RanSquares16 Realities Squared By Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi and my fellow fanfic writers with characters and concepts created by Gregg Sharp and DB Sommers) HENTAI ALERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! CONTAINS SCENES INVOLVING LEWD ACTS WITH ARTIFICIAL ENHANCEMENTS AND STATES OF MALE AND FEMALE NUDITY IN THE PLAYERS THAT MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO CARDIOLOGY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Continuum #17046289 Roll Call: Ranma Saotome --38, dark-haired brooding figure whose tragic life was marked by his doomed marriage to Akane. A Time Agent, Troubleshooting consultant, linked with the spirit of the god Shiva, the Destroyer. Ryoga Hibiki --38, dark haired partner to Ranma whose marriage go Akari was both happy and fruitful. Time Agent/Troubleshooter linked to the god Vishnu, the Preserver. Nabiki Tendo --38, brown haired Lore Master and Time Agent/Dispatcher, Ranma and Ryoga's immediate supervisor and current Iinazuke to Ranma. Toltir --Cat-Man, Elder God of Mischief, Age: Indeterminate but Ancient. Tinkerbell Tendo --17, brown haired daughter of Perfume and Kasumi From Continuum #68743219 THE WHEEL OF ECCHI Central Circle Ranko Saotome --16, redheaded daughter of Ranma and Akane From Continuum #29715382 Jusenkyo cursed: Nanniichuan. Dimensional Nexus Owner of the Pendant Akira Tendo --20, black haired son of Shampoo-kun and Kasumi From Continuum #48972185 Inner Ring Watazashi Saotome --16, black haired daughter of Ranma and Kodachi From Continuum #29457180 Dimensional Nexus Rinse Saotome --17, purple haired daughter of Ranma and Shampoo From Continuum #472193567 Dimensional Nexus Silver Saotome --17, silver-haired daughter of Shampoo and Ranma, From Continuum #48972185 Jusenkyo cursed: Nanniichuan. Dimensional Nexus Tsuyori Saotome --18, brown haired daughter of Ukyo Kuonji and Ranma Native to Continuum #57821964 Part Kitsune-Fox Dimensional Nexus Outer Circle Lylac Tendo --17, purple haired daughter of Nabiki and Shampoo From Continuum #59343921 Dimensional Nexus Cheetah Saotome --17, brown-furred daughter of Kasumi and Ranma From Continuum #729058146 Humanoid Cheetah Dimensional Nexus Lamyra Saotome --17, green haired daughter of Ranma and Megumi Native to this Continuum. Dimensional Nexus Ekko Daitokuji --16, redheaded daughter of Beiko and Aiko From Continuum #59343921 Tenko Masaki --17, blue haired daughter of Tenchi and Ryoko From Continuum #59343921 Yuan-Yen Tendo --16, brown haired daughter of Mousse and Nabiki From Continuum #29457180 Tachi Kuno --17, brown haired daughter of Tatewaki and Nabiki From Continuum #472193567 Ryeka Masaki --16, blue haired fusion daughter of Ryoko and Ayeka From Continuum #472193567 Atari Moroboshi --16, green haired daughter of Ataru and Lum From Continuum #472193567 Kinko Kuonji --14, brown haired daughter of Ukyo-kun and Akane From Continuum #32145896 Jusenkyo Curse: Winged Angel. Kama Sutra Saotome --18, purple haired daughter of Miko Mido and Ranma Native to Continuum #57821964 Part Shikima Veil Morisato --16, brown haired daughter of Keiichi and Belldandy From Continuum #59343921 A long time ago, before there was even a Universe worth calling home, the Elder Gods were having what one might technically call a working session in which they talked out their intended design for that which would become the Universe as we mortals understand it. Back then things were fairly chaotic and disorganized, with Lead changing into Mercury and then back to Gold under perfectly ordinary conditions, and up and down tended to be interchangeable with no main reference for relativity to get a fresh head start. There were no laws of physics to govern the workings of reality, but the Elder Gods intended to fix this creative oversight, hence their crafting of the first Reality Mainframe Computer System (which for reasons having nothing to do with spelling they tended to refer by the code-named EDEN- 01). Of course there were some technical problems that could baffle even cosmic engineers of this caliber, and among those problems was deciding which of their number would act as supervisor and maintenance engineer to keep things running on track during periodic upgrades. So imagine, if you will---and this is strictly a Metaphorical concept, not meant to be confused with the way the Gods presented themselves or actually operated-- -a gathering of Computer Nerds, Hackers, Programmers, Debuggers and System Designers arguing with Engineers on the technical fine points of what temperature water should boil at and whether or not a platypus was a silly name for a intermediate creature's stage of evolution. You would have your usual body-types of thin, emaciated scarecrow-like figures who did not look as if they had recently seen the light of day (of course this was before they invented daylight) wrangling with overweight bearded fellows whose shirts bore coffee stains and whose fingers were nicotine-tarred to the point of looking ink- stained. You would have your nerdy, bespeckled computer worms talking Technicalese with confused looking software designers, who would periodically interrupt a lecture with questions like, "You want the thing to do WHAT???" and "All right, but if the system crashes, it's not my problem!" (Of course this is a not an accurate representation of what the Elder Gods are usually like, but in relative terms it gives you a pretty good notion of how they behave when they're not being observed by any mortals. They tend to clean their act up a bit when they've got an audience, but mostly they're just like regular folks, a bunch of hard-working slackers who work things out by mainly trial and a whole lot of errors, which explains a lot when you really think long and hard about the workings of the Cosmos) A problem arose when their earlier projected models for a single Uni-dimensional Cosmos proved totally unviable (as projected by the L-5er---or ELVER--Universal experiment) The Gods being somewhat new to their position, they came to see the need for structuring the greater whole of reality into a series of Multidimensional overlapping parallel continuums that would overlap and at times cancel one another out in the course of their gradual evolution. This new Cosmos would contain all of the possible realities as either Manifest or Unmanifested concepts that could be realized under conditions that were to be determined by the random free will of the beings who would come to populate these