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The characters in this story belong to their respective creators and rights holders. Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi. All original content is the creation of Samuel Phoenix. All My Outers... Ranma let out a low groan as he opened his eyes to the day. Bright. It was just was too damn bright. The morning sunlight was like two hot daggers of solar hellfire burning into his eye sockets. He clamped his eyes shut and let his mind wander. What the hell was going on? Slowly, through a clouded mind, he considered his current state. His eyes were supersensitive. It took everyone a moment to adjust to the light level when they woke up in the morning, but this was ridiculous. He also had problems thinking. While most people would think that was normal, it was not. While he would loath to admit it, the only thing quicker than his mind, was his mouth. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing here, but he sure as hell felt strange, like some kind of mist had been lifted from his eyes. And what the hell was this pressure on his chest. He slowly shifted his body, and felt some form of weak resistance when he moved his arms. Suddenly, the pressure shifted. Ranma’s mind immediately went into overdrive. It was then that he realized what was probably going on. Slowly, his eyes creaked open, he fought the pain for a moment, and when his vision cleared, he didn’t like what he saw. He was in bed with four people. Four naked people. Four very *female* naked people. The one his on his chest was a small, cute, black haired girl in her mid teens- fourteen, fifteen at best. The girl on his left was beautiful and had aquamarine hair. On his right was a healthy but tomboy-ish blonde, and there appeared to be a shock of dark green hair at the foot of the bed. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He was the filling of a girl sandwich. No ifs, and or buts about it: Akane was going to *kill* him, slowly and painfully... and if she didn’t, Shampoo and Ukyo would finish the job. He had to get out of here. He had to run. He didn’t know exactly how he was going to, but he was. Saotome Ranma was not going to die because of this! An orgy wouldn’t do *him* in. He had to get out. He had to escape before it was too late, but how? Maybe he could squirm out of their grip! Yeah, that might work, squirm out of their grip and run! If he did that, he might have a chance! There was a loud yawn from the girl on his chest as she re-entered the land of the living. She groaned slightly as she opened her eyes. After a moment she looked up, and strait into Ranma’s eyes. So much for his chance. She smiled cutely, and blinked twice for good measure. “Err... hello.” “Ahh... Hi,” replied Ranma. The cute girl blushed and looked downwards, “Something’s poking me in the hip...” Ranma gagged, so that’s what that pleasant feeling was... “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you!” she said as she giggled cutely. Ranma’s mind froze, and he slowly nodded affirming her accusation with an “Ah huh”. Again, the girl giggled, “I feel lightheaded... I bet this is just a strange dream. I’m going back to sleep now, okay?” To accentuate her point, she yawned. Ranma gulped. He wished this was just a dream. Maybe if she went to sleep he could find a way out, if only he could find a way out from under this cute girl. “Er... okay.” The girl smiled, and snuggled into Ranma’s chest much to his displeasure, and growing discomfort. “Good night...” Her movement must have awakened the woman at his feet, because there was a loud groan at the foot of the bed, and then a loud thud as she rolled off, followed a battery of what sounded like curses in some strange foreign language. Ranma chucked to himself as he once again considered the situation. He was in bed with four women. One of them was awake, and cuddling his chest, another just fell off the bed and was obviously pissed, and two more were still sleeping in his arms. Considering his past luck with women he could only come to one realization. “So this is it, I am going to die.” -------------- Setsuna curse loudly as she hit the ground. Today her chosen language was Old Norse, and the reason was its colorful collection of insults and foul words. The Norse really knew how to express their opinion when things were not going their way. Once she was done expressing her displeasure, she laid back onto the floor. Squinting because of the light, she began to consider her situation. She was nude, she had just gotten laid, and she had no idea how she had gotten into this situation. She tried to remember, but she was running a blank. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. The last time she had been this lightheaded was... was... 1960-something. She squinted her eyes, and took a quick look at the interior. Haruka and Michiru’s room. Could she have had an orgy with the two lesbian outers? Her hand quickly darted down to her nether regions. After a moment of probing, she brought her hand up to her nose and took a sniff. So much for that theory. There was defiantly a man present. Girls just didn’t smell like that. Setsuna slowly moved to stand up, but her movement was slowed by an aching pain in her lower half. Whoever she had been with was very energetic. Too bad she couldn’t remember any of it. She sat back down to orient herself. Man, what was that uncomfortable feeling on her finger? She looked down at her hand, and was struck by a wave of sobriety. She was wearing a ring. A wedding ring. Now, this was new. She could honestly say that in all her thousands of years of life she had never married. She cursed to herself in Sumerian. While she was not particularly fond of the culture, they had always had the most explicit curses. In comparison, the Old Norse were clean. When she was finished exclaiming her displeasure, she laid back and thought to herself. What now? She would have to have it annulled, there was no other option. She did not know the person, and she could not afford a long-term relationship. She had too many secrets, and could not allow herself to become attached to a ‘mortal’. She had watched everything she ever known and loved be destroyed once, and she would be damned before she watched a husband slowly rot away from old age while she stayed young. It was just not good for ones mental health. Oh well, that could come later. Time to take a look at “husband number one”. Great, now she was sounding like those bitter old divorcées that she knew during her time in America. She shook her head then slowly wobbled to her feet, and took a look on the bed. Michiru, Haruka, and even Hotaru?! She blinked twice then exclaimed, “What the hell?!”
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