RanSquaresSS5

Realities Squared

(Side Story 5)

Epilogue:

"Where were we, then?"

by
Jim Robert Bader
&
D.B Sommers



WARNING: CONTAINS SCENES OF A DIRECTLY
LIBIDINOUS NATURE INCLUDING SEXUALLY
EXPLICIT NATURE BETWEEN CONSENTING
TEENAGERS IN A FICTITIOUS SETTING, WHICH
MEANS THAT IT'S LEGAL SO LONG AS THE READER
IS OF AN AGE MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE THE
DESCRIBED IMAGES HEREIN CONTAINED.  YOU
HAVE BEEN WARNED!	





Continuum #57821964

Miroku House:


Tsuyori saw that Silver and several of their other houseguests were about to 
depart to their home dimensions and decided that she had to act if she was to 
insure a safe return of at least one of her favorite players.  The chemistry 
between Silver and Ranko was so obviously strong that it would be a shame to 
leave matters unresolved at this point, and with every chance that they would be 
seeing each other again, a little extra "insurance" would not hurt to much, 
so...surreptitiously and unnoticed, she reached down to her pelvis and stroked 
herself until she found a sufficient quantity of her own secretions to cover her 
fingers, then "oh-so-gently" brushed some of this onto Silver's hip, then a few 
others whom Tsuyori thought might need a push, and this before the cat-God 
Toltiir waved an arm and dismissed these teens back to where they had come from.

Though nominally human, Tsuyori was part Kitsune fox, (although not yet a nine-
tailed Kyubi like her full-blooded sister, Sakura), but she also had long 
association with her half-Shikima older sister, Kama Sutra, and as such she had 
acquired a good portion of "Shikima" influences that filled her body with the 
rich hormones of demonic sexual arousal.  Her Cum, therefore, had "Shikima-like" 
properties and could instill powerful "nymphotic" qualities in anyone who had a 
"sample."

Tsuyori smiled a bit sadly as she watched Silver go, wanting another crack at 
the vivacious platinum blonde, but knowing that she would have to abide until 
such time as the fates brought them back together.  Of a certainly Ranko was 
missing her with her expression of deep longing, and since she was the one with 
the time-traveling pendant, Tsuyori rather would have bet those two would be 
cumming together once again before too much time had elapsed.  Until 
then...well...Tsuyori hoped her little "gift" would be a nice primer to insure 
that Silver kept in shape and practice for wherever she wound up in her home 
dimension...



Continuum: #46972185

Furinkan High School Lockers/Women's Showers:


Yuriko Kuonji had stayed late during practice for the Volleyball team and was 
now showering herself down in the nearly deserted lockers.  She was preoccupied 
as she soaped and lathered her tan, lean body, giving special attention to her 
generously endowed breasts, all the while her mind on someone else, a particular 
classmate who had of late become the central focus of much of her private 
musings.

[Damn that Silver,] she fumed silently to herself, [She goes off on yet another 
heroic quest, taking Akira-san with her, and naturally has not a care in the 
world to spare for anyone else.  One of these days, I swear, she is going to go 
too far, and then...and then I will find a way to pay her back for my 
humiliation!]

Unbidden her mind traveled back to an occasion that was all too vivid in her 
mind, having happened only a few weeks in the past when she and Silver had been 
the unwitting victims of one of Gel's meddlesome little "pranks."  That damned 
half-Chinese bimbo had gone and gotten them both struck with one of her potent 
little aphrodisiac concoctions, and with the predictable result (Silver being 
male at the time) of the two of them getting highly...**distracted**...for the 
better part of two whole hours!

In her defense, Yuriko was not exactly in full possession of her wits when this 
had happened (neither was Silver, but that was an entirely different issue, she 
insisted!), but how far could that denial stand up to critical examination given 
that it was a ...HIGH PLEASURABLE experience...and one that had seemed both 
mutual and natural at the time with recriminations following only after the 
event.  It did not exactly impress on her much confidence in her own sexuality, 
an issue that was very raw and sore with her, given her own rather **unique** 
origins.

For Silver it was no big deal, the baka was used to making "conquests" with 
women who succumbed to her (or his) considerable charms.  Yuriko could 
understand the power and allure Silver had on those who found the cocky blonde 
charming and attractive, yet having known her all of her life, Yuriko would have 
thought herself immune to those none-too-subtle powers of persuasion that 
allowed Silver to get away with so much that others would not have found so 
charming.  Yuriko knew what sort of person the young Saotome heir was like, and 
yet still she found herself lapsing into the pattern conformed to by far too 
many of their classmates.  The platinum-haired girl could practically walk on 
water (Yuriko knew, she had seen Silver do it, only it was more like running 
very, very fast) and acted like she could do no wrong, but in truth she was just 
an outrageous flirt with an ego the size of a large mountain, and she had little 
regard for anyone else's feelings, taking advantage of a girl's virtue without 
any regard for her personal desires to save her virginity for someone **very** 
special!

[Damned egotistical, muscle-headed, cock-sure, sex-changing Hentai-Pervert 
Superhero wannabe!]  Yuriko mentally growled while scrubbing her smooth skin 
with a soap bar, [Runs off like it was another stupid training mission, and she 
never even thinks of taking me with her...]  Yuriko paused in her silent rant as 
she wondered where **that** last bit had come from.  As if she'd want to play 
tag-along on one of Silver's adventures, having had enough of those in the past 
few years of their **unfortunate** association...

The fact that she---Yuriko---had given her body to another girl who could turn 
into a boy---WHEN she was a boy, no less!---called into serious question any 
protestations or pretence on her part that she was in any way different from her 
mother, Ukyo Kuonji.  In spite of many denials that she was in any way the child 
of her parents, it now seemed as if Yuriko was indeed very much like her 
biological father, Ai Konjou, who was openly and admittedly bisexual and lived a 
**most** unconventional lifestyle, sharing a restaurant with Yuriko's biological 
mother.  Yuriko did love and care a great deal about her parents (even WHEN they 
were driving her to distraction), but years of having to explain their 
relationship to her friends in conformity-minded Japanese society, she had come 
to feel a strong sense of embarrassment, which led her to want to appear (at 
least on the surface) to be "normal."  Being a martial artist schooled in both 
"Combat Cheerleading" and Okonomiyaki-style cooking martial arts was unusual 
enough by the standards of most people...Yuriko DID NOT need the hassle of 
having friends suspect her of being a closet "Hentai!"

This was part of the reason why Yuriko had gravitated to studying under her Aunt 
Crepe Suzette, chief rival to her mother, who had never treated Yuriko as 
anything less than a "special" kind of person.  Her Aunt was the only one who 
seemed to genuinely understand her, ignoring the fact that Yuriko (and her 
little sister) was the product of Jusenkyo-style magic.  Suzette had taken 
Yuriko under her wing and taught her a different style of cooking and fighting 
that allowed Yuriko to find some much-needed "breathing room" and establish her 
own identity as independent of her parents.  (True, in effect she was also doing 
this to spite her mother, but after some of the ego clashes they had had over 
the last few years, it was just another way for Yuriko to affirm to herself that 
she was nothing like her mother...or her "father" for that matter!).

