Time to C&C this...

Brothers Brian and Corwin wrote:

Ranma ran, not knowing where or why. He had to get there, wherever 
'there' was. And he had to get there fast. He felt it in his bones!

And in another part of his body...

Ranma screamed, and lost his balance, plummeting towards the street 
below. He felt a crunch, and winced in sympathy towards the poor 

'crunch and'

person he must have landed on. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, getting up 

Sort of similar to when Ranma met Kodachi, except with her falling on 
him.

while trying to ignore the intense pain coursing through his body, 
and pulling a large, errant thorn from his side. The grotesque 
mockery of a female that had cushioned his fall twitched, laughing 
shrilly and loudly, before disappearing in a cloud of dust.

When I read the teaser, I thought this was Cologne.

As he tried his best to dodge the arrows of fire - luckily for him, 

'fire -- luckily'

the raven-haired girl was a lousy shot - Ranma lamented the 

'shot -- Ranma'

unfairness of it all. He also made a mental note to wear something 
under his tuxedo next time.

Heh

"Stop it, Sailor Paragon!" a brown-haired girl commanded, giving her 

First fic ref...

"Yeah, Sailor Temptress," Ranma laughed nervously, tugging on his 

That's two.

pigtail. Or trying to. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PIGTAIL?" he screamed 
in panic, when his hand met nothing but air. Ranma started shaking 

'panic when'

"Calm down, Tuxedo Airen!" two girls cried out together, each 
latching onto one of his arms.

That had the desired affect, as Ranma relaxed considerably and looked 
at the girls holding him, the passionate purple-haired Sailor 

'him; the'

Just as he was getting relaxed, Ranma sensed a dark presence 
converging upon him. Shaking the girls' hold on him, the teenage boy 
jumped away to get some space between him and what appeared to be a 
red-haired female monster holding a wrapped up package. Before he 

Think I know who this is ^_^

could realize what was making his skin crawl at her mere presence, 
Ranma noticed that he was somehow female, naked and held in 
someone's arms.

Ranma: I hate it when that happens.

"Hello, my beautiful Airen," Sailor Stoic crooned in his masculine 
voice, his long hair done in a weird style that resembled meatballs 
and spaghetti to Ranma. "Now, finally, the Schools will be United!"

Heh, three fic refs and we're only in the intro ^_^

Ranma woke up screaming, and lashed out violently, socking his old 
man and Mr. Tendo, who had been whispering into his ears to marry 
Akane already and unite the schools.

Hehehehe

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Ecchi Party -- Chapter One: Ranma's First Time

A Ranma 1/2 Comic Party Fusion

A Brother's^H Production

Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is the property of Takahashi Rumiko and Viz 
Video. Comic Party is the property of Aquaplus/KSS, those lovely 
people who create ecchi date sims for every occasion. Er... or so we 
hear.

Heh

The fact that Comic Party was based on a hentai game makes this fic 
rather appropriate ^_^

Ranma cursed himself for being so jumpy, and slowly raised himself to 
his full height. Chuckling nervously and rubbing the back of his 
neck, he stammered, "A-Another girl? What o-other girl?"

That really doesn't help him much...

Ranma sighed, and cursed his weird dream for the umpteenth time. Who 
were all those weird girls, anyway? Damn that dream for making him 

He'll soon meet them...

stammer! Damn his dream for causing him to think of all those 
beautiful girls after him! Damn that dream for making him think of 
Soun cross-dressing...

Hehehehe

"You spaced out all of a sudden, and had the scariest face..." 
Looking at him suspiciously, she questioned, "You were thinking of 
something perverted, weren't you!"

Ranma: Trust me, this is _not_ something I _want_ to be thinking of.

"No way!" Ranma yelled, waving his hands in front of him in a 
placating manner. "I wasn't thinking of your father in drag or 
nothing!" His hands quickly clamped over his mouth, but a quick 

Enter foot in mouth.

glance at Akane's tomato-red face revealed to Ranma that he hadn't 
been fast enough.

Ranma: Umm... if it's any consolation, you really didn't look that bad 
in the dress.

A shrill female cry for help interrupted his fiancee, making Ranma 
eternally grateful to the screaming girl. 'Wait. Screaming girl?!' 
Breaking into a sprint, he shouted over his shoulder, "Sorry, Akane, 
gotta save someone."

