WARNING:  This work of fanfiction contains graphically described
senses of sexual activity. If you are under the age of eighteen or
if such material offends you, do not read further.

ADMONISHMENT:  Don't take this fic too seriously, folks, and
definitely don't try any of this at home. Writing it is dangerous
enough.

NOTE:  I've changed the timeline such that Ranma and Genma arrive
at the dojo on a Friday, so there is no school until Monday, that
Saturday being an off day.


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"Well, I'm just glad I wasn't beaten by a BOY!" Akane smiled to
herself, as if it were some kind of private joke.

"Uh..."

~~Sniff.~~ "You need to take a bath, Ranma-san. When was the
last?"

"Uh..."

"That's what I thought. Follow me."

Scratching her head, Ranma followed the strange girl out of the
dojo and into the house. Akane handed her a towel and guest
bathing utensils.

"In you go. Take your time."

"Um, thanks, Akane. I-- EEP!" Ranma whirled around and stared, but
Akane was already walking down the hallway. "Huh... I musta just
imagined that hand slidin' over my ass."

Slightly confused, Ranma entered the changing room.

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"Careful, careful..." Akane silently slid the door the bathing
room open a crack and put her eye to the opening.

*Oh, kami, she's magnificent! Such pale skin. Such wonderful...
Mmmm...*

In the bathing room, Ranma soaped herself down, scrubbing her
petite form vigorously. Akane watched, mesmerized.

Ranma rinsed, and then stood, walking around to the front of the
furo. She raised her well-shaped right leg and dipped her dainty
foot into the warm water.

"Aaah."

The rest of her leg went in past her knee, and something happened.
Ranma's body rippled, growing and changing form. Akane wanted to
scream: No! NO!! Bring back the beautiful girl! However, what
replaced the beautiful redhead captured her attention all over
again.

*Oh... my...* Corded muscles rippled across his body, and as Ranma
turned to face the door and bring his other leg into the furo,
Akane got an eyeful. She froze, replaying the scene in her mind,
over and over.

*Nobody's that big... Nobody's that big... Nobody's that big...*
She finally fell backwards on her rump.



Ranma swirled the furo water with his hand and made a decision. "I
guess I should just go out like this and-- What was that?"

He peered around the room. *Someone's watching me. I can feel it!*
He carefully turned his head, this way and that, and discovered
the sensation was radiating from the door. Through the steam, he
could barely see that the door had been cracked open.

"Who's there?!"

The sound of retreating footsteps echoed softly, and Ranma groused
to himself, "WHAT is going ON?!"

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"Well, your problem's not so bad, after all. HAHA! This is Kasumi,
nineteen, Nabi--"

"I'll take her-- him-- both... whatever."

Kasumi and Nabiki instantly relaxed.

"You... You... WHAT?!" Ranma sputtered. "Uh... Why? Yeah! Why?!"

Akane shrugged. "I like variety."

Ranma and Genma face-faulted, while the other Tendou family
members rolled their eyes.

"And she _isn't_ kidding, Ranma-kun," Nabiki drawled. "You're a
gift from the gods for Akane."

"Thank Kamisama," Soun muttered. "Now we can have a normal
house... sort of." He began to wail in joy, streams of tears
arcing through the air from both sides of his head.

Ranma moaned from the floor.

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"Do... Do you think I'm cute?"

Ranma froze in the process of unloading his pack. His head cranked
around to see Akane in the doorway, wearing... wearing... nothing
underneath an untied and open robe, the hems of either side
hanging off the peaks of her breasts and the backlighting showing
the gap between her legs all the way up to--

"ACK!!!" In a spray of nasal blood, Ranma keeled over.

Giggling, Akane said, "I'll take that as a provisional yes."

Ranma moaned from the floor.


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                    _I'LL_ Be Your Fiancee!

                A Ranma 1/2 Creme Lemon Fanfic
                              by
                          Cabbit Blue


Ranma 1/2 belongs to Takahashi Rumiko-sama and assorted
corporations, both in Japan, here, and probably places in-between.
Don't sue; it would be a futile gesture garnering little to
nothing in the way of pecuniary compensation... Yeah.

Private comments are great, but C&C is even better, and public C&C
is the best. I'll take it all - I'm not picky.
cabbitblue@myrealbox.com

Your mother says "Aloha, keiki!" from Hawaii.


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             Chapter the First:  WHO'S a PERVERT?!


Peeking out of his door, Ranma determined that the coast was
clear... at least upstairs. He padded softly to the stairwell, and
peeked around the corner. No one. Stepping down the stairway, his
feet right up against the wall to avoid squeaks, he managed to
reach the ground floor without alerting Aka-- er, anyone to his
presence. He reached the bathing room -- two days avoiding a bath
was beginning to be noticeable -- and slipped into the room,
sighing in relief.

He shucked his clothing and quietly opened the door to the furo.
Empty. Giggling slightly at his stealthy skill, he sat down on a
bathing stool and doused himself with cold water from the tap.

"Brrr!" Ranma hissed in a decidedly female voice. She bent over to
retrieve her bathing utensils, which had disappeared. "Wha...?"

"Let me," another girl's voice breathed in her ear.

"AIIIEEE!!" Ranma tried to bolt, but Akane had anticipated this
and quickly locked her up, coiling her arms and legs around those
of the shorter redhead. "A-A-AKANE!"

"Hi, Ranma-chan. Will you let me bathe you?"

"ACK! I, UH... ...!"

"What's the matter? You thought I was cute, didn't you?"

"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!"

"But... but... I thought... WAAAHHH!!!" The crocodile tears
flowed, but Ranma was blind to their nature as Akane slumped to
the ground.

"Aw, look! Don't cry! PLEASE?! Aw, maaan! I hate it when girls
cry!" Ranma wrung her hands, momentarily forgetting their nudity.

"You don't think I'm cute! WAAAH!!"

"NOOOO! You ARE cute!! I, er, was just surprised... YEAH!
Surprised... Um..."

Akane sniffed miserably. "Really?"

"Uh... yeah. You bet!" Ranma bigsweated, hoping the crying jag had
ended.

~~GLOMP!~~

"ERK!"

"Ranma," Akane purred, "we're fiancees, aren't we?"

Having Akane's nude body rubbing all over her own was slowly
short-circuiting the redhead's ability to think. "Uh... I, er,
guess so."

"Some day we'll be married, right?"

The question-answer session grounded Ranma temporarily, and she
looked up into the taller girl's liquid brown eyes: a mistake. She
was caught like a mouse before the snake. "Yeah, I g-guess that's
how it w-works."

"And what do married couples do?"

"Uh... What?"

Akane winced, but didn't lose her eye-lock with Ranma. "They get
intimate. Know what I mean?"

"Um... er... no?"

She thought about pounding the idea into Ranma's thick skull, but
Akane decided a demonstration would be far more effective and
didn't carry the possibility of an inconvenient loss of memory...
usually.

"Well, Ranma-chan," Akane said as she shifted her body to face
Ranma, not letting go of the glomp, "that means they get to touch
each other in fun places." Akane maneuvered Ranma into the corner
of the bathing area, not once losing the other's eyes, keeping her
mesmerized. "Now, sit down."

Ranma meekly complied, wondering what Akane was getting at.
*Touching? Touching how?* The light dawned like a supernova, and
Ranma started struggling. "AAAHH-- Mmblgh!"

The redhead's eyes bulged as Akane pressed her open mouth against
her own, Akane's tongue slipping in and wiggling around. Ranma was
frozen again, and Akane reluctantly withdrew.

Panting, Ranma said, "BUT! BUT! ... I'm a GIRL right now!"

Akane blinked. "So?"

Ranma gaped. "You're a _pervert_!"

"Yes, I am," she said, nonplussed. "What's wrong with that?"

