Okay, I'm back from the family business for the moment, so time for a status report. For those I'm prereading for, I have been away from a comp, so I wasn't able to make my deadline. For those waiting heading to AWA 6, I'm looking for anyone else who's supposed to be on the fanfic panel, as well as someone who knows a little about cosplay. For those wondering what the fam business in NY was, that's a secret. For people waiting on the fic I promised about a week ago, here it is for your slicing and dicing: Homemade Viagra Ch 4. Back to the hack I go people!

-Kenji Murasaki(KMurasaki@Hotmail.com)


What's gone on before:

Ranma ingested something rather nasty from Akane's cooking, and is now running a muck through hormone-induced actions. He was with Kodachi Kuno when their little moment of pleasure and pain was interupted by Mousse, out to seek revenge for his beloved, and deflowered Shampoo.

Previous Chapters are to be found at:
http://www.geocities.com/nexuslink/ranmafics.html

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The following characters are conceived from the mind and are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and would probably never be used this way officially. This story has been written with no intention of gaining profit, other than a good laugh. Don't trouble yourself with suing this poor otaku for what little he has, because it isn't much. The following story also contains explicit material that is not suitable for any living entity, and is not intended for biped mammals under the age of eighteen (18/diesiocho). If this warning applies to you, or the concept of sexually explicit material offends you, than please cease any further reading. If not, then enjoy.



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Ranma Saotome wasn't having a great time. Since contracting this drug from the Dreaded Sludge of Death, also known as Akane's food, he had been doing his damnedest, mostly against his own will, to lay just about every single one of his fiancees. It started with sex with Shampoo until they both gave into sleep, and then it was Ukyou at the Ucchan, which almost became his grave when he saw Akane coming up the road. He did make his escape, only to run into the Black Rose, who was currently busy with another sound coming out of her mouth other than her insane laughter. He had her positioned on her hands and knees, trying to achieve the eruption that was so close he could taste it, but was far enough away to put despair in his heart.
    He was so focused on reaching his heavily prolonged orgasm, that he never noticed a shout different from Kodachi's. It only hit him that something was wrong when the ball and chain impacted with his back, sending him and the already unconscious Kuno tumbling. Pulling the boxers and pants still around his ankles and lacing the drawstring quicker than any eye could follow, he confirmed Kodachi's health, and took another blow that he could have avoided if it wasn't for his fire-clouded senses. Instead of rolling to a stop, he was picked up and flung through the shack wall by the same thing, or things that had hit him. He stopped when he was dangling over the edge of the roof they were on, and then looked up and noticed the chains. Ranma was not one to swear heavily, but he took this time as an exception.


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Homemade Viagra

Or

The Trouble with Innazukes

Ch 4

By the Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com)

