Hi.

   Being the Dirty Old Man that I am, I thought I'd write myself a Lemon.  And I did.  And it was nifty.

   Being the Egotistical Maniac that I am, I thought I'd post it on raac.  I did, and got some commentary from other Dirty Old Foo.  They liked it, and wanted more.  This taste of commentary inflamed my senses, grown weak from hiding in my hovel so as not to damage the sensibilies of more civilized people.  I wanted more.  I wanted others to read my work and tell me what they think of it.

    What to do?  Where to go?

    And then I found out about _you_ guys.  Boy, are you going to be sorry you advertised.

    Part one of this is available in the standard raac archive, under http://www.cs.ubc.ca/cgi-bin/ftp/pub/archive/anime-fan-works/Ranma/Lemon/ranma.lemon.yet-another-ranma-lemon.gz/|gzip/type/ranma.lemon.yet-another-ranma-lemon.

    Boy, that's a long URL, isn't it?

    In any case, here's part 2.
    Read It.
    Comment it.
    Or I'll write "Ranma Vs. Hanson."

Disclaimer:  You could argue that several of the characters in this fanfic are
out of character.  You'ld be right.  It's difficult to write Ranma and his
cohorts engaging in this sort of heavy, sweaty, getting stuff in your hair
style of sex and remaining in character.  (At least, not without being
drugged.)  Besides, if you want in-character, go read something else.

I don't get paid for this.  Sending me feedback at gcaller@hotmail.com makes me
feel good about myself and makes me want to write more porn.

WARNING:  This is the hot, sweaty, heaving, nasty kind of porn that you shouldn't
be reading if you're under 21 or something like that.  If you read this and
are offended, perhaps you should have listened to me, neh?

YARL:Yet Another Ranma Lemon
Chapter 2
A New Girl at School.  Is it time for Sex Ed already?


    Being doused with cold water is a fairly effective way to be woken up,
Ranma thought.  It was also highly annoying.
    She leapt up, her wet clothes plastered to her curvaceous form, and
shook her fist at her father.  "Why did you do that, idiot?"
    Her father, still in panda form, held up a sign.  [Time to practice!]
    Ranma growled, and ran forward.  Dodging to the right in sync with
his father, who always jumped that way, she grabbed one of his arms and
rolled, throwing him out of the (fortunately) open window, and out into
the carp pond.  A loud splash resounded.
    Not willing to let it go from there, Ranma ran to the window, and
flipped out, landing perfectly next to the pool.  Her father, unfortunately,
had seen her coming, and did a leg-sweep that knocked her down.  It was
only by rolling out of the way as fast as possible that she wasn�t pinned.
    The match went on from there.

    Akane grimaced as she pulled on her school uniform.  She still
couldn�t believe it!  That perverted loudmouth had woken the whole house up
with her fighting.  Tugging on the collar to her blouse, she continued to
fume.  It wasn�t fair that Nabiki and Kasumi liked Ranma.  If all three of
them had worked together, the freak might have left last night.  As it was,
it looked like she�d end up related to the perv.
    Unless, the back of her mind suggested, something was to bring her
sisters back to their senses.

