything."

"Yea, but she'd want to know why she sent us to this world," Ranma objected. "She'd need to know we don't have sex-slaves on our world, and so to grant the wish you suggested we had to come here. If we don't tell her that. she'll wonder why the Genie couldn't have left us on our world."

Nabiki made mental note once again of Ranma's naivety. Strange from a boy who had lived the life he had. There were sex-slaves back where they had come from. But they were not the sort that fantasies were made off. It was dirty, degrading, and short life. But she had no intention of correcting Ranma's belief. She liked him, or her, just the way she was. The power of a demi-god, and the innocence of a kid.

"We'll see how she takes the basic story, and if we need to, we'll add more details," Nabiki glanced over at where Ukyou was laying on the bed, still out of it as far as she could tell. "You'd better wake her up," she suggested to Ranma.

Ranma's eyes brightened. "I'd have to touch her to do that, wouldn't I," she said. Than, an evil look appeared in her eyes. "And that was pretty nasty the way she tried to threaten you like that," she added as she approached the bound girl. Beads of sweat started to appear on Ukyo's forehead. As Ranma reached out, and after a moments hesitation settled her hands on Ukyo's breasts. She fondling the quivering mounds for a moment, keeping an eye on Ukyou. A smirk appeared on Ranma's face as she took hold of a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

"wakey, wakey, eggs and breaky," she chanted, giving Ukyo's, now erect nipples, a good hard tweak and twist.

"You didn't have to twist them so hard," Ukyou complained, rubbing his chest as he did. He was currently walking to school with Nabiki and Ranma. They weren't running. They'd already been late when they'd left the house. Ranma had voted to miss school completely. Ukyou had enthusiastically seconded her suggestion. Nabiki had been the voice of reason, or she simply may not have liked the look in Ukyo's eyes when she agreed that staying home was a great idea. In any case, she had rather bluntly pointed out that Ranma did not want to be messing around with Happosai, who had made it very clear the day before that he expect Ranma to be attending the girl's school until such time as she was declared legally male.

Maybe because of the incident with her panties, Ranma was more inclined than normal to listen to such advice, and had grudgingly agreed that it would be best. Or maybe she too had not liked the look in Ukyo's eyes. Ukyou had been disappointed, but had rallied quickly. Nabiki had the pinch mark on her bottom to prove it. Fortunately Ranma had not noticed, and Nabiki was not about to tell her. Another brawl would have pretty much written off the day as far as school went.

Besides, Nabiki had a hunch that making a big fuss would only encourage Ukyou. So, she'd done her best to keep from jumping when he'd pinched her bottom. It seemed to have worked. At least he hadn't made any further moves in that direction. Of course, that could have been because Ranma had rather firmly insisted on walking between Ukyou and Nabiki.

"You seem to be taking this pretty well," Nabiki commented, addressing Ukyou. "You'd almost think you met inter-dimensional travelers all the time."

"Nah, but I read the papers, and back in the mountains we heard stories. Weird stuff like this happens all the time in the city. Why I heard from someone that there is some guy who's got a goddess as a slave. But she might just have been pulling my leg. And of course, I already knew that weird stuff was going on around you," he said, turning around and making gesture to indicate his body.

Compared to this, believing your minds are from another world where there are other versions of us is easy. Course, that world sounds pretty boring. I mean, you guys have one man for every woman, but you don't take advantage of it. I'd think in a world like that you'd spend so much time having sex that you'd never get anything else done."

"Only if you're a teenager, and lucky," Nabiki muttered under her breath. She really didn't want to get into a big detailed list of how the two worlds varied. It was enough that Ukyou knew they did. She seemed contented enough with the basics. And Nabiki had to admit it would be nice to have someone local to ask questions of. This world kept throwing twists at them.

The three teenagers had reached the gates of the girl's school, and Nabiki headed toward it, taking hold of Ranma's arm to steer her along as well when it looked like she was going to keep on walking. "Come along, Saotome. You don't want to miss the whole day, do you?"

