RanSquaresSS3 Realities Squared, A Night of Delights By Jim Robert Bader (Loosely Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi, with characters and concepts supplied by Toshio Maeda and my fellow Fanfic writers D.B. Sommers) Part Two. Continuum #57821964 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 to 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. Ranko Saotome --16, redheaded daughter of Ranma and Akane From Continuum #29715382 Jusenkyo cursed: Nanniichuan. Watazashi Saotome --16, black haired daughter of Ranma and Kodachi From Continuum #29457180 Yuan-Yen Tendo --16, brown haired daughter of Mousse and Nabiki From Continuum #29457180 Tinkerbell Tendo --17, brown haired daughter of Perfume and Kasumi From Continuum #68743219 Rinse Saotome --17, purple haired daughter of Ranma and Shampoo From Continuum #472193567 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 Silver Saotome --17, silver-haired daughter of Shampoo and Ranma, From Continuum #48972185 Jusenkyo cursed: Nanniichuan. Akira Tendo --20, black haired son of Shampoo-kun and Kasumi From Continuum #48972185 Kinko Kuonji --14, brown haired daughter of Ukyo-kun and Akane From Continuum #32145896 Jusenkyo Curse: Winged Angel. Lylac Tendo --17, purple haired daughter of Nabiki and Shampoo From Continuum #59343921 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 Veil Morisato --16, brown haired daughter of Keiichi and Belldandy From Continuum #59343921 Lamyra Saotome --17, green haired daughter of Ranma and Megumi From Continuum #17046289 Kama Sutra Saotome--18, purple haired daughter of Miko Mido and Ranma Native to Continuum #57821964 Part Shikima Tsuyori Saotome --18, brown haired daughter of Ukyo Kuonji and Ranma Native to Continuum #57821964 Part Kitsune-Fox HOUSE MIROKU Ranma Saotome Akane Tendo Yaku Midori Fubuki Mido Ukyo Saotome Nabiki Tendo Miyu Mido Kodachi Kuno Miko Mido Kasumi Tendo Botsasu Suzuka Ryoga Hibiki Dan Suzuka Shampoo Tendo Ranmaru Suzuka Akari Hibiki Wulf Midori --17, green haired son of Yaku Midori and Ranma Shikari Mido --17, purple haired daughter of Akane and Miko Kitten Saotome --17, cherry pink haired daughter of Shampoo and Ranma Tsuyosa Hibiki --17, black haired son of Akane and Ryoga Omake Tendo --17, brown haired daughter of Kasumi and Ranmaru Shibari Tendo --16, purple haired daughter of Akane Tendo and Dan Koi Mido --16, indigo haired daughter of Miko Mido and Dan Shiromitsu Suzuka --16, silver haired son of Ukyo and Dan Tenshin Saotome --16, brown haired son of Fubuki and Ranma Bukotei Mido --16, dark haired daughter of Miyu Mido and Ranma Thorn Saotome --16, green haired daughter of Kodachi and Yaku Midori Rose Saotome --16, black haired daughter of Kodachi and Ranma Achika Hibiki --16, black haired daughter of Botsasu and Ryoga Bonbori Tendo --15, purple haired daughter of Shampoo and Akane Sakura Kuonji --15, silver haired daughter of Ukyo Kuonji and Ranma Price Tendo --15, brown haired daughter of Nabiki Tendo and Fubuki Kashiko Tendo --15, brown haired daughter of Kasumi and Fubuki Kurenai Mido --15, blue haired daughter of Yaku and Miko Kimera Suzuka --14, dark haired daughter of Miyu Mido and Dan Kyura Saotome --14, black haired daughter of Akane Tendo and Ranma Tekase Suzuka --14, dark haired daughter of Botsasu and Ranmaru Bracelet Saotome --14, indigo haired daughter of Shampoo and Ukyo 7. The Bachelor Party Ranma Saotome (TC) Ranma Saotome (M) Miko Mido Ryoga Saotome (TC) Ryoga Hibiki (M) Miyu Mido Dan Suzuka Yaku Midori Ranmaru Suzuka Botsasu Suzuka "I don't know about this..." Ranma reluctantly admitted as he found himself being attended to by three of the Miroku women. "Y'know, Bro?" the other Ranma smirked as he stood off to the side watching these women rub him down with body oils and lotions that made his hard and battle-scarred frame glisten like a bronzed statue, well-defined and entirely manly, "I think you protest too much. Don't be such a wimp, let the ladies have some fun getting your ready for the ceremony." "Ceremony?" Ryoga (TC) responded, "Are you really sure about this?" "Sure thing, Brother," Ryoga (M) replied, "The ladies know what they're doing." "After all," said Miko, the Clan lady of the house (the only woman standing off to the side and not presently playing her hands over his body), "My sisters do this sort of thing with our Ranma-kun all of the time on a regular basis." "That's what I'm afraid of," Ranma winced slightly as he felt delicate hands slide up into areas that were more intimate than anticipated, "Hey!" "Don't worry, Ranma-kun," the greened haired, large-breasted beauty named Yaku smiled lasciviously from where she was crouched down on her knees, hands rubbing in oils along the cheeks of his hindquarters, "We're professionals at this sort of thing. We'll have you up and ready in no time to meet our sweet Nabiki- chan...even if she is your version." "Up?" Ranma (TC) said with increasing nervousness, "Hey-what???" "Don't worry," assured Miyu, adoptive sister to Miko, as she lathered oil to his balls and his now-stiffening manhood, "We're just being thorough...no harm to this, and you want it to slide into your Nabiki-chan without too much undue friction, correct?" "Don't be a wimp, Saotome," said Dan Suzuka, the co-ruler of the Clan-house, "We're all friends within these walls and we share everything together. Our wives are very talented, you should be grateful to be the recipient of their special sort of attention." "Perhaps he isn't quite the man our Ranma is," said the hermaphrodite, Ranmaru, remarked, confusing the heck out of Ranma as he was supposed to be a guy but boasted a pair of remarkably large breasts (nearly as large as the ones on the Were-woman, Yaku), "Twenty years lack of use may have rendered his equipment defective." "It's not that!" Ranma (TC) growled, before staring in round-eyed horror as he felt a tongue caress the smoothness of his shaft, "HEY, QUIT THAT!" "Now don't be stingy, Ranma-kun," said a lustful Botsasu (another incredibly large-breasted beauty of the Miroku House, and Ranmaru's sister), "We just want you to be ready...in all senses of the word...for when you spend time alone with your Nabiki." "Relax and go with it, Bro," Ranma (M) softly chuckled, "It don't pay to tell the ladies you're off-limits, they just take that as a challenge." "Besides," Ryoga (M) added, "They know just how far to take things so as not to infringe on Marital rights. They'll get you ready but they won't bring you off because they know you have to save your energies for the honeymoon." "And besides," Dan grinned, "They want to compare you to the Ranma they know so well on an intimate level. So far they do not appear to be too badly disappointed." "HEY!" both versions of Ranma said at once, before the Time Cop version glanced down in alarm when Botsasu not only started licking his shaft but taking the ball end into her mouth altogether. "Oh, did we forget to mention that the body-oils are edible?" Miyu asked as she and Yaku began licking around Ranma's hips and testicle region. "You girls better stop that," Ryoga (TC) warned, "Nabiki is an awfully jealous type, and if she finds out you took liberties with her iinazuke..." "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much on that end," Ranmaru said smugly, "If I know our women, they'll be making sure that his Nabiki will be just as ready for her end of the bargain." "NANI?" Ranma (TC) exclaimed, though whether it was in response to this statement or the fact that Botsasu was now sliding him down her throat like a sausage was anyone's guess as the formidable Time Agent rolled up his eyes and felt his knees turn into water... 8. The Bachelorette Party! Nabiki Tendo (TC) Kasumi Tendo Ukyo Saotome Ryonami (TC) Nabiki Tendo (M) Akane Tendo Akari Hibiki (M) Fubuki Mido Shampoo Tendo Akari Hibiki (TC) "I REALLY don't know about this!" Nabiki was even then exclaiming as she found herself at the center of attention with her counterpart, the Miroku versions of Kasumi, Shampoo and Akane, and even the curious blonde woman named Fubuki all attending to her with eager hands quite liberally applying massage oils to her body. "Relax and don't complain so much, Sis," the Nabiki of this Miroku house replied eagerly, "Just relax and enjoy this. It's all for the best in your marriage, believe me about that!" "Oh yes," Kasumi said with a leer that was a startling contrast with the Kasumi she knew and loved so well, "We're doing this for your benefit, Imoutochan, so just relax and let us do our part." "Yeah, Sis," Akane grinned just as wickedly as she took great sport in working her hands over Nabiki's stiffening bosoms, "You need to loosen up and get with the program. In a little while you'll be walking down the aisles with Ranma and you definitely don't want to get cold feet after almost twenty years of waiting." "You listen to your sister, Nabiki-chan," said a Shampoo who was presently on her knees and using both tongue and hands to spread Nabiki's thighs so that she had trouble standing up altogether, "This is very important to a good and happy marriage." "What, is this some kind of secret Amazon ritual or something?" Nabiki (TC) gasped, her voice raising and falling by an octave as sensations of an altogether pleasurable nature began playing across her nervous system. "'Fraid not, Sugar," Ukyo grinned, "We trained Shampoo in the Miroku arts and she's very good at Sexcraft, combining techniques of her own people with those passed down in the Mido family for generations." "Sexcraft?" Nabiki gasped, "Just what is this all about? I sense the blood of demons of lust and desire in you, Kuonji..." "Saotome," Ukyo corrected, "Here I'm Ranchan's wife, while your counterpart is the wife of my dear clan-sister, Fubuki." "That's right, Sugar," Fubuki grinned, "And if you want to hear the details from the mouth of my wife herself, just ask her, right Nabiki-chan?" "Oh yes," Nabiki (M) smiled as she slid her hands down her counterpart's body and rested a hand over the brown bush that nestled between her creamy thighs, "By the way...did I happen to mention that I like the really cute job somebody did down there? Not many girls have their bush trimmed into a heart shape pattern. I approve, of course, in fact...I think this calls for a closer inspection, don't you, Shampoo-chan?" "Oh yes," the purple haired Amazon replied as she slid into position, moving her mouth to begin licking the space of Nabiki's inner thighs and working her way further in towards that moistened area that housed her most precious port of access. "HEY!!!" Nabiki protested. "Don't worry, Sis," Akane said, "She won't bring you off, just get you worked up nicely into the mood, know what I mean?" "Oh yes," Kasumi said with enthusiasm, "Just relax and enjoy the experience, Imoutochan, it's for the success of your happy marriage." "This is supposed to make me more successful in my MARRIAGE?" Nabiki's voice arched in tone as she found Shampoo's soft tongue very skilled and accurate in the way it found and exposed the nub of her warmest treasure." "Hey, it worked for us," Fubuki replied as she slipped a hand around and caressed one of Nabiki's (TC) bosoms, flipping a finger around the nipple to stimulate a MOST INTERESTING reaction! "Yeah," Nabiki (M) agreed as she slipped a hand around Fubuki's waist and began to caress the exposed thigh area of the Blonde's exposed muff, "Don't knock success. Miroku arts have hundreds of years of practice and refinement behind them, and they've been training girls like us to be accomplished lovers and sex partners for as many years and generations." "And that is SUPPOSED to REASSURE ME???" Nabiki's voice arched as her hips bucked in response to the combined efforts of Shampoo, Fubuki and both of her amorous sisters. "Go with the flow, Nabs," Ukyo grinned, "I guarantee when we're done with you, you'll be more than ready for Ranchan." "Did somebody mention the big bad Saotome?" yet another voice called out as several new faces appeared at the sliding doorway to the room they were currently within, "Boss, are you in here-OH MY!" "Oh wow!" said a very familiar voice beside the first one, "Did we come at a really bad time...or a good one?" "Huh?" Akari (M) turned around and said (at the same time as one of the newcomers), "HEY! YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ME!" "Oboy," Ryonami said with a start, "Akari's in stereo? That's one