But now that had to be taken into serious reconsideration if she---in truth---
really could feel attraction to another woman...ESPECIALLY one as brassy as 
Silver!  It was all well and good to blame it on Gel's potions, but how much of 
what happened between her and "Silver-kun" was a genuine product of their own 
feelings?  That was the thought that tormented her now, when alone to her 
thoughts and left to reflect on the weird direction that her life had suddenly 
taken.

How much could she protest of her attraction to Silver?  They had known each 
other most of their lives, almost from childbirth, and had clashed over the 
years as sparring partners or sometime companions.  Yuriko resented the way 
Silver could seem to blithely flow through life with a feeling of invincibility, 
as though she could do no wrong, not to mention the way that Silver (who often 
protested that Martial Arts was NOT the most important thing in her life) never 
seemed to lose a major battle.  The fact that Silver was also an incredibly 
vivacious beauty (in EITHER form) made it hard to compete with her, ESPECIALLY 
where it came to attracting the attention of other boys in their school, 
PARTICULARLY where it came to one particular fellow student who had strongly 
drawn Yuriko's interest of late.

Namely a boy by the name of Ryo Hibiki.

Yuriko looked down at her water-slicked body, wondering just where she could 
have been found in default when contrasted with Silver.  Did she lack anything 
for exotic looks or personal beauty?  Were her breasts any less well-formed and 
shapely, her legs being long and well curved, her body lean and athletic and her 
features possessing all the classic elements of a ravishing beauty.  Her long 
blonde hair, even more lustrous than that of her "father," gave her as much of 
an attractive air as Silver herself, surely!  Why then couldn't she attract 
Ryo's attention like Silver, who was plainly more interested in Akira?

[Damn you for being so charismatic, Silver!] Yuriko silently fumed, [Why, if you 
were here now, I'd give you hell for what you've done to me you...Pervert!]

PLOP!

The sound of something striking the wet floor registered on Yuriko's awareness, 
as did a disturbingly familiar voice that slowly complained, "Ow!  Somebody 
should have told me about the rude landing...and who left all this water 
running?"

No...it couldn't be!  That voice was unmistakable, but for that person to be 
here and now would mean...

Very slowly Yuriko turned around to see the masculine form of Silver-kun pushing 
up off the floor with a very surprised, "Where am I...YU-CHAN???"

Yuriko did not reply, for Silver-kun was utterly naked, having clearly converted 
to male form in the cold water that was inexplicably left running.  As Silver-
kun looked up in surprise at seeing her, Yuriko further got a look at the rest 
of him, including an entirely MALE erection as a nine-inch male member stood up 
to attention.

"What the hell?" Silver-kun exclaimed as he started to get to his feet, "I'm in 
the girl's showers?  Hooboy...I'm sorry about that, Yu-chan.  I don't what...oh 
yeah, I get it now!  Very funny, Ha-Ha!  That Toltiir guy is a real stand-up.  
Ah---Yu-chan?"  You okay?  Say something!"

Yuriko knew that she should say something in response to this situation but---
oddly---found that she could not.  The sight of Silver-kun's male body...or---to 
be more exact---that MALE member that was mesmerizing her attention, paralyzed 
her.  Thoughts of doing something about it---yelling, screaming, calling Silver 
names and chasing the Pervert out of the shower sprang immediately to mind, yet 
somehow she could not think of doing any of those things as she continued to 
stare at Silver's MALE body.  She had none of her weapons, nothing but her hands 
and feet to use in her defense, could only fall back on her martial arts 
training to defend herself in her admittedly vulnerable state, and yet she was 
held rigid by some strange force beyond her understanding.  All she knew was 
that she was staring HARD at Silver-kun's HARD and glistening naked body, upon 
which cold drops of water were running down his skin over muscles in a 
surprisingly aesthetic manner.  Staring at this body affected her in some way 
that was wholly inexplicable, and it was all Yuriko could do to stay where she 
was without locking her knees together and fainting.

"Er..." Silver-kun could not help noticing the way his friend was looking at 
him, and a glance down showed why as he was sporting another (?) inexplicable 
hard on, no doubt a delayed reaction from all the screwing he had just done in 
both male and female aspects.  This prompted him to say, "Ah...sorry about this, 
guess I kinda caught you by surprise, heheh.  Didn't mean to shock you or 
nothing, just, ah...well...I guess I should be going, huh?"

Yuriko still did not reply, and Silver-kun realized that he should make a hasty 
exit before his friend started making a fuss.  Oddly enough, though, he found 
himself reluctant to move, and as he stared back at Yuriko he started to take 
notice of the fact that "Yu-chan" was naked...VERY naked, and with water running 
down her smooth and well-sculpted body.  It was very hard not to notice the way 
Yuriko's long yellow hair was plastered to the contours of her perfect form, or 
the swell of Yuriko's nipples as they started to stiffen, even as she appeared 
to flush slightly as her breathing became more irregular and ragged.  In fact, 
looking at Yuriko was having a similar effect on his own body, one that made his 
already stiff erection harden even more as his eyes roved up and down her long 
and leggy body.

To say the least, he found Yuriko...very intriguing...

Yuriko was finding Silver-kun EXTREMELY intriguing, though she was at a loss to 
say exactly why, not knowing about the presence of "Shikima Juice" on the tall 
boy's person.  Body chemistry and heat had combined with the steam in the air to 
create a subtle, almost undetectable perfume whose aroma had by now reached 
Yuriko's nostrils, activating a hormonal reaction all too typical of young women 
who encountered Shikima for the first time ever.  The pleasurable sensations 
that normally deadened a woman's natural inclinations to fear and panic in the 
presence of a demon (thereby making them far easier to arouse and seduce with 
the infamous "Shikima Tentacle Fetish" than would be the case in a "normal" 
setting) were working here to dull the reflexive battle senses of even a highly 
trained martial artist, and Yuriko was finding her pulse quickening as desire 
replaced any rejection she might have thought towards seeing Silver-kun this 
way, and in such a compromising situation!

Silver-kun was similarly unaware that his state of arousal was partly to blame 
on Tsuyori's little "prank," sharing a portion of her own "cum juice" to 
stimulate Silver's sex drive so that he/she would react to the sight of the 
first attractive person whom he encountered.  As Silver would have freely 
admitted that he found Yuriko VERY ATTRACTIVE under even the most normal of 
settings, he found himself becoming highly aroused at the mere sight of his 
lifelong girlfriend.  Any thoughts he might have had about the strangeness of 
his sudden desire for her was smothered in the hormonal soup that flooded his 
mind as the Miroku influence began to take hold over his sensibilities, making 
him rise (in both senses of the word) and approach the moisture-slickened blonde 
with no thought at all but the desire to SCREW her silly!

Yuriko similarly found any objection that she might have raised under the 
circumstances had evaporated like smoke on a breeze, but she had the presence of 
mind to notice that Silver-kun was about to step into the path of the hot water 
overhead nozzle, and without even half-thinking about it she reached over and 
turned the handle off, thereby insuring that Silver-kun would remain male as he 
approached her.

