RanSquaresSS4 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) LEMON ALERT! HEAVY DUTY HENTAI ACTION! CONTAINS SCENES OF PROMISCUOUS SEX AND UNINHIBITED DEBAUCHERY THAT DO NOT INVOLVE THE USE OF A CONDOM, AND SCENES THAT MAY BE TOO SHOCKING FOR THOSE WITH FRAGILE EGOS AND TOO MUCH "CONSERVATIVE" THINKING. IF YOU ARE ALERGIC TO HENTAIS THAT INVOLVE RAMPANT LESBIANISM/ANAL AND ORAL INTERCOURSE, INCEST QUASI-BESTIALITY AND CONSESUAL SEX WITH THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY, LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE, OKAY? THE REST OF US WANT TO GET DOWN AND PARTY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Part Three. 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 12. A Wedding to Remember "Nervous partner?" Ryoga asked. "Nervous?" Ranma retorted, "Me? Who do you think you're talking to? I laugh at death, I sneer in the face of pain and torture, I never flinch when there's danger in the air..." "You're petrified, aren't you?" Ryoga persisted. "Extremely," Ranma all but whimpered. "Just keep in mind, pal," Ryoga cautioned, "This is Nabiki who you're about to marry." "Right," Ranma swallowed, "Nabiki...sure...known her most of my life...cute girl, likes money, used to take me for everything I was worth, made my life a living hell at times before I married her sister..." "Right," Ryoga said, "So what's there to get nervous about? You're only going to pledge yourself to her in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live." "That isn't helping, Buddy," Ranma groused as he glanced down at himself and the get-up that the Miroku had "talked" him into wearing (for lack of a better term), "Wouldn't be this bad if they let me wear my jacket, or even a Tux, but NOOOO...I gotta see Nabby dressed like something outta a Porno flick, and with this damned hard-on that won't go away for nothing...!" "What are you complaining about?" Ryoga sniffed, "Most guys would kill to have a gift like that to show off to their wives. Of course, in your case, you're just as likely to scare her off..." "Hah, fat chance," Ranma said, "Nabiki don't know what it means to be afraid. She's a regular cucumber when it comes to a crisis, and if you tell her I said that, I'm gonna pound you into the next millennium, Porky," "Won't hear it from me," Ryoga assured, "Besides, aren't cucumbers what they use when they don't have men..." "Watch it," Ranma grumbled. It was not just the fact that he was standing there, semi-nude, in the middle of a set that looked like it was straight out of a Movie, it was the number of eyes focusing on him that made the world weary Time Cop feel more than slightly out of his element, especially since most of the people watching him now were the ones who might either call him "Husband" or "Father!" A full assembly of the Miroku House's best and brightest were silently cheering him on with a silent acknowledgement from his "adopted" daughter, Ranko. This was not exactly the sort of scenario that even a "Hell on Wheels" martial artist like him was trained to handle, or even improvise for that matter!" "Touchy," Ryoga smirked as he thought this, "This is, what? Your second marriage, her first? Seems to me if anyone has a reason to be nervous, it's Nabiki. After all, you guys have been waiting for almost two decades to get serious, and now that you've finally put your ghosts in the past you actually have a chance to make a new life together, and she's the one who's going to be stuck with the task of domesticating your outlaw hide, so I don't envy her for that." "You ain't helping," Ranma grumbled, "I'm superstitious enough as it is, don't jinx it already. I said I was gonna go through with this, and I ain't never going back on my word, not with all I owe Nabby for sticking by me all these years, not that I know why she'd want a guy like me for a husband..." "You know, that's a good point," Ryoga started ticking off with his fingers, "You're bad tempered and crabby, a bit too moody and depressed even for me, you think with your fists and have a homicidal streak was wide as the Kyoto bridge. Everything you own is in a trust fund somewhere that you've left her to manage anyway, so it's not like you're instantly going to come into a big fortune...at least not one that she doesn't already control..." "Gee thanks," Ranma grunted, "You're doing such a great job of beefing up my confidence..." "Just doing my job as your best man," Ryoga smiled back, only to pause as the sounds of music filled the backgrounds, "Hold up a minute...I think that's your cue they're sounding." "You call that a marital ballad?" Ranma sniffed, "Sounds more like a funeral dirge...which I guess is kind of appropriate in a way, but..." "Hold on a minute," Ryoga tapped him by the arm and pointed down the far end of the temple, near the entrance, "You see what I'm seeing, old Buddy?" Ranma followed his gesture and started, for there was a tall and willowy figure standing in a lacy while veil and a wedding dress that was virtually see- through, and yet somehow an effect of the lighting contrived to give this figure the shining glow of an angelic halo, and it took him more than a full minute before he recognized this person as Nabiki. "Whoah..." Ranma breathed more than uttered, momentarily spellbound as the figure slowly approached him while all other eyes in the room traced her every moment. "Nabiki?" Ryoga softly murmured as if trying to convince himself that he had, indeed, identified the right person. Nabiki moved with stiff grace and an almost mechanical momentum, looking very much like a frightened deer that might bolt and run at any moment. She took one step, followed by another, with all the fear and trepidation of an actual virgin going to the prom rather than the confident and self-assured Lore Master-turned- Time Patrol Dispatcher that she had been earlier in the day. The dress that she was (allegedly) wearing left little to the imagination, and not even undergarments to conceal full view of her womanly assets. In an odd way she felt more exposed than she had when she had first entered the Miroku House totally stark naked, stripped as she was now of her air of confidence and self- possession. Instead she forced herself to look up at the man waiting before the altar (which was literally that, much to her increasing nervousness), a tall and incredibly handsome man who radiated virility in every pore and muscle (she could tell because much of him was showing from beneath the odd leather harness that had been made to look something like a tuxedo, complete with a bow-tie and collar (no shirt to block the view, however, nor was he wearing anything at crotch level that would disguise the massive hard-on that he had thrusting up from between his legs. She forced herself to look at Ranma, unable to help the sensation of having her cheeks flare up crimson as a lingering guilt threatened to impede on her enjoyment. The recent memory of having been at the center of an all-girl near- orgy threatened to unseat what little composure was left in her expression, and it was with a guilty shyness that she saw the look that Ranma was paying to her, a look like a man who had never truly seen her before that instant. It was obvious that he had been expecting a different kind of approach from the woman who had consented to be his wife, than to wear (?) something as brazen as a see- through wedding dress that left almost everything of value to open and complete inspection. It was when she saw what he was wearing (??) that her nerve almost collapsed and she would have turned and fled like a little girl scared of "The Big Bad Monster," but just then Kasumi and Akane appeared to flank her, effectively cutting off any line of retreat (and somehow Nabiki sensed that she would not get far if she tried to balk these two), so Nabiki steadied her resolve and finished her bare-foot walk down the red carpeted aisle, finally reaching the place at which the MAN standing beside Ryoga was standing, slowly looked up at him again and seeing a wonder in his face that easily matched her own trepidation. "Nabiki?" she