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    About the only thing in his life he was more than an adept at was his art. He was actually one of the few people on Earth that could talk big, and more than back it up. Even then his enemies had to acknowledge that fact, no matter how arrogant Ranma got about it. His reflexes were second only to none, and his skill could be matched by people whose number could be counted on a three-fingered hand, and that wasn't even at his peak.
    His current dilemma however, seemed to have put a serious hamper on his abilities. It wasn't a sudden lack of strength, or something that slowed his reaction time. The problem was focus. In laymen's terms, he was basically too aroused to defend himself effectively. Perhaps if he had enough control to be a monk for the rest of his life, he could overpower the inflamed urges. Genma never was one to visit the important temples however.
    Ranma did his best to think of a quick way out of the position he was in that didn't involve his plunge about thirty feet or more to the ground below. It wasn't that he was scared, it was just he didn't have any delusions about how he would land without enough concentration. So it was to his surprise that Mousse swung him back over the side of the building. Much to his disappointment, it was arched right through a water heater, which would have burned him considerably, only it was broken. Of course, this did nothing to hamper his pathway through the machine, coming out the other side female, and in a lot of pain.
    Ranma smiled grimly. Figured that it would take bodily injure to snap her back to reality. Not that the fire was completely gone, but it was manageable enough for her to fight back. Taking a breath, Ranma kicked off the rubble she was lying in and flipped back to her feet in time enough to avoid a small hail of fire crackers sent her way. She used the smoke as a cover, she came out to Mousse's left, snap kicked him in the stomach, and followed up with a sweep to the legs. He rolled away from the ax kick, which left a sizable crater, and continued to roll out into a sitting pose near the edge of the building. Ranma, despite having to defend herself with a disability that was gaining ground again, was still not one to relent, and went for a cartwheel, shifted on her palms, and used the thrust momentum to turn her body into a horizontal missile that hit it's mark, Mousse's chin. Both went over the edge of the building, Ranma's feet still mostly in Mousse's face. She kicked off, twisted in the air, and almost landed on her ass in the alley when she noticed the chain attached to her ankle. She took the two seconds she had to size up her current opponent.
    He was working off of fury; that meant she was going to have to put a lot more into putting him down, mainly because she had no desire to see what a prolonged fight would do to her. What was bothering her, besides the fire within her, was that she couldn't figure out why he was so mad. It could be the obvious, which was Shampoo, but she had said he was...
    Ranma ducked, jumped, and dodged out of the way of the oncoming projectiles. [No time to think about it, just put him down. Now.]
    With that thought, she launched forward, shifted and jumped to the alley wall, bounced off of it and the one opposite, and once again made for Mousse's head. Mousse ducked, and suddenly Ranma was caught in some rather sticky webbing. She cursed silently for not notice it in his hand earlier, and began struggling against it, only to get caught up in it even worse.
    Mousse smiled wickedly. "Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the..."
    "If you finish that corny remark, I'll kill you!" she spat at him. Bad enough she was immobile in front of a enraged lunatic, but she didn't have to listen to bad dialogue as well.
    The mask of anger was back on Mousse's face, and he pulled a short club from the folds of his robes. He wasted no time with further words, but simply lit into the trapped Saotome with a fervor known only to psychopaths. He struck her again and again, doing his best to hopefully vent all of his rage upon her, and cease her breathing all in one fell swoop.
    Ranma was frantic and in pain. She couldn't put two thoughts together long enough to come up with a decent plan for getting out of the webbing, and the beating was more than beginning to wear through her. She tried twisting her body away from the blows, as well as rolling with them, but the web allowed for little movement. She tried one last lurch, putting all of her strength behind it just as the club came down in an arc meant for her shoulder. The swing met air, and then webbing, with enough force to slice through a few strands. It was enough as she used the rest of her momentum to free her hand and catch his in a vise grip. Having a firm clamp on his wrist, she pulled him into the webbing.
    The results were not what she expected. He would of course have to cut the both of them out of the web, in which Ranma could have a chance at making a run for it or put him down. The bad thing was proximity. Mousse's closeness, his scent, his shape were giving Ranma a reaction, and she was losing focus once more. It didn't dominate, but it didn't seep in slowly either. The awareness was trailing through her nimble body in waves of electricity and that all too familiar fire, making her pant even harder than she was from her exertions earlier, and making her aware of her nipples hardening to a near painful throbbing.
    Mousse was oblivious, and just wanted to have enough movement to squash the damn girl. How much more did he have to go through until he could watch over Ranma's broken body in happiness? He quickly slashed the appropriate strands binding them, and they both fell gracelessly to the ground. As Mousse tried to get up and back into a position of attack, he noticed the hand clamping at his thigh. He struck twice, once to the wrist connected to that hand, and one directed at the face of the owner of that hand, who had ducked the second strike, then pushed off and fell into a dead run out of the alley, and down the street.