Akane: (running after him) That's what they all say!

Several female cries followed, increasing in volume and frequency as 
Ranma got closer to their source. To his puzzlement, he realized 
that the cries were not of fear but of outrage. The teenage boy 
looked around warily, looking for the cause of the disturbance. 

Suggest: looking -> searching

right here." With a frown, he added, turning towards her, "You've 
been trained in the Anything Goes school as well. Don't you feel it? 
This... disturban--"

Ranma: I sense a disturbance in the force.

Akane: (whacking her fiance) You just _had_ to say that, didn't you?

Ignoring him, the figure continued his passionate speech. "Once you 
become masters of the art, and able to teach, you won't have to 
worry about your future at all."

Should 'art' be capitalized here?

The figure yawned theatrically, looking aside. "But is that good 
enough? Would you really want to spend your entire life just 
teaching other students of the art?"

Same as above.

"So... you both are students of the Anything Goes..." A smile 
breaking on his face, the old man drawled out, "Would you like to be 
all that you can be... My Students?"

Around where I realized it had Happosai as Taishi... wondering who came 
up with that idea ^_^

Ranma blinked. The entire presentation would have been more effective 
had he not had to look down at the speaker, even as he was, standing 

'as he was standing'

atop the bench. "Um, Akane?" he asked. "Should we just go home?"

Akane: And what about school?

"Wait!" the elderly man cried out in alarm. "Hey, stop!" he yelled, 
when Akane shrugged and turned around, Ranma following her lead 
after giving him a wary look. "Don't go! I really am your master! Wait!
I AM YOUR FATHER!"

He's desparate...

"Well, not father." The short man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. 
"Maybe godfather. I trained your fathers." Smiling at them, he 
added, "Would you like to know more?"

Ranma + Akane: No.

(They then both proceed to kick Happosai far away, thus ending the 
story.)

Thankfully, that didn't happen ^_^

***

Ranma stared about himself, bewildered. "What the hell is this?" he 
demanded.

Happosai: Heaven.

A man wrapped in a mass of bundled rubber hoses pushed his way 
through the crowd, loudly asking, "Where do the Urutsokodoji 
cosplayers go?" He bumped into Akane, then muttered an apology and 

Ah, _that_ type of cosplaying.

ran past, disappearing into another cluster of people.

past -> past her (I think)

The man who had introduced himself as Happosai chuckled. "A whirlwind 
of excitement, danger, desire, and FUN, My Students!" Leering, and 

'Leering and'

Happosai easily avoided being hit by the makeshift projectile, and 
smirked at her, ignoring the cries of agony behind him, where the 
bag had hit some unfortunate bystander. "The Ecchi in you is wild 

And knocked off their tentacle costume it seems...

and savage, yet you deny it," he proclaimed sagely. "Until you 
become one with your inner pervert, your hormones won't know peace."

Akane: You're just saying that so you see me naked.

Happosai: Why, yes.  But--

Akane: (chasing him) DIE!

cosplayers. Determined to get her revenge, Akane followed him, 
leaving Ranma standing alone in the center of a small crowd of 
onlookers that had gathered around them in the meanwhile.

Girl 1: (Points at Ranma) Hey, isn't that the boy in Kuonji's dojin?

Girl 2: Yeah he is!  I wonder if he's as well-hung as the drawn 
version.

Girl 1: There's only one way to find out.

(Ranma slowly edges away.)

Not bothering to suppress his shudder, Ranma high-tailed out of 
there, sacrificing Akane's bag for the greater good. Besides, he 
doubted that she would want it back with all the slime on it...

Heh

"Oh." It was Ranma's turn to blink. "I could've sworn you were eleven 
or something," he mumbled.

"You're mean." The girl pouted, making him wince.

"Umm... that is..." Ranma fumbled with words, idly twirling his 
thumbs, before letting out a deep breath with defeat. "Aren't girls 
supposed to like it when you say they're younger than they are?" he 
asked desperately, hoping it would be enough to get him through this 
sudden crisis.

Nice quick thinking by Ranma.

It worked, and the girl's facial expression brightened. "You're 
right." Smiling at him, she nodded as best as she could from her 
position. Steering the cart right, she added, "I'm Kurumi."

