A tall, dark-haired woman walked in to the main room
of the bar section of Club Luna and stretched
languidly with a small smile on her face. It was
about time for a good vacation back among the teeming
mortal masses. She strode through the main room,
appreciating the looks she was drawing from the
assorted women in the bar. Aside from the woman with
the blood-red hair in the manager's uniform behind the
bar.
She expected that however, the facial markings made
her stand out almost as much as her hair. And Hecate
had always given the impression that she was inured to
the shocks of physical beauty. Being the daughter of
the Lord of the Dead must have had something to do
with it. What was unusal was that the woman's gaze
was directed toward a specific spot.
The dark-haired woman turned to follow the path of
Hecate's gaze and finally settled on a young "woman"
with died green hair sitting at the bar. She frowned
as she recognized an aura about her and started to
make a beeline for her. She was surprised to be
stopped by the woman with blood red hair, not even
having seen her move.
"That isn't a woman, Hecate" the dark haired woman
said softly in ancient greek. "That's someone that
fell in a pool from my grove."
"I know," Hecate replied, ignoring the other woman's
expression of disbelief. "Special case, Artemis."
"What kind of special case," Artemis asked.
"He's hurt," Hecate said. "In a way I haven't been
able to check yet. We're goddesses, we're supposed to
be easing human suffering, I'd say he was brought for
a reason. Other than that however..."
"What else?" Artemis asked. "Is his curse locked so
he's permanently a girl?"
"No," Hecate said. "He's Kishijoten's descendant, if
you can't see the resemblance, and remember who holds
the lease on this place."
"He stays," Artemis ascertained reluctantly. Hecate
smiled.
"I thought I'd have to engage in drastic measures for
a moment," Hecate said. "I'd love to stay here with
you, but I have duties to attend to. I'll see you
when you get home." She kissed Artemis on the cheek
and started to fade into the crowd.
"What do you mean by drastic measures?" Artemis
asked, grumbling as Hecate had already vanished.
Having a medium like crowds made for some confusing
exits at times. All of Hecate's family was like that,
coming and going silently. Here one minute gone the
next, no fanfare or lights, just, poof. Though
Artemis could have sworn she'd caught the edge of a
smile before Hecate vanished completely.
*****
"It's better this way, Ranma," Akane said, with a
radiant smile as she stroked Ranma's hair. Ranma
sighed as that hand stroked down to her face.
"Kind of crowded tonight, isn't it?"
*****
"Huh?" Ranma said, snapping out of her memories with
a shiver and turning to look at her side. One of the
other women was talking to her. "What did you say?"
"I asked if you thought it was pretty crowded
tonight," the woman said.
"I've never been here before," Ranma answered. "I
wouldn't know."
"Oh," the woman said. She was just a few years older
than Ranma, with hair so black that Ranma thought it
must have been dyed just like her own green hair. "I
thought I'd seen you here before. Good to know."
"Huh, why?" Ranma asked.
"I really wouldn't have liked to overlook such a
beauty as you," she said, reaching out to brush at a
lock of Ranma's hair. A fingernail trailed along her
forehead. Ranma gasped and swallowed looking into the
woman's eyes. She looked away and missed the slight
shift of Ranma's pupils, and they'd shifted back by
the time the woman had turned back. "This is a good
song, want to come dancing."
"Umm, no that's fine," Ranma said.
"You're new at this, aren't you, honey?" the woman
asked with a knowing grin. Ranma's blank, confused
stare was answer enough for her. "I'll give you some
time to get used to the place. I'm Keiko."
"Ranma," Ranma answered.
"Well," Keiko stood up and leaned forward torward
Ranma. "I'll see you later, Ranma." She brushed over
Ranma's hand, smiling at the flinch, and then vanished
into the dance crowd. Ranma turned back to face front
and shivered.
"What was that about," she asked herself.
"Are you going to order anything?' the bartender
asked. She was a dark-haired woman with facial
tattoos that was scowling down at him.
"Just a soda, please," Ranma said, looking rather
nervous at the sight of an angry woman.
"What brings you to this place?" the bartender asked,
and Ranma still hadn't noticed that she was wearing a
manager's business suit rather than a front room
uniform. A silvery sparkle seemed to surround the
woman, and for some reason, Ranma felt she should be
honest with her.
"Nabiki says to relax and forget about Akane," Ranma
said. "She thinks Akane's gonna hurt me or something,
or that I'll end up like Kodachi."
"Like Kodachi?" the woman repeated. Ranma nodded.
*****
"OHHHH, HO HO HO HO HO!!!" a strange winged figure
declared as it landed in the Tendo courtyard.