heard him ask in amazement. "Ranma-kun?" she replied, acknowledging him with that single statement. "Wow," she heard him exclaim as his eyes roved up and down her body, making it seem as if the gauzy material of her dress (???) were not there altogether. Just as questioningly she examined his powerful body with eyes that were magnetically drawn to that massive hard-on that was pointing right at her like an accusing finger. She swallowed audibly as she thought about taking that thing all the way in, knowing that it was swollen to nearly twice its normal dimensions for precisely that purpose! "Wow," was all she could think to say, knowing full well the inadequacy of that singular statement! "Good," a masculine voice broke them out of their mutual impasse, even as the music ended altogether, "You're both here, now we can get started." Ranma and Nabiki turned to see Dan Suzuka and Miko Mido standing side-by-side on the other side of the altar, even as the rows of teenagers and adults lining the eye were focusing their way as if expecting the nuptials to begin at any minute. "It's good that you both are here," Miko herself began, "You've both journeyed through a long and difficult path to arrive at this point where you both will be sealed together in the bonds of matrimonial splendor." "Be certain and have no doubts in your hearts that you are determined to see this through," Dan warned, "Because this is your last chance to back down and leave. Continue forward and you will no longer be individuals but will belong to one another...forever." "And just so you don't have any doubts about this ceremony," Miko added, "We are fully licensed and accredited to perform weddings within this temple, so if you choose to be married here it will be legally binding, to say nothing of having the sanction of higher---and lower---powers." "Ah..." Nabiki looked at Ranma, then at Miko again and asked, "Can I have another look at that certificate you mentioned?" "Just what kind of a wedding are you gonna perform here?" Ranma wondered. "The kind that is more honest than the sort of weddings you get in other temples," Dan replied, "Here we lay souls bare and get down to the naked truth of why men and women are meant to be together...or any other sort of coupling you might care to mention." "You have nothing to fear in cooperating with us in this place of honor," Miko assured them, adding in a sly note, "Unless it is your intent to deceive yourselves about the purposes of this union, in which case you might as well turn and leave here without question, and no hand will be raised to stop you." "Leave?" Ranma blinked, "No way! I gave my word that I'd go through with this and I won't back down for nothing---ah...that is...unless you think it's a good idea, Nabiki?" "Me?" Nabiki responded, "Ah...well...no...it wouldn't make much sense to turn back now, would it? I mean...we've wasted enough time as it is, Ranma-kun, and besides...I don't think either of us could go very far in the shape we seem to be in..." "Huh?" Ranma asked, then glanced down at his manhood, "Uh...yeah...I think I see what you mean there..." Nabiki sure hoped so because---though her own erection was far less obvious than his---both of her breasts feeling like ripe cantaloupes about to explode even as her vagina was tingling like a throbbing hotplate! "Good," Dan said," Now, with the trifling matter of your consent out of the way, are there any here present who would object to these two getting it on here and now? Speak up or void the right altogether!" "And don't be shy in expressing your opinions," Miko called out brightly, "The Spirits know, nothing has ever stopped you guys in the past!" There was a long pause and utter silence in the room until a booming voice from above said, "I HAVE ONE SUCH OBJECTION!" There were some muttered voice responding to that unearthly tone as Ranma and Nabiki looked up, almost swearing that it was the monstrously deformed "Buddha" statue that had spoken. Their surprise only intensified as Miko asked, "You have an objection, Father?" "ONLY A QUESTION THAT I WOULD ASK OF THE ONE WHO INHABITS THE MAN CALLING HIMSELF SAOTOME RANME," the booming voice responded, "REVEAL YOURSELF NOW THAT I MAY KNOW OF YOUR INTENTIONS." Ranma was about to ask the statue how it was he knew about the link between him and the spirit that hid within him, but before he could ask that aloud that very spirit rose up within him and called out, "WHO DARES INQUIRE OF THE NATURE OF THIS VESSEL AND MY PRESENSE?" "I DARE!" the booming voice from above replied, "KING SIKIMA OF THE SHIKIMA, LORD OF THE SHIKIMA REALM AND MASTER OF ALL PERVERSIONS!" "WELL MET INDEED, LORD OF DEMONS," Ranma felt his own lips form the words as they also curled into a smile that was cold and calculating, "WHAT WOULD YOU ASK OF ME ON THIS OCCASION?" "KNOW, O'MIGHTY LORD OF DESTRUCTION AND RENEWAL, THAT YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE AS GUESTS OF MY MOST NOBLE DAUGHTER, ABOUT TO WED THIS MORTAL GIRL-CHILD WHO CALLS HERSELF A LORE MASTER. IS THIS UNION TRULY OF THEIR DESIGN...OR YOURS?" "THEIRS OF COURSE," Lord Shiva answered, "I TAKE NO PART IN THE ACTIVE DAILY LIVE OF MY VESSEL. HE IS FREE TO DO AS HE WILLS WITH HIS OWN AFFAIRS, AND I KNOW THAT HE WILLS TO MARRY THIS MORTAL WOMAN WHO BEARS THE SOUL OF MY OWN SWEET SIVA. I DO CONSENT AND GIVE MY BLESSINGS TO THEIR UNION, AND LET NONE GAINSAY THE WILL OF SHIVA!" "IF THIS IS TRULY AS YOU SAY, THEN I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS TO ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN," King Sikima replied, "THE MAN IS A WARRIOR BORN AND HIS LUST FOR THIS WOMAN IN GENUINE AND ALL-CONSUMING, LIKE A HUNGER...SHE BURNS WITH HER NEED OF HIS TOUCH, AND SO I GIVE MY BLESSINGS TO THEIR UNION AND URGE MY LOVING DAUGHTER TO CONTINUE." "Thank you, Father," Miko smiled the more broadly, turning her focus back to level turn once more as she grinned and said, "Well, you heard that, people...let's get on with the wedding. "Outstandingly delivered, my wife," Dan beamed proudly, "With your father's consent we will now join this man to this woman in holy matrimony and be witness to their sealing." "Hah?" Ranma said as the spirit within him withdrew back to the silent recesses where Shiva normally dwelled between crisis's. "I guess that kind of makes it official," Nabiki gulped, "I guess..." "Wow!" Ranko expressed from where she sat next to Tsuyori and Silver, "That was sure something! Did you guys feel that as well as hear that?" "I'll say!" Silver replied with rounded eyes, "My hair's still standing on end...what was that?" "My grandfather...in a manner of speaking," replied Tsuyori, "Well...actually he's Kama's grandfather by blood, but mine in spirit, so it amounts to pretty much the same thing..." Silver had a sneaking hunch and pointed at the colossally misshapen statue, "THAT'S your GRANDFATHER?" "Of course," Tsuyori smiled, "Don't you see the family resemblance?" "Curious," mused Watazashi as she sat beside Yuan-Yen and several others, "A full vocal manifestation of an otherworldly presence representing one of the Demon realms that are devoted to sexual perversity. No doubt, had the real Lord Sikima paid us a visit, we would all be privileged to sight viewed by very few mortals." "Ah...would that be a good thing?" Tinkerbell asked nervously, "After all, they are, sorta, y'know...demons and all that..." "But there are demons and then there are DEMONS," Rose replied. "And Shikima demons are far from the worst you might encounter," Thorn added, "In fact...I'd even go so far as to say that some Shikima I've dated have been pretty good lovers, and sexy as all get out!" "You've dated demons?" Kinko asked with very round eyes. "Well, why not?" Koi replied, "Some are very talented and have more appendages than a normal human..." "You wouldn't say that if you'd met some of the octopuses I've had the misfortune to date," Bukotei wrinkled her nose in disgust, "I'll take several classes of Shikima I know over some of the guys we got running around loose at our High School." "I know what you