dimensions, and sometimes it would be necessary to stabilize the overall pattern by allowing some "fine-tuning" adjustments to maintain the stability of the overall pattern. These adjustments would take the form of "wishes" that would be granted to individual mortals at certain set times and places, during which the elder gods would take advantage of a wish to make various other changes to a timeline while the pattern was in momentary flux and reality would temporarily shift back to its original state of mutability while the wish was being manifested. The only question, of course, was which of the Elder Gods to tap for the all- important task of administering these wishes? This presented a problem as most of the likely candidates with the necessary skills and talents were not entirely suitable for so delicate a task as ensuring that reality was stabilized by the casting of these wishes. Hevrig the Binder declared that he was entirely too busy to concern himself with a mere supervisory oversight position, even with the AI multitasking functions that had been inherited from the AIVAS unit that was his personal creation. Etragar the Healer was likewise too preoccupied with the survivors of the previous reality experiment that had gone somewhat awry, while Genmak the Void and Surtag the Destroyer each volunteered for the position, seen great opportunity to sow mischief and disorder through the use of these wishes. Borune Worldsmith was rather occupied with the assemblage of the various inhabited worlds that were to come into reality and begged off being considered, but argued against the using of these wishes to further one's personal agenda (This resulted in the Chaos flaw seeping into his own project due to his momentary inattention in filtering out such viruses to the system, but even Elder Gods have been known to screw up royal on occasions). And, of course, Murphy kept pointing out the flaws in the whole divine plan, but of course everyone usually ignored him. Relat the Piper felt that he had better things to do than officiate with mortals (such things just were not done in those days, you know) while Varros the Hoarder didn't see why HE had to bother himself with such a trivial assignment. Warnas the Sword thought the idea was intriguing, but the God of Empire and Intrigue was opposed to the potential for chaos that was inherent in such a random thing as wishing for the unattainable. Parune the Sylph volunteered her opinion that it was a good thing to make allowances for Free Will (the Elder Gods didn't really have genders back then, but it's convenient to think of them that way) but noted with caution the dangers of administering too much free will to their charges, and she had to beg off as she did not think herself qualified for such an awesome task (which makes her somewhat unique in this assembly as Elder Gods are not usually known for their modest self-appraisal. Into this midst of lounging about divine Hosts there came the wandering Elder God of randomness and disorder, who was attracted to the sounds of loud, protracted shouting about the probable ancestry of one particular old codger who was a good deal older than the young upstart questioning his authority on a particular subject. Toltir paused in one of his many forms (he had so many even he had long ago lost count) to hear the subject raised about the suitable requirements for the being (or beings) who would be entrusted with the oversight position. It sounded like a lovely debate, and he detected at once the general source of most of the disagreement...namely that none of his peers trusted any one of their fellow Elders with getting the job right, and with quite valid reasons for disqualifying those players who did sound a note of interest. So, sensing the potential for sowing mischief into the new Reality program, Toltir volunteered his services, much to the amusement of his peers, who found the whole idea of the God of Mischief and Disorder undertaking such a position enormously hilarious. Toltir was the one in their midst who was so random that he could not even settle on a single stable form (they tended to ignore him a lot more in those days, even though days themselves had yet to be invented). It was while they were laughing that Toltir smiled and quietly assimilated himself into the program, assuming the duties, office and title of Wish Bringer and Reality Overseer thus ever afterwards only appearing to Mortal eyes on such occasions as would be appropriate to one his position. It was some billions of years (and many upgrades) later that Toltir chose one such event to directly involve himself, mainly because some foolish mortal had gone and thrown the whole system out of whack, necessitating the extraordinary and unorthodox methods that were currently being employed to restart the system and shore up the effects of a major-level Virus. It contented him to sit back and let others do the work while looking on and smirking at the proceedings, expecting to have a very nice show in the next few minutes that would more than justify the trip. He was glad he had set his VCR (Reality Viewing Control device) on record so that he could savor the moment over and over, because if the operation was successful (and with him overseeing things how could it be otherwise?) in another few of those the temporal coordinates in which he was presently residing would be voiced out and replaced with a fully functioning and much more stable reality, one that wasn't in danger of eminent collapse within the next full cycle. Of course half the fun for him was in watching the principles involved in the operation go through various states of preparation, most particularly the Avatars, Ranma and Nabiki upon whom everything else hinged, and naturally enough Saotome was providing by far the most entertainment. "You nervous?" asked Ryoga as he finished helping Ranma strap himself into his mobile harness, which was connected to the base of the carousel-like device. "Me?" Ranma naturally scoffed, "Are you kidding me, Ryoga? I'm Saotome Ranma! I laugh at danger, I sneer at death, I shrug at misfortune, I can now even add the title Dragon Slayer to my credit..." "You're terrified," Ryoga smirked. "Petrified," Ranma murmured faintly as he looked down at his exposed private areas then turned his head and contemplated a naked Nabiki, already laid out and waiting on a ready-made altar that Toltir had summoned up from out of no where. "Well," Ryoga sagely counseled, "If it's any help, try keeping in