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Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

Continuing the divergence in which the piece of the moxibustion chart containing the cure for Ranma's weakness originally remained in Happosai's possession, but Ryoga now has it. Dark. M/F, n/c.

Chapter 26

"You're what?!" Akane shouted over the table where the family was eating their delayed breakfast.

"Saotome-kun and I are going on a training trip," her father repeated, as calmly as he could while cringing from his daughter's angry expression.

"But why today, father?" Kasumi asked serenely. "New Year's is just a couple of days from now. Wouldn't it be better to wait until after?"

"What I don't understand is why you're going at all," Akane complained gratingly. "Don't you see that you're needed at home right now?"

"But that's rather the point, Akane dear," Soun said with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Last night's little ... incident ... well, we can't risk repeating that. Not if you're to be cured."

"So don't repeat it," she said earnestly, pleading.

Ranma, about to add his own two yen to the conversation, stopped on hearing these words from Akane. His eyes flicked to the panda bear stuffing its face, and realized that any hope the two men could prevent themselves from further interference was like hoping that the sun wouldn't rise in the morning. Besides, while he was also worried about being in the house practically alone with Ryoga, how much good was their fathers' presence really doing to limit the bastard's demands? Or looked at another way, neither of the men was likely to inhibit pig boy's perversions nearly as much as having Kasumi in the house already did.

With these thoughts sifting through his head, Ranma reached under the table and touched Akane's leg, distracting her. Quietly he said to her, "This is probably for the best."

"But ...," she began.

He shook his head, then leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Let's talk about it later. But think. Is having them here gonna do any more good than having Kasumi around?"

Ranma leaned back and watched as Akane's expression grew thoughtful. Silence descended on the table, and everyone joined Genma in applying themselves to the food. Ryoga, who had not spoken since the meal began, allowed himself a small inward smile.

Surprisingly, the two men were efficient about packing and getting on their way. Or perhaps not so surprisingly, considering Genma couldn't get his hands on the money, or start his binge, until they did. When Ryoga slipped him the initial payment on his way out through the gate, Genma bowed deeply several times, immediately making Ranma suspicious about what they were up to. Not that he was able to learn anything, as Genma and Soun took off down the sidewalk and Ryoga refused to answer any questions.

Several blocks away, Ukyo was just finishing her first meal of the day, having crawled out of bed only half an hour previously. While she was impatient to get started on her revenge, she also decided that prudence might be called for, at least initially. She had already realized yesterday that it wouldn't be wise to put herself into a position where she might have to fight Ranma's and Akane's fathers in addition to Akane. It now occurred to her that it also might be better to get Nabiki on her side or, since that was likely out of the question, at least find a way to get at Akane where Nabiki would be more or less unable to interfere. Which might take a lot of thought.

Consequently, in addition to contacting suppliers to start stocking the wherewithal to reopen her restaurant, Ukyo made a number of telephone calls, and even a few visits, to schoolmates. Carefully choosing people she could trust to be discrete about the conversations. After all, Ukyo didn't want any word of her return to reach the Tendos' ears until she was ready to make her move.

What Ukyo found surprised her considerably. Not that she was very surprised to learn that a classmate had spotted Ranma back in town. That datum merely cemented her belief that it was in fact Ranma and Akane who had been, ahem, using her apartment. However, the chef was shocked, not to mention gleeful, to discover that Nabiki had departed for America. That tidbit of information erased the greatest lump of worry which had lodged in her gut that morning on first considering how Nabiki would react to any attempt at revenge on her sister. In fact, Ukyo couldn't help doing a little dance after hanging up the telephone from that conversation.

The news about Akane's heart condition was also a shock, but in the end Ukyo decided it didn't change anything. It certainly didn't excuse the way Akane had acted. All it really meant was that Akane wouldn't be able to fight her very effectively, if it came to a fight. Although Ukyo did make herself a grudging promise to avoid forcing her rival into anything which would involve extreme exertions. Which meant it would be best to avoid a face-to-face assault.

Despite talking with a number of people, Ukyo wasn't able to learn a great deal more. She continued trying to convince herself that she ought to try to determine if Akane had really done the sorts of things she was imagining. More importantly, she needed to catch the bitch somewhere away from home. So it would just be the two of them, and the two old men wouldn't be involved.

However, by the time she had finished gathering all of this information and was making these final plans, it was getting fairly late. Akane wouldn't be likely to be wandering away from home any more tonight.