    In Nabiki�s room, Ranma was drying herself off from the wake-up
call.  "Are you sure I gotta wear a uniform?"
    Nabiki sighed.  "Yes, Ranma, for the tenth time.  Yes.  School
uniforms are required.  We don�t have enough time to get you one, so you�ll
have to use one of mine."  She pulled out a pair of panties and her largest
bra, and passed them to Ranma.
    The panties came on all right, although they stretched tight across
Ranma�s broad hips. The bra, however, just wouldn�t fit.  Her breasts
bulged around the strap and cups, and she was obviously in pain from
wearing it.  Nabiki got Kasumi�s largest bra, but that wouldn�t work
either.
    Nabiki sighed.  "I guess you�ll have to do without for today.  After
school, we can get you lingerie."
    The dress imposed it�s own problems.  Ranma�s chest stood up fine
without a bra, but Nabiki�s blouse was cut far smaller than Ranma needed.
In the end, three buttons from the top had to be left undone, leaving a
wide display of soft, white cleavage for everyone to see.  Also, due to
Ranma�s hips, the skirt ended up looking shorter than it was.
    Nabiki shrugged.  "Well, you�re going to be popular.  Every boy in
school�s going to want to look down your blouse or up your skirt, but there�s
nothing we can do until this afternoon."
    They went downstairs, and sat down to breakfast.  Akane had been
looking the other way, but when she turned around to insult Ranma, she
stopped and stared, chopsticks pointing out of her mouth.  Ranma�s tits
held her attention through the rest of her meal, which she spent staring
and absently chewing on her chopsticks.
    Kasumi, happily oblivious to Akane�s odd behavior, came out and
gave Ranma and Nabiki their breakfast, which they both attacked hungrily.
Ranma also got a kiss on the cheek, something her father didn�t miss.
    "Ah, Genma, this may work out after all!"
    [Of course,] said Genma-panda�s sign.  [Boy or girl, he�s my son!]
    Nabiki bolted down her food.  She didn�t usually like to eat so
quickly, but finding Ranma a suitable outfit had taken time out of her
schedule, and she didn�t want to be late for school.  She noted that either
Ranma also didn�t want to be late, or he always ate quickly.  Of course, with
a pig like Ranma�s father around, it was probably a survival trait.
    But she did finish in time, and both she and Ranma jumped up, grabbed
lunches from Kasumi, and ran out the door.  As soon as they were along the
main road to school, Ranma jumped up on the fence-top and ran along.
    "Ranma?" Nabiki called up.
    "What?"
    "When you run along up there, anyone who wants to can see up your
skirt."  Not that the view wasn�t bad, she thought.  Must get her to do this
again when I�ve got a camera on me.
    "Huh?"
    "You know," she started to explain.
    Ranma caught on, and jumped back down again, her skirt flowing up
from the wind and showing off her ass.
    "Camera, camera, camera," Nabiki repeated quietly to herself.
    It was then that Akane caught up to them, and ran past without a word.
    "Akane!" Ranma called out.
    The girl ignored her and kept running.
    Nabiki sighed.  "I think we need to give her more time."  She looked
around, and saw an alley they were passing.  "In here."
    Ranma nodded, and stepped in with her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
    Nabiki pushed her fianc� away, but not too hard.  "Not that.  Not
now, anyway.  You see, Akane�s a lesbian.  She doesn�t want people to know.
And I think she had a crush on you, until you turned out to be, well,
different."
    Ranma frowned.  "I hear what you�re saying, but I�m not sure I
understand."
    Nabiki shrugged.  "I think she�s jealous on the one hand, because her
sisters have someone she�s lusting after, and yet she doesn�t feel she can
have you since you�re so, well, manly."  A hint of a blush hovered over her
cheeks.
    Ranma didn�t look too happy about that.  "What�s her problem with
boys?"
    Nabiki looked at her watch, and squealed.  "Ohmigod, we�re going to
be late!"
    Ranma grabbed her by the waist, and put her other arm under her
legs.  Before Nabiki could say a thing, her fianc� had started running at a
fast clip towards school, making strong jumps over any obstacles that were in
her way.  Unfortunately, on the way, Ranma got splashed with water from a
woman watering her lawn.  She had shielded Nabiki from the blast, but her
blouse and skirt were both soaked.  Since the blouse was white anyway, this
meant that anyone who wanted to could see every inch of her magnificent
breasts.

    When they arrived at the gates of the school, Ranma jumped up to the
top of the encircling wall, absent-mindedly balancing on one leg while she
gaped at what was going on.
    What looked like sixty boys, in various sports/hobby equipment and
outfits, were attempting to subdue Akane.  And they were failing.  Akane did
a judo throw with a hockey player that knocked him into three baseball
players, while sidestepping the assault of a chemistry major�s homemade
knockout powder.  Instead, she grabbed said major and used his own body to
fan the powder into most of the kendo club, which dropped to the ground.
    Ranma made a move as to help, and Nabiki stopped him.  "Don�t."
    "What?"
    "She can do it... she�s been doing it for months.  And she gets upset
when people suggest she can�t take care of herself."
    Ranma nodded, and then dropped to the school ground, letting Nabiki
down.  She pulled on his arm.  "C�mon.  We�ve got to try to dry you off
before every male in your class dies from nose bleeding."

