Greetings from the Nexus! It's been about a year or so since the start of my vacation, and it was so far the finest example of a life roller coaster that I've ever seen. But that's just my personal journey.
I'm back, and I'm packing a conclusion to that citrus in my spine, Homemade Viagra! Wai! So for your reading pleasure, the final chapter, with prologue that will follow in another post.

Last Time: Ranma and Mousse had it out, and then Ranma had Mousse, much to their disgust. Nabiki, knowing about Ranma's ordeal with Shampoo, had some fun with him at his expense, and the situation turned a tad sticky when Kasumi walked in.

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This is the fifth part of this story. If you've read up to this part,
and do know what to expect from it, proceed. Everyone else, if you are
not old enough to smoke legally in the US, you shouldn't be reading
this. Ranma 1/2 is property of R. Takahashi, and she would more than
likely have me filleted for using her characters in such sexually
explicit ways. Enjoy.


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      Her assessment of the situation wasn't too far off. Everything that had occurred, had occurred for a reason; this was Kasumi's solid
belief.

    In all the chaos, carnage, and plain hell on earth that casually went about her household, one would often wonder just how she could possibly remain so stoic and collected about it. Be it humans
biologically transforming into a different genetic being with just
such an application of water, martial artist tearing though walls like
so much paper, or energy attacks with said energy being drawn from
nowhere, Kasumi Tendo was the only one who ever stood through it
without even looking the slightest bit worried or disheveled. She was
often questioned about this, and from the most unthought of people.
Needless to say that should anyone come up with an understandable
solution to this mystery was definitely up for a Nobel Prize for
finding a solid technique for, if not world peace, then at least a
calming exercise for heated negotiations for debates and such.

    This is not to say there isn't an answer to her unmadness. In fact, she had indeed given it to everyone who bothered to ask. She was calm because she believed that underneath all the calamities that constantly befell the Tendo household, that underneath it all, there was always a logical explanation for whatever transpired. Her father had agreed to the idea of a betrothal to carry on the Tendo legacy of martial arts, and, despite her and her sister's goading, picked the best candidate for the job. The doors, walls, ceilings, and sometimes floors were smashed so the person doing so can make a flashy entrance
by catching everyone unawares. Kuno acted the way he did for the pure
reason of getting into the role.

    Even at present, Kasumi knew that there was indeed a perfectly logical that she had her lips wrapped around the shaft of her brother-in-law to be, possibly giving him the best head of his entire life, past, present, and future: The boy was suffering. Ranma Saotome was suffering under the effects of something more than likely given to him through that odd dish she had thrown away after lunch. The making was obviously Akane, since no one else really actually attempted to cook in the house. She had fed it to Ranma, and the result was him suffering under the need to have release, or face some unknown that was more than likely going to be an incredibly bad thing for him.

    Originally, she was going to give him relief by letting him enter her, and still would, but found a warm up to be more comforting for both of them after checking herself. So she was licking at the base of him, bobbing her head up and down on his head, sucking at the tip, and doing other head-giving things that people do when giving head, until she felt herself ready enough to take him in.

    There was even a reason for her sudden shudder, resulting in her teeth clamping with slight pressure against Ranma's manhood, and making him moan in unison with her. The cause was Nabiki nibbling her clitoris, and the reason was obviously that she wanted to help her help poor Ranma.

    There was always a logical explanation for reactions. The trick was accepting the reason, no matter how illogical it may be to anyone else.


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Homemade Viagra

Or

The Trouble with Innazukes

By

The Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com)


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    Interesting times indeed...
    Cologne had, after cleaning the mess made by Mousse during his escape, spent the rest of her time toward thinking about mainly what she knew about Ranma's condition, which was erratic. Shampoo had come from her bed once during that period of pondering, only to be turned back to her room, since the restaurant was already taken care of, and the last thing the matriarch needed was to see her great-granddaughter wobbling around like a drunken cow in heat; she had well passed that point of primal urges toward the opposite sex, and didn't much care to see another go through the after effects of the same ordeal.

