Ranma 1/2 is property of Rumiko Takahashi and cohorts, and is only used here for fun. I have no money, so don't bother w/lawsuits. This is also a lemon, and not intended for bipeds under the age of eighteen (18), as it contains sexually explicit details. Enjoy! ***************************** Ranma awoke next to a very naked Shampoo; nothing unusual, so he went into a standard anxiety attack. "Akane's gonna kill me if she sees this," he muttered. Correct as that reason might have been, it could not be put to the test as he realized that she was nowhere in the building. He rose groggily, and stumbled through explanations for this. He remembered passing out a great deal yesterday, as well as an attack from the duck-boy. Then Shampoo had come in and told him what happened to get him in the Nekohanten and he started... He threw the sheets aside and was out of the bed in a flash. Taking in Shampoo's full condition in a vain attempt to hope it was all a horrible, but pleasurable dream, his heart deflated even more. Her face was still flushed, her hair hanging in wild clumps matted to her head with sweat that hadn't dried. Her nipples were still erect, and everything below her hips was soaked in a mixture of fluids. Then there was the small stain of blood on the sheets near her opening. Daisuke told him about how they tend to bleed somewhat after their first... The reaction went from shock to fear. His world had just taken a serious Y-turn toward a cliff, and showed no such signs of stopping. If anyone got a hold of this, he was screwed; a splintered broomstick and no grease up the wrong hole. And what about Akane? Surely after this, even though she didn't trust him before, she'd never trust him again, and that meant more pummeling. Ranma sat down for air, not taking note where he sat, which was directly on Shampoo's ankle. The skin contact sent jolts through him that nearly sent him to edge, while the purple-haired Amazon merely whimpered in her sleep about her beloved being more gentle. He gasped and shuddered as the lightning finished its way through his body. The fire not only was back, it was blazing. He looked at her with a different light, the one of hunger. All he needed was to quell it, silence its call with a little kindling... As if sensing his sudden and rather savage need, Shampoo whimpered once more. This shook Ranma out of the trance, and quickly into his boxers and pants. [Time to get out of here, and fast.] He was out of the window and down the street then, leaving Shampoo to her not so relaxing dreams. ***************************** Homemade Viagra Or The Trouble with Innazukes Ch 2 By the Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com) ***************************** The urges were getting worse by the minute. Even as Ranma walked down the street, doing his best to ignore what had happened, they kept increasing. It really didn't help that it was a rather hot day, and the female populace had decided to dress for the weather. Every time he looked up, it was a fight not to rush one of them in his desperation for release. He began to jog himself into a basic kata, striving to get his mind away from his predicament. Gradually his focus was reset into his techniques. However, the peace just wasn't to be had. He had just finished a kick when he bumped into someone. ***************************** Akane was out for her morning jog, fuming all the way. The idiot didn't come home last night. Add the fact that he hadn't even spoken to her since the day previous, and you have an angry Akane, not a healthy thing for a certain pigtailed martial artist. Then she bumped into someone. Her subconscious, having pitied the poor lad, slowed the process of acknowledging who it was in order to give him time to escape. It proved a futile effort. The apology died on her throat when her eyes locked on his face. "Ranma! Just where have you been! You had us worried..." She stopped her tirade/flight preparations took close note of the fetal position that the boy was in. "Ranma?" His response was a rather violent shake and faint mumbling. ***************************** Ranma fought hard with the growing desire within. Even Akane's voice seemed to strike super sensitive chords that allowed the fire to rage through him. His head swirling, he stumbled into a sitting position, all the while hastily thinking of an escape from her presence. A hormonally unbalanced brain came up with a simple notion, and it was reluctantly carried out. "I was tryin' to shake off the effects of your cooking." The aura flared. "I was also afraid that you might have a second course back at the house." The mallet was in its ready position. "Besides, if I want to get away from such an uncute fiancee for an evening, why should I tell her about it?" The contact was made, and a visibly relieved Ranma was sent on his way. It would have been perfect if it wasn't just fifteen feet away and still in sight of Akane instead of the usual LEOMA status. He slumped against the wall he had just impacted, cursing silently. Akane ran over to him, mallet raised, and began a rather harsh conversation with the injured boy via her weapon and feet. Once she was satisfied that he had gotten the point, she stomped off. Ranma, in the meantime, was out cold, and quite thankful that she didn't see the results of her constant contact. ***************************** It was about noontime when Cologne awoke from her forced sleep. She yawned the last of her drowsiness away and dressed herself proper for the