mind that this is the same Nabiki who used to tease and torment you when we were still children, often making your life a living hell for fun and profit." "Yeah," Ranma said gruffly, "I really miss those days..." Beast Ranma made an equally gruff noise at that, "Not me...I'm lucky I even survived my High School years...of course that had a lot to do with this being over a Hellmount, which attracts entirely the wrong crowd of monsters and beasties that I've had to fight on a regular basis. Give me nice, ordinary every day martial arts masters out to challenge my school to see whose Ryu is the best, or even jealous boyfriends...I'd take that any day to one of the low- rent horrors and monstrosities that used to prey upon my classmates." "I think it's sweet that he feels this worked up about having sex with his iinazuke," Megumi smiled, "It's so...old fashioned and quaintly human." "Right," Toltir nodded in agreement, "The fact that all of reality might collapse if this doesn't come off right has nothing to do with your level of performance, so there's no real pressure on you two crazy kids to do your first tango together by the book." "Yeah," Ranma said in a voice that betrayed his increasing nervousness, "No pressure...terrific..." "So it's your first time with her," Beast Ranma smirked and gave his counterpart a playful swat between the shoulderblades, "Perk up, I'm sure you'll survive the experience, even if she bites like the Nabiki I used to know. You could always do worse for a one-nighter..." "Oh?" Megumi asked with suspicion, "And how would you know about that?" "Ah..." Beast Ranma pretended to sound worried, "Let's just say I refuse to answer that on the ground it would get me exterminated..." "Uncle Ranma...uh, sir?" Tinkerbell asked hesitantly from where she hovered overhead, "If this does work according to their plans then everything will be all right, won't it? The others won't be hurt if they go through with this, will they?" "No problem, kid," Ranma replied, "Everything'll be okay, I won't let anything bad happen to anybody. Besides, this is heroic stuff, we do this kinda thing for a living..." "Really?" Megumi asked skeptically. "You're so full of it, Bro," Beast Ranma smirked, "But for what it's worth, I wish you well, and not just 'cause our kid's welfare's as much at stake as anybody else decorating that giant pinwheel." "Just remember," Ryoga smirked as he leaned forward, "No pressure, now get out there and screw Nabiki." "I'm going, I'm going, no need to shove!" Ranma said defensively before turning and taking a deep breath as he murmured to himself, "Right...no pressure...just go out there and do it..." But as he approached the waiting Nabiki his bravado nearly failed him completely, for here was a woman whom he had known for over twenty years, who had baited and teased him from the day they had first met and gave every impression of being a cold and selfish fish, but who had shown him many other faces over the years and proved in time to be a valuable ally and a friend...and so much more besides, in spite of the onus hanging over both of their heads of being engaged by the will of their two fathers. As if the baggage between them had not already been so great, and Ranma's refusal to go along with the charade of a second engagement to his sister-in-law had in part been fueled by his sense of unworth following the tragedy of his first marriage. It took years before Nabiki had managed to convince him of her sincere interest in starting over anew and becoming friends, after a fashion. It took even longer than that before he started to take note of the many special things about her that he had always been aware of beneath the surface of his awareness. And now he looked upon her naked body and knew for a fact that he loved her, and not just because she was beautiful in his eyes, even moreso now than when they met during their teen years. It was not the same kind of love as he had once enjoyed all-too-briefly with Akane, nor even the unconscious fond admiration that he had felt towards Shampoo, and the even deeper affection that he had held for Ukyo, who had freely given her all and been supportive of him through the darkest year of her life. Nabiki represented different things than the other women of his life, different aspects of femininity no less valued by him, and more than worthy of his deep respect and admiration. Looking at her body also made him appreciate something that he had almost taken for granted during his teenaged years when his own female half had given him a faintly jaded perception of female sexuality and distorted his appreciation of what it meant to be born female. Nabiki had long represented an enigma to him, being a cute girl who knew she was cute (unlike Akane, who seemed perpetually to doubt her own sexuality in spite of having a legion of admirers, and whose insecurity had in large part caused her to act so violent) and who knew how to use her charms in order to curry favors. It used to puzzle Ranma to no end that someone with as much basic smarts as her could not have wrangled herself a boyfriend, even given her fierce reputation as a money-shark, just as it later had confused him when she had made it abundantly clear that she was interested in him as more than just a person. She had known that she had wanted him a long time before he had been aware of it, while he had been quietly admiring her from afar and wishing she were not such a cold fish as he might have been willing to explore a relationship with her instead of her mercurial younger sister. Looking at her now, he had no difficulty coming to the conclusion that his father and her father had most definitely chosen the wrong Tendo sister to be engaged to him. Kawaii as Akane might sometimes be, she lacked the sophisticated charm of Nabiki, who almost never needed to resort to violence to achieve her desires and always seemed to be first to discover a low-cost way of solving any problem. The eyes, he fiercely chided himself, look her in the eyes and try to remember that this is Nabiki...but for all his mental admonishment he could not help by give her body a thorough study, drawn by the view of her long, supple legs to her girlishly perfect figure and nicely-sized breasts that he had long ached to caress and explore. She had a smooth and delicate appeal to her that belied the fact that she was in excellent physical condition and by no means the same Nabiki who used to disdain physical activity, other than stretching and