"I should be so lucky," Ranma groused under her breath.

Getting into the school proved a little harder than Nabiki had expected, however. One of the large burly gate guards held up her hand. "Sorry, girls. School's already started for the day. You know the rules, unless you have a note from your guardian or master, we can't let you in."

Nabiki was worried, though she didn't show it. As she'd told Ranma earlier, Happosai had been insistent. "But, the headmaster himself told Ranko she had to be here today," Nabiki argued.

"Then she should have been on time," The guard answered in a firm voice.

Nabiki startled as a warm hand cupped her bottom, a forefinger slipping into the crack of her ass. The feel was so familiar that for just a second she eased back against the hand, right until she remembered that the person who really owned that hand was currently female, and standing beside her, not behind. She was just about to jerk away from Ukyou when Ranma let out a strangled squawk of surprise and rose up on her tip-toes.

A glance to the side showed Nabiki the reason. Ukyo's hand had a firm grip on the waistband of Ranma's panties, and was giving her an atomic wedgie. The red-head was leaning forward, her arms whirling for balance. Ukyou kept up the pressure, stopping Ranma from getting her balance. It was a bit like having a tiger by the tail, part of Nabiki's mind noted. All well and fine, but sometime you were going to have to let go.

Ignoring Ranma's yelling, Ukyou gave the two gate guards a broad smile. "Sorry, It's all my fault. I just couldn't keep my hands off them this morning. And what with tying people to beds and twisting nipples, we ended up a little behind."

"Oh, well, if you vouch for them young master," one of the guards said, giggling a bit as she did so. "They can go right in. But, you should try to get them to school on time. After all, a good education can only improve their equity."

"You are so right, sugar. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Ukyou pulled his hand away from Ranma's panties and ducked the roundhouse kick she sent toward his head as he jogged toward the boy's gate. "Study hard, sis," he called over his shoulder. "You want to get a good price when we sell you, don't you?"

"She is so dead," Ranma fumed, taking a step toward Ukyo's retreating form, only to be brought up short by a firm hand taking hold of her pig-tail.

"Time for school, 'Ranko'," Nabiki said in a firm voice, dragging the annoyed red-head through the gates. "You can spar with your big brother after school." Nabiki smiled at the gate guards. "She's such a little tomboy."

"She'll grow out of it," the guard said with a laugh. She then spoke to Ranma. "And if you're Ranko, we have a message for you. You're to go to the office and take a placement test."

"I'm so going to kick her ass, tonight," Ranma.

"Yes, yes, you're a big tough martial artist. Now go take your test," Nabiki said, giving Ranma a shove toward the school building.

"Yea, yea, I'm going," Ranma said, giving Nabiki a wave over her shoulder. I'll see you at lunch, or earlier if I'm in your class."

Ranma nearly stomped as she walked toward the administration offices. If only Ukyou had been able to use the crystal to give her back her body, and get rid of this one for good and all. As much as she wanted to think otherwise, she didn't think Ukyou was lying when she said she had no idea of how to use the crystal to do something like that. She didn't even know how it had given her Ranma's male body in the first place.

Ranma was ready to admit, to herself, that she was not the most skilled lie detector in the world. But Nabiki was, and Ranma trusted her, at least in regards to Ukyou and her body. She's had a quick conversation with Nabiki while Ukyou had been changing, and Nabiki had been confident that Ukyou was telling the truth. Which sucked. She wanted her own body back, and she didn't want to trust Happosai to do it for her.

Ukyo's bouncy walk slowed as the girls vanished through the girl's gate. He turned to look with some trepidation toward the gate to the boys school. Ukyou had been raised in the mountains, and until she had come to the city had only seen five me, two if you didn't count crazy old Jack. Even after coming to the city, she hadn't seen that many men close up. She'd been living in the dorm at school, which was a no male zone. The official line was so the girls could focus on their studies, and increase their equity, making them attractive purchases. The reason the girl's subscribed to was that their teachers were dried up old bitches who didn't want them to enjoy themselves. The actual reason, was that the survival of any male who made it into the dorm would be seriously in question.

