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OK, here's the final product. The background image is just a photo I had with a filter applied. I'm quite happy with the colouring and shading.

On a side note, anyone else note how much how Ukyou looked like Lita/Makoto in the Ranma Christmas Episode? Does that mean that Ranma reminds her of her old boyfriend?

The Story of the Pic:

The coastal beach was tranquil and serene. The holiday
season had not quite set in yet, and the grains of sand were mostly
left alone, save the odd tourist or seagull. The waves crawled over
the clean beach, wetting the sand with foam. The wind buffeted the
odd tree with a gentle sway. The sun managed to peek through the
clouds and warm the seaside. All in all, it was a relatively
beautiful day.
But, in this universe involving water curses and unorthidox
martial arts, such a condition can be very temporary.
An outcropping of rocks and boulders that led to the beach
began to flex and bulge as if some internal force was pushing
outwards. The stone began to buckle under the pressure, and cracks
appeared and grew on its surfaces. The air was filled with cracking
noises as the gaps widened and chips of rock flew off the stone.
With an enourmous cacophony, a good portion of the rocks
spewed forth and created a sizeable portal. Dust and debris fell
down to the ground. The rocks finally settled, and a lone figure
stepped forward from the new passageway into the sunlight. The
person looked up and invoked a familiar query:
"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?!"
Ryoga Hibiki once again found himself far from his goal.
For a week now he was trying to track down the elusive
location of the Tendo homestead. He had left his own house (quite an
accomplishment finding it in the firstplace) and had so far managed
to visit Kyoto, Laos, Marseilles, Rangoon and even Kingston. He
heaved a heavy sigh as he noted that his current location was not
his destination either.
With a weary heart, he started to make his way again,
towards his next waypoint in his journey.
Perhaps I can find someone who knows the way to Nerima! he
hoped to himself.
Ryoga trod along the beach, his feet making a deep
impression in the soft sand. His considerable constitution was
starting to fail, and his body was starting to remind him he hadn't
eaten for some time... nor slept, for that matter. Ryoga had learned
not to ignore these impulses, despite some slips in the past. His
single-mindedness could be a boon and a blessing.
Ryoga looked around the area to see if he could spot some
sort of food vendor. Someone selling some form of local fare would
do. Heck, the way his stomache was grumbling, even an average
ramen booth would do. In any case, his request was soon filled, as
he saw a yukata with familiar kanji printed on blowing flags.
"Ukyou Okonomiyaki... I'm saved!" Ryoga declared aloud,
causing a few seagulls to look at him with odd looks.
"Funny humans... always talking to themselves!" said one
seagull to another in seagullese. The other seagull merely tapped at
his temple with one wing.
Ryoga rushed in a strait line towards the okonomiyaki cart.
Soon, the sweet smell of the japanese pastries and multitude of
toppings wafted into his nasal passages. His mouth watered. One could
almost swear that a disembodied hand composed of odor pulled him
along towards the cart.
Ukyou had placed her cart just on the edge of the beach
where it met the streets of the city. The cart had been there a few
days, and the pretty chef had just finished a long rush. She was
just cleaning up the mess left over, when the familiar figure of
Ryoga plopped himself down on a stool in front of the cart. He
slapped down a few coins and declared:
"Ukyou! Two of your seafood specials, please!"
"And hello to you too, Hibiki!" Ukyou replied, trying to be
curt, but failing as she giggled at Ryoga's impulsiveness.
Ryoga waited as Ukyou finished up the first okonomiyaki. His
mind was focused on readying to eat up the treats. Ukyou flipped the
pancake with mastery onto a plate and plunked it down in from of
Ryoga. With a savagery rivalling a Wolverine or Tasmanian Devil,
he devoured the comestible. Somewhat satiated, he licked at his lips
and looked at Ukyou.
"Thank you very greatly!" he exclaimed. "That was delish!"
"Why thank-you, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou said, flattered.
Ryoga then stopped and examined Ukyou more closely. There was
something strange about her appearance that he couldn't quite place.
First off, he noted, she wasn't wearing her usual chef's costume.
Sure, she was wearing her usual bows, but instead of the garments of
an okonomiyaki cook was a pink and grey track suit. The jogging suit
did nothing for her figure, and seemed extremely loose fitting.
Ryoga couldn't even tell if Ukyou had on her breast-bindings or not.
Second, the outfit seemed a tad warm for the climate. It wasn't
sweltering, but the weather was hot enough for t-shirts and shorts.
While Ryoga was taking this all in, Ukyou started to talk.
"Listen, Ryoga." she began. "We're a long way from Nerima, and
that'll give us a long time to plan our next move."
"Another scheme?"
Ukyou looked down and chuckled to herself.
"You could say that. I could use the company anyways."
Ryoga's face drooped and his mouth formed into a scowl.
"I know, I know!" he griped. "With my sense of direction, I
have to be supervised constantly to get there."
"Cheer up, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou said. "We'll have a good time, I
promise you that!" At the same time, Ukyou placed a comforting hand
on Ryoga's shoulder. A wave of warmth passed over Ryoga from the
feminine hand. Ryoga's nose twitched as a sign of warning.
"By the way, Ukyou," Ryoga was eager to change the
conversation, "why the sweats? Doing some jogging?"
"You could say I'm doing a lot of exercise lately!" Ukyou
beamed with pride. "I'm getting into real good shape"
With that, Ukyou made a mock flex with her arms. Suddenly,
her arms seemed to swell up under the thick cloth of the track suit.
Ukyou quickly realised this fact and immediately stopped showing off.
She blushed and brought her arms to her sides. Fortunately, Ryoga
didn't appear to notice the change in her arms.
"I always thought you were in great shape, Ukyou." Ryoga
commented.
Ukyou turned away from Ryoga, her blush furthering its pink
shade into a full red.
"Th-th-hank you, Ryoga." She managed to blurt out.

