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Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. Sailor Moon is the creation
of Naoko
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All My Outers...
Prologue: Here Comes the Brides
PsyckoSama (syp104@psu.edu)

Ranma let out a low groan as he opened his eyes to the day. Bright. It
was just was too damn bright. The morning sunlight was like two hot
daggers of solar hellfire burning into his eyes sockets.

He clamped his eyes shut, and let him mind wander. What the hell was
going on? Slowly, through a clouded mind, he considered his current
state. His eyes were supersensitive. It took everyone a moment to
adjust to the light level when they woke up in the morning, but this
was ridiculous.

He also had problems thinking. While most people would think that was
normal, it was not. While he would loath to admit it, the only thing
quicker than his mind, was his mouth. Right now that was not the case.
He was light headed, and his mind was working more slowly.

He had no idea where he was or what he was doing here, but he sure as
hell felt strange. Like some kind of mist had been lifted from his
eyes.

What the hell was this pressure on his chest? He slowly shifted his
body, and felt some form of weak resistance when he moved his arms.
Suddenly, the pressure shifted. Ranma's mind went into immediately
overdrive. It was then that he realized what was probably going on.

Slowly, he forced his eyes open, fighting the pain. He did not like
what he saw as his vision cleared.

He was in bed with four people. Four naked people. Four very *female*
naked people. The on his on his chest was a small, cute, black haired
girl in her mid teens, fourteen, fifteen at best. The girl on his left
was a beautiful and had aquamarine hair. On his right was a healthy
but tomboy-ish blond, and there appeared to be a shock of dark green
hair at the foot of the bed.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He was the filling of a girl sandwich. No
ifs, ands, or buts about it: Akane was going to *kill* him, slowly and
painfully... and if she didn't, Shampoo and Ukyo would finish the job.

He had to get out of here! He had to run! He didn't know exactly how he
was going but he was. Saotome Ranma was not going to die because of
this! An orgy wouldn't do *him* in.

He had to get out. He had to escape before it was too late, but how?
Maybe he could squirm out of their grip! Yeah, that might work, squirm
out of their grip and run! If he did that, he might have a chance!

There was a loud yawn from the girl on his chest as she reentered the
land of the living. She groaned slightly as she opened her eyes. After
a moment she looked up, and straight into Ranma's eyes.

So much for his chance.

She smiled cutely, and blinked twice for good measure. "Er, hello."

"Ahh, Hi," replied Ranma.

The cute girl blushed and looked downwards, "Something poking me in the
hip..."

Ranma gagged, so that's what that pleasant feeling was....

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you!" she giggled cutely.

Ranma's mind froze, and he slowly nodded affirming her accusation with
an "Ah huh".

Again, the girl giggled, "I feel lightheaded... I bet this is just a
strange dream. I'm going back to sleep now, okay?" To accentuate her
point, she yawned.

Ranma gulped. He wished this was just a dream. Maybe if she went to
sleep he could find a way out, if only he could get out from under this
cute girl. "Er... okay."

"Good night..." The girl smiled, and snuggled into Ranma's chest, much
to his growing discomfort. "Mmm, this is nice..."

Her movement must have awakened the woman at his feet, because there
was a groan at the foot of the bed, and then a loud thud as she rolled
off, followed a battery of what sounded like curses in some strange
foreign language.

Ranma chuckled morosely to himself as he one again took stock of the
situation. He was in bed with four women. One of them was awake, and
cuddling his chest, another just fell off the bed and was obviously
pissed, and two more were still sleeping in his arms. Considering his
past luck with women he could only come to one realization.

"So this is it, I am going to die."

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Setsuna cursed loudly as she hit the ground. Today her chosen language
was Old Norse, and the reason was its colorful collection of insults
and foul words. The Norse really knew how to express their opinion when
things were not going their way.

Once she was done venting her displeasure, she laid back onto the
floor. Squinting because of the light, she began to consider her
situation.

She was nude, she had just gotten laid, and she had no idea how she had
gotten into this situation. She tried to remember, but she was drawing
a blank. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs, the
last time she had been this lightheaded was... was... 1960-something.

Setsuna squinted her eyes, and took a quick look at the interior.
Haruka and Michiru's room. Could she have had a three-some with the two
lesbians?

Her hand quickly darted down to her nether regions. After a moment of
probing, she brought her hand up to her nose and took a sniff.

So much for that theory. There was definitely a man present. Girls just
don't smell like that.

Setsuna carefully stood up, but her movement was slowed by an aching
pain in her lower half. Whomever she had been with was very energetic.
To get her this sore he'd of had to screw her brains out. Too bad she
could remember any of it.

She sat back down to orient herself. Man, what was that uncomfortable
feeling on her finger? She looked down at her hand, and was struck by a
wave of sobriety.

She was wearing a ring, a wedding ring. Now this was new. She could
honestly say that in all her thousands of years of life she had never
married.

Setsuna swore to herself, this time in Sanskrit. While she was not
particularly fond of the Sumerian culture, they always had the most
explicit curses. They made the Norse sound clean.

When she was finished vocalizing her displeasure, she laid back and
thought to herself. What now? She would have to have it annulled, there
was no other option. She did not know the person, and she could not
afford a long-term relationship.

She had too many secrets, and could not allow herself to become
attached to a 'mortal'. She had already watched everything and everyone
she had ever known and loved be destroyed once, and she would be damned
before she watched a husband slowly rot away from old age while she
stayed young. It was just not good for one's mental health.

Oh well, that could come later. Time to take a look at "husband number
one". Great, now she was sounding like those bitter old divorc�es that
she knew during her time in America.

She shook her head then slowly wobbled to her feet, and took a look on
the bed. What the hell? Michiru, Haruka, and Hotaru too?! She blinked
twice then exclaimed, "What the hell?!"



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