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Ranma the Amorous, Over-Sexed Nympho


"Thanks, Akane," Ranma-chan replied, as she removed her rubber surgeon's gloves at Akane's desk. She turned back to the raven-haired girl, who was currently strapped to her bed via criss-crossing one inch wide leather straps that bound her spread-eagle, while just strategically providing unintentional modesty. "It's definitely great to be back!"

"Mnm-mm?"

"Hold on a sec..." Ranma approached the prone girl, and moved the strap that was impeding her speech, "You were saying?"

"Why were you... I mean..." Akane's eyes began to tear up, "I missed you."

"I was being a jerk," the redhead replied in a self-irritated tone, before perking up, and sitting on the bed next to Akane, "But don't worry, I plan on being around for a *long* time to make it up to you..." she then turned to Shampoo, who was strapped upside down at an angle against Akane's wall, spread eagle, "and Shampoo-chan."

The lavender-haired girl moaned in either appreciation, or exertion. She would have to be asked when she regained conciousness.

"It's just that, when you told Shampoo that you... and you wouldn't... I mean when I... ooh!"

"I think I get what you're say'n," Ranma turned away from Akane, so she couldn't see her expression, "I really do owe you an apology I guess. I just wasn't in my... right mind." With a sigh, the redhead got up off of the bed, "You ready to try another position?"

"Ah..." Akane baulked, "couldn't we just cuddle?"

"No." Ranma stated, factually.

Akane frowned; her fiancee sure didn't care to beat around any other bushes than the one she wore downstairs, "Can we at least get a break, first?"

"Sure," the pigtailed girl tossed Akane a magazine, making it land on her chest "You get to pick the position while you rest up. I'm gonna wake Shampoo up."

"Hey!" Akane turned back to Ranma, "how am I supposed to turn the pages?"

"Come on, Akane, I know you can be creative when you wanna be," Ranma replied, before the sound of air vibrating followed, "Wake up, sleepy-head!"

Akane turned to Ranma with a half-lidded gaze, "Speaking of uncreative..."

Ranma-chan blinked, before looking at the vibrating rod in her hand, and then scratched the back of her head in a nervous chuckle, "Ah, heh heh... I guess I'm out of practice." With that, she traded the item she was holding for the plunger beside desk. The redhead then suddenly donned an American police officer's outfit, "NYPD Blue?"

Akane managed to start turning the pages with her chin, "It's best when you're doing it in a bathroom stall, and it's just not the same without Dr. Tofu," Akane gave a quick prayer in reverence, "playing the part of the sodomy victi-"

"What was that, Akane-chan?" Ranma equired, still working the handle of the plunger with vasoline.

Akane continued to stare at the page in shock, "Ah, Ranma... your Mom is pretty, um, limber..."

Ranma paused with her attentions to Shampoo, and walked over to Akane with a curious expression. Her eyes found the same page Akane was staring at with some shock and more than a little awe. "Hmm, let's try that position..."
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"Oh, that's perfect, Kasumi, you learned a great deal from your mother's instruction!" Nodoka congradulated, as she watched the eldest Tendou daughter. Kasumi beamed the older woman a smile, as she continued stirring the broth with care-taken skill, and the Saotome Matriarch let out a sigh of contentment. Not too long ago, she had been forced to wait earnestly for the return of her son. Her perserverance paid off, as not only did her son return, his male half (and of-times his female half) proved himself to be a man among men, managing to keep no less than two girls at a time satisfied. Well, truthfully, she didn't know of her child's male half, but his female half certainly more than made up for any concerns she could have.

On top of it all, her own family had grown beyond just her own husband and son. The Tendous had welcomed her without any qualms. Akane was just too sweet for words, in Nodoka's opinion, the way she tenderly submitted to her son, and her son's mistress, Shampoo. She was the perfect picture of how a Japanese wife should be.

Kasumi was a dear, taking care of her family without question or fuss. It was a shame that doctor fellow had passed on, Kasumi deserved happiness, at least twice a night. Nodoka secretly wondered how Kasumi could remain so content, most of the time.

Nabiki was a sharp one, easily the most playful of the three daughters, Nodoka thought the girl reminded her of herself, much in her youth. The cunning smile that was strangly matched by guileless eyes, a carefree manner that bordered on flippant while still remaining observative to that around her, and a slender, perfect form that Nodoka presumed would be just tender to all sorts of wicked, erotic indulgences she would like nothing more than to introduce the middle Tendou daughter to, as she strapped her down, stripped her bare, and-

Their father was a good man, a bit of a whining Nancy-boy, but a good man, nonetheless. Nodoka thought of the contrast between the man and her own husband, Genma. She thought of Soun's dark, flowing locks and stark five 'o-clock shadow and complimentin mustache, pitted against her own husband's smooth, polished scalp and clean-shaven face. Soun's slender build (from which, she presumed Nabiki inherited hers, the Tendou Mother, may her spirit be at peace, rather blew up in her later years, before passing... the ill-tempered cow) compared to Genma's burly, stocky physique.