mean," Achika nodded sagely, "All hands with thumbs and no idea on how to even undo a bra, let alone get inside a girl's panties. Honestly, you'd think with modern advances in medical technology that most human families would do a better job of training their sons on the proper methods for pleasing a woman." "That's hardly fair," Shiromitsu replied. "Most boys our age aren't lucky enough to have parents as understanding as ours," Tsuyosa added. "Yeah," Tenshin added, "They're rather keep most boys our age in the dark about all things sexual, as if you could turn off the male libido like a light switch!" "They expect most guys to learn this stuff by trial and error," Wulf added, "Mostly a trial with plenty of errors!" Rinse listened in on this conversation before turning a questioning stare at her own companion, "You feeling better now, Tachi-chan?" "Oh yeah," said an ecstatic looking (or perhaps that was just muscle tension?), a slight puff of smoke escaping past chapped lips, her hair on end with electrostatic tension, "Feeling no pain...in fact, I've almost got feeling restored to most of my appendages. How about you, Rin-chan?" "Extra crispy around the edges," Rinse eyed a rather smug-looking pair of half- alien companions and added, "You sure we're gonna get used to this on a regular basis?" "Hey, just look at their fathers and you tell me," Tachi nodded, "My opinion of Atari's Dad just went up fifteen points per share, and that's even taking into account that he's probably a masochist who built up his immunity the hard way..." Lylac was rubbing feeling back into her own wrists, annoyed at the faint impressions left by the nylon chord where it had bound her a short while earlier. Ekko noticed this and smiled, "Don't worry, they're bound to fade long before either one of us gets home to answer the questions of our parents." "I sure hope so," Tenko studied her own faint impressions, "Mom does this sort of thing with Dad all the time, but it's mostly Momma Ayeka who does the binding...she's very good with ropes, and---by the way---you're not half-bad either." "Thank you," Shibari smiled, "I do at least make the effort to be creative." "Oh yes," Veil agreed, "Very creative. In fact, the way you had me tied up, I could barely move at all as Tenko-chan and I dangled from the ceiling." "Don't worry, Ly-chan," Ekko patted Lylac on her knee in an affectionate manner, "Next time you can be the one to tie me up like that, I promise." "Count on it," the purple-haired Lylac replied as she eyed the redhead in a particularly smoldering manner. "Now then," Miko resumed, "Saotome Ranma...do you pledge yourself in eternal union with this woman, who is to be your lawful wife?" "I do," Ranma spoke the words before he even had time to think about it. "And do you, Tendo Nabiki," Dan rumbled, "Take this man to be your lawful husband in all times, good and bad, that the two of you may share together?" "I do," Nabiki responded, then blinked her eyes as if wondering who had just said that. "And do you both consent to love, cherish and care for one another in sickness, health and incontinence?" Miko continued matter-of-factly. "We do," this time Ranma and Nabiki said together, only to share a mutual glance that was full of open wonder. "Do you promise to stand by one another and to give your trust and commitment without doubt or question?" Dan resumed, "Will you defend each others honor and abide by all decisions that you make together?" "We do," this time the words came so automatically to their lips that neither Ranma nor Nabiki left any time to think about the matter, even though in the backs of their minds they replayed certain incidents in the past when a certain other Tendo sister had expressed nothing but doubts and derision towards a man who had done little to deserve it. Silently in their hearts they each pledged to make certain that no such element of doubt ever was allowed to surface in their own union, no matter the temptations. "Then will you give yourselves to one another completely and without reservation?" Miko spoke again, "Will you share all things equally in the times to come, baring your hearts and souls to one another?" Ranma had to smile at that, as if there were ANYTHING that he could ever hide from the prying eyes of Nabiki! Nabiki, too, smiled fondly at that suggestion, as if her "Ranma-kun" could hide ANYTHING from her Lore Master senses. As long as she had known, him he had always been like an open book she could read at a glance, a fact not even Shiva had the power to alter, so without equivocation this time the two of them said, "I do!" "Then let there be dissolved all barriers that currently stand between you," Dan solemnly pronounced, "Let these two be of one mind and one flesh, each an extension of the other's being in all the ways that truly matter. By the powers that are invested in us as High Priest and Princess, we commend you to be as one flesh in one body, man to woman, for so long as you both shall live." "So be it," Miko bowed her head with a significant nod then raised her eyes and said, "You may now possess your bride Saotome, and consummate the marriage." "Huh?" Ranma blinked, "Here?" "On the altar," Dan indicated the marble block laid on the floor between them, "Lay your bride on the stone and do with her as you will. She is now yours for the claiming, even as you belong to her...so what the hell are you waiting for, Saotome? An engraved invitation?" "Besides," Miko hinted suggestively, "Consummating with her is the cure for your current state of perpetual erection. Just place your rod in her slot and the swelling will go down for both of you, I promise." "OH!" both newly married partners said as one, and then Ranma turned to Nabiki and lifted her up onto the stone as she got herself good and comfortable on the (surprisingly comfortable) stone block, parting her legs to afford him an easy access, their motions a bit more hasty than they might normally have been under the circumstances. "Oh, this is so exciting!" Ukyo squeezed the hand of the Ranma currently sitting beside her, even as her other hand was playing with his manhood, "This is just like when we got married, remember that Ranchan?" "Oh yeah!" Ranma agreed enthusiastically, "Thought I was gonna explode before I slipped my cock in your register, and then you blew me up with that mega- climax." "I can still remember the day you stood before that altar with me, Nabiki-chan," Fubuki mused to her beloved wife, who was presently sitting in her lap and allowing the blonde to fondle her with enthusiasm. "Me too!" that Nabiki groaned, "My sister's really in for a treat this time!" "Oh look," Kasumi smiled as she and the others strained their vision to catch every detail of what went on the altar, "He's entering her...think he'll manage to get it in all the way on the first try?" "Who knows with Ranma," Akane said as she played with Shampoo's loins while the Amazon suckled her breasts, "He'd just better do a good job with Oneechan, she deserves to have him blow his wad in her crotch on more than the first try." "Oh, this is so exciting!" Botsasu enthused, "My nipples are tingling just thinking about these two sharing a climax." "Do tell," Yaku mused as she stimulated Botsasu's fat nipples between her fingers, "Well, I hope for his sake that Nabiki proves as sensitive to the touch as you, Bo-chan, even if her breasts aren't even a quarter the size of yours or mine, or even your brother." "Hey!" Nabiki (M) called back, "I heard that!" "That slight against the character of my wife and her most-pleasing assets demands retribution," Fubuki leered in a way that promised sexual mayhem." "Knock it off you two," Ranmaru urged, "Save it for the reception, there will be plenty enough to go around once Saotome makes his Nabiki into an honest woman." "I didn't know miracles like that were Ranma-sama's specialty," Kodachi mused with open affection. Far in the back of the temple, leaning against a pillar, a slightly bored Cat- God of Mischief watched it all with jaded eyes, musing to himself, "Sounds like an orgy's about to break out...gee, how