for the books!" "Ryo-chan?" Nabiki (TC) started, "What are you doing here?" "Are you kidding, Boss?" Ryonami responded, "When I got the word that you and the big guy were finally gonna do it---ah...that is what you're here for, right? I mean...if this is a Bachelorette party and not just some really ultra-kinky resort...I mean, I can work with that if it is..." "So you're Ryonami," Ukyo smiled, "Nabiki's old friend from her days back in High School. Looks to me like you grew up pretty nice, Sugar." "Ah...thanks," Ryonami blinked as she took in a room full of nude and semi-nude women, "Kuonji-san? Wow...I almost didn't recognize you in that kimono for a minute there...I mean...nice hair ribbon and all that, but..." "You're babbling, Kid," Ukyo smiled as she padded up to cup Ryonami's face, "But I think you look kinda cute that way. So...you're from Nab-chan's world, eh? Wanna come in and have some fun getting your friend ready for her impending nuptials?" "Would I?" Ryonami blinked, then grinned, "YOU BET! Just let me get out of these clothes and I'll join you guys!" "Really?" Akari (TC) blinked, then grinned, "Hey that sounds like fun! Count me in!" "By all means, come in and join the party, sister," Akari (M) grinned back, waving a hand to indicate the many hands currently at play around the Time Cop Nabiki. "NANI...?" Nabiki (TC) gasped, sensing that she was about to become embroiled in the midst of something very free-flowing... * * * 9. Red Versus Silver (Round One) Ranko Saotome Lamyra Saotome Kitten Saotome Silver Saotome Tsuyori Saotome Sakura Kuonji Akira Tendo Bukotei Mido Akira could not believe what was happening here, let alone that he was taking part in these affairs (albeit as an "interested observer") sitting on a bench with two other women who were "stocking his meat" (as they affectionately put it) while Tsuyori conducted affairs between Silver and Ranko, while off to one side the girl named Kitten was putting some serious moves on an all-too-willing Lamyra, showing off Miroku Ninja "Sexcraft" with an energy and enthusiasm that was nothing short of infectious! Ranko was facing off with Silver, both sitting down with legs folded under them on the padded floor with hands clasped together, slowly working them together while Tsuyori gently gave them little "pointers" in how to coordinate their movements. Watching the redhead and the platinum-haired girl making eye-contact gave Akira a sense of a serious connection being established. The two paratime sisters---having only met a mere matter of hours ago---were staring at each other with a kind of fascinated intensity that sent serious waves of smoldering sensuality throughout the chamber. It was all Akira could do just watching them not to come on the spot (ESPECIALLY with Sakura and Bukotei lavishing so much attention to his "man-meat"). It was not that Akira minded having two beautiful and highly sexed women play their hands over his rod, (especially since they seemed to know exactly what they were doing!) but he was not too comfortable about them working him over in full view of the usually overprotective Silver. Normally the mere thought of a girl approaching the tall young man would have been enough to send his nominal "girlfriend" into a towering rage, but Silver had tacitly accepted the situation after Tsuyori assured him that her sisters would merely be "keeping his motor running." That freed up the bulk of her attention to devote towards Ranko, especially after the other girl had expressed her own interest in the form of a challenge. Memories too fresh to be wholly banished caused Akira to wonder and recall how things had progressed to this most peculiar situation. The first that he and Silver had even known about the existence of this Ranko was when she showed up virtually on their doorstep in the company of other para-dimensionally displaced teenagers, several of whom also bore the name of Saotome. Silver had been instantly intrigued (Akira well knew how the cocky girl was always drawn to the new and original like a magpie to shiny objects) and had even willingly volunteered to come along on Ranko's quest, which led them (after their first stop at the House of the Miroku) to the world ravaged like something out of Urotsukidoji. There they had participated in the strange device---both technological and magic---called the "Wheel of Ecchi," and Akira had found himself roped into that operation, compelled to wear an uncomfortable harness while making love to a bound and helpless Ranko. That had not set well at all with Silver, and the first chance she got to "pay" Ranko back she tacked the redhead to the ground and attempted to light a fire by grinding their pelvises together. "Dry-Humping" Ranko, it seems, was but a prelude to what was happening now as Akira stared in open wonder at the two girls moving hands together while moving their bodies closer together. There was obviously something more at work here than Silver's usual competitive streak, the way she seemed to smolder with lustful intentions as she eyed Ranko's nude body, while Ranko eyed her back with an equal hunger that was clearly implicit yet understated in her own expression. Akira could not help but be struck by the stark similarities of the two girls in build and facial type, even the size of their breasts coming close to matching (though to be fair, Silver did seem to have a slight advantage in that department), and the rest of them was a vast inventory of "twinned" body-parts, as though (with the exception of hair color and style) one were cast in the exact same mold as the other. Akira was not exactly sure of what he felt as he studied these two recent acquaintances, one his dearly beloved friend from childhood, the other a stranger with a haunted past, but he knew that he did feel something stirring within him (and not just that tingling that was helping to keep his manhood as rigid as a bar of iron!) and he found he could not look away as matters progressed of their own to the next level of arousal. It began when Silver and Ranko unclasped their hands and then began to move their fingers up and down each others arms, slowly traversing downward until they reached shoulder level, and then those fingers found their way up smoothly turned collar bones and necklines, sliding up to cheek level where they began to feel each other's face, and then Silver placed a finger in Ranko's mouth as the latter flicked her tongue against it, then sucked down on that finger as Silver smiled and began to slide it in and out of that oral entrance. Ranko responded by moving her hands down from Silver's face to shoulder level, so Silver complied by moving her hands down to Ranko's upper-chest, and without waiting around about it she cupped both breasts and fondled them, molding them with her hands as though testing the ripeness of a pair of grapefruit. Ranko was only a little bit behind her in following this example, and then both girls spent several moments exploring and kneading one another's "chest bulbs" until Silver flicked her fingers over one nipple and caused Ranko to gasp, which encouraged the platinum-haired Saotome to do the same with the other. "Oh yes," Bukotei remarked with a lascivious grin, "Those two have a natural aptitude for this sort of thing..." "I'd say they were pretty hot for each other," Sakura smiled, "Lust at first sight. Oneechan sure knows how to pair them." Akira said nothing for himself, but a slight gasp escaped him when Bukotei bent her head down and she began to lick the top of his shaft, even as Sakura slid to the floor and began to pay attention to his testicles, providing adequate distraction that Akira momentarily forgot about the amorous activities of Silver and Ranko. Ranko made a startling revelation in that moment: A.)---There really was a Heaven, and B.)---she was in it! That, at least, was how she choose to regard having Silver's hands caress her body as she played her own hands over the smoothly soft padding that concealed the steel-strong muscles of the other girl. She was enormously turned on by Silver, a girl who had even more in the way of "exotic looks" than either Watazashi or Yuan-Yen. Being still a relative newcomer in the art of pleasuring another woman, she was finding it very easy to warm up to the sort of games that they were planning. This Silver was an incredibly beautiful and responsive creature, almost raw in the intensity of her passions and incredibly responsive. It was all Ranko could do to not push the other girl down so she could provide her with cunnalingus, the attraction she felt was like magnetism that made her yearn to discover just how far she could go with her prospective "lover." Silver was equally amazed that she was enjoying doing this as a girl rather than in her guy form. Though she preferred to call herself "devoutly Hetero," the truth was that she had always found other women attractive on some level that was understated. The caress of Ranko's skin within her hands gave her such unexpectedly tender feelings that it called seriously into question Silver's often-voiced insistence that she was not after a girlfriend but was strictly and solely interested in consummating a relationship with her half-brother, Akira. She thought of other girls whom she had known and bedded (in her "guy" form, naturally), most particularly Gel Kuno and Yuriko Kuonji. Girls were naturally attracted to Silver's male form as he was (in her own humble opinion) "A mouth- watering Mega-Stud," and letting them pursue a relationship with him had been as easy as taking candy from the proverbial baby. With Gel it had been a really weird experience due to the girl's...flexibility and penchant to use ribbons to tie Silver-kun down to a bed. Yuriko was a far more complex matter...owing largely to the fact that Silver had feelings there of an altogether different nature. It had been just that one time, and possibly a mistake, and they were not in full possession of their wits at the time (another one of Gel's potions gone sour), but Silver could not honestly say that she regretted the encounter, even if Yuriko had seemed to resent her about it later. In truth Silver had often wondered about her own feelings towards Yuriko, a really nice girl for all that she had a rebellious streak that far-surpassed Silver's. Yuriko did not always get along well with her mother, Ukyo Kuonji, or even her biological "father" (Ukyo's blonde haired "Cheerleader" wife, Ai Konjou, thanks to the application of some temporary "Nanniichuan" water), who often sided with Ukyo where it came to restrictions imposed on their daughter. Yuriko was a good friend while growing up who had turned very strange and resentful towards Silver for reasons that might have something to do with Silver's male aspect. Silver worried if sex between them might have caused a permanent rift to their friendship, (because it probably implied that Yuriko was a little too much like her parents for her liking) because there were not that many people whom she felt truly comfortable being around. Besides, Yuriko had been (in Silver's estimation) a "really hot piece of tail," and she would have eagerly welcomed another chance to screw her. There were other girls whom Silver had taken to bed in her male form, but their names hardly mattered as none of them had meant as much to her as Akira (or even Yuriko for that matter). Meaningless sex, purely for sport and recreation, not serious enough to count in her book, and yet enough to give "him" quite a reputation in their school as a "Stud-Muffin" with energy to spare. Silver did not even mind the resentment that was paid to "him" by other male classmates, she only knew that sex was fun and she didn't see why she should deny herself some casual indulgence, just as long as she took precautions to avoid STDs (Sexually Transmissible Disease) and pregnancy (though he thought himself well covered there as an advantage of his "curse" was that he had to stay in male form for more than 24 hours before he could generate enough semen to be considered fertile). The only thing that would have worried her was if her sexual activities should come to the attention of her parents, at which point she would have to do some "explaining..." But this Ranko was in a different class of female altogether...something new, wild and totally different from the other girls of Silver's acquaintance. Looking at her was almost like