Tomorrow then. Tomorrow she would watch the road in front of the Tendo home. She would watch for Akane to emerge by herself. If the little whore didn't, then she'd try again the next day. If there was still no sign, then maybe she'd try some ruse to get the girl out of her house. Call her up and pretend ... something. Ukyo wasn't sure what, and anyway, it didn't matter yet. She knew Akane well enough to know the girl went out fairly often, jogging, shopping, other things. There really shouldn't be any difficulty, so long as she was patient.

Ukyo was comfortably settled in on a rooftop at the end of the block, where she had a good view of the street in front of the Tendo home. She had a basket of food with her since she had no idea how long a wait there would be before Akane emerged. On the other hand, she'd already been here since dawn, and had rather been hoping that she wouldn't have to wait long at all.

"Dammit! I thought Akane was supposed to go jogging every morning. It ought to be time for breakfast by now. So where the fuck is she?" She spoke aloud, but in a quiet mutter as she was speaking only to herself.

At that precise moment Akane was in the upstairs guest room of her house being buggered by Ryoga, while her female fiance sucked on her clit. Knowing that Kasumi was busy with breakfast preparations and that there was no one else in the house to interrupt, Ryoga had ordered the both of them into his room to deal with his morning wood.

At the precise same moment that Akane had a crashing orgasm, Ukyo smacked herself in the forehead. "Crap! Of course she isn't going to go jogging. That damn heart condition she has. Crap, crap, crap. And I got up early thinking that was the best chance to catch her." The young chef sighed. "Oh well. I came prepared to sit out here all day if I have to. I guess I'm just going to have to."

The morning passed slowly. Many people went in and out of their front gates, but none at the Tendo home. The only sign of life there was when Kasumi came out to get the newspaper. Ukyo ate her lunch without tasting it, feeling frustrated by the long wait. It turned out that actually having to sit there and be patient was a lot harder in practice than in her imagination.

About an hour after lunch, Ukyo suddenly sat up and took notice. The three men walking down the street had been unremarkable at first, and she had ignored them as she had all other pedestrians. Except that these men were now passing through the Tendo gate. Then the girl shrugged and settled back, wondering idly what they wanted, figuring they were probably acquaintances of Soun Tendo.

"Pigtails you say?" Ranma asked, repeating what the man said, seeking confirmation. Absentmindedly, he reached back a hand to brush his own braided hair.

"Yes," the councilman said. "The reports all agree that they have only been attacking people with pigtails. In fact, cutting off those pigtails and taking them. None of the victims have a clue as to why."

Another man added vehemently, "We would like the help of the Tendo dojo in capturing these miscreants."

Ryoga frowned, worried that this would cut into his time shagging the girls. He saw Akane and Ranma both looking at him, scowls of extreme disapproval on their faces before they turned back to regard the visitors.

It was Akane who answered them. "Of course. It's the duty of a martial artist to help deal with such things."

Ryoga sighed, then shrugged. However horny he might be these days, he could still admit that she was right. It was their duty, his duty, to deal with such things. So he spoke up in agreement, "Yeah. We'll catch these creeps for you."

After the councilmen left, Ranma turned to Ryoga and said, severely, "So you agree we need to do this, right? We've got to go out and find these thugs. And stop 'em."

"Yeah, yeah," Ryoga said, "Do you hear me saying otherwise?" He shook his head and snorted. "A group of muggers going around and cutting off people's pigtails. Why does so much crazy shit happen in this city? What's it gonna be next? Somebody riding a horse down the street in the middle of the day, and abducting somebody to be his bride?"

Ranma cleared his throat, his face flushed red. He whispered, "That, uh, already happened to me. He practiced martial arts tea ceremony, and was trying to get out of an arranged marriage."

Ryoga stared for a few seconds, then chuckled. "I hope to God you were a girl at the time, 'cause I don't care for the mental image otherwise." He smiled more broadly at Ranma's embarrassed nod. "Anyway, I guess it's going to be up to me to stop these freaks."

"Hey, not without me," Ranma told him, raising his voice.

"I'm coming too," Akane said fiercely.

Ryoga shook his head. Kasumi sighed and left the room, feeling sad for her little sister and her sister's fiance. Ryoga spelled out what the older girl had already realized, "Both of you are too weak to stop anyone."

"I don't give a shit," Ranma proclaimed. "Besides, I can still use pressure points to put 'em out of action. I ain't helpless."

Ryoga retorted, "Yeah, but ..." Then he stopped and reconsidered, looking more closely at Ranma. "On second thought, okay, you can come. You'll at least be pretty good bait, with your hair like that."