"Yu-chan," Silver-kun said in a husky voice as he reached out to place a hand to 
the tiles at the side of her head as Yuriko leaned back against the wall and 
stared at him with eyes that were extremely doe-like, "You look great...and you 
smell so nice..."

"I do?" Yuriko wondered at the thrill that passed through her then at the 
compliment she was given, hearing in it the confirmation that she was indeed 
desirable, and VERY MUCH A WOMAN!

"Oh yeah," Silver-kun pressed his body in with his other hand cutting off any 
path of escape that she might have contemplated (not that Yuriko was intending 
to go anywhere at the moment!).  He stood poised with is manly form only inches 
away from her, his heat radiating to fill the space between them with his 
entirely masculine presence.  There was not even a hint of the girl-side in 
Silver-kun's regard of Yuriko, and yet the thought of what his look portended 
made her shudder with mingled dread and anticipation, her breath catching in her 
throat as she waited for him to make the first move, which was not long in 
coming!  (Nor was she, she rather fervently was hoping...)

With one strong and well-callused hand he stroked the side of her upper arm, all 
the while maintaining eye-contact, then cupped her face and tilted his chin to 
insure that she would look up at him rather than avert her stare at the last 
second (as IF!), then brought his mouth down to hers and passionately kissed 
her.

That kiss was like electric fire that sparked up and down Yuriko's body, filling 
her with a warmth that at once burst into a flame of full fledged desire.  She 
felt the rounded head of his manliness press up against her belly and 
unselfconsciously reached down with a hand to caress that upturned rod between 
her fingers, savoring the hard-ribbed "muscles" beneath the smooth sides of this 
shaft even as one finger played over the tip, discovering as she did a sticky 
substance that responded to her gentle pressure.  At once Silver-kun responded 
by placing his other hand to the side of one of her firm breasts and caressing 
it gently, then fondling and squeezing it as though to test its ripeness.  
Yuriko moaned at that and began to run her hand up and down his manliness, all 
the while marveling at the flavor that greeted her mouth as she felt Silver's 
tongue thrust into her...a flavor that oddly tasted of honeysuckle and cinnamon, 
a flavor that she found altogether arousing!

It did not occur to her to wonder where that flavor had come from, or to ask if 
maybe Silver-kun had been dipping his tongue into someone else's "honey."  What 
she did know was that she WANTED him more than any other time that she could 
remember, far more than when under Gel's concoctions!  It was this desire that 
made her guide his hand to the moistened opening between her legs.  Silver-kun 
felt and implicitly understood what was expected of him from this point onward 
and immediately lifted Yuriko up by her hips to position her against the wall 
where their groins would be level, and then with one good push forced his way 
inside her.

Yuriko only grunted slightly as she felt nine inches of hard manhood violate the 
sanctity of her loins, the way too well lubricated by now to offer more than 
token resistance.  Silver-kun pushed and positioned her hips until he achieved 
full maximum penetration, then slammed his pelvis into her as Yuriko took him 
all the way gasping slightly at the mild discomfort, which vanished rapidly as 
Silver-kun pulled out part-way, then rammed his rod home again, giving Yuriko a 
thrill as this second penetration went in even more smoothly than the first.  
Her loins reflexively clamped down around him, and then Silver-kun began banging 
her in earnestness as he slowly built up a methodical yet powerful momentum.

[OHYEAH!] Silver-kun mentally thought to himself as he got seriously down to the 
business of riding his "Yu-chan," delighting in the wonderfully warm caress of 
her loins about his as she gratefully accepted each thrust, getting more and 
more into the spirit of her ride as Silver-kun hammered her into the wall, 
Yuriko's bare legs flapping in the air as her whole body shook with each and 
every piston-motion.

It was so delightfully sinful, doing it this way in a nominally public place, 
the chance of discovery and/or exposure eminent should the coach or one of the 
teaching staff (or even a fellow student) should turn up right there and then to 
catch them in the act of flagrante delecto.  Silver-kun would hardly mind yet 
another scandal laid to his doorstep (unless, of course, it should draw the 
attention of his parents) but Yuriko would have minded tremendously having 
herself be found out this way, doing a GUY in the showers (and never mind what 
HER parents would have to say about it!), and so the threat to her was very 
real, and so was the guilty sensation of doing what was (at least nominally) 
forbidden!

"Oh yeah, oh man, this is good!" Silver-kun grunted as he began to ride the 
helpless Yuriko like there was literally no tomorrow, his rod now sliding in and 
out as if he were seeking to pump oil (or, at the very least, was expecting a 
gusher!).  He opened his eyes and saw Yuriko's lovely face flush with total 
desire for him, and her heated pants as she breathlessly cried, "OH YES---OHMY--
-ON YEEEEESSSS!  OH, COME ON STUD, DO ME!  DON'T STOP, FASTER!  
OHYEAAAAHHHHH!!!"

In an amazingly short span of time Yuriko came very suddenly, the grinding 
impact of Silver's crotch hairs scrubbing against the swollen clit of the other 
girl and providing just the right incentive that Yuriko needed.  Her body 
spasmed and convulsed around Silver, momentarily creating a minor suction around 
his loins, which was all it took to send the fully aroused Silver-kun over the 
brink of his own orgasm as he felt his loins tighten and convulse, then shoot a 
wad like a gun into the middle of his girlfriend.

To put it mildly, Silver-kun was amazed that he even had any semen left after 
the frolicsome escapades that he had just experienced with the Miroku (and a 
certain hot little redhead he could not help but mention to himself).  For 
Yuriko the suddenly WET sensation in her loins was an unexpected added bonus to 
the tremendous swelling tide of full-scale "pelvic juicing" swept her over the 
edge into a blissful world of wild, carnal ecstasy, and she reflexively reached 
out with her hands to grab Silver-kun by the neck so that she could compel him 
to kiss her once again.  Silver-kun responded to the kiss (and his orgasm) by 
losing his balance and falling towards the floor, yet somehow managing to land 
on the bottom so that Yuriko could land upon him without surrendering her 
purchase.  Yuriko smiled, now fully into the act of screwing Silver, and 
relishing the fact that the "Top" position gave her more control over the 
action.  From here she was able to guide his penetrating member into the exactly 
right position where the rod could brush up against her most sensitive nerve-
endings along the inner lining.  This had the effect of re-inflating Silver's 
loins to renewed hardness, and of firing up the heat in Yuriko's loins as she 
brought her legs into the proper position, then began to hop up and down on him 
until they were going at it again like there was no tomorrow.

For Silver-kun this was an especially good position for staring up at the 
amazing sight of Yuriko "bouncing" up and down, her full breasts moving in 
accordance with the laws of physics to provide a MOST eye-catching attraction.  
As he felt his rod go up and down inside of her, he found his eyed studying the 
blonde girl's features as Yuriko seemed flush with delight and incredible 
passion, her intense desire plain as day as she took him in and gave him back (a 
little), this time taking their sweet time until---an eternity later, though 
most probably no more than eight minutes---he came a second time inside "his Yu-
chan!"  Yuriko did not quite experience an orgasm herself at this point, but the 
feeling of Silver-kun's "second cumming" was no less a delight as it flattered 
her feminine prowess.

