[FFML] [Ranma][Lemon]Choose your own adventure 7 (Revised)

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LEMON WARNING! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!!

The assembled Saotome and Tendo clan stood on the platform to
one of Tokyo's many public train stations. Ready to depart, Genma and
Nodoka began saying their final farewells.
"Well, Ranma, today is the day," said Genma grimly. Ranma
nodded solemnly, depressed despite himself. "I just want you to know,
son, how proud I am of you. You are an amazing martial artist, with
more potential than your poor father ever hoped to have."
"Dad!" Ranma complained, flushing with embarrassment.
"Not only that Ranma," continued his mother, "but you are a man
amongst men." Ranma shifted uncomfortably, not refuting their claims,
but still uneasy with their praise.
"C'mon, you two," muttered Ranma quietly. "It's not like I'll
never see you again."
Genma shook his head, tears in his eyes. "After these past ten
years, Ranma, not to be training with you, struggling on the path of
becoming the perfect martial artist, it will feel like it. This is
where our lives begin to separate. We will no longer be enduring the
same trials, fighting the same fights, sharing the same adventures. You
will have your life, and I will have mine. Were it not so sad, I would
weep for joy."
Nodoka virtually glowed, and held tightly to her husbands arm.
"And perhaps we can continue our lives as well."
Genma smiled at his wife. Turning to Soun he nodded. "Soun,
old friend, look after my son, will you? After all you have done for
him and I, to now ask this-"
"No need to ask, old friend," interrupted Soun. Tears glittered
in his eyes as well. "I will treat him like my own flesh and blood.
And perhaps," Soun glanced down at Akane, "one day he may be." Akane's
expression hardened.
"Kasumi," said Genma gently. "You have been a calm voice in a
raging storm. Thank you." Kasumi nodded, wiping away her own tears.
By now the only person not crying was Nabiki. Even Akane fought back
tears.
"Nabiki, you have taught my son about the deviousness of others,
and also of many other things, whether you know it or not. Please,
continue to challenge him. It is the only way he will grow."
Nabiki, thinking of the encounter in the dojo several weeks ago,
choked on the pop she was drinking. Trying to cover for her gaff, she
said, "Words of praise from you? Who'd have thought?"
"Akane," Genma concluded. "I know that you are mad at Ranma
about something. Please forgive him. He's young, impulsive and pretty
stupid-"
"Hey!" Ranma bridled
"-but not everything bad that happens to you is his fault."
Akane's scowl lessened slightly as she was momentarily confronted with
the apparent pettiness of her past actions. Behind Genma, a train
pulled up, and the announcement of the trains' destination blared over
the loudspeakers. It was their train. Stepping back, Genma snapped to
attention, then he and Nodoka bowed low. Ranma and the Tendo family
returned the bow.
"Goodbye Ranma."
"See ya, Pop."
"I love you son," said Nodoka tearfully. The couple then raced
for the train and just barely made it inside before the doors shut
behind them. Then they were gone.
Ranma stared in the direction of the train long after it had
departed. It was strange. It felt like something should be different,
but the world around him continued running as it always had. He felt a
hand on his shoulder.
"Son?" said Soun quietly.
"Yeah, I'm coming." He turned and walked with the others
towards the exit just as another train pulled in.
"Nihao, Ranma!"
"Huh?" Ranma turned just in time to get engulfed in a swirling
whirlwind of purple.
"Ranma come to greet Shampoo!" gushed the Chinese teenager.
With her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and her legs
threatening to do the same for his torso, Ranma began to squirm
uncomfortably. "Shampoo is so happy!"
"Shampoo!" exclaimed Kasumi in surprise. "What are you doing
here?"
"We're back from China, obviously," replied Cologne, who came up
to the group more slowly. "Hello, son-in-law. You obviously didn't
know we were returning today. So why are you here."
By this time Ranma had finally managed to escape the iron hold
of his Chinese fianc�e. "Pop moved back in with Mom," he explained
shortly. Just behind Cologne, Mousse seethed. He must have had
explicit instructions not to interfere, since he made no move to attack.
One of Cologne's eyebrows rose. "Really? Was he finally
evicted?"
"Nah, Mom convinced him."
The Amazon Elder chuckled. "I imagine she did. A very nice
woman, as I recall. Definitely some iron underneath her soft exterior.
She would have made a good Amazon, I think."
"I'll be sure to tell her."
"Well, it is good to see all of you again. Come, Shampoo."
Cologne began to leave the platform.
"But-!" Shampoo just spent a month away from her fianc�, and
wanted to spend some time to become...reacquainted.
"There's more than enough time for that later," Cologne replied
crossly. "The trip has been long and these old bones of mine ache.
Besides, we have to get the restaurant up and running."
Sighing in disappointment, she quickly moved up and pecked Ranma
on the lips. "Shampoo see you later, okay?" Bouncing with the energy
of a newborn kitten, Shampoo followed her mentor, with Mousse in tow.
Nabiki put one hand on Ranma's shoulder. "Out of the fire and
into the frying pan, eh?" Ranma groaned. He then noticed Akane was
missing.
"Where's Akane?"
"I think she left after the first glomp."