limbering exercises. This was a Nabiki who could kick ass far better than Akane at the height of her abilities, who had studied the Lore of the Amazons and was now quite capable of looking after herself (not that this knowledge kept Ranma from wanting to protect her as he still vastly outclassed her as a fighter). She was not to be taken lightly, definitely not to be underestimated and most certainly his equal in all things but the martial arts. He felt himself yielding to the growing desire to always be with her, and as he thought of this he began to experience one MOTHER of a hard-on! Nabiki, for her part, was hardly a passive observer of Ranma's mental inventory of her choicest bits on display for him to sample. In all truth, she was doing a good deal of "checking out" herself as most of Ranma was exposed to her full view, even the enormously swelling dick that he was waving in her direction, a flag-pole that was rapidly coming to full attention! In spite of her bravado and nonchalant behavior around Ranma, the sight of him approaching her with such a lethal weapon was truly intimidating, and if not for the ropes binding her down to the makeshift altar she might have chickened out at the last second. Her Iinazuke was every inch a man in her eyes, and his manhood thus more than manly! Perhaps Ranma saw her slight betrayal of nervousness, because he paused near to where she lay and said, "You sure about this, Nabiki? Because if you're really rather not go through with it..." "Chickening out, Ranma-kun?" Nabiki responded with a hint of challenge, "I knew you'd find some reason not to do it. Admit it, I'm too much woman for you...always have been." "Huh?" Ranma replied, then he saw the familiar gleam of mischief in her eyes and knew instinctively what she was doing, which brought a smile to his lips as he replied, "Is that a challenge I hear, Nabiki? You know what happens anytime I get a challenge." Nabiki flexed her limbs and made a pretense of struggling against her restraints, then smiled and said, "So this is what it takes to get you to pay attention to a girl. Never thought you were into this scene...if I had, I would have tried this long ago." "I don't need to tie you up to have my way with you, Nabiki," Ranma assured her, "I'd like a little more challenge being with a girl..." "You never back down from anything, Saotome," Nabiki said confidently, "And this is sure no place to start." "Good point," Ranma replied as he started to lean over her, momentarily overcome by her beauty as he reached out to brace himself over the altar, "It's just...I always figured that our first time...you know..." "I know," Nabiki replied in a voice that was considerably softened, "But when have we ever done things like regular people?" "Well, when you put it that way..." he shrugged, positioning himself over her with hands placed to either side of her head as he held himself erect (in more than one sense of the word) over her prone body, locking eyes with her as she gazed up at him with infinite longing. "Time to begin," said Veil from her position on the wheel, and then she shifted the controls from her station and set the device on full automation. Once more there was the movement of hydraulic arms, and then sixteen projective members rose up to cover the space between a matching set of vulnerable thighs, and sixteen simultaneous gasps as smooth, rods slid up to rub against the softness they encountered, not immediately penetrating but rather vibrating slightly to stimulate the necessary lubrication. "Oh Kami...here we go again!" gasped Rinse. "Ooh!" Ryeka blinked her eyes, "It feels kinda cold..." "They should warm up soon enough," Tenko replied, "But yes...it is a very odd sensation..." "You're telling me?" Silver grunted as she felt her loins slowly yield to the inexorable rise of the artificial members. "Oh...oh my!" Lylac's eyes got very wide as she felt the slow penetration of her own member working its way up into her quivering vulva. "Go with the flow, Lylac-chan," Ekko urged, smiling as she yielded to her own penetration, "I designed this to be a pleasant ride, not painful." "You can say that again!" Kinko exclaimed, her face taking on a number of interesting expressions, "Oh wow! This is really something!" "It sure is," Kama Sutra agreed, "My compliments on an excellent design." "We have gotta get one of these for the House!" her sister, Tsuyori, called out with genuine enthusiasm. Ranko, who had been craning her neck to try and watch what was happening down below with her aunt and (sort-of) father came back to an awareness of her own peculiar position at the sound of her friends slowly grunting and moaning in punctuated unison as the devices penetrating their loins began to slowly move up and down, gently humping them in slow, even waves that gradually grew in pace and tempo. She turned to see the nervous Akira, who had also been witnessing all of this with a dubious expression, and then licked her lips and in a nervous voice said, "Guess we'd better get with it, too. Look...Akira-san...I know this isn't exactly what either of us wants, but..." "I know," Akira said gruffly, but then turned a gentle smile towards her and said, "We gotta do our part for the sake of all living things. I just hope you won't feel slighted...I've never...taken advantage of someone who was tied down before..." "Oh, that's okay," Ranko lied to cover her own nervousness, "I'm not into this scene either...but, uh...well...I've also never...y'know...with guys, that is..." "Oh..." Akira blinked, "Oh?" "AKIRA!" Silver barked out from her position near at hand, "Would you just (GASP) get to it and (AHHH) screw her already! I don't wanna (GROAN) hang around like this (OOOH) all day!" "Ah..." Akira turned to regard his unacknowledged half-sister and suddenly his manhood stiffened to erect life, much impressing Ranko, who stared at it with an amazed expression. "Oho!" Watazashi mused between her own gasps and gruntings, "It seems (Oh MY) that our dear (OOOH) Akira-san (OH YESSS) has an eye (AIIEEE) on more than just sweet Ranko-chan..." "You think?" Yuan-Yen called from somewhere just below her. Ranko tilted her head back and saw Watazashi's quivering form vibrating to the piston-like motion of her own humping only a few meters away, and the sight alone proved enormously exciting. Without meaning to she felt her body react to this sight with a warming flush of arousal. Meanwhile someone else was watching Watazashi get humped, hovering near without approaching