She turned her face, adorned with a pair of small
black horns curling out of her forehead. Her jet
black hair and eyes, as well as the horns and wings,
contrasted wonderfully with the alabaster skin and
bright white teeth with pointed canines. She was
wearing a modified version of her St. Hebereke's
outfit. Designed to fit the wings, which had come back
unlooked for.
"Oh, Nabiki Tendo, where is the mistress." Nabiki
and Kasumi were staring at Kodachi in stark terror.
"What happened to you?" Nabiki demanded, blinking her
eyes. "When did you change back!?"
"Isn't it magnificient?!" Kodachi asked. "I found a
mage who was willing and capable of again giving me
that form with which the Mistress graced me!" Kodachi
flapped her bat wings and sighed pleasantly as she
gazed heavenward. A look of relief passed both
Tendos' faces. "I could provide you with the address
if you would like..."
"No!" both elder Tendos declared.
"I mean..." Kasumi said. "That is to say that I
prefer my current, human, flesh and blood body."
"I'd rather not be nature-girl again," Nabiki added.
Kasumi looked over the almost not there outfit Nabiki
was wearing, and considered the almost not there
outfit she'd given Ranma. But she didn't say
anything.
"As you wish," Kodachi said, shrugging with a
confused look on her face. "Is the mistress here?"
"She is..." Kasumi started as Kodachi passed a small
stack of bills to Nabiki who started counting them.
"...upstairs in her room, doing homework," Nabiki
said.
"Nabiki!" Kasumi gasped.
"Thank you, Nabiki Tendo, now I must attend to the
mistress," Kodachi said as she headed for the stairs.
"Mistress Tendo! Your loyal and competent slave has
come to attend to your will!"
"AHHH!!!" Akane shouted from upstairs while Nabiki
and Kasumi stared up. "NABIKI!!! You told her where I
was again!!!"
"Have I displeased you, mistress?" Kodachi shouted.
"You must discipline me immediately."
"How'd you get the bloody wings back!!?!!"
There was a crash that had to be Akane jumping out
her window since she landed in the courtyard and took
off running, a flying succubus close behind her
professing her undying devotion to her mistress, and
carrying an overnight bag in one hand and a pair of
cuffs in the other.
"I suppose this means she'll miss dinner," Kasumi
said.
"I'd credit Akane's protests a lot more if she didn't
still have that bag in her room," Nabiki thought, not
saying it outloud to avoid getting into another
argument with her elder sister.
*****
"Yeah," Ranma said. "Followin' Akane around like
little puppy an' stuff. Nabiki don't understand me
and Koda-chan, she just got kissed." Her voice
started to get dreamy. "She doesn't know what it was
like...how SHE made us feel..." Ranma's head started
to loll to the side and her eyes almost faded into
space before she flinched and shook her head. "Even
knowin' better, even when Akane's just Akane
again...Nabiki can be angry at her...I can't be...I
don't think I ever can be again. Don't know why I'm
telling ya this."
The bartender's hard face softened fractionally and
she handed Ranma a large glass of soda. Ranma almost
thought he saw a flash of light or something as the
woman's hand passed over the cup, but he had to have
been seeing things.
"Perhaps it is just being a bartender," the woman
said. "We're supposed to provoke a desire to talk."
"Thought that was the alcohol that did that," Ranma
muttered.
*****
"I found toy number one for this evening," Keiko
whispered in English to her dance partner. The other
was a gaijin woman, a bleached-blonde aerobics
bombshell.
"Really?" the blonde asked, slipping her hand over
Keiko's rear end. "Where?"
"At the bar, Sara," Keiko said. "Green hair, about
twenty years old."
"Mmmm," Sara said looking in that direction and
catching a brief glimpse through the crowd of people.
"Nice figure."
"Very sensitive," Keiko said, smiling. "Shy,
innocent, first timer. Probably not even completely
out of the closet yet."
"She'll break easy," Sara said reluctantly. "But
cherries are rare to find. Now we need someone a
little more domineering for number two."
"Shouldn't take too long," Keiko smiled.
*****
"Please don't make a scene, Ayeka," Kiyone said.
"Minagi and I would like to be able to come back here
again."
"Make a scene?" Ayeka repeated. She was dressed in a
long, blue silk party dress with sphaghetti straps.
It was hugging her body rather tightly, but it covered
what she felt needed covering. "How can I possibly
make any more of scene out of this situation?"
"By yelling and screaming and loudly berating
everyone you see," Kiyone said.
"I rarely behave this way, is that not right Minagi?"
Ayeka asked, turning to the other girl.
"Ano, please don't ask me to take sides here," Minagi
said quietly.
"Let's just go in and get on to having fun," Kiyone
said. "Or at least, tolerating fun."
"Hmph," Ayeka said.
"Kiyo, Mina," the doorwoman said as Kiyone and Minagi
came to the door. "Good to see you again, who's your
friend?"