But then Silver-kun reached up with both hands and cupped Yuriko's bosoms, 
smiling up at her as he said, "Now I'm gonna show you how it's really done, 
Bitch."

Such crude terms---which normally would have offended Yuriko---only served to 
intensify her desire for a climax, but as aroused as she was she was taken 
completely by surprise when Silver-kun flipped her over and pressed her to the 
tiled floor, grinning lasciviously as if this time intending her real mischief!

"Love doing you as a guy," Silver-kun gloated proudly, "But I'm too pooped to 
pop a third time...no problem, though...I know how to get some real stamina to 
screw you royal!"

And with that Silver-Kun stretched up one leg and hit the hot-water faucet, 
turning the handle on so that it shot a stream of still-warm water over both of 
their bodies, immediately transforming the dark-haired young man into his 
platinum-haired aspect.

Yuriko's eyes got very wide at this, and had she not been too overcome with lust 
to put up even a token struggle she might have protested.  She was (as she 
rather loudly proclaimed) NOT A LESBIAN like either of her parents!  She wanted 
to seem "normal" before the rest of her classmates, and what Silver was 
intending here was exactly the sort of thing she had been so steadfastly working 
to avoid since puberty first made her aware of these "special" stirrings!

But Silver-chan never even gave her the chance to utter a protest as she dove 
down with her face and buried her lips into the blonde muff of the helpless 
chef's daughter.  Yuriko almost immediately arched her back and uttered a gasp 
that was half-exclamation, for Silver's tongue was roving over her clit and 
circling around it in a way that was calculated to drive any woman CRAZY!  She 
thrashed on the floor as Silver continued to tongue-stimulate her, then brought 
that supple member further down Yuriko's yet-moistened slit and plunged 
unhesitatingly into the "honey pot," which was presently full of "cream 
filling," the sum mixtured contents of both of their loins during their previous 
climaxes.

If Yuriko had ever harbored any doubt that another woman could pleasure her, 
those doubts were dispelled utterly within the next five seconds.  She not only 
CAME into Silver-chan's mouth, she EXPLODED with rich jism rich in fructose (and 
other natural flavoring agents), rewarding Silver's tongue with the delightful 
taste of delicious vanilla extract!

The sound of Silver-kun slurping happily away filled Yuriko's ears as she slowly 
drifted down from whatever cloud to which her mind had been transported by her 
cumming.  She stared dull-eyed at the ceiling and panted freely, hot water 
pouring down over them without being too scalding, the heat within her body so 
intense that her loins felt like a raging inferno, and her heart was beating 
like a staccato triphammer.  Her whole body had clenched with the force of her 
orgasm and yet Silver-chan had not even missed a beat or a tongue-stroke.  It 
was as if the platinum blonde, half-Chinese girl were getting off on the taste 
of her own male semen mixed with Yuriko's juices, and it took a while before 
Silver seemed willing to surrender her lock-hold on Yuriko's loins, pausing only 
long enough to slide herself up Yuriko's body so that she could plant a full 
frontal kiss on Yuriko's mouth and share with her this exquisite flavor.

To Yuriko's complete astonishment, the flavor of her own juice, and Silver's, 
caressed her tongue and caused her appetite to swell like a throbbing member.  
Then Silver-chan broke her kiss and said in a wry voice, "Now it's your turn, 
Bitch...prepared to have your first real taste of pussy!"

Now Yuriko's eyes did widen a bit in panic.  No way!  Shouldn't couldn't!  
Silver had to be joking!  Yuriko couldn't do THAT with a girl!  Not like the way 
her mothers would go down on each other in the middle of the afternoon (when 
they thought "little" Yu-chan wasn't looking!).  That had always seemed 
so...disgusting and maybe a bit painful (her folks she made enough noise while 
doing it that Yuriko had thought it some kind of special brand of torture).  But 
even as these objections formed in her mind, Silver-kun got up and turned off 
the showers once again, then knelt down and positioned her loins over Yuriko's 
face, slowly lowering herself until Yuriko could not avoid the press of the 
other girl's bush all but smothering her features!

"Now," Silver-chan cooed, "Do it just like I'm doing it now, Yu-chan..." and 
with that she bent down and began to tongue Yuriko's clit.  The blonde gasped as 
her resistance immediately crumbled, the very effort of trying to breathe 
forcing her to move her lips over and around the fleshy pink folds of the other 
girl's labia.  To her increasing amazement, Yuriko found a new flavor greeting 
her taste buds, and without taking the time to think twice about it she stuck 
her tongue up to lick a sample, then plunged it further into those loins as her 
hunger renewed itself, drawn by the intriguing taste of wintergreen and 
sweetened lemons!

Silver gasped as she felt Yuriko's hesitant first licks become more emboldened 
tongue thrusts and buried her own face in the blonde's golden "fur," plunging 
the tip in deep to probe the depths of Yuriko's "clam shells," sucking down on 
the "oyster" as she was rewarded once again with the flavor of cum mixed with 
semen as Yuriko's legs rose and parted to afford her a better purchase, the 
blonde's feet curling with the delight of twin sensations greeting her own mouth 
and her loins at the mouth of Silver.

This went on for quite a while until Yuriko---gathered by some intuitive sense 
of what was needed for her to fulfill her task, struck gold as she hit the right 
combination of nerve-clusters, sending Silver-chan all the way over the edge so 
that the platinum blonde filled the golden-haired blonde's mouth with a rush of 
translucent "Silver."  Yuriko came a short time after this as Silver's own 
efforts yielded paydirt, and then they writhed on the floor together for several 
long moments as the sounds of their groans mingled with the slurps of two hungry 
wildcats drinking the "cream" of living saucers.

But at last their lust (and the Shikima influence within them) ebbed as 
satiation allowed them the time to recover their bearings.  Silver got up off of 
Yuriko and smiled with happy enthusiasm, then said, "Wow...that was something!  
Good fuck there, Yu-chan, you're one of the best, and I really mean that!  Nice 
to see you keeping that tight little ass of yours in shape, you're a first-rate 
piece in my book.  Well, fun's over for now, I guess...it must be getting kinda 
late, and I'm gonna catch it with my folks if I don't hurry home soon.  You take 
care of yourself until the next time I decide to screw you, and don't worry, 
it's just between you and me.  Anybody else asks, it never happened."

With that Silver-chan got up and left the showers, leaving Yuriko to pant and 
gasp on the floor in a state of near-total exhaustion.  She knew that Silver was 
headed for the lockers (where she always packed a spare Cheosong for 
"emergencies," and would be heading back to her parent's house long before 
Yuriko had the strength to crawl out of the showers.

Very slowly she came down from her high as cold realization hit her.  No longer 
affected by the rush of female hormones, she could think clearly again and have 
a semi-objective perspective of everything that had just happened, and the 
conclusion she came to was like having a freshly cooked okonomiyaki tossed into 
her face.