"And I'm also coming," Akane repeated.

"No you're not," Ryoga told her sternly, "and I'll tie you up if I have to. You can't fight, you can't use pressure points like Ranma, and you're no good as bait. Your hair is too short to braid into a pigtail." He paused, but held up a hand as she opened her mouth to voice further objections. "No. Look, Akane, I know what you think of me right now. And what I think of you. But I still don't want to see you get hurt. And the honest and painful truth is, you wouldn't be any help to us. Which means you'd only be a distraction, 'cause we'd have to keep an eye on you. So you're staying here."

When she started to open her mouth again, he leaned in close and whispered, "Or else." At the look in his eyes, Akane's mouth snapped shut.

Ryoga nodded. "Good," he said. Turning to Ranma he said, "Come on. Let's go and get this over with."

Ukyo was watching the house down the road intently. The men who had gone inside had come back out again and left, their stride purposeful. She didn't have long to wait. Two more people came out, and she recognized her fiance Ranma instantly, her heart giving a little leap in her chest at the sight. Followed immediately by a rush of pain and anger at the memory that she had lost him to the Tendo bitch. It took a few seconds longer to recognize the figure marching beside him.

"So Ryoga's back again," her voice held a trace of amusement. "He'll probably be lost somewhere on Hokkaido by supper time. Just as well. He's always been a bit sweet on Akane. Pity he never had the balls to claim her for himself. Still, all the more reason not to go after Akane inside her own house. I'd rather not be where that big lunk can find me once I get my hands on her."

She quickly dismissed Ryoga from her mind. This left her free to dwell on the sight of Ranma, and the hollow pain she felt inside. Ukyo wondered if his presence here in Nerima meant that he had his strength back. She couldn't be certain, but she thought not. The biggest argument why was that he and Ryoga had walked down the street calmly together. If Ranma were his old self, they'd be busy wrecking the street as they fought. Ukyo found herself remembering how Ryoga had defended Ranma when he was first weakened.

Ukyo looked at the house again, but easily suppressed any thought of venturing inside. The two old men would still be in there with Akane. Not to mention Kasumi. While the older girl was no direct threat of any kind, Ukyo didn't want Kasumi - or anyone close to Akane - to know who had taken her. Not if she could help it. Ukyo wanted time to exact her revenge without interruption.

Knowing that the house below her was empty, Ukyo took a minute to hop down into the back yard and relieve herself. Then she jumped back onto the roof and settled down, prepared to wait as long as necessary.

Ryoga was growing very frustrated. So far there had been no sign whatsoever of the hair-stealing gang. The true problem, however, was the way his mind kept focusing on the problem at hand. Every few minutes he had to look Ranma's way and remind himself how it felt to screw her in her female form, as well as the things he had done to Akane while making Ranma watch. So far, it had only barely been sufficient. He could feel that prick Jikiru just under the surface, trying to get out.

Ryoga grit his teeth as a virtuous feeling of hunting down bad guys swept over him. Looking around a trifle wildly, he spotted a discarded water bottle in an alley they were passing. Almost in a panic, he grabbed Ranma by the wrist and yanked him into the alley, startling a surprised shout from the guy.

The boy bent over quickly and grabbed the bottle, one canine biting into his lip in a ferocious smile on seeing that it was half full. At the moment he didn't care if the contents were original, or the result of rain, so long as it was liquid and well chilled by the December air. Before Ranma understood what he was about, Ryoga poured the cold water down the front of the other boy's shirt.

"Hey! Watch it!" Ranma squealed, her voice climbing quickly through the octaves as she transformed into a girl. "What the hell did you do that for?! This ain't gonna help!"

"I needed a break from the hunt," Ryoga growled, forcefully undoing the ties on the front of Ranma's shirt.

"What?! Right now?!" Ranma looked around, realizing that at least they were in an alley. Still ...

"Yeah, right now," Ryoga told her in a hard, low voice. "I need it." He pulled her shirt open, mauling her tits, bending forward and seizing her nipples with his teeth and pulling back on them.

"H-Hey! Not so rough!" Ranma complained, slapping at the boy ineffectually.

"I'll be as rough as I damn well please," Ryoga told her between nips, while yanking at the cord tying her pants at the waist. Seconds later he was shoving those pants, together with the boxer shorts, down to her ankles.

"Dammit!" the redhead protested. "This place ain't private, y'know! People on the street can see!"