"Aunty Ayeka," Minagi said dryly. "Kiyo-chan thought
it would be a good idea to bring her with us this
time." The doorwoman nodded understandingly, as in
she saw it was obvious that Minagi did not truly agree
with her girlfriend, and let them in.
"I think there's a few tables empty," she said as
they passed her. Ayeka passed, hmphing. After they
were inside she mumbled something that sounded
sarcastically. "They look so cute when they're being
jerks."
*****
"Well, I don't see a table," Kiyone said. "Minagi?"
"I'm looking," she said. "Let me make a circuit and
get right back."
She vanished from sight as she teleported further on.
Ayeka started to protest, but Kiyone cut her off.
Truly, with the loud music, flashing lights and crowds
of people it was hardly possible to notice Minagi's
mode of transportation if you weren't looking for it.
She finally appeared, standing on a table Ayeka
noticed with a disapproving frown, and waving them
over.
"She found one," Kiyone said. "Let's go meet her."
"Fine," Ayeka said in a long suffering tone. She
glanced around the room a little more closely, eyes
wide as she looked around at the women dancing
together, or engaging in light cuddling. Here and
there an inebriated couple, or perhaps they were just
full of each other, were kissing passionately,
possibly in preparation of retiring to an apartment or
room.
It was not, as Ayeka had expected to find, wall to
wall sex between women with perversity being the
standing theme. In fact, it was very like what she
expected from a normal bar. Only there were no men
inside.
"How very...interesting," Ayeka said, looking
decidedly more confused than interested.
*****
"Mmmm," Sara said. "I want her." She pointed to
where Ayeka had walked in.
"She's coming in with that cop and her girlfriend,"
Keiko said. "But maybe we can get her on her own.
Are you sure?"
"Oh yes," Sara said. "She'll be fun toy for this
weekend. The perfect companion piece to your quiet
little piece of fluff at the bar."
*****
Meanwhile back in Nerima, Akane was trying to catch
her breath, hiding in a corner of the closed Furinkan
gym.
"I think I lost her," she sighed in relief. Which
was about when something black and white tackled her.
"MISTRESS!" Kodachi declared with glee. "I found
you!!"
"Oh for goodness sake!" Akane declared. "Kodachi!
Let go of me!" She fought her way out of Kodachi's
grips and started to leave.
"Please, mistress," Kodachi said. Akane froze, the
despair was clear in Kodachi's voice.
She remembered hearing it from Ranma the last time
she spoke to him. Coming from Kodachi it had a little
more effect for some reason. She refused to believe
that it was because Ranma had broken the lilin sphere.
She certainly couldn't be angry at him for giving her
soul back and for taking away her sl...that demon.
She sighed and looked back at Kodachi gazing at her
hopefully from on her knees, wings drooping.
"I'm your mistress, right?" Akane demanded. Kodachi
nodded eagerly. "Then I command you to..." Kodachi
slumped again and Akane could just see the thoughts
going through her head.
~She's going to send me away like she did Ranma,~
Kodachi was thinking. Akane assumed so, and her will
faltered. Life was getting more and more frustrating,
and just breaking bricks wasn't helping anymore.
Besides, it was rather intoxicating to have Kodachi,
of all people, waiting on her every whim. Did she
really want to give that up? And all she had to do to
keep was treat Kodachi like a sex toy every so often
when the "slave" urge came over her.
It wasn't that she enjoyed bossing anyone around, it
was just...well, it was a game, right? Kodachi played
it. Nevermind that Kodachi had had the game pretty
much hard-wired into her, and wasn't as mentally
resilient as Ranma. It was just a game.
"Give me the bag," Akane said finally. Kodachi
squealed in delight and hopped up to give Akane the
bag. Akane instantly flashed a fist out to strike
Kodachi's face and send her sprawling to the ground.
"I didn't say you could stand up, now just sit there
like a good slave and wait for me."
"Hai, mistress," Kodachi said cheerfully. Akane
paused for a moment and pulled down from the persona
of the mistress for a moment.
"Uhh...Kodachi," she said. "Do you remember how to
bind the wings?"
"Uhhh..." Kodachi paused in thought.
"Oh, forget it," Akane said. She set down the bag
and strode over to Kodachi purposefully.
Kodachi had to time to blink before she was roughly
picked up from the ground and kissed hard as Akane
started stripping off her clothes. Her wings
fluttered as Akane pulled her in to a firm embrace.
She was about to return the hug when she felt the cuff
go around her wrists and lock them behind her back.
"Now, let's see what the little demoness is hiding
under all these clothes," Akane said, smiling down at
Kodachi. Kodachi took in a breath and then felt a
hand over her mouth. "No noise, Kodachi, but
then...you have difficulty with that don't you?