nearly like a moth drawn to a candle, and squirming her own naked body as she ached with a need to get even closer. Tinkerbell felt a wretched, miserable sense from not being able to share this experience with the others, but mostly with the dark haired gymnast, and she hugged herself in helpless anxiety as she watched the machine proceed with its business with relentless energy with all the girls now experiencing a wholly unexpected wave of mutual pleasures. "This isn't very...dignified for a Princess..." Atari managed to gasp. "Who cares?" Cheetah asked with a huge grin, "Ain't it a rush?" "It certainly (OMIGAWD) is that!" Tachi groaned with profuse enthusiasm. "You okay (EEEYAAH) down there, Tachi?" Rinse called out in evident concern. "Y-Yes..." Tachi managed to say, unable to keep her mind from filling with the mental image of Rinse experiencing the exact same sensations as she was, and then the image shifted to thoughts of her cousin replacing the nipple devices helping to stimulate her sensually, twining their bodies together while she rode the gentle waves of pleasure through some double-ended appendage, and this thought alone brought her to new and heightened states of arousal. "Oh-Oh my!" Veil was gasping aloud, "I didn't...expect...it would be...quite like this...!" "Neither did I!" Lamyra gasped, "And I LOVE IT!" "Well, I'm certainly relieved to hear that," Megumi commented from just off to one side, hovering near to her helpless daughter, "I was half afraid you'd hold this one against me. Is it fun?" "Oh YEAH!" Lamyra grinned as she saw her levitating mother, "You gotta try this, Momma, it's a gas!" "Some other time," remarked her father, who also hovered near to Megumi, turning back to look at his counterpart before saying, "I just hope my double's up to doing his part. The way he's hesitating right now...it kinda makes me worry." "Remember what you were like before we were married?" Megumi gently reminded him with a fond expression. "Oh yeah," Beast Ranma averred, "Why do you think I'm so worried?" Ranma continued to hover over Nabiki for a time as he savored the look in her eyes, the open invitation of her smile, the slight nervousness that matched his own hesitancy about finally consummating the moment between them, until at last he felt his confidence swell within him as he silently accepted the fact that the moment they both had longed for was finally upon them. With that realization he eased himself down and aimed with his loins---already hardened to the consistency of stone---for the gate of her loins beckoning to receive him. He mounted her with one smooth motion, causing a slight gasp of surprise from Nabiki, who had not expected him to enter her so quickly, yet found the experience of being so impaled far from unpleasant. She looked up at him with obvious wonder and saw the twinkle in his eyes as he smiled, and then he lowered himself fully atop her and covered her body with his own, bringing his face down to meet her expectant mouth in a kiss that was far sweeter than the mounting. "I win the bet," Ranma cooed as he began to move his hips to grind his loins inside her, causing her to respond in kind as the sensation of his full cock swelling within her was matched by its unerring ability to find and mash against her sensitive nerve endings. "So do I," she murmured back, wanting to hug and caress him but having to settle for allowing him to do all the work...at least for the moment... Akira had elected not to jump in for the quick pin but rather opted to begin with oral sex, using tongue and hands to stimulate Ranko's already aroused body with as much skill and daring as he had earlier displayed with Tsuyori. Ranko made the appropriate gasping and groaning noises of approval and urged him on with as much compliance as she could manage from her prone position. All around them girls were swaying with the beat of simultaneous piston motions while their bodies swayed and their breasts bobbed in unison with gasps and groans sounding much the same, as though they were a chorus singing one note in tune to the beat of the carousel's motions. "Owgawd!" Rinse managed to get out, momentarily breaking stride with the others, "I'm cumming!" "I'm with you there!" Silver threw back her head and struggled with her harness, her body aroused from more than her own methodical cock-ride as she kept casting furtive looks towards Akira and Ranko, silently promising herself that the redhead would get a taste of her own cock when this ride was over! "Oh...Megumi-sama!" Watazashi threw back her head as her body clenched and abruptly shuddered." "Wow!" Tsuyori gasped just a few seconds after experiencing her own delightful climax, "Simultaneous orgasms? This machine really is a wonder!" "This is nothing," Ekko called out, her handsome body as flushed with sweat as any of the others, "Advance to level two, Veil-san." "R-Right," Veil replied, operating her controls without missing a beat in spite of her own divinely gifted climax. "Waitasecond..." Lylac grunted, "Level TWO???" The piston-motion of the dildo-rods slowed down and came to a gradual halt, still vibrating as they remained buried deep inside of the women while the machine did some internal reconfiguration, and then each one of the girls began to feel a stiff pressure arise at their back gates. "Y'gotta be kidding me!" Ryeka exclaimed, "Sis?" "All part of the fun," grunted Tenko with a smile as she felt the smooth head of the rod sliding up into her rectum, "Hang on, this is where things really start to get intense!" The machine began its humping motions again, only now it was from two angles as each of the girls experienced a double-penetration that only intensified the pleasure of the first, causing numerous sounds of approval that cancelled out the odd word of protest here and there, and sure enough the machine began ratcheting up the fun substantially as the rhythm increased and the pulse of mutual humping grew more energetic. Tinkerbell's eyes got very round as she watched this happen, feeling both relieved and humbled that she had escaped the fate of having to ride such a diabolical device with all of the others. She still felt guilty about not being able to share this with Watazashi, but she knew her own pain-threshold would have cancelled out the sensations of enjoyment being experienced by these others. Instead she watched helplessly while absently fingering her own body and focusing on the girl who so closely resembled her best friend from her home