Hmm gross out eh. A while ago I came up with what I considered the 
most vile and heinous thing Nabiki could possible do to Ranma. 
Here is a slightly revised copy of that post.
 
 
  
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Ranma knelt naked on the floor, looking at the pile of clothing 
in front of him. How had he ever let Nabiki get him so far in 
debt?  When she got those pictures of him and Shampoo, he had 
no choice but to sell his body, as he had nothing else that 
Nabiki wanted, except money, and he was already into her for at least six 
months income from the job she had just gotten him. Ha! As if 
something this heinous could possibly be given the simple 
description of a job. Slowly Ranma, like a man going to 
the gallows, lifted the bucket beside him and changed.
 
   Later, after dressing, he reported to Nabiki's room for the 
next humiliation. After Nabiki had placed the wig on her head, and 
applied the makeup Ranma looked in the mirror at the big busted 
blonde in the skimpy school girl uniform. Nabiki walked around 
him in a final inspection. "Hmm.. the breasts are a little big 
for complete reality but I don't think any of the guys at the 
party will really mind.", she said as she directed an ironic smile 
Ranma's way.
 
  Ranma tries one more time to talk his way out.  "Nabiki this 
is so...so bad.  How can you do this to me?  Isn't there anything 
else, anything at all I can do for you?"
 
"Relax, Ranma, this is it.  Besides, aren't you the one who 
always says that this", she waves a hand at Ranma-chan, "is 
not you?  Just close your eyes and think of Japan."
 
Ranma just hangs his head and follows Nabiki out of the house,
 and to the taxi waiting in the street. As they travel downtown,
Nabiki lectures Ranma.  
"Now Ranma, I showed my client the video of you in the Martial 
Arts Gymnastic competition, and he was truly impressed by your 
skill and appearance.  So I want you to do your best and give it your 
all. After all, if you blow this job I'll just have to find you 
something else. And, Ranma," Nabiki said as she directed a truly 
frosty look his way "I don't know what it will be, but I know!
you don't want to find out either.  
 
  Ranma just groans and hides his face in his hands. The taxi 
arrives at the back of an exclusive mens club, and they exit.
An elderly man who gives the impression of high anxiety 
rushes over from where he had been waiting with great impatience,
and grabs their arms. 
 
  "Hurry.  We must get her to the party right away. They're 
impatient and they'll be tearing apart the room in a minute."
 
 Nabiki and Ranma are rushed through the club to a private party 
room. 

  "Now Ranma, we have been going over this for a week, and
I !know! you know your lines. She moves her face in close to Ranma's
You_won't_mess_up_will_you! Ranma stares into her eyes like a rabbit
mesmerized by a snake. Gulping Ranma can only nod her head in affirmation.
Nabiki looks into her eyes for a moment. Then apparently satisfied with
what she sees Nabiki opens the door to the private room. 

 "Get in there and do your best then."  
Nabiki shoves Ranma through the door 
and slams it shut as a roar rises from the other side. 
 
 Later in a private changing room; Nabiki looks over Ranma with 
a twinge of guilt.  Ranma is slumped on the floor, her costume torn and 
soiled, and some sticky glutinous white liquid matting her wig, 
and dripping across her face. Her expression is one of despair 
and intense self loathing. 
 
The elderly man walks into the room.  "You were marvelous!  Such
physical ability. In my days I have seen too many of these 
things, frankly I expected a bored out of work actress, but 
you... well I just wish I were 50 years younger so I could have   
really enjoyed your show.  My grandson would like to thank you 
personally for making his party such a success.   All of his 
friends were saying they would have to get you for their next
party." He paused as he took in Ranma's rather woe begone appearance
"Is it alright if he comes in? he asked hesitantly, or are you too tired ?" 
 
Ranma lifts her head. Her eyes are dull and her usual high 
energy a mere flicker. "Sure, why not, might as well make someone happy"
her voice is flat and bleak, and the look she directs at Nabiki actually
causes the ice queen of Furinken to blush slightly.
The elderly man opens the door and waves in his 
grandson who is standing in the hall. 
 
As soon as the grandson enters the room he rushes over to Ranma 
and hugs her. "You were fantastic!  Those moves were 
incredible!" Before Ranma can disengage his face from her
chest the elderly man coughs into his hand.

   "Decorum boy, remember who you are, act like a gentleman please." 
 
The boy backs off. "I apologize" then bowing he says  "I just wish to thank 
you for a marvelous show and to apologize 
for my ice cream cone landing in your hair."  Then having used up
his limited quota of decorum the six 
year old leaped into her arms and hugged Ranma again.  
"You're the best, Sailor Moon."
Ranma groans in despair.
 
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There you are. 
T.H.