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[Day 5]

As a lesbian bar in Nerima Ward, No Man's Land Bar and Love
Motel saw many very beautiful and powerful ladies over its many
years of operations. But this afternoon was a sight none would ever
forget.

Every woman in the bar felt it. What it was, most were
uncertain, but everyone's eyes were drawn to the entranceway.

A goddess came through the entranceway.

Three-inch high-heels made from red leather adorned her delicate
feet. The heels gave way to long, tanned, athletic legs that seemed to
go on forever. Her legs disappeared into a form-hugging, skin-tight
red leather micro-miniskirt, which made it obvious to anyone that this
goddess went /commando/. The skirt hugged her hips and lead to a
flat, bare stomach. Looking higher, lead one to an impressive D-Cup
set of female perfection wrapped in a red-leather halter top, which
seemed to higlight and enhance the goddess's chest instead of
concealing it. A bare, slender neck lead to a strong, yet gentle, jaw
line with a smile on her face, and grey-blue eyes seemingly twinkling
in mirth. Red hair fell loosely down the goddess's back all the way
down to her perfect ass. Each step she took was poetry in motion.

This goddess moved like a jungle cat, confident in her abilities
and security in her sexuality.

Her musical voice purred out, "Sempai!"

She glided from the doorway to a blonde, who was seated off to one
side in a blink of an eye. The blonde, a women in her mid to late
thirties, slight athletic look, was as taken with the goddess as
everyone else.

Everyone could feel the love and affection conveyed in the
goddess's kiss to the blonde woman. There was a collective sigh of
pleasure, touched with disappointment that such a goddess was not
paying such attention to them.

The blonde seemed to melt and was only standing up because of the
goddess's caressing her lower back and ass.

Without any apparent effort, the goddess picked the blonde up and
sat down on the now vacant chair, and easily set the blonde on her
lap.

"Why, Red, you sure are happy to me," the blonde said jokily.

Red's grin seem to radiate out from her and filled the room with
joy. "I'm always happy to see you, Sempai," Red said with a laugh.

Many in the bar could only stare at sight. /Red/, as they
called her, was everyone's /imooto-chan/. While they knew of her
Jusenkyou curse, and her history, it was just easier for everyone just
to think of her as their imooto.

A little over five months ago, Red appeared in their lives, looking
much like a drowned rat and just about as well off. After giving her
some /pick-me-up/, they heard her story, and took her in as one
of their own. Then, she was but a young teenager, ignorant of the
world, and they set about helping her learn.

And now, the student had returned a Mistress.



The nine Sailor Senshi were not sure what they were expecting, but
this was not it.

Sailor Venus had pointed out that if they wished to be trained, yet
maintain their secret identities, they would have to go in the Senshi
forms. Although, Sailors Jupiter and Uranus pointed out that if this
Ranma was as good as the urban legends stated, then he would be able
to identify them, regardless of their Senshi magical protection.

Sailor Mars pointed out that there was a benefit of going in their
Senshi forms in that that they could simply Sailor Teleport to the
Nerima Ward, avoiding any transportation needs of getting from the
Juuban Ward to the other side of Tokyo.

It was Sailor Saturn that mentioned that they had no idea where in
Nerima to start looking for the Tendo Dojo and it's master, Ranma
Saotome of the Saotome Musabetsu Kakuto Ryuu.

So Sailor Mercury did a quick search of the Internet, which they
others did not know the Mercury Computer could do. Only Usagi noticed
the blush that Mercury tried to hide with that little face being
revealed. Very soon thereafter, she discovered that Ranma Saotome
went to Furinkan High School.

So they decided to Sailor Teleport there, since they could find it
on a map of Nerima. They even hoped that they might even get lucky, in
that Ranma, himself, might be attending a school function, or could
find someone to point them in the correct direction.

They did not expect to appear in the middle of a softball game, and
everyone, save a few teenage boys, ignoring them.

Being ignored was not something the Sailor Senshi were used to.

Nine young women, wearing mini-skirts, tight blouses, and
high-heels, appearing out of thin air, and no one blinked. In fact,
the softball game continued, with the players simply playing around
them.