    Cologne had come to a conclusion she had told the boy about, that he basically had to sate whatever was running through his system. What she didn't tell him, however, was something she didn't have: the cure. She had not been able to draw any conclusions that would lead her to use anything on him that wouldn't cause some sort of damage to him. It wouldn't last forever, but for the moment he was going to have to let it run its course.

    That thought in mind, she had left the Nekohanten, fully intent on pulling the boy back to the restaurant where he could find relief in Shampoo. That was several hours ago when she had started to try to track the boy. Since then, she had found several pieces of evidence that Ranma had struck other places, as she had so suspected earlier in her talk with him. However, the number seemed to have increased, as well as she could tell looking at certain 'parties' at Furinkan High School, one of which was tied to a tree.

    She had also just run into someone who looked untouched, and rather angry. Did she possibly know about Ranma's condition? Well, there was indeed a way to find out. Such interesting times she lived in.


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    "Good day to you child. Looking for your fiancee, I gather?"
    Akane turned on her heel to come face to air with the elder Cologne. "Maybe. Have you seen him?"

    "Not since this morning, when he left the café." Cologne gauged her even more heated look as a sure sign that the girl had no knowledge whatsoever on Ranma's problem.

    "He WAS there all night then? That lousy... when I get my hands on that..." Akane was beyond anger. Here she was actually starting to worry about him, and he was out and about gallivanting with that floozy Amazon bimbo! He'd probably been with her since last night, which explained his absence from the Tendo household last night. Well, he'd better stay missing, cause if she found him, he was going to need a nurse to do all of his motor functions for the rest of his life.

    "If I may child, I did indeed notice something wrong with him earlier, something that you should know about."

    That stopped Akane's line of thought cold. "Something's wrong with Ranma? What, he found another for his harem?" Like she cared. Let the pervert burn in his troubles, she could care less. Really.

    "Well, you might want to know about this, since it involves you more than anyone else with this."

    Akane arched an eyebrow in confusion, and more anger. "What are you talking about?"

    The old woman chuckled, a rather dry sound to Akane's ears. "You don't know child? Well then, we'll head to your residence, and I'll explain on the way. Trust to say though, that you probably won't like the tale."

    [If I don't, then Ranma's going to know it,] she thought darkly. "Fine then. Whatever's he's been doing, it'd better be good."


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    Ranma's mind was on permanent vacation. If you told him that his foes and adversaries were at his front door screaming for his death, the world had run out of food, or that Akane had been abducted again, he wouldn't have moved an inch. Well, he'd have batted an eye at the Akane kidnapping, but he wouldn't have moved otherwise. That was because of the simple fact that he was currently getting the best blow job he would probably ever receive. Not that he was fully happy about it, but there was no point in lying about it.

    What did get at his nerves was the fact that with all of the feeling Kasumi was giving him, he felt no closer whatsoever to climax. No matter how good it felt, he was still stuck with a shaft that wouldn't go down. It was enough to make him want to curl up and a corner and whimper until he died, but then again, that wasn't his style. He was Ranma Saotome, and Ranma Saotome didn't lose, not even to some hyped-up aphrodisiac concocted by the world's Anti Iron Chief.

    Ranma sat up, looking at the bobbing head of chestnut brown hair in his lap. She was willing to do this much to help him. Maybe if...

    As if sensing his thoughts, Kasumi stopped, and looked into his hunger-filled eyes, and nodded. With a slight pang of disappointment, she got up and away from her sister's touch, and moved Ranma over to lay on the bed.

    Nabiki looked up and watched Ranma position himself over the older girl, and with one shove, inserted himself in her, immediately rocking his hips into her. She flinched at Kasumi's outcry, but didn't turn her eyes away from the oddly pleasing scene. Kasumi's legs tried to gain some grip on the bed for her to attain better leverage to take in the desperate thrust, but she was too wrapped up in the new sensations to put effort into it. Nabiki watched as she bucked and grooved with the Saotome's rough attentions.

    This couldn't have been right. She should have been stopping
the poor sap from violating her sister, right? Nabiki kept her eyes on
Ranma's bum, sweat rolling down from his efforts. She should have been
the one to put an end to all of this, pull her away, open her own legs
wide, and take that pulsing piece of man meat into herself. Nothing
wrong with that, now was there?