After the dinner rush, Ryoga helped Ukyou clean up the
yukata. They brought the cart to a somewhat ramshackle cottage that
Ukyou had rented, and cleaned up the grill and the cooking utensils.
Jars and pots were washed. Ramikins and bowls were scrubbed and put
into their proper places. It took a good hour or two for the work
to be done. After which, the two martial artists slumped themselves
onto a couch for a rest.
"Thanks for the help, sugar!" Ukyou said to Ryoga as she
massaged her feet. Ryoga grunted something in reply, too tired to
form actual words.
Ukyou got back up and made her way to the small fridge that
came with the cottage. She opened it up and took out two sodas. She
tossed one to Ryoga and snapped open the other one. Ryoga quickly
guzzled the contents of his soda down, while Ukyou nursed hers.
"So, Ukyou, what's the plan this time?" Ryoga managed to
utter.
Ukyou gently cleared her throat and sat beside Ryoga on the
couch: right next to Ryoga, with very little distance between them.
Ryoga started, a little uneasy with the proximity. Ukyou placed her
hand on Ryoga's left shoulder and then nestled her hip against his
right side.
"I was thinking of an alternate game plan." Ukyou stated,
non-chalantly.
"Uk-k-k-you-sama!" Ryoga managed to blurt out. His nose had
turned a crimson red as it threatened to explode.
"You said I was in great shape, sugar!" Ukyou continued.
"Do you think I'm sexy, even?" Ukyou leaned in more towards Ryoga.
Her warmth threatened to engulf him.
Ryoga then became aware of the presence of a certain part of
the female anatomy pressing into him. It was then apparant to Ryoga
that Ukyou was NOT wearing her breast bindings. In fact, it didn't
seem as if she was wearing any form of support, and he was accutely
aware that her nipple was poking into his side. In addition, her
breasts seemed to have grown since he had seen her last. Not that he
was able to keep too in the know about such things.
Managing to keep conscious, Ryoga stammered some more, and
his nose began to drip with blood. All other thoughts were removed
from his head: his rivalry with Ranma, his curse, his lack of sense
of direction, Akane, his fifth grade teacher, the old ladle lady,
everything.
"Ukyou-sama!" he blurted out again.
"I've got something to show you!" Ukyou whispered into
Ryoga's ear, her hot breath not helping Ryoga's disposition in the
least. "Meet me outside in five minutes."
With that, Ukyou stood up suddenly and darted into the
bedroom. She gave Ryoga a long sultry look as she slowly closed the
door.
Ryoga was left in the main room, his face quite red and his
nose fighting a losing battle. He looked down to his crotch, and
found that there was quite a bit of a bulge. He gulped down and tried
his best to calm himself down. Twinges of electricity pulsed up and
down his body.
"Remember, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou's voice came muffled from the
bedroom. "Outside... five minutes!"