If it was not for those few teenage boys, who were leering at them
in a very uncomfortable way, they would have thought they were
invisible some how.

When they used Senshi-boosted jumps to leave the softball field as
fast as they could, they were sure that they heard several comments
about being "slow", "weak", and "Happosai-bait". Who or what a
Happosai was, they did not know. But the mere mention of word
Happosai sent shivers down their backs.

Sailor Uranus, being impatient, stalked over to a guy, and picked
him up by his shirt. But before she could ask any question, the guy
calming stated, "Tendo Dojo is that way." After pointing, he then gave
a bit more detailed directions

Out of curiosity, Sailor Mercury asked, "How did you know we wished
directions to the Tendo Dojo?"

The guy snorted as if it was obvious, but he stated, "This is
Nerima. Nine beautiful girls wearing skimpy outfits appear out of thin
air? Of course, you want to see Ranma Saotome. With his luck, you're
either some reincarnated Princesses of a Magical Kingdom looking for
their fiancee or you're here to challenge him in some kind of Magical
Fighting Tournament. Or maybe it's both. Either way, you want to see
Saotome-san."

Uranus blinked, nodded, and put the guy down.

As a group, the nine Sailor Senshi headed in the indicated
direction, unaware they were being watched.



Nabiki had a smile upon her face, and she was skipping along. She
had removed a very dangerous magical-book from Cologne, as well as
putting the old ghoul in her place. The nerve of trying to steal her
Master's Lifestone. She really wished she could transfigure Cologne
into a bug, and step on her.

Before they actually got back home, Nabiki had thought it would be
best to try to blend in as best they could. To which, she had promised
her Master not to use that much magic back home. After all, Nabiki
Tendo was ignorant of true magic, in general, and that she was a
sorceress-born, specifically.

At least, everyone knew she was an exhibitionist at heart, so she
could get away with her skimpy outfits that she wore so that her
Master might have readily access to his property. Unfortunately, for
her libido, her Master was not one for public affection, so he had
not taken the opportunities that she made for him. Of course, her
Master did make up for those missed opportunities in private.

Nabiki sighed, now she was hungry for her Master's touch, but he
had several things he had to take over this day. What is a girl
to do?

She was broken out of her musing when she felt a major magical
backlash wash over her.

Some group of bakas had just forced themselves into Nerima, without
any consideration to the environment or magical fields of the area.

Whatever they meant to do, they had, for all intends and purposes,
just used an atomic bomb to try to cook a beef roast medium rare.

She spent the next half an hour dealing with the fall out to
the local magic-fields.

She turned herself invisible, using a combination of various
disillusionment charms she had learned and ki-concealment techniques
that her Master had created. She took to the air using only her ki,
and followed the nine magical signatures she found in her magical
clean up.

She watched the nine magic-girls trying to make their way through
Nerima.

They were surrounded by a powerful magical field, that seemed to
act both as a defensive field and as a You-Don't-Know-Me jinx.
Despites its power, the field and jinx would not stop anyone from
figuring out their secret identity if they made any serious effort into
checking them out. It was completely useless against anyone who was
trained to notice their surroundings or focus their will, such as
those in Nerima. Even if those in Nerima knew their identities, most
in Nerima had learned the lesson of not messing with magic from her
Master's problems.

There were three blondes, a brunette, one with blue hair with black
highlights, one raven-hair with red highlights, one with light green
hair, one with dark green hair, and one with dark-purple hair with
black highlights.

Nabiki was not bisexual, by any means. When her Master was in
female form, she enjoyed it, only because it was her Master. For her,
touching another woman was as exciting as touching herself. Touching
herself was boring and a waste of time, unless she was obeying her
Master. But in the decades that they had been together, and her desire
to increase her Master's harem, she had developed an eye for female
flesh. True, it was more of a slaver's eye, then a lover's, but she
was still a good judge of what her Master, and most guys, would like.

