Warning; The following fan-fic contains explicit descriptions of sexually 
activity.  If this type of material offends you, or if you are under the 
legal age in your area, discontinue reading immediately.
	The characters described here were created by Rumiko Takehashi in her manga 
Ranma Nibun no Ichi.  However, this piece was composed by a separate author 
without any collaboration or authorization.

					Akane's Weapon
						by Pink

	The strong hemp rope wrapped around the wooden training post can barely 
protect it from the force of the mighty blows which repeatedly strike it as 
Ranma Saotome executes various kicks and techniques behind the Tendo Dojo.  
Just inside, Nabiki Tendo sits casually on the open porch with a cell phone 
to her ear.  "Having fun Daddy?"  She asks into the phone.  "You think the 
martial arts exhibition will stir up business for the Dojo?"  She listens 
for a while.  "We're fine, no need to worry.  Yeah, OK, hold on."   She cups 
her hand over the microphone before shouting, "Akane!  Daddy's on the 
phone!"
	After a moment, Akane comes storming down the stairs.  She tears the phone 
from her sister's hand and yells into it, "I can't believe you're leaving us 
with that pervert Ranma for the whole weekend!  Not to mention Hopposai!"
	The boy starts to protest without turning away from his exercises,  "Hey, 
what did I...!?"
	Before he can finish, Akane is shouting into the phone once more, "My 
fiancé?! What does that have to do with anything?  It sounds like you want 
him to take advantage of me or something!"
	At this, Ranma is particularly annoyed.  He leaps up with natural grace, 
sours through the air and lands on the porch beside Akane.  "Hey, wait just 
a second.  Why would I want to take advantage of an uncute Tomboy like you?"
	"Hold on a second."  Akane says into the phone before looking up at Ranma, 
"You grab miss Hinako every day!  Who knows what you'll do to my sisters and 
me without Dad and Mr. Saotome around."
	"Miss Hinako?  You know I'm just hitting the pressure points to reverse her 
powers.  Besides, if I was so obsessed with breasts, why would I care about 
your flat chest?  When I'm a girl, mine are much bigger and sexier."
	Akane, fuming, passes the phone to a knowing Nabiki.  She then casts her 
dire gaze upon the boy, "Ranma."
	Her voice echoes in his head, making his senses sharpen in anticipation of 
combat.  He takes a step back, "What?  You want to fight about it?"
	She only glares through him, a disorienting tactic as powerful as any 
fighting technique.  "So that's it."  She pauses for a long moment.  "You 
really enjoy becoming a girl so you can look at yourself and...and..."
	Ranma protests, "What are you talking about?  I'd never.."
	"But you just said you like your own tits more than mine!"
	"What?  That's not what I meant!"
	"So you want to squeeze mine then?!  I knew we weren't safe with you." She 
turns away to stomp into the house,
	Ranma hurries after her, "Hey wait up!  I didn't mean it like that either!"
	Meanwhile, Nabiki is casually chatting on the phone.  "Yeah, no problem.  
You'll be back by dinner on Sunday?  OK then bye bye daddy."

	Later, a nude Ranko shivers just after pouring a bucket of cold water over 
herself in preparation for a relaxing bath.  "Why does Akane have to get so 
mad about every little thing?"  She quietly asks herself, "I mean, I've 
never even thought of doing anything to myself as a girl."  Glancing at her 
undeniably gorgeous reflection in the mirror, the redhead takes her 
voluptuous breasts and presses them together accenting her cleavage.  "I'm a 
guy.  Why would I want to have my breasts touched?"  She starts to squeeze 
firmly.  "I don't feel anything."  She continues to stroke and fondle them.  
"No, nothing at all."  She says even as her perky nipples begin to harden.  
"Hmm?"  She carefully pinches one between her thumb and forefinger.  "I 
don't see what the big deal is."  She grips both tits hard.  "I've never 
done that, but even if I did, why should she care?"  She stares down at the 
pretty pink tit, erect atop the curvaceous mountain of her breast.  She 
leans down and kisses it gently, before opening her mouth and swallowing her 
own nipple.  The touch of her hot tongue sets it ablaze with pleasure.  She 
abruptly stops herself, turning her head from side to side as if searching 
for voyeurist spies.  After some contemplation, she speaks, "Next time I 
have to fight as a girl...It may help to know as much as possible about this 
body."  She considers her own words, and eventually convinces herself that 
they make sense.  "Yes.  So, I need to experiment..."
	She tentatively spreads her legs and sends a shaking hand towards her 
hairless snatch.  Her fingers gently trace the soft folds of her pussy lips 
before carefully parting them to expose her delicate flower.  "Its not that 
I like this."  She erasures herself, "Its just that a true martial artist 
should know the limits of every part of his, or her, body."  She licks her 
middle finger, presses it against the soft button of her clitoris, and 
starts to rub.
	"Mmmmmmm."  She can't help but emit a soft moan as new and tantalizing 
sensations are born between her legs.  She continues to rub her pussy and 
clit vigorously until she finds it glistening with her own juices.  She 
curiously examines her pussy-creamed fingers, "I seem to have gotten myself 
all wet."
	Before long, she finds herself lying on the floor working her sex 
vigourously with both hands, trying desperately to keep from screaming 
aloud.