Outside the cottage: Five minutes later.
Ryoga was pacing up and down the back side of the cottage.
It was taking all his mental reserves to keep from wandering off. He
didn't know what was in store for him, but he knew that this was one
of those opportunities that you didn't walk away from.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He clobbered himself on the head a few times.
Akane! He cursed to himself. How can I think of another
woman when I am devoted to you! Perhaps I should go now! Something's
happened to Ukyou, and I don't want to...
"Oh, Ryoga-kun!" Ukyou's cry came from around the corner.
She walked slowly from the other side of the cottage. She was
wearing a teal bath robe that covered her entire body, save her head,
hands, and feet. The robe did not indicate the usual curves of her
body, but instead hid her form. Ryoga did note that she was carrying
her enourmous battle spatula.
"I can't wait to show you this." Ukyou said as she set down
her spatula. She opened the robe and exposed what she had been hiding.
Her flesh was covered underneath by a teal and blue bikini.
However, this was not the surprise that Ukyou had reveled. Instead of
her usual petite form, Ukyou's body was rippling with muscle. Her
abdomen was riddled by a six-pack. The bumps shifted as she moved
her torso. The musculature started from below her enourmous breasts
and continued to the top of her high-cut bikini bottom.
From there, her powerful hips led into her powerful legs.
Cords of powerful muscle flowed down. Her calf muscles bulged as she
bobbed up and down on them. Ukyou twisted her legs right and left,
causing her quads to dance.
Ukyou removed the robe completely, letting it fall to the
ground. She spread her arms out, letting her lats flare out. She
curled her arms into a classic flexing position, now revealing the
powerful limbs she had tried to conceal before. Her biceps poked up
into the air. Her shoulders rose up, reaching towards her face.
Ukyou rotated on the balls of her feet and then flexed her
back muscles. She showed Ryoga the full development there, pointing
the wide musculature of her back in his direction. She again curled
her arms, showing Ryoga a flex of her arms.
Ukyou turned again and flexed the tricep of her left arm.
The muscle bounced up and down. She then executed a side chest pose.
Convinced she had given him a full show, Ukyou stood with
her hands on her hips and gave her full attention to Ryoga.
Ryoga stood gaping at Ukyou. He was rooted to the spot,
unable to move. His anatomy threatened to destroy his pants. His
eyes were wide as okonomiyaki. His mouth was wide open and his face
was a deep red.
Ukyou picked up her spatula, and gripped it behind her head
in a sultry pose.
"So, what do you think, sugar?" She asked.
Ryoga's nose exploded under the pressure. He collapsed on
the sand.
Ukyou sighed, went over to the lost boy's prone form, and
picked him up under her left arm.
"What say we continue this inside?" Ukyou said, and
hauled Ryoga's limp form into the cottage.

END

Description
OK, here's the final product. The background image is just a photo I had with a filter applied. I'm quite happy with the colouring and shading.

On a side note, anyone else note how much how Ukyou looked like Lita/Makoto in the Ranma Christmas Episode? Does that mean that Ranma reminds her of her old boyfriend?

The Story of the Pic:

