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creation of Naoko Takeuchi. All original content is the creation of Samuel
Phoenix.

 All My Outers...
Chapter 1: Meeting the Wives
PsyckoSama (syp104@psu.edu)

Hotaru blinked and opened her eyes again at the sound of Setsuna-mama's
voice. Once again she was looking into the face of that strange boy.

With a gulp of apprehension, Hotaru said, "This isn't a dream, is it?"

"Nope," replied the martial artist.

"This is real?" Hotaru asked, her voice suddenly filled with uncertainty.

"Yep," replied Ranma, once again.

Hotaru nodded. She was in bed, with a boy, with who she had sex, and she had
no idea what was going on.

Hotaru quickly decided to put some space between her and the boy, and jumped
back with all her inconsiderable might.

What she didn't take into consideration was they way her two parental
figures were wrapped around the young man, pinning her legs to his side.
This minor fact combined with quite a bit of dumb luck and twisted irony
made the landing a not that unpleasant surprise as she fell back onto him,
ending up in a precarious lip to lip position.

Hotaru didn't know who first initiated it, but her belly was filled with a
growing fire as they began to kiss. She really wasn't sure what was going
on. She didn't know this strange boy, but she couldn't stop. She slowly
began to lose control, clouded by passion and desire and the kiss slowly
become more passionate and desperate.

It was if her body was on autopilot, as in some hidden part of her nature
had taken control.

Suddenly, Hotaru involuntarily released a moan of pleasure, as something
long, hard, and pleasurable was placed somewhere sensitive. The shock if
what she was doing, snapped Hotaru out of her passion filled daze.

Hotaru quickly bolted upward, and looked eye to eye with Ranma. He was a
blow away by what they were doing as she was. The two looked into each other
's eyes for an endless moment. As one they, decided what to do.

Hotaru placed her hand on his shoulders, and their movement took on a
regular pattern.

--------------

Setsuna looked blankly at the spectacle in front of her. What was going on
disturbed her greatly.

She didn't know what about this freaked her out the most. Was it the fact
that her adopted daughter was having sex in front of her with a strange man.
Was it the simple fact that she wasn't angry about this in the slightest, in
fact, she was ENVIOUS. She wanted to be the one with Ranma!

Setsuna blinked, how did she know his name? She blinked again. The more she
thought about him, the more random, muddled information popped up in her
head. There were no memories attached to this knowledge, just random bits of
information combined with intense emotion.

Setsuna stumbled back into a chair, and grabbed her head. For the first time
in her recent memory, she felt as if she had no control of the situation.
She felt helpless and confused.

What the hell was going here?! Where were these strange recollections coming
from? How did she get here? And why... why in the hell did she LOVE this
man!?

Setsuna released a cry of frustration and extreme anxiety, which was totally
drowned out by Hotaru as she reached orgasm.

--------------

Ranma gave a contented sigh as the small girl allowed herself to fall back
on top of him. She smiled widely and snuggled into his chest.

He was almost scaring himself. He just had sex with a girl! They started
with a kiss, and ended up with THIS!

Why had he just given in so quickly? By all right should be running in fear
of retribution, but he had no worries. No guilt. There was just something
so... right about it. It was as if doing this, that, and another thing with
Hotaru-chan here was the most natural thing in the world.

Wait? Hotaru-chan? How did he know her name?

He looked to the side. Crap, Michiru-chan was starting to stir. How would he
explain this... Wait, her knew her name too?

He looked to the other side. Haruka was still totally dead to the world. She
always slept like a rock... Hers too, and how did he know her sleeping
habits?

Then he looked at the beautiful woman across the room. Why was Setsuna
looking so disturbed? She was one of the strongest people he knew... but
that's just it. He didn't know her. He never met her. He just... KNEW these
things....

"Ranma," muttered Hotaru as looked up at him. "Your name... it's Ranma,
right?"

He nodded. "And your Hotaru, right?"

"Hai..." She blushed, and smiled demurely. Ironic, considering exactly what
they'd been doing just moments prior.

Ranma was surprised by the wave of emotion brought on by the young girl's
smiled. It was like the feeling he got when Akane smiled, only ten times
more intense.

"Do you have any idea what's going on here?" he asked.

Hotaru shook her head. "No. It's... its too just weird."

As if to punctuate Hotaru's assertion, Michiru began to groan and turn,
awaking from her slumber.

"Oh, my eyes," she groaned as she attempted to look at her surroundings.

"To worry. You just have to give yourself a moment to adjust," commented
Ranma.

"What the hell?!" exclaimed Michiru. She tried to get off the bed, but
because of her disorientation and lack of vision, she rolled off, and hit
the ground.

Hotaru quickly pulled her leg out from under Haruka and rolled to the side
of the bed, while Ranma tried futilely to free his army from the sleeping
Haruka's death grip...