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    Ranma had no general direction to run into, no particular building to reach. She just knew that her hand had just betrayed her by feeling up the leg of one of her worst enemies, and she had to get away to prevent anything else like that from happening. It was bad enough with what he had gone through with three others, but even reaching in that direction had put so much terror and horror in Ranma that she forced away every feeling that was coming to her and broke into a run. To follow where the fire was taking her was to lose every claim she had as a man, and it was Mousse for god's sake! How could her body even betray her like that?
    She maintained her speedy escape for another fifteen minutes, bobbing and weaving through every obstacle there, and hopping the blind boy was not still behind her. Then the fatigue and frustration caught up with her, and stopped her run. Ranma slumped beside a tree, breathing heavily. She took a look around at her surroundings, and was surprised to find herself in the back area of Furinkan High, the place she had contemplated hiding earlier. At the moment however, all she could really contemplate was release, but how was she to go about that? She could get some hot water inside the school, but she doubted she would make three steps without something done, and the only things she knew for release she doubted would work for this; she refused to use the obvious choice. So what now?
    Her thoughts were broken into by a mace that made painful contact with her chest. This was followed up with several other flying objects, all attached chains. This was of course what set Ranma over the edge. It was time to put this clown down now, everything else could wait for the moment. Dodging only so many projectiles, she grabbed at the rest, prayed for the right momentum, and pulled, hard, jerking the attacker off of his feet and into the air. Using her leverage, some hazy focus, and Mousse's weight, she swung him into the tree. Seeing her opponent dazed, she ran circles around the tree, tying him in by the chains he let loose.
    Spent for focus and strength, she collapsed to her knees, panting. She had little left, and most of her focus was being put toward the hot flame in-between her legs. She put a hand to the desired region, and began rubbing and probing furiously. She paid no attention to the moans coming from her mouth, nor the tied up boy who was cursing and squirming, just on the liquid fire between her legs.
    Ranma inserted a digit into her folds, probing and prodding, teasing to her with results undesired. She needed a climax, and doing so in this way was nothing short of torture. Ranma lay flat on her back, arching her spine, and putting two more fingers in herself, she summoned her chi, forcing her hand to a speed that caused crackles in the air as the sound  barrier was broken repeatedly.
    White lights lit up in the back of Ranma's skull, and she screamed, pinching and twisting her clitoris, her other hand still plunging in her folds. When rush abated somewhat, she went limp, out of breath, and reeling in pain at the mistreatment of a part of her body she didn't understand too well.
    Then she noticed something that made her heart drop. A hot feeling trailing its way up her spine, through her veins, and back down to her current source of trouble. Dissatisfaction. Her body was craving for more, and she had no other way to give it. She looked down at her pants, disheveled, but not going below her hips. There had to be some way to stop this fire from burning!
    Meanwhile, back over at the tree, Mousse was three steps from appalled, two from grossed out, and fifteen passed fascinated. He had honestly believed that Ranma couldn't sink any lower, but here he ties up his enemy, only delaying the inevitable strike of justice that she was going to receive, and fondles herself into climax right in front of him? The girl was sick, that was for sure.
    He was going to spend the next few moments screaming at him if not for the sudden show...display! Mousse frowned, taking notice that Ranma was now approaching him.
    "Keep you filthy hands off of me Saotome! I don' t want any further part in your sick perversions! You'll pay for...What do you think your doing?!"
    What Mousse saw was a perverted evil person who was at present feeling him up and slipping wet fingers inside of his robes. What Ranma was doing was looking for a toy she could use to release herself from the fire completely.
She was tired, fatigued, and not thinking well, so it was only joy that registered in her face when she finally felt on something that would take care of her problem. She pulled on the long, thick cylinder, more than disgusted at what she was going to do, but knowing she didn't want to take another step until this was resolved. Pulling at it, her frustrations found their way on her face. It wouldn't budge!
"Hey Mousse, what connected to this thing? I only need it for a..." Looking into the blind boy's face, panicked and concentrated, sick realization finally came to the aroused martial artist. She would have shrank her hand away from the live organ, except for the pounding in her chest, the deep burning between her legs.
    Ranma swallowed hard, knowing she was going to curse herself for this real soon, she pushed the chains past Mousse's pants, and pulled them down, revealing the Shampoo print boxers. She shrugged, and pulled those down, and gasped as the object of her relief rose to her vision. Wasting no further time, she pulled off her bottoms, and positioning herself over him, despite his protest and comments that she was a sick twisted bitch, impaled herself on his shaft, and immediately bit back the sharp pain; the only reaction her body gave to it being shuddering violently.
    She started slow, grinding her hips against Mousse's small, instinctual thrust, and attempting to get a feel for the foreign thing. Pulling him out, she sighed at how it felt. Then she tried to start a rhythm, moaning as she was filled and emptied over and again. She lay her head on his shoulder, breathing hard, but satisfied. The inferno was building, but this time it would have to give out. This time she would beat the fire, and emerge...
    She had no way to prepare for how it felt, had no warning against its coming, it just came. Rather, Mousse came, and hard. This left Ranma screaming once more, as she reached her own peak, the feeling of hot seed filling her being too much for her to adapt to.
    Glazed, dizzy, and somewhat weak, Ranma got pulled off of Mousse, a wet pop sounding as his manhood hanging limp and spent was taken out of her. She sank to her knees, realization dawning on her as to what she had just done, and fought the urge to puke. [As if I didn't have enough already to worry about, now I can't even...what?]
    It was still there, still burning, still urging. She would have collapsed into tears if she wasn't so against crying. Taking a look into Mousse's direction, she desperately fought back even entertaining the idea of doing that again. She gathered herself up on her feet, her legs still unstable and shaky, and forced herself into Furinkan High, desperate for hot water. In the meantime, Mousse was left feeling hollow and confused, his earlier thoughts of anger gone. What was wrong with Saotome that he would sink to such perversions?