day, though she doubted that any work would get done in the restaurant. Shampoo was no doubt still in the state that her husband had left her in, and Mousse was probably catatonic with ideas of revenge. She snickered to herself. Whatever drug the young martial artist had taken, it had just made her job much more simple. With a claim of this magnitude, Ranma would be on his way to China with no further interference. Cologne pogoed to Mousse's room and opened the door. What greeted her vision was not a couple enjoying their rest, but one still-sweaty amazon tossing in her sleep and an open window. She shrugged, thinking it no real problem. Saotome wouldn't be able to escape what he did, and then they were off back to the village. What a pleasant event it will be too, she thought on her way down the stairs. She'd finally be able to pass her bond ornaments on, and then wait until Shampoo made Matriarch, and had plenty of future leaders running around her feet... The daydream of the pitter-patter of little martial artist was dropped, as well as her stomach, when she entered the kitchen. The shear viciousness in the way that the cage was ripped apart told Cologne that Mousse did not sleep well at all last night. This certainly could do some damage to things, as the duck-boy was officially out of control and very dangerous. Normally, she wouldn't be so afraid, but the ease at which Saotome was defeated the previous day wasn't building her confidence. For the first time, she silently cursed the toxins that could curse her family's continuation. ***************************** Dizzily, the young Saotome stumbled into a nearby alley. His hormones were ablaze, and had taken control of his body, making every nerve crackle with electricity. The tomboy had not aided the situation in the slightest, as he was craving even the slightest sensations now, including the all too familiar senses of pain; all of it due to the touch of another person. Ranma didn't even take notice of someone hitting him from above with a good amount of cold water. Her only reaction was a rather violent shake, and then she continued hobbling on her way. She raced her mind and tried to focus what was doing this to her, and came up with blank. That is, until her stomach rumbled. Of course! Akane's mystery food! This chemical reaction was all Akane's doing! All she had to do now was concentrate long enough to get to someone that could help. Maybe the old ghoul... That one option was quickly destroyed. No doubt Cologne had already put reservations in for a chapel somewhere, and that meant avoiding her and her granddaughter at all cost. That only left Tofu, and the chances for a cure were even slimmer there. Ranma's planning was interrupted by someone making her take note of how sensitive her breast were by squeezing them. "Ranchan!" Ukyou hugged her, and backed away slightly at her rather emotional whimper. "Ranchan, what's wrong?" She stepped back even further and watched as Ranma fell to her knees, shivering uncontrollably. She picked the girl up and carried her into the restaurant. "Konatsu!" she called to the kunnoichi. He turned from his work serving the customers as she walked in. "What is it Ukyou-sama?" The limp girl in her hands was quickly put into his. "Take Ranchan upstairs, put her in a warm bath, and wash her off please? I'll take care of things down here." Konatsu hurried with Ranma's body up the stairs, as Ukyou went about systematically dispatching the rest of the customers in the store. " I'll be up to check on you soon, Ranchan." ***************************** Konatsu sat the still shaking Saotome on a bench and went about cleaning her up. Ranma however put a hand over Konatsu's before he could continue. "Please Konatsu, I can take care of it." The ninja looked at the girl. "It is no problem Ranma-sama. I can..." Ranma's grip strengthened as she looked into his eyes. Konatsu was taken aback. He wondered what had happened to the girl, as her grip was, despite its reinforced strength, still rather weak. And her eyes... "Of course Ranma-sama. Will you need anything?" The girl shook her head. "Very well. I'll be outside if you need me." With that, the feminine-clad man left the bathroom, putting horrid thoughts in the back of his head. That look was of pure hunger and passion, and from Ranma of all people. So why was he attracted to it? ***************************** Akane had just stomped in the door when she was assaulted by Soun and Genma. "Akane, have you seen that worthless son of mine?" The bald man asked. "I just ran into the jerk. You think he would have called. No doubt he was probably over that Chinese bimbo's last night!" She continued on her way, leaving a weeping father and an angry man at the door. She went upstairs and donned her karate gi, and went to the dojo. After a few warm-ups, the brick and dummy slaughter began. She was through the fourth set when Nabiki walked in on her. "Hey Akane, Kasumi says to wash up for lunch." She took note of the victims lying around on the floor. "And you might want to clean this up afterward." She shook her head. "Akane, you can't get him this way. I take it when you left him, he didn't look any different than this?" she said pointing to one of her earlier practice dummies. "Why in the world would I want that jerk in the first place?" There wasn't enough fire in the reply to make Nabiki drop it like she usually would. "Something happened to Ranma?" Akane sighed. "Can this wait?" Nabiki shrugged and left, and Akane began