That policy had provided Ukyou with a ready supply of horny little reluctant virgins, and she'd appreciated it at the time, but now she was wishing she'd had a bit more experience with the male of the species.

"Oh, well, they'll all be in class by this time. I can take my time," Ukyou reassured himself as he walked up to the gate. A wave of sound almost drove him back as he turned into the school yard, and his eyes bulged. Everywhere he looked there were boys. Boys running, boys jumping, boys wrestling. It was a smorgasbord of male pulchritude.

Ukyou wasn't aware he was staring, and drooling a bit, till a loud, "ahem," yanked his eyes away from the scene in front of him down to a small boy, who couldn't have been much more than eight years old.

"Ukyou?" the boy said in a soft voice that would not carry past the two of them.

Ukyou blinked in surprise. "Sorry?" he asked, sure he must have misheard.

"I'm Conan, Master Happosai told me about your situation. Ranma is my friend, he thought it best if I knew the truth. I'll be happy to help you adjust." A glint showed in Conan's eyes. "After all, we wouldn't want anything to go wrong and prevent Ranma from getting his true body back."

There was a strong undertone to Conan's words that Ukyou didn't understand, but the important part to her, or him, was that he wasn't going to have to face that horde of yummy boys on his own.

"Oh, man, I think my head is going to explode," Ranma exclaimed theatrically as she slumped down beside Nabiki. The other girl was sitting on the grass under a spreading tree, several books open on the ground in front of her. She'd been reading one of them, while munching on the food in her bento when Ranma made her appearance.

"How awful for you, Saotome. Actually having to use your head for something besides stopping a punch."

"Hey, no one can land a punch to my head!" Ranma objected. She shoved a few books out of the way as she stretched out her legs. Unwrapping her own bento she dug in while continuing her complaints.

"I think they slipped my the wrong test or something. I hadn't even heard of some of the stuff they were asking about. What the heck if the Unified theory of Magic?"

Nabiki leaned forward, picked up one of the books Ranma had shoved aside, and plopped it on the redhead's lap. Ranma just barely moved her bento out of the way in time. "What'd you do that for," she complained. Nabiki didn't answer, just pointed to the chapter heading in front of Ranma, which read. "Introduction to basic magic."

Ranma's eyes widened, "Hey, you mean they teach magic here? Maybe I can learn a cure for my curse."

"Only basic theory, no practical, as near as I can tell. I believe there are special schools for those with a natural aptitude. Must not be that many who have it, however. From what I could learn there is only one school of magic."

"Where is it," Ranma looked up from where she'd been reading the first page.

"I didn't check out a map to make sure, but if I understand my latin, it's in the north of what we called England. A very underpopulated part of the world. They either don't want visitors, or they want to keep the mortality rate down when something goes wrong. Frankly, after what I've seen happen to you, I'd just as soon keep as far away from a school that teaches teenagers how to do real magic."

"Still . . ." Ranma said in a distracted voice as she flipped to the next page.

"Ranma-sama?" A hesitant voice asked.

Ranma looked up, and blinked in surprise. "Kodachi-chan, ahh, nice outfit." In truth, it was very minimum one. All Kodachi was wearing was a short skirt, and panties.

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Her eyes are a bit higher, Saotome," she drawled.

"Huh, oh, yeah," Ranma stammered, pulling her gaze away from Kodachi's bare breasts and moving her eyes up so she was looking the dark haired girl in the eyes.

"Any reason for the fashion statement?" Nabiki asked, crossing her fingers and hoping that the answer wasn't something she should have known.

Kodachi knelt down beside Ranma, bringing her breasts to within inches of the red-heads face. "Master Happosai said I had to let them get lots of fresh air after binding them up so cruelly for so long."

"Sounds like something the old freak would say," Ranma muttered, trying very hard not to stare at the lovely mammaries bobbing ever so slightly just a few short inches away.