surprising..." Ranma paused with his manhood only partially buried inside of Nabiki's well- slicked opening, caught by a curious sense of deja-vu about this happening twice in one day, first on the "Rape" machine and now inside a "Temple of Doom" set. He could see the look Nabiki gave him d felt intuitively that she knew full well the implications, but both of them were committed this far, so there was no sense in holding back in half-measures. Ranma gently eased himself the rest of the way into Nabiki then paused in amazement at being thus contained within her sheath, even as Nabiki threw back her head and made a slight groan that could either have signified intense pain or pleasure. "You may now fuck the bride, Saotome," Dan said with surprising affection in his voice, "Good thrusting." "May he ride you happily like the Wild Stallion that is his namesake," Miyo added, "Yield to him now and thus conquer him soul and body. We now pronounce you MAN and WIFE. Claim your release and enjoy the moment, and let no man (or woman) pull you two asunder." "Small chance of that," Ryoga murmured faintly, thinking that it would likely take a jackhammer to pry Ranma out of Nabiki as the two began to hump together, Ranma thrusting into her loins as Nabiki gasped and gratefully received him. "By the way," Dan added as an aside, "Stay close nearby. You're the ring- bearer, and I'd hate to have to hunt you down if you got lost at this point." "Oh, no problem there," the other Ryoga replied, "Akari and I have other plans for my brother...both Akaris as a matter of fact." "Oh yes," smiled one version of Akari, even as the other one added, "Big plans, eh Ryo-chan?" "Both?" Ryoga squealed a bit off-key as he slowly registered the implications. "Oh, this is so beautiful!" Ryonami honked her nose into a handkerchief, "I always knew the Boss and the Stud would make a wonderful couple...I'm sorry...I always get weepy at weddings..." "You're not sorry that your Nabiki is marrying Saotome and might forget all about you?" Miyu asked. "Not really," Ryonami hid a smirk behind her handkerchief, "If anything, I'm hoping this means that they'll let me in for a threesome!" Ukyo grinned and said, "Sugar, you have definitely come to the right place for that. In fact, based on what we've seen so far, we're about ready to adopt you as an honorary Miroku." "Really?" Ryonami asked, then glanced down as she felt the Chef reach out to fondle one of her nipples, "Oh..." Ranma found---to his amazement---that the longer he slid his overly erect member in and out of Nabiki, the more the tension eased within him as the walls of her vagina became more supple and yielding. Then Miko placed a hand behind his back and touched an area along the back of his spine, and this triggered the most amazing reaction as Ranma felt himself unload, as though a dam were bursting loose, and then with a rush he felt his hot semen shoot into his newly claimed wife with the force of a small cannon! Nabiki threw back her head and cried out in loud amazement as her loins suddenly filled to capacity with the warm gush of his "Man-juices," and without warning the barriers holding her back from a climax broke loose at the floodgates, flooding her mind with every kind of sensation imaginable and transporting her well beyond the limits of the flesh, causing her to hiss like a steam pipe, "YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" as her whole body shuddered like a 7.5 Major Earthquake! "Guess that makes it official," Ranko mused. "No fooling," agreed Silver, who found that she was almost as excited as she had been when making out with the redhead. "And those are only the preliminaries," Tsuyori mused, "Now the real fun begins...for all of us this time." "Oh?" Ranko asked, "And what happens next---MMMMPPPHHH?" Tsuyori's mouth on her lips prevented further conversation, and as Silver turned to look she found her already burgeoning excitement was enflamed to the bright embers of long-smoldering passions. "Oh my," Watazashi gasped as she found the hands of Price Tendo playing with her nipples. "What, again?" Tinkerbell started as she found Thorn and Rose were once again pressing their claims on her with a return of their full passionate natures. "Rin-chan," Atari breathed into Rinse's ear, "I believe that it is now my time to screw you." "Your ass is mine, Kuno-baby," Ryeka agreed as she slipped her arms around an unresisting Tachi. "What's this?" Lylac said in growing alarm as she saw various parties begin to partake in some free and lascivious actions, only to recognize a certain pair of hands as they cupped her breasts, "Oh..." "What did you expect?" Ekko leered, "When in Kyoto...eat sushi." "Oh---YEEESSS!" Veil agreed with heartfelt enthusiasm as Tenko lowered her mouth to uncover her velvety loins with tongue and fingers, producing sensations that were altogether heavenly in nature... "This you guys's idea of a wedding?" Kinko blurted as she found herself once more being fondled by Miroku. "Oh no," Kimera replied, "This is the after-wedding reception, where all the guests get to take part in some communal screwing." "Oh," Kinko shrugged, "Just asking..." Lamyra wasn't wasting any time as she used her cunning Beast World arts to the task of pleasuring Bukotei, Sakura and Kitten, who were wondering where those tendrils appeared that sought out all of their openings for "special" attention! "Hi," a pleasant voice purred as Akira (to no great surprise) found his lap suddenly full of a full-bodied Miroku beauty, "My name's Omake, and you're looking mighty neglected, handsome. Want to take a ride with me while your girlfriend is busy with the redhead?" "Er," Akira paused before asking, "Is that a trick question?" Ranko noticed that Akira was now with a different girl than before and paused to ask one of the two girls presently giving her their time and attention, "You don't mind if your big Bro does it with another sister?" "Nope, not this time," said Silver as she happily slurped away at one of Ranko's bosoms, "Ain't no way she'll give him better head than me, and if she tries, then I'll just screw her myself until she cries Uncle." "Now you're thinking like a Miroku," Tsuyori leered with open approval. Toltiir just sighed, "Can I call them or what...?" Ranma grunted as he sagged forward on top of Nabiki, then the two of them made eye contact with their faces only inches apart. In that instant they both realized that it had finally happened, that the impossible had at long last come to pass. Twenty years of denial and frustration, of wounded pride and clashing egos had finally given way to mutual fulfillment, and that they had pledged their commitment to each other in the most determined way that either of them could imagine. With his rod still buried within her, Ranma had staked his claim for the future, and Nabiki had just as warmly received him into her body, accepting him at last for her husband and that she was his wife in all the ways that truly mattered. "Man," Ranma murmured, incredulous at the vibrant woman in his arms supporting him with her body, "I waited twenty years for this? I must've been crazy!" "You were," Nabiki gently pointed out, "But welcome back just the same Ranma-k-- -ah...husband?" she spoke the word with a hint of curiosity and wonder. "Wife," Ranma responded automatically, surprised on finding he actually liked the sound of that. Then both became aware that several girls---no, make that WOMEN---were standing to their sides with pleasantly hopeful expressions, not least of whom were three smiling Tendo sisters and a pair of one-time fiancées who looked kind of familiar. "Glad you guys finally got down to business, Ranchan," Ukyo grinned lasciviously, "But my sisters and fellow wives want to know if we can cut in on your action." "It's another fine Miroku tradition," Shampoo solemnly agreed, "First happy couple consummate the act, then friends and well wishers take time kissing both bride and groom to welcome them into the family unit. "'Kiss' being a friendly euphemism here," noted Akane, "A less polite way of saying it