dimension, all the while wondering what her Watazashi was doing at the moment, and if she missed her Tink half as much as she was missed by a certain honey- blond Pixie? "Well," remarked Toltir from where he stood to one side enjoying the show in undisguised earnestness, "Looks like things are going well...even Saotome seems to be getting into the spirit of the thing." "Oh my," remarked Ryoga, who watched his best friend now furiously pound away at their naked dispatcher. Nabiki had to concede that Ranma had definitely gotten in with the program and was showing as much enthusiasm as even she could have wished for under the circumstances. Ranma was hammering at her loins like a machine while alternately pausing to rube his face in her breasts or suckle at one nipple as she seemed to relish her state of utter and complete submission. His masculinity was definitely not in contention as he strode to dominate her utterly and completely, Nabiki having no trouble this time surrendering to his desire to utterly possess her. It had been too long in coming (no pun intended) and she was not about to let him go now that he was finally inside her! She wanted to make this moment last for an eternity, and no matter what the consequences, she would always be thankful for the chance to finally claim him for her lover! Akira felt confident that he had finally worked Ranko up into a state where she would be ready to receive him...and having come this far with the perky little redhead, he was certainly not about to turn away from her at this stage of their relationship. It was odd in that he barely knew her at all, but felt strongly connected, as if there were some part of her that he knew and responded to on a subconscious level. It took a moment for him to discover what it was, and then he beamed with realization and said, "You know...you're just like her in a lot of ways..." "Who?" Ranko wondered, only to gasp as Akira eased his way into her velvet harbor, his manhood pressing slowly into her pearly gate and working its way around until he was in deep and probing for her moistness, like an Oil Man working a rig and drilling for a deep gusher. As he found his way in, that was when a connection was forged and electrical flashes began appearing all over. "What?" Tinkerbell floated back to a safe distance as she saw the random discharges begin rising up all over the carousel. "Whoah!" exclaimed Ryoga, sensing the swirl of energies pooling all around the device, "What's it doing?" "It's building up power and collecting it overhead," Toltir explained, "The girls are generating massive quantities of Bio-electrical energy, and the harder they get humped the stronger and more intense is the flow of current circulating all about them." "It's definitely getting intense up there," Beast Ranma shielded his eyes, seeing a swirl of clouds kick up lightning and thunder, as though a cyclone were forming in the air far above them. "Is that so surprising?" Megumi asked, not the least bit alarmed as she watched their daughter and the others going at it, "Sex is the most primordial of all the energies of creation, the force of creation and destruction personified in the living Yin and Yang of mutual consummation. My people have known the power of sex since time immemorial...a force so great that the Gods are in awe of it..." "So are Demons," Beast Ranma noted, "But they've got rotten bedside manners, so they don't count. Besides, they have a nasty tendency of killing their partners before they can achieve their true levels of heightened awareness." "That's Demons for you," Toltir shrugged, "All the time in the world to practice their craft but no patience whatsoever..." For each of the girls involved in the elaborate power-build up the experience was far from academic as they were only aware of the slow and methodical double- penetration they were receiving, a reality that held prominence in their self- awareness of the moment as even the most powerful and astute of those involved was discovering new levels to their physically incarnate being that was transcending old definitions and shaking some of them to their very core while the electrical tension at play across their skin served to heighten their awareness that the machine was steadily driving them individually beyond the boundaries of the pre-supposed limits. "Ohgawd!" Lylac exclaimed, unable to voice a more coherent expression that could summarize the sensations that she was internally undergoing. "Hang on...Lylac-chan!" Ekko urged at her side, more coherent in her response those her own face was taking on several odd expressions that redefined her own concept of physical arousal, "Oh my! I seem...to have underestimated...the corresponding...stimulus-response system..." "Would you just shut up and go with it for once?" Ryeka snapped, not wanting to be distracted from her own intensive humping. Veil's facial expression conveyed the extent of her own intense arousal but she sought to hang on while maintaining control over the localized console that she had installed near to her own harness. She was absently adjusting the vibratory levels of the device while monitoring the performance levels of the various components and feeding in new data to help regulate the energy flow even as she felt the power pool and gather above them as all concerned parties gave their all for the sake of the greater good. Meanwhile Akira was giving his full and undivided attention towards Ranko, who had somehow magically been transformed in his eyes from a stunning redhead to an equally stunning silver-haired beauty, the resemblance in expressions being so great that it was easy to mistake one for the other. Ranko was experiencing her first time doing it with a guy, and being done to as a woman, which felt amazingly nice, though different from her prior experiences with Yuan-Yen and Watazashi. It gave new insight into her other experiences in the Miroku house, both as a girl and as a guy, and helped her to understand what it was like to be on both ends of a male organ, which opened up all sorts of interesting possibilities for the future...assuming she had one! His hands cupping her breasts brought her back to full awareness that this handsome man was someone whom she had only quite recently met and would probably never see again when this was all over, a realization that made her oddly sad, though she accepted it as a fact since he was clearly destined for another. It was easy to see why her paradimensional half-sister would be