"Oh dear, I think Soun would be much to tight to recieve comfortably..."

"What was that, auntie?" Kasumi asked, glancing up from taste-testing the soup base.

"Oh, nothing, just an old woman musing to herself," Nodoka replied, returning to carefully cutting cucumbers into fine shreds for salad. Oh yes, she was far happier than she had been in her past ten years, even after the short stint with be-

"Mom?"

"Oh, yes, Ranma dear?"

Wordlessly, Ranma held up the magazine to a specific page for her mother's viewing, while staring at her parent with a hopeful expression that also demanded explanation.

"Oh dear," Nodoka replied, almost for a loss of words, "I remember this, I would advise against this particular binding technique, as it leaves the right inner thigh a bit numb to sensation for a while. I suppose this was a fine picture, but not particularly one of my favorites."

Ranma blinked, and continued to stare at her mother, while she studied the image.

"Perhaps you should find issue seventy-nine, volume two. I am rather proud of that one, and the ropes didn't even chaff, despite being rough fiber. Truly was that a reputable bind that I would highly reccomend."

"Um... could you show me how to do it?" the plea in Ranma-chan's voice bordered on manic, as she began to stare hungrily at her mother.

The Saotome Matriarch didn't seem to notice the rather improper attention her currently daughter was giving her, "Perhaps later, I must assist Kasumi with preparing dinner." With that, Nodoka patted her child on the head, kissed her on the forehead, and went back to soaking the konbu seweed to be knotted, oblivious to the blank, slightly disturbed stare she was recieving from the eldest Tendou daughter.

With a slight pout, Ranma nodded and walked away. Nodoka hummed to herself, feeling slightly giddy, before freezing. She then turned to Kasumi, to find the girl still staring at her, "Did Nabiki enjoy sticking things in her mouth, when she was a child?"
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"Wow, who woulda thought," Nabiki mused, sitting on the couch and looking down at Ranma-chan, Shampoo, and Akane on the floor, looking through various magazines, and finding the Saotome Matriarch in more than a few, "you're mother's a freak! I mean, I always thought that she was just lonely..."

"Yeah, ain't she great?" Ranma chirped, flipping through another page, "Oooh! you can be supported by those?" Ranma turned to look at Shampoo, who whimpered, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"No way! She did that?" Akane added in exclamation, "And she doesn't even show a bit of sag!"

"You know? I have to wonder if Ranma's promiscuousness stems from her curse, or genetics," Nabiki commented, "And for such an amorous woman, how did she hook up with a slob like your father?"

All four girls turned their contemplative expressions to the two men playing go on the porch.

"They're giving us that look again, Saotome," Tendou stated, not looking up from the game.

"We're not gay!" Genma called out, also not looking up from the game.

"Oh dear, sometimes you're just too wrung up." The four girls' heads turned from their fathers to the red-headed woman who had just entered the den. She perked up, as if realizing something, "Oh! I have a splended idea! Maybe you and Soun would like some time from us women."

"Hmm, sounds like a good idea to me, Tendou," Genma voiced, not quite catching the double-meaning.

Soun, on the other hand, "If your wife produces a set of keys for a hotel, I won't be responsible for my actions..."

"Ah, you are such a kidder, Soun," Nodoka replied, shifting nervously. Only those closest to the woman could note the sound of metal being grasped tightly. "Actually," Nodoka continued, stuffing something into her obi, "I thought perhaps you two would enjoy a Classic Kabuki play?"

"Hmm, I don't see the harm in that," Soun mused, "What do you say, Genma? We are, after all, men of culture."

Genma puffed his chest out, "Indeed Tendou, that sounds like a fine idea!"

"Splended!" Nodoka suddenly produced two tickets, "I procured these from a friend. The theator address is on the tickets and perhaps you should hurry?"

"Well then, let us make haste!"

Nodoka beamed a smile at the two men, as they walked towards the front door, "Men are so easy to please." The Saotome matriarch turned to the four girls, "So, what should we do this evening? Ooooh! It's been so long since I was at a sleepover! At least three years, I recall..."
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Akane looked up at the woman standing next to her, supervising over her as she helped prepare snacks. The raven-haired girl found it difficult to believe that this rather serene, motherly woman (though obviously *very* lonely) was the mother of her own red-headed paramour. Akane then realized that it was due to the curse that Ranma's girl-side acted the way she did.

"Auntie Saotome?"

The older woman smiled down at her prospective daughter in law, "yes, Akane dear?"

"I was wondering, how did you cope without Uncle Saotome and Ranma for so long, while they were on their training trip?"