    Nabiki pulled from that train of thought, and shivered. When did she want him that badly? Even that teasing session, that great job he did with his hands and tongue didn't provoke her this far. So what was the deal? Why in the world was she so needy? She put a hand to her still-throbbing clit, and squeezed gently, and her back stiffened as the feeling shot up her spine. She continued massaging herself, all the time trying not to think of how much the main event might have been better than a simple striptease for a starter.

    Kasumi in the meantime had passed pain, and was slowly coming upon her own point of ecstasy, not paying much attention to anything else. The way he pushed into her, sensations that she had only recently been introduced to, was having an effect on her that she never realized. She tried wrapping her legs around him, but was still shaking with every thrust, and her body seemed not to want to do anything further than just enjoy the ride. Ranma looked into her deep, brown eyes, and stopped his pounding. He flipped her over with some effort, and she was rocking again, harder if possible, as Ranma pounded into her from behind, making her grab the edge of the bed to push back on to his pulsing shaft.

    Kasumi shuddered, and with a long moan, orgasmed, coating Ranma's shaft with her slick, sticky juices. She buried her head into Nabiki's pillow as her body convulsed and spasmed, still riding a wave that Ranma kept feeding with his nonstop thrusting.

    Ranma had to marvel such a sight of beauty. The way Kasumi bucked beneath his efforts put no small grin on Ranma's face, twisted already in determination. How desperately he wanted to cum with her, just to get rid of the raging heat within him played no small part in his mind, but now he played with the lovely picture of falling bonelessly upon the eldest Tendo's back, spent at last, and falling asleep afterward. If only it would end. He could taste it coming, but still so far from it...

    Nabiki molested her right breast, flicking at her nipple, her other hand still busy in her lower regions, and her hunger at a new peek. To hell in a handbasket with self-control. She wanted him, now. Hearing her sister's moans and slight whimpers, seeing Saotome still not sated, and knowing she wasn't either despite earlier attempts, it had taken upon her with a fervor.

    "Saotome," she breathed. Ranma turned from his hazy fantasy, and saw her step from her sitting position at the end of the bed, moving to the closet. She took out a spare futon, and lay it in the middle of the floor. "Let her rest. I'll take care of you."

    He looked at her much the way a mouse looks at a cat, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

    "I'm not arguing. Here, now. I want it."

    He looked at Kasumi, who had just come back to her senses, and reluctantly pulled out of her. "No tricks?"

    "Not unless you feel like testing how much you can bend and stretch." She kneeled on the futon, and looked at him expectantly. "Well?"

    Ranma sat by her, and she licked her lips in delight. She pushed him to lay down, but he shook his head, and grabbed her by the waist.

    "Wait, what are you doing Saotome..." She gasped at the feeling of his shaft against her clit when he pulled her to his lap. She straddled him a bit, enjoying the feeling, and then reached a hand down to insert his head at her opening. She paused, and then thrusted down on him, stretching herself to fit him, a low moan escaping her throat.

    Ranma matched thrust for thrust with her, and reveled in the feelings it gave him. To see her pert breast bounce and jiggle, her sweat and musk filling his nose, her animalistic moans, everything seemed to heighten him. So much closer...

    Nabiki grinded her hips into his, and then kept bouncing on him. Her eyes half-opened, and her mind in unknown joy and excitement, she came once more from him, quickly. She hung on him, pressing her face into his shoulders, and her hardened nipple pushing into his chest. It was complete heaven. It couldn't possibly get better, even if it was so short.

    She then felt weightless, cold air hitting her where she and Ranma were joined. She blinked, and gasped as her weight was shifted to slam back onto Ranma's shaft, which seemed to have become larger.

    Ranma had lifted her in the air with only slight difficulty, and was now pounding into her, with her having no other support but him alone. low moans now became mixed cries of pleasure and pain as he thrusted deeper and deeper into her. Nabiki bit her lip from the exertion it was putting on her, taking her to points she'd never seen.