so fixated on this guy, even knowing intuitively that he was her half-brother...which also made him Ranko's cousin, after a fashion, not that such issues of pedigree seemed to matter all that much under the circumstances. (He really is a nice guy), she thought to herself with no small degree of wonder, feeling the sensitivity of his hands shape and mold her breasts without the fumbling awkwardness that some boys demonstrated with women (or so Ranko had heard from accounts, never having previously experienced such things on a personal level). The feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of her loins was an especially delightful sensation, though she would probably have enjoyed it more had she been free to move about and use her arms and legs as they were intended. She was unable to do anything but to yield to him in her position, but she very much enjoyed the way he took his time and didn't rush with her, having used oral sex to insure that she was primed and ready before mounting her (as had his "father" had done with Aunt Nabiki). It was a passive acceptance of the reality of her position, but for once she did not mind being at a disadvantage. Though usually a much more aggressively assertive person, for the sake of Akira she would yield the top slot, confident that he seemed to know what he was doing, and marveling at the way his motions in and out of her were causing her body to flush hot and cold like alternating current. Down below and to one side, Ranma was giving full vent to his lust as he gave Nabiki the royal treatment that he had long desired to do but suppressed for various reasons, not the least of which was his usual shyness around women. Nabiki was giving back as best she could from her prone state, arching her body in rhythm to his thrusts while her mind perceived the swelling of raw energy force-lines converging gradually on their position. When Ranma paused in his thrusts to take the time to give her an oral lavishing with tongue and lips, she savored the moment, but wanted desperately for him to continue his meat-pounding exercises as her loins felt so empty without him, and her body so incomplete without that sense of mutual connection. Fortunately for her, Ranma never kept her waiting for very long before renewing his jack-hammer pile-driver thrusts, causing Nabiki's whole body to arch and curl around the swelling that was within her, delighting in the divine release of receiving his manhood with grateful thanks silently expressed to the Kami. The sky crackled with thunder and the clouds had jagged edges as the forces coalesced and swirled above them, forming a huge vortex that covered miles of the sky and blotted out the stars while somehow filling the sky with so much raw energy that it began to resemble daylight. Ranma shielded his eyes as he saw the electrical discharges rising up the lengths of naked, sweaty bodies, who suddenly cried out together as they all experienced another simultaneous orgasm. "What gives?" Tink asked as she shielded her own more sensitive eyes, "It's like they're on fire or something!" "Not to worry," said Megumi, who only mildly flinched when the first bolt of lightning struck the carousel, causing no damage but illuminating the pit with a thousand megawatts of pure brightness, "They can handle the stress! Women have an almost unlimited capacity for enjoyment in sex...it's one reason why we're so highly sought after by demons and beast-folk alike..." "Not like us guys, who tend to burn out after only a few minutes, huh?" her husband smiled as the light momentarily died down to more pleasing levels, "Or so you like to keep reminding me." "That's why I married you," Megumi leered back, "I get both girl and guy in the same package!" "Uh..." Tinkerbell felt uncomfortable being near to those two as they all levitated at a moderate safe distance from the device and its current occupants, but suddenly she shifted her attention back to the carousel itself and frowned. Her eyes became unusually focused, and after a moment of hesitation she said, "Uh...guys? I think we have a problem..." "Eh?" both Megumi and Beast Ranma said at one and the same time, trying to shift their own vision in the direction which she was peering. Cheetah was giving those around her a good idea of just how much of a cat she was by crying out in beast-like yowls that were definitely approving of the stimulation that she was receiving. Kinko's wings batted against the restraints that had been used to hold them down, threatening to burst loose as the Angel- like girl yielded happily to her own ravishment. Princess Atari seemed hardly to notice the random electrical discharges that she was kicking out as her own body all but melded with the harness and caused spontaneous cascade-like discharges that were easily grounded out before they could cause anyone real discomfort, though Ryeka beside her felt the lash of many tingling sparks against her own sweat-slicked body. Kama Sutra was only slightly more enthusiastic in the enjoyment of her ride than her half-sister, Tsuyori, while Lamyra's eyes were glowing bright red and she was displaying a set of fangs that very much impressed the grounded Ryoga. "Oboy," Ryoga flinched as yet another electrical discharge briefly lit up the night sky before fading to a rainbow hue of multi-dimensional colors, "I sure hope this works...those girls are really getting it now." "Not to worry," Toltir reassured him, "I got everything covered. Sure is a nice floor show, you gotta admit." Ryoga spared a glance towards the Elder God and said, "You sure you and Nabiki aren't related?" "No," Toltir replied before smiling, "But on several timelines I've dated her older sister." Tinkerbell pointed with a hand as she partially shielded her vision, "It's right there...I can sense it! It's like a tiny crack or something...a flaw in the base of the device, and I think it's growing." "I still can't see it," Ranma said as he kept his own eyes shielded. "Neither can I," Megumi turned to glance at Tinkerbell, "But then I'm not a Sentinel either. If she can detect something too minute for our perceptions, then it would be a very good idea to take her seriously in her warning." "Okay," Ranma said, "But what are we gonna do about it?" Megumi nodded towards Veil, "I think the Godling child of the Kami should handle it. She seems to be maintaining a good deal more self-control than the others." "Right," Ranma paused before adding, "How?" "Men," Megumi rolled her eyes, then she closed