Nodoka looked down, her smile dropping a little, "Well, I have to admit, it was a trial, but I survived. I had my friends, and I kept myself busy."

"Friends?" Akane asked.

"Oh yes, like my neighbors Mrs. Yashido, she throws the most delightful parties. Why even if I didn't bring a spouse with me, I was more than welcome to join in!"

"It's good that they looked out for you," Akane replied, glad her potential mother-in-law was kept occupied by her friends.

"Oh yes, why, I remember one party when Mr. Yashido and Mr. Misagi decided to give their wives a rest... Why, I couldn't sit down in anything other than a seiza position for almost a week! Mrs. Yashido teased me about it for months! She used to ask so on how such a mere slip of a woman could handle so much! I was so embarrassed!"

"Uh... come again?" Akane wasn't sure what happened to the conversation, so she decided to backtrack.

"At least seven times, if I recall correctly," Nodoka replied, absentmindedly, "Why don't we take these upstairs to where everyone's waiting?"

Akane had to wonder exactly what lay behind that serene smile of Mrs. Saotome's...
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"We're back, and we've brought... snacks..." Nodoka froze, bearing witness to the sight of her ilicit daughter, reddening the backside of her Chinese mistress.

"Auntie, is something... wrong?" Akane has gently pushed aside her potential mother in law, seeing the same thing she was. With a wince, Akane could comprehend exactly what was probably going through the older woman's mind, what with seeing her own child in the midst of such activities.

Before Akane could speak up, Nodoka's expression became a mask of stern disapproval, managing to take everyone in the room back. "Ranma..."

"Ah... yes... Mom?" The younger redhead wasn't sure what upset her mother. Really, she would think the sight of a girl spanking another would do little to phase the seemingly experienced woman.

"This is wrong!" Nodoka began to scold, as she handed Akane the tray of snacks roughly, and strode towards the bed, "You should arc your hand up before you connect, and aim lower! Your technique is atrocious!

With that, she wrested Shampoo from her daughter's lap, and demonstrated proper technique, illiciting higher moans of approval from the lavender-haired girl. "See? It's a simple matter of ensuring the proper amount of vibration reaches the lower mons..."

"Oooh! Too, too less painful. Is too, too good!" Shampoo cooed.

"Wow, Shampoo's really getting into it," Ranma-chan appraised her mother's technique with a keen eye.

Nodoka noticed Akane standing in the doorway to her room with a rather wide-eyed expression, "Oh, I'm sorry, Akane, why don't you come here?"

With barely contained eagerness, Akane quickly set down the tray, and rushed into nodoka's lap, almost shoving Shampoo onto the floor.

"Now, with practice, you may become proficient enough to kill two birds with one stone," Nodoka said factually, using her left arm to brace both girls in her lap, and her other arm for demonstration.

Ranma-chan barely contained her salivation, "Ah... what about me?"

Blinking, Nodoka looked between the two girls, and back to her daughter. "Um, Shampoo, I suppose you understand the principles, would you be kind as to practice them on Ranma-chan?"

"Shampoo more than too, too happy, mother!"

"oh! She called me 'mother'!" Nodoka beemed, "Excuse me, but I think I may need to use the restroom. Remember, practice makes perfect!" With that, she quickly rushed out of the room.

As Shampoo laid Ranma across her lap, she couldn't help but notice the dejected look on her airen's face.
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"No... remember, you don't want to touch it directly, if you're not accustomed to the sensations, just gently apply it around the hood..."

Ranma stopped at the bathroom door, intending to talk to her mother, just as the loud wail came from the other side. "Wha?"

Before Ranma could enter, the door opened, and Nodoka poked her head out, "Oh, Ranma-chan!"

"I... ah... came to see what was keeping you guys so long..."

"Oh, it seems that dear Shampoo has a slight phallophobia, and is dearly afraid of... men inserting their USB devices into her tower unit..."

Ranma blinked, "Come again?"

"She has twice, now," Nodoka replied, absentmindedly, "Ranma dear, could you go back to Akane's room and wait for me?"

"C-can I help?" Ranma asked, with a pleading tone.

Nodoka seemed to baulk at the idea, "Um... no?" Suddenly, the buzzing that had barely been audible became quite apparent. "No! Shampoo! You're much too sensitive for that setting!" She slammed the door on her daughter's face, almost seeming to forget about her.

Before Ranma could recover from her shock and reply, Nodoka quickly closed the door. With a defeated posture, Ranma walked back to the stairs, oblivious to Akane watching her from the corner.

"Poor Ranma..."
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Soun stared forward, keeping his eyes concentrated on the play before him, "Saotome... have you noticed something... peculiar about all this?"