Stumped, Ranma ran that around in her head, trying to remember
what was so bad about being a pervert, but nothing surfaced.
"Uh..."

"Ranma, WHEN we get married, we're going to have sex... a LOT!
Ahem. Which do you prefer? Dull and boring, or fun and exciting?"

Relieved at an easy answer, Ranma said, "Fun an' excitin', of
cour-- ERK!" She slapped her hands over her mouth, staring
wide-eyed at Akane, realizing too late upon what she'd just given
ground.

"Ah!" Akane's body rose and fell with the exclamation, generating
all manner of interesting jiggles. Ranma boggled and, despite her
best efforts, ogled. "Well, look at it this way; we're starting
the fun and exciting early. Doesn't that sound fun and exciting?"

Akane smiled full force, and Ranma felt her resistance weakening.
Ranma had foreseen getting eventually cornered -- although she
didn't think it would be this quick! -- and hesitantly pulled her
hands from her mouth, aware of one thing she had to know and upon
which anything further hinged. She _had_ been thinking about this
for the last two days while dodging her enthusiastic new fiancee,
and this was one thing she was determined to find out before she
got too close to her pervert fiancee.

"Akane, I gotta ask ya somethin'," Ranma said seriously.

"Um, okay." The sudden turn surprised Akane, but she waited for
Ranma to say her piece.

"I, uh, I don't know hardly nothin' about this... er, couples
stuff. But... But... Do ya, you know... like... me? ... Any? Or is
it just... this kinda thing that ya like?"

Nodding to herself, Akane knelt before Ranma. "When I asked you if
you wanted to be friends, I meant it, Ranma. I wasn't just trying
to score on you."

*Score? Huh?* Ranma kept her mouth shut, though.

"I don't think either of us have had time to fall in love, but I
think... no, I'm pretty sure I could fall for you. You're handsome
or pretty, whichever." Ranma winced. "You seem nice enough. Can
you give 'us' a try?"

Akane paused for a moment, looking down at her hands. "One thing
I've always known about myself is that I would always have a hard
time finding someone to marry because of these... urges. I used to
get... angry about it, but... that just drove more people off.
They'd rather put up with a perverted Akane than an angry Akane."

Ranma sighed. She couldn't relate to the underlying problem, but
she knew about loneliness. "Yeah, I can see that, I guess."

"Thank you, Ranma. That really means a lot." Akane looked up and
smiled warmly, looking Ranma right in the eye; Ranma felt her
heart flutter and jump and turn cart-- "And there you were, if
you'll pardon the expression, a perverted girl's dream. A bo-- A
_man_ that can turn into a woman. I look at you, and I get so...
so _hungry_ for you I can hardly stand it. You're so beautiful, so
handsome as a guy, you would complete my life. Make ME complete.
Do you know how special that is?"

Blushing, Ranma shook her head.

"Well, take it from me; you are so special that I am amazed at how
lucky I am to have you thrown in my lap like this. I want... I
want to start something with you, something beautiful, something
wonderful. There's a whole world of love and... other stuff out
there, just waiting for you, Ranma, if you'll just... let me in."

She had been feeling her defenses falling one by one as Akane
continued her impassioned speech. Akane was making her wants
Ranma's, and Ranma tried to let go of her fear.

"I... er... What... do I have to do?"

Smiling warmly, Akane rose and leaned over her to whisper in her
ear. "This time, nothing. Let me do all the work. Just watch,
experience, and learn." Ranma could easily relate to that! "I'll
show you pleasure you couldn't have dreamed of. Trust me. Nothing
I do can or will hurt you. It's all about... pleasure.

Ranma was shivering from Akane's hot breath in her ear and the
meaning of her words. She nodded jerkily.

"Just let yourself go and enjoy." Akane kissed her, passionately,
and she eased Ranma's mouth open and slipped her tongue in, just
like before. Ranma felt a moment's panic, but almost on instinct,
her own tongue began jousting with Akane's, and she could feel the
larger girl smile in the kiss.

They kissed for several minutes, but Akane eventually broke and
leaned back.

"First, I bathe you. Okay?"

Breathless, Ranma nodded weakly. Akane led her back to the stool
and sat her down. She picked up a cloth and a bar of soap and
washed Ranma's back. Once finished, Akane pulled up a second stool
behind Ranma and sat down. She opened her legs and scooted up
close behind Ranma, her breasts spreading against the redhead's
back. Ranma gasped and went rigid.

"Just relax, Ranma. It's all about pleasure, ne?"

Slowly coming out of her tense state, Ranma was jarred right back
into it as the furo door slid open. Kasumi, wearing a washcloth in
her hand and nothing else, blinked at Ranma and Akane.

"Oh. OH! Pardon me!"

"No problem, Oneechan. Ranma and I are just... getting to know one
another, as good iinazuke should."

"Ah." Kasumi gently slid the door shut, and then threw her robe on
and dashed out of the changing room.

"ackackackackackack--"  Ranma was near catatonic, her hands frozen
in warding positions.

"Re-LAX, Ranma. Kasumi-oneechan won't think a thing about it."

"--ackackack-- She won't?!"

"Nope."

"Why not?!"

"That's, er, a bit of a long story. Let's talk about it some other
time." Akane began moving her soapy hands up and down Ranma's
front, leaving the girl only enough concentration to nod.

"Ohhh... Oh!"

"Just let it happen. I don't think you've had much practice
enjoying yourself. That needs to change."

"I think-- OH! that you're-- AH! right."

Akane cupped and massaged Ranma's breasts, and the redhead started
seeing lights in the corners of her eyes.

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Even through her headphones, Nabiki could hear someone pounding up
the stairs. She pulled the headphones off and set her manga on the
bed. The footsteps sounded all the way to her door and stopped. A
soft, polite knock echoed in the room, and Nabiki arched an
eyebrow.

"Come in?"

The door was almost wrenched off its hinges, and Nabiki stared
bug-eyed at a half-dressed Kasumi, her robe open and not at all
hiding her assets, panting in the doorway.

"You won't BELIEVE what I just saw!"

"What?" Nabiki asked unsteadily, trying not to look, herself.

"Akane's set a new record! She and GIRL Ranma are in the furo,
about to, ah, 'you know'... I think."

Rather than display shock, Nabiki leaned back against the
headboard of her bed and closed her eyes. "Finally! No more
hitting on her sisters when she's hard up! Gods! Having to sit in
the furo with Akane looking you up and down... Well, I suppose
it's flattering, but... Kasumi?"

The older daughter was fidgeting in place with her head bowed.

"Kasumi? What's wrong?"

Kasumi jerked and straightened. "Oh!" She waved her hands at
Nabiki, a strained smile on her face. "Nothing! Nothing!"

Nabiki narrowed her eyes. "Bullshit. Maybe you can fool Akane and
Daddy with that, but not me. What happened?"

Once again with her head bowed and now wringing her hands, Kasumi
said, "Um... About three months ago, Father spent all the money on
sake, and I was upset. I was soaking in the furo when Akane came
in and offered to rub my shoulders. It felt so good, but it, um,
didn't stop there, and that felt so good too that I didn't want to
stop. In no time at all, we were, er, um, what's the term? Sixty
nine, yes?"

Lifting her jaw up from her lap, Nabiki said, "I... see..." *Jeez,
am I the only NORMAL one here?!* "Well, ahem, I suppose one slip
isn't... ah... It was just once, wasn't it?"

Kasumi was back to wringing her hands. "... Nooo...?"

Sighing, Nabiki said, "Okay, how many times?"

"Um... almost everyday since... I think."

Nabiki fell off of her bed, and Kasumi rushed over.

"Are you all right, Nabiki-chan?" Kasumi's breasts were
practically in Nabiki's face, and the younger Tendou had to fight
off a sudden strange urge to suckle.