[SHE DID IT TO ME---AGAIN!!!] Yuriko mentally declared in horrified amazement, 
[She jumps me and leaves me gasping!  Only this time she did it to me as BOTH a 
GUY and a GIRL!!!]

Her thoughts in disarray, her self-conception once more exploded for a myth as 
the equally cold realization that she had ENJOYED eating out Silver, in ADDITION 
TO THE HUMPING, made any weak protestations of innocence on her part a flagrant 
lie, and one this time that even she could not swallow (though she certainly HAD 
swallowed a substantial amount of Silver's "love-juice!).  The very thing she 
feared the most had come to pass...she had been left exposed as the daughter of 
her parents!

[CURSE YOU, YOU SILVER-HAIRED WITCH!!!] Yuriko mentally fumed, [I'M GONNA GET 
YOU FOR THIS---I SWEAR IT!!!]

Exactly what the form of the "revenge" she was contemplating at that point even 
she had no idea, though had anyone asked they would have gotten a "Baker's Peel 
Smash" to the head for their troubles.  But for now Yuriko had to work on the 
basics, like getting feeling back in her legs as her loins continued to tingle 
and her breasts continued to swell like a pair of ripened melons, hungry and 
desiring to be "sampled..."



*	*	*

3.


Akira had been wondering about the type of day he had so far been experiencing 
when he manifested inside his family house and (much to his astonishment) in the 
bathroom no less, right outside the furo which (much to his intense relief) was 
currently absent of occupation.  The tub was full however, and someone was 
obviously about to make its use, which meant he would probably be best served by 
not getting in the way of whoever intended on making its usage, 
but...well...there were two very strong reasons for him to rethink this line of 
reasoning...

The first being that he was naked, and the second being that he smelled...pretty 
randy, even by his own modest standards.  Hardly surprising given the activities 
in which he had just recently been engaged, but he doubted very much that he 
could account to his mother---let alone his grandfather and aunts---the reason 
for why he was smelling like he had just come out of a brothel.

Then, of course, there was the nagging problem of finding some clothing to wear 
while traversing the hallway.  It would have been nice had Lord Toltiir sent 
along his personal effects when he dismissed Akira and the others to their home 
dimensions, but...somehow Akira doubted if the Elder God of Mischief was all 
that worried about the dignity of his nominal charges.

He was still trying to ponder this when the door to the furo slid open, and in 
stepped Kiri, herself naked but for the towel she had wrapped around her upper 
body.  Akira turned a dismayed look towards his nominal Aunt (actually two years 
younger than himself, and a Senior in High School), too shocked even to cover 
his privates (or the present erection he was sporting, which had him 
inexplicably at "half-mast" for all the screwing he had been engaged in during 
the past several hours) which prompted Kiri to stare first at him and then down 
at his waist level, her expression frozen in fascinated dismay as the two of 
them stood silently like that for the space of a full minute, no word escaping 
either one of them as Akira tried to think of a good explanation.

Unfortunately his mind could only form with thoughts of his Aunt and how good 
she looked wearing that towel, a line of reasoning that faintly horrified him 
for all that it was causing his half-limp member to remember its manners and 
stand up to attention.  Kiri could hardly help noticing that even as Akira found 
his eyes traveling up and down the length of her supple body.

To say the least he was horrified...and turned on more than he could have ever 
imagined!

"Ah..." he managed at last to say lamely, "It...not what it looks like..."

Just then he heard the voice of his Aunt Kurume coming from just outside the 
corridor as she found Kiri standing in the doorway to the bathroom and said, 
"What wrong, Kiri-chan?  Don't stand around all day blocking out the facilities-
--OH MY!"

Akira did not even wait to see the expression on his older Aunt's astonished 
face but dove right into the furo without even waiting to suds and wash himself 
down, as was proper.  He had covered his ears when Kiri started screaming, 
knowing better than to look up, which would only compound his current dilemma.

That was fifteen minutes ago, and now, and now---after thoroughly washing 
himself down to remove all trace of body odor (or the mingled substances that 
coated his flesh) he began to think clearly once again, and his hard-on 
(thankfully!) faded to a more normal state of inaction.  Try as he might, 
however, he could not rub away his sense of embarrassment at having disgraced 
himself before two of the Tendo women.  He was effectively trapped where he was 
for the duration, and without a reasonable alibi could only look forward to a 
stern lecture when news of this incident (inevitably) reached the ears of his 
mother!

Still and all, it was preferable to explaining why he had sweat, pussy juice, 
even his own semen decorating his body.  THAT was NOT an explanation that he 
looked forward to presenting in any short order!  Physically he was clean, just 
a little bit exhausted (okay, A LOT exhausted, are you happy?), but taking into 
account all that he had been through of late this was hardly to be remarked at.

After all, he'd helped to save the universe, not to mention had more sex in one 
day than he had enjoyed in his entire life...even more great sex than many studs 
ever encountered.  Visions of "The Wedding" (followed briefly by "The Orgy") at 
House Miroku would be permanently etched in his mind like the pornographic 
frescos that some Archeologists had uncovered at Pompeii.  Other men might brag 
about indulging in their wildest fantasies, but he had just done it, not to 
mention bore witness to an all-out melee of writhing limbs and writhing bodies 
with men, women, hermaphrodites, even part-demons filling every opening that 
could be found in the house.

Perhaps by far the most unforgettable sight of all had been seeing his MOTHER 
(or rather a version of his Mother who was native to the Miroku dimension) 
acting like a sex-starved harlot, happily engaging in some serious "muff-diving" 
with her face buried between another woman's legs, while herself being mounted 
from behind by a blonde woman who had somehow managed to project an organ from 
her own clitoris that was expanded and shaped like a rod as large as his own 
male member.  At one point Akira had even seen his "mother" cast a hungry look 
his way, a predatory smile on her face, which had come damned near close to 
making him go limp on the spot (in spite of the best efforts that he was just 
then receiving from another one of the Miroku).

Considering what a prim and proper woman the Kasumi Tendo who had raised him had 
always seemed, this was utterly shocking.  His mother had always seemed to be 
the epitome of restraint and self control (well...all except for that one 
passionate weekend that she had spent with Akira's "Uncle" Shampoo-kun, the 
occasion upon which Akira now knew he had been conceived, though this remained a 
deeply buried family secret) and to even think of his mother as having a sex 
drive was more than Akira was mentally prepared to handle.

He could tell himself now that it was just the way things were done in that 
other world, a world where historical events had turned out VERY different from 
that to which Akira was accustomed, when it was his Aunt Ukyo---not Shampoo---
who had wound up becoming the primary wife of Ranma Saotome.  A world in which 
Ukyo had been raised by the Miroku and trained in their arts of ritual Ninjutsu-
like Sexcraft, and through her had formed a group marriage that included all 
three Tendo sisters and the rival fiancées of Ranma, not to mention members of 
another Ninja clan called the Suzuka.  The Kasumi there had lost all inhibitions 
under the influence of a Miroku woman named Fubuki, and so it was hardly fair to 
contrast this radically alternate version of her mother with the one who (very 
shortly he feared) would be lecturing him for his "shockingly improper" 
behavior.