Indeed, Genma had not noticed that the Kabuki theator was very old and authentic, holding traditions well back to the times of Samurai. He didn't notice that all the actors were all male. He didn't notice that the audience was all male, including the couples. He didn't notice that several of those couples featured stoic Japanese businessmen entertaining younger... far... younger men, as they watched the show.

He didn't notice, because he was currently glaring down the rather effimate young man that rubbed his thigh for the umpteenth time...

"I'm warning you," the Elder Saotome growled out in an almost gutteral voice, "I may follow the code of the martial artist, but I *will* hurt you if you touch me again..."

At the wide, approving smile he recieved, Genma nervously shifted away from his current irritation, bumping into Soun, and causing them both to start. "Maybe we should enquire to your wife as to where she had managed to get our tickets?" Soun asked in a rather trepid tone.

A very, very traditional Kabuki theater, it was...
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"She seems more interested in Shampoo than she does me," Ranma whined from where she sat against Akane's bed.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Akane asked, sympathizing with the other girl.

"She won't give me the chance. It's almost like she's trying to avoid me!"

Akane hmmed at that. It was obvious that Nodoka was avoiding her daughter, "I have an idea!"

"Oh?"

Ranma-chan listened, nodding her head, and gaining a slight smirk...
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"Auntie Saotome, can you meet me in my room, please?"

At Akane's call, Nodoka perked up, "Comi-... I'll be arrivi-... in just a moment, Akane-chan!" It wouldn't do for her to sound anxious. Nodoka couldn't help but feel like a young girl again during this 'girls only' party.

Barely able to contain her glee, she made her way up the stairway, and into the girl's room. She found the raven-haired girl standing by the window, staring out, "You wanted something, Akane-chan?" She graciously walked towards the girl, when she failed to acknowledge her, and put her hand on her shoulder to turn her around, "Akane, is there..."

Nodoka found herself staring at a dummy set up in a passable (from a distance) likeliness of Akane, just as the door behind her slammed closed. The Saotome matriarch spun around, to find her sinisterly grinning child, strapped with a large arnament of 'artillary', barring the way.

"We're going to be in here a while, Mom," Ranma-chan said in a low voice.

"Ah..." Nodoka backed up against the wall next to the window, "Is there s-something wrong?"

"Yeah..." Ranma replied with a hint of her resentment, before she dove at her mother.

Nodoka proved herself to be every bit as fit as she looked young, and barely avoided her daughter by dropping into a roll; her kimono just slightly serving to hinder her, "Then p-perhaps we can discuss this over tea?"

"How about over a long string of moans?" Ranma counter-offered, quickly making another leap.

"ACK!" Nodoka threw herself back, once again just barely missing being tackled.

Outside the door, Shampoo and Akane listened in.

"Ranma mother too, too quick."

"I'll say, it's never taken Ranma more than twice to pin a conquest..."

Nodoka stood in the corner, holding a bedmat as a sheild from her amorous daughter, "Really, Ranma-chan, why don't we calmly discuss this?"

"I've tried, Mom," Ranma replied, allowing a great deal of her dejection show in her tone, "but you've been avoiding me! I wanna know why!"

The older woman faltered, when she noticed the tears starting to gloss her child's eyes, "It's... well, I'm sorry, but..."

"But what? You don't seem to mind Shampoo or Akane! What's wrong with me? I'm your son! Don't you even love me?"

Nodoka dropped the bed mat, and sighed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her child's tears. "I'm... I'm sorry, Ranma. It's just, well... I was raised that such... interactions were not proper! I apologise if you took my actions the wrong way..." Nodoka opened her eyes, and stared at her daughter, "but... never... NEVER think that even after being separated from you for ten years, almost forcing you into Seppuku, and avoiding any sexual contact with you, that I don't love you!"

At the decree, Ranma's tears would no longer be held, as the younger redhead smiled, "Thanks... Mom."

"It's what only a mother could do," Nodoka replied, feeling much more relieved. She wasn't quite as spry as she used to be, but she was sure she could survive leaping through the window, landing two stories in a roll, and make her escape.

"Well, I'm sorry about all this," Ranma apologised, before turning away from her mother.

"It's alright, I should have thought about your feel-YIPE!"

Escape... was not an option.
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Genma had enough of a horrible night, but the two women sitting across from him for this 'family meeting', smiling brightly in WAY too similar a fashion, greatly unnerved him.

"Genma," Nodoka began her announcement, "I believe it is time we had started getting to know each other... as a family again."

Genma relaxed, "Oh? Then how about a training trip! Me and the boy practice the art, and you cook for us!"

"Tthat wasn't quite what we were thinking... Panda-*chan*," Ranma answered with a particular lilt.

"Oh yes, your father does have that rather adorable curse, doesn't he?" Both daughter and mother's expressions turned into hungry leers, just before the realized they were now staring at a dustcloud.

Nodoka sighed, "Your father was always a fast one..." With that, mother and child made off in pursuit.