Better get something else."
She stood up dragging Kodachi up with her by the
handcuffs and walked back to the bag, kneeling down,
taking Kodachi with her, she searched through the bag
until she found a ball gag and fitted the
succubus-look-alike with it.
"There we go," Akane said sunnily. "No noise now,
right Kodachi?" Kodachi shook her head. "I can't
hear you, what did you say?"
Kodachi shook her head again, and seemed to be trying
to talk around the gag. Akane slapped her and then
tsked with her finger.
"I said no noise?" Akane said. "Right?" Kodachi
froze, looking uncertain. Akane slapped her again.
"Well, did I say no noise? Yes or no?" Kodachi
nodded. "Is that yes, I said no noise, or yes you
should make noise."
Kodachi blinked and tried to think of how to answer
the question. In her hesitation, Akane slapped her
again. There was a sharp pain in her chest as well,
but that had been there since before they started, and
she faded it out of the background.
"Well," Akane said. "Answer me. Should you make
noise?" Kodachi very slowly shook her head and then
squinted her eyes. "Good, now we can get started."
There was a slight look of disappoint in Kodachi's
face for a moment. Then Akane was slipping a hand
under her skirt and caressing her. Kodachi closed her
eyes and moaned pleasantly. Her eyes jerked open when
Akane pulled back hard on her ponytail.
"No noise, Koda-chan," Akane said, smiling. "Until I
tell you otherwise." So saying Akane bent down to
kiss the hollow of Kodachi's throat, pulling down
firmly on her ponytail until that hand was also
supporting the winged girl's back. Akane was still
running fingers over the cloth of Kodachi's panties,
at least until she ripped them off and entered
Kodachi.
The gymnast bit down hard on the ball in her mouth to
avoid making any sort of noise as Akane vigorously
struck her fingers into the gymnast and applied them
skillfully. Not as skillfully as the demon had when
Akane had been possessed, but she was getting better.
Kodachi liked Akane better this way anyway. If the
demon came back, she'd be at her call instantly, but
Kodachi hoped it never came back. And she hoped Akane
stayed her mistress.
Akane brought her closer and closer to release until
she was on the very edge and then, suddenly. Akane
stopped and pulled away from Kodachi.
"Well, it's obvious you're not interested in this,"
Akane said. "You're making absolutely no noise."
Kodachi stared at Akane and pleaded with her eyes
desparately. "I can't understand you with that thing
your mouth, Kodachi." Akane reached over and undid
the ball gag.
"Please, mistress," Kodachi said instantly. "Please
I'll..." Akane slapped her.
"I didn't say you could make any noise yet," Akane
said. Kodachi paused, looking at Akane's smirking
face as the girl reached a hand back to rub at her ass
and the other began to undo buttons on her shirt.
"NOW you can make noise, and it had better be a lot of
noise."
"Hai, mistress," Kodachi said. Then Akane was
pleasuring her again and Kodachi turned all her focus
to her mistress's edict. And the gym rang with her
cries.
Finally, the cuffs undone and thrown next to the bag
with the ball gag, Kodachi was curled up next to
Akane, their clothes tossed around the gym. The girl
was smiling quietly as she lay against her mistress,
entangled with her.
~I'm not a pervert,~ Akane thought to herself.
~This'll go away soon it's just sort of left over from
the possession, has to be. I'm not a pervert. There
is no way I could enjoy this. Kodachi and I will be
back to hating each other's guts soon.~
"Thank you, mistress," Kodachi whispered quietly,
half-asleep. Akane stroked her hair and nodded.
Akane frowned as she noted a bruise that she had not
given Kodachi.
"Where'd you get this?" Akane asked, fingering it
carefully. It was just under Kodachi's breasts, she
had not noticed it before, she'd been sort of
distracted.
"My brother, seems to believe that this body is more
than just a physical form," Kodachi said. "He
believes that I am responsible for corrupting you and
Ranma-chan. It is nothing, mistress."
"Kodachi, how could you want to anything with this?"
Akane asked, concerned. "Your ribs are cracked."
"I am fine mistress," Kodachi assured her. "I wanted
to show you my new body."
"Kodachi," Akane said, sitting up. "Take care of
yourself first. Come on, we're going to see Dr. Tofu
and then we're having a talk with your brother."
"My brother is not very talkative right now," Kodachi
said, smiling darkly. "You might say he's sort of
tied up at the moment. I'm sure Mr. Turtle is keeping
him company however. Really, mistress, he has done
worse to me when we're sparring."
"Okay," Akane said, still only vaguely used to
Kodachi's concept of pain as something to be enjoyed.
"But we're still going to Dr. Tofu's." Kodachi opened
her mouth. "That's an order."