To say the least he was NOT looking forward to that moment, especially since he 
did not know how he would be able to look his mother in the face and tell her 
that he had just had sex with his own younger half-sister!

"Knock, knock!" a voice called out as the door to the furo slid open, "Is it 
safe to come in already?"

"Very funny," Akira growled, in no mood to have to endure the taunting of his 
younger cousin, Tarou.

The dark haired boy entered anyway, not even bothering to hide his trademark 
smirk as he held an armload of clean and freshly folded clothing in his arms, 
along with a clean bath towel, "Just checking to make sure.  I heard you tried 
to rape Aunt Kiri, and you can never be too careful."

"What, you think I was going to try attacking you?" Akira almost snarled, a very 
rare display of temper on his part, "And for the record, I did NOT attack Aunt 
Kiri."

"Hey, whatever," the arrogant boy said as he set the towel and clothes down by 
the sink, "Don't go snapping at me, sheesh.  Can't even take a joke?  You really 
must be up to something, Cuz."

"I'm not up to anything," Akira snapped.

"That's not what I heard according to Aunt Kurume," Tarou smirked rather 
brazenly, then he shrugged and said, "No skin off my nose if you got a hard on 
looking at Kiri.  I'm a little more puzzled how you wound up down here without 
any clothes, man...what happened to you?  Did you get jumped and robbed by your 
adoring fan section?"

"Very funny," Akira sighed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Cousin."

"Probably not," Tarou replied in a way that was almost philosophical, "Of 
course, nine will get you ten it was Silver who put you up to this."

"Silver?" Akira blinked his eyes with a start, "What makes you say that?"

"Because I know you, Cuz," Tarou shrewdly pointed out, "You're a straight 
shooter and you wouldn't hurt a fly it if was biting you on the butt, so any 
time you step out of line there's only one reason I can think of...Silver.  That 
sex-changing Tomboy ain't nothing but trouble, and I think you're a real 
masochist for hanging around her as much as you do."

Akira had to concede the point, though he was damned if he would admit so aloud 
to Tarou.  The younger man was a sharp character who saw and understood things 
in the cold light of his own cynical perspective.  Though Tarou wold have denied 
it outright, Akira also knew that he had a thing for the younger girl, a 
fascination he tried to hide by posing himself as hostile to her interests.  He 
was about the only male to have such an attraction whom Akira (to the best of 
his knowledge) believed had not actually once gone to bed with Silver, no doubt 
because Tarou would have found admitted to such an attraction as a sign of 
weakness.

"Anyway," Tarou turned away as if not even bothering to wait for a denial, "Aunt 
Kurume thought I should bring you some clean clothes so you won't upset Kiri any 
more than you have.  She's on the warpath as it is, so I'd stay away from her if 
I were you.  That is...unless you really do mean to screw her, in which case I 
say; 'Go for it.'  It'll probably improve her disposition."

The door to the privy slid shut as Tarou made his exit, leaving Akira to fume in 
relative impotence (metaphorical and not literal, which---he had to concede---
was a part of his problem).

How very different this young man seemed from the boys he'd encountered in the 
House of the Miroku.  One particular encounter sprang to mind as he thought upon 
the courtesy displayed when Akira had used the common showers to clean himself 
up between a round of sex and getting ready for the Wedding between a very 
different version of his Uncle Ranma and Aunt Nabiki...


Akira had been tired even then, having gone all-out with at least two Miroku 
girls (following his ride with the Paratime gang on "The Wheel of Ecchi," and 
subsequent orgy in that limbo-like dimension).  He had wanted to clean himself 
up and hoped that he would have some relative privacy and not be bothered by any 
other of these sex-crazed Ninja women...at least not until he was cleaned up and 
ready.  To his relief he found one of the MALE Miroku was just then exiting the 
shower, one of the older boys with green hair and a very muscular build.  It 
took Akira a moment to put a name to his face (a task far easier to perform with 
the men rather than the ladies as the poor guys were so badly outnumbered) and 
then he nodded as he pleasantly hailed this hardy looking fellow.

"You're Wulf Midori, right?"

The green-haired boy nodded affirmation, "And you are Akira Tendo, if I am not 
mistaken."

The two bowed to one another. Wulf finished toweling himself off as Akira 
stripped and started commandeering another shower. Rather than leaving, Wulf sat 
down on a wooden bench off to the side. The Miroku showers had no walls, 
allowing one to see everything happening within (small surprise there). Despite 
this, Akira felt no hesitation as he began cleaning himself off before another 
man who was examining him intently, though not with obvious sexual intentions.

"Tsuyori told me about you," Wulf mentioned as if by way of making light 
conversation.


"Ah," Akira didn't know what to say to that, given the things he had already 
done with the girl, like blowing his load in her, and keeping in mind that this 
boy was half-brother to the comely Miroku girl.

Wulf laughed, a deep sonorous thing. "Don't feel awkward about balling her.  
Lord knows I've done it more times than I can count.  She and Kama are probably 
the most talented girls of our generation here. She'll show you positions that 
you didn't even know existed and the heights of ecstasy few could comprehend."

"You've got that right," Akira agreed, feeling at ease with the shorter and 
younger man.  There was a more serious air about him than many of the other 
Miroku offspring.

"Calling it a night? Wulf asked.

"Yes, though quite a night it's been," Akira said.

"I can imagine," Wulf mused. "Still, from what I've seen and from what Tsuyori's 
told me, you, your sister, and that Ranko girl have a lot of raw talent.  You 
did the best job any non-Miroku could hope to do here.  You can take 
satisfaction in that."

"Oh, I'm satisfied," Akira admitted, "Very satisfied."  Of course Silver had a 
lot to do with that. And so did Ranko.  And Tsuyori.  And Sakura.  And 
Bukotei...

Curious about this person whom he found so easy to talk to, Akira said. "So 
Tsuyori's told you a lot about us?"

Wulf nodded, "Tsuyori and I are close.  She and Kama are the ones I get in the 
most trouble with, so I'd say we're closer in some ways to each other than some 
of the others.  Small surprise considering we're the three oldest."

"I know what it's like to be oldest," Akira said whimsically.

"Greater responsibility to those younger than you," Wulf agreed.

Akira laughed. "I'm definitely the oldest one around in my generation of 
friends. I'm even older than one of my aunts."

"That's not happened here yet, though I suppose it's only a matter of time," 
Wulf commented, also feeling a kinship with Akira.  Most of the non-family men 
brought to House Miroku usually ended up so busy there wasn't time to talk, "I'm 
the oldest male child here.  It's a rather unique position and one of the 
reasons I tend to be close to Tsuyori and Kama.  When I turned fifteen, we were 
the ones that ended up celebrating all day together, if you know what I mean? It 
was incredible. Believe me, you never forget your first, even here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Akira agreed.

"Was Silver your first?"