looking into a mirror, but the precocious redhead had an aching need---almost a vulnerability---to be loved and cared for that appealed to Silver on some fundamental level. This Ranko was very "fuckable," (a term Silver had coined for girls who had such a need for affection) and just as certainly, Silver found that she had an aching need to screw her! "That's very good," Tsuyori complimented, "Now Ranko...lay on the floor and let Silver explore you." "Explore me?" Ranko found the very sound of that thrilled her, so she laid down as instructed, which prompted Silver to straddle over her without releasing her hold on the redhead's anatomy. Ranko found herself on her back with Silver's face perched over hers by a space of less than a handswidth, and the platinum- haired girl was leering at her with a very cat-like expression, making Ranko feel like a red-breasted canary. "Now," Tsuyori encouraged, "Lower your bush to touch hers and begin to grind your loins together. Silver was already ready and willing to comply with this request, and her grin grew even deeper as she used her knees to brace herself, then lowered her crotch until it was pressing against Ranko's and slowly began to slide her silvery mound up and down the crimson fur of her companion. Ranko gasped and arched her back, supporting Silver's hands as the other girl rested part of her weight on the redhead. Silver moved her pelvis up and down in slow and steady motions that sent groans of disbelief and amazement throughout Ranko, who had her legs spread wide to accommodate the other girl as Silver gently rode her with steadily increasing momentum. "You see?" Tsuyori smiled, "You don't need your male halves for this part. A woman is perfectly equipped to please another woman, just so long as it is the right woman you make love to. At this phase you are simply building on your lust and attraction but soon you will know instinctively what it takes to pleasure your partner, and you can do much more energetic techniques than this to bring her off with total enjoyment." "Oh yeah," Silver enthused as she really began to get into mounting the redhead and grinding their loins until they felt themselves lubricate one another's unfolding labia, and then the sparks each felt nearly caused them to separate, but Tsuyori bade that they continue. "Don't stop now," she urged, "Can you feel it now? A part of you is reaching out to her, just as she is reaching out to receive you. Does it feel as though your pink meat is being received by her clamshell? Does it spark your interest and enflame the lust within you?" "OH YEAH!!!" Silver cried out as she arched her own back without letting up on the pressure, especially as she was feeling the crest of a wave that was building up inside her. "Feels nice, doesn't it, Ranko-chan?" Tsuyori smiled, "You want Silver-chan to make you come. Does it feel like she's kissing you with her loins? Your lips are meeting and I can hear your clits as they gently grind together." "OHYEAHHH!!!" Ranko cried out, and then she came explosively, feeling as though a wave was crashing down upon her body, washing her in hot and gold drafts that made her skin flush and her body sing with electric fire. Her hands squeezed Silver's breasts even as Silver pinched her nipples as they both arched their backs together with a wetness in their loins that seemed to splash together. "Ah, now ease back a bit and take a moment to catch your breath," Tsuyori urged, "Slow your breathing and your pelvic thrusts, my sisters, and then we can move on to the next step of this encounter." "Oooooooommmaaannnn!" Silver breathed, "That...that was really something!" "No kidding..." Ranko was breathing harder than if she had just run ten miles flat out, "Didn't know...you could do that...with a girl...without having a dick..." "Yeah, tell me about it," Silver grinned, "But y'know something, Red? I'm ready to go right back at it again." "Me too," Ranko leered back, "Only this time I wanna be the one doing the riding." "Maybe next time," Tsuyori smiled, glancing at Silver's round bottom then running her hand along the edge and inserting a finger up Silver's now well- lubricated snatch and coming away with a finger coated in glistening moisture, "What's this? Oh my...it seems you both got yourselves dirty. Well, there is one way to deal with that. Move around, Sister, and assume the Sixty-Nine position." "The...sixty nine position?" Ranko blinked her eyes, "What...?" "I know what she means," Silver smiled from ear to ear and immediately started crawling around over Ranko until they were positioned with Silver's crotch over Ranko's face, and Ranko's crotch just below the level of Silver's hungry mouth. "Oh," Ranko said with round-eyes, understanding now what was expected of her as Silver lowered her moistened pink flesh onto her face, just as Silver buried her face into the wide-exposed pink flesh of the redhead's glistening vulva. About this point Akira was certain he was going to blow his wad down the windpipe of the girl currently giving him a blow job, but Bukotei did something to the nerves around the base of his shaft that kept him hard and rigid but did not allow him to make a cum-shot. Sakura, meanwhile, was demonstrating that it was not just women who could be delighted by having their nipples be suckled and fondled, and this eye-widening revelation was only slightly less amazing than the floor-show of Ranko and Silver, while off in the corner the energetic pair of Kitten and Lamyra were going at it like a pair of wildcats in heat (and was it his imagination or did it seem as though there were appendages probing all three of Kitten's openings? Given that they were on the edge of his peripheral vision he could not be too certain...). Ranko had been hesitant for only a few seconds before beginning to lick Silver's pussy, but the scent proved remarkably aromatic and the flavor on her tongue was so good that she just had to sample more and more of the oddly mixed flavor. It seemed as though there were a subtle difference in two different types of juice that her tongue dipped into, and then it came to her with a start that she was tasting her own juices mingled with those of the platinum-haired martial artist. The thought of the two of them creating such a flavor together sent a new kind of thrill down Ranko's spine and caused her to begin digging in with her tongue in hopes of getting more of that delicious juice in her mouth. At the same time that she did this she was all but jumping with pleasure as Silver ate out her own loins, creating a sucking sensation with a tongue that just sent shivers throughout her body. Silver was more than pleased to find Ranko returning her efforts with such enthusiasm, even as she was lapping up the cum that covered the crimson fur beneath her. It was such a wonderful thing to be sharing these sensations with a girl who was in so many ways just like her, increasing the sense of intimacy and fellowship that they already were sharing, just as Silver was warming up to the challenge of bringing the other girl off once again before Ranko managed to force her to climax. Tsuyori smiled herself in obvious relish, both pleased and impressed with her newfound sisters who were demonstrating such...enthusiasm and potential. It was really quite amazing the way Silver and Ranko were getting turned on by one another, as if the enjoyment of one was reflected in the delight shared by the other. Akira was amazed that he had not blown his wad already as he saw the "competition" between Silver and Ranko ratcheted up to a more audible level. The sounds of happy and contented slurping was accompanied by the groans of both girls that sounded s though it had come from the soundtrack of a porn movie. It would have taken superhuman will not to lose it at this point, but something the Miroku girls attending to him had done was keeping him hard and erect without letting him climax, and the more turned on he got the greater the strain he felt, and the need for some kind of a release was building at a rate that was nearly exponential! Ranko realized that she was in danger of "losing" the contest that had implicitly grown between herself and her "opponent," for Silver was quite obviously treating this like any other kind of challenge match and seeking to overwhelm Ranko's defenses by means of some rather deviously clever tongue- lashing techniques (and just where she had learned to do that to a woman's Clitoris, Ranko had no idea whatsoever!). Not being one to shy from rising to a challenge, however, Ranko was not yet about to yield to even the sweet enticements of a promised "climax to remember." She did not intend for Silver to have the edge with her "tongue-thrashing," so she decided to get down and serious, thrusting her tongue in deep and lapping away at the sweet vulva of her companion. Silver reacted to this and came back again with even more frantic and gyrating tongue-motions, increasing her pace until Ranko felt the walls of her hot, pink love canal began to quiver and vibrate. Ranko almost lost it as the urge to cum nearly overwhelmed all other needs, and she rolled back her eyes to gasp a moment for breath as she felt herself cresting near to the edge of ONE MOTHER OF AN EXPLOSION! A stray thought penetrated the pink haze that was driving her beyond self- awareness as she wondered briefly if there was such a thing as an "Amaguriken Tongue," so fast was Silver lapping her to the some new level of sexual excitement never previously even suspected. That thought triggered something in the back of Ranko's mind that caused her to dive back into the hot snatch of her "competitor," and this time she pushed herself to thrust that tongue as deep as her muscles and jaw would allow, sucking down to provide extra drawing power until she was able to flick the tip in a "downward" angle that touched a special nerve cluster hidden beyond normal attainment, and a single flick against this was enough to turn the tables around completely, causing Silver to shudder violently and climax. The very unexpected force of that detonation caused both girls to feel the force of its reverberation. Silver was caught completely off-guard as her body convulsed and shook with the force of her "second cumming," and her mind went momentarily white as the sound of crashing waves came roaring down at her, and without warning she felt her loins got wet as hot jism spurted into Ranko's mouth, almost choking the redhead but for an automatic (almost reflexive) way in which she closed off her windpipe and took the jism in with one long swallow. Ranko drank in Silver's juice even as the other girl exhaled into her own exposed vagina, which was exactly the stimulation that Ranko needed to lost all remaining control and gush into Silver's mouth like an exploding geyser! To Akira it sounded as though Silver had been mortally wounded from the cry she uttered at the moment of her fulfillment, but then Ranko made sounds of muffled delight that made it seem as though she were being smothered by a pillow. Silver's body shook and her back arched noticeably before her face fell down and covered Ranko's bush with her face, and then Silver made other noises that sounded like a half gasp, have groan of delight, followed by some heavy slurping that seemed as much automatic as it was genuinely heartfelt. It didn't last long, though, for a moment later Silver strength deserted her and she flopped down on top of Ranko, panting fiercely as though both girls were out of breath and near to exhaustion. Without a word Silver flopped down on her side and lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling while Ranko shut her eyes and spent the next fully minute in heavy, deep breathing. Tsuyori raised an eyebrow as she watched her two budding proteges wheeled down from their joint emotional highs, impressed beyond words that a pair of relative amateurs could be putting on such an impressive and energetic performance. It spoke volumes of their potential, but from the sound of things it seemed as if Ranko had pulled a last-minute coup that had reversed the tide of affairs decisively in her favor...and flavor (if her finely tuned hearing and smell were to be trusted as the sweet tang of feminine jism filled the air, turning Tsuyori on like there was no tomorrow!). She decided then and there to keep a closer watch on these two for signs that they might have an