"As you wish, mistress," Kodachi said.
of the bar section of Club Luna and stretched
languidly with a small smile on her face. It was
about time for a good vacation back among the teeming
mortal masses. She strode through the main room,
appreciating the looks she was drawing from the
assorted women in the bar. Aside from the woman with
the blood-red hair in the manager's uniform behind the
bar.
She expected that however, the facial markings made
her stand out almost as much as her hair. And Hecate
had always given the impression that she was inured to
the shocks of physical beauty. Being the daughter of
the Lord of the Dead must have had something to do
with it. What was unusal was that the woman's gaze
was directed toward a specific spot.
The dark-haired woman turned to follow the path of
Hecate's gaze and finally settled on a young "woman"
with died green hair sitting at the bar. She frowned
as she recognized an aura about her and started to
make a beeline for her. She was surprised to be
stopped by the woman with blood red hair, not even
having seen her move.
"That isn't a woman, Hecate" the dark haired woman
said softly in ancient greek. "That's someone that
fell in a pool from my grove."
"I know," Hecate replied, ignoring the other woman's
expression of disbelief. "Special case, Artemis."
"What kind of special case," Artemis asked.
"He's hurt," Hecate said. "In a way I haven't been
able to check yet. We're goddesses, we're supposed to
be easing human suffering, I'd say he was brought for
a reason. Other than that however..."
"What else?" Artemis asked. "Is his curse locked so
he's permanently a girl?"
"No," Hecate said. "He's Kishijoten's descendant, if
you can't see the resemblance, and remember who holds
the lease on this place."
"He stays," Artemis ascertained reluctantly. Hecate
smiled.
"I thought I'd have to engage in drastic measures for
a moment," Hecate said. "I'd love to stay here with
you, but I have duties to attend to. I'll see you
when you get home." She kissed Artemis on the cheek
and started to fade into the crowd.
"What do you mean by drastic measures?" Artemis
asked, grumbling as Hecate had already vanished.
Having a medium like crowds made for some confusing
exits at times. All of Hecate's family was like that,
coming and going silently. Here one minute gone the
next, no fanfare or lights, just, poof. Though
Artemis could have sworn she'd caught the edge of a
smile before Hecate vanished completely.
*****
"It's better this way, Ranma," Akane said, with a
radiant smile as she stroked Ranma's hair. Ranma
sighed as that hand stroked down to her face.
"Kind of crowded tonight, isn't it?"
*****
"Huh?" Ranma said, snapping out of her memories with
a shiver and turning to look at her side. One of the
other women was talking to her. "What did you say?"
"I asked if you thought it was pretty crowded
tonight," the woman said.
"I've never been here before," Ranma answered. "I
wouldn't know."
"Oh," the woman said. She was just a few years older
than Ranma, with hair so black that Ranma thought it
must have been dyed just like her own green hair. "I
thought I'd seen you here before. Good to know."
"Huh, why?" Ranma asked.
"I really wouldn't have liked to overlook such a
beauty as you," she said, reaching out to brush at a
lock of Ranma's hair. A fingernail trailed along her
forehead. Ranma gasped and swallowed looking into the
woman's eyes. She looked away and missed the slight
shift of Ranma's pupils, and they'd shifted back by
the time the woman had turned back. "This is a good
song, want to come dancing."
"Umm, no that's fine," Ranma said.
"You're new at this, aren't you, honey?" the woman
asked with a knowing grin. Ranma's blank, confused
stare was answer enough for her. "I'll give you some
time to get used to the place. I'm Keiko."
"Ranma," Ranma answered.
"Well," Keiko stood up and leaned forward torward
Ranma. "I'll see you later, Ranma." She brushed over
Ranma's hand, smiling at the flinch, and then vanished
into the dance crowd. Ranma turned back to face front
and shivered.
"What was that about," she asked herself.
"Are you going to order anything?' the bartender
asked. She was a dark-haired woman with facial
tattoos that was scowling down at him.
"Just a soda, please," Ranma said, looking rather
nervous at the sight of an angry woman.
"What brings you to this place?" the bartender asked,
and Ranma still hadn't noticed that she was wearing a
manager's business suit rather than a front room
uniform. A silvery sparkle seemed to surround the
woman, and for some reason, Ranma felt she should be
honest with her.
"Nabiki says to relax and forget about Akane," Ranma
said. "She thinks Akane's gonna hurt me or something,
or that I'll end up like Kodachi."
"Like Kodachi?" the woman repeated. Ranma nodded.
*****
"OHHHH, HO HO HO HO HO!!!" a strange winged figure
declared as it landed in the Tendo courtyard.