"Michiru-mama, are you okay?" asked Hotaru, looking over the edge at her
fallen mother figure.

"Hotaru, what's going on here?" asked Michiru in a shaken voice. "What's
going on? We're in bed with a man! Did we..."

"Afraid so, Michiru-mama." replied Hotaru.

"Oh, Haruka, I'm sorry..." whispered Michiru.

"Don't be," interjected Ranma, "She's on the other side of me..."

Michiru jumped to her feet, and after rubbing her eyes for good measure, she
looked at the bed.

"Hotaru, get off of the bed..." hissed the Senshi of Neptune.

"I don't want to. He's not going to do anything that naughty," replied
Hotaru with a smile

Michiru growled. "We don't know who he is! Just because your in bed with
Ranma doesn't mean you...," Michiru paused in mid sentence. "How do I know
your name?"

Ranma sighed. How to explain this? Ranma closed his eyes and tried to recall
everything he could about Michiru. Needless to say, it worked, and Ranma
winced under the bombardment of personal information.

After assimilating as much of it as he could, he looked up to her and said,
"The same way I know this. Your name is Kaiou Michiru, your birthday is
March 6, your favorite color is blue, you love sashimi but hate kikurage,
and you're a GREAT violinist." he paused for a split second then added, "Oh
yeah, and you have this spot on your back, that if you rub it right, make
you just melt."

Michiru gawked blankly at the man, her entire body turning a brilliant
crimson. "How... how do you know all that!?"

"I think we're all under the effects of some potion or something," stated
Ranma.

Behind them, Setsuna stood up, and walked up to the bed. She took a quick
glance at the others and said. "Well, that's the best explanation I've heard
for this."

"You too?" exclaimed Michiru.

Setsuna nodded, and in a slightly defeatist tone she said, "Yep. We're all
part of Ranma-kun's little harem."

Ranma shook his head. "Hell no! I already got enough girl problems!"

Hotaru blinked. "The arranged marriages and unwanted fianc�es?"

"How do you know about that?" asked Ranma.

Hotaru's only reply was a questioning stare.

Michiru scowled. "I am part of no ones harem!"

Setsuna shook her head. "Michiru, I have one question..."

"What"

Setsuna smiled predatorily "Do you want to fuck him?"

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At this news, Michiru's face twisted into a mask of outrage. The nerve of
that woman! She knew damn well that Haruka was the only one for her!

While she could appreciate an attractive male, she didn't want him like
that! She didn't want to be held to his well muscled chest by his strong
masculine arms! She didn't want to feel his strong, dexterous hands
caressing every inch of her body! She didn't want to be a like beautiful
princess, protected by her wonderful prince Ranma...

Michiru's eyes opened wide and her jaw went agape she was balled over by a
wash of pleasant emotion and desire connected to those fantasies. That...
that was exactly WHAT she wanted. She wanted to be in his arms, she longed
for his body. We wanted to be with him forever...

She sat onto the side of the bed as the alien information and emotions began
to flow over her.

"What's your answer?" asked Setsuna.

Michiru sighed. "Yes..."

A man. She desired a man. She loved a man. She didn't know how she didn't
know why, but she held Saotome Ranma just as dear as her beloved Haruka.

Oh well, at least he turns into a woman. That could be fun... wait a second,
HE DID WHAT?!

Michiru turned to them. "He... turns into a girl?"

Ranma blinked. "Yeah. I have a curse... I turn into a girl with water."

"Jusenkyo, the Curse of Drowned Girl." stated Setsuna. From the look on her
face, Haruka could tell she didn't learn that from any of this phantom
knowledge.

"Ranma," interjected Hotaru, "Do you love us?"

Ranma blinked. "What?"

The girl pouted slightly. Michiru winced. If the potion, spell, or whatever
this is was affecting Hotaru half as bad as it was her, it must be very
confusing.

"Do you love us, Ranma?" she asked, "I know... I know this is magical, but
if feels real."

Ranma sighed. After some time lost in thought, he said, "I... I think so."

Hotaru smiled and put her arms around him. "Don't leave..."

"I've gotta," he replied, "I don't want you to get drawn into my life. I've
got four girls engaged to me and I don't want to force you into a situation
like that."

"Actually, Ranma," interjected Setsuna, "I think we have a much better claim
then those girls."

"What? They're all engaged to me... I just met you."

Setsuna nodded. "That is true but our is still superior. They are your
fianc�es. I do know about the rest of us, but we're married."

In chorus, the other three conscious people in the room screamed. "WHAT?!"

"Look at your left hands." Setsuna raised hers and pointed to the golden
band gracing her ring finger.

The others checked, and true to form they all had wedding bands. Reactions
varied.

Ranma resumed chanting last rights.

Hotaru blushed brightly and looked at Ranma in that special way only a
schoolgirl in love can.