"Uh... um... Yeah, I'm fine." She slithered along the side of the
bed and up on top, laying on her side and staring at Kasumi.
"Every day?!"

"... Yes," Kasumi said in a small voice. "You're not... mad, are
you?"

"No, no. Just, er, surprised... I guess."

"Oh, okay. Anyway, that Akane!" Kasumi sat down on the bed next to
Nabiki. "I wish... I wish..."

"What?"

"I wish I could watch! Oooo, wouldn't it be exciting to watch?!"

Nabiki scratched the back of her head, and grinned weakly. "If you
say so, Oneechan."

"Don't you have almost every room in the house bugged with
cameras?"

Nabiki fell off the bed again. "Uh... how do you know about that?"
she warbled into the tatami mats.

"Oh, well, I see you, er, adjusting the positioning of them
sometimes when you don't know I'm there."

"Ooog..."

"So... can we watch?" Kasumi beamed at her sister.

After a minute of careful study of the tatami pressed against her
face, Nabiki slowly got to her feet and wobbled over to her
bookcase. She removed several books, revealing a flat-screen
monitor.

"Oooo, high tech!" Kasumi said.

"And expensive. Don't drool all over it."

"Hai!" Kasumi chirped.

Nabiki turned and looked at Kasumi, who beamed back. Shaking her
head, Nabiki turned the monitor on and a picture of the empty
doujou snapped into view.

"The FURO!" Kasumi loudly complained.

"I KNOW!" Nabiki shouted, then stopped, counted down from ten, and
sighed. "Gimme a sec." She adjusted something Kasumi couldn't see,
and several views of the interior of the house flashed by before
settling on a situation straight out of a hentai anime.

"Oh... my," Nabiki breathed.

"Ranma is certainly... well built," Kasumi distractedly observed,
her eyes following Akane's hands as they--

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"Isn't this nice, Ranma-chan?"

Ranma could only gurgle in response. Who knew her big tits would
be so sensitive? And could do so much?

Akane giggled and, having completed 'washing' Ranma's breasts,
proceeded to clean the rest of her. Her hands rubbed the cloth
over Ranma's firm stomach, down her sides, and then out along her
legs. Her hands reversed course at Ranma's knees and traveled back
along the inner thighs. Without even being aware of it, Ranma
spread her legs as Akane neared the apex.

"AAAHH!!!" Ranma jumped, slamming her knees together, trapping one
of Akane's hands. "I DON'T THINK--"

"Ranma!"

"What?!" the redhead warbled.

"Do me a favor?"

"Uh... yeah... I think so."

"Does it freak you out to have me washing... that place?"

Ranma nodded vigorously.

"Okay, fair enough. Let's do a little experiment."

"Experiment?!"

"Hai. I want you to only imagine me washing your... pussy."

"AAAH!!! C-C-CAT! CAT! WHERE'S THE PUSSY?! AAAAH!!!"

"RANMA!!!" It was all Akane could do to hold the redhead in one
place.

"WHAT?!?!" ~~Pant! Pant!~~

"What did you do THAT for?!"

"D-D-Don't say that WORD!"

"What word?"

"C-C-C... C-C-Feline!"

"... Cat?"

"AAAAAHHH--"

"OKAY!! OKAY!!! I WON'T SAY CA-- THAT WORD!!"

"AH! Uh... No, don't. Whew! Brrr! Keep 'em away! FAR away!"

Akane was stumped. She had an armful of ailurophobic redhead and
had to think of a term other than "pussy". *Cunt? Ewww. No girl
likes that word... Ah!*

"Right. Let's try this again. I want you to just imagine me
washing your... orchid."

Ranma turned her head around and looked at Akane. "My WHAT?!"

Giving her a half-lidded stare, Akane said, "Work with me here,
Ranma. Orchid equals that word you can't stand for this." She
wiggled the fingers of her trapped hand, and Ranma jumped.

"Oh! Oh... Okay. Orchid it is, then." Wall-eyed, Ranma turned back
around.

"Now, imagine me washing your orchid."

*My orchid? Oh... yeah... That's that girl hole down there.
Orchid. Orchid.* The word echoed through Ranma's mind, gaining
momentum, and brought an unsurprising reaction. "I'M A GUY!!!"

"Who turns into a girl with cold water and seems to be too afraid
to explore the possibilities," Akane delivered in a monotone.

"Hey! I ain't afraid 'a nuthin'!!"

"Real-ly?" Akane drawled.

"Well..."

"I just want you to use your imagination for a minute. Can you do
that for _me_?"

"Uh... Uh... sure... I guess."

"Can you handle having an... orchid while you're a girl?"

The redhead squirmed under the idea.

"Hmmm? Don't girls have orchids, and isn't this a beautiful, sexy
girl's body under my hands?"

"Uh... yes?"

"Mmm-hmmm! And shouldn't a girl's body have an orchid?"

"... ... Yes?"

Akane leaned over and turned Ranma's face so she could kiss her.
She held the kiss long enough to relax Ranma, then broke and
looked deep into the other's blue eyes.

"So, Ranma, will you use your imagination for a minute?"

"Ungh-hungh."

"Good!" Akane smiled sweetly at her, and Ranma thought THAT was
the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She wished she could
tell Akane that without messing it up.

"Now, close your eyes." Ranma did. "Now, only in your mind,
imagine me washing your beautiful ooor-chiiid." Ranma squirmed
again, but settled down after a second. Akane noted with some
satisfaction that the grip on her trapped hand had relaxed
somewhat.

"Does it still freak you out?"

Ranma frowned and nodded. "A little."

"That's okay. I want you to look underneath the, er, being freaked
out. Think about how it would feel, me washing you up and down and
up and down and..." Ranma was starting to sway a bit. "Ranma,
underneath the... freakiness, isn't there a spark of desire? A
little bit of wanting it to happen? Of wanting to feel me do this
to you?"

"Uh... um... a little."

"And can't you feel that spark fan into a stronger flame?" Akane
ever so slowly moved her hand the little bit she could while
trapped between Ranma's thighs. "Feel the need to be touched?
Enjoyed? Fulfilled? Feel the need for the... pleasure?"

Her jaw hanging slack, Ranma only nodded, her eyes still closed.

Akane moved her face very close to Ranma's. "So, Ranma," she said
breathily, the other's eyes lazily opening, "would you allow me to
wash your... ooor-chiiid?" Akane licked the tip of Ranma's nose,
and then ran her tongue all around the outside of Ranma's mouth,
dipping in and out of the space between Ranma's lips.

The sometimes girl was utterly lost.

"Will you let me?" Akane breathed again.

Ranma nodded slowly.

"Then... relax your legs and I - will - wash - your - ooor -
chiiid."

Ranma did as she was told, and Akane slowly, oh, so slowly ran the
washcloth up and down Ranma's sex, eliciting a continuous
full-body quiver from the shorter girl. Akane sighed aloud.

"Oh, Ranma, you are so beautiful. I wish I was as beautiful as
you." Akane lifted one of Ranma's legs and carefully washed the
redhead's rear, digging into her anus slightly with the washcloth.

"Ah! Oh! That... was... ... interestin'. Um, you're, errr,
pretty... Akane. I'm just a guy in this stupid boDYYYYY! OH!
Mmmm... What was...? Oh, I ain't pretty at all."

"Thank you, Ranma, for the compliment." She beamed, and Ranma
blushed. "But you ARE beautiful. You just don't fully know it yet,
and I think that's cute."

Blushing even more furiously, Ranma noted with surprising
disappointment that Akane had finished washing her.

"Oh, errr, are we done?" There was a slight unsteadiness that let
Akane know more than Ranma would've believed.

"Rinse." Cold water washed over Ranma, and she screeched. Setting
the bucket down, Akane took a large towel and laid it on a part of
the floor that was up from the floor drain and less damp.
Neatening it out into a perfect rectangle, Akane returned to Ranma
and effortlessly picked her up into her arms.