    Yuki waited in the back of the storage room, hiding behind a stack of
old desks not bad enough to be thrown out but not good enough to use.  She
waited here every morning, waiting for her lover.  Sometimes they could steal
a few minutes of privacy - sometimes not.
    She heard the door slide open with a bang, and peeked out.  Instead
of the person she was expecting, it was Tendo Nabiki and a girl she�d never
seen before - albeit a voluptuous girl in a tight school uniform made
transparent by soaking.  The strange girl�s breasts magically stood up
without the help of a towel, and Yuki felt a compulsion to run her hands over
them.  Instead, she stepped back into the shadows quietly.
    Nabiki looked around, and found some clean towels in a pile by a
sink, and started giving the other girl a rubdown, across her body.  "Ranma,
you�re going to have to be more careful.  You�ll give the whole school a
show."
    Ranma nodded.  "Right."  Then, to Yuki�s amazement, Nabiki leaned
over and gave Ranma a kiss before the two of them left the storeroom.  Her
head swam, such a nubile beauty, and lez, to boot!  How lucky could she
get?
    She found out, as Akane stepped into the room and gave her a hug.
"Yuki-chan!"
    "Akane-chan!  Have you seen that Ranma girl?"   Yuki could feel Akane
grow tense in her arms.  "What�s wrong, darling?"
    "She�s a pervert, that�s what!"
    Yuki giggled, and gave Akane�s earlobe a sharp bite.  "Takes one to
know one!"
    "You!"  And then there was no mouth free for talking, until the
eight-o-clock bell threatened.

    "You�re Ranma Saotome?"  Her new teacher, Mr. Isawa, gaped at her.
    "Yes, sir."
    "Your clothes don�t fit."
    "Yes, sir.  My father wanted me to start school here as soon as
possible.  I am borrowing my fia-, my friend�s outfit.  I will get a better
fitting outfit tomorrow."
    Mr. Isawa frowned, but let it go.  It would be disruptive, but any
sexy girl with a chest like hers would be disruptive anyway.  He called the
class to order, and introduced their new student.
    Ranma stepped forward.  "My name is Ranma Saotome.  Pleased to meet
you."  Her bow caused several of the boys sitting in front to faint.  The
rest had their eyes glued to her chest as if it was bare, which it might as
well have been.
    In the back of the room, a boy sitting with a dog next to him peered
at the new girl.  "Ranma," he whispered,  "At last, I�ve found you!"
    The morning was fairly uneventful.  Mr. Isawa had him seated between
Akane and the window, so there wasn�t a lot of opportunity for passing
notes.  Several of the boys learned nothing, paying more attention to her
tits than the lessons, but Ranma did her best to ignore them.  Unfortunately,
she hadn�t been in school for a few years, and she had trouble keeping up
with the lesson.  The calculus period was a complete loss.
    �I�m going to have to ask Nabiki for help.  Or another girl in the
class.  I don�t think the boys could be trusted to keep their hands free.�
The thought warmed her, inside, and her nipples expanded some more.  Another
boy fainted.

    At lunchtime, all of the boys in her class seemed to magically
teleport over to her desk, standing over her in a circle.  In a jumble of
repeated questions; �What�s your address�, �What�s your phone number�, �Are
you free Saturday night�, and the occasional �Are those tits real?�; she
jumped out the window.  The boys trampled each other to see her land, but by
the time they�d gotten close enough to the window, they only could see a
shapely leg disappear around the corner.

    Nabiki frowned, looking into Ranma's classroom.  She wasn't there
eating lunch, where could she be?
    "Tendo Nabiki?"  Asked Kuno
    She turned and looked up at him.  "Yes, Kuno?"
    "Who is that radiant creature that carried you to this institution
of learning this fair morn?"
    Nabiki frowned for a moment, and then worked out what he wanted.  "Ranma?"
    "Is that the vision of loveliness that has deigned to join our company?
Tell me more about her!"
    Nabiki smiled, and held out her hand.  "Well, what I can tell you will
cost you, Kuno."
    Kuno grimiced, but Nabiki had already seen that he had had his wallet ready.
"Is there any chance of gaining a picture of one so beautiful?"
    Nabiki made a face as if considering, but inside was quite happy.  "Maybe.
She can be shy, so it may cost more than a picture of my sister."
    Kuno nodded, and then started handing 10,000 Yen bills to Nabikii, who
started giving him an edited rundown on her new fiancee.  Not that she told Kuno
she was engaged to a girl, mind.