is that we want to screw your brains out Oneechan, Ranma-kun." "Yeah," the other Nabiki said with as much eagerness as the others, "What you guys are doing looks like so much fun that we want a piece of your action, and no fair hogging him all to yourself, Sis. I wanna chance to ride your Ranma." "It would only be fair, considering the work we put into getting you both together," noted Kasumi, "And besides, Sister Miko wants a chance to try you out, Ranma-kun." "Hey, don't worry, Bro," the other Ranma said encouragingly, "I won't let her forget about you while I'm humping her like a camel." "That's supposed to reassure me?" Ranma (TC) replied, but then he felt Nabiki's soft hand on his chest and looked down at her as she smiled with a sweet expression. "Well...after all, Ran...ah...husband," she self-corrected with a sheepish expression, "We don't want to be rude...house rules and all that." "Don't worry about him," Miko herself said as she laid a hand on Ranma (TC)'s brawny shoulder, "I'll see you get him back in time for the honeymoon...slightly used, of course, but still ready and willing to mount you like a wall peg." "After we take turns paying our respects, right Miyu-chan?" asked Yaku. "Oh yes," Miyu replied, holding hands with an equally aroused Botsasu... "Hmph," Toltiir remarked, "Looks like you finally bit off more than you can chew with that one, Saotome. Incest, polygamy, polyandry, rampant hedonism, wife- swapping, total carnal abandon to the earthly pleasures of the flesh..." "All that is best in life, eh Lord of Mischief?" Toltiir barely lifted an eyebrow as he felt another presence manifest in the space beside him, looking oddly like the female version of Ranma, but his senses informed him that she was anything BUT that. "Going for a walk, lady of Destruction?" Toltiir wondered in idle speculation. "I'm bored," she said, "It's all right for my brother to be sitting back and enjoying himself while his Avatar carries on in wanton debauchery and splendor, but it's looking very much like I won't be getting in any of this fun myself. It's enough to make me feel like starting a war or something just to calm my nerves and relieve my frustration..." "Sounds tough," Toltiir replied, turning his mind back to the action and pointedly ignoring the avataric manifestation of the goddess, Kali Durga. "By the way," Watazashi asked Yuan-Yen as the girl sat in her lap being nuzzled by the dark-haired Gymnast's lips, "How did you enjoy your outing with the boys?" "About as much---ah---as you did---OH---'Zashi...AHHHH," Yuan-Yen moaned in reply to her lover's efforts. "That's what I thought," Watazashi smiled, "Boys are nice for a diversion...but give me the warm comforts of your arms any day, my sweet Yuan-chan," she cooed as she planted kisses all over the other girl's chest and shoulders, only to pause as she became aware that someone else was kneeling down beside her, and with a start she gasped, "Mother?" "Not quite, but close enough that it hardly counts," Kodachi mused as she knelt beside the two younger women, "I've been wanting a chance to chat with you ever since your first visit...and is this lovely thing your fiancée?" "Yes she is," Watazashi replied, "Yuan-Yen is my heart and soul, my life-mate and my promise." "How wonderful," Kodachi mused, "And...would you mind very much if I played with her a little? I'll give her right back, but I do so want to get to know a girl who is worthy of being my daughter's future wife." "Play with me?" Yuan-Yen arched an eyebrow, surprised to find that she was actually feeling turned on at the prospect of yielding herself to an older and more experienced version of Watazashi. "You wish to borrow my sweet pet, Mother?" Watazashi arched an eyebrow at the incredibly brazen offer. "Oh, don't worry," Kodachi winked as she indicated two other girls that were just then joining them, dragging a slightly bedazzled blonde between them, "Rose and Thorn have offered to keep you busy so you won't get too lonely, and I believe you already know their fair-haired new friend...Tinkerbell was it?" "Ah..." Tinkerbell suddenly sobered to the realization that she was being drawn once again to this other version of Watazashi (the woman she loved on a different timeline), and after the working over she had just received from the black and green haired versions of same, it was a little like dying and winding up in a Valhalla that was full of nothing but Watazashis! In other words, she was ECSTATIC! "Oh my," Watazashi leered as drank in the sight of the blonde and the two other girls who looked remarkably like her, "Good answer, Mother...and quite a bargain, if I do say so, eh, Yuan-chan?" "Hah?" Yuan-Yen absently replied as she, too, roved eyes over the stark variety of delights being presented, and suddenly she had an urge to do some exploring of her own...the elder Kodachi permitting... "Okay," Toltiir sighed, "That's about as much of this as even I can stand..." "Don't be in such haste, my Lord," Kali/Ranma-chan urged, "Stay a while and let these children have their fun. They've certainly earned the right to a little pleasure." "That's not the point, and you know it," Toltiir replied, "I'm here on serious business, and I only tallied around so I could see Saotome and Nabiki get what was coming to them, but now's the time to call a halt to this nonsense so I can get back to the office..." "Is there nothing I can do to persuade you to change your mind?" Durga wondered. "Yeah, like there's anything you could offer me..." he started to turn around, only to blink his eyes as he saw a carnival mask covering the face of the being who just happened to presently resemble Ranma-chan, and it brought him up short with a, "...oh momma..." Kali drew the mask away to reveal another mask that was concealed behind the first, this time of a clown face, and then Kali removed this mask in turn to reveal a different kind of makeup job that made her closely resemble a character from the Broadway play known as Cats, complete with realistic looking fur and a tail that swished in a convincing manner. She opened her lips and flicked out a tongue that uncoiled and blew a whistle-like a party favor, flicking his nose with the tassels. "I told you I was bored," Kali replied with a voice that sounded like a sultry version of Ranma-chan, "Did you think I was made of stone that the heart of a woman does not beat somewhere inside of me? Listen," she held up a plastic version of a heart that was beating in time like a real one, and then with a wave of her hand (or paw?) converted it into confetti and streamers. "Ah...well..." Toltiir made a pretence of looking at his watch, which resembled a big time clock that had been mysteriously strapped to his wrist, "Guess a few more minutes won't hurt, and it would be kinda rude to leave without paying our respects to the hostess." "My thoughts exactly," Kali agreed rather sweetly... All around the room the party-goers-turned-revelers were picking their partners and going at it hammer and tongs, Miroku style. The boys each picked one or two available girls and started banging them, irregardless if it was a sister, guest or a near relation. Lylac and Ekko were in the center of a private orgy while Tenko and Veil made divine magic together, and there was not a dry hole in the house as even the adults went at it with gusto and panache, Dan taking his turn with Nabiki (TC) after Ranma (M) abandoned Nabiki while Miko surrendered Ranma (TC) to an equally eager Ukyo, then Nabiki (M), with the rest of the girls waiting in the wings to have their turn screwing the "happy couple" (while stoking their fires by playing with one another). Rinse and Tachi finally found the space to start doing it together while their respective fellow sex-mates played a game of one-ups-womanship with one another's pussies. Meanwhile back with Ranko, who was presently having her face be smothered in the thighs of Tsuyori while Silver's mouth worked over her loins with hungry slurping sounds that got her well and truly lubricated. She was only vaguely aware of the orgiastic festival going on all