"Uh--"

She didn't let Ranma finished saying anything as she kissed her
while walking to the towel. She lay Ranma down onto the towel and
herself on top of Ranma, whose eyes were darting around in a
building panic.

"Ranma! Look at me!"

Reluctantly, Ranma focused on Akane's eyes. "Do you remember what
I said earlier?"

"... No."

"It's all about pleasure. Nothing I do can or will hurt you. I
will not hurt you in any way. I want... to pleasure you. Will you
let me do that?"

Her eyes were still wide, but Ranma nodded jerkily. Akane smiled.

"Thank you, Ranma. You won't be disappointed, I promise."

"No?" Ranma asked querulously.

"I guarantee it."

"Oh... okay... that's fine... I guess... yeah..."

Akane silenced her with another searching kiss. After a moment,
she could feel the redhead thaw a little, and Akane began kissing
down the side of Ranma's face to her ear.

"AAAH! Oh! Akane!"

"It's okay to feel what your feeling, Ranma-chan," she whispered
into an ear. "It's part of the pleasure. Will you relax and let it
happen? Hmmm? For me?"

"Ah! Oh. Okay. For you."

In response, Akane tongued her ear even harder, and Ranma groaned
at the flashes in her body that such a seemingly innocuous act
could produce. Akane broke from that activity, and kissed down
Ranma's neck, trailing fire down to her collarbone and onto the
slope of one breast. Ranma was quickly learning to enjoy Akane's
lips on this sensitive body.

Akane kissed down Ranma's cleavage and then ran her tongue along
and into the soft, pliable flesh of one breast.

"NNNN!! Oh! OH!"

Giggling softly, Akane continued her ministrations, eventually
circling around to the top again, at which point she moved to the
center with her kisses and tongue. She paused over the aureole and
nipple, and then her tongue whipped out and flicked the nub of
hardened dark flesh.

Ranma jerked, gasping, and Akane took advantage of it by
descending fully and capturing the entire broad, darkened area of
the breast in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around and
occasionally nibbling on the nipple. Akane enjoyed hearing Ranma
moan and pant, but she thrilled when she felt Ranma's hands creep
up to her head and entangle themselves in her hair, but still
allowing Akane to do as she would.

                        -----=====-----

Nabiki was having a difficult time keeping any professional
distance while watching Akane quite thoroughly seduce her fiance.
She glanced over at Kasumi and almost face-faulted.

A line of drool was stringing down from her older sister's open
mouth and pooling on her leg. Nabiki took alarming note of the
fact that one of Kasumi's hands was starting to creep into that
special place between her legs and that the other hand was already
pinching a nipple.

Nabiki woodenly turned back to the screen, wondering how long it
would take Kasumi to start actively masturbating... right in front
of her sister!

*Oh, kami, why does that idea turn me on?! I want to be the NORMAL
one! WAAAH!*

                        -----=====-----

Moving to Ranma's other breast, she treated it the same as the
first. The poor tortured redhead was writhing beneath Akane, and
moaning just like the virginal maiden she was, at the moment.
Akane felt herself moistening and starting to flow at the thought
of deflowering Ranma... in a manner of speaking.

Finally finished mauling Ranma's chest, Akane kissed down her
stomach, stopping to play hide-the-tongue with a cute little
bellybutton. Ranma's stomach heaved, in and out. Akane progressed
downward--

"Uh! Um, what are you going to do?!"

Akane lifted her head and gazed steadily at her soon-to-be lover.
"Do you trust me? Trust me to show you pleasure?"

"... Yeah."

"Then lie back and just enjoy, Ranma. I'm going to light your
fire..."

Wide-eyed, Ranma watched Akane dip down and place her mouth on
that odd hole she had at the juncture of her legs. Akane's tongue
slid along the vertical folds of the opening, and Ranma's eyes
rolled back into her head.

"AAAAHH! Oh, MYYY GOD! NNNN! N! NNNN!" Ranma's back arched and her
legs moved from open to wide open back to just open. Her fingers
found Akane's head again and pressed into the back. Akane had to
fight off a shout of triumph, which wasn't hard as she was
currently worming her tongue as far into Ranma as it would go. She
was rewarded with a screech.

Akane pulled her tongue out and ran it up and down the red-furred
labia again. She watched as Ranma's clitoris finally peeked out of
its hood and slid into view... and kept on sliding out.

*Well, that's interesting!* Akane thought, eyeing the
exceptionally long specimen. *It must be because she's so big as a
guy. Looks yummy.*

She stopped her vaginal ministrations, and pouted her lips,
placing them at the end of the clitoris and slowly sucking it in
like a soda straw. Ranma went rigid, and orgasmed. Akane was
afraid of hurting her if she didn't grab Ranma's hips to keep her
face in a relatively stable position to the clitoris in her mouth.

Ranma's body bucked, her fists and feet pounding the tile. Akane
heard a series of sharp cracks as several tiles split.

"AH! NN! NN! NN! NNnnNNN! NN--"

Akane abandoned the clitoris and put her entire mouth to Ranma's
opening as the redhead leaked fluid. It was hot with a sharp tang
that Akane found unusual and delicious.

Finally settling down into a twitchy daze, Ranma lay on the floor,
panting. Akane gave Ranma's mound a final lick, eliciting a final
full-body twitch, and rose, crawling back up the redhead's body,
only stopping briefly to smear her sticky mouth over a couple of
luscious breasts.

"Did you enjoy that, Ranma-chan?" Akane sang.

"Ungh-hungh... Yeah... Oh... Incredible... I... I had no IDEA! Un!
Mm!"

Snickering, Akane turned Ranma's head and kissed her, letting her
taste her own fluids. Ranma's eyes widened at the flavor, but the
musk of it went straight to her hind brain, and her eyes rolled
back up into her head again as she let herself be devoured.

                        -----=====-----

"Did... Did you SEE that, that CLIT?!?!" Nabiki was aghast. She
turned to her sister, only to find her missing from her chair. She
blinked at the moaning coming from the floor, and peered down at
Kasumi, one hand mauling a breast and almost the entire second
hand jammed into her sex.

Nabiki stared, and then shook her head, wiping drool off her chin.
"Get a grip, Nabs!" She smacked her forehead. "Now, why did I say
that? ... I HATE 'Nabs'!!"

                        -----=====-----

"I'm not finished with you just yet..."

"You're NOT?!"

"No, Ranma-chan, I'm not."

"But, but, but... It's gonna be supper, soon!"

Akane almost told her to go ahead and eat her orchid, *ACK! Not
THAT word!* but she thought better of it. After all, she'd told
Ranma that she would do all the work this first time. "Not to
worry. We'll be done in time." She'd seen Ranma busy at the table,
and knew that meals were exceedingly important to the redhead.

But Akane wanted to drive the nail home. She felt that Ranma
needed to be more comfortable with his girl body, and a full and
exhausting round of sex while in that body was the youngest
Tendou's chosen method. And it was fun, too. But to fully
accomplish her mission, Akane decided it was time to employ a
little barrier-breaking psychology.

"Roll onto your stomach, Ranma-chan."

Ranma did as instructed, watching Akane warily over her shoulder.

"Now, I'm going to lift your hips, and I want you to bring your
knees in so that when I set you down you're resting on them."

Again, with almost no effort, Akane lifted Ranma by grabbing onto
her pelvis. Ranma brought her knees in, and Akane set her back
down, leaving Ranma's butt high in the air.

"Anou... Wha--"

"Shhh. All about pleasure, ne?"

"Uh... yeah."

Akane rubbed her hands on the globes of Ranma's rear, and then
slid her hands forward along Ranma's back, pushing down slightly
and causing Ranma to shiver and arch her stomach down. It also
brought her sex into complete view.