her own and placed her forefingers to her temples, opening her thoughts and reaching out towards the child of Goddess and Mortal as her normally red eyes shifted to a bright golden color. Veil became aware of the sending as a bright flash of light, similar to an SOS being flashed through a cloud bank. She eased a portion of her consciousness to the forefront and opened a channel to the Beast Princess as a mental image of a crack was flashed between them within the space of a mere instant. Veil's eyes opened wider as she contemplated the significance of the warning, then immediately she began to run a self-diagnostic of the device using a peripheral processor not connected to the main system functions. After a moment Tinkerbell began to relax a bit as she said, "It's disappearing...the metal almost seems to be healing itself. Whatever you did, it must have gotten the message to her." "Stay alert," Ranma warned her, "If there's one flaw there might be others." "Right," Tinkerbell acknowledged, her expression becoming serious as she concentrated on the device itself rather than on the tantalizing sight of the illuminated Watazashi, then suddenly she sensed another shift and pointed, "There! It's developing a fault line along that arm there!" "Right," Megumi acknowledged before closing her eyes and once more protecting her thoughts to the half-goddess among them. "Well, what do you know?" Toltir remarked with a lifting of cat-like brows, "Guess she wasn't such a fluke after all. That Pixie girl is actually proving quite useful." "What do you mean?" Ryoga turned to glance at what had been a man one moment beside him, only to find the talking cat near his feet that had replaced him. "She's a Sentinel," Toltir replied, "They're very rare and very powerful hunters and trackers gifted with superhuman levels of sensory perception. Among the gods only Heimdall or Lugh are more perceptive, which means she must be here to act as a regulatory control external to the device itself. Her brief time on the harness made her especially sensitive to any irregularities and defects that might creep up in the overall system, which right now is handling the combined energies of seven or eight Temporal Nexuses, who have a direct link to their own home dimensions. That's a lot of stress to put on any device, even one manufactured by divine hands, like this one." "So she's pointing out faults and they're being corrected before they become a major problem?" Ryoga fathomed. "Exactly," the cat gave him a sardonic look, "You're not as dumb as you look, kid, it almost sounds like you've done a lot of growing up from the days when you'd fly off the handle over trifles." Ryoga was not sure if he should feel insulted by the Cat's insinuating tone, but rather than get angry he just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I've had to...I've had Ranma for a partner. At least one of us has to behave like an adult when we're on assignments." Tinkerbell was now taking her role seriously as she floated around the device, keeping just far enough away from it not to be caught by the random energy discharges that were now regularly firing in all directions, and pausing long enough to point at some feature, which Megumi quickly relayed to Veil so that the problem could be corrected before it became a serious problem. Seeing as he was not of any immediate use to this operation, Beast Ranma glanced down and watched as his counterpart arched his own back inside of Nabiki, crying out as that Ranma released a payload deep into her body that must have been like firing off a rocket, because Nabiki cried out and arched her own back as she received him, her whole body flashing a brilliant white gold color for a few instants before the power erupted all around them, and---near simultaneously--- Ranko gave a similar cry while Akira exploded his own seed within her. Silver heard their cries but was almost beyond caring, experiencing her own massive orgasm, which crashed down on her like a tidal wave, causing a similar wave to cascade all through the system. All the girls cried out at once, and then the air above the carousel exploded like a supernova with the brilliance of comets and galaxies being born, and all at once the Universe folded in on itself and time and space were momentarily inverted. Tinkerbell sensed the shift before it happened, only her own body began to seize up and writhe as a sympathetic resonance from the device engulfed her and she felt her senses explode with pleasurable delights unknown to her until that moment, causing her to shudder and gasp at the same time as Watazashi. And as they cried out in blissful release, another set of voices was heard, voices whose cries had heralded a very different kind of release, a climax that had proved deadly as the moment of their deaths arrived with the life being sucked dry from their bodies. Twelve voices all joined in mutual astonishment and horror became twelve cries of rebirth and renewal, joined by four other equally astonished cries, and then gentle pants and gasps of incredulous release as the device continued to work its relentless energies, pleasuring twelve slender forms, who bobbed and weaved in the night air with the breath of life having been restored to their bodies. "WHAT THE...???" Beast Ranma cried out in dismay. "What happened?" Ryoga demanded, no less taken aback by this unexpected development. "Oh my," Toltir remarked, "I certainly never saw this coming...or cumming..." "Blessed Mother of all Beasts," Megumi gasped, pointing with a trembling finger, "Husband..." "Yeah, I see it," Ranma replied, "Believing it's a different matter." "Who are they?" Ryoga sheltered his eyes, finding to his amazement that the sixteen naked girls who had been mounted in the harness had been replaced by sixteen other girls who were very different than the ones who had been there a moment before. (He also noted in passing that Ranma and Nabiki were no longer doing it on the altar). "Our friends," Ranma exclaimed as he hovered nearby, not bothering to hide his astonished expression as he stared at the very-much-alive face and form of the Vampire Slayer, Natsume... Continued. Comments/Criticism/Celestial Orgiastic Encounters: shadowmane@ridgenet.net What is going on here, and who are those girls who are now decorating the carousel? And what about the gang we've been following for the last sixteen chapters? That and more next time when Ranma and the gang have a close encounter of a most unusual kind...be there!