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The Forbidden Technique
a Ranma 1/2 spamfic by Larry F

Got this idea while writing a short C&C for someone else.  If nothing else,
it'll give the folks I write comments for a chance to get back at me.  ^_^;;

*****

"Look, Ranma.  You owe me big time.  If I hadn't sent the girls off on a
wild goose chase, you'd be hip-deep in furious fiancees just about now."

"But... but... Look, I don't have any money!  You've already cleaned me out
of my allowance for the month!"

Nabiki glanced up and down Ranma's taut, toned body speculatively.  "I
suppose we could arrange another photo session, but frankly, I'm bored to
tears.  That little fiasco we had today was the only entertaining thing
that's happened since the rest of our families took off for the beach.  I'll
tell you what; if you can think of a way to make me forget about being left
behind because we both had to take that make-up test, I'll consider wiping
the slate clean."

Ranma twiddled his thumbs as she licked her lips; ever since the failed
marriage attempt, he'd been getting the idea that Nabiki was hinting that
she wanted things from him that he didn't know how to give her.  "Um... You
mean like playing a game, or something?" he asked hopefully.

Nabiki's lips quirked in an expression that could have been called a smile--
the same way that a lioness's baring of teeth just before it sunk
razor-sharp canines into its prey could be called a smile.  "Oh, yes, Ranma.
You could say that I want to play a game... The oldest game in the world."

Even Ranma couldn't mistake her hints by that point.  His biggest clue was
that she had scooted forward, backing him into a corner, and was slowly
unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. As each button popped loose, he
had the strangest sensation, and realized that having nails driven into his
coffin would probably be very similar.

In desperation, he realized that he was going to have to do something he'd
never wanted to.  He was going to have to use _that_ technique, the one he'd
sealed away and thought he'd never use again, after experiencing the
devastating effect it had for himself.

*****

A shriek echoed through the halls of the Tendo home, the kind of cry that
could only be torn from the throat of a woman being horrendously tortured...

...or being driven to heights of pleasure she had never before imagined.

Nabiki shuddered as the last delicious thrill ran through her. "God, Ranma,
that was fantastic! Where did you learn to do that with a 5-yen coin
anyway?!"

Ranma smirked, "Oh, that was just a little trick I sort of picked up from
Miss Hinako.  Kind of a twist combining the "Happo Go-en Satsu" and the
"Happo No-coin Return"; only by putting the coin down _there_, I set up a
biofeedback loop, and... Well, you _know_ what happens now!  So, can we
consider my debts settled?" he asked hopefully.

Nabiki gazed at him through lazy, half-lidded eyes as she rearranged her
clothing for more modesty.  "Not quite," she said in a sultry tone that made
Ranma break out in a cold sweat.  "I think I could get used to that... So
unless you want me to tell Daddy all the details about what you just did,
you'd better get used to the idea that we're going to be doing this a
_lot_."

Ranma just stared at her with a look on his face that spoke eloquently of a
rabbit who'd found a cobra hiding in that nice patch of carrots.


    Ja mata,
    Larry F

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