"Too bad," Ryoga snarled, but taking her by the arm he pulled her a little further down the alley, then shoved her to her knees beside some boxes which mostly hid her from the street. Fumbling with his own pants, he pulled out his already stiff prick and commanded, "Suck!"

Having no choice, since the guy shoved himself into her mouth before she could decide to take him in voluntarily, Ranma began blowing him. She thought resignedly that it could have been worse.

Unfortunately, Ryoga was determined to make it worse. He pulled Ranma off of his cock, spun her around, and shoved her against the wall. Then he speared her cunt with his iron shaft. Ranma hung on for dear life, her complaints ignored, as Ryoga pumped her hard and fast. In little over a minute, he flooded her insides with cum. Collapsing against the girl's back, Ryoga felt himself slowly slide out of her, while reflecting happily that he could no longer sense any slightest trace of Jikiru's presence.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ranma demanded, tugging her clothes back into place.

Ryoga's voice was that of one thoroughly sated. "Just felt you needed a reminder of your place," he answered. "And don't go thinking that's all. I reckon it won't hurt anything to take time to ... have some fun ... now and then while we're searching for these bastards. Who obviously don't want to be found." He reached over and goosed his companion, saying, "Hurry up and come on. We have to keep looking."

As dinnertime arrived, three people located along a particular residential street were feeling incredibly frustrated. Ryoga was frustrated that he had not yet found and stopped the pigtail molesters so that he could concentrate on sex and stop worrying that Jikiru would make an appearance. Ranma was frustrated that they had not found and stopped the pigtail molesters so that she could stop walking around outdoors in Nerima with Ryoga's fresh semen decorating her lips and soaking into the crotch of her pants.

And Ukyo was feeling very, very frustrated that Akane had not yet emerged from her house. Even in someone else's company. She fumed as she ate the last of the food in her basket, wondering whether she should call it a night, and trying to think of some safe way to entice the other girl out of her home sometime tomorrow.

While Kasumi washed up after supper, Ryoga pulled the other two out into the dojo to have a word with them. "Okay, I ain't happy about it, but we're going to have to go out looking for these alleged muggers again tonight. But you can expect me to need even more `breaks' while we're walking around out there in the dark. If you know what I mean."

Ranma flushed. "Of course I know what you mean, asshole."

"Good," he replied, unperturbed. "And this time, go ahead and change into a girl before we leave. It'll be simpler that way."

"I want to come, too," Akane told him. "Hell, you can use me to get your rocks off if you need to. But ... I'm the only real representative of the Tendo dojo who's here. At least until Ranma and I get married. I ought to be there."

Ryoga sighed. "Everything I said this afternoon is still true. Besides, there's an even better reason why you can't go."

At Akane's perplexed look, he scowled. "You seem to've forgotten that you and Ranma were supposed to go over Michio's house tonight. Well, I need Ranma as bait. Not to mention to play with to keep me from getting bored. And that means that you ..." Ryoga stabbed a finger at the suddenly unsettled girl. "... are going to have to do the work of two sluts, for the guys who'll be there." He gave her an evil smirk and Akane looked down, gulping heavily. "I'll give him a call before I leave. Let him know that you're coming alone, and that it's my idea."

Ranma was now intensely worried. He decided for once to try something other than yelling. In fact he practically begged, his voice soft. "Ryoga, man, please. Not by herself. Especially when they expected to have both of us. Let me go too. I need ... I need to keep an eye on her. Please."

Ryoga shook his head. "Nope. Sorry. I understand, and as much of a bastard as I may be, ordinarily I'd say yes. But I need you for bait tonight. And Akane has done this alone before. She'll survive."

"Please," Ranma repeated, a bit more effort coloring his voice as his teeth tried to grit.

"I said no," Ryoga told him, more sternly. "Don't make me keep repeating myself." His voice became less harsh. "Stop worrying so much. She's been through this before. Hell, tell you what, after you get back home tonight, I'll let you spend some time alone with her. Comfort her and all that shit." His voice hardened again. "But that's my final word. So don't push it."

He climbed to his feet and left the dojo, going to make his telephone call.

Akane placed a hand on Ranma's shoulder. "He's an asshole, but he's right about one thing. I've been through this alone before. While you were still away. You don't have to worry."

"Of course I have to worry," Ranma grated, his voice nearly breaking.

"Okay, so worry," Akane conceded. "Just remember that I'll be okay. More or less. And everything will be fine once I'm home and we're together again." She shook his shoulder a little. "Just make sure that you find and catch those perverts, so that we don't have to be apart any more than this."