cleaning up, Ranma sticking in the back of her mind. Nabiki walked inside to see Kasumi setting their dining room table. She sighed, causing her elder sister to look at her in curiosity. "Those two will never get along at this rate. I wonder if daddy might pass him to one of us?" Kasumi just looked at her sister worriedly. "What happened to Ranma now?" "Akane wouldn't say. I imagine she's done something that hit him worse than usual. She actually seemed more than her usual stubborn caring-self when I talked to her." "I'm sure they will come around eventually." Kasumi allowed a smile to back her confidence. Nabiki helped Kasumi with the dishes, her look doing well to reflect her skepticism. "That's a pretty long eventually, neechan." ***************************** Ranma fought the queasiness in her stomach and continued to wash down. Somewhat calmer now, she pondered on what to do to remain in that state. The fire seemed to burn every time she had human contact. "Which explained why I had gone berserk when Akane was kicking me," she grumbled sourly. Well, simple enough goal: avoid contact with others, or lose control. She emptied the bucket over he head, and sighed in the relief that followed. Ironic that cold water seemed to be her sanctuary against her problems. She looked up from her musings to see Ukyou opening the bathroom door, toiletries in hand. "Ucchan?" The chef gave her fiancee a wry grin. "You were shacking like a leaf down there. Care to tell me why?" Remembering what she devised earlier, Ranma averted her eyes, as they had become suddenly obsessed with Ukyou's leggings. "Something happened with Akane's recent meal, and it's done some funny stuff to me." Her face took a deep shade of red. "I get...aroused everytime I'm touched by somebody." Ukyou's face went through a series of emotions: Shock, surprise, humor, intrigue, and worry. She finally settled on intrigue and worry. "That's a little weird, Ranchan, even for you. Does Akane know?" She shook her head. "Not as far as I know. What I need right now is to get to Dr. Tofu's and see what I can do about a cure." Ranma finally noticed that she was talking to herself, as Ukyou seemed to be elsewhere. "Ucchan?" She focused back on him, a look of caution painted in her eyes. "How bad has it gotten?" Ranma began blushing again. "It really doesn't matter, I just need something to cure it." Saotome thought the bullet dodged, but Ukyou sat down by her, setting a hand on her shoulder. She marveled at the sudden change. Ranma tensed and whimpered slightly, and her nipples hardened. Ukyou's heart sank a little lower. "Ranma please. I know I'm your friend, but I've got to know as your innazuke." Her eyes marked with fear met her blue ones full of shame. "How bad has it gotten?" Ranma seemed to shrink into herself. She had a definite idea of how Ukyou felt about her, so the truth would more than likely be another dagger into her heart. She swallowed, ignoring the fire that was smoldered, but starting to eat at the new source of kindling. "Shampoo was taking care of me when I passed out from a fight. I know she didn't know, because I was still tryin' to figure it out myself." She saw the pain build in Ukyou's eyes. She bit her lip and continued. "I dazed out, and took advantage of her. She's probably still asleep in Mousse's room." Ukyou backed away from Ranma, tears streaking down her cheek. I can take this, she thought. It was only the drug, not him. He only had sex with her. He didn't make love to her... She felt arms wrap her, and broke down afterward, crying into Ranma's naked chest. "Damnit, why? Why can't you love me? What have I done to hurt you like this?" Ranma was taken aback. "Ucchan, please. I never try to hurt you or anyone." "But you do you jackass! Everytime it's Akane, or the Amazon bimbo, or someone that just happens to catch sight of you! Your always comforting them, but only come to me with the emotional baggage! I..." she let out a sob. "I'm not blaming you for that, but why can't you just come and comfort me?" Ranma became aware of the fire once more as she hugged Ukyou tighter. Her head went spinning as she watched her start to babble herself into a lower pit of depression. She became aware of everything about her. The smell of okonomiyaki in her chestnut hair, her slim petite figure wracking with her sobs, her wrapped chest torturing the naked flesh of her breast and stomach. Her mind dreading the probabilities, Ranma began to unwrap herself from Ukyou's embrace, but was caught by a shivering arm. "Please Ranma, please don't run. Don't leave me again. I'll do anything you want, including giving up my claim on you, but please don't run from me again. Not like this." She started to massage Ranma's breast, while undoing her uniform sash. "Do anything you want to me, just don't run from me." The sash fell to either sides of her hips, and she brought the other hand to Ranma's chin, pulling her mouth to Ukyou's. Ranma's eyes went wide with a swirl of confusion, desire...and fear. She was afraid? The thought as well as the feeling was completely foreign, how could she possibly be scared of anything happening at the moment? The answer came with a moan into Ukyou's mouth. She was afraid of pain. Not hers, but Ukyou's. This was going to destroy the chef in the long run. She was doing nothing more than allowing herself to be comforted with a moment of passion that would mean nothing to Ranma or herself. And within that thought, Ranma found horror, as there was nothing he