"Master! Master! Wonderful news? They're back!"

<Come on Mu Tsu! You can work faster than that!> complained
Shampoo. Several hours had passed while they cleaned and tided up the
Nekohanten. Cologne wanted the restaurant to be open for business in
two days, and that meant they all had plenty of work to do.
<But Xian Pu-!> whined Mousse.
<Don't take that tone with me!> Mousse flinched and continued
working, silent and cowed. Shampoo did not know what they threatened
him with but the Elder's had done an effective job of making him nice
and tractable. Shampoo smirked. Just like a proper male should be.
And totally unlike Ranma. A shiver of desire washed through her. Maybe
tomorrow-. Suddenly, the door crashed open and Kuno strode boldly into
the room.
"Behold," he boomed. "The Blue Thunder of-uurk!" Mousse,
itching for a fight ever since seeing Ranma, lashed out almost
instantly, striking Kuno with a blunt head attached to a chain. The
weapon struck him in the throat and drove him back to the wall, where
several knives pinned him to it.
"What you doing here?" demanded Shampoo, as Kuno struggled to
recover from the blow.
"I -cough- want to speak to the old one who runs this
establishment," he weezed.
"Yes, what can I do for you, Kuno?" asked Cologne, who had
arrived in time to hear his statement.
"I bear fearful news of the happenings of the Tendo dojo! The
foul sorcerer Saotome performs his evil magic on the fair women of that
household. I have proof of his actions against Nabiki Tendo!"
Cologne, who had been mostly ignoring the young Kendoist, perked
up at the last bit of news. "What did he do?"
"Weaving a foul enchantment, he took her virtue from her and
satisfied his own baseless lusts!"
The three Amazons gaped at him in astonishment. Shampoo's
silvery laughter filled the room.
"Silly Kuno! Ranma never do something like that. If Ranma
wants, he can ask Shampoo!"
"If this is true, then Shampoo is mine!" exulted Mousse. "By
claiming his rights with another woman-!" With a sharp rap on the head
with her staff, Cologne sent Mousse into dreamland.
"Yes," acceded Cologne, though her tone was much less sure.
"Why would he go to Nabiki? He could have Ukyo or your sister, or my
Shampoo. They'd all be willing, in that regard."
"I tell you my words are true!" he bellowed. "My manservant
Sasuke has seen this with his own eyes!" As though speaking his name
summoned him, Sasuke walked through the door, breathing heavily
"Master!" he panted. "You have to slow down-" He stared in
horror as he saw Kuno's predicament. With a cry, he began pulling the
knives out of the wall and in short order, Kuno was freed.
"So, Sasuke, your master has told us what you saw," grated
Cologne, glaring at the short ninja. "Tell us, why don't you?" Sasuke
paled, and glanced over at Kuno who nodded.
Gulping once, Sasuke began his tale.