She turned her face, adorned with a pair of small
black horns curling out of her forehead. Her jet
black hair and eyes, as well as the horns and wings,
contrasted wonderfully with the alabaster skin and
bright white teeth with pointed canines. She was
wearing a modified version of her St. Hebereke's
outfit. Designed to fit the wings, which had come back
unlooked for.
"Oh, Nabiki Tendo, where is the mistress." Nabiki
and Kasumi were staring at Kodachi in stark terror.
"What happened to you?" Nabiki demanded, blinking her
eyes. "When did you change back!?"
"Isn't it magnificient?!" Kodachi asked. "I found a
mage who was willing and capable of again giving me
that form with which the Mistress graced me!" Kodachi
flapped her bat wings and sighed pleasantly as she
gazed heavenward. A look of relief passed both
Tendos' faces. "I could provide you with the address
if you would like..."
"No!" both elder Tendos declared.
"I mean..." Kasumi said. "That is to say that I
prefer my current, human, flesh and blood body."
"I'd rather not be nature-girl again," Nabiki added.
Kasumi looked over the almost not there outfit Nabiki
was wearing, and considered the almost not there
outfit she'd given Ranma. But she didn't say
anything.
"As you wish," Kodachi said, shrugging with a
confused look on her face. "Is the mistress here?"
"She is..." Kasumi started as Kodachi passed a small
stack of bills to Nabiki who started counting them.
"...upstairs in her room, doing homework," Nabiki
said.
"Nabiki!" Kasumi gasped.
"Thank you, Nabiki Tendo, now I must attend to the
mistress," Kodachi said as she headed for the stairs.
"Mistress Tendo! Your loyal and competent slave has
come to attend to your will!"
"AHHH!!!" Akane shouted from upstairs while Nabiki
and Kasumi stared up. "NABIKI!!! You told her where I
was again!!!"
"Have I displeased you, mistress?" Kodachi shouted.
"You must discipline me immediately."
"How'd you get the bloody wings back!!?!!"
There was a crash that had to be Akane jumping out
her window since she landed in the courtyard and took
off running, a flying succubus close behind her
professing her undying devotion to her mistress, and
carrying an overnight bag in one hand and a pair of
cuffs in the other.
"I suppose this means she'll miss dinner," Kasumi
said.
"I'd credit Akane's protests a lot more if she didn't
still have that bag in her room," Nabiki thought, not
saying it outloud to avoid getting into another
argument with her elder sister.
*****
"Yeah," Ranma said. "Followin' Akane around like
little puppy an' stuff. Nabiki don't understand me
and Koda-chan, she just got kissed." Her voice
started to get dreamy. "She doesn't know what it was
like...how SHE made us feel..." Ranma's head started
to loll to the side and her eyes almost faded into
space before she flinched and shook her head. "Even
knowin' better, even when Akane's just Akane
again...Nabiki can be angry at her...I can't be...I
don't think I ever can be again. Don't know why I'm
telling ya this."
The bartender's hard face softened fractionally and
she handed Ranma a large glass of soda. Ranma almost
thought he saw a flash of light or something as the
woman's hand passed over the cup, but he had to have
been seeing things.
"Perhaps it is just being a bartender," the woman
said. "We're supposed to provoke a desire to talk."
"Thought that was the alcohol that did that," Ranma
muttered.
*****
"I found toy number one for this evening," Keiko
whispered in English to her dance partner. The other
was a gaijin woman, a bleached-blonde aerobics
bombshell.
"Really?" the blonde asked, slipping her hand over
Keiko's rear end. "Where?"
"At the bar, Sara," Keiko said. "Green hair, about
twenty years old."
"Mmmm," Sara said looking in that direction and
catching a brief glimpse through the crowd of people.
"Nice figure."
"Very sensitive," Keiko said, smiling. "Shy,
innocent, first timer. Probably not even completely
out of the closet yet."
"She'll break easy," Sara said reluctantly. "But
cherries are rare to find. Now we need someone a
little more domineering for number two."
"Shouldn't take too long," Keiko smiled.
*****
"Please don't make a scene, Ayeka," Kiyone said.
"Minagi and I would like to be able to come back here
again."
"Make a scene?" Ayeka repeated. She was dressed in a
long, blue silk party dress with sphaghetti straps.
It was hugging her body rather tightly, but it covered
what she felt needed covering. "How can I possibly
make any more of scene out of this situation?"
"By yelling and screaming and loudly berating
everyone you see," Kiyone said.
"I rarely behave this way, is that not right Minagi?"
Ayeka asked, turning to the other girl.
"Ano, please don't ask me to take sides here," Minagi
said quietly.
"Let's just go in and get on to having fun," Kiyone
said. "Or at least, tolerating fun."
"Hmph," Ayeka said.
"Kiyo, Mina," the doorwoman said as Kiyone and Minagi
came to the door. "Good to see you again, who's your
friend?"