The coastal beach was tranquil and serene. The holiday
season had not quite set in yet, and the grains of sand were mostly
left alone, save the odd tourist or seagull. The waves crawled over
the clean beach, wetting the sand with foam. The wind buffeted the
odd tree with a gentle sway. The sun managed to peek through the
clouds and warm the seaside. All in all, it was a relatively
beautiful day.
But, in this universe involving water curses and unorthidox
martial arts, such a condition can be very temporary.
An outcropping of rocks and boulders that led to the beach
began to flex and bulge as if some internal force was pushing
outwards. The stone began to buckle under the pressure, and cracks
appeared and grew on its surfaces. The air was filled with cracking
noises as the gaps widened and chips of rock flew off the stone.
With an enourmous cacophony, a good portion of the rocks
spewed forth and created a sizeable portal. Dust and debris fell
down to the ground. The rocks finally settled, and a lone figure
stepped forward from the new passageway into the sunlight. The
person looked up and invoked a familiar query:
"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?!"
Ryoga Hibiki once again found himself far from his goal.
For a week now he was trying to track down the elusive
location of the Tendo homestead. He had left his own house (quite an
accomplishment finding it in the firstplace) and had so far managed
to visit Kyoto, Laos, Marseilles, Rangoon and even Kingston. He
heaved a heavy sigh as he noted that his current location was not
his destination either.
With a weary heart, he started to make his way again,
towards his next waypoint in his journey.
Perhaps I can find someone who knows the way to Nerima! he
hoped to himself.
Ryoga trod along the beach, his feet making a deep
impression in the soft sand. His considerable constitution was
starting to fail, and his body was starting to remind him he hadn't
eaten for some time... nor slept, for that matter. Ryoga had learned
not to ignore these impulses, despite some slips in the past. His
single-mindedness could be a boon and a blessing.
Ryoga looked around the area to see if he could spot some
sort of food vendor. Someone selling some form of local fare would
do. Heck, the way his stomache was grumbling, even an average
ramen booth would do. In any case, his request was soon filled, as
he saw a yukata with familiar kanji printed on blowing flags.
"Ukyou Okonomiyaki... I'm saved!" Ryoga declared aloud,
causing a few seagulls to look at him with odd looks.
"Funny humans... always talking to themselves!" said one
seagull to another in seagullese. The other seagull merely tapped at
his temple with one wing.
Ryoga rushed in a strait line towards the okonomiyaki cart.
Soon, the sweet smell of the japanese pastries and multitude of
toppings wafted into his nasal passages. His mouth watered. One could
almost swear that a disembodied hand composed of odor pulled him
along towards the cart.
Ukyou had placed her cart just on the edge of the beach
where it met the streets of the city. The cart had been there a few
days, and the pretty chef had just finished a long rush. She was
just cleaning up the mess left over, when the familiar figure of
Ryoga plopped himself down on a stool in front of the cart. He
slapped down a few coins and declared:
"Ukyou! Two of your seafood specials, please!"
"And hello to you too, Hibiki!" Ukyou replied, trying to be
curt, but failing as she giggled at Ryoga's impulsiveness.
Ryoga waited as Ukyou finished up the first okonomiyaki. His
mind was focused on readying to eat up the treats. Ukyou flipped the
pancake with mastery onto a plate and plunked it down in from of
Ryoga. With a savagery rivalling a Wolverine or Tasmanian Devil,
he devoured the comestible. Somewhat satiated, he licked at his lips
and looked at Ukyou.
"Thank you very greatly!" he exclaimed. "That was delish!"
"Why thank-you, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou said, flattered.
Ryoga then stopped and examined Ukyou more closely. There was
something strange about her appearance that he couldn't quite place.
First off, he noted, she wasn't wearing her usual chef's costume.
Sure, she was wearing her usual bows, but instead of the garments of
an okonomiyaki cook was a pink and grey track suit. The jogging suit
did nothing for her figure, and seemed extremely loose fitting.
Ryoga couldn't even tell if Ukyou had on her breast-bindings or not.
Second, the outfit seemed a tad warm for the climate. It wasn't
sweltering, but the weather was hot enough for t-shirts and shorts.
While Ryoga was taking this all in, Ukyou started to talk.
"Listen, Ryoga." she began. "We're a long way from Nerima, and
that'll give us a long time to plan our next move."
"Another scheme?"
Ukyou looked down and chuckled to herself.
"You could say that. I could use the company anyways."
Ryoga's face drooped and his mouth formed into a scowl.
"I know, I know!" he griped. "With my sense of direction, I
have to be supervised constantly to get there."
"Cheer up, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou said. "We'll have a good time, I
promise you that!" At the same time, Ukyou placed a comforting hand
on Ryoga's shoulder. A wave of warmth passed over Ryoga from the
feminine hand. Ryoga's nose twitched as a sign of warning.
"By the way, Ukyou," Ryoga was eager to change the
conversation, "why the sweats? Doing some jogging?"
"You could say I'm doing a lot of exercise lately!" Ukyou
beamed with pride. "I'm getting into real good shape"
With that, Ukyou made a mock flex with her arms. Suddenly,
her arms seemed to swell up under the thick cloth of the track suit.
Ukyou quickly realised this fact and immediately stopped showing off.
She blushed and brought her arms to her sides. Fortunately, Ryoga
didn't appear to notice the change in her arms.
"I always thought you were in great shape, Ukyou." Ryoga
commented.
Ukyou turned away from Ryoga, her blush furthering its pink
shade into a full red.
"Th-th-hank you, Ryoga." She managed to blurt out.