Probably has better control than Chisa did.

Makes a good MoE though ^_^

"Ranma," he replied, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you." The 
next few moments were spent in relative silence, as he jogged beside 
her cart.

"I think what bothered me most was the way you called my precious 
darlings," Kurumi said suddenly.

Seems Happosai escaped much earlier here and was able to guide her and 
Natsumi towards the 'right' path.

"The Ecchi guides me through," Kurumi explained, once she got her 
giggling under control. "My precious darlings give me strength in my 
times of need. I let their essence enter me... possess me... make me 
whole." Blushing and sticking her tongue out at Ranma, she added, 

Heh

"At least that's what my big sister explained to me when I asked 
her. She knows how everything works, because she's really smart and 

It wouldn't be a good idea for Ranma to see Natsumi anytime soon...

old - but don't tell her I said that - and she even saw the Clair 

'old -- but' and 'that -- and'

Dojin--"

Small Slayers ref...

"Clair Dojin," Kurumi corrected him, talking at a normal pace again. 
"The Ecchi is everywhere and in everything. The Ecchi is the mother 
of all that exists." Noticing how Ranma's right eyebrow began 

Brother Cor's been corrupting you, Bri, hasn't he? ^_^

twitching slightly, Kurumi stopped finding more analogies, and 

'analogies and'

merely said, "You must read the Clair Dojin to understand. Though 
the original edition is very rare, so you're better off finding an 
of the reprinted manuscripts. They don't hold a candle to the 

'finding an of' - I think you meant 'finding one of'

original, but perverts can't be choosers."

In some situations they can ^_^

"Hey, I ain't no pervert!" Ranma protested, poking at his chest with 
his left thumb for emphasis.

Kurumi: One day that thumb will not be poking _your_ chest.

Ranma: ...

Kurumi gave him a careful once-over that made the pigtailed boy feel 
strangely dirty. "Does not understand this one," she mumbled quietly 
to herself. "Yet time he has not." Turning towards Ranma, she called 
out to him as the cart started picking up speed, "Denial leads to 
delusion. Delusion leads to favoritism. Favoritism leads to bashing. 
Bashing leads to the Dark Side."

Well said ^_^

Despite Ranma's best efforts to keep up with the cart, it began to 
steadily outrun him. The boy cursed, realizing too late that he 
could have asked the girl to help him find the exit. Now, he was 

'Now he' - I think

"Beware the Dark Side of Ecchi," Ranma heard Kurumi call out over her 
shoulder as he stopped, breathing heavily and letting his hands rest 
on his bent knees to conserve his strength.

Unfortunately for Ranma, Kurumi lead him to the dusty corner of the 
convention, where there was a huge table with a banner saying, "Oscar's 
Wonderful World of Animals!" on it.

He finally found a door, and was about to use it, when he caught 
himself, frowning at the sign. 'Emergency only', it proclaimed in 
glaring kanji.

I don't think the second comma is necessary.

Or it should be: 'Emergency only,'

"Damn," he muttered, turning. He wheeled in time to see a matronly 
woman with reddish hair nod at him in approval before melting into 
the crowd, a rushing tingle racing up his spine.

A good thing he didn't go through the door considering who was 
watching.

"Ya," said the second, both of them addressing someone Ranma couldn't 
see yet. "We want der C-ko dojinshi, ya."

"Ahem!" cried out an irate voice. "I don't traffic such filth!"

Man in Beret: Okay, then how about that dojinshi that has you and 
Mutsumi?

The two men leaned forward ominously, the first muttering, "Brudda 
Cor, dis woman don wanna give us da ecchi!"

"Meine freund Dur! What shall we do?"

...

I can't believe you did that ^_^;

"Feh," the third voice continued, the speaker just coming into 
Ranma's point of view. "Dojinshi is like okonomiyaki -- it's got a 

Woo-hoo!  She's here!

proud tradition, and I'm not going to let your eagerness corrupt our 
enduring ethics!" Ranma blinked at the girl as he saw her. Long, 
brown hair in a pair of ponytails down her back, standing next to 
the banner that loudly proclaimed, "Kuonji!" in bold letters.