    Ranma found a small passageway formed by two buildings that were
close to each other, but not quite joined.  It was a small, private spot, and
no one else was there.  She leaned against the wall, and relaxed.  Every guy
at the school was trying to come on to her.  She�d tried to find Nabiki, but
with all of the interference, she figured she�d just spend lunch here.
    And that was when she realized she�d left her lunch in the classroom.
    "Damn!" She said, hitting the wall with her hand.
    "Such unladylike words, for one so surely a lady."  The words were a
surprise, and Ranma looked about, trying to see who had said them.
    A german shepherd dog dragged a large boy into the alley with her.
The boy had black hair, held back by a yellow tiger-striped bandanna, similar
to one the dog used as a collar.  Broad, strong shoulders showed through his
uniform shirt and jacket, and the rest of his solid frame followed through on
the promise.
    "We meet at last, Ranma!" the boy cried out, and Ranma�s heart jumped
at the sight of the cutest little fangs that the boy had.
    "Ryoga!"  She hugged him, causing him to drop the leash.  The dog sat
down and decided to have a nice scratch.
    "Ranma.  Why did you leave me without saying goodbye?"
    Ranma laughed.  "Silly boy.  I waited for three days for our final
date.  But then Dad insisted we had to go."
    Ryoga sighed.  "I tried to show up!  I left home the day before!  I
really did."
    "I�m sure you did, Ryouga-chan."  Ranma took a moment from the hug to
bend down to scratch the dog on the head.  "What a cute dog!  What�s his
name?"  The dog pressed up against her fingers.  His fur was a motley
collection of browns, blacks, and whites, and made it look quite handsome.
    "P-chan.  I got him as a puppy, and so, P is for Puppy."
    Ranma grinned.  "They let you bring him to school?"
    "He�s my guide dog.  He brings me, so I don�t get lost."
    Ranma grinned, and stood up to look at her long-lost friend.  "Wow.
Look at you.  I�m not sure if you�re more handsome than cute, or vice-versa."
    Ryoga blushed horribly.  "Uh, and you, uh, filled out.  Um, a lot."
    Ranma colored slightly, and turned, not able to resist the urge to
pose.  "You�re so kind to notice."  Then, she couldn�t resist it, and grabbed
Ryoga, kissing him deeply, pressing her tongue into his mouth to stroke it
against his little fangs.  Ryoga held her close, one hand sliding up Ranma�s
leg to under her panties.
    "What�s this?"  A third voice intruded.
    Ranma and Ryoga jumped apart.
    "Ahh, Hi, Nabiki!"  Ranma and Ryouga rubbed the back of their heads
in embarrassment.
    Nabiki gaped.  Ranma?  With a boy?  "Come here, you."  Grabbing onto
Ranma�s arm, she dragged her off.  Ryoga�s last glimpse of his old friend was
an apologetic wave.
    He leaned against the wall of the building, and looked down at his
dog.  "Well, P-chan, that seemed encouraging.  You think I�ve got a
chance?"
    P-chan looked up and barked once.  Ryoga smiled.  It was going to be
a beautiful day.