around her, but Ranko was thinking to herself that this was sure one HECK of a way to throw a wedding, and if this was the reception, then what surely would the Honeymoon have in store for her adoptive parents? Tsuyori was delighted at experiencing the clever tongue of the redhead, and she silently complimented Ranko for her accomplished ability to "eat out" another woman, just as she equally gave "runner up" titles to Silver for the way she was giving a real tongue-job to "the red beaver." As much as she delighted in being included in their action, however, there was a lingering thought from their earlier training session that made her glad that she had brought along a "squirt" bottle for just this occasion. So it was, as she felt her body crest on the edge of a delightful orgasm, she reached for the bottle and said, "Oh, Silver-chan..." "Hmmm?" Silver grunted back, her mouth muffled with her tongue deeply buried in Ranko's hot snatch. "Would you like to really bring her off good and proper?" Tsuyori said as she lifted the bottle and started squirting. "Huh?" Silver gasped, then sputtered as she changed into her male aspect, but then inspiration caught on and she grinned, "All right! Let's do this, Sugar- lips!" Ranko, of course, was not aware of this sudden change in one of her partners, but she was not long in finding out when she felt something larger and rounder than a tongue begin to probe around the rim of her hungry pelvis. With a start she found this object plunging in deep and long into her "love canal" as she instinctively accommodated herself to receive this "piercing." Then Tsuyori removed herself from the middle of the equation and allowed Ranko to see who it was entering her from the front door this time, and when she did her eyes got round, prompting Silver-kun to say, "Surprised? Time to open up and let 'er roll, Baby!" Off to one side a not-disinterested Akira took notice of Silver once again swapping genders to claim yet another conquests (or re-conquest, as the case might be) and for some reason he felt vaguely bothered about it, though if asked he would have been surprised that anyone would accuse him of being jealous. As the bulk of his attention was presently being taken up by a hungry Omake, however, he could do little more than fume (well...that and bury his own dick deep within her all-too-willing harbor)... Tsuyori studied the pair whom she now regarded as her students, taking notice of the look of genuine affection that lay behind their semi-guarded expressions as Ranko stared up into the eyes of the now-masculine (and darker haired) Silver- kun, the two of them sharing a kind of silent embrace that had been there since their "contest" that had begun in the sauna with a mere exchange of calculated glances. There had been something from the beginning between these two, and Tsuyori was eager to see how deep this affection went. Now that it was much more out in the open she would see if these two could recognize in themselves a budding relationship as Silver went from overpowering dominance to something far more warm, caring and tender. To be certain, they had not waited around long to take recognition of their now- female-to-male coitus, but rather proceeded to take advantage of their relative positions, Ranko spreading her legs wide apart to allow Silver-kun full access, and even hooking her ankles around his back to lock him into his new position as Silver-kun began to rock back and forth to generate needed friction as he probed the depths of a well-lubricated tunnel. "Okay, Big Boy," Ranko leered as she really got into the spirit of the thing, "Show me what you've got..." "You bet I will, Girlfriend," Silver-kun leered back as he laid a hand on Ranko's bosom while steadying himself with the other hand without missing a beat or a downstroke with his pelvis. Tsuyori saw the way these two were sharing intimacies and things unspoken by word but expressed in volume by their bodies. They were becoming more comfortable around each other, less wary or reserved, and certainly hold little back as the desire to copulate grew stronger in both breasts. The heat that they were generating was infectious, and Tsuyori felt the urge to finger her own loins as she found her excitement growing with every moment. Ranma (TC) was starting to wonder if he were riding on a treadmill, being asked to perform in succession with all these women. Pride and his formidable constitution notwithstanding, it was a little daunting to put his dick into one eager female "plug" right after the other, not that he had anything to complain about (the quality of the "Poontang" was certainly first rate!). Taken individually any one of these women would have knocked his socks off, including the Miroku-trained Nabiki, who not only was a match for the beauty and vivaciousness of his new wife but had---if anything---an even more liberated attitude about sex. It was Kasumi who nearly floored him when she went down on her knees and gave him a blow-job (calling it a "Morale Booster" when he seemed to be flagging in strength), but when it came to having to perform for Ukyo and Shampoo...he almost broke down in tears, remembering all too well the crushing guilt of previous years that had all but destroyed him. Nabiki was having quite another time accounting for why she was being delighted by so many eager and willing lovers, both male and female (well...technically male if you included the Hermaphrodite named Ranmaru) and all of them incredibly talented and well gifted. She was still on the altar when the blonde-haired Fubuki made her presence known by diving in between Nabiki's legs and giving her such a reaming with her tongue that Nabiki nearly lost consciousness with her explosive orgasm. Clearly this was a girl who had a lot of practice and knew exactly what to do to rock her world, and the sensations this woman created in her were simply indescribable! "Enjoying yourself, sister?" Nabiki heard her own voice (or rather the voice she heard whenever she listened to a play back of her own voice) above her head, prompting her to look up into the eyes of her Miroku-trained counterpart, who leered down with perfect understanding, "Fubuki-chan knows how to make your body sing, as I should know since she's been working her magic on me for the better part of two decades." Fubuki paused in her tongue-lashing to smile up at her wife and say, "Care to spot me and put my training to good use?" "You mean eat myself out?" Nabiki (M) grinned broadly, "I thought you'd never ask! Been a favorite fantasy of mine for years!" "Say what?" Nabiki gasped, her voice arching sharply as she saw her counterpart settle in and begin her feasting! "Oh man!" Ranko threw back her head and groaned as the friction continued to build between them, "Oh man...oh man...ohman-ohmanonmanomanOMANANOMAN!!!" Her voice arched sharply as Silver-kun arched his back and grunted loudly, clearly experiencing a two-way climax that was nearly simultaneous, causing both sex-changing girls to rock together on the padded floor as their worlds inverted and they found their souls merging closer together. Their climax inspired Tsuyori to experience her own self-stimulated orgasm as the Miroku girl felt the waves crest and come together in the clap of a tsunami. The waves of sensualist pleasure radiated out from the couple and merged with the sea of similar such sensations echoing all around about the chamber. "You know something?" Ryoga (TC) was saying to his counterpart as the two identical-seeming Hibikis continued to ride their respective Akaris in the classic "doggie" position, "I'm not even sure which one of our wives I'm doing this with...I can't tell them apart." "SHHH!!!" his Miroku-trained counterpart replied, "Not so loud, you fool! They might..." "Did I hear that right?" one Akari turned a smile towards the other. "Our husbands can't tell us apart?" the other Akari grinned, "Well...we're going to do something about that...won't we?" "Too late," the Miroku Ryoga winced, turning a glare at his companion, "Nice going Baka," then as one both men turned and