Ukyou has a different hairstyle here?  I'm guessing it's to make her 
look a bit like Yuu.

Her eyes lit up when she glanced at him, and she lunged across the 
table, pulling him over it and towards her. "Our brother here is a 
dangerous man," she warned, tapping the table with a large steel 
spatula for emphasis. "Feared the world over for..."

Heh, using the spatula like Yuu used the fan.

Apparently, 'Dur and Cor' were frightened, because by the time Ranma 

Avid readers of Ukyou's dojin they are.

The girl latched on to him excitedly, pressing herself against him. 
"I knew it!" she proclaimed. "I knew you'd come back for me!"

Ah, no feelings of hatred towards Ranma this time.

"I'm so happy!" she gushed, pressing a manga into his hands and 
blushing darkly. "Now read this! Read this!"

Ranma looked at the papers in his hand, reading the cover aloud. 
"'The adventures of Ranchan and Ucchan'? What's this?"

"Our dojinshi!" Ukyou responded, blushing even more deeply.

Heh

She forgot the add the 'hentai' part ^_^

"What the heck's a dojinshi?" Ranma mumbled, eyeing the cover of the 
book in his hands. An oddly well drawn rendering of himself stood on 
the cover, in a grossly exaggerated bishonen pose, the same girl he 
was talking to draped over his picture-self's arm. "Kinda cool," he 
admitted, flipping it open. "It's just like me, I guess." Though he 
didn't bother mentioning that she had misspelled 'Martial Arts' as 
'Marital Arts' on the cover...

Hehehehe

The first pages were kind of lacking, reminding him of Akane's manga, 
which bored him to death. Caravan Kidd, now that was the good stuff. 

Hmm... third Ranma fic you had a small CK cameo I believe.

*Ginrai needs to find out more about that series*

He blinked, unnerved by the thought. He had known someone with a 
similar name, hadn't he? Someone who made okonomiyaki? Shaking his 
head to dismiss the thought, he flipped another page into the manga. 
The picture-girl retreated into an alley, chased by the identically 
drawn thugs -- who all vaguely reminded Ranma of his father, for 
some reason -- where she cried out for help as they tore her clothes 
off.

Though it seems she still has her great dislike for Genma here ^_^

Sparing a questioning glance to the girl, he turned back to the 
manga. Where the buildings and backgrounds were only indicated with 
a quick brushstroke or two, granting them an inconsequential feel, 
the girl and her clothes -- especially as they were being torn into 
ribbons -- had been paid a lot more attention. Ranma shivered, so 
well had they been drawn, he felt it was almost real.

I think one of the manga arcs did show that Ukyou was good in drawing, 
so not at all much of a surprise here.

Continuing on, he watched the picture-girl throw herself onto the 
picture-Ranma, thanking him and telling him in no uncertain terms 
that her body was his to do with as he pleased. Ranma stared at that 
panel for a very long moment, before flipping to the next page. He 

Ranma: Will the next page be something similar to when we were 
wrestling on the hill?

Ukyou: Well... sort of.

managed to raise his face and stare at the girl across from him 
levelly before his eyes rolled up and he passed out, a faint trickle 
of blood issuing from his nose.

Happosai: (Shaking head) You must gradually bring the Ecchi inside of 
you out, taking it one step at a time.

Muscling her way through the crowds, upset, confused, lost, and more 
than a little bit hungry, Akane wondered if she were moving in a 
large circle. The raving otaku gave her no more attention that the 
rare passing grope, and she simply couldn't move through the mass of 
bodies quickly enough to retaliate. Exit signs loomed hopefully in 

This has to be hell for her.

the distance, but she couldn't reach any of them -- indeed, no 
sooner would she draw near one than the crowd would spin her about, 

than -> that (?)

Something broke through the gloom she was slowly accumulating, as the 
public announcement system blared, "Tofu-sensei to the first aid 
booth, please. Tofu-sensei to the first aid booth, please."

Akane blinked, staring in surprise. Tofu? Here? Well, he was a 
doctor, nothing like the otaku that surrounded her -- but if she 

And the thought that Tofu could be anything like those around her was 
inconceivable to Akane.

could find him, then he could lead her to the exit, and from there, 
escape from the wretched hive of ecchi and perversion that had 
trapped her! Were she to have her way with things, she'd never see 
such a thing again.