    Nabiki dragged Ranma into the steam room, and slammed the door.  "What
was that?"
    "Uh, what?"  Ranma tried to look innocent.
    "That!  He was almost in your panties, and the way you were rubbing
up against him, the feeling was mutual.  I thought you used to be a boy!"
    Ranma sighed.  "Once, when I was eleven, Dad settled down for a year
in a city on Kyushu.  That was the last time I was in school.
    "Anyway, I really wanted to make some friends, but I wasn�t entirely
sure how.  At this school, there was this mad competition for sandwich
breads.  Every day, at lunch, people would fight over these, and only the
quickest could win.  I was pretty quick already, with all of the training,
and was soon winning my lunch each day.
    "Unfortunately, there was this other boy who I always seemed to just
out-perform.  He�d get really angry about it, too.  At first, I thought it
was just fate - I was a winner and he was a loser.  But then, one day, he did
manage to beat me, by the slimmest of margins.  I stopped and studied him,
how he moved, how he walked."
    Ranma blushed.  "I got a huge crush on him."
    Nabiki gasped.  "What?"
    "I know.  And he was pretty straight.  He couldn�t even take jokes
about gay people.  But by this time I really wanted to get close to him."
    Nabiki wasn�t sure she believed she was hearing this.  "So, what did
you do?"
    Ranma grinned.  "Ryoga was strong, handsome, and had the cutest
little fangs.  But I noticed that he wasn�t too observant.  He was always
getting lost, because he wouldn�t pay attention to where he was going.  So
half-way to school, I wrapped my chest in bandages."
    "Bandages."
    Ranma nodded.  "When I fought Ryoga for the bread, I made sure he
noticed them.  After I let him win by a purposeful slip, he helped me up and
asked me about them.  I stammered and blushed, and ran off.
    "But the next day, he asked again.  I told him it was a secret.  He
promised to never tell."
    "And what was this secret?"
    Ranma looked proud of herself.  "That I was actually a girl, who was
being raised as a boy."
    Nabiki laughed out loud.  "That�s ludicrous!  Hadn�t he seen you in
the restrooms?"
    "Luckily, he hadn�t, and from then on I always went into a stall, and
sat down."
    "So, what happened?"
    Ranma smiled wistfully.  "Well, after a little bit, we started
dating.  We did it away from school, and I would undo my pigtail into a
girl�s fashion and wear a dress."
    "Wait, if you�re wearing a dress, you�d unbind your breasts."
    "Ryoga didn�t realize that.  Or maybe he figured the binding had kept
them flat so far, or I was a late bloomer."
    "So, you went to see movies, you took long walks?"
    Ranma blushed through her nostalgic smile.  "I, uh,  gave him a
blowjob."
    Nabiki started coughing, and Ranma had to pat her on the back.
"What?"
    Ranma closed her eyes.  "It was so good!  He wasn�t very big yet, but
I wasn�t very good yet either.  I managed it three times before Dad wanted us
to move away.  Ryoga didn�t make it to our final date, and that was that."
    Nabiki frowned.  "So, you�re gay?"
    Ranma bit her lip.  "I dunno.  Not totally.  I mean, I�m attracted to
you and Kasumi, and some other girls too.  But, yeah, I do find some men...
interesting."  A faint blush rose across her cheeks.
    "And now you�ve found Ryouga again."
    "Yeah," said Ranma, her eyes unfocusing as she thought about him.
    "What does that mean to us?  To Kasumi?"  Nabiki was surprised at how
she was feeling a little hurt.  She�d never had a serious boyfriend before,
even if it was shared, and mostly a girl.
    Ranma sighed.  "I dunno.  I like you, Nabiki, but I don�t know you.
I like Kasumi, but I hardly know her either.  You both seem very nice, and
I�m so grateful you�ve accepted me so quickly.  But Ryoga, he�s someone I
know.  He�s kind, he�s considerate, he�s always giving gifts and never
forgets birthdays.  He�s someone who really did get a piece of my heart, long
ago, and I was always sad I had to lie to him about my gender.  And now I
don�t have to."  And, thought Ranma, he�s still a great kisser.  Her nipples
stood up in memory of meeting him again.
    Nabiki sighed, seeing Ranma so happy.  "Well, it�s been a while since
you knew him.  Maybe he�s changed since then.  Don�t go jumping in to bed
with him automatically."
    Ranma nodded.  "Okay, I guess.  And I don�t want to leave you all
like that either.  You�ve all been very welcoming to me."
    Nabiki grinned, remembering how welcoming Kasumi had been.  Then her
watch beeped at her, signaling that lunch was almost over.  They ran out and
back to class after taking a moment to share a kiss.

    Later that day, Ranma felt her bladder call for some attention, and got
permission to leave class to go to the bathroom.
    Once she squelched her impulse to go into the boy's room, she quietly
walked into the girl's, feeling like she was some sort of pervert.  'It's the
small stuff that gets me,' she thought to herself.  'I wonder what else will
be different.'  She'd already found out that most of the girls were willing to
give her the cold shoulder for being so pretty.
    She found out as the girl currently washing her hands looked up and
smiled.  "Greetings, fellow student."  She was tall, with black hair worn long
and a darker-shade to her uniform.  Ranma watched her move, and was willing to bet
she was a martial artist.
    "Um, Hi."  So, girls talk to each other in the restroom?  "I'm Saotome
Ranma."  She held out her hand to shake.
    "Ah, it's good to meet you.  I am Kuno Kodachi.  I believe my brother
mentioned you earlier."
    Ranma blushed.  "Ah.  A lot of boys have, um, mentioned me."
    The other girl laughed.  "How true.  You're quite a beauty.  And graceful,
too.  Do you practice martial arts?"
    Ranma's cocky grin surfaced for a moment.  "I don't have to practice.
I'm already perfect."
    Kodachi held a hand politely in front of her mouth.  "Oh-ho-ho-HO!  I
think you should try our school's Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics team.  I tell
you, I am the head of the team, and noone from this school or any other can beat
me."
    Ranma grinned, glad to make a friend.  "Rhythmic Gymnastics?  I've never
done that before... but I can win any contest, as long as it's Martial Arts."
    Kodachi laughed behind her hand again.  "Well, that sounds like a
challenge.  In a week, perhaps?"
    Ranma grinned.  "Sure."
    Kodachi paused before leaving the restroom.  "It has been a pleasure to
meet you, Saotome Ranma-san."
    Ranma returned a slight bow.  "Likewise, Kuno Kodachi."
    Outside, Kodachi grinned evilly.  She had originally approched the girl
as a favor for her brother, but she could see now that it would be quite
entertaining for herself.  Licking her lips, she returned to class.