"Aunty Ayeka," Minagi said dryly. "Kiyo-chan thought
it would be a good idea to bring her with us this
time." The doorwoman nodded understandingly, as in
she saw it was obvious that Minagi did not truly agree
with her girlfriend, and let them in.
"I think there's a few tables empty," she said as
they passed her. Ayeka passed, hmphing. After they
were inside she mumbled something that sounded
sarcastically. "They look so cute when they're being
jerks."
*****
"Well, I don't see a table," Kiyone said. "Minagi?"
"I'm looking," she said. "Let me make a circuit and
get right back."
She vanished from sight as she teleported further on.
Ayeka started to protest, but Kiyone cut her off.
Truly, with the loud music, flashing lights and crowds
of people it was hardly possible to notice Minagi's
mode of transportation if you weren't looking for it.
She finally appeared, standing on a table Ayeka
noticed with a disapproving frown, and waving them
over.
"She found one," Kiyone said. "Let's go meet her."
"Fine," Ayeka said in a long suffering tone. She
glanced around the room a little more closely, eyes
wide as she looked around at the women dancing
together, or engaging in light cuddling. Here and
there an inebriated couple, or perhaps they were just
full of each other, were kissing passionately,
possibly in preparation of retiring to an apartment or
room.
It was not, as Ayeka had expected to find, wall to
wall sex between women with perversity being the
standing theme. In fact, it was very like what she
expected from a normal bar. Only there were no men
inside.
"How very...interesting," Ayeka said, looking
decidedly more confused than interested.
*****
"Mmmm," Sara said. "I want her." She pointed to
where Ayeka had walked in.
"She's coming in with that cop and her girlfriend,"
Keiko said. "But maybe we can get her on her own.
Are you sure?"
"Oh yes," Sara said. "She'll be fun toy for this
weekend. The perfect companion piece to your quiet
little piece of fluff at the bar."
*****
Meanwhile back in Nerima, Akane was trying to catch
her breath, hiding in a corner of the closed Furinkan
gym.
"I think I lost her," she sighed in relief. Which
was about when something black and white tackled her.
"MISTRESS!" Kodachi declared with glee. "I found
you!!"
"Oh for goodness sake!" Akane declared. "Kodachi!
Let go of me!" She fought her way out of Kodachi's
grips and started to leave.
"Please, mistress," Kodachi said. Akane froze, the
despair was clear in Kodachi's voice.
She remembered hearing it from Ranma the last time
she spoke to him. Coming from Kodachi it had a little
more effect for some reason. She refused to believe
that it was because Ranma had broken the lilin sphere.
She certainly couldn't be angry at him for giving her
soul back and for taking away her sl...that demon.
She sighed and looked back at Kodachi gazing at her
hopefully from on her knees, wings drooping.
"I'm your mistress, right?" Akane demanded. Kodachi
nodded eagerly. "Then I command you to..." Kodachi
slumped again and Akane could just see the thoughts
going through her head.
~She's going to send me away like she did Ranma,~
Kodachi was thinking. Akane assumed so, and her will
faltered. Life was getting more and more frustrating,
and just breaking bricks wasn't helping anymore.
Besides, it was rather intoxicating to have Kodachi,
of all people, waiting on her every whim. Did she
really want to give that up? And all she had to do to
keep was treat Kodachi like a sex toy every so often
when the "slave" urge came over her.
It wasn't that she enjoyed bossing anyone around, it
was just...well, it was a game, right? Kodachi played
it. Nevermind that Kodachi had had the game pretty
much hard-wired into her, and wasn't as mentally
resilient as Ranma. It was just a game.
"Give me the bag," Akane said finally. Kodachi
squealed in delight and hopped up to give Akane the
bag. Akane instantly flashed a fist out to strike
Kodachi's face and send her sprawling to the ground.
"I didn't say you could stand up, now just sit there
like a good slave and wait for me."
"Hai, mistress," Kodachi said cheerfully. Akane
paused for a moment and pulled down from the persona
of the mistress for a moment.
"Uhh...Kodachi," she said. "Do you remember how to
bind the wings?"
"Uhhh..." Kodachi paused in thought.
"Oh, forget it," Akane said. She set down the bag
and strode over to Kodachi purposefully.
Kodachi had to time to blink before she was roughly
picked up from the ground and kissed hard as Akane
started stripping off her clothes. Her wings
fluttered as Akane pulled her in to a firm embrace.
She was about to return the hug when she felt the cuff
go around her wrists and lock them behind her back.
"Now, let's see what the little demoness is hiding
under all these clothes," Akane said, smiling down at
Kodachi. Kodachi took in a breath and then felt a
hand over her mouth. "No noise, Kodachi, but
then...you have difficulty with that don't you?