Ranma took a deep breath and let it out, trying to push his worries into a back corner of his brain. "Yeah. I'll do that."

Ukyo watched in surprise as Ryoga and Ranma once again walked down the street together. She felt a considerable amount of curiosity as to what they might be up to. Particular because, when they passed under a streetlamp, it appeared that Ranma was in her female form. However, they weren't her target. On the other hand, since Akane still had made no appearance, it was probably time to give up for today and head home. She'd have to think of some better way tomorrow ...

Ukyo sucked in her breath. The gate had opened again, and - was that? - she smiled wolfishly. Yes it was. Akane Tendo. By herself. Walking down the street. Ukyo hopped down and followed behind, keeping well back. Studying her prey.

One thing struck her quite quickly. The skirt Akane was wearing was scandalously short. In fact, `scandalous' was far too tame a word. Ukyo had never imagined she would see Akane wearing something like that. She frowned at this evidence that she might have been correct in thinking that Akane's innocence act was just that, an act.

A breeze caused Akane's skirt to flutter, and Ukyo stumbled momentarily. Surely her eyes had deceived her. She thought for a moment she had seen Akane's bare ass. A thong perhaps? Even that seemed unimaginable. Ukyo managed with effort to convince herself that the girl in front of her must in fact be wearing panties, but of a color which blended in with her skin.

On the other hand, she caught a couple of more glimpses during the walk, neither quite as good as the first. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that Akane really was bare under that skirt. But as much as Ukyo was ready to think Akane was a secret slut who had seduced Ranma away from her, there were limits. The shortness of the skirt was unbelievable enough, without the impossibility that she was going commando with so little coverage.

Her confusion was so great that Ukyo didn't give any thought to where they were going during what proved to be a very long walk. In fact, the teenage chef didn't wake up to the fact that she wasn't doing anything except to follow Akane when her target opened a gate and walked in.

Ukyo stopped in her tracks, blinking, and looked around. Where the hell were they? Some residential area, still in Nerima. That was someone's house. Probably Akane was just visiting some school friend. Yuka or Sayuri? No, while she wasn't absolutely certain of where either of Akane's closest friends lived, she was aware of the general neighborhood, and it was nowhere near here.

The girl sighed and looked around for a place to wait. It was useless to speculate, and there was nothing she could do until Akane came back out again. Spotting a convenient rooftop above a dark house, Ukyo sprang up and settled herself down. It looked like she was going to need to practice further patience.

Ranma was immensely annoyed. She should have known that Ryoga's balls would run dry eventually, but that only meant he had sought other means to amuse himself. Right now she was tied to a chain link fence with bandannas, facing the fence, her tits squashed against the wires. Her legs were spread wide apart, and the evil motherfucker was tickling her slit with something. She wasn't quite sure what, but rather thought it was a long strand of grass. Whatever it was, it was driving her absolutely frigging insane.

Ryoga smiled devilishly as Ranma whimpered with yet a third orgasm, trying to keep herself from crying out. Their current position was relatively secluded, but any noise could easily draw the attention of curious spectators. After a glance around, he went back to his tickling.

With a suddenness that made Ryoga reel backward, several dark figures leaped out of the night. "We'll take that pigtail!" one of them called. Eyebrows rising into his hairline, Ryoga saw that all of the attackers brandished large, nasty looking scissors. They were also very short. Midgets, in fact.

"You've got to be kidding me," he commented, exasperated at wasting his time on such.

The fence rattled as Ranma yelled, "Get me down from here!"

"Hang on," Ryoga told her in a bored voice, as the first mugger closed in, scissors held out in front. He spun, punched, and kicked. In all of three seconds, there were four would-be attackers lying in a heap. "This is what I wasted all day on?" Ryoga asked the heavens with rolling eyes.

Examining the thugs more closely, Ryoga saw that they were Chinese. Four very ugly and very short Chinese gentlemen, bald, with squat heads which reminded him remarkably of pork buns. Or perhaps red bean buns. Idly he tried to decide, which was it, pork or beans?

He picked up the ... pork ... bun which was lying atop the pile, and shook him. "Why are you attacking people and stealing pigtails?"

"I'm not going to tell you," he snarled in passable Japanese. "I'd rather die first!"

Ryoga thought about this. Then he shrugged and said, "Okay. Then die." He pulled back his fist.