Michiru gawked at the ring, considering the implications. She then grabbed
the still comatose Haruka's hand. She seriously hoped that Haruka was in the
mess as well. While she preferred girls, she never was totally hostile to
the idea of having a relationship with a man. Haruka on the other hand, was
a totally dyed in the wool lesbian.

With a wince, she found the fifth ring of the set.

"Haruka's going to flip," she stated.

Hotaru nodded. "I think Papa's going to go crazy..."

Setsuna shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

Ranma sighed, and gave yet another tug at his arm. As before, Haruka held
tight. "Could some one get her off me?"

Michiru scoffed. "Haruka sleeps like the dead. Just kick her off. It's what
I do."

"Are you sure?"

Michiru rolled her eyes. Of course she was sure. She'd been sleeping next to
her for almost two years. "Yes..."

Ranma shrugged, and did so. With a small cry of triumph he jumped to his
feet.

----------

Ranma looked at the conglomeration of beautiful women around him. His loves,
his wives... he still couldn't quite recall how this happened but was it
REALLY that bad a thing? On the same note, was it really a good thing?

Ranma sighed, and looked out the window. "What now?" Ranma asked. The
question was directed to no one in particular.

"We should wake up Blondie," stated Setsuna.

Ranma winced. He knew Haruka. Well, not really, but he knew how she would
react. With a groan, he began to rub his temple. This was just too fucked
up.

"My head hurts," grumbled Ranma.

"Finding all of this to much to grasp?" asked Michiru.

Ranma nodded.

With a wistful sigh, former lesbian replied, "You and me both, love."

Hotaru looked at the others and asked, "So are we going to wake up
Haruka-Papa?"

Michiru nodded. "I'll do it. This takes a special touch..."

"Michiru," interrupted Ranma, "Let me talk to her."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

The martial artist nodded. "Yeah, I'm her husband... I guess. I should talk
to her."

"And I'm her lover, and I think I should do it," replied Michiru.

Ranma sighed. "Okay. Lets both do it."

"Sounds good..." she replied.

"What about us?" asked Hotaru.

Setsuna sighed, "Hotaru-chan, let go... I think we should let them handle
it."

Michiru nodded.

"Okay then," stated Hotaru, "Let go."

Setsuna shrugged and turned to leave. The motion made her breasts bounce, a
fact that was not lost on Ranma, and his reaction was not lost to Michiru.

"I can't believe I'm jealous..." muttered Michiru.

Ranma shook his head. "Why are you jealous?"

"You," Michiru blushed brightly and continued in a whisper, "You were
looking at Setsuna and not me..."

Ranma sighed and sat next to her. Placing his arm on her shoulder he said,
"Relax, there is nothing to be jealous about."

Michiru turned to him and looked him in the eyes, her face mere inches from
his own. "Really?"

He unconsciously move his face closer to hers until they were almost
touching. "Really."

Their lips suddenly met and they were locked into a passionate embrace,
their hand wandering all over each other's bodies, feeling every individual
curve of the others' body. Their hand slowly grew move bold and their
breathing quickened.

Suddenly both of their eyes flashed open in realization of exactly what they
were doing, and how far they were going. In a flash were on the other side
of the bed blushing wildly.

Ranma blushed brightly. "I'm... er... sorry, Michiru... chan"

Michiru nodded profusely. Without thinking she blurted out, "Maybe later..."
She then blushed even more brightly as she realized exactly what she had
said. "I mean, er... well... lets jut talk about this later!"

Ranma nodded. "Yeah, good idea!" He sighed and continued. "So what about
Haruka?"

"Well, we should wake her up!" she blurted out, still frazzled by what she
hand been doing with Ranma.

Ranma sighed. "I'll do it. I'll wake her up."

Michiru blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes"

Michiru slowly back away to give Ranma some space.

Ranma gulped, and put his mouth near Haruka's ear. "Haruka, time to get up."

Nothing.

He tried giving her a shake.

Still nothing.

"Hey, Haruka! Wake the HELL UP!!!"

Yet again, nothing...

Ranma growled. "Ok, I'm getting a bucket..."

Michiru blocked his path. "No on MY bed you're not." She smiled, and said,
"Watch and learn..."

After a few moments she nodded to herself. "Sorry about this love," she
stated, as she placed a hand over her open mouth, and pinched the blonde's
nose.

In less then a second, Haruka's eyes burst open and she began to flail
wildly. With a self satisfied smirk, Michiru stepped back and gave her
female beloved some space.

"Michiru, I..." Haruka winced and covered her eyes. "Damn that's bright!"

"I know," replied Michiru

"I feel really messed up. What the hell we're we doing last night?" asked
the blonde.

Michiru couldn't help but blush and glance at Ranma. "Well love, that's what
I need to talk to you about..."

