Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters from any anime series found within this Ranma 1/2 - Utena crossover. Ranma and Utena both are licensed by Viz Media in America and are copyright their respective owners.

AN: I’ve gotten a lot of flak since the last chapter about Ranma being permanently female, I’ll take this time to inform you that this is not the case and that he’ll be getting nookie relatively frequently in both forms in later chapters. To those of you who swore never to read this fic anymore because of the latest plot development, give it a second chance. I know that I hate fics where he’s permanently female and try never to write one where he’s even locked but this one seemed to scream for such a development.

The Revolution
Chapter Eleven
By Dr. Suekeiichi Kaiton

Juri screamed for what seemed an eternity for Ranma and, just as the redhead thought her skull might crack from the pressure of the other girl’s thighs, collapsed bonelessly into a heap on the floor. Their bodies made a soft splashing noise as their activities had created a puddle underneath. Sitting up and tracing the lines of the younger girl’s beautifully smooth skin, Ranma pinched the fat between Juri’s vaginal lip and her thigh before casually and vindictively flicking the fencer’s clit. She stiffened and her petals opened one final time in an echo orgasm.

Smiling viciously at her obvious victory, Ranma stepped backwards in the darkness and sat down on a bench diagonally across from the doors. She spread her legs in a stretch and leaned back with a veiled stare at the other girl. Juri, seeing the fact that Ranma was a real redhead, curled and slithered into a crawl from her seated position towards the unwrapped jewel drooling opaque fluid onto the tile floor. Padding slowly to the dripping red flower sprouting from between the mysterious collegiate’s legs, she stared into the other’s face with lids droopy from post-orgasmic high and long repressed sexuality. Like a housecat, Juri settled on all fours and dipped her nose into Ranma’s sex, smearing her face with nectar like a tribal warrior decorated himself with a fallen enemy’s blood. It was her first kill, after all...

Gods, how long had it been since she and Utena had last done it? Far too long by her estimation, she was dripping just from giving face, which never usually happened, usually she needed some playful sucking and finger play; the sight of Juri on her knees was intensely arousing, that was what triggered her lust. Placing a hand behind the sweaty girl’s sausage curls, she urged her head forward into the thick patch of hair outlining her slit. The lips had already opened and her hole oozed lubrication that the fencer quickly used to ease an index finger into her canal, pinching the fat flap riding over her pubic bone with her thumb and hitting her G with the force of a thousand suns. Flashes blinded her for a moment and she cried out as Juri began devouring her breasts. She normally wasn’t so sensitive; there was no explanation other than the exotic situation and even stranger bedfellow.

Juri was noisily and enthusiastically lapping and sucking the remains of her fluids when Ranma pushed the younger girl away from her box and slid across the bench to a full sitting position. Arisugawa realized the moment had ended and stood up from between the redhead’s thighs, her hands sensually massaging her lover’s flesh. Since she was already taller, when Ranma sat Juri was truly towering but there was no hauteur in her visage, instead there was undisguised thanks and lust. The orange-haired girl embraced her and urged a dark red nipple into her mouth, cooing when she began to suckle. Ranma enjoyed the action regardless of the psychological underpinnings of the motions, she could feel Juri’s heartbeat thudding under the firm mounds and felt her breath catch at each nibble.

She supposed that if Himemiya were unable to change her back to a male it wouldn’t be so bad, women felt pleasure in much the same way and the orgasms were slightly more powerful as a female. In any case she wouldn’t push her luck with Juri, she could tell by the frenzied way she made love it was her first actual time with another woman. Her hymen had been broken, however, but Ranma couldn’t tell if it was by a man or a dildo. She doubted that it was a dildo, Juri didn’t seem the type to keep such things, in fact she didn’t seem the type to be so passionate either, but here she was trying to get an almost total stranger to inhale her breast. Ranma briefly wondered how Utena was in mid-suck but quickly dismissed the thought as Juri’s torso went rigid and softened with a satiated sigh. Disengaging from the taller girl’s breast, she stood up.

“I think that’s enough practice for today, don’t you think so?”

Juri slid to the floor and looked dazed, her eyes rolling back into her head. “That was...incredible.”

“Your first time?” Ranma knelt and helped the fencer to her feet. “Better than going solo?”

Juri latched onto the other’s sweat-slick arm with her right hand and slid it down her soft back, committing every curve of Ranma’s body to memory. “I never imagined. You and Tenjou do this often?”

“It takes less out of you the more you do it, you only interested in women?” She dragged them into the shower room and flipped on the lights. The entire room lit up with the hesitant flickering of fluorescent tubes and she realized what a mess they’d made in front of the doors.

“I really don’t know. I’ve thought about girls all my life.” Juri stood by her herself and turned on a showerhead, letting the water run her curls out. “I’ve never been with a man in that way, I mean here it’s hard to find good men.”

Ranma found the soap and shampoo in dispensers along the walls and turned on a head on the other side of the shower room. “You have any particular girl in mind?”