    Kasumi propped herself on her elbows, finding strange joy in her little sister being pleasured in such a way. True it was no longer her, and she would indeed admit to missing the feeling of being filled so by him, but it was nice to see them both so thrown in passion. She watched him pond into her harder, more swiftly, and then stop, lowering them both to the futon, Nabiki's legs wrapped around his waist, and then he continued pounding away, near violently.

    Nabiki's legs gave way to free air, and she clutched at his shoulders with her nails. It started to hurt so badly, but feel so good as well. She was going to cum soon, and it was going to be hard.

    Ranma's focus was solely upon the building feeling in his loins. It was coming. He could feel it. If only a bit more, then he could relax.

    He started into Nabiki harder than before, his heavy panting coming nowhere near to her high-pitched cries. Then he was there, white light taking his vision as he pounded into her, unloading his long-delayed orgasm. Nabiki dug her nails into his back, and screamed harder than she ever had as Ranma's orgasm rocked within her, and her own orgasm tried to rival, if not surpass the force effect that his had on her. A mixture of semen, blood, and juices flowed from Nabiki, and after a few more instinctual thrust, Ranma collapse on her, completely spent.

    Kasumi helped the boy off of her equally spent sister, and after some effort, pulled his form to the bed.


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    Akane walked into the house, and froze at the scream. The voice, as usually non-excited as it was, was undoubtedly Nabiki's. But why was she screaming, and what was that funny thumping-

    "I see I was correct to assume what I did. You have no reason to doubt me now, child. You can hear the evidence for yourself."

    Akane's jaw hung slack, and a massive blush came to her cheeks. That pounding was Ranma? He was upstairs with Nabiki, and they were...

    She tried to get angry, she really did, and some things tried to help her as well. Little hints falling into place here and there. Ukyou's absence at her grill, and the slight moaning  coming from the vent. That weird smell on Ranma when she caught him earlier, and then that same smell on Mousse. Ranma's weird behavior up until this point...

    She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be furious, and reign hell's holy vengeance upon him as only she could, but some cold, heartless fact was stopping her from ripping him an entire new hole altogether:

    She had done this to him.

    She fed him the food that was the cause for Nabiki's, maybe Ukyou's, and who knew who else's submission to his currently unquenchable desire for the flesh and folds? Then that meant that Mousse... but he wouldn't dare do that...

    Cologne watched the paled girl go green and sink to her knees, and nodded sadly. "Do you now see what I meant? He will continue like this until it fades from his system, but I'm not sure when that will be. The quickest thing that can help him is relief, which he has obviously sought out, regardless if he was willing to or not."

    Akane looked up, um, down, er, at the old woman with uncertainty in her eyes. "So what's supposed to happen now?"

    "Well, I have no real suggestion for his cure, other than to ride it out, as it were." The old woman turned away in thought, leaving Akane to her own smoldering embarrassment and...

    Jealousy? Of what? Of the fact that he's laid his hand, chest, and Kami knows what else on every girl he knew except her? Why should she be jealous of the fact that he hadn't even tried to come to her with the problem, especially when she had caused it?

    As if sensing her thoughts, or maybe just noticing the small battle  aura that had outlined her, Cologne sighed. This was already a lost fight. All that was left to do was sit back and watch the results. No telling just how many others he had approached, or who had run into him. Shampoo was once again on even ground, but for some strange reason, she could find herself frowning at that. Perhaps this was needed to get the girl more in touch with her husband anyway. Better she know what she was truly getting into than-

    "Excuse me? I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

    The two women turned to see Kasumi walking into the living room. Akane's jaw hit the ground once more, while Cologne simply arched an eyebrow. Kasumi's usual neat hair was a mess, and the sheen of sweat was visible in the dimming light of the afternoon. She had a robe hastily pulled around her, doing little to cover her, or give the hint that no, she was not just engaged in a session of wild passionate sex.

    "..." Akane screamed.

    "I apologize for my appearance, as well as for not having begun to  prepare dinner." She turned to Akane. "Akane, could you aid Ranma and Nabiki while I tend to our guest?"