"...and that's everything," Sasuke concluded.
By this time Shampoo was shaking with rage, her face as purple
as her clothing. Cologne just sat where she was, her large eyes half
closed, looking for all the world like a lizard half asleep.
Taking up a bonbori, Shampoo cried, "Nabiki Tendo, you I kill!"
Suddenly, Cologne's eyes snapped open and she glared at her
granddaughter.
<Shampoo, be silent!> Turning to Kuno she said, "We will
consider your words, mighty warrior. It is true that his magics are
powerful, and even a samurai of your stature and prowess could not
defeat him. Even the strongest sword fails to sorcery. However, you
are in luck. We have just returned from our home armed with powerful
enchantments of our own. We intend to take Saotome back with us, but
his powers must first be nullified. We need time to plan, though.
Perhaps if we came to your abode say...tomorrow night?" All though
this, Kuno was nodding slowly, glad that they understood his dilemma.
"Very well, Elder. I thank you for your assistance. Know that
having the friendship of the Kuno family is no small thing. I will
relinquish my revenge against Ranma, but in return, I desire Akane Tendo
and the Pig Tailed Girl."
"We will meet again tomorrow night."
"Good." He looked around the restaurant. "I have never come
here before, rejecting this place as it was run by foul gajin. Now I
see there is virtue in even the strangest of peoples. My thanks."
Bowing slightly, he departed.
Once he was out of earshot, Shampoo was startled by a loud
crack. Spinning around she saw that Cologne had broken one of the
tables in half with her staff, and her eyes were glowing red with anger.
<That...that...that...male! How dare he talk to me like that!
If I didn't need him so badly, I'd disembowel him for his impudence!>
Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. <We must act quickly,
granddaughter!>
<Do you believe him?>
Cologne snorted. <Obviously the fool blames Ranma for almost
everything that happens to him. It is more likely that Nabiki seduced
Ranma. Why though, I have no idea. Well, it doesn't matter. The
stakes of the game have risen, and we must match them or be left
behind.>
<What was with all that talk about magic?>
<That was just to make it easier to get him to do what we want.
We disguise our methods as magic, and that gullible moron won't be able
to tell the difference. Sorcerer, bah! If Ranma's a sorcerer, then I'm
a ninja!>
<What are you going to do?>
<First, we must investigate these claims. That simpering idiot
Sasuke obviously believes what he says, but we cannot trust someone like
him. We will find out the truth for ourselves. Xian Pu, I want you to
start following Nabiki, take the utmost care not to be seen.>
Shampoo groaned. She was in for a stint of late nights and
early mornings. <How long are we going to watch her?>
<I would say a week or two should be sufficient. By then we
should have a good idea if anything strange...well stranger than normal,
is going on there. Remember, if something does happen, do nothing!
Just observe! We need information right now, not action.>

A week, she thought mournfully. I've been following the girl
for a week and nothing. Stifling a sigh, Shampoo glared angrily at
Nabiki's bedroom window, which was easily visible from the rooftop from
across the street. The window was open and the curtains drawn aside,
but the room itself was dark. So far, she had managed to remain
undetected. Not that it mattered, nothing was happening anyway.
Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was almost 1 a.m. Well,
time to go. She stood and was about to leave her post, when she saw
movement in Nabiki's bedroom. Moving like lighting, she managed to slip
up to Nabiki's window just in time to see the door to the room close.
Nabiki was not in the room.
Dropping silently into the room, Shampoo when to the door and
pressed her ear against it. Nothing. Opening it, she discovered that
the hallway was empty. She started towards the stairs, but stopped as
she heard a muted voice coming from what was now Ranma's room. Stopping
at the door, she listened.