“Once.” Juri lathered her hands and ran them over her suddenly too sensitive body. The water stung her breasts and scalded her thighs, each drop of water like a hot needle against her skin. She wanted to stop washing, cross over to the other side and take the redhead again against the cold porcelain tiles with hot water cascading against their naked gyrations but pushed the thought deep down. It wouldn’t do to lose control now, not after finally giving herself a release from the repressed routine of her daily life. A ghost of an image, Shiori, flashed across the front of her mind before blowing back into the darkened mists of her subconscious. Even Utena was gone as a focus for her lust, now she had the petite redhead to dream about and perhaps continue their carnal play from now on, the thought brought involuntary tingles to her skin. “I once thought about one but she betrayed me.”

Ranma rinsed the cheap soap from her skin, happy to enjoy a hot shower after such an exhausting session, and flipped her bangs backward to look at Juri. “I know how that feels.” Did she? No, she never had any of her fiancées betray her, unless you counted Utena for her lies. Wait, yes, Akane had fucked Shinnosuke before he left to live with his mother; she felt a coldness grow in her chest behind her heart. She turned off the shower and sauntered into the locker-room for a towel.

Juri finished soon after and joined the stranger-cum-lover in drying off and getting dressed. Their clothes were thankfully still dry despite the slowly drying puddle of love nectar splashed liberally in front of the door to the fencing practice room, and they dressed in silence. Juri, unaware of what she was supposed to say in the situation said nothing, simply dressed slowly and methodically, wincing once or twice at the sharp raw ache in her crotch. Ranma was lost in her thoughts as she pulled on a pair of plain white cotton panties and her uniform slacks. Once both were dressed they left in silence, walking calmly back towards the Rose Garden. Neither was particularly surprised at the sparkling glass panes or glistening brass latticework on the gilded cage. Anthy greeted them at the door.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, Anthy Himemiya.” Juri looked around at the freshly tilled soil in the planting sections, each marked with a color. Aside from the usual colors was a small section marked `burgundy’, a variety she’d never heard of before. “What is a burgundy rose?”

“They are my own hybrid. They thrive on the stalks of other rose bushes, twisting themselves around until their stalk merges and becomes one. They suck the nutrition from the host bush and often cause the other plant to die. They are extremely thorny and difficult to handle.” Anthy sprinkled fertilizing power into the bed and began watering the bed. “I think they’ll thrive here.”

“Where did Utena go?” Ranma sat down in a wrought-iron chair to the left of the entrance.

Anthy turned to the short girl and smiled. “She had business in the town. I’m sure we’ll see her at dinner tonight.”

“Dinner tonight? Did we get dorm assignments already?” Ranma motioned for Juri, who’d remained standing in the doorframe, to sit down across from her at the intricately welded table.

“Yes, Utena found us a very nice apartment right outside the campus grounds.”

“It isn’t allowed for middle or high school students to live off campus, Himemiya, you should know that.” Juri crossed her legs and reached out to squeeze Ranma’s hand. “It’s alright for university students but...”

“I know, but Utena and I will not be attending regular courses. The student board has very kindly allowed us to audit the classes we missed this past year.” Anthy set down her watering can and walked over to place a hand on Ranma’s left shoulder. “Won’t you join us for dinner?”

Juri’s eyes narrowed slightly, wondering deep down if Anthy was playing on the level for once, before replying. “I don’t have any plans tonight. Where is this mystery apartment?”

“At the end of Main Street beside the Ohtori Rose Gate. Our apartment is on the fifth floor.” Anthy looked over at the golden rose bed and saw the barest bud beginning to poke through the moist black soil. Her hand slid down from Ranma’s collarbone to lightly cup the swell of her left breast. She could feel Juri’s eyes drawn to the subtle circular motions her fingers made on the thin fabric of Ranma’s jacket trying to arouse the pigtailed girl.

Wondering just what she was up to, Ranma looked up at Anthy’s face, which only resulted in Juri interpreting the look as one of longing. Feeling slightly disgusted by the display of `affection,’ she stood up with the harsh scrape of metal on brick and smoothed her front. “I’ll see you tonight then. Until dinner, Saotome, Himemiya.”

Anthy watched the fencer leave. The golden rose bed was covered in budding stalks. Besides it the burgundy roses were beginning to break free of the topsoil. “Our things have already been delivered to the apartment, Ranma, why don’t you go and get settled.”

“What about the university, shouldn’t I go and pick up my class schedule?” The redhead looked up at her with the most vacant trusting look she’d ever seen.

“Ohtori does not abide by such rules, students make their own schedules provided that they take the appropriate tests at the appropriate times. The actual learning is self-taught.”

“I see.” Ranma stood and crossed to the door that Juri had carefully closed on her way out. “I’ll see you at the apartment, then.”

Anthy waved back and Chu-Chu emerged from behind the silken strands of her purple hair. On the table was a pair of eyeglasses, the lenses reflecting the sunlight streaming straight down into the greenhouse. “Bye-bye.”