"Wait!" the man said. "Er. Uh. I guess it doesn't matter if you know. You see, we're looking for the dragon's whisker ..."

Ryoga heard a gasp behind him. "The dragon's whisker?" he repeated, loudly.

"Yes," his captive admitted. "It belonged to a man who operates a restaurant in China. Except he said that he gave it to a foreigner with a pigtail. We've been trying to track it down ever since. It's ... not valuable. But ... it has a special, hmm, meaning to us."

The other members of the gang nodded from their supine positions.

"He even drew us a picture," the little man said. "It's in my pocket."

Ryoga reached into the pocket and withdrew a crumpled sheet of paper. Uncaring, he tossed his victim atop the others, making them all grunt in pain. Smoothing the sheet out, Ryoga found himself looking at a tolerable likeness of Ranma.

Walking over to the fence, Ryoga held the paper up where she could see it by turning her head to the side. "It looks just like you," he suggested.

Ranma turned away after looking. "It does not," she lied. "And would you please get me down? Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm tied up and naked in front of these freaks."

Although neither teenager had seen them move, the four Chinese midgets were now clinging to the fence over their heads. They were looking back and forth between the paper and Ranma's face. "It does look just like her," one of them exclaimed.

They all held out their scissors. "Give us that pigtail," they demanded in unison. They reached forward to snip.

Ryoga knocked all four over the fence with one sweeping punch. "You're not doing anything to her without my say so," he told them. "And while I might let you fuck her, I kind of like her hair the way it is. So piss off. Or I might have to start breaking bones."

The four men conferred quickly, agreeing that the heavily muscled boy might be just a bit too tough for them, and that they needed a plan. They turned toward the two at the fence and said, "We're not interested in screwing her. We like our girls shorter. As for her pigtail ... we'll be back." With that they ran off into the night.

Leaning against the fence, Ryoga nonchalantly inquired, "So ... what's the dragon's whisker?"

"Don't know," Ranma replied, not very convincingly. "Never heard of it."

"Hmm." Ryoga picked up the discarded stalk of grass. "Let's see how long it takes you to tell me."

Two hours passed while Ukyo did nothing but sit on the roof of an unoccupied house during a winter night, freezing her ass off. From time to time she did some exercises to warm up a little, but it didn't do a great deal of good. It irritated her that at the same time, Akane was toasty warm in the house across the street with her friends. Intellectually Ukyo realized that this, at least, was something for which Akane wasn't really to blame, but it wasn't easy as she sat there rubbing her hands together and watching her breath emerge in little puffs of fog.

A flash of light across the street caught the girl's attention, and focusing on it she saw that the door of the house was open. Some people came out, and when they passed through the gate she saw that it was three boys. They were bundled up, but one of them was Takeo Ikeda from her class. And she thought another one might be Katsuo whats-his-name from class 1-D. Ukyo scratched her head. She hadn't thought either of those were friends of any sort with Akane. In fact, she remembered seeing Akane openly sneer at Takeo on one occasion.

The front door opened again. This time it was Akane coming out, easily identifiable by the obscenely short skirt she was wearing. Just the sight of it made Ukyo shiver harder, and she couldn't help wondering how Akane could bear exposing so much skin to the cold breeze which seemed to be piercing her own pants.

Akane was still standing in the doorway, speaking to someone behind her in the house. Watching closely, she saw the figure step into view. For a moment the light picked out the features of his face. Michio! Michio Yuzuki! Why the hell would Akane be visiting that jackass?

There was the sound of a male laugh, then the door closed. Akane walked out through the gate and passed under a streetlight. Although she hadn't noticed before, Ukyo now saw that something seemed wrong with Akane's face. Something about the way the light reflected off of the skin. Frowning in thought, Ukyo jumped down silently after Akane passed by.

The okonomiyaki chef was feeling puzzled, and frustrated by her confusion. She wanted to just grab Akane and beat the truth out of her about Ranma, then drag her off and teach her a good lesson. But at the moment she was too busy trying to add up what she had seen. Why would Akane have been spending time with Michio, and those other guys? Michio Yuzuki was little better than a thug, a real piece of shit. She just couldn't make any sense out of this.

Akane turned her head to the side at some sound, and another streetlight picked out her face. Ukyo got a better look this time, but it didn't help her to understand what she saw. It looked like there was something on Akane's face. In streaks and clumps. One eyebrow was partially obscured, and there appeared to be a couple of bits attached to her chin, almost as if something was dangling there. Ukyo, seriously befuddled, shook her head angrily, almost as if she could shake the contents into making some sort of sense.