    "..." Akane denied.

    "Thank you!" Kasumi beamed, somehow looking less like a satisfied  woman and more like the homely Kasumi everyone knew and adored. She ushered Akane to the stairs, and then turned to Cologne.

    The Amazon matriarch tried not to laugh, and simply asked. "So the boy has been taken care of?"

    Kasumi blushed a little. "Well, it was something he ate earlier, but I trust that it's gone now. If you'll excuse me Cologne-san, there's a couple of things I need to do, and then I need to wash up and prepare dinner."

    Kasumi disappeared in the kitchen for a moment, and then headed upstairs, a wobble in her step, and a sated, happy look on her face.


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    The first thing he noticed when he came to was the lack of fire. He would have jumped up and down with joy, but he was rather tired, and could only do so in his head. The second thing he noticed was a lack of Nabiki and Kasumi, and that at some point in all of the action, he had wound up on the bed. Then he noticed the tapping foot, and turned his head to see whom it was connected to.

    [Gee, that took long enough.] He thought sourly, looking at a rather angry Akane Tendo.

    "Feel better yet baka?"

    Ranma didn't provide her with an answer.

    "Well, just how many did you have? My sisters? Shampoo? Did you decide to take a romp around the block?" She crossed her arms under her breast and waited for his response.

    "Well... I, um, geez." Ranma moved to a siting position, and scratched his head. Why in the world wasn't she hitting him? Of course he was dead, he knew that for sure. The problem was he was just too damn tired to care much. "I can't excuse what I did, so I'm not gonna. Just hit me already."

    Akane growled. He was ASKING for it? "What do you mean 'just hit me'? You think it's a few whacks and that's it? You think I'm just going to just whack you after being so worried about you?"

    "So what are you going to do then?" Ranma was starting to get worried. Heavily. She was smoldering with anger before, and now she was just... Disappointed? Distressed? "I ain't up for guessin' right now Akane. Just get the pounding over with, or let me rest so I can get a head start later."

    "No doing, hotshot. You've still got work to do."

    Ranma looked at her in complete confusion. "Now what are you talking about? Are you gonna kill me or not?"

    "Probably, but I think I'm due something. You owe me for this. I actually was worried about you, and you're going to pay for that." Akane glared at him, eyes narrowing dangerously.

    "Owe you? You and you're food of death did this! How do I owe you for that?"

    "Because you had a wonderful time, no matter what you say."

    The martial artist raised an eyebrow at her. "What makes you think I did? If anything, my life's more screwed up than before."

    "Because you're a boy, so of course you enjoyed yourself. Now you owe me," she said removing her slippers and starting to unbutton her blouse.

    Ranma didn't bat an eye. He'd reached his limit. "Oh man, not this. Forget it tomboy, you're not doing a thing for me."

    Akane looked at him, and shrugged. She figured he'd say that. Of course she wasn't done with him, there'd be another round due. But for the meantime...


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    "So do you think it happened yet?"

    Nabiki, freshly bathed, still tired, but damn satisfied, looked at her also freshly clean and equally satisfied sister, and bit into a cookie. "Which part? Her hitting him, or her getting jealous and offering herself?"

    Cologne looked at the middle Tendo daughter in curiosity. "So you believe that she'd proposition him?"

    "Certainly. She doesn't want to be left out, even though according to what you say, this whole thing is her fault, not that I didn't enjoy it."

      She smiled slyly. "But she's still gotta release some way, so it's either violence, or passionate luvluv for Ranma."

    "Oh my, I hope she doesn't try to injure him. He looked so tired."

    "RANMA NO BAKA!!!"

      *WHAM*

      The three turned their heads upward, following the sound of a traveling projectile, listened to it drop, crashing through the roof, and then another loud blow occurred. They turned their gazes outside to the  massive splash in the koi pond, and shook their heads at the naked redhead lying at the edge in a heap.

    "Stupid tomboy." Cologne chuckled. The other two looked at her, to which she shrugged. "He can't say it in his condition, so somebody should oblige him."

    The all nodded, and turned back to their snacks.


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