Nabiki padded quietly into Ranma's room. It was the room he had
originally been given when he first arrived. Of course, they thought he
was female at the time, and needed the privacy. Now, with Genma gone,
he did not need the space of the large room, and he moved in here.
The room itself was sparsely decorated, but that was not too
surprising, since he probably had not had his own room for years. His
nomadic lifestyle had also discouraged purchasing mementos.
On the bed lay Ranma. Well, Ranma-chan actually. It seemed
that she had taken a cold bath before going to bed. She was asleep, her
covers thrown aside, showing her most interesting parts. Nabiki smiled.
"This is too easy," gloated Nabiki to herself. It was amazing
how events seemed to fit together.
First, after trying for days to get Ranma in this position and
failing, her period had started, halting any plans she had. Then,
according to the weather service, the heat wave, which had lasted for
almost a month, would be ending any day, increasing the work Nabiki
would have to do to get Ranma unclothed.
Just when it seemed her task would be impossible, her period
ended and the heat wave still had a day or two to go. Taking advantage
of the opportunity, she now had Ranma-chan exactly where she wanted her.
"So, Ranma, what shall I do first," she said, not really trying
to keep quiet. Akane's room was across from Ranma's, and they both
could sleep through a hurricane. Nabiki reached out and fondled Ranma-
chan's left breast. Feeling the nipple harden at the contact, Nabiki
grinned and pinched it gently. Below here Ranma-chan shifted slightly,
her breath coming slightly faster. One hand moved towards the opening
between her legs, but stopped before it got there.
One of Nabiki's eyebrows rose. "So, Ranma, not as innocent as
we first thought." Reaching down, she touched Ranma-chan's bare cunt
and began to massage it. Ranma-chan moaned slightly, her hips pushing
up, trying to increase the contact. Taking a nipple in her mouth,
Nabiki suckled Ranma-chan's tit. She did this for several careful
minutes, as the smell of Ranma-chan's juices filled the air around them.

Shampoo, barely able to hear what was going on, squatted down
and peeked through the keyhole. Here eyes widened and her mouth fell
open. Nabiki was bent over Ranma-chan, and it wasn't too hard to figure
out what was happening. Shampoo also had a clear view of what was
happening between Ranma-chan's legs. Nabiki's hand was pressing against
Ranma-chan's mound, and Shampoo could see that something had coated
Nabiki's hand that glistened in the dim light. Fighting against the
intense rage that rushed through her, she remembered her grandmother's
words. Watch, don't act. Well, she would do just that.

For several minutes, Ranma-chan writhed under Nabiki's touch.
Amazingly, she did not waken. Nabiki herself ached with the need to
touch herself, but she resisted, determined to get Ranma-chan to do the
touching. Taking her hand off of Ranma-chan's mound, she smelled the
slick juice on it. This was something she had not done in a long time.
Her eyes smoldering with lust, Nabiki moved down and place her head
between Ranma-chan's legs. Parting the damp lips with her fingers,
Nabiki took a long lick with her tongue.
Ranma-chan's reaction was immediate. She groaned loudly, so
loud, that Nabiki was afraid for a moment that she might wake someone
up. Carefully, Nabiki continue to lick Ranam-chan's cunt, lapping up
her juices, tongue flicking against Ranma's protruding clit, then
sliding down to her vaginal canal. She sucked on Ranma-chan's blood
engorged lips, and then thrust her tongue into Ranma as far as it could
go. She repeated this, varying it slightly from time to time.

"Akane," whispered Ranma. She was above him, gazing down on him
with lusted filled eyes. Her small breasts were soft under his fingers,
and small nipples were as hard as small pebbles. Arranging herself,
Akane guided herself onto him. Ranma's world exploded in pleasure, as
she rocked above him, his member sliding in and out of her in a joyous
rhythm. Thrusting up into her, Ranma groaned. He was almost there,
almost! Just as he reached the height of his passion, above him, Akane
faded and the dream around him dissolved.

Ranma-chan woke, feelings of ecstasy still thrilling along her
nerves. For a moment she laid there, eyes closed, still thinking this
was a dream. Then, data accumulated from her senses finally convinced
her otherwise. She sat up slightly, trying to figure out what was going
on, and saw her uninvited guest, head between her legs, tongue and mouth
eliciting gasps and groans from her body.
"Nabiki!" Ranma-chan gasped, trying to ignore the sensations
coming from between her legs and failing miserably. "What are you
doing?" Nabiki paused a moment to look up. The ache of denied pleasure
was almost enough to make Ranma-chan push Nabiki's mouth back into her
box.
"What does it look like?" she returned. "You don't want me to
stop do you?" Without waiting for a response, Nabiki's tongue continued
her work.