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[How was he going to get out of this one? Hmmm...]
Nabiki Tendo was currently inside of her own room, her homework neglected for something more interesting at the moment. What that thing was was Ranma's backpack, or rather, what was in it. It was a Chinese shirt, definitely not Ranma's, and if she was correct, was covered in cum. How she knew the substance's identity is information that is going to cost you to find out, but safe to say she knew that it was man liquid. The owner of the shirt was even less in question, being there were only so many people around Nerima with a taste for Chinese clothing.  The real question she didn't know, and perhaps didn't want to know, was how it got on the shirt.
    She sighed, knowing what was coming up, one form or the other, and knowing once more that she had to subtly impede to save him. Then she could add it to his tab of favors; how very appealing.
She had to wonder however, just how many favors of his had she not collected on? Just how many times did she leave him dangling on a rope, and then let him skip along his merry way, completely forgetting that she could snip the thin ground from under him with a wave of her hand? And just how much energy had she put into everything involving him? Pictures, selling his time to his supposed fiancees; she'd done a lot to sell him in everyone else's direction, and never once towards her. Why?
    Not to put it in a sense of a relationship like that, kami knows that she would kill him after a week because of morning stress alone. But he did have some other attributes to him, things she had indeed wondered about guys for a long time.
    So that took care of the upcoming favor, so now Nabiki could sit back, and ponder one of her more favorite questions concerning the semi-dense martial artist:
    How was he going to get out of this one?


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    Two hours. It had been two hours since she had left the Ucchan, and Akane had still seen neither hide, nor pigtail of that arrogant jerk. If he was making it a point to ignore her, then he could stuff it for all she cared; it wasn't like she didn't have better things to do. She could have taken Yuka up on her offer to go for some errands and ice cream. She could have spent her day helping with chores, or just practicing with the dummies in the dojo. Why did she bother sometimes? He didn't even appreciate the dinner he had made for him the previous evening.
    She could say that she cared about him, that he hadn't been seen around, but was obviously around since his father was still here, annexing the possibility of training trip. She could say that she was worried, since stopping at the Nekohanten not too long afterward, and had turned up just the same results as she had at Ukyou's restaurant, as well as a sick and sleeping Shampoo, according to what Cologne said. But then where could he be?
    Then an idea came to her that set her teeth on edge. Had he found another girl? Was he at this very moment, laughing it up at her discomfort and worry with yet another for his harem? That would fit to what she expected of him, the pervert. Just thinking that he was getting away with toying with her and others like that...
    Oh yeah, she was going to find him. And when she did, there was no amount of martial arts skill he could draw on to prevent the full scale beat down she was going to give him. New anger in heart, and fist balled at the ready, Akane Tendo continued her search, with a new, yet familiar objective in mind.


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    Kodachi felt good. She also felt pain, a lot of it, but she felt damn good, and for good reason too. Her darling, her wonderful pigtailed knight had at last ceased the frivolous game of hard to get and had taken her. True, the location was not choice, but still it was more than worth what she had received from him in return. He had ravaged her, taken her to a point where even she could not continue at his pace, and she now thirsted for more. It could no longer be the same between them, she had to have him, and as soon as possible.
    But the question now posed was how to go about it? Her lover was very popular with ladies, even though she could see that he only had eyes for her. Her usual methods would be discouraged, since she knew how he detested them, and she didn't want to do much to offend him. This called for careful
planning. Kodachi rose, wincing a bit as muscles protested movement, and slowly, but surely, made her way back to the Kuno mansion, to plan, to rest, and to dream of when her stallion would hold her again.


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    He had been like this for the better part of two hours. He was still tied to the tree, and could have gotten loose by now if it wasn't for one thing, shock. The wretched Saotome had just raped him, proving himself not to be a man, but Mousse's already overworked mental capacities were fighting hard to accept what had happened about a couple of hours ago, and was still fighting. So that is what was keeping the blind boy in a catatonic state.
    This was also the same reason he didn't notice a person walking toward him, or who that person was.
    "Mousse? What happened to you?"
    Mousse mumbled something unintelligible.
    "Who did this to you?"
    Mousse gibbered something incoherent.
    "Ranma? Why would he do this?"
    Mousse said something incomprehensible.
    "He was probably picking on you again wasn't he?" The person began to seethe, letting the anger take over again. So he disappears all day, but has time to tie up Mousse in front of Furinkan? Without another word, or even some assistance to the male Amazon, Akane walked away in another direction. She would have helped him, but something said it wouldn't be a good thing to touch at the moment, and he smelled funny too.



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