called out, "RANMA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" "Gee," both Ranma's replied as one, "Where have I heard that one before?" As the waves finally crested and her strength began to ebb, Silver-kun partially collapsed on top of Ranko, but rather than spend the moment panting and gasping the vivacious redhead reached out to him and drew the dark haired boy into a kiss that was heartfelt and ecstatic. That kiss lingered on as the two continued to nestle together, Silver-kun reluctant to remove his spent "love- gun" from its designated holster, just as Ranko seemed equally reluctant to release him from the encirclement of her power legs. The two now seemed plainly to have emerged from their latest bout with an even greater commitment and a delight in screwing one another. "Wow," Ranko said when at last they parted lips, "Where the heck did you learn to do that?" "Pure inspiration, Beautiful," Silver-kun murmured back, "Just felt...I dunno...right somehow, moving my dick around in a circle by wiggling my hips and all that." "So...who won that round?" the redhead asked. "I think it was a tie," Silver-kun pondered the issue for a moment then said, "Wanna go for a rematch? I'll bet this time you cum in buckets." "Hah, you're on," Ranko retorted, "I haven't even begun to milk you, big guy." Tsuyori was pleased as she studied this duo with amorous admiration. Clearly that kiss had sealed the deal as far as either party was concerned, and though Ranko had clearly been taken off-guard by that change of tactics with Silver switching gender in mid-stride. Clearly they still viewed their lovemaking as a contest (or a "Love-Match"), but it had gone beyond the "friendly" level to something far more cooperative than either party was willing to admit. It was mostly for show now, their mutual warrior's pride having long since given way to something entirely consensual and unquestionably spiritual-erotic. They had not really changed in respective personalities, but there was an acceptance now of the differences and similarities that made them such a stunning contrast of near "bookends." In reality both of them had won that last encounter, which was the real reason that they seemed eager to continue their love-play. If anything, now, Ranko held a slight advantage since she would be recovering her strength a lot sooner than Silver-kun's male body could regenerate spent semen, but as they mashed together their sweat-slicked bodies there was little doubt that both would rally and recover very shortly, lust and the pride of the Saotomes forbidding that ether one of them would admit to weakness even as they studied each other with such extreme intensity of unvoiced desire and passion that it was doubtful even they had any idea what was happening between them. It was clear that---with the score tied at even---the two would be at it for quite a while, but now Tsuyori found she could no longer bear to be left on the sidelines and resolved to join in once again in their fun as soon as the opportunity presented itself, drawn as she was by her temporal sisters' most passionate exchanges. Toltiir was busy with his own vigorous activities, but it occurred to him that things were once again moving well beyond his sphere of control, so he decided to end his diverting little romp with the Goddess of Destruction, giving her a nice send off then sending her back where she belonged in Saotome. A quick change of appearance to something more dignified (?) befitting an Elder God about to throw cold water over a party, Toltiir cleared his throat then held up a Mega-Watt (Washu Labs Patented Pending TM) Blow Horn and coughed into the microphone end saying, "AHEM---TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE!!! ATTENTION EVERYONE!!! MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE?" Everyone froze in mid-stroke, tongue-flick or fondle to turn their heads in the Cat-god's direction. "Thank you," Toltiir banished the blow horn then spoke with clear and decisive enunciation, "Now that I have your attention, I'm afraid I'm pulling the plug on this little party. All paradimensionally displaced youth under the age of 21 are hereby ordered back to their home dimensions, post haste, with the sole exception of Ranko, whose dimension is presently close due to chronological reconstruction." "You're closing things down?" Dan asked as he stood with his cock buried deep within one of the two Nabikis. "What gives you the right?" Miko asked. "Uh...guys?" Ryoga (TC) spoke up, "He's an Elder God, that gives him the right." "Yeah," Ranma (TC) heaved a sigh, "Saved by the bell..." "Excuse me?" asked Botsasu, the girl into whose loins he was currently plunged. "Er...nothing," Ranma (TC) winced slightly. "Lord Toltiir?" Nabiki craned her head as best she could from where she lay back on the altar (after Ranmaru removed his male organ from her mouth), "What is the meaning of this? Why are you intervening directly like this?" "Because I have to," Toltiir replied, "Somebody needs to remind you guys of the reason you got drawn here in the first place. Remember the problem with dimensional instability caused by that Lord of Chaos thing? Well, you've only partially solved the problem. The real healing of the rift can't fully begin until you guys return to the places where you were drawn, and I mean right now, not next week." "I believe that I understand your reasoning here, Elder God," Ekko remarked, "A dimension cannot long stand without its Nexus giving it center and purpose, which means that Lylac-chan is needed in our home frame of reference." "I am?" Lylac replied. "I'm afraid so," Veil said reluctantly, "As long as I have known you, my friend, I have always known that you are essential to the destiny and future of what we call reality on the plane of mortals." "In other words," said Tenko, "We need you, just as our parents will need to be reassured of our successful mission, and it is long since time that I checked in with Grandmother anyway." "We've gotta go back?" Yuan-Yen sat up from where she was presently in the middle of a six-way sandwich formed by two different generations of Kodachi, the near equivalent of her prospective "Mother-in-law" being the nearest one to her as she straddled the older woman's lap. "It would appear so," Watazashi sighed, turning to Kodachi, "A pity...I would like to have stayed a bit longer to chat with you. I rather think you and my mother would find you have much in common, except for a slight scar that she wears rather proudly that mars her otherwise flawless beauty." "A scar on her face?" Kodachi arched an eyebrow, "How curious. I imagine that there must be quite a story around that." "Do we have to go already?" Atari asked, indicating Ryeka, whom she was currently straddling, "But I have not finished putting this upstart Pirate-spawn in her place!" "Yeah right," Ryeka growled, "I was just saving my strength for the second round...another minute and you'd be the one eating me out, Witch." "Guys?" Rinse urged as she helped Tachi back to their feet, "Can we save this for later?" "Of course," Tachi smiled, "You'll have plenty of chances to resolve the issue of which of you is the better lover once we return to our home dimensions." "I'm okay with that," Tinkerbell said, giving an apologetic look to Rose and Thorn, "No offense to you guys, but...I really need to find my own Watazashi...okay?" "Fine by us," Thorn replied, "We're just glad we could have you over." "Of course that was just the appetizer," Rose leered, "Next time stay for dinner, and bring your Watazashi. If she's anything like this one, I'll bet she tastes delicious." "I wouldn't mind having a crack at her myself," Watazashi mused, then when she saw the look Yuan-Yen and the others gave her she shrugged and replied, "Well, I can have fantasies too, can't I?" "We gotta go home?" Silver-kun asked, "What a bummer." "I know," Ranko agreed, "And we were only just getting started." "Well, maybe next time the two of you are together we can settle this like with proper sportswomanship," Tsuyori mused, "After all, the score between