even more intuitive grasp of basic sexual techniques than had been previously suspected. "Ooowow..." Silver gasped after a long pause in which both girls sought to recover their lost strength, "What the heck did you do down there? Felt like your tongue grew a foot or something..." "Or something," Ranko gasped as she finally cleared her mouth of silvery bush and could breathe more easy, "Almost cracked my jaw pulling that off...but it was worth it!" "I'll say," Silver replied with enthusiasm as she turned a glance towards Ranko, "I thought I had you good there, but you pulled that off at the last second and I just lost it!" "Meaning I won," Ranko grinned back like the proverbial cat that had just eaten the canary, "In both senses of the word. Y'know something? You taste great!" "Thanks," Silver found herself smiling in actual pleasure at the compliment, but then she said, "I mean...of course...and hey, you're not half bad yourself. Kinda like strawberries and cream, if you know what I mean." Tsuyori saw the grins of both young women and smiled herself at their shared sensuality and mutual enjoyment. There was something flowering here, a kind of communal spirit of lust and attraction that was only intensifying with their sharing of intimacies, unlike some attractions she knew that tended to wane once the initial glow of desire was expended. These two shared a mutual competitive streak that had turned a simple training exercise into a contest of one- upsmanship that caused them both to push themselves beyond their normal limits and capacity for enjoyment. Most first-time lovers tended to be hesitant and shy about their mutual exploration, but these two were aggressive in expressing their physical prowess, and perhaps it was their very inexperience that left them open to new sensations, much less jaded and casual in their demonstrations than to what well-trained Miroku sisters were routinely accustomed. That gave her an inspiration as she decided on where to go in the next level of their training. Meanwhile the two girls working Akira over were giving the young man plenty of reason to feel distracted, and his rod was now hard enough that it could have been used to hammer nails. Tsuyori knew that her sisters would keep him on edge for a while longer while showing him other means by which to direct his sexual frustration. Already Akira was responding in kind with hands that explored their sensuous bodies with more boldness and freedom than had been evident earlier in the day, and with a little more coaching he would make a fine sexual partner for any woman who was fortunate enough to claim him. Off to one side another tongue-fest was in full operation as Lamyra took Kitten with a vengeance and had the pink haired girl cried out in sounds that was well past the point of ecstasy to the blissful realm of total elation. The green- haired girl was obviously delighting in licking every inch of her playmate, just as Kitten was making noises worthy of her namesake, just as obviously approving of the treatment that she was receiving. (But was Tsuyori imagining things or did it actually seem as though near-invisible tendrils were playing about her sister's body?) Still, the game was afoot and Tsuyori was only just starting to have fun with her new playmates, so she would allow the girls their time to recover, then have Silver and Ranko go at it again, fully confident that their competitive spirits would urge them to continue to perform with much of the energy that she had already seen them demonstrate. With just a little encouragement she would have them eating out of each other's laps once again (among other features), and then she would have her own measure of "good-clean-fun" before finally rewarding Akira's tormented patience by having him fulfill his own needs by releasing his load in the party with whom he was meant to copulate, and then...well...that would be entirely up to the parties in question, she thought with a leer as she silently thanked the Powers that be for the chance to indulge in such pleasures with two such willing and dynamic houseguests. It was times such as these that it was truly good to be born a Miroku... * * * 10. Mix and Match Kodachi Kuno --Miroku House Concubine-wife of Ranma Toltiir --Elder God of Mischief Tinkerbell Tendo Omake Tendo Tsuyosa Hibiki Watazashi Saotome Rose Saotome Shiromitsu Suzuka Yuan-Yen Tendo Thorn Saotome Tenshin Saotome Kinko Kuonji Achika Hibiki Bracelet Saotome Rinse Saotome Tenko Masaki Shikari Mido Bonbori Tendo Tachi Kuno Atari Moroboshi Shibari Tendo Koi Mido Lylac Tendo Tenko Masaki Kashiko Tendo Ekko Daitokuji Veil Morisato Kurenai Mido Kama Sutra Saotome Price Tendo "...And here," Kodachi was explaining to her odd companion, "...Is what we like to call our communal playroom, where young and old alike come to relax and indulge in life's simple pleasures, as you can see by our children, who appear to be enjoying themselves at the moment...Oh my!" "Oh my?" Toltir cocked a salt-and-pepper eyebrow as he regarded a scene of debauchery and carnal enjoyments taking place before them, "This is your idea of relaxing? Whatever happened to playing billiards and card games?" "Oh hush," Kodachi chided as she took meticulous interest in the sight of her two daughters, Rose and Thorn, who were double-teaming a bodacious blonde cutie who had the most heavenly looks of unearthly, exotic beauty, the mere sight of whom gave Kodachi a thrill and made her hope that her children would be generous enough later on to share this one with their mother, "What would be the point of that? Besides, the children do need to keep practicing their arts if they are to deepen their mastery of Sexcraft." "If you wanna put it that way, fine by me," Toltiir shrugged, "I'm not exactly a truant officer, but I can't help wondering if these kids ever go to a regular high school." "We have our own school for those pre-school aged to junior high school," Kodachi replied, "But some of the older children do attend a local high school so that they gain the socializing skills that they will need to prosper in the world outside House Miroku. Necessarily we have an arrangement with the local school administrators so that most of our children are allowed to take home tutoring so that they can work in our restaurant by day and not have to interrupt their training. As you no doubt already know, attendance for those over sixteen is not mandatory as it would be in other countries..." "Yeah, I know," Toltiir replied, "Kids have to be accepted into high school, and they have to pass rigorous tests that cause some of the highest teen suicide rates in the world. Glad to see your kids don't suffer from performance anxiety." "Just so," Kodachi nodded, then paused as he heard a cry of particular delight and turned her focus towards the beautiful girl known as Watazashi, who was presently held spread-eagled on the pool table while Shiromitsu was mounting her from above, running his manhood in and out of her exposed opening with strong and determined pelvic thrusts that were eliciting a response altogether positive in nature. The athletic young woman (who reminded Kodachi so powerfully much of herself at a young age) who had seemed to attached to the beauteous Yuan-Yen did not seem to very much mind the fact that her dearly beloved was on the floor screwing around with Omake, Tsuyori and Tenshin with total abandon. The sight was altogether surprising and yet powerfully alluring as she found it all too easy to identify with Watazashi, having herself enjoyed that position on numerous occasions. "Well, come along then," Watazashi said with some reluctance, "Let's leave the children to their own devices and I'll show you next to our other playroom, and then we'll stop by an area we call the Blue Room." "Sounds good to me," Toltiir spared one last glance at the winged Kinko, who was definitely screwing to delight the indigo-haired Bracelet, "I doubt a bomb going off in that room would even get a rise out of these kids." The next chamber over was an even more elaborately furnished chamber that could have doubled as a mid-sized dungeon, and in the middle of this were a pair of girls suspended on a pair of swing-like harnesses that dangled by chains from the ceiling. Currently engaging this pair were two other girls with strap-on vibrating two-way harnesses presently humping them royally, while behind them two more girls were doing the same to them with harnessed double-dong vibrators of their own, while yet two more girls were busy playing with the boobs of the second pair of women, all eight of which were making noises that were alternately pleasurable and distressed, as if the entire room was about to explode into one gigantic multi-clit climax that would shake the rafters and blow the roof off the whole chamber. This energetic scene of girls with multi- hued haircolors and styles was enough to bring a rise of pleasurable satisfaction from Kodachi, who looked on at this scene with a mingled sense of pride and envy. "Ah," she sighed, "It does a mother proud to see young people these days upholding traditional values." "Guess that's one way of putting it," Toltiir replied, "But I think---for the sake of safety---we had better clear out from ground-zero over there because I think the Oni chick is about to blow the electric bill for a good sized villa, and the Jurai fem is going to be about a millisecond behind her." "Eh?" Kodachi became aware of the rising electrostatic tension in the air and did a quick calculation, "Good point. Some orgies are best viewed from the safety of an insulated Plexiglas booth, though I'm sure when things cool down that things will more-or-less be back to normal." "Whatever definition of normal you go by," Toltiir said as they closed the door and continued down the hallway, only to have the floor rock under their feet a second later by a blast that knocked said door off of its hinges. "I must make a note to speak with Nabiki about this," Kodachi noted without missing a beat, "Next time we should invest in more insulation in that particular playroom." "Not to mention a tougher pair of hinges," Toltiir added, his cat-like dignity barely ruffled. A short time later they found a room with even more tasteful furnishings set to the color of aquamarine with aquariums adorning the walls and a pleasant kind of hum in the air that was soothing to the nerves and distinctly erotic in tone and nature...fitting accompaniment to the sight that greeted them in the main area of the room, where eight comely lasses were pleasantly setting about to screw one another silly in various interesting ways that brought a raised eyebrow even to the cynical cat-God. "Blue room, huh?" Toltiir remarked, "It fits." "Well now," Kodachi smiled broadly, "I can see Kama-Sutra has matters well in hand here...in a manner of speaking." "You sure named her right," Toltiir agreed, seeing the improbable three-way Yoga-like body postures of the dark purple haired Kama, who was twined in passion with the redheaded Ekko and the purple-haired Lylac. Off to the side Bonbori and Koi were co-mingling their essence with a deliriously around Veil Morisato and Tenko Masaki, hands, mouths, tongues and fingers probing orifices and giving delight to each other's bodies, sharing warmth and intimacy on a level that seemed altogether strange and wonderful to the recent explorers indulging in such delighted carnal passions. "Yes, things do seem to be moving along just fine here," Kodachi smiled, "Swimmingly, of course," she added, then paused as she saw Shibari appear from a side-door bearing cords of nylon rope in her hands with the obvious intent of putting it to good use, at which point Kodachi said, "More than fine, in fact, I'd say things were about to be tied up together in a nice, neat package." Toltiir paused a moment to reflect on the name of the girl holding the ropes, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to know!" "Shibari dear," Kodachi called out to Shikari's twin sister. "Yes, Auntie?" Shibari asked, turning a curious look her way. "By all means do have fun," Kodachi urged, "But be mindful of the time. Dinner will be in only a few hours, and before that happens we should be sure to bathe and wash these strangers so that we can have them ready for dinner. After all, it pays to make a good impression." "I'll remember that, Auntie," Shibari smiled, then turned back to her intended