    That afternoon, Ranma found herself trapped into shopping for proper
clothes.  Kasumi on one side with an eye for color and propriety, and Nabiki
on the other, with a checkbook that seemed bottomless.
    They started on underwear.  Panties were easy enough, although Ranma
insisted on only white ones.  The bra selection was more difficult.  In the
end, they were trying the biggest cup size they could find on her.
    "It�s kinda tight," Ranma said.  The three of them were crowded into
a changing booth, inspecting Ranma in the mirror and in the flesh.  The bra
was pink, with frills, and wrapped around Ranma�s large tits, letting only a
little of their abundance squeeze out.  Nabiki stepped behind her fianc�, and
reached around, hefting Ranma�s breasts in her hands, which caused her victim
to moan softly.  While her hands squeezed, Nabiki wondered at the impulse that
had taken over herself.  She'd never been interested in women before - but
something about Ranma seemed different.
    "Nabiki!" Kasumi whispered.
    Nabiki grinned back evilly, and slid a hand down into Ranma�s
panties, her middle two fingers sliding into Ranma�s cunt, eliciting a gasp.
She wondered how far she could get Kasumi to go.
    "Nabiki!"
    "Well, sis, I�m not gonna stop.  So if you don�t want everyone
knowing that I�m frigging Ranma, you�d best start kissing her to keep her
quiet."
    Kasumi blushed lightly, and did so, thrusting her tongue into Ranma�s
mouth and rubbing their chests together.  Her tongue rubbed against Ranma�s,
exploring his mouth.  Ranma moaned and started to cry out, but with her mouth
blocked with Kasumi�s, no one could hear it but the three of them.  It did
not take long for Ranma to cum, a flood of juices covering Nabiki�s hand.
She pulled it out and tasted it.  Not bad.
    After cleaning up and finding some larger bras, they gathered their
purchases and headed off to get a school uniform.
    "Nabiki, you shouldn�t have done that!" Kasumi scolded.
    "Why, was it your turn?"
    Ranma blushed.
    Kasumi blushed too.  "No!"
    "Don�t tell me you didn�t like it."
    Kasumi opened her mouth, and then closed it.  'It�s not the time or
the place."
    "Oh, I think it was a great time.  How about you, Ranma?"
    Ranma blushed deeper.  "I, I liked it."

    The school uniform proved as difficult as the bra.  The largest
blouse they could find that fit Ranma's torso strained around her ample
breasts.  She was forced, once again, to leave the first button open, but at
least revealing a little less chest than before.
    Kasumi went into the changing booth with Ranma to measure her, in the
hopes that some modifications at home would fix the problem.  Unfortunately,
an argument arose.
    "Nabiki?" Kasumi called.  "Could you come in here?  Ranma and I can�t
decide."
    Nabiki grinned.  "Sure!"  She stepped into the booth, and as soon as
the door was closed her sister had grabbed her by the arms.  "What?"
    Kasumi planting her lips over her own shocked her into silence.  As
her own sister thrust her tongue into her mouth, she felt Ranma undoing her
shorts, and quickly pushing them and her panties to the ground.  Ranma,
strong for her size, then picked up the girl and supported her legs on her
shoulders, giving her mouth full access to Nabiki�s cunt.
    She started slowly, licking up and down her slit.  A few of these
caused Nabiki�s cunt to start to open up in anticipation, so she started to
slide her tongue in deeper, feeling Nabiki�s hard clit as the tip hit her
tongue.
    Nabiki tried to shriek, but her own sister was busy tongue-fucking
her mouth, and no noise escaped.
    Ranma took that as a good sign, and gave her clit a longer,
encircling lick, causing Nabiki to squirm in their arms.  Ranma then went
lower, and shoved her tongue into Nabiki�s hole, tasting her tart fluid.  It
was fantastic, and she shoved her tongue in and out, lapping at Nabiki�s
fluids.  This caused Nabiki to start to buck, and when Ranma started sliding
a finger up into Nabiki�s cunt and started sucking at her clit, Ranma could
feel the girl�s first orgasm.
    But Ranma was too turned on to stop there.  She pulled out the slick
finger, and slid it backwards, finding Nabiki�s anus.  Before the girl could
realize it, Ranma had stuck the finger into her ass, bringing her other hand
up to start frigging Nabiki�s cunt.  Soon, she had a rhythm down,
suck-fuck-fuck, suck-fuck-fuck, and she kept it up until Nabiki had cum
quite a few times.
    Nabiki had to sit down on the changing room�s bench as Ranma
straightened up and bent backwards to realign her spine.  As she sat there
and tried to get her breath back, she was treated to the sight of Kasumi
licking her own sister�s juices off of Ranma�s face.  Kasumi was so excited
that she even came, just from the sensation of licking her sister's cum off of
her fiancee's face.
    Never figured Kasumi one for girls, she thought.  Never figured me
one for girls, either.
    A few moments, and she was finally able to speak.  "Wow."
    Kasumi smiled.  "Now you know how it feels."
    She snorted.  "If that was meant to make me stop having sex in
changing booths, sis, I�m afraid you failed."
    "Well, then we�ll have to try again."
    Nabiki wondered for the rest of the day if Kasumi was joking.  She
had to be, right?