was doing to stop her. The drugs had gained the upper hand in the fight for control. She summoned every ounce of strength she had, and violently pulled from the intoxicating embrace. "Ukyou." Her breath came to her in short ragged gasp, and her temperature was making the coolness of the water that still dripped off of her evident, "We can't do this. It's empty, can't you see that?" But Ukyou didn't stop. She backed the girl to the wall of the bath, eyes fragile and pleading. "Ranchan... Ranma, can't we have this? Can't 'I' have you?" She put her right hand to Ranma's chest and continued her massaging and caressing. Her other hand was ran the length of the redhead's belly, then sank in between her thighs. Ranma could only gasp as her body responded, and she once again lost control. ***************************** Akane fumed silently in the street. She was fuming due to the source of her anger that had yet to show himself. Inward, she was worrying as well. One thing she had known Ranma for was a tolerance to pain. So why was he whimpering at her every hit? Observant senses also noticed an odd odor in the air as she was walking away. She still couldn't recognize why she blushed over it. She sighed. The only thing left to do now was go find the baka, to yell at him of course. But still, it would be nice to put the anxiety to rest and find out what is going on with him. ***************************** Ukyou played gently with the girl's folds around her delicate flower. Her hand became covered in sweet honey, and the musky scent was enough to make her crazy with desire. For only a moment, it brought true disgust and self- loathing to her heart. She regarded herself, despite her choice of wardrobe, a straight person. To think that she would even caress another woman's breast, let alone play with her sex was enough to send her heaving to the nearest toilet. Gazing into hungry blue eyes that reflected her own hunger, she pressed Ranma's mouth to hers, blanketing the moans the smaller girl was emitting. There was always a cure for such fears, Ukyou thought. Pulling back and licking her lips, Ukyou worked her way down Ranma's abdomen, gliding lightly over the rapt muscles with the tip of her tongue. She backed away once more and took in a full scan of the flustered redhead. Ranma's skin glistened with the thin layer of perspiration. Her breast bounced with every short breath. She was completely different from the Ranma Saotome that she knew. Even in girl form, she was never submissive to anything, nor anyone. Yet, here was the same person, who was at the moment grinding her hips against Ukyou's fingers with a quickness unreal to the chef. As an experiment for her hypothesis, Ukyou felt around briefly for the girl's clit, then pinched and twisted it. She jumped slightly at Ranma's scream. The girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she locked into convulsions around the okonomiyaki chef's fingers, soaking them with her juices. After another violent shake, she fell to Ukyou's shoulder, clamping onto her as a newborn would its mother. Her name echoed over and again in Ukyou's ear. ***************************** Fate has been known to be unwittingly cruel when it comes to human life. Situations always take an even greater nosedive when it makes its presence known at that point where things just couldn't possibly get any worse. Case in point: one Ranma Saotome. Having been afflicted with an unknown substance with the abilities to make him rather potent, in either cursed form or normal form, in the act of mating. This was rolling on its own, and would have dissipated down to the standard rate of craziness, if not Fate had seen another chance to play tip the dominoes with its favorite subject to date. For instance, at the moment of Akane's departure from the Tendo household to begin a search for the pigtailed boy, a spearhead imbedded itself into the wall with a schoolbag attached. Ranma's schoolbag. With Shampoo's shirt still inside, thanks to a once-in-a-century careless Cologne. A pity that Nabiki wandered in the dojo when it caught her attention. And then there's the culprit behind the spearhead, who was not in his right state of mind. That tends to happen when the woman you love and are obsessed with spends the night in the passionate grip of your sworn enemy. A double negative if the mind actually overrides the pressure point that was intended to bring some resemblance of peace due to the defiant heart that willed itself and the body to save and avenge the girl. Then there are the constant variables that were not considered in this ordeal wonder drug, like what else has it affected? How does it affect 'potency'? How much further can it affect physical ability? But that is all put on a back burner against the utter strength of the most potential threat to Ranma's happiness and sanity in life. Mainly, how far away was Akane from the Ucchan when she heard the scream? A block or two? Around the corner? Across the street? Perhaps she was wandering right by the entrance when she heard the shout of Ukyou and Kami's name? One thing's for sure; he is in for it now. ***************************** Okay, that's another of these chapters away. Much appreciation to the people who managed to put up with me writing this, and to HPackrat for keeping the concept in my ear for it to continue (No really, I was going to keep writing it). Anyway, too many possibilities for this not to keep going, so let's see how far I can milk this, ne? (Revised 6/25/02)