"Technically, no," Akira admitted. "Actually, Tsuyori wasn't my first either.  
My first time was when I went to a party with a girl named Ryoko Unryuu-Kumon.  
I ended up drinking way, way too much and went to a room to lay down and pass 
out.  As I was laying there on a bed, barely conscious, Ryoko staggered in. I 
was only dimly aware of her opening my pants, and since it was so exhausting to 
even keep my eyes open, I didn't have the strength to resist her when she sat 
down and began riding me.  I don't remember much after her first sitting on me. 
Couldn't even tell you if I came or not. But I still remember it as my first."

"Not ideal circumstances," Wulf admitted.

Akira suddenly became a bit agitated as something occurred to him, "Whatever you 
do, don't tell Silver. She'll rip Ryoko's still-beating heart out of her chest 
if she ever found out."

Wulf seemed a bit skeptical, "Even after all of the service you got from here?  
If nothing else, wouldn't she just want to fuck the hell out of this Ryoko to 
get back at her like she did Tsuyori when she screwed you?"

Akira shook his head, "You don't understand. Ryoko is probably the one person 
Silver hates the most in this world."  It was true.  Despite the nonchalance 
Silver would show towards some people, like Melina Bogard or Gel Kuno, and 
downright antagonism towards others, like Akira's own cousin, Tarou, she always 
seemed to find some excuse to help them out in their times of crisis.  That 
willingness to help others hostile to her was one of the things he had always 
found attractive about her character. At least everyone but Ryoko, and Akira 
thought he knew why

It operated on several levels. Over the course of the last year it was becoming 
obvious that Ryoko was the only one of their generation who was keeping up, and 
at times surpassing, Silver's rapidly growing martial arts abilities.  Their 
personalities were actually a great deal alike, though each would beat the hell 
out of anyone that dared voice such a sentiment.  Unlike Ranko and Silver, whose 
similarities seemed to compliment each other frighteningly well (something that 
was becoming more evident over time) Ryoko and Silver mixed as well as oil and 
water.  Even when Akira tried to persuade Silver to get along with the girl, she 
had categorically refused and was so angry at the suggestion that she gave him 
the cold shoulder for several days before he managed to get back in her good 
graces by presenting her with a single red rose. A pity he had forgotten it was 
pink for friendship instead of red, though perhaps his subconscious mind was 
telling him things his conscious mind didn't recognize even then.

The last, and by far most important reason, was that Ryoko was one of the few 
girls that had managed to pique Akira's interest.  He had gone out with her 
several times at her insistence, and had found himself enjoying her company more 
than any other girl he had gone out with.  Her own interest in him was openly 
much stronger, and she had made it known on their second outing (which he still 
adamantly refused to call a date), that she was willing to do anything with him. 
However he was reluctant to take things too far, though at the time he was 
uncertain why.

Unlike the other girls that hit on Akira, which Silver tolerated only to the 
very mildest of degrees, he had shown some interest in Ryoko, and that made 
Silver seethe with an anger few had beheld.   The first confrontation they had 
after Ryoko foolishly preened about going out with Akira had resulted in a 
mutually vicious beating and the destruction of several buildings.  Things would 
have ended up much worse had Akira not intervened and all but ordered them to 
stop if they ever wanted him to spend time around him again. The threat had 
worked, but just barely. And still the two had a bad tendency to brawl when he 
wasn't around.

Before this whole adventure, if someone had asked him whom he liked more between 
the girls, he would have shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.  But 
now that he thought about it, he knew damn well who it had been.  Had always 
been, in truth.  He began to wonder what it was he had seen in Ryoko at all. Not 
that she was a bad person, despite what Silver would contend, she was actually 
very nice to others, but those qualities which Akira had at one time found so 
appealing about Ryoko now held no interest, no excitement, for him.  Thinking 
about it, he realized most of the things about Ryoko that fascinated him were 
mirrored in Silver.  If anything, they were even more obvious in the Saotome 
girl, who was a far more passionate person than Ryoko, and tended to be more 
open and extreme.  Very much her like her mother, in that respect at least!

Silver was a creature of extremes.  Extreme physicality, extreme caring, extreme 
cockiness, extreme passion, extreme love for others.  A rough exterior sometimes 
hid those traits from others, but not to Akira, who had known her all of her 
life.  He knew all that anyone could about the real Silver Saotome, maybe even 
more than her parents.

Perhaps his hesitation at admitting his feelings for his life long companion had 
been all that stood between them until now.  Perhaps he had been even afraid to 
care, fearful that the relationship they already had would come to a permanent 
end should things not work out romantically, like he has seen in some many other 
friendships that had tried their hand at romance instead.  Perhaps he had even 
been afraid to love her, for if he admitted such to both her, and after he had 
braved giving himself unto that whirlwind of passion that made Silver Saotome 
what she was, that she would refuse him and leave Akira with nothing but a 
shattered heart and bittersweet memories.

But that had all been put to rest that first wonderful time they made love in 
that other dimensional limbo.  They had connected and he had known in that 
moment they came together that all of his fears were for nothing and that she 
had loved him deeply and truly for so very long, perhaps her entire life, in one 
way or another.  He too felt the same way.  They were committed helplessly to 
one another. That they were related was problematic, but to others, not to them.  
They knew what lay in their hearts. Matters of blood were ultimately irrelevant 
when it came to that.

"Seems like you've made a decision between the girls," Wulf said with a smile as 
he watched the various emotions play over Akira's face until at last he came to 
a decision, "Don't know about that Ryoko girl, but Silver's a good choice. Once 
in a lifetime woman to some men, like you, I'm thinking."

"Oh yes," Akira agreed with a smile, his heart even lighter than before, "She's 
one of a kind."

Wulf let that knowledge to settle with Akira, and allowed him to revel in the 
remaining weight that had lifted from off his heart now that he had a chance to 
figure out exactly what had happened to him during the course of his adventure.  
But still, Wulf knew from his conversation with Tsuyori, as well as what he had 
witnessed during the orgy, that there was a new factor involved that Akira might 
not be fully aware of.

"Have you considered this newfound relationship with Ranko that has seemed to 
formed between them?"

Akira shook his head.  Any fool that had been near them would have 
felt...something between them. An intangible something, but something 
nonetheless.  The mutual looks of attraction they had for one another, each one 
becoming more intimate the longer they shared their flesh, and perhaps their 
souls as well. Akira could not be certain about Ranko, but it was quite possible 
Silver was consciously unaware of it, a trait picked up from her father, that. 
He had been famous for not knowing what lay in his heart until it was nearly too 
late. In some ways Silver could be equally as blind as well. But like her own 
father before her, deep in her soul she knew the truth, and it would have to be 
confronted sooner or later once it made its presence consciously known.

The "dilemma" (if that was what it was) had been pushed to the back of Akira's 
mind, either from the sexual activity he had been treated to, or perhaps simply 
because he didn't want to consider what might be a threat to his now blossoming 
relationship with Silver.  But it was there, and he had to admit to himself 
while it was in these early stages.  The question was what should he do now?  
Try to break it off before it became too deep (for it was obvious during their 
last bout of lovemaking the bond was already deep), or allow it to blossom and 
hope for the best?  Three peoples' hearts were on the lines, and what course 
would Akira take among them?  In some ways, it was all up to him.