As the blocks fell behind them, the fluttering of the microscopic skirt drew Ukyo's attention. With the increased darkness she was daring to follow more closely than she had earlier, and she was now prepared to swear that the tramp in front of her really and truly wasn't wearing anything under that little bit of fabric that barely covered her ass. Given her focus, the young chef soon noticed that there were streaks of some kind on Akane's thighs. After a few more blocks it became apparent that whatever was there, more of it was appearing.

What the hell? Ukyo thought to herself. Where the hell is it coming from? I mean, it would have to be coming from ... Her mind locked up. For a moment it was impossible to process. Sure, she had accused Akane in her mind of being a slut, but Ukyo realized in that moment that on some level she hadn't entirely convinced herself. But now, the evidence was walking right in front of her. Something was sure as hell coming out of Akane's vagina. Or her ass. Or both, Ukyo thought grimly. And the little whore had just come from a house where she'd apparently met several boys from their school.

At first Ukyo wasn't sure just what the terrible heat was that she was feeling. Then she placed it. Rage. Rage such as she had never seen before. Not only had Akane seduced Ranma, fucked him, used her cunt to steal him from the person he was supposed to marry. No, bad as that was, the girl in front of her was now shown to be a complete and total slut, fucking other boys as well, fucking them behind Ranma's back. It took Ukyo another minute to realize that the light around her was the glow of a battle aura, which she hadn't even realized she was emitting, and the only reason Akane hadn't noticed was that Ukyo had stopped walking while Akane continued on ahead. A couple of other pedestrians, on the other hand, gave her a wide berth, staring in shock.

At that moment the light caught Akane's face again, and although Ukyo was further away and couldn't see it clearly, the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. The slut's face was smeared with cum! It was literally dripping from her! Not only had she let two, or more, definitely more, guys come on her face, but the filthy piece of trash was walking around outside as if she were proud of it! Showing it off!

At that moment Ukyo knew that the revenge she had planned was far too little. No amount of physical pain would be sufficient. Oh no. Nothing short of completely destroying this whore would satisfy her. Not until Akane Tendo was dragged all the way into the gutter, lower than the lowest piece of filth therein, could Ukyo's soul have any peace. All that remained was figuring out how. And finding the opportunity to act.

Caging her rage with difficulty, although not suppressing it, Ukyo looked around. No, not here. Too many witnesses. For now she'd continue to follow. There would be an opportunity or three along the way to capture the Tendo whore without anyone seeing. And then ... oh yes, then ...

Ukyo followed silently, masking her features, slowly drawing in her aura. Watching for her chance.

When Akane stopped in the middle of the bridge over the canal, Ukyo stopped as well, watching, waiting. She was mostly hidden behind a parked truck. She watched Akane standing there on the bridge, leaning against the wall, looking out over the water.

Akane sighed again, wishing that Ryoga's two months were up, that they could get out of this mess. It bothered her, seriously, the number of orgasms she had experienced while those ... boys ... were using her. There was also an undeniable horniness mixed in with the shame of walking around out here like this. Even now her pussy was wet with more than leftover semen as she stood there, knowing that some of the passing strangers would realize what she had been doing a short time before. That some of them would be fantasizing about using her themselves. She could almost feel their eyes upon her. And while part of her found it deeply disturbing and wanted to run screaming for home, there was another part of her that felt it a just punishment for her behavior, and demanded that she stand there and take it.

A man leaned against the wall beside Akane. Swallowing a lump of fear, she told herself to get out of there. Yet before she could move a hand pressed against her ass, resting there lightly but more than enough in her weakened state to hold her in place. She controlled a tremble, pressing her thighs together. The hand slipped under her skirt, tentative, resting on her ass. After a moment it grew bolder, and a finger pushed between her thighs, parting her folds. The quietest of whimpers escaped her lips.

Akane cursed herself for having stopped. She had known better, known that someone might take advantage. Hell, she had even imagined it, taunting herself with the image. Now she was caught in the reality. The questing finger slid along her wet slit, probing, then pushed inside her. Akane bit back a cry, trying to avoid drawing any attention. Knowing even as she did that it was useless, that people walking past were bound to notice. And she could do nothing about it. They would see her standing there, with a man's hand on her ass. Even in the darkness, some at least would realize what his fingers were doing. They would assume that she was allowing herself to be fondled, that she wanted this.