Shampoo watched the two, her own body reacting and demanding
attention. Her breasts and clit ached for attention, and she had to
fight the desire to satisfy herself. Obeying her Grandmother, she
watched, and watched. Ranma-chan's moans become more intense, and, with
a hiss of indrawn breath, she came, her small body shaking. Ranma-
chan's legs trembled and shook, her chest heaving with her exertions.
Shampoo bit her lip and gasped quietly as Ranma-chan's orgasm shook her
body.

Nabiki sat up and grinned. Her mouth glistened with Ranma-
chan's come.
"Have fun?" she asked the red headed girl.
Ranma-chan just lay there, overwhelmed by what she had just
experienced: her first orgasm as a woman. She was surprised by how
similar it felt. The muscles worked differently, but the sensation was
almost the same. The sweat on her body cooled, and she eventually
opened her eyes and glared at Nabiki.
"You could have asked," Ranma-chan said flatly. Nabiki grinned
impudently, wiping her mouth off with the back of her arm.
"Would you have said yes?"
"No, of course not!"
"That's why I didn't ask."
Ranma-chan began to chuckle. She couldn't help herself. "I
can't believe this is happening. A month ago I was just a normal
martial artist with three fianc�es and a psychotic girlfriend. Now-"
She stopped as Nabiki lay down on top of the red headed girl. Their
breasts pressed together, and Ranma-chan could feel Nabiki's hot sex
pressed against her thigh. Her own vagina, she realized, shared the
same spot on Nabiki's thigh.
"Ranma," Nabiki said, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
"You were never normal." Humping her hips forward, Nabiki began to
grind her cunt against Ranma-chan's body. Pleasure radiated out from
her sex, filling her thighs and lower abdomen. Ranma-chan stared up at
her in wonder, and Nabiki grinned. Leaning down, she kissed the smaller
girl, who return the kiss eagerly.
Ranma-chan began mirroring her lover's actions, humping Nabiki's
thigh. Their bodies pressed together, and sweat pooled between them.

Shampoo could bear it no longer. Slipping a hand down her
pants, she fingered her hard clit. Biting her lip in an effort to
remain silent, her body twitched and shook. Moans, groans, and sighs
wafted from the bed to her ears, and she could see sweat glistening on
their hunching, quivering bodies.

Ranma-chan amazingly was the first to come. Burying her head in
Nabiki's breasts, her body quaked as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Nabiki lifted herself up on to her hands, grinding her cunt. Her
breasts swayed above Ranma-chan, and the red headed girl took one nipple
in her mouth and sucked it hard, while a hand enveloped the other.
"Yes! Ranma, I'm coming! Ohhh...!" Nabiki collapsed on top of
Ranma-chan, her entire body shivering rhythmically with her climax.

Only a tiny squeak escape Shampoo's lips as her body orgasmed.

"Well," said Nabiki breathlessly. "That's that. I hope you
enjoyed yourself." Nabiki rolled off of Ranma-chan and laid beside her.
"So what differences were there between coming as a guy and a girl?"
"Not much," replied Ranma-chan. "Just different muscles. It
felt pretty much the same." Nabiki looked disappointed. "I don't want
to be rude, but could you please get out before someone sees us?"
"Ranma, everyone's asleep."
"Yeah, but with my luck Happosai'll come crashing through my
window any moment." With a mock sigh, Nabiki stood. Ranma-chan
shivered as Nabiki's nakeness was displayed before her.
"You don't mind if I come visiting some other time, do you?"
Nabiki asked slyly
Ranma groaned. "Would it matter if I said no?"
"Not really."
"Whatever. Just try to let me know beforehand, okay?"
"What, and ruin all the fun?" Nabiki chuckled and left.

The door to Nabiki's room closed, and Shampoo dropped down from
her perch on the ceiling. Nabiki was clever, Shampoo had to admit that.
Shampoo was caught between wanting to either dive into bed with Ranma-
chan, or go to Nabiki's room and rip the girl limb from limb.
Unfortunately, her Grandmother's command took precedence.
Watch, don't act.
Time to go tell Cologne what she saw.

End

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