Unfortunately for Akane, she doesn't.

the woman's presence in their midst. Trailing shortly behind her, in 
a much smaller, yet still present envelope of solitarily, was an 
unmistakable man in the same gi she remembered far too well to forget.

I assume that's Tofu.

Akane knelt on the floor, trying to help the doctor collect his 
comics. "Are these yours?" she asked worriedly. "'Housewife on the 
Rampage'? 'House Call'? 'Betty Does the Med School'..." Akane 

hehehehe

dropped the manga, backing away against the wall of the crowd behind 
her. "You're one of them!" she wailed. "You're just like them!"

Tofu: There is no escape, Akane.

"Why else would I be here?" the doctor asked, tucking the stack of 
manga into his gi somewhere.

Akane: Here's one more....  Why's this one so sticky?

Hanging her head, Akane whimpered, "I don't like this... I want to go 
home!"

Akane the Mizuki...

Shuddering, Akane stepped towards the table before a small curtained 
area that separated any patients from the crowd, murmuring to 
herself, "Mustn't run away... mustn't run away..."

And now Akane the Shinji...

"Yep," she announced, beaming at him. "And don't you forget, you 
_are_ my fiancee."

Ranma: (blinking) You know that I have a girl curse?

Ukyou: (handing him the dojinshi) Yup, read page 32.

(Ranma turns to page and suddenly faints as more blood gushes from his 
nose)

Ukyou: Then again, that probably wasn't a good idea...

"I am?"

"Yep! Your father engaged us, and I decided to sell dojinshi about us 
to educate the world about our love!"

Smart girl...

"Creative license," Tofu responded before 'Ucchan' could speak for 
herself. "So, Ranma, what are you doing in the first aid tent?"

Ranma: Playing doctor with Ucchan.

Akane: WHAT?!

Ranma: Akane, you're here?!  I mean, no!  I was just joking!

Tofu flipped through the manga, and Akane peeked over his shoulder to 
study it. She looked away again, very quickly. The artist had done a 
reasonable job of guessing what Ranma looked like, to have drawn him 

'like to' - I think

naked in that much detail. The doctor made a thoughtful noise, and 

Considering that she has experience with that...

flipped the manga shut, returning it to the girl. "A little bit much 
for someone who's not used to it," Tofu admonished. "These things 
need to be built up to, you know. Make a man jump into something 
like that with no preparation, it's no wonder he loses it all three 
pages before the money shot!"

Hehehe

"Ugh, get lost already!" Akane yelled, appearing at the entrance to 
the guestroom wearing her pajamas. Rearing her head back, she 
throwing a barbell through the open window, hitting Happosai, who 

'she threw'

had been sitting on the windowsill, right in the face. "Pervert!"

Hmm... how did Genma and Soun react to Happosai?

"Ucchan..." Ranma sighed nostalgically. 'Who would've thought my old 
buddy was a girl? Not to mention a girl with such an... accurate... 
imagination?'

And he probably noticed how she looks naked.

Bolting up, Ranma turned to examine his pillow, his mouth opening in 
disbelief. Somehow, it had been replaced literally under his nose, 
and with hentai dojins, no less!

'dojins no less'

"Ranma, you do not realize your importance. You have only begun to 
discover your Inner Pervert. Join me, and I will train you, My 
Student! With our combined perversion, the Anything Goes can finally 
have a true heir, uniting the schools!"

Ranma's stomach churned at the mention of uniting the schools, and he 

Probably recalled what happened in the dream.

"The Ecchi is with you, young Saotome, but you are not a True Pervert 
yet," Happosai commented, nodding his head thoughtfully.

I'm guessing Natsumi's one of those who reached that level.

"Just dry up and die!" Akane yelled, entering the guestroom again 
with bloodshot eyes and booting Happosai out of the window.

Heh

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Errata:

E-mail me at the address above, and Corwin here: ely7@inter.net.il

Or visit his website here: http://corwin.anifics.com

Glad you guys are working on it (hopefully chapter 2 will be started on 
soon ^_^).  Very funny fic.

Can only imagine what'll happen in the next chapter (for some reason I 
keep getting images of someone cosplaying as a tentacled Barney).

Ginrai



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