targets, snapping the rope in her hands while smiling as she contemplated her multiple targets... Toltiir did a quick scan of this girl's mind and promptly decided it was enough, and that the girl was well-named indeed as she was a consummate mistress of Japanese robe bondage, and the things that she could do with a set of nylon chord would have shocked the Marquis d'Sade with the sheer audacity and inventiveness of her perverse imagination. Despite some qualms he had about leaving the daughter of a good friend at the mercy of such a creature (Belldandy would never forgive him if she knew about this!), he had a strong hunch that direct intervention would not be very much appreciated by Veil Morisato, who had every indication given to wanting to explore the full extent of all the Miroku had to teach her and her beloved Princess Tenko. Kodachi lingered just long enough to savor the sweet atmosphere of fem-to-fem sex going full throttle then reluctantly turned away and led Toltiir further on into the complex, stopping at last at a particular room with hardly a knock to announce her entrance. With a broad smile on her lips she said, "Miko-chan, Ranma-Sama, we have a guest---OH MY!!!" That was the general consensus as far as Toltiir was concerned, for there before them was the battle scarred and hardened body of Ranma Saotome (TC) being pleasurably attended to by five Miroku women, not least of whom was the one named Miko Mido. Standing off to one side were two very different versions of Ryoga, another smirking Ranma (Miroku), and two other male figures whom Toltiir knew at once to be Lord Dan Suzuka and his loyal minion, the hermaphrodite, Ranmaru. The Time Patrol Ranma appeared to be getting lavish attention from these buxom beauties who were the elders of the Miroku house, with Miko being the one currently licking around the scrotum of the distressed-seeming Saotome. She looked up in pleasant surprise and gave Kodachi an affectionate leer that was plainly an open invitation. "Company, 'Dachi-chan? Well now...such a handsome guest!" coed the clan leader of the Miroku, "Come on in and join the fun, handsome stranger..." "Stranger?" Ryoga (TC) turned around and said, "You?" "Me," Toltiir replied before nodding his head towards the Time Patrol Ranma, "What happened here? Saotome win the jackpot or something?" "Aw, we're just giving my Paratime Bro a good warm-up for the big fiesta," Ranma (M) replied, "This is Miroku House's idea of a Bachelor party, and you gotta admit that this sure beats having a girl pop out of a cake. In a short time from now, he's gonna make his Nabiki into an honest woman." "Really?" Kodachi said in amusement, "I didn't know he could perform that sort of miracle...how intriguing." Miko grinned at that and said, "Wanna take over, 'Dachi? It's your turn to play with the Man-Flute." "I thought you would never ask," Kodachi's hungry leer broadened and without further preamble she slipped out of her dress, revealing that she wore no underwear underneath, though her figure was remarkably girlish for a woman in her late thirties. "K-K-Kodachi???" Ranma (TC) gasped as his eyes went wide, taking in the sight of the voluptuous lady Kuno. His dismay turned to actual terror as he saw Kodachi sink to her knees as she presented herself before him, and without further preamble she took firm hold of his stiff manhood in soft hands and guided it into the slot formed between her full bosoms, and then she proceeded to gently rub them up and down the shaft as Ranma (TC) looked on with a horrified expression. "My," Kodachi purred, "You certainly are rather tense and stiff, my darling Ranma-sama, but I know just the thing to help you to relax...in every sense but the one you will need for pleasuring Nabiki." "Ah..." Ryoga said, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean..." "Hey, trust her," Ranma (M) said, "'Dachi gives good head, and I should know since I've been plugging all of her openings for the better part of two decades." "But-but---but...!?" Ranma (TC) sputtered in disbelief that turned to perverse fascination as he saw Kodachi open her mouth and take the ball end of his shaft in, licking and kissing it before pushing it in even deeper." "Watch what you say about 'Dachi, Bub," Ranma (M) warned with a light growl, "That happens to be one of my wives who's giving you a blowjob to remember." "You know," Toltiir remarked, "Somehow forgetting about this doesn't seem too likely to happen, eh, Special Agent Saotome?" "A-A-AAAAAHHH!!!" Ranma (TC) rolled back his head, not able to climax but very much amazed when he felt something swell up within him like the backwash of a river that had been dammed from its normal outflow. "You see, my friend?" Dan smirked with obvious relish, "Kodachi is one of the most accomplished oral experts in House Miroku. You can well trust yourself in her hands, she has never yet left a lover disappointed." Toltiir privately mused that being in Kodachi's "hands" did not seem to be the problem that most concerned the Time Patrol version of Saotome, who was presently being supported by the other girls, who conversely held him motionless and unable to escape as Kodachi took more and more of him down into her throat as though to devour his man-sausage whole, and if anything it was more like the "Lion's Mouth" that Ranma was fearing, the Black Rose giving every evidence of a hungry predator who would gleefully devour him whole, if it were permitted. "In less than an hour you will have the release you seek, Saotome," mused Ranmaru, "That is if you do not pass out with a case of terminal blue-balls, of course." "Hey, be nice, Ran-kun," Ranma (M) chided, "It's been twenty hears since the guy had any, not counting that one ride on the Wheel of Ecchi." "And even there he had to have Nabiki strapped down in a harness before he could bed her," noted the Miroku house version of Ryoga. "Really?" Miko mused, "What a pity..." "A pity we couldn't be there to watch and take part in the fun you mean," added Miyu from where she was nuzzling Ranma's collarbone. "Yes," Yaku sighed as she rubbed her full bosoms up against Ranma (TC)'s hard chest, "And even more of a pity we can't take this Ranma right here and now like we did the first time with our Ranma. Remember that time, girls? All of us and the Stud, and the way he managed to last through seven consecutive climaxes?" "What?" Ryoga (TC) blinked, "SEVEN?" "Hey, it was his first time," Ryoga (M) shrugged, "Since then he's had a lot more practice." "That he has," grinned Botsasu as she rubbed her breasts up and down Ranma(TC)'s right leg, using her hard nipples to further excite him, "Guess we'll just have to content ourselves with getting him ready for the wedding, girls, and save our best for the reception, where we can have our usual group orgy, just us, the boys and the older kids together." "The...Older kids?" Ryoga (TC) blinked. "The ones who are seventeen or older, of course," Ryoga (M) explained, "Ready to graduate with honors as full-fledged Miroku." "After all," Dan mused, "There is nothing wrong with a little in-house incest for those with the mental and emotional maturity to handle screwing their aunts and their mothers." "But only if you keep it strictly in the family," added Miko with a leer that was heartfelt, "Some day our children will be moving on and having children of their own to raise in the Miroku arts, and we want them to be fully accomplished at Sexcraft for when they go out into the world and encounter odd groups of renegade Shikima." "Which happens a lot on most major college campuses these days," mused Miyu, "Which just goes to show that what the world needs are a lot more Miroku." "We're working on that part with the kids under fourteen years of age," Yaku noted, "But they're too young to work in a restaurant, so we mostly leave them in the care of our grandparents, especially Lemon, the Amazon Elder." "Lemon?" Ryoga (TC) blinked his eyes in confusion. "Le-Mon," Ranmaru corrected, "A formidable woman who is the Chinese equivalent of a Miroku. Among her tribe she was considered an outcast...'Happosai's Understudy' was what they liked to call her, but here in Japan, with her Uncle Happosai helping to run the Tendo Dojo on behalf of Lord and Lady Tendo..."" "That's Soun and Hinako in case you're wondering, Bro," Ranma (M) elaborated, "They got hitched not long after we all started shacking up together, and the kids they don't look after wind up studying under Pop and my Mom, who teach the boys all about manhood and the girls about the virtues of being born female." "Terrific," Ranma (TC) gasped, still unable to take his eyes away from the unbelievable sight of Kodachi Kuno giving him a blowjob (and one HELL of a good one from the feel of her velvety throat!), "With those kind of role models...it no wonder the kids...turned out like they did..." "Try not to look at it as a negative, Ranma-kun," Botsasu pouted. "Yeah," Yaku smiled as she rose to her feet and took him by one hand to encourage him to squeeze one of her ripe and juicy nipples, "You don't hear any of our kids complaining, do you?" "Urk," Ranma (TC) said as he felt a trickle of milk run down his fingers, discovering by this means that the green-haired Were-woman was lactating, a thought that triggered in him the horrified thought, [IF NABIKI EVER FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS---!!!]... And---not very far away as these things went, it just so happened that his promised bride was also thinking much the same thing with, [IF RANMA-KUN EVER FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS---!!!] herself being the recipient of much lavish and devoted attention. Bad enough to have somehow submitted herself to being oiled and massaged by a tribe of incestuous Hentais, or of having a counterpart to herself and both of her sisters making out with her with no apologies or holds barred, or of having Ukyo and Shampoo join in on the pleasure, but now she had two versions of Akari and Ryonami to contend with, to say nothing of such an amorous sexpot as the blond-haired Fubuki all but climb all over her, as though Nabiki were her personal property and plaything...or something! Either version! And at the center of it all was a poor, defenseless, confused and fiendishly turned-on Lore Master getting reamed on all sides by hands, lips, tongues and fingers that seemed to know her every nook and cranny by heart and could stimulate her pleasure-nerves with cunning efficiency and merciless devotion. Nabiki (TC)'s mind was purely ecstatic as she crested somewhere above the clouds, transported from a vessel of mere flesh into some higher dimension of awareness in which she was pure emotional energy, sexual drive and dynamism, aching with the need to explode in lusty consummation, yet held back along the edge by a force greater than her own will, a voice that kept insisting that she had to wait for just the right moment. Of them all, only Ryonami had ever shared intimacies like this with Nabiki (TC), and no one else did the sole survivor of the Tendo clan trust in such a personable manner. Until now she had---either consciously or unconsciously--- been "saving herself for Ranma," and sex with another girl had not seemed like "cheating" to her perspective. Ryonami had been her friend since childhood, and her most trusted of lieutenants, the only person she felt comfortable around (other than Kasumi, and that was for very different reasons) and the only one she felt that she could trust with her most intimate secrets. Loyalty to Nabiki had always been one of Ryonami's strongest qualities, and the girl could be counted on not to share what she knew or to use it to Nabiki's disadvantage. If Ryonami had been a man she probably would have married her (instead of allowing Ryonami to drift to that strange relationship that developed between her and Gosunkuji...), and when she needed a shoulder to cry upon (a very rare incident indeed), Ryonami was always there with a smile and a handkerchief with no questions asked and only a cheerfully understanding disposition. It was for all these reasons (and more) that Nabiki had finally consented to "give in" and indulge in a little "harmless" mutual exploration...nothing too serious, just one night when they had been forced to share the same bed due to a scheduling mix-up on a school field trip when Ryonami was just THERE and Nabiki was feeling a little