"Hold that position."

"... Okay..."

Applying her face again, Akane tongued Ranma for a short while,
and Ranma moaned and gasped appropriately.

"Oh... Akane... It feels so _good_."

"Of course it does. I told you, didn't I?"

"Mmmm."

Smirking, Akane stopped her oral applications and slowly inserted
her forefinger into Ranma's red-furred snatch. Ranma tensed at the
invading digit, and Akane stopped.

"Only pleasure."

Ranma slowly relaxed, and Akane continued to bury her finger up to
the knuckle joining it to the hand. She could feel Ranma gripping
her finger with uncertainty, likely mirroring her state of mind.
She pulled the finger almost entirely out then slipped it back in
to another gasp and moan from Ranma. She repeated this motion,
slowly building up a rhythm of insertion and retraction. Ranma's
body shivered.

"Do you like that, hmmm?"

"Un... Nn... Yes... Nn..."

"Would you like another finger?"

"Nn... Nn..."

Akane took the lack of intelligible response as an affirmative,
and on the next retraction, added her longer middle finger,
plunging both in as far as they would go, returning to her
previous rhythm.

"OH! Oh! Ah! Mm! Nn!"

Smirking, Akane watched Ranma's clitoris extend again, and
moistening the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, she
masturbated Ranma with light strokes while continuing to drive her
fingers into Ranma's orchid.

"AAH! AKANE! OH! So gooooood. NN! NN! NN!"

It wasn't long before Ranma reached orgasm a second time,
clenching down on Akane's fingers in a rhythmic squeeze, although
Ranma gritted her teeth soundlessly, only her heavy breathing
echoing in the tiled room. However, Akane didn't let up. Her
purpose was to keep Ranma up and going and, if Ranma turned out to
be as sensitive as she suspected, keep her continuously at the
edge of orgasm, going over and over that edge.

After she had rested for a few seconds, Ranma started pressing her
hips against Akane's hand in opposing rhythm to Akane's motion,
hoping for more insertion. Akane eyed the juices dripping off her
invading hand with some regret, but she stopped masturbating
Ranma's clit and coated the fingers of that hand with the fluid,
catching some on her upturned fingers before bringing it up to
Ranma's anus, rubbing it into the point of wrinkled flesh and
slowly working it into the hidden hole. Ranma moaned and shivered
at the additional stimulation, falling over into her third orgasm,
vocal this time.

"AAH! NN NN NN NN NN NN NN-- OH, KAMI! SO GOOOOOD. YES YES YES NN
NN NN... MOTTO!"

Giggling, Akane added her third finger, now able to lever a
section of slender palm into Ranma's soaked channel.

"YESSSSS..." Ranma was pounding back onto Akane's hand even
harder. "Motto... OH, KAMI, I WANT MORE!!"

<Such a randy little tart, aren't you, Ranma-chan? Perfect!>
"Well..." Akane said, trailing off as she continued her
ministrations.

"WHAT?! NN! What? NN!"

"Well, it would mean I'd need to use a... toy, but it would fill
you up so gooooood."

"OH! AH! NN! Uh. NN! How? NN!"

"So well, so good, so filling," Akane moaned at Ranma, and the
redhead's body quaked delightfully at the thought.

"AH! OKAY! YES! Oh, PLEASE! MORE! NN!"

"Are you suuuure?"

"YES! AH!"

"Okay." Akane stopped her activities and withdrew her fingers,
giving Ranma a desperately needed breather. The redhead slumped a
little and closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing and the
echoes of sensation still ricocheting throughout her body. She
barely cracked her eyes at the sound of Akane rummaging in a bag
she'd missed seeing before. Her eyes bugged at the long, green,
transparent, and uncomfortably _thick_... _object_ she pulled out
of the bag.

"UH... What is THAT?!"

"A gel strap-on dildo."

"...!"

Akane minced over to Ranma and knelt closely before her, spreading
her legs and bringing her sex very close to Ranma's face. Akane's
aroused musky scent entered Ranma's nose, and the redhead's mouth
began to water involuntarily.

"It won't bite you, Ranma-chan. It's purpose is to fill you up
sooo gooooood." Akane's tone went from instructional to torrid.
"Would you like to see it used, first?" she softly heaved at him.

Ranma had long since departed terra firma, and could only nod in
automatic response.

"O-kay, Ran-ma," Akane moaned as she rocked up on her knees and
placed the head of the "toy" at the entrance to her sex. Although
her too-close view distorted her perception somewhat, Ranma
estimated the toy to be about 19-20 centimeters long and 3-4 wide.
All in all, an impressive... toy. Akane abruptly lowered herself,
slowly engulfing the entire length. Ranma's eyes bulged a little
more with each disappearing centimeter.

"Oh, YES! Mmmmm!" Akane lifted up and plunged back down, hard,
taking just a little bit more as the momentum of her weight
carried her down a little farther.

Her nose almost in the way, Ranma's eyes crossed as she watched
Akane "play" with her toy. The redhead completely missed the drool
spilling out of one corner of her own mouth.

Akane suddenly slowed, then stopped. "No..." She shuddered
briefly. "No, this is your time." She rose completely onto her
knees, removing the slickly wet dildo. "Mmmm, that's delicious, to
be filled like that. Would you like to be filled like that,
Ranma-chan?" she cooed.

Ranma blanched a little. "Um... I, errr..."

Akane ran her hand along Ranma's back and in between buttocks,
playing with her opening, then sticking two fingers in and out
repeatedly. "Hmmm? Would you like this times ten? Hmmm?"

Gasping, Ranma didn't say anything, so Akane continued to finger
Ranma while she rose and moved behind her again. Once settled, she
added her third finger again, stroking in and out, jamming her
fingers as far in as they would go.

"OH! AAAH! MM! NN! NN! NN! AKANE!!"

"You like that?"

"YES! AH! MORE!!"

"Do you want me to fill you up?"

"YESS!! MM! NN!"

"Say it, Ranma-chan! Tell me what you want!"

"AH! Uh. MM! FILLMEUP! NN! OOOH! AH! MOTTOOOO!!!"

"Do you want me to... fuck you?"

"YES! NN! FUCKME! AH!"

"Fuck you like a five-hundred yen whore?"

"YEESS!"

"Did that make you tingle all inside when I said that?"

"YEEESSS!!"

"Say it!"

"YEESS!"

"SAY IT!"

"OH! FUCK ME, AKANE!"

"How?"

"LIKE... Like a five... LIKE A CHEAP WHORE!!"

"Close enough. Are you going to enjoy being fucked like a cheap
whore?"

"YES! ARGH! YESYES!"

"SAY IT!!"

"ARGH! I'MGONNAENJOYBEINFUCKEDLIKEACHEAPWHORE! NN! NN! DOIT!!!"

Akane disengaged her hand from Ranma's orchid, the redhead
shivering and quivering. The other girl quickly donned her
equipment. "Reach behind and give me your hands." Blinking in her
daze, Ranma did so. Akane took her hands and gave them a friendly
squeeze. "This has been kind of like a dare, in a way. The words
make it more exciting and thrilling. And..." She let go of Ranma's
hands, reaching further and grasping her by her delicate wrists.
"I want you to play along. It'll be much more enjoyable for you...
for us both, really. Okay?"

Ranma just nodded, then started as she felt the end of something
large press against her opening. Akane's grip strengthened to the
point that Ranma knew she would have great trouble breaking it.

"Part of the game. Get excited and enjoy it."

Akane pressed forward, meeting not much resistance from Ranma's
sex at first. The bulbous green head disappeared into Ranma's
vaginal channel, strangely complemented by the thick red hair
ringing it on the stretched opening.

"OH! Too BIG! IT'S GONNA HURT ME!!" Ranma was beginning to thrash.