	Meanwhile, Nabiki strolls past a door with a sign hanging on it that reads, 
"Knock first."
Noticing some strange squeaking sounds coming from the bathroom, she stops 
to investigate.  Laying her ear against the door, she hears what is going on 
in spite of Ranko's efforts.  Sounds like she's having a good time.  Thinks 
Nabiki, Way to go Ranma.  As she listens, she lets her imagination run wild, 
conjuring images she'd like to see the pigtailed girl assume.  Her right 
hand unconsciously  makes its way down her slacks and under her panties, 
while her left sneaks up her shirt to work her breast.  The lack of details 
serves only to enhance her curious lust.  Then, the brunette receives a 
brilliant flash of inspiration, and hurries off to obtain a few necessary 
items.  She soon returns to the bathroom with a brown paper bag under one 
arm.

	By now, Ranko's fingers have begun to delve deep inside her tight pussy.  
As the burning pressure grows even stronger, she squirms, arches her back, 
and wiggles her hips until she is on the verge of ecstasy.  Just then, her 
heart skips and her stomach drops as the door slides open.
	Time seems to have ceased as Ranko stares up at a smirking Nabiki.  The 
pigtailed girl fumbles for words, "Nabiki, um, its not, er, this isn't what 
it looks like!"
	"Oh really"  Nabiki examines the redhead carefully head to toe as she sets 
down her bag.  She bats her eyelashes ever so slowly, "Well then, what WERE 
you doing?"
	"As, um" she stutters, "A true martial artist must know all the 
capabilities of his body."
	"You mean HER body."  Nabiki corrects as she slides the door closed behind 
her.  "Of course.  I agree.  Now, let me show you some new techniques..."
	"Wha, what do you mean?"  Ranko hesitates as Nabiki gets down on all fours 
and approaches until their faces are but centimeters apart.  "Nabiki?  What 
are you...?"  They feel their breasts pressing together, although Nabiki's 
are bound by both bra ant blouse.
	"Shhhh."  The brunette's breath is hot on Ranko's face.  Nabiki looks 
deeply into her eyes, and kisses her gently on the lips.  Then, she boldly 
thrusts her tongue forward, but feels Ranko defiantly pulling back.  So 
Nabiki instead launches a barrage of kisses down her neck.  She descends to 
Ranko's chest, where she begins to suckle and lick her left tit.
	"Nabiki!"  Ranko gasps, pulling herself out of a trance, "Hold it!"  But, 
Nabiki's gentle caress manages to extract another quiet moan from the 
redhead.  Her hand feels its way up Ranko's inner thigh to her wet pussy.  
She resumes rubbing the clitoris where Ranko had left off.
	"No stop!  OH!"  The pigtailed girl throws her head back with pleasure, 
unable to control her own body.  "Nabiki..."
	"Hmmm?"  Nabiki doesn't stop sucking to respond.  Her left hand has slipped 
into her pants and under her panties, allowing her to gently work herself as 
she slurps and licks Ranko.
	"Please, I wish you'd stop that..."  Ranko pleads, powerless to resist such 
sensations.
	"No you don't"  Nabiki disagrees, "You want more."
	"No I, Oh yeah!  Please stop... OH!"  She throws her head back again.
	Nabiki uses her tongue to trace a path down Ranko's tummy.  She spreads the 
martial artist's legs, "Your pussy's just begging for more."
	"No, I. Oh yeah!"
	Nabiki cups her mouth around the kunt and starts to suck vigorously.  She 
traces her tongue up the length of the slit, and then swirls it around the 
clitoral nub.  Then, Ranko feels a hot wetness dipping inside of her.
	"No, please stop, or I'll..."  She starts to protest, but she then feels 
Nabiki squirming and wiggling deep inside, and she is overcome by the 
pleasure.  "Oh yeah, do it!  Eat me, Oh fuck!"  She starts to shake 
uncontrollably in Nabiki's mouth.
	However, when Nabiki senses how close Ranko has become, she withdraws, 
giving the redhead a moment to catch her breath.  "Oh no you don't."  
Proclaims Nabiki as she reaches into her paper bag and withdraws a set of 