"I just wanted to apologize again for my mistake, and to tell you that I'll do anything you ask to make it up too you," Kodachi said, leaning forward slightly so an engorged nipple very nearly brushed against Ranma's lips.

"How nice of you," Nabiki gushed, yanking Ranma's head out of the way so she could lean in close to Kodachi. "Do you have any milk?"

Ranma blushed red, while even Kodachi colored a bit. "Nabiki held up her bento. "To drink? I forgot to get some when I picked up lunch for my master and me."

"Lousy little punk!"

Happosai had been happily staring out of his office window at the crowd of lunch eating girls when those words caused him to glance over at where Hinako was marking Ranma's placement test. "Problem's Hinako-chan?"

"He's not taking us seriously. He thinks this is all a big joke," Hinako complained.

"And who would that be?"

"Saotome, of course," Hinako snapped, and then blushed as she remembered who she was talking to. "Forgive me, Master, I forgot myself. I was just angry at Saotome for treating this like a game."

"Ah, I see now why I didn't understand. You're talking about our new student. I thought you were talking about some boy."

Hinako opened her mouth to snap a reply, and shut it quickly. Happosai was an easy going master, but he would not hesitate to have her switched if he thought she'd benefit from it. She would not give any of her fellow slaves the satisfaction of seeing her disciplined. When she did speak, it was in a much more subservient tone. "Of course, master. I had forgotten. SHE, is not taking this seriously."

"How so?"

"Do you know a Christopher Columbus?"

Happosai thought for a moment, and then said, "Can't say the name rings any bells. Sounds northern barbarian, though."

"How surprising you haven't heard of him, as apparently he discovered the western lands, thinking they were India. Or so Mr... Miss Saotome, informs us in her test."

"Curious."

"It's rampant disrespect is what it is," Miss Hinako said, barely keeping a reign on her temper. I thought after he... she, did so well on the math section that she, might actually have some brains, but history, geography, all fantasy and make believe."

"Geography as well? Surprising given the traveling she has done."

"Oh, she seems to know where places are, but she insists of making up names for them. She does fine with the nearby areas like China and India, but once you go beyond those she does not even pretend to try, she simply makes names up out of thin air."

"Ah, well, IT seems she's going to have to start with the basics. Too bad, I had hoped Genma would have been more diligent in her schooling."

"Master, you don't understand," Hinako said very carefully. "It's not that I think she is ill educated, though she is that. What I fear is that she simply does not care, and will disrupt any class she is a part of, and keep her fellow students from learning."

Happosai shrugged. "Then you will have to see that she does not. You are the disciplinarian, after all."

"But, but, she's a boy, a master! I can't punish him like I do the girls."

"Really, Hinako-chan. I start to wonder about your own comprehension. Did I not tell you that there is no boy, only little Ranko-chan? Who is a girl, till circumstances change."

Hinako looked frustrated at her Master's lack of understanding, for about five seconds, at which point her eyes widened. "She is a girl. And should be treated as such?" she looked over at her master with a questioning expression.

"Of course. We don't have any special privileges here. All the girls are equal."

A broad smile appeared on Hinako's face. "That... puts a very different perspective on things, master," she said as she gathered up Ranma's test papers. "I'll see about placing her in a suitable class right after lunch." She left the room.

"I wonder if she'd be as happy at the moment if you told her you were considering giving her to Ranma as a present when he regains his manhood," a voice said from the shadows.

Happosai's eyes widened in surprise and he sprang from his at the figure emerging from the shadow's. "Welcome home..."

"Welcome home, Cologne-chan," Happosai cried out in joy, which changed to a strangled_ "erk" as he came to a screeching halt in mid-air. "Cologne-chan, how could you be so cruel?" he wailed. "How can you deny your loving master the sight of your true body?"

Cologne emerged from the shadows with a low laugh. "What, you don't like the mature look, Happy?" Several inches shorter than Happosai, she had long gray hair and the wrinkled face befitting someone who had celebrated her three hundredth birthday. In the old days, before the plague, her appearance would have placed her around fifty or sixty.

