Hi everyone!  Here we are with the next installment of my Ranma "Choose
your own Adventure" story.

****** YOU CAN CHOOSE!!!  YOU HAVE THE POWER!!! ****

Basically, you the reader, submit what YOU think should happen in the next
segment of the story.  I'll either pick the one that is IMHO the best or
more likely combine several ideas into