fine, wooden, nanchyaku.  The two 8-inch, cylindrical shafts bound by a 
short length of chain each have the characters for Akane engraved upon them. 
  Nabiki pokes one into the Ranko's breast, and traces it down to her thigh. 
  "This is the best part."  She smiles as she presses one handle against the 
contours of Ranko's slit.
	"No!"  The pigtailed girl sits up wide-eyed, "You can't, I'm a guy!"
	"Quiet slut."  And Nabiki thrusts the shaft deep into the wet and eager 
pussy.
	"Oh fuck!"  Ranko cries out in a mixture of pain and delight.  She feels 
the improvised dildo sliding inside of her.  "No, I can't!"  Her heart 
pounds even faster at the fear that it may split her right open.  It starts 
blasting in and out.  "No stop!  Oh yeah!  Fuck!"  She screams.
	"Yes, No? Which is it?"  Nabiki teases, "Do you want Akane here to fuck you 
or not?"
	"Oh!  I don't, know, but, Oh yeah!"
	"You love it , you dirty slut.  Fucking your fiance's sister?"  Before 
awaiting a reply, Nabiki crawls up and french kisses Ranko's open panting 
mouth.  This time, she finds her prey much more receptive.  Their tongues 
play as Nabiki dildo-fucks her sister's betrothed.  Meanwhile, she pulls up 
her shirt to work her own breast, while smothering Ranko's chest in wet 
licking.  Suddenly, Nabiki stops altogether, and withdraws the tool.  For a 
moment, she just examines th escene.  No trace of blood.  Does this mean 
that Ranko has done this before?  Or maybe being a guy half the time has 
something to do with it.
	Nabiki doesn't have time to consider, however, for Ranko then sits up with 
a desperate look of disappointment upon her face.  "Huh?  Why did you...?"
	So the brunette returns her attention to her work, "If you want more, 
you'll have to beg for it."
	After a moment of silence, Ranko answers, "Please, I need it!  You can't 
leave me like this."
	"I want you to ask for it by name."  Nabiki gestures to the pussy creamed 
letters that adorn the handle.
	At first Ranko is confused, but she soon figures out what Nabiki is asking, 
"Akane?"
	Nabiki smiles, and touches the weapon to Ranko's pussy, spreading it just 
enough to tease her.  "You want her inside?"
	"I need it inside.  Please.." Her gaze is desperate.  "Fuck me."
	"I told you to ask for her by name."  Nabiki reminds her.
	"What?  OK, please fuck me Akane...?  I need her to fuck me?"
	Nabiki grins devilishly glancing at her bag, "Good girl."  She compliments, 
before thrusting the weapon back into the pigtailed girl's pussy.  She 
proceeds to slide it in and out, gradually increasing in speed.  A look of 
great contentment appears on the brunette's face when she hears Ranko start 
moaning again.
	Never having felt anything like this before, Ranko is sent into ecstasy by 
the throbbing inside her.  She shakes and squirms, bucking her hips as 
'Akane' blasts deep within her.  The fear that someone might find out makes 
it all the more exciting. Soon, the blazing fire becomes too strong to hold 
back.  Ranko screams as she erupts in wave after wave of pulsing pleasure.
	"Looks like you're not too hard to KO after all."  Nabiki makes the victory 
sign as she steps over Ranko's body, which had passed out but was still 
quivering.  The brunette then extracts a tape recorder from her paper bag.  
After pressing a few buttons, it plays back, in Ranko's voice, "I need it 
inside.  Please, fuck me." And then, "Please fuck me Akane."
	Nabiki smiles again, "That ought to do it.  I can name my price for this.  
Or..."  She licks her lips, "I might even be able to force Ranma boy-type 
to, um, service me.  I've definitely gotten myself horny enough to need a 
good butt-fucking."
					Owaru?

My first try at this sort of thing.  I realize that these characters would 
not actually act in this way.  It is not intended to be true to the 
original, except in so far as to enhance its entertainment value.  Feel free 
to tell me what you think.  gaijinsilver@hotmail.com       -PINK OUT-