Happy stood a few feet from Cologne, his eyes large and glistening with unshed tears. "Please, Cologne-chan," he pleaded.

Cologne shook her head. "You are such a hypocritical old goat, Happy. I don't look any older than you. If I can love your wrinkly old butt, why can't you live with my saggy old tits?"

"It's not my wrinkly old butt you love," Happosai retorted. "And what you do love isn't at all saggy. And it's not going to be making an appearance while you look like that."

Cologne gave the appearance of thinking about it. "Well, it has been a while."

"Try half-a-year."

"That long? My, how time flies when you're having fun."

"Happosai snorted, "As if you could have fun hanging out with those power-crazy bitches."

"Shame on you, Happy. Those power-crazy bitches are my Amazon sisters." Her expression sobered and she said. "They're getting worse, Happy. It was bad enough when they were out to conquer the world. That at least was a goal a warrior could respect. But, now they are consumed with petty internal power and position. They are lost in the daily pursuit of their own pleasure and status. I doubt there are a handful of true amazons left. And even my seniors don't give more than lip service to our true reason for existing. If the queen of the moon should return in this age we will be unable to fulfil our purpose. I wouldn't trust my sisters to guard a rock, let alone the Queen-Over-All."

Happosai stepped in and gave her a hug. "Don't worry, Colon-chan. I've found you lots of students. You can create a new imperial guard right here.

Happosai grunted as Cologne gave him a punch under the short ribs. "I told you not to call me that, Happy," she said, but without heat. She leaned her head on his shoulder and gave a sigh. "I hope you're right, master," she said. As she relaxed into his hug, her body shifted, growing straighter and taller. Her hair darkened, turning from gray to a lustrous dark mahogany brown. Her breasts seemed to swell like balloons, and a few seconds later Happosai's face was buried in a cleavage that put that of his other slave girls to shame."

"I've missed you, Cologne-chan," Happosai said in a muffled voice.

"And I've missed this, Master," Cologne said, pushing her thigh against the large bulge between Happosai's legs.

"Well, why don't I re-introduce you," Happosai said in a husky voice. His finger's slipped over Cologne's shoulders and her dress slipped from her body, puddling around her ankles. Happosai nuzzled her large breasts happily, kissing her erect nipples and drawing them into his mouth. His hands cupped her firm ass, pulling her tight against his body as he pressed the bulge in his pants against her shaven pussy.

Only his clothes separated them. Cologne ran her fingers over his back her razor sharp fingernails sliced the fabric of his garments, causing them to join her own on the floor. Happosai's body was old, but old in the manner of an oak tree. Scarred and weathered, but powerful and enduring. He slipped down suddenly and with a tug, slung Cologne over his shoulder. "You've been neglecting you master for far too long you naughty slave," he said, giving Cologne's ass a firm swat. Bouncing her on his shoulder playfully, he headed for their private bed-chamber.

"Here!" Kuno yelled as he leap high in the air. His arms slashed downward as he swung the lacrosse stick in his hands toward Ukyou, who was standing well up the field. Ukyou looked over his shoulder at Kuno's shout and jumped while extending his own net-stick high above his head.

Focusing, Ukyou managed to snag the ball out of the air, and in the same motion that had propelled him upward he lashed out with his stick, aiming for an empty corner of the goal net. "Shit," he swore as the ball released. He'd overcompensated for his greater reach again. Instead of zipping toward the target he'd selected, the hard rubber ball was going to land ten feet short, and a good four feet out of line with the net.

As Ukyou touched down, a look of chagrin on his face, fate stepped in. The ball struck a rut in the ground that bounced it off on an angle, directly at the target Ukyou had been trying for. The goalie, drawn out position by Ukyo's throw, was caught flat footed and could only watch in dismay as the ball screamed into the net scoring the winning goal. "Shit," he cursed, throwing down his stick as the timekeeper blew his whistle.