All nine girls were in good health, although, having soft bodies.
The brunette had the largest breasts of the group, while the tall
blonde had the smallest. They were all in shape, more likely from
general fitness and dieting, then any body-shaping like a dancer, who
needed strong legs, or body-building, like a Martial Artist or
Athlete, who needed a strong overall body.

The tall blonde, the brunette, and the raven-hair seemed to be the
only ones with any Martial Arts training. She doubted any of the three
were above a typical Nerimian.

She casted several magical-scanning of the girls. What she found
was... interesting. All nine girls were tied to entire planetary mana
pools, which had not been adjusted for use outside of their planetary
source. Each used an elemental focus to use their magic.

She used an advanced Legilimency spell, to do a scan of their
minds.

It was quickly evident that these so-called Sailor Senshi
had less then a first-year Novice's understanding of magic. Yet, their
potential is literally as large as the planets they were named after.

She did smirk to learn that there was an entire magazine devoted to
her Master. She would have to get her own copy of Stallion
Watch[1], as soon as she could. In point of fact,
there were over a dozen special edition magazines published by Martial
Arts Times, focusing on individual Martial Artists of note. Of course,
they were only published as new material was available, usually once a
year. But for her Master, his edition was published almost monthly
because of all the challenges and chaotic events that filled his life.
Just proved, once again, how much of a /ta'veren/[2] her Master was even before they left on their journey
through the Multiverse.

Her heart went out to Ami Mizuno, Sailor Mercury, for she knew what
she was going through. In fact, she found that she was a bit jealous
of her. Ami had figured out, at a younger age, what she, herself, had
only an inking of before she joined Ranma on his journey through the
Multiverse. Of course, Ami had the benefit of having a Mother with
similar needs, who was very supportive and understanding, as well as,
having unlimited access to the Internet. Ami had more bondage material
then she knew existed. Ami had done her research, even subscribing to
Martial Arts Times[3], not only for the various
pictorial gallery that Makoto got it for, but as a guide in looking
for a strong Master. She could easily see Ami has Ranma's second
slave-wife. The question was, not would her Master include Ami, but
would He also help Dr Mizuno out as well?

Next girl of note was Makoto Kino, Sailor Jupiter. She felt sorry
for her. She had to face the lost of both her parents, as well as,
having to go through puberty at much younger age then her peers.
Although, she did not mean to, Makoto stood out in a crowd. All she
wanted was to have someone to love her, for herself, and someone she
could respect and please. Makoto knew the truth. That women existed to
serve and please men, and that her Master was the one above all to
please and serve.

She noted that Haruka Ten'ou knew her Master prior to his arrival
to the Tendo-ke. In that time, young Haruka had quickly learned that
it was easier to submit to her Master, then trying to compete with
him. Although, Haruka would not have put it into those terms, as she
was not old enough to understand the sexual dynamics involved,
was trying to compete athletically with her Master, the lesson was
still the same. In all but name, young Haruka was her Master's first
student/slave. Haruka had realized the Truth, no other man could
compare with her Master, nor were any other man worth her time.

It amused her that all three Sailor Senshi had come to Nerima, not
only seeking her Master for Devil-hunting training, like the other
six, but also seeking her Master to be their Master as well. Each had
prepared in their own way. Ami had studied various bondage
material, prepared a logical argument for her Master to take her on as
his slave, and had meditated for several weeks to obey her Master's
slights command fully. Makoto was prepared to show what a excellent
cook, maid and slave she could be. Haruka had dolled herself
up. Not only did Haruka got some make-up, but learned how to properly
apply it. She also got a push-up bra, and a dress that showed off her
athletic figure in the most feminine light. She had recalled that, at
first, her Master had mistakenly thought of her as a boy, so she made
an attempt to make sure there would be no possible way for that to
happen again.

She noted a group of Devil Hunters was approaching, so she just
observed and let them take care of the Sailor Senshi. She knew that
her Master would not wish for her to influence the new girls
overly much. Not that three of them needed it, but she did like to
have the whole set.


[Morning, Day 6]

There was a soft sound of air displacement, and the once empty park was not.

Once more, Beryl of Atlantis walked the Earth.