too bored and restless, and curiosity overcame her usual reserve, and Ryonami had been willing to "experiment a little." Nothing was said outright or even afterwards, but both of them knew something fundamental had changed in the nature of their relationship, and not long after this Ryonami transferred to a different high school. Nabiki had been disappointed by this, but to her surprise found that Ryonami kept in touch and had been abroad for a time before coming home in time to join Nabiki when the two of them finally enrolled together in their first semester of college. It was when they wound up sharing a room in a dorm together that things really changed for them both in a rather dramatic and unexpected manner. It was as if they had both been waiting for that moment to finally let their hair down and discover if their mutual "feel-fest" in high school was merely a fluke or an indication of something even deeper beneath the surface. For a time Nabiki had even wondered if she were in love with her favorite "numbers cruncher" (as she liked to call Ryonami in those days), but finally settled for the easy companionship that her "Ryo-chan" could give since it was already too late and Nabiki had really and truly given her heart to another...and not even been the wiser for the giving! It was the year that reality went crashing down upon her head, the year that the marriage between Ranma and Akane deteriorated before her very eyes, when she would come home on a visit and see Ranma all but reduced to a skeleton of his former robust health and martial glory by an Akane who was quite plainly out of control and headed for a path of self-destruction. Nabiki had stood on the sidelines and watched as Ukyo tried vainly to pry Ranma away from his fate, but the baka's stubborn refusal to admit the obvious had wrenched at even Nabiki once-cold heart as she saw how hard Ranma tried to please an unwinnable Akane...and then that terrible bitter ending...when Nabiki had been on hand in time to see Akane skewer her former rival as Ukyo took a sword blade that had been meant for Ranma... Yeah, that was a pretty tough blow to all that Nabiki had thought she had formerly known about her life in Nerima. All of her illusions, pretensions and denials had melted away as she had stood petrified like a statue seeing the unholy rage turn her baby sister into a virtual demon. For one moment she had thought Akane really and truly had killed Ranma along with Kuonji, and the lurching of emotion welling up in her right there and then had shattered her former complacency forever. Thank the Kami that Kasumi had the presence of mind to act when she did, or that Doctor Tofu was already headed towards their house at her invitation, so when Kasumi had pried away the sword from Akane's hand after screaming out to Akane that she had just killed her husband...and all Nabiki could do was to stare at the crimson stains on the sword blade as it went flying to land nearly at her feet. For the longest time she had stared at the sword as if in mute fascination while Kasumi tended to Ranma's already-present wounds while Akane had folded up into a fetal position, wailing about some Demon or Oni making her do it... To this day Nabiki had wondered at the strange play of emotions that washed through her while Kasumi did what she had to in order to save the life of Ranma. Ukyo was already beyond help, but by the time Tofu arrived on the scene he had seen the way Kasumi had competently used her first aid skills to prevent Ranma from bleeding to death, and even so it would require forty-nine stitches to close the gash that the sword had made to Ranma's shoulder. Nabiki had wondered at the odd thoughts that ran through her mind while this happened, right up until Tofu managed to snap her out of her daze and send her into the house to get the supplies that he needed. She could still remember thinking of picking up the blade and pressing its tip against her own breastbone, of falling on her sword like some refugee from a Samurai movie...and what on earth would possess her to ever do that? Only later would she realize that the strange, almost unfamiliar sensation that had filled her back then, an emotion that previously she would have ignored had it made its presence known was what other people would call a "Guilty Conscience." It was as if her mind were reacting to the scene of tragedy not with a declaration of "Akane did this" but rather a more complex emotion that went something like, "I KILLED RANMA!" Such feelings of personal responsibility and self-recrimination would only grow stronger after she had time to seriously think about what had happened. Her state of mind was not at all made better when Akane was ruled "Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity" and consigned to a mental hospital for the remainder of her days, nor was she in any better shape when her beloved older sister, Kasumi, would join her shortly after. Whatever strength of character or will had enabled Kasumi to remain in control when Ranma needed her aid gradually crumbled and deserted her altogether as the eldest Tendo sister suffered a delayed nervous breakdown, complaining about blood stains that she could not work out from her dress or the floorboards of the dojo. She claimed to see Kuonji's ghost haunting the site of her demise, and gradually she lost the ability to take care of herself, along with the will to live, and seeing her deteriorate had caused a similar such reaction in their father, who had long depended on Kasumi for the bedrock pillar of his overly emotional well being. Why had she not gone insane like the rest of her family? Why had guilt not crushed her soul the way it had her father and much-loved older sister? Nabiki could never truly find and answer to this that would completely satisfy her, but she believed that part of the reason she stayed relatively sane was that Ryonami had been there to support her, to let her know that someone did not blame her for what had happened, or hold it against Nabiki that she had not done anything to prevent the crisis such as intervene in time to get Akane the help she desperately needed. In truth Nabiki had tried to convince their father that Akane's behavior was becoming erratic, she had read books on the subject and had come to the conclusion that Ranma was in serious danger, but that DAMNABLE trait of all Japanese families, PRIDE, had prevented anyone else from either seeing or accepting the fact that the marriage was doomed and would never produce offspring. There would be no "little Ranko" in this marriage to justify all the time and trauma, the endless suffering and heartache that preceded the bitter ending. In truth it had been Akane who refused to see that she had a problem, Akane who set all her blame on Ranma and would not seek professional counseling, the way Kuonji had tried to do for Ranma. In truth it had surprised Nabiki, after the fact, to learn that Ranma had enrolled in just such a counseling service. Such things were rare in Japan, a society that had a long history of denial and evasion on the subject of Spousal Abuse, and to learn after the fact that Ranma had been helping these women by teaching them "Self-Defense" courses (until Akane found out about it and forced him to stop altogether). It had given Nabiki new insight into his character (and to Kuonji's too, though that was a different story) and helped her find the clue she needed to help bring Ranma out of his steep depression when he was released from the hospital with a clean bill of health. Nabiki had coordinated with the director of that clinic to get Ranma back into attending classes so that the women he had helped could help him recover from his loss...and, of course, Ryonami had been there to back Nabiki up and counter all of Saotome's half-hearted objections. Over the years ever since Nabiki had never lost her feelings of gratitude for Ryonami's friendship, and even after Nabiki dropped out of college and began her years of wandering and self-exile (which culminated in her arrival at a certain Chinese village, where she would eventually meet her Mistress, Lotion) she had managed to keep in touch with Ryonami, her anchor to the world and the one true friend that she had in all her lonely existence. After eventually winding up with the Time Patrol and earning the position of a dispatcher she would look Ryonami up and offer her a job as her assistant, and never once had she even believed that Ryonami would say no, for it was as though the two of them knew that they belonged together...rather like a romance heroine and her faithful side-kick. They would eventually find the time to screw around on the sly, but that came later after Nabiki began to like herself once more as a person. In truth it was just because she was Ryonami, and supportive, that Nabiki had found her companionship so endearing that a little "post graduate fucking" had seemed the proper way of expressing her gratitude and affection for Ryonami. Besides which, Ryonami was such a HOTTIE! Nabiki had never found it difficult to yield to temptation when it came to their 'screwing around" together. It was not as serious as a romance, so it had a more casual feel to it, and not something they felt compelled to do, like two partners in a marriage. If one or both of them was in the mood, fine, if not, that was also fine, and it was just as emotionally pleasing to spend time together in other pursuits. Besides, Ryonami by then had a family of her own to care for and could not afford the entanglement of a serious affair, just as Nabiki knew implicitly that she had committed herself to Ranma and would one day claim him as her husband... That thought brought a sudden jolt back to Nabiki, who had been so overwhelmed by the sensations all around her that she had almost lost all objectivity over the situation! Yes, here was a Kasumi who was very much alive (and leaving Nabiki in no doubt of that whatsoever!) while Akane was whole and sane and had her mouth firmly latched onto one of Nabiki's bosoms. Ukyo and Shampoo were nuzzling her hips and ass-cheeks with some well-placed tongue-flicks while the girl named Fubuki was attending to Nabiki's other breast (and doing it quite well, much to Nabiki surprise and heartfelt approval). Meanwhile on the floor knelt Ryonami, her mouth covering Nabiki's bush with a tongue expertly reaming her labia walls with much-practiced strokes perfected from long and arduous hours when the both of them had been ensconced in one of their private trysts together. Meanwhile both Akaris were on the floor and busy exploring the "similarities and differences" in their anatomy like a pair of happily squealing piglets "making bacon." It made Nabiki altogether conscious of the fact that Kasumi and the other Nabiki were the only things holding her up above the floor as they stood behind her back running their hands over her shoulders (and probably each other as well, if Nabiki TC could trust her Lore Master senses). It was Ryonami's presence that was by far the most familiar, and yet having her friend here to "wish her well in her impending marriage to Ranma" that seemed the most bizarre trait by far, as though Ryonami's idea of a proper "Send-Off" was to milk Nabiki's loins of their last ounce of jism. Staring down at her friend (and sometime lover) made Nabiki's toes curl as she wondered about whether or not she was giving up just this sort of affair by consenting to marry Ranma. Ryonami meant more to her than she had heretofore suspected, and discovering this made Nabiki marvel at the whole inexplicable situation. Would she ever again know the feeling of that soft tongue reaming her out and driving her steadily to such a mind-blowing distraction? In spite of her desire for the wedding, she certainly hoped that this would not be the end of all sexual congress between them! Perhaps Ryonami knew what was in her mind (she had that uncanny gift of guessing Nabiki's thoughts without needing to hear them aloud), for she saw her friend open her eyes and smile at her, then wink up the length of her body before going back to work again attempting to undo the effects of whatever nerve block the Miroku had used to prevent her having a climax! And that brought home once again what was impending in the background...that she was about to marry Ranma, that life for her was about to change once again in possibly strange and