Her hand was taken. Looking down, she saw the man pulling at her wrist, guiding her hand, pressing it to the front of his trousers. Akane looked back out over the canal before shutting her eyes. Her mind filled with the sensation of his hard staff under her hand, so much less than what she had experienced a short time ago, yet so much more public. He released her, but she obediently kept her hand where it was. Telling herself that she could not risk his anger. A zipper sounded.

A tear leaked out from under her lashes as Akane found herself holding the stranger's naked cock. The tear was less for the act than for the thought of people walking past, people who might see what she was doing. The only hope being that with their fronts pressed against the wall, passersby might see nothing more than his hand pressed to her rump. His hand forced her fingers to curl around his erection. A second finger joined the first inside her cunt.

With no escape in sight, the only thing to do was to finish things quickly. Akane pumped her hand firmly, using all of her hard won experience. She applied careful pressure to the sensitive spot on the underside. Behind her closed eyelids she imagined crowds gathering around them, watching, leering. Time stretched out for her, but in reality it was less than a minute before the grunting man sprayed the wall in front of him. He wasted no time zipping himself up and hurrying off.

Akane turned around with trepidation, but saw that no one was standing around. She did see one middle-aged woman walking away from her a short distance off, looking back over her shoulder with a glare. Akane lowered her eyes, bringing her attention to her hand. Which had several drops of fresh jism coating it. With a sigh she wiped it on her skirt, then continued walking.

Two blocks further along Akane turned right onto a side street, passing between the blank walls of stores on either side, stores which faced the main street she had just left. Ten paces along she spun at a sense of sudden danger, when her world went dark.

Ukyo stood above the fallen girl, panting. Barely noticing how the position in which she had fallen had exposed her trim bush, hair matted with semen. Ukyo's teeth were grinding again, and this time she was sure they were doomed to end as no more than stumps. She had thought she could not possibly feel any greater fury, but that was before she had watched Akane casually have a sexual encounter with some man who just walked up to her on the bridge. Not merely allowing herself to be fondled like some timid woman on a train too scared to protest, but jacking him off in return. Willingly helping him to get off.

Ukyo looked around to make sure she was still unobserved, while struggling in vain for some semblance of calm. A corner of her mind watched herself in terror, frightened by the intensity of her thirst for vengeance. She knew that she was completely out of control, but she didn't care. She told herself that she had been pushed beyond the limits that any sane person could possibly endure, that anyone would agree that anything she did at this point would be entirely justified. Even if there were some fool out there who might object, nothing was going to stop her at this point.

Ukyo lifted Akane and flung the girl across her shoulder like a rag doll. She suddenly considered how people passing them would react. What would they think of Ukyo herself, carrying Akane, given what the slut looked like right now. For that matter, in this position the skirt was covering nothing. With a snort, Ukyo took to the roofs. She moved swiftly, using all of her skill to remain unobserved. In only a matter of minutes she landed on the roof of her restaurant.

Back at the Tendo house, Ryoga flopped down onto the couch and turned on the television. Akane wasn't back yet, but then he really didn't expect her any time soon. After all, she did have to take care of all of those guys by herself. She'd come dragging back in eventually, no doubt looking like something a cat hacked up. He smiled at the image, then his thoughts turned to Ranma, lying down upstairs. He had pled exhaustion to Kasumi and turned in early.

Exhausted, certainly, though not for a reason Kasumi would expect. Ryoga was impressed, in spite of himself. He remembered how Ranma had collapsed when he finally untied her from the fence, after giving her an ungodly number of orgasms. He had been forced to carry her home. Yet she had held her tongue. He still had no idea what this dragon's whisker thing was. Not that he cared very much. Besides, those pork buns would be back, eventually, so he'd probably find out sooner or later.

Ryoga leaned back, contented, turning his attention to the television. Bottom of the first. He'd barely missed the start of the game.

Note from H. Saotome, 2010-11-28: Sorry about the cliffhanger, but after due consideration I thought that people would rather read what I have so far than wait for me to finish the next several scenes as well. So long as I can keep up my current level of inspiration, I don't think I'll keep you waiting too long for the next chapter. Or so I hope.

For those of my readers out there who aren't intimately familiar with the manga Ranma 1/2 (and yes, I know there are some), I'll try to put a summary of the canon version of the dragon's whisker arc on my blog sometime in the next few days - at any rate, before I post the next chapter. The events in this story will of course be different, but it might help make some points clear in the event I'm insufficiently careful about assuming certain bits of knowledge.
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