Seeing the look of painful indecision on Akira's face, Wulf decide to help 
things along.  He cleared his throat to gain Akira's attention, "There's a 
rather unique saying among the Miroku about this sort of situation.  After all, 
we tend to be more open-minded about this sort of thing than other are, and have 
dealt with it.  Interested in hearing it?"

Akira nodded his head.

Wulf regarded him in all seriousness, "We say, 'It takes a great man to allow 
himself to truly love two women, and an even greater one to allow those woman to 
love one another.'  It applies the other way too, actually.  Do you understand 
its meaning?"

Akira thought about that. It did fit perfectly to his situation, almost as 
though Wulf had made it up just for him, but the serious look he gave Akira 
ruled that out. He thought about the situation.  Akira was by nature a giving 
person, much like his mother who helped others in what ways she could.  He liked 
making others smile through his actions.  He tended to avoid fights, though 
would confront wrongdoing when it presented itself before him.  He loathed it 
when he hurt others, though no matter how hard he tried it still happened.  No 
one was perfect, not even him.

But this was different.  This was about him, and more specifically, about him 
and Silver.  He had never shared himself with another this way, giving his heart 
to them like this.  What if Ranko severed that newfound bond in forming her own?  
What if Akira's fears of rejection came true and he would be discarded while 
Ranko and Silver stayed with another while he was left behind?  He wasn't sure 
how he would react, but it wouldn't be good, that much was certain.  Not good 
for him or any others around him, for now that he knew the bond between him and 
Silver, he wanted to protect it no matter the cost.  He had found a part of him 
that made him feel whole, and he had not been fully aware of how incomplete he 
was.

But there was soft, vulnerable, beautiful Ranko to consider.  She had led such a 
painful life full of much misery and with little in the way of happiness.  How 
would she react to discover this first intimate bond she had formed with another 
should be severed so quickly?  She was obviously a caring and compassionate 
person, growing up strong in character and morals despite the awful life fate 
had dealt her.  It took a strong person to not allow hardship to make them 
callous and insensitive.  She had overcome all of that and become a person that 
interested and attracted Akira, in similar, yet different ways to Silver.  But 
if this connection she possessed with Silver was broken off, especially 
abruptly, it might frighten her into avoiding future relationships, perhaps even 
to the point were she would prefer the lonely existence she had led before 
rather than chancing such pain again.  It might even change her character, 
allowing her to become the bitter person she never had before. It probably 
wouldn't, but in matters of the heart, few things were predictable.

That wouldn't be fair to Ranko.  She deserved to have some happiness, and only 
the lowest of scum would allow her to be hurt after knowing all that she had 
been through, aside from the risk she shared with the others in saving another 
universe.  She should be rewarded with the risks she had taken without a thought 
for her well being to help others. Akira didn't, would not be the person to do 
that sort of thing to someone else.  It was wrong.

But what about Ranko's relationship with Silver?  What did Akira really think 
about that?  Now that Akira considered it, he was stunned to learn that, unlike 
when he thought of the men in Silver's life, he didn't feel the least bit 
threatened about Ranko. And once he truly pondered the question, he suspected he 
knew why.

The first time he had seen Ranko naked and bound to that wheel, an offering to 
him and him alone, he had been nearly overwhelmed with a surge of lust that he 
had never known existed within him.  It had actually taken a moment to bring his 
passion under control and to keep from mounting her like an animal in heat then 
and there.  It went beyond a desire to dominate another: such a thing held 
little appeal to him, nor was it to show off his 'manliness' before the other 
girls mounted on the wheel: he lacked that sort of ego.  It was a desire to have 
Ranko for herself, a woman so much like Silver yet different in so many ways at 
the same time.

He hadn't been aware of those similarities the first time he set eyes upon her 
in the Saotome household, though he had taken an instinctive liking to the girl, 
which was one of the reasons he had not protested Silver's inclusion in their 
ranks, and had agreed to go along to look out for her well being.  It had taken 
traveling with Ranko a while before he understood what sort of person she was, 
and only because he knew his own Silver-chan so well that he recognized so many 
of those same, admirable characteristics in the redheaded Saotome.  And knowing 
what Ranko was like, how could any man not lust after such a creature, Akira 
asked himself?

He was surprised at both the feeling of attraction and desire to protect the 
red-haired Saotome whom he had so recently met. Like Silver, he too had sensed a 
deep seated vulnerability in the girl who had such a haunted past, as well as 
her desire, almost need, for affection. And though he lacked Silver's naked lust 
to fulfill Ranko's wants so openly and energetically, he still found himself 
eager to embrace and comfort the smaller girl in any way he could.

He might not have possessed the deep-rooted connection (both in the physically 
erotic and emotional senses) that Silver and Ranko now obviously had with one 
another (for he too had felt the surge of sensualist pleasure the girls had 
given out during the climax of their coupling), but rather than the jealousy 
other men might feel, he wanted to share of it, to see if he could revel in it 
as well, or at least take part of it in some way.  Rather than feel threatened, 
he preferred the idea of nurturing what bond the two had and savor the knowledge 
that he could help encourage such emotions in those that he cared about in 
similar but different ways.

Perhaps, in some ways, he was just following along in Silver's wake (given the 
force of nature she was it was an appropriate comparison), but again he didn't 
feel threatened by the idea.  He was not the alpha-type personality that Silver 
was, and had no desire to be such.  He was much more comfortable allowing others 
to take the initiative, though if he felt passionately about something he could 
be every bit as forceful as Silver should the need arise.  But the idea that he 
could be in some way connected to both girls, and they in return tied to him, 
held a surprising amount of appeal.

Judging the decision Akira had seemed to arrive at, Wulf decided to help things 
along in the direction he thought things should go, "You could have a rare thing 
in the bond that the three of you could share should you all decide to take that 
course.  Should things work out, and given what experience I have, I think the 
potential is great, you should treasure this opportunity.  It's one most people 
won't get in a lifetime."

Akira considered that. "Do you think so?"

Wulf nodded his head seriously, "Indeed, I can't say that for certain, even with 
all of my experience, but I think it would.  A different sort of bond exists for 
me and my family with one another, no less important than yours, but definitely 
different," he clarified.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained?" Akira asked, though it seemed directed more 
to himself than Wulf.

"That's what I say every time I come upon a female Shikima I've never met 
before," Wulf joked. He got up to leave the showers, unconcerned with his 
unclothed state as he moved to walk through the house. "It's been an honor 
meeting you. Hope we get a chance to talk again."

"I have a feeling we will," Akira said, and meant it.  There was something about 
House Miroku that made him believe that he would be back here sometime.  He 
didn't know if it would be a day, a year, or a lifetime, but he knew he would.

Akira, a bit more modest, grabbed a bathrobe and donned it before heading out to 
the hall and to the room Silver had said they should share.   No doubt she was 
there already, given the head start she had and the lengthy time he had spent 
chatting with Wulf.  It had been time well spent though, giving him a chance to 
reflect upon what he had done and what he was about to do...




"Having fun?" she asked.

(To be continued-still a work in progress!)