"RANMA!!!"

She stopped and looked over her shoulder, her defenses down and
clearly frightened. Akane smiled her best smile. "I would never do
anything to hurt you. This is going to feel uncomfortable at
first, perhaps, but I promise that it goes away quickly, and after
that... You won't believe how good it feels. You saw me. It didn't
hurt me, did it?"

Ranma shook her head, but said, "I'm... I'm not as big a person as
you are... in this body."

"No... but think about it this way. I've, er, taken much bigger
ones than this, and I'm not hurt."

"Really?" Ranma said doubtfully.

"Really," Akane said, with clear sincerity. "And I expect to take
bigger yet." She winked at Ranma, remembering what she saw in the
furo two days ago while peeping.

Ranma missed the allusion, and said, "Oh... I... guess." Ranma's
head turned to the front partially.

"It might feel uncomfortable at first, but then... pleasure. Do
you trust me?"

Ranma looked back again at Akane, at her smile, at her large brown
eyes, and smiled hesitantly. "Yeah... I trust you."

Akane waggled her eyebrows. "Trust me to fuck you like a cheap
whore?"

The redhead laughed at that. "If ya'd asked me that two days
ago... Yes, I do. Let's... see if this is all your crackin' it up
ta be." She faced forward and laid the side of her face on the
towel.

Akane's grip on Ranma's wrists had relaxed, so she gave them
another friendly squeeze and gently pushed further into her new
lover.

As Akane continued to slide into her, Ranma gasped and whimpered
at the strange feelings she was having at being penetrated. It
simultaneously felt so wrong and yet so right, and she could
easily separate those two feelings into male and female.

"Akane, stop."

Surprised, she did. "Are you all right?"

"I dunno. I'm havin' a little war in my head, guy versus gal.
One's beggin' me ta stop, and the other's yellin' for more. I...
need a minute."

"Of course." Akane bit her lip as she watched a series of
unreadable emotions flash across the redhead's face.

After a couple of minutes, Ranma quietly said, "Akane, what do you
see when you look at me?"

She didn't answer right away, trying to decode exactly what her
lover wanted. A suspicion formed that what she said right at this
moment could very well make or break her relationship with Ranma.
Akane narrowed her options down to a few, and then decided on one.

"I see... a _man_ who is trying to cope with something that no one
I know of has ever had to. I see a man who is trying to make the
best of a... very odd situation. And showing a whole lot of
promise at succeeding, too. I see a man who is brave enough to try
to learn what he can from his other body, even if he had to be
coaxed into it. I... I see a man I'd like very much to get to know
a whole lot better. Finally, I see... a man, in every meaningful
sense of the word."

Ranma said nothing for a moment, her head tucked in, and then she
turned and looked over her shoulder again. Tears were streaming
down her face, and she smiled and said, her voice soft and thick
with emotion, "Thanks, Akane. I... Thanks."

Before Akane could respond, Ranma started shifting back, pushing
herself onto Akane's false penis, never letting her eyes move off
of Akane's, although an occasional grimace flashed across her
face.

"I trust you," Ranma whispered, and Akane almost jumped when
Ranma's buttocks finally rested against her thighs. "Oh, man. You
weren't kiddin' full! I feel like I'm gonna blow any minute."

Laughing weakly, Akane bent forward and raised Ranma's hand and
kissed it. "Kami, you're one of a kind, Ranma. I think I _know_
that I'm going to fall in love with you... _hard_."

"Me, too," Ranma said, smiling cutely but sincerely.

                  ----=====-----

"WAAAH!!! THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!! WAAAHH!!!"

Nabiki grunted under Kasumi's weight as she _tried_ to cradle her
bawling sister in her lap. It wasn't Nabiki's idea, but she'd been
given little choice when Kasumi had crawled into it.

"There, there, Oneechan. It was... nice... yeah."

"Nice? NICE?! WAAAH!!! I WOULD BE SO LUCKY!!!"

Rolling her eyes, Nabiki grunted and patted Kasumi on the back.
She looked at the monitor. "Heads up, Oneechan. I think things are
happening again." *HEADS _UP_?!?! I'm so doomed...*

Kasumi's tears dried up so fast Nabiki wasn't sure they'd even
been there as her elder sister settled more comfortably in the
younger's lap, eyes glued to the screen.

                        -----=====-----

"Now, are ya gonna just squat there grinnin' or are ya gonna fuck
me like a cheap whore?" A naughty smirk had replaced the grin.

Akane laughed, and with her own naughty gleam, rocked back slowly
and shoved back in slightly faster. The look of utter surprise on
Ranma's face was priceless, and Akane had to fight off an attack
of the giggles.

"Oh, boy, I think that just fried my brain." Akane cycled again.
"Uh!" And she set a slow rhythm, moving the large dildo out of and
into Ranma's body. The redhead's eyes slowly glazed over, as her
head lolled back to the towel.

"Nn. Nn. Nn."

Slow and easy at first, Akane slowly built up the speed, gauging
her timing by the spasms of pleasure washing across Ranma's face.
Ranma's grunts were growing in volume, and as Akane rested her
hands on Ranma's perfect butt, she could feel the sometimes girl
quivering.

"Oh! Akane, I-- AH! I'm startin'--NN! Oh, gods! AAH! AAAHHH!!
KIYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Ranma screamed in her orgasm, her body bucking.
Akane had some difficulty keeping steady, but she grinned the
whole time.

Ranma finally fell out of the orgasm, breathing heavily as Akane
continued to stroke. Lifting Ranma's torso off the towel by
pulling on her arms, Akane started thrusting harder, the slap of
flesh becoming loud. She marveled at the swing of Ranma's
now-pendulous breasts, knowing that the feel of them pulling down
would add to the pleasure, although Ranma might be a little sore
in the morning.

"Cum for me, Ranma, over and over and over till you feel like
you're going to explode."

"Oh! Don't say that! Oh, no. I'm not ready so soon! Ah! AH! NNN!
AAHH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Ranma bucked against Akane, and Akane
could feel the increased resistance to her movement as Ranma's
muscular body squeezed the dildo for all it was worth as she
screamed in pleasure.

*Gods! She's really a goer!* Ranma seemed to last longer in orgasm
this time, and when it was over, she bonelessly wilted. Akane
lowered her to the towel and pulled out.

"Roll over."

"Wha...?"

"Roll over."

Ranma sluggishly obeyed, re-centering her back on the towel.
"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. We're changing positions." Akane grasped Ranma's ankles
and pushed them all the way to the floor to either side of Ranma's
head. The redhead blinked at her, but gasped and closed her eyes
as Akane slid the dildo back in, burying it completely, and
stopped at that point. Ranma opened her eyes to see Akane's face
just above hers.

"You are mine, Ranma. We are engaged to be married, and I believe
I'm going to hold you to that," she said with a smirk. "But, I am
also yours. Anytime, anywhere, if you need me, you won't have to
look because I will be right at your side. Male, female; it just
_doesn't_ matter to me. I'll take you any way I can get you. Do I
make myself perfectly clear, mister?"

Ranma nodded vigorously, and Akane smiled broadly before kissing
her passionately. She broke and said, "I want to see your face as
I make love to you."

"O-Okay, Akane-chan."

Akane gazed into Ranma's beautiful blue eyes. "Oh, Ranma-chan,
thank you." She kissed Ranma again while taking up a long stroke,
in and out of Ranma's body.

As she enjoyed watching the spasms and listening to the screeches
of pleasure in Ranma, Akane felt warm all over as Ranma's arms
crept around Akane and began to hold her tight. She kissed Ranma
again, and the redhead returned it enthusiastically, although
Ranma broke off.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Ranma screamed in orgasm, hugging Akane
tightly.

                        -----=====-----

"Um... Um... Oneechan?"

"AH! UN!"