Jubilant team-mates converged on Ukyou, and he found himself being in the middle of a crowd of sweaty teen-age boys. In the forefront of them all was Kuno. "By the gods, Saotome. I swear your skill doth approach mine own. Never can I remember seeing such a skilled shot performed by one not myself! He accompanied his words by grabbing Ukyou around the waist and hoisting him high in the air in a victory hug. Giving the girl turned boy a good squeeze, Kuno let him back down and slung a companionable arm over Ukyo's shoulder. "To the showers," he cried. "To the victors goes first turn." He marched toward the locker rooms, dragging a not unwilling Ukyou along.

For his part, Ukyou was flushed with something other than the joy of victory. Kuno's body was a warm presence alongside his own. He looped his own arm around Kuno, letting his hand rest against the small of the older boy's back. The fingers on his splayed hand started to slip down the back of Kuno's shorts, when a sudden stinging pain caused him to yank them back.

Cradling his stinging hand, Ukyou glared at Conan as the other boys moved on ahead of him. "What'd you do that for?" he demanded of the eight year old.

"Were you about to cop a feel of Kuno-sempai's ass?"

Ukyou blinked, surprised at the question. "Well, yeah, so what?"

"That is so wrong, in so many ways. You can't do that sort of thing. Do you want to have everyone thinking Ranma is homosexual?"

Ukyou looked at Conan in honest puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

"Boys don't get involved with other boys that way," Conan explained. He could have gone on to explain that it was a strong cultural taboo created by the absolute need for every fertile male on the planet to breed as many woman as he could. But Conan had learned that people tended to zone out when lectured by a kid. They got so caught up in the fact that it was a kid talking to them, that they discounted the actual information. It was far better to keep things on a very simple level. The only reason he felt he could influence Ukyou at all was because while he looked young, he had at least been a male a lot longer than Ukyou had been.

Conan's words had jogged Ukyo's memories, and he remembered his aunt and mom talking about men getting it on together. As he recalled, the conversation had been sparked by news that a pair of men had settled a couple of mountains over. Seemed that while many of the local women had approached them for a little action, some of them walking miles to do so, the men had much preferred their own company. Ukyou hadn't really been interested at the time, but the memory of her aunt and mom derision for the two males had stuck.

Being much more interested now, by virtue of being grown, and currently male, she asked Conan, "How come."

Conan was a bit surprised to be consulted. Usually he had to carefully slip in information from the background. He pushed his glasses back up his nose with a forefinger while considering how to answer. Best to keep in as simple as can be and appeal to Ukyo's honor. "It is just not done," he said firmly. "Trust me. Ranma will be very unhappy if you give him a reputation for liking other boys."

"Really?" Ukyou said in a disappointed voice. It just wasn't fair. Ranma could make out like a bandit with all the girls on the other side of the wall, and Ukyou couldn't even touch one of the boys who were all going to waste on this side.

"That doesn't seem fair," he argued. "Depriving the boys of a little fun. What are they supposed to do when they feel horny."

Conan shrugged and pointed toward the gates. "Take a walk down the street. They won't get very far before they meet some lady more than eager to help them find relief." He grinned, and added, "Property values around the school have gone up a dozen fold since it was built."

"What, just walk out the gate? The school just lets them do that?"

Again Conan shrugged. "Yes. They are here on a voluntary basis. They are free to come or go as they please."

Ukyou looked offended for a moment, but then he shrugged in turn. "I guess I can understand. Men don't really have to do anything important, other than making babies. No point in straining their minds."

"It's not like that," Conan protested, but Ukyou attention had wandered. Kuno had shouted out to him from the entrance to the locker room. To come before the hot water was all gone.

Ukyou hurried toward Kuno, for two reasons. One, the last thing he, or rather the real Ranma, needed, was for Ukyou to change into a girl in front of a room of boys. For her part, Ukyou would not mind that in the least. The other thing was that while maybe he couldn't touch, nothing said he couldn't look."