Better get something else."
She stood up dragging Kodachi up with her by the
handcuffs and walked back to the bag, kneeling down,
taking Kodachi with her, she searched through the bag
until she found a ball gag and fitted the
succubus-look-alike with it.
"There we go," Akane said sunnily. "No noise now,
right Kodachi?" Kodachi shook her head. "I can't
hear you, what did you say?"
Kodachi shook her head again, and seemed to be trying
to talk around the gag. Akane slapped her and then
tsked with her finger.
"I said no noise?" Akane said. "Right?" Kodachi
froze, looking uncertain. Akane slapped her again.
"Well, did I say no noise? Yes or no?" Kodachi
nodded. "Is that yes, I said no noise, or yes you
should make noise."
Kodachi blinked and tried to think of how to answer
the question. In her hesitation, Akane slapped her
again. There was a sharp pain in her chest as well,
but that had been there since before they started, and
she faded it out of the background.
"Well," Akane said. "Answer me. Should you make
noise?" Kodachi very slowly shook her head and then
squinted her eyes. "Good, now we can get started."
There was a slight look of disappoint in Kodachi's
face for a moment. Then Akane was slipping a hand
under her skirt and caressing her. Kodachi closed her
eyes and moaned pleasantly. Her eyes jerked open when
Akane pulled back hard on her ponytail.
"No noise, Koda-chan," Akane said, smiling. "Until I
tell you otherwise." So saying Akane bent down to
kiss the hollow of Kodachi's throat, pulling down
firmly on her ponytail until that hand was also
supporting the winged girl's back. Akane was still
running fingers over the cloth of Kodachi's panties,
at least until she ripped them off and entered
Kodachi.
The gymnast bit down hard on the ball in her mouth to
avoid making any sort of noise as Akane vigorously
struck her fingers into the gymnast and applied them
skillfully. Not as skillfully as the demon had when
Akane had been possessed, but she was getting better.
Kodachi liked Akane better this way anyway. If the
demon came back, she'd be at her call instantly, but
Kodachi hoped it never came back. And she hoped Akane
stayed her mistress.
Akane brought her closer and closer to release until
she was on the very edge and then, suddenly. Akane
stopped and pulled away from Kodachi.
"Well, it's obvious you're not interested in this,"
Akane said. "You're making absolutely no noise."
Kodachi stared at Akane and pleaded with her eyes
desparately. "I can't understand you with that thing
your mouth, Kodachi." Akane reached over and undid
the ball gag.
"Please, mistress," Kodachi said instantly. "Please
I'll..." Akane slapped her.
"I didn't say you could make any noise yet," Akane
said. Kodachi paused, looking at Akane's smirking
face as the girl reached a hand back to rub at her ass
and the other began to undo buttons on her shirt.
"NOW you can make noise, and it had better be a lot of
noise."
"Hai, mistress," Kodachi said. Then Akane was
pleasuring her again and Kodachi turned all her focus
to her mistress's edict. And the gym rang with her
cries.
Finally, the cuffs undone and thrown next to the bag
with the ball gag, Kodachi was curled up next to
Akane, their clothes tossed around the gym. The girl
was smiling quietly as she lay against her mistress,
entangled with her.
~I'm not a pervert,~ Akane thought to herself.
~This'll go away soon it's just sort of left over from
the possession, has to be. I'm not a pervert. There
is no way I could enjoy this. Kodachi and I will be
back to hating each other's guts soon.~
"Thank you, mistress," Kodachi whispered quietly,
half-asleep. Akane stroked her hair and nodded.
Akane frowned as she noted a bruise that she had not
given Kodachi.
"Where'd you get this?" Akane asked, fingering it
carefully. It was just under Kodachi's breasts, she
had not noticed it before, she'd been sort of
distracted.
"My brother, seems to believe that this body is more
than just a physical form," Kodachi said. "He
believes that I am responsible for corrupting you and
Ranma-chan. It is nothing, mistress."
"Kodachi, how could you want to anything with this?"
Akane asked, concerned. "Your ribs are cracked."
"I am fine mistress," Kodachi assured her. "I wanted
to show you my new body."
"Kodachi," Akane said, sitting up. "Take care of
yourself first. Come on, we're going to see Dr. Tofu
and then we're having a talk with your brother."
"My brother is not very talkative right now," Kodachi
said, smiling darkly. "You might say he's sort of
tied up at the moment. I'm sure Mr. Turtle is keeping
him company however. Really, mistress, he has done
worse to me when we're sparring."
"Okay," Akane said, still only vaguely used to
Kodachi's concept of pain as something to be enjoyed.
"But we're still going to Dr. Tofu's." Kodachi opened
her mouth. "That's an order."
"As you wish, mistress," Kodachi said.