Nabiki grimaced in a little pain and a lot of embarrassment.
Kasumi was sprawled out atop her in the chair, actively
masturbating.

*Oh, no!* Nabiki thought as Kasumi grabbed one of her hands and
tried to drag it towards her sex. "Hey, it's almost time for
supper!" Nabiki called to the room.

"ERK!" Kasumi was off like a shot

"Whew! Dodged that bullet, Nabs." She smacked her face. "I am not
a 'Nabs', damn it!"

She peeked through her fingers at the ongoing events piped in to
her monitor.

                        -----=====-----

For her part, regardless of her own lack of orgasm, Akane was
thoroughly enjoying pleasuring Ranma. She leaned forward and spoke
into her ear.

"You're just a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

Ranma blink-blinked. "Huh?! Uh..."

Akane giggled. "Just part of the game. I don't really mean any of
it, but if you'll let yourself fall into it... you'd enjoy
yourself."

"Oh, okay."

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes." She stroked in, hard, and ground
against Ranma's pelvis. "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

"Uh... yeah... I think... Um..."

"This is what they call talking dirty during sex. Ever hear of
that?" She couldn't believe she was having to explain this. "Just
play along, Ranma-chan. It's like pretend... sort of."

"Oh, right! I got it-- NN! Oh! Right there! NNNNNN!!"

"You're a little slut, Ranma!" Akane said with some force.

Ranma started, then pulled her head back to look into Akane's
smiling face, and she relaxed and batted her eyes. "Oh, you know
it. I'm just ready anytime."

Akane burst into laughter. "This isn't going according to plan,"
she snorted, burying her face in Ranma's left breast.

"Heh, sorry-- AH! Oh. Nn. Almost, darn it."

"All right, all funny stuff zipped up!" Akane breathed in deeply
and then let it out. She evened out her stroking and put her mouth
to Ranma's ear again.

"You're just a little slut that's all you are you can't wait to
get fucked by any dick that comes along and I do mean cums along
you just bend over for just any sorry excuse for a guy but that's
all in the past because now there's only me you belong to me
anytime you want to get fucked you'd better come crawling to me
cause I _know_ how you like it big hard and all the way in
pounding you till you're sore but screaming for me you're such a
cheap little whore my little whore my little sexpot I can do
anything I want to with you you're such a hot little piece of
snatch ready to bend over on your hands and knees and let me pound
away--"

Ranma's eyes had bulged at first and then she had to stifle off a
giggle fit, and _then_ she started feeling the role take on a
little bit of life.

"Yes," Ranma mumbled weakly but sincerely, Akane pausing for a
second before speaking again.

"Louder, Ranma. You're my little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes! AH! Nn. Nn."

"What would you do for me? Anything I asked?"

"Yes! Anything! NN! OH! GOOD! MMM!"

"Say it, Ranma."

"I'm your whore! AAH! NN! NN!"

"Feels good to finally admit it, doesn't it, you cheap little
slut."

"YES!! NNN! MMM! OOOH! _HARDER, DAMMIT_!"

"You like being fucked hard, don't you?"

"YESSS!!"

"Tell me what you are!"

"I'M YOUR CHEAP-- AAAH! LITTLE WHORE-- NNN! NN! NN!"

"And if we went to, say, the market, and I suddenly got horny--"

"NNEEENNNEEE!! NN! NN!! NN!!"

"--what would you do? Huh?" Akane brought her hands in and began
squeezing Ranma's breasts.

"AH! Err-- OH! HOO! HOO! NNN! Oh, gods, the next one's gonna be
big... NN! NN!"

"What would you DO, Ranma?!" Akane ordered, leaning her weight
more heavily on the petite redhead.

"OH! I would NN! NN!" Assaulted by the rising pleasure, Ranma was
having a difficult time being creative, but then she realized she
didn't have to be. "I would bend over and AAAH! Grab my ankles and
NNNN!! And pull my shorts--"

"PANTIES! Little whores wear purple silk panties with green tiger
stripes!"

"GACK! HAHA! My purple panties down MMMM! NNN! And, and, and--"

"And what?! With everybody watching?!"

"YES!! YOU'D FUCK ME!! HARD!!! AHH!! AAAAHHH! ... ...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Ranma's body thrashed the hardest it had, and it was only Akane's
weight pressing down on Ranma that kept her in one place.

"Oh, you'd like to feel me... SQUIRT BABY-MAKING JIZZ UP INTO YOUR
HOLE!!!"

Ranma froze. "Oh... my... That... did it!" With a casual display
of enormous strength, Ranma held onto Akane and whipped into the
air, timed just so that Akane would land on her feet, still
wobbling slightly, and Ranma's falling weight would jam her as far
as possible on the dildo. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and
hanging onto Akane's shoulders, began humping.

"Oh, when you said that, I just... tingled all over. This crazy
chick's body's got me thinkin'... I REALLY WANT THIS!! HARDER!!!"

Akane walked them to the wall and leaned Ranma back against it.
Ranma placed the curves of her dainty feet on Akane's hips and let
her lover slam home as hard as possible.

"Oh, Akane, that tinglin'... I may not come down off this one."

"Cum for me, Ranma, over and over, constantly, don't stop, just
cum!"

"Oh! AH! NN! NN! MMMM! AAH!!"

"CUM! HARD!"

She did. "AAAAAA--"

"Keep cumming! Don't stop!"

"--AAAAAAAAAAAA--"

"Cum again!"

"--AAAH! NNN! NNN! NN!"

"AGAIN!"

"NN! NNN!! MMMM! NNNN!!!"

"AGAIN!!"

"AAAAAAAA--"

Akane finally brought Ranma all the way, constantly pushing her
back over the edge, not letting her off the ride. After several
minutes, Ranma had stopped screeching and just convulsed, lost in
a haze of ecstasy.

Finally having grown more than a little tired, Akane stopped and
eased Ranma down onto the towel again, removing the dildo from her
lover's stretched channel. She took off the strap-on, and sat
down, watching the convulsions slowly die off and Ranma's eyes
flutter and close as she drifted off into a half-sleep.

Once she caught her breath, Akane picked Ranma up again and
carried her over to the washing stool, rinsing the sweat off the
redhead's body. She soaped up a cloth and lightly washed off the
exhausted girl, and then rinsed her down and leaned her against
the wall as Akane washed herself.

After she was done, Akane gathered two oversized terry-cloth
robes, wrapping her fiancee and lover in the smaller. Ranma was
still thoroughly out of it, so Akane picked her up and carried her
out of the bathing room, through the changing room, and out into
the hall, ending up at the dining table.

Genma and Soun were already present, the former idly fingering his
chopsticks, wondering if Kasumi would _ever_ get dinner on the
table. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw his son
in girl form being carried in by Akane.

"What happened?!" Genma cried.

Akane blinked. "What? Where?"

"Ranma!"

"Oh, the poor dear." Akane kissed Ranma's forehead. "She's just
tired out."

"From what?"

"Lots of sex."

Genma's eyes bulged, and Ranma quivered briefly, then stilled, a
light snore coming from her mouth. Genma tipped over, while Soun
laughed.

"You two getting along, then? Ho ho hooo!!"

"Yes, Daddy, very well."

"Shall I call the preacher, then?"

"Daddy! Give us a little time, okay?!" In a bit of a huff, Akane
put Ranma down, seated herself, and then pulled Ranma into her
lap.

Soun gave her the hairy eyeball. "Not _too_ long, daughter. A lot
of honor rides on this marriage, and there are at least three
people who have been waiting for this for a long time."

Akane bit her lip. "After the school year, then."