unexpected directions. More than likely she would come to rely on Ryonami's support in the future, and it was comforting to know that she could lean on her (in more than just the sense that much of her weight was now focused upon her pelvis) in times to come...and not just times cumming! Still and all...the idea that she was marrying RANMA...after almost twenty years of secret longing and denial... What else was a material girl to do beside go with the flow at this point? And with that single thought she abandoned herself to live in the moment, aware of the comely and desirable bodies pressing in on her from all sides, sisters and "semi-friends" from her misspent childhood, and nothing do to but go "crazy with lust" as she abandoned all pretenses. Besides...a girl growing up in Nerima could hardly have helped having certain FANTASIES about what it might be like to...oh, say...fondle Shampoo's ample chest to determine that those boobs were 100% genuine, or give Kuonji a reaming out that would confirm if she were more girl than guy, or find out what the heck it was about this Fubuki that was such a turn-on for her counterpart. To be sure there were other questions that surfaced in her mind about whether Akane liked girls more than guys, or if Kasumi was really all that "prim and proper" when you tongued her, and---most especially of all---whether or not making out with a radically different version of yourself constituted a "favorite fantasy" by exploring that option with her too-willing counterpart, all in the time remaining between then and when she was officially supposed to be walking down the aisle with Ranma! She would worry about technical problems like "commitment" and "fidelity" after she had time to sober, for now was the time to PARTY, for tomorrow she might be a WIFE (and what better way to head off a nervous breakdown at the emotions that word conjured?). She only hoped that Ranko was getting along on her own because Nabiki planned to be busy for a while and would not have the time nor energy to extend her consciousness and see how her adopted protégé was doing... * * * 11. Red on Silver (Round Two) Tsuyori's instructions for this time around had been forthrightly simple: "Do whatever you feel like doing and let yourself be guided by your instincts." These were instructions that Silver had no trouble following as she took a more aggressive role this time around, compelling Ranko to lay on her back once again while she used her mouth, hands and lips to explore over areas of the redhead's taut body that previously had been left open only to pure speculation. Such as Ranko's feet, as a matter of fact, which Silver was now busy "cleaning" with her tongue (though after their time in the sauna, they were pretty clean to begin with). This was producing the desired effect of getting Ranko to alternately laugh and groan at the surprising sensations a tongue was giving to her ball, instep and ankle, especially when Silver reamed the space between her toes and licked around the edges before taking the big toe in her mouth and sucking on it as though it were a cock, all of which combined to give Ranko the most delightful sensations that the redhead had not even previously suspected. Even as this went on, however, Ranko was far from idle, using her free foot to nuzzle Silver's moistened bush with cunning accuracy and detail as though guided by instinct to know just exactly how to use that foot to fondle and caress her. Silver spread her knees farther apart and did not resist the soft intrusion of that foot against her pelvis. If anything the sensations Ranko produced in her brought a smile and a sense of budding confidence that made Silver decide just how to "pay back" the redhead for the "screw job" with the tongue flick, and opportunity came knocking when the Miroku girl named Price entered the room holding a pitcher of water (along with a teakettle), stumbling on the scene of rampant debauchery going on all around, which created the opportunity that Silver was seeking. "Oneechan," Price had said to Tsuyori as she scanned the room with lifted eyebrows, "You didn't tell me you were throwing this kind of party..." "Did you suspect any other kind?" Tsuyori smiled back, "You did bring the cold and heated water like I asked?" "Sure did," Price smiled, then struck a pose that left little doubt of who was her principle parent, "That's five hundred yen you owe me, unless you want to pay me back with 'special favors?'" "We'll negotiate that in a minute, Imoutochan..." Tsuyori began to say when Silver all at once leaped to her feet and snatched the pitcher from the tray, partially pouring its contents over her head and triggering her transformation into her masculine aspect, which was darker haired and larger in ALL proportions. "Now we're in business!" Silver grinned, eyeing the surprised Ranko like a hungry lecher, "Get ready for a royal screw job, Bitch! You've had this cumming all morning!" "But..." Tsuyori started to protest, then thought better of it as she saw the now black-haired "Silver-kun" pounce on a startled Ranko like a cat cornering a mouse, to which the Miroku girl said, "Never mind..." and signaled to Price that she should be seated. Ranko was taken completely off her guard as Silver-kun bore down on her, a MAN now in all senses of the term, and so well hung that it made her eyes widen like a character from an Anime. Without preamble this guy proceeded to kiss and devour her with hungry attention to every inch of her face, and yet not so coarse and crude in his methods that this treatment could at all be resented. Ranko became aware of the press of his chest against her bosoms and found the scent of this man was not at all unpleasant. It was such a startling contrast from the female Silver that she found herself off-guard, vulnerable and helpless to resist him. Any thought of fending him off evaporated within the first few seconds as he began to kiss his way down her cheek and neckline to gradually work his way further south as Ranko arched her back and permitted him full body access. "Oh my," Price said with a mutely astonished expression. "My sentiments exactly," Tsuyori noted, "His technique is crude and even rudimentary, but he shows real promise and has good instincts. Notice how he keeps her aroused and almost fearful of his strength without actually overpowering her in a physical manner? That's the reflex many women have when presented with a strong and aggressive Alpha-male, the intuitive yielding to his strength and the perceived virility that he represents. Some women are drawn to men of status and position within a hierarchy, but Ranko-chan is drawn to strength and nobility. She's an Alpha female and she rewards herself only to the guy who comes close to meeting her demanding physical and emotional standards." "In other words she's turned on by his guy-thing," Price remarked, "Good thing I turned fifteen two months ago or I wouldn't know what that was like, but I sure wish I got here earlier so I could have watched them go at it Fem-to-Fem style." "It was...a pretty energetic training session so far," Tsuyori smiled, "You definitely would have enjoyed it. Still may if things continue to progress as I anticipate." Price nodded mutely and scanned the room, seeing Kitten going at it with what looked like a green-haired Shikima in full heat (nothing unusual about that, though she was surprised a Shikima had come visiting this early in the day) while the guy named Akira was being smothered by Bukotei and Sakura, one sitting on his dick, the other on his face while the two went at it on top of him like a pair of hungry wildcats, playing with each other's "breast-meat." Meanwhile Ranko was getting suckled once more by a hungry Silver-kun, who had his mouth latched firmly over one stiff breast as though he were trying to draw milk from her teat, and this while she felt the overpowering sense of raw masculinity in the air, driving her until-now Fem-crazy senses to distraction. Silver-kun was exactly the same in his technique as before, but now backed by the larger size and greater strength of a man's body and appetites, and with her the prime course on his menu! "I see what you mean by energetic," Price remarked, "Is it just the curse that's making him act so aggressive?" "No, it's pure lust, driven by a will to exceed in any competition," Tsuyori replied, "Silver lost the first round, so now she's determined to win the second, not that Ranko seems to mind the sudden reversal in their fortunes." "I see," Price smiled, "Somebody should teach him to slow down a bit and not get so carried away this early in the matter. At the rate he's going he'll pop his cork inside of the next five minutes." "I give him seven at max," Tsuyori agreed, "With the inside track on him becoming a two-minute wonder, like when he mounted me earlier this morning." "You got a ride on THAT, Sis?" Price indicated the "Donkey Dong" that was dangling from between Silver-kun's legs, "I am SOOOO jealous!" "Don't worry," Tsuyori said, "They'll be time enough for that...later...just see? Those aggressive instincts you just noted are about to come to the fore again. I believe sister Ranko is about to learn a thing or two about what it means to be "rear-mounted." As she said this Silver-kun had been nibbling out in the space between Silver's legs, but he no longer felt content to "merely" indulge in some "harmless" cunnalingus, and tongue-lashing Ranko to another full orgasm was hardly the first thing on his agenda. This time, instead, he got up off of the not-yet- satisfied Ranko, puzzling her until Silver-kun picked her up and flipped her over into a "face-down" position, then wrapped the redhead's warrior-braid around one hand to provide appropriate leverage while his other free hand played with her loins and "encouraged her" to spread her knees farther apart while lifting her fanny in the air with her face and arms braced against the floor in a "tilted-Doggie" position. With his free fingers he played about her loins until they were well and firmly lubricated, then slipped those fingers up to Ranko's right little anus and began to insert a digit part of the way to coat this "other entrance." "What...?" Ranko started to feel a sense of alarm, but by this point it was too late for her to resist or offer even the most token of protests. "Gonna give you a new kind of ride, Bitch," Silver mused in a lusty tone of fully-masculine arousal, "It's tight down there, but you ought to be able to fit me." "WHAT?" Ranko's eyes widened and she tried to push off the floor, only to be forced back down as a second finger entered the hole, along with the first, followed by a third digit until all three fingers were "smoothing" the way and widening her sphincter to accommodate something considerably larger than a finger. "Oh my indeed," Price said, "You were right on the money, as usual, Oneechan." "Just comes from being partially precognitive," Tsuyori replied, "Let's watch and see if he really can get a sausage like that all the way into our sister, Ranko." Ranko felt the press of something large and round "knocking" at her back door and felt a momentary surge of panic, and then she felt the rod force its way into her fanny, causing her to unconsciously spread her legs a little wider and relax her sphincter as Silver pushed it part of the way in, then held back and withdrew after only a few seconds. A second thrust went even deeper, followed by a third and---at long last---it slid all of the rest of the way into her. Ranko's eyes got VERY wide as a feeling of being stuffed up to her spine made it seem for a moment as though she were passing a log the size of her forearm, and for a moment she feared that his "meat" was going to tear her in half, so great was the pressure of having him inside her to the hilt! But then her body instinctively relaxed and accommodated the presence of a nine- inch member going "where no Man had ever gone before!" It was amazing the kinds of sensations that awoke in her on having him "fill her up" in such a manner. Silver-kun's "rod" was certainly a tight fit, but now that it was fully sheathed within her she could relax around him and let her sphincter muscles tighten to hold him firmly trapped within her. Silver-kun grunted slightly at feeling the sudden "grip" around the base of his shaft, but by now he was fully committed to reaming her pretty ass, and Ranko had