    That evening, they were gathered in the mall food court, eating
pizza.  Beside them were several large bags of clothing for Ranma.  The
stores had offered to help them carry their purchases to their car, but
Ranma would quiet them by balancing the entire pile of sacks on her head.
    "So, Ranma, how was school?"
    Ranma had been hoping Kasumi wouldn�t ask.  "All the boys were
drooling over me, and some of the girls were jealous.  Even my own teacher
was scoping me out!"
    "And she met an old friend," reminded Nabiki.
    Ranma nodded.  "An old boyfriend, Ryoga."  In lowered tones, she
repeated the �boy dressed as girl dressed as boy� story.
    Kasumi blinked.  "My.  But you�re not gay, are you?"
    Ranma shook her head.  "Not entirely.  I like guys and girls."
    Nabiki smiled.  "Well, if you�re going to start dating Ryoga, I
insist on equal time.  One date for Ryoga, one for me, and one for Kasumi.
Even-stevens."
    Ranma agreed with a moan as she felt Nabiki and Kasumi both slide a
stockinged foot up each of her legs, meeting at her crotch.

    That night, Nabiki managed to stay awake through her kiss.  After
Kasumi walked off, Ranma leaned close again.  "Is Kasumi always this, well,
randy?"
    Nabiki shook her head.  "No.  She�s always been pretty repressed,
ever since mother died seven years ago.  She doesn�t even date!  I�ve never
seen her act like this before."  At least, not around the house.  She never
kissed anyone like that before.  I never saw her having sex with women when
I was filming her.
    "Oh.  Well, she�s getting over her years of repression pretty quick."