"Oh?"

Michiru chucked. "Something strange is going on ad I want you to keep an
open mind."

Haruka sighed, and turned her head toward Michiru's voice. "Just tell me
what's going on..."

Michiru thought for a moment . "I don't know exactly how to say this,
 but..." She sighed, and continued, "Something strange happened."

Haruka blinked, trying to clear her eyes. "What happened."

"We got married..." Michiru began.

"That's great!" exclaimed Haruka jumped up and hugged the closest figure in
her blurred vision. It was Ranma.

"Hey, you're not Michiru!" exclaimed Haruka in shock.

"...to a Guy," finished Michiru with a sigh.

"WHAT!" exclaimed the blonde as she jumped away from Ranma.

Haruma shook her head clearing her eyes, and took a first look at her new
husband.

"Er... Hi!" said Ranma with a dull chuckle.

Haruka blinked, and then blinked again. "Hey, aren't you Saotome Ranma?"

Ranma blinked. "Er, yeah..."

Haruka did the unexpected. She smiled and shook her head. "Damn, out of all
the men in the world..."

"Hey, what does that mean?" asked Ranma.

Haruka laughed loudly and gave Ranma a tight hug, then pushed him away
grabbing him by the shoulders with a big stupid smiled on her face. "Ranma,
you are FUCKING BADASS!"

"HUH?!" exclaimed Ranma.

"Where did that come from?" asked Michiru.

"He's like a modern day Bruce Lee!" Haruka exclaimed in response.

Michiru blinked, and Ranma smirked in response.

"I'm you biggest fan!" continued Haruka, "I get the Nerima Review, I have
your calendar, I even have a copy of your memoirs"

"I know about the magazine, I've seen that hentai calendar, but I never
heard of my so called 'memoirs'!" grumbled Ranma. "So, what's Nabiki up to
now?"

Haruka blinked, and grabbed a book of the side of the bed. "Here," she said.

Ranma looked at the cover. "Saotome Ranma: The Memoirs of a Modern Legend".
He fingered through the book and he began to scowl.

"So, this is where my diary went. I'm going to kill her," said Ranma
matter-of-factly.

---------------

While Ranma read the book, Haruka and Michiru talked.

"I'm... surprised," said Michiru, "I expected you to be more angry."

Haruka shrugged. "Hey, if I'm going to be stuck married to a guy at least it
's a man I can respect, besides he's cute." She paused, "I didn't just say
that, did I?"

Michiru nodded.

Haruka was slightly confused. She had really been that attracted to men, but
Ranma was... well... HOT. She wouldn't mind having some fun with him. That
really freaked her out, but at least he had that strange curse of his. It
was a total bonus.

After a moment, she blinked in confusion. She did not remember that being in
the book... oh well. she probably just didn't remember reading it. Kind of
strange considering how BIG it is.

Haruka shrugged. "Oh well, you should see his girl form, WHAT A FOX!"

"I want to try out this one first," mumbled Michiru, "I've always wondered
what it would be like to make love to a man."

Haruka looked at her lover lackluster eyes. Did Michiru, her lover, just say
she wanted to do the deed with a man? "Are you kidding me?"

Michiru shook her head.

Haruka scowled, looked at Michiru, then looked at her new husband who was
flipping through the mass distributed copy of his diary with a large scowl
on his face. He really was cute, and you SHOULD always try new things...

She looked back to Michiru. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

Once again, she looked at Ranma then looked back to Michiru. With a shrug,
she said, "Oh, what the hell! Might be fun!" she paused then whispered,
"Lets take him by surprise..."

Michiru smiled, and as one, they snuck up behind Ranma and pulled him onto
the bed in a fit of giggling.

----------

Downstairs, Hotaru and Setsuna were soon treated to the sound of the bed
pounding against the floor and the loud, passionate cries of the two outers.

Setsuna rolled her eyes as she adjusted her robe. "Well Hotaru, this is big
mess we've gotten ourselves into this time." She sighed and took a sip of
her coffee, "I really didn't see this coming."

Hotaru nodded and she ate a bowl of instant miso soup. "Yeah, it really is
strange... but at least he's nice, and CUTE!"

Setsuna sighed again and sunk back into her chair as one of the two former
lesbian's cries echoed especially loudly through the floor. "You just don't
understand Hotaru. I'm used to having at least a clue about what's going on!
I will usually let the little stuff pass, but I like to keep an eye on the
big things for safety's sake. How the hell could I miss this?"

Hotaru blinked. "Does not knowing everything that's going on really make you
feel this bad?"

Setsuna shook her head. "No," she sighed, "It's just part of it..."

Hotaru blinked. "Then what wrong?"

Setsuna leaned back, and with forlorn sigh, she said, "I just wonder, When
is it going to be MY turn!?"

The house shook with the force of Hotaru's face fall.



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