Soun considered that, looked at onna-Ranma, considered a little
more, then said, "That's a little longer than I wanted, but it's
not unreasonable. There _will_ be a big wedding, though. This will
just give us more time to plan it."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"No problem." Soun looked at Genma, still struggling upright, but
falling back down every time he looked at his manly son. "Genma...
Oh, never mind." *I'll call Nodoka myself. Genma would put it off
indefinitely. He should treasure his wife.* Tears began leaking
out of his eyes. "You never know when they'll be GONE!!"

Startled, even Ranma awoke to see Soun dissolve into bawling for
no apparent reason. Looking harried, and wearing only a tied-off
robe, Kasumi bustled in with the first dishes. She thumped them
onto the table, further startling everyone, before rushing back.

Ranma looked up at Akane. "What's with her?"

"I don't know. Very odd."

Nabiki sauntered in, smirking at the lovebirds. "Well, well, well.
If it isn't AC and DC..."

"Oneechan!" Akane complained.

"I don't get it," Ranma said.

"Uh..." Akane looked up at the ceiling briefly. "I'll explain it
later."

This time, Nabiki jumped when Kasumi bustled out of the kitchen
with the last of the meal. She kept a watchful eye on her elder
sister, but as she seemed concerned only with seeing everyone fed,
Nabiki relaxed... or at least until Kasumi put two dumplings on
her plate that no one else had.

"Um, what are these?" Nabiki queried.

"Just a little something special," Kasumi said, smiling a megawatt
smile, and then winking exaggeratedly.

Nabiki's voice shook ever so slightly. "Th-Thanks, On-n-neechan.
B-But what's the oc-c-casion?"

"Did I need one? Now eat your dumplings."

"..." Nabiki concentrated on her meal, while Kasumi smirked at
her.

*That's right, Nabiki-chan,* Kasumi thought. *Eat them all up!*
She giggled to herself, then waved away the questions from around
the table. "Nothing, nothing. Something just struck me as amusing.
Eat up, everyone!"

They did, although Genma watched with growing horror as his manly
son allowed Akane to treat him like a pampered little girl. The
fact that Ranma was a girl escaped his thinking for the time
being.

                        -----=====-----

Akane and Ranma snuggled throughout a martial arts movie,
comparing notes and observations about the onscreen competence of
the actors. As the end credits rolled by, Ranma leaned away from
Akane and peered up into her face.

"Who's trainin' ya these days?"

"Oh... No one, really. Daddy hasn't done much for a while now."
Akane looked a little upset over that issue.

"Huh. You weren't too shabby in the dojo when I first got here. A
little slow and uncoordinated, but some serious trainin' will fix
that up."

It was true, but there was something else in Ranma's tone.
"What... What are you saying, Ranma?"

Ranma grinned. "Tomorrow, I think I'll start trainin' ya. No
fiancee 'a mine's gonna be a pushover."

Akane blinked at him, then tears begin running down her cheeks.

"ACK! If ya don't wanna--"

"NO! I mean, I want to... But... are you sure you want to train...
Akane no Sukebe?"

"WHAT?!"

"That's... my nickname at school."

"WHY I OUGHTA... If they... School? Oh, yeah... I been ta school a
couple a times." Ranma shook her head. "Well, I don't go ta
school, so I don't care what they think. We start trainin'
tomorrow!"

"Oh, Ranma!" Akane crushed her in a hug, then stopped. "Um, you
don't go to school?"

"Nope!" Ranma said proudly. "Ain't got no use for it runnin' a
dojo."

"Um, I'm not sure that's, er, accurate."

"Huh?"

"You should at least have your high school diploma, Ranma."

"Hmmm... I dunno... Pops always said I didn't really need school."

"Did _he_ finish school?"

"Um, I dunno." Ranma stood on her knees and leaned over the back
of the couch. "Yo, Pops!"

The panda on one side of the shogi board looked up.

"Did ya ever finish high school?"

The panda held up a sign. "Of course! What do you think I am?"
~~Flip.~~ "Stupid?"

With a sour face, Ranma said, "Don't push the issue, Pops." She
flopped back down next to Akane. "Well, so much for preachin' what
he's practiced. School, huh? I dunno..."

"You should finish high school, Ranma. I think you might regret it
if you don't."

"Yeah... Oh, damn! Well, that's out."

"What?"

"This curse, Akane! Cold water hunts me down! I bet I wouldn't
even make it ta class the first day without gettin' wet! Oh, well.
So much for that idea." Ranma didn't sound terribly disappointed.

Akane tapped her finger against her lips. "Cold water finds you,
hmmm? Well, there IS a solution to that problem..."

Ranma flinched after looking into Akane's calculating eyes. "Uh...
Do I wanna know?"

Akane just smiled broadly, not comforting Ranma one iota.

                        -----=====-----

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Ranma blinked at the door to the room she shared with her father.
"Um... to bed?"

"Right. But not in there!"

Scratching the top of her head, Ranma said, "Um, ah, er... Where?"

Akane sighed dramatically, took Ranma by the arm, and dragged her
into a bedroom with a wooden-duck nameplate. The "Akane" banged
against the door as it slammed shut.

"Ranma no baka..." filtered through the wood in an affectionate
tone.

                        -----=====-----

Clutching handfuls of her blanket, Nabiki lay rigid in her bead,
sweating heavily, drops of salty water rolling down the sides of
her face.

A soft knock preceded the opening of the door, and Kasumi wafted
in, shutting the door behind her.

"Are you all right, Nabiki?"

"I'm... not feeling so hot... or rather... too hot... um..."

Kasumi tsked, and sat down on the bed, leaned over, and kissed
Nabiki on the lips. She withdrew, smiling naughtily. "You'll feel
better after a little exercise."

Nabiki's eyes widened. "You... You fed me something!"

"Mmm-hmmm. Mother knew more than just how to cook; you should
really read her cookbooks sometime. It's very educational. At any
rate, Akane's going to be busy from now on, and I'm not of a mind
to do without, so..."

"But there's Tofu-sensei!"

"I know, but... a desire for variety runs in the family, I'm
beginning to think, and this _keeps_ it in the family."

Nabiki just stared up at her, trembling. Kasumi sighed and said,
"I'm sorry, Nabiki; I don't know what I was thinking. I can fix
you a remedy. I won't do this to you. Akane's a bad influence on
me, perhaps."

She made to rise, but Nabiki caught her arm with a shaking hand.
"No... S-Stay."

"Are... Are you sure? It's not just the herbs talking?"

"I... I th-think so. B-But... I d-don't want t-to b-be alone."

Smiling, Kasumi pulled the metal cord underneath the shade on
Nabiki's bedside lamp, draping the room in darkness. The
conversation now consisted of soft breathing and the sounds of
kissing. Covers and clothing rustled, and Nabiki cried out in soft
passion.

                        -----=====-----

Soun lay on his futon, looking up at the dark ceiling.

"A girl curse, of all things. Heh, that Saotome's so clever,
covering all the bases."

                        -----=====-----

Genma-panda sneezed, and then groaned. Without his pre-bed razzing
of the boy, Genma felt... lonely. There wasn't anyone to gripe
about his snoring. He sighed.

He could still hear who he assumed to be Ranma and Akane calling
to each other in the midst of the kami knew what. He abruptly sat
up in bed.

*Nodoka! Oh, no! ... Well, there's nothing for it.*

Rising to his feet, Genma padded over to the light switch and
flipped it up. He dragged his pack out of the closet and rummaged
around, eventually pulling a metal liquor flask into the light. He
shook it, listening to the liquid slosh around.

He'd intended holding this over Ranma's head if the boy gave any
trouble over the engagement. Now, it looked as if he'd need it for
a very different reason. A mental image of girl Ranma being
cradled by Akane flashed through his mind, and the panda shivered.

*And only enough for one. Still, katana-- ERRR, honor comes
first.*


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                     End Chapter the First

Massive thanks to Andrew Norris for help along the way and to T.H.
Tiger for prereading and supplying excellent suggestions.


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