    Ranma started getting ready for bed, putting on a nightgown they had
bought that night.  It had room for her ample tits, and showed them off very
well through sheer black silk.  She stretched, loving the feel of how the
silk rubbed against her nipples, making them stand up tall.  Then, a pebble
hit her window.  She looked at Genma-Panda, but all he did was turn over and
sleep more.  She opened the window, and leaned out a little, not wanting to
expose herself.
    Ryoga stood underneath, P-chan with him.  "Ranma!"  He whispered.
    Ranma almost squealed.  Ryoga!  Without thinking, she flipped herself
out of the window and landed next to her old boyfriend, wrapping him in a
hug.  "Hi!"
    Ryoga�s cock surged in size as he felt every detail of Ranma�s
breasts pressed against his chest.  "Hi.  I heard you were living here, and
just wanted to see if I was true."
    Ranma grinned lustfully at him.  "Ah,  I�m not the only one who
developed."  She rubbed her crotch against his, gasping at the feel of his
sex against her leg.  "C�mon.  Let�s go in the dojo."  She led him by the
hand, P-chan coming behind.  "No, leave P-chan outside.  Will he stay?"
    Ryoga nodded, and told P-chan to stay.  Then he stepped into the
Dojo, as Ranma shut the door.  Soft moonlight poured through a window,
casting everything in soft shadows, nothing more than Ranma.
    "I missed you, Ryoga," Ranma said as she did a little twirl in the
moonlight.
    Her tits were perfect, and his only answer could be to come over and
grab them in his hands.
    "Yess," she hissed, and with a shrug the nightgown was tossed away,
to float to the floor in a cascade of softness.  Ryoga bent down and bit one
of Ranma�s nipples, which caused her to gasp with delight.  She�d always
loved that when they were together, before.  He continued to nibble on her
breasts until his cock was almost hurting with anticipation.  Then he
stopped, and forced her to her knees in front of him.
    Ranma didn�t need a telegram from Western Union.  She undid Ryoga�s
belt with a quick tug, and then unfastened and dropped his jeans.  Freed
from confinement, Ryoga�s cock stood up in his Jockey shorts, and she almost
had trouble forcing it down enough so that she could remove the undergarment.
    Once removed, she took a moment to marvel at his cock.  It was large,
not as big as her own, but large, easily nine or so inches in length,
with a nice solid width.  She moaned softly and started licking it from base
to tip, slowly, carefully coating it with her own saliva before she gave in
and crammed it in her mouth.
    She wasn�t as experienced as Kasumi was, and wondered how the woman
had managed to take her own length.  She kept trying, but the feel of Ryoga
too far down her mouth made her gag.  So she compromised, sucking and licking
at most of it with her mouth while she used her hand to jack off the
remaining length.  Her other hand buried itself between Ryoga�s legs, rubbing
and massaging his large, heavy balls as she sucked happily.  When Ryoga
started to make sharp cries on her down strokes, she stopped, letting his
cock pop out of her mouth.
    "What?"
    Ranma helped Ryoga down on the floor, and straddled his hips, letting
his cock rub her belly and cunt.  "Oh, you have no idea how badly I�ve wanted
to do this, baby."
    Ryoga blanched.  "Are, are you sure?"
    Ranma smiled.  "This is how sure I am."  With a hop, she pushed
herself up and let his cock sink into her soaking wet twat.  It felt so good,
she came, shouting louder than she should.
    "Oh, Ranma."
    Ranma gave Ryoga a lewd look, and started to bounce, stroking herself
up and down Ryoga�s cock.  It felt good, real good, reaching so deep inside
of herself, touching something that had begged to be touched.  She started
making short cries, and remembering the shopping trip, she laid down on Ryoga
so that their cries could be muffled in each other�s mouths.
    Ryoga couldn�t last long after the blowjob Ranma had given him, and
soon he was grunting into Ranma�s mouth as his cock sprayed inside her with
cum, shot after shot after shot.  Ranma cried back into his mouth, cumming
with him, until finally they lay together, exhausted, on the floor.
    "Ranma!"  Ryoga�s voice was soft with wonder.
    "It�s everything I hoped it would be," Ranma replied, nibbling on his
ear.
    Outside, P-chan barked once.

    Akane woke up.  That dog had sounded close, and there weren�t any
dogs next door.  She walked to her window, which overlooked the dojo.
Outside of it, a dog sat.
    She frowned.  Was that Ryoga�s dog?  Although it was in her class
every day, she�d ignored both of them after the first week or so.  He had
never attacked her, and so he fell below the radar of her perceptions.
    A moment later she had confirmation.  Ryoga and Ranma stepped out of
the dojo, sliding one of the panel doors wide open.  Ryoga was wearing street
clothes, but Ranma was wearing a sheer black nightgown that hid none of her
charms.  Akane felt like growling as Ryoga kissed Ranma on the ear, helped
Ranma climb into her bedroom window, and then grabbed his dog�s leash and
left.
    Furious, she opened her window and dropped down to the ground, and
went into the dojo.  The couple had taken time to clean up, but it was still
too soon for the gentle night breezes to air out the thick, musky smell of
their sex.
    She stamped her foot.  The tramp would pay.  First the freak
corrupted her sisters, and now they�d desecrated her own dojo.

    Ranma climbed through the window quietly, not wanting to wake up her
father.  He didn�t have to worry, his father couldn�t be woken by anything
short of breakfast.  Rubbing her ear where Ryoga had left a love bite with
his fangs, she laid down and dropped off to the deepest, most satisfying
sleep she�d ever had.

Next time in YARL:
-Nabiki lays down the law
-Ranma discovers that actions have consequences.
-Dates are made
-And, if you'be been very good and sent me feedback, More Sex.

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