Prologue:

This is a disaster. Ranma thought as he observed the chaos around him.

"Give me the cure!"

"No it is mine!"

"Fat chance, I need it more than any of you."

"Ryoga? Why do you need a cure?"

"Uhhhh, you see..."

"Hold foul varmint, for I Tatewaki Kuno will reveal you for the demon you are."

Ranma looked in shock at the cask that Kuno possessed, because it looked almost identical to the one the rivals and his pops were currently fighting over.

A sudden downpour drenched the already miserable wedding, and predictably all cursed individuals changed. This caused them to be just clumsy enough to loose control of the cask which then broke on top of Ranma. A half a second later the water from Kuno's cask hit her and there was a tearing sound as her back and tail-bone experienced some form of pressure that was almost instantly relieved.

Everyone stopped and stared, and Ranma didn't dare to look at herself. She shakily reached down and picked up the water-proof paper stuck to the bottom of what was left of the lid.

She read out loud,

"Dear mister customer.

After doing some research using the notes of previous guides I discovered that the chances of two curses of opposite nature canceling each other out are very slim. Please forgive the deception, but i have sent you a cask of Spring of Drowned Unconfirmed Were-creature and labeled it as Spring of Drowned Man. This curse will technically mix, but for you it will change the trigger to being mental rather than through the temperature of water.

"A final warning, if this water is mixed with any other than the curse of that spring will apply to both of your forms, but if you can keep away from other Jusenkyo products until you dry off you will be safe and unable to be cursed by Jusenkyo ever again.

"Sincerely,

"The Jusenkyo Guide."

Everyone at the wedding was staring at her in shock, the full weight of what just happened sinking in. Ranma looked over into a window on the house and saw that her canines had become slight fangs and she had a few new appendages. On top of her head was a pain of white horns that started at her temples and swept back to a couple inches beyond her hair. On her back, sticking out of the destroyed suit was a pair of bat-like wings the same color as her hair. There was also a red tail with a heart shape at the end of it coming out of the new hole in her pants.

She gulped and thought about being male again. When nothing happened she tried harder and watched as she returned to being a he. All the extra features were still there, but they were a little bit bigger than when Ranma was in female form. The wings and tail were also black like his hair, and the tail now ended in the stereotypical spike.

The transformation back to male seemed to be the spark that reignited the dumpster-fire parading itself as a wedding, as Kuno called out, "Foul demon, I strike thee!"

There was a sudden flurry of motion that suddenly paused. Even the rain drops stopped moving. The only thing that didn't stop moving to Ranma's eyes was Happosai who was sitting before him.

The ancient Grandmaster sighed and lit his pipe, "I am sorry, Ranma, but with this I figured it was time to call in some help."

A deep voice spoke up behind him, "Greetings Ranma, my name is Sullivan, and I have a proposition for you."