you is tied, so the next time around we'll have to pick a tie-breaking contest that the both of you can agree to." "Oh yeah?" Ranko eyed Silver in a sly and hungry manner. "The next time, huh?" Silver-kun asked, "Guess maybe we should both train up for that, huh?" "Yeah," Ranko said, "But next time I'm gonna do it to you as a guy and you can be the girl on the receiving end of my dick. I have that option, you know" "Yeah, right," Silver-kun snorted, "I should let you try and mount a hot piece of ass like mine, you'll be blowing your load just as soon as you get a good look at my cute buns." "Then it's decided," Tsuyori smiled, "When the two of you next meet it will be a contest to remember, just remember to save a piece for me and I'll be happy to train you." "Right," Ranko and Silver-kun said, each giving the other a calculating smile that as much as promised a match to remember. "But wait a minute," Lamyra spoke up, "My home dimension is the one we came from, which has been totally altered on account of our actions." "Ah yes," Toltiir remarked, "The changes to your timeline are substantial, true, but you have the memories of those alterations and can function normally in both versions of your world. You now know what the consequences of what will happen should your world not have a protector to stand between the Overfiend and the Lord of Chaos. You can be the deciding factor that will determine the balance, a hero or significant player, which is what your role is naturally since you are also a Temporal Nexus." "I...understand," Lamyra nodded slowly, then turned to her recent partners in sex-play and said, "It's been fun, guys, and I really learned a lot, so thanks for showing me such a great time." "Sure," moaned Sakura from where she lay in a spent heap. "No problem," agreed an equally spent Kitten. "Look us up anytime," moaned Bukotei as she stared up at the ceiling. "You guys are great," Lamyra smiled, then turned back to Toltiir and said, "I'm ready to go now, but...what should I wear when I go to see my parents?" "Considering who your parents are?" Toltiir smiled, "I don't think that will be a problem." He snapped his fingers and the green haired beauty vanished, then he smiled at the others and added, "And now for my next act, I'll make the rest of you go back to where you came from." "What?" Silver turned to Akira, "But we're not ready!" "Our parents are gonna kill us!" Akira protested. "Don't worry about that," the Lord of Mischief smirked, "Where I'm sending you guys, it won't be a problem." Another snap of his (metaphorically speaking) fingers and the room was suddenly absent by a Baker's dozen (plus one) of teenagers. "Hey!" Ranko exclaimed as Silver vanished with Akira and the others. "As for you young lady," Toltiir winked, "I think I'll leave you alone to your own devices, you're bound to be worth a closer study with all the mischief you've been causing." "But what about the rest of us?" Omake complained as she got up from the floor, "You just took away nearly all of our new playmates!" "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you kids," Toltiir smiled, "In fact, I brought along some replacement friends who ought to keep you entertained," he snapped his fingers and promptly vanished. "Replacement friends?" Kama Sutra remarked, "How odd." "I wonder what he meant by that," Tsuyori pondered, when suddenly all eyes turned towards movement that appeared at the far end of the temple, and through the double doors appeared a small horde of misshapen creatures of every variety of non-human bipedal creature. "HEY, WUZZUP?" cried one of these creatures, "LOOKA ALL THE BABES! IT'S SMORGASBORD TIME! LET'S PARTY!" "Hey!" Koi cried out, "They're Shikima!" "All right!" Bonbori declared, "Now we can have a real workout and some heavy duty tentacle action!" "Good thing they brought some girls along with them," Tsuyosa said. "I'll say," Shiromitsu spotted one particularly comely looking Shikima, "That one over there looks kinda cute!" "Dibs on the one with ochre-colored hair," Tenshin said with enthusiasm. Ranko stared in amazement as the creatures filed into the temple, to be met mid- way by enthusiastic Miroku. She blinked her eyes and asked, "You guys WANT to get it on with these demons?" "Of course," Tsuyori smiled, "Consorting with Shikima is part of the way we train in Sexcraft. If you'd like to join in, Kama and I will see to it you learn the basics." "Besides which," the older Kama replied, "Think of it as training so you can learn some new techniques the next time you meet up with Silver." "Training?" Ranko blinked, when all of a sudden a creature with pale green skin and a mop of darker green hair sidled up beside her and said, "HEY, BABE...YOU'RE KINDA CUTE!" "Uh...thanks, but..." Ranko started to say when she received a mild push from Tsuyori, and before she had time to recover she found herself being wrapped in slimy tentacles before she had time to put up any defenses. "Ranko!" Ranma (TC) started to react, only to be reassured by his counterpart, "Relax, man, they won't hurt her, and with Kama and Tsu-chan on hand she'll make out all right, trust me." "In the meantime," Miko smiled as she lay a hand around the now-standing Time Patrol Nabiki, "We have unfinished business of our own to continue." "Er...well..." Nabiki (TC) smiled nervously, "Of course I've enjoyed being with you all, but...Ranma-kun?" "Ah...right," Ranma gently but firmly pried his new wife away from the side of the lady of House Miroku and said, "Guys, this has been swell, but I think Nabby and I can carry on from here, so if you don't mind, we'll be getting on with that honeymoon now...bye!" "Nabby?" Nabiki (TC) and her Miroku counterpart said together, but before either of them could make a point of it the outline of both herself and Ranma became a blur, and then they vanished altogether. "Hey!" Ukyo declared, "Where did they go all of a sudden?" "Somewhere private if I have that guy figured," Ranma (M) replied, "Probably find a vacant room to shack up for the duration, and I don't suggest any of us going up there to disturb them." "You got that right," Ryoga (TC) affirmed, "And believe me when I say, you don't want to get my partner angry, and you sure as hell don't want to cross paths with Nabiki when she's got him where she's always wanted." "I see," Nabiki said, "Well...good luck to them, then, and I hope he makes my sister happy." "But what are the rest of us to do without the happy couple?" Shampoo inquired. "That's easy to figure out," Akane grinned, "We got other house guests who want to entertain us." "You mean the Shikima?" Dan smiled, "Well...why not?" "Can't let the kids have all the fun," Miyu agreed, "Wanna show them how it's done, guys?" By mutual consent the gathering of the elders adjourned, and with one voice they leaped into the fray and picked their partners for the evening. Soon the juices would be free-flowing and ecstatic as Shikima and Sexcraft-trained Miroku were going at it with abandon, leaving young and old alike to rejoice in the style uniquely Miroku. Tentacles writhed with human limbs and appendages, but whether you could call it "rape" was for anyone to speculate, especially on which side was on the RECEIVING side of that issue... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Ointment for those "Tentacle Sores" you may be suffering at this point: shadowmane@ridgenet.net This concludes this particular Hentai piece involving Ranko's stay at the House Miroku---but wait! We're not out of the "Tentacle Rape" forest yet! There are still more Hentai side-stories to link to this series, so if you've had "Enough Already!" do not read any further. For those of you still not satisfied that you've had enough Shikima-style action, stay tuned for, "Ranko Versus Silver, Round Three," or "How many Shikima does it take to screw in a Lightbulb?" Be there! (Oh, and don't worry, those of you who are waiting for my more serious projects. I'm getting back to them shortly, this was just something I did to get my Racks off, in a manner of speaking. Ciao! ^_-) Jim R Bader 08/11/00