been "asking for this" all day! With only a moment to settle in and adjust himself to his new accommodations, he proceeded to rock his hips back and forth ever-so-slightly to cause the "meat" to grind against her insides. Ranko groaned appropriately and started to rock back in a slow counterpoint to his movements, thereby further intensifying the friction. "Are you sure those two are amateurs?" Price asked with surprise plainly written on her features. "Talented amateurs, yes," Tsuyori replied, "Yet what they lack in technique they more than make up for in spirit and sex drive." "If I didn't know any better," Price mused, "I'd swear those two had been screwing each other all of their lives, like Miroku." "They just met today, but it's plain that they are kindred spirits," Tsuyori agreed, "There is significant chemistry between them, and I dare say that they are becoming more intensely attracted the longer they are together." "By the way," Price turned to see the "other guy" in the room, whose muffled groans were being smothered by Bukotei, "I've been meaning to ask...why are they torturing that guy instead of bringing him off like they're supposed to?" "They're saving him in reserve, Sister dear," Tsuyori ginned, "Watch and learn, you are about to see the double-edged sword that is a Nanniichuan 'curse,' if curse is the word that suitably applies here." Ranko's breath caught as she felt an incredible surge of emotion and bodily fluids rising up within her, and to her amazement she climaxed again, feeling her whole body shudder and vibrate from the "ride" that she was experiencing. Instinctively she reached out with a free hand and touched her clitoris to stimulate it, guiding her body through the marvelous "afterglow" of her third intense orgasm experienced within the hour. Her gyrations proved to be the straw that broke the dike as Silver felt his own organ shudder and climax, shooting hot liquid up into the spine of his new "conquest," causing Ranko to shudder again as she brought herself off to a crashing forth orgasm! This time the seas not only sought to drown her but to drive her under with the force of a tsunami! Her whole being quivered as Silver unloaded his wad into her rectum, and then the both of them cried out in mutual amazement as something else seemed to flow between them, like a spiritual essence transmitted through the medium of his semen. "Two minutes, thirty-seven seconds, as I predicted," Tsuyori remarked matter-of- factly while Price sat rigid beside her with her brown hair virtually standing on end. "Ohhh...MAN!" Silver-kun groaned hoarsely, fighting to remain upright as he wavered over the cocky little redhead. "You said it...!" Ranko gasped, so far out of breath that she wondered if the life had been sucked out of her with that double-explosion. It took a moment for Silver-kun to rally his strength, but then he grinned and crowed triumphantly, "I won that round, Red. Your ass was mine this time." "No fair," Ranko almost mutely protested, "You cheated." "Ain't my fault if you got so distracted by me riding your ass that you lost it near the end," Silver-kun smirked, "Next time we do it I'll get you in the front door, then you can protest all you want while I bang you until your brains rattle loose, Red." In spite of her exhaustion, Ranko managed a weak smile, "Don't count on it...next time I'll be riding...your ass..." "Yeah, right," Silver-kun snorted, only to turn his head when he heard a muffled cry that was close enough to the sound of someone being murdered. With a start he saw who it was and cried, "Akira-chan??? HEY!!! You two, enough already!" Bukotei turned her head and glanced at Silver-kun with a smirk while Sakura just pointedly ignored him. "That does it," Silver eased his way out of Ranko, still erect enough to manage a "popping" sound as he vacated her sphincter, "I ain't sitting by for this no more! Ain't nobody gets away with doing that to my Akira-chan...I'm putting a stop to things right now!" Ranko felt oddly disappointed at having him exit her body, but her rectum felt like a balloon that had been stretched too far and for the moment she definitely did not feel like sitting upright, "What are you going to do about it?" "Ain't it obvious?" Silver-kun got to his feet and declared, "I'll save Akira- chan by screwing those two silly bitches myself! Hold on, Akira-chan! I'M COM- --PHAW!!?!" His impassioned declaration was suddenly cut off as a teakettle full of hot water was poured over his head, turning his hair silver and transforming him back to female status. "Not quite just yet, I think," Tsuyori mused, "You'd need a while to regenerate enough semen to make it worth the time of my sisters, and besides...I have a better use for you here and now. Sisters?" To everyone's complete surprise (including Akira) the two girls got up off of the helpless young man and knelt to one side, leaving Akira facing upward with a phallic member that was pointing like a javelin towards the ceiling. "Now then," Tsuyori drew an unresisting Silver along and bade her to sit down over Akira, squatting so that she could bring her loins up to where his male member was positioned, then helping her to ease him all the way inside her, "There we go. Now you two can get on with the business of finishing what you started." "Say what?" Silver blinked. "Silver?" Akira looked up at the naked ice blonde, then in surprise allowed Tsuyori to guide his hands so that they covered both of Silver's bosoms. "There you go," Tsuyori slipped a hand around behind Silver's fanny and touched the base of Akira's manhood in a particularly sensitive nerve cluster, then she smiled and said, "You may proceed. I take it, from this point onward, that neither one of you requires further instructions on how to conduct your affairs from this point onward?" Silver looked down into Akira's face and saw him staring up at her with a look of unspoken wonder, and then a smile crossed the blonde's face and she said, "Oh yeah...I think I got it worked out just fine, all right with you, Akira-chan?" Akira just stared at his beautiful half-sister in wonder then slowly nodded his head in affirmation. A minute later she was bouncing up and down on top of him while he held onto her and played with her nipples, helping to steady her while the forces churning within him began to boil up like a steaming geyser. "Rats," Ranko complained as she half-sat upright, "I wanted to screw her next..." "Wait your turn," Bukotei mused from where she and Sakura sat side-by-side with matching leers, "We have dibs on her once she finishes with her brother." "Oh yeah," Sakura nodded, "These two definitely have some issues to work out between them before any of us can get in the middle of that tight squeeze." "All in good time, sisters," Tsuyori smiled serenely, "In the meantime, I think friend Ranko has a point. It wouldn't do for us to neglect her while we are all waiting for Silver to finish milking her brother." Both Bukotei and Sakura turned matching leers Ranko's way, to which the redhead swallowed, suddenly realizing that she was a long way from being out of the woods around these women...which---oddly enough---was just the way she wanted it to be! A loud burping noise distracted everyone, and heads turned around to see Lamyra getting up off the floor while covering her mouth with a slightly chagrined, "Excuse me..." "Uh...?" Price blinked, "Wasn't there...somebody with you a minute ago?" "There was," the green haired girl replied with a pleasant expression, "She was delicious." "HUH?" came the collective gasps of everyone except Silver and Akira (who were too far into each other to pay much notice). "Uh...excuse me?" Bukotei blinked, "You were just now making out with Kitten..." "Oh yes," Lamyra stretched, "Delightful girl, full-bodied and juicy, tender meat in all the right places." "Hah?" Sakura started, "You didn't...?" "Oh yes I did," Lamyra continued her beatific smile, "I ate her." "SAY WHAT???" Price started, "You ATE her? I mean...you ATE-ate her? I mean...like...chew and swallow?" "Well, as I said," Lamyra replied, "She was delicious." "THAT WAS OUR SISTER YOU JUST ATE!" Sakura exploded. "How could you?" Bukotei demanded. "It was easy," Lamyra replied, "I just started at the bottom and worked my way to the top..." "WHY YOU---!" Sakura was half to her feet when Tsuyori raised a hand and said, "Sister!" Just then the door to the adjoining privy slid open, and out stepped the cherry- haired Kitten, who noticed that she was the sudden focus of attention for most of the people in the room, which prompted her to say, "Hey guys...what gives? You look like you've just seen a ghost or something." "But...you..." Sakura sputtered. "Fooled you," Lamyra grinned, "Had you going, didn't I?" "Why you---!" both Bukotei and Sakura were on their feet immediately as Lamyra turned around and started running. She phased through the nearby wall, forcing the hot-blooded pair to pause long enough to slide the nearest panel door open in order to follow, and the race was on with the Miroku girls in hot pursuit of the levitating Beast girl. "What was that all about?" Kitten blinked her eyes. "Who knows?" Ranko sighed, "Sure dodged that bullet...whew!" Just then Akira shot his wad into Silver-chan, who did not anticipate such a gushing sensation shooting up into her loins, almost knocking her off her perch as though a fire-hose had be let loose inside her. Tsuyori just smiled, having anticipated precisely this sort of reaction. "Oh...hey!" Price slapped herself after recovering from her surprise over these "distractions," and she turned to Tsuyori to say, "Oneechan, I almost forgot. There's gonna be a wedding in an hour and the folks want us to prepare everything and make ready the main hall." "A wedding?" Tsuyori responded. "Who's getting hitched?" Ranko inquired. "Your parents, of course," Price said with a grin, "The 'Uncle Ranma' you came with is about to walk down the aisle and get hitched to his 'Aunt Nabiki.'" "SAYWHAT?" Silver turned around from where she sat gasping atop of a nearly- unconscious Akira, "My Pop is marrying Aunt Nabiki?" "More like my Pop and my Aunt," Ranko blinked, "Oh wow...that means she'd gonna be my new Mom! Outstanding! I gotta get myself ready!" "Hey, we'll all pitch in and do our part," Kitten agreed, "Wow...Dad and Nabiki...that's gonna be something!" "Indeed, we must be ready," Tsuyori sighed, "I'm sorry if this means cutting our fun short this time around, but perhaps there will be other times for your lessons?" "I'm game for it," Ranko grinned, "How about you, Silver?" "I'm always game for a hot tail like you, Red," Silver glanced down and said, "That all right with you, Akira-chan?" "Hah?" Akira replied, albeit a bit weakly. "There's no time to waste, sisters," Tsuyori clapped her hands together, "Everyone to the baths then a fresh change of wardrobe. I think casual pink should be the order of preference...blue for the boys, and not too much more than appropriate showing." "Why?" Kitten smiled, "It ain't like the bride and groom are gonna be wearing anything special." "That may be as you say, Kitten-chan," Tsuyori chided, "But the Adults operate by different standards than the rest of us, so let's try and get into the spirit of things while we make everything ready in the temple." "Temple?" Ranko replied, "You mean that place with the big, ugly, scary statue?" "The Buddha with the huge dong?" Silver elaborated, then blinked as she added, "What kind of a wedding is this supposed to be anyway?" "You'll see," Tsuyori winked, "Let's just say that you have never been to a wedding until you've seen how we Miroku manage things." "That's for sure," Kitten leered in an ominous manner, leaving Ranko and Silver to exchange very puzzled glances that portended that something very significant was about to happen... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Samurai Circumcisions: shadowmane@ridgenet.net You are cordially invited to the wedding of Nabiki and Ranma (now why does that sound so familiar?), Miroku style this time, which means that clothing is definitely optional and it won't just be rice that they hurl to the married couple, so get your libido in gear and get ready to get your rocks off as we move to the third and concluding chapter of this Side Story of the "Realities Squared" series in, "Honeymoon in Mega, (Tokyo, that is)" or "Nine Inches Nailed!" Be there!