Several minutes later Ukyou was indeed looking, and enjoying it very much. Everywhere his eyes looked there were naked boys. Tall one, short ones, wide ones, not to mention long ones, thick ones, bent ones. If not for the hot water streaming over his head Ukyou would very likely have been visibly drooling. The selection was so mouth watering. He was overwhelmed with a desire to see how the taste compared to that of a freshly showered girl.

Unfortunately, Ukyou had failed to consider that his current body was not nearly as well equipped to hide his interest. "Would you get a look at that," Hiroshi said in awe. The direction of his gaze drew Ukyo's attention to his own middle, where his cock was fully, and impressively, erect. Before his talk with Conan, Ukyou would have used Hiroshi's attention as the start of something. Now, however, he was flustered, caught between his natural inclinations, and the need to protect Ranma's reputation.

"Whoa, yea, you're right, Hiroshi," Daisuke chimed in. "I bet I know what you're thinking of," he chanted teasingly at Ukyou.

"Ahhhh, Well, it's not . . ."

"Sheesh, that's no brainer, Dai," Hiroshi said with derision. In the meantime all the other boys in the locker room had noticed the situation. Having all those good looking studs checking him out, only made Ukyou stiffer.

"Yea, if I had a slave and sister as hot as Ranma does, I'd be walking around with permanent wood all the time myself," one of the other boys said.

"Huh? Oh! Right. Yea, Nabiki's hot stuff, and Ranko is as tasty a little bundle as I've ever tried," Ukyou confirmed, relaxing as he moved into more familiar room. Locker room talk about the attributes of girls was something he was familiar with.

"God, that's sweet. Imagine having a sister the same age as you," one of the boys commented. "My sister is forty years older than me. She might as well not even be related to me."

"So how is your sister? Do you think she might be up for sale anytime soon? What are her talents? I bet I could get a loan from my dad if she's a good investment?"

Ukyo's head moved back and forth as numerous boys fired questions at him. Until Hiroshi interrupted. "People, people, this is all very interesting, but right now we have something more important to do. I think we may have a challenger to the champ here."

"Hey, yeah. He's right. He's is pretty darn big. No way, he's no match for the champ. Got five that says he is. You're on. I'll take some of that action. No way, you still owe me for that noodle bun the other day."

"Get over here, Jeremy, and let's settle this," Daisuke called out, interrupting the arguing and bookmaking.

A dark skinned boy, who clearly had several ancestors from the eastern continent stepped through the crowd of boys. A good six inches taller than Ukyou, he was one of the biggest boys in the room. Ukyo's eyes flicked down, and noticed that he might be the biggest in fact, depending on which direction you measured.

"Come on, Jeremy, start thinking about the girl's gym coach, and the last time she sneaked in to see you," Hiroshi said encouragingly.

Jeremy grinned. His hand slipped down and he started stroking his own cock. "That is one crazy lady," he said. His cock stiffened as he talked and stroked, and soon was standing proudly erect.

"Tape, tape, tape, tape," the boys all shouted and with a show of great ceremony one of the boys stepped forward holding a cloth tape outstretched in his hands.

"Captain. If you would do the honors." Hiroshi said, taking the tape from the boy and holding it out to Kuno.

"Most certainly," Kuno agreed. "I have said all along that Saotome is a most outstanding man. Now we shall see if he is the most outstanding off all."

Ukyou was flushed red and had to keep a tight control over himself as Kuno with much ceremony stretched the tape along the top of his erection. He gave a sigh of relief, and maybe regret, when Kuno moved on to Jeremy.

"Alas, it would seem that Saotome falls short, by a mere quarter of an inch," Kuno finally said.

"Shit! Hah! Pay up, sucker. Wait, big isn't just length. I'm sure he's fatter than Jeremy. Let's measure that. Forget it, loser. Pay up now."

The crowd of boys around Ukyou broke up and with some relief he quickly finished his shower and got dressed. He didn't know how much longer he could stand being around all these boys, and especially that Jeremy, without doing something. Thank god he'd have No-chan to help him find some relief when he got home.