After the dinner rush, Ryoga helped Ukyou clean up the
yukata. They brought the cart to a somewhat ramshackle cottage that
Ukyou had rented, and cleaned up the grill and the cooking utensils.
Jars and pots were washed. Ramikins and bowls were scrubbed and put
into their proper places. It took a good hour or two for the work
to be done. After which, the two martial artists slumped themselves
onto a couch for a rest.
"Thanks for the help, sugar!" Ukyou said to Ryoga as she
massaged her feet. Ryoga grunted something in reply, too tired to
form actual words.
Ukyou got back up and made her way to the small fridge that
came with the cottage. She opened it up and took out two sodas. She
tossed one to Ryoga and snapped open the other one. Ryoga quickly
guzzled the contents of his soda down, while Ukyou nursed hers.
"So, Ukyou, what's the plan this time?" Ryoga managed to
utter.
Ukyou gently cleared her throat and sat beside Ryoga on the
couch: right next to Ryoga, with very little distance between them.
Ryoga started, a little uneasy with the proximity. Ukyou placed her
hand on Ryoga's left shoulder and then nestled her hip against his
right side.
"I was thinking of an alternate game plan." Ukyou stated,
non-chalantly.
"Uk-k-k-you-sama!" Ryoga managed to blurt out. His nose had
turned a crimson red as it threatened to explode.
"You said I was in great shape, sugar!" Ukyou continued.
"Do you think I'm sexy, even?" Ukyou leaned in more towards Ryoga.
Her warmth threatened to engulf him.
Ryoga then became aware of the presence of a certain part of
the female anatomy pressing into him. It was then apparant to Ryoga
that Ukyou was NOT wearing her breast bindings. In fact, it didn't
seem as if she was wearing any form of support, and he was accutely
aware that her nipple was poking into his side. In addition, her
breasts seemed to have grown since he had seen her last. Not that he
was able to keep too in the know about such things.
Managing to keep conscious, Ryoga stammered some more, and
his nose began to drip with blood. All other thoughts were removed
from his head: his rivalry with Ranma, his curse, his lack of sense
of direction, Akane, his fifth grade teacher, the old ladle lady,
everything.
"Ukyou-sama!" he blurted out again.
"I've got something to show you!" Ukyou whispered into
Ryoga's ear, her hot breath not helping Ryoga's disposition in the
least. "Meet me outside in five minutes."
With that, Ukyou stood up suddenly and darted into the
bedroom. She gave Ryoga a long sultry look as she slowly closed the
door.
Ryoga was left in the main room, his face quite red and his
nose fighting a losing battle. He looked down to his crotch, and
found that there was quite a bit of a bulge. He gulped down and tried
his best to calm himself down. Twinges of electricity pulsed up and
down his body.
"Remember, Ryo-chan!" Ukyou's voice came muffled from the
bedroom. "Outside... five minutes!"

Outside the cottage: Five minutes later.
Ryoga was pacing up and down the back side of the cottage.
It was taking all his mental reserves to keep from wandering off. He
didn't know what was in store for him, but he knew that this was one
of those opportunities that you didn't walk away from.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He clobbered himself on the head a few times.
Akane! He cursed to himself. How can I think of another
woman when I am devoted to you! Perhaps I should go now! Something's
happened to Ukyou, and I don't want to...
"Oh, Ryoga-kun!" Ukyou's cry came from around the corner.
She walked slowly from the other side of the cottage. She was
wearing a teal bath robe that covered her entire body, save her head,
hands, and feet. The robe did not indicate the usual curves of her
body, but instead hid her form. Ryoga did note that she was carrying
her enourmous battle spatula.
"I can't wait to show you this." Ukyou said as she set down
her spatula. She opened the robe and exposed what she had been hiding.
Her flesh was covered underneath by a teal and blue bikini.
However, this was not the surprise that Ukyou had reveled. Instead of
her usual petite form, Ukyou's body was rippling with muscle. Her
abdomen was riddled by a six-pack. The bumps shifted as she moved
her torso. The musculature started from below her enourmous breasts
and continued to the top of her high-cut bikini bottom.
From there, her powerful hips led into her powerful legs.
Cords of powerful muscle flowed down. Her calf muscles bulged as she
bobbed up and down on them. Ukyou twisted her legs right and left,
causing her quads to dance.
Ukyou removed the robe completely, letting it fall to the
ground. She spread her arms out, letting her lats flare out. She
curled her arms into a classic flexing position, now revealing the
powerful limbs she had tried to conceal before. Her biceps poked up
into the air. Her shoulders rose up, reaching towards her face.
Ukyou rotated on the balls of her feet and then flexed her
back muscles. She showed Ryoga the full development there, pointing
the wide musculature of her back in his direction. She again curled
her arms, showing Ryoga a flex of her arms.
Ukyou turned again and flexed the tricep of her left arm.
The muscle bounced up and down. She then executed a side chest pose.
Convinced she had given him a full show, Ukyou stood with
her hands on her hips and gave her full attention to Ryoga.
Ryoga stood gaping at Ukyou. He was rooted to the spot,
unable to move. His anatomy threatened to destroy his pants. His
eyes were wide as okonomiyaki. His mouth was wide open and his face
was a deep red.
Ukyou picked up her spatula, and gripped it behind her head
in a sultry pose.
"So, what do you think, sugar?" She asked.
Ryoga's nose exploded under the pressure. He collapsed on
the sand.
Ukyou sighed, went over to the lost boy's prone form, and
picked him up under her left arm.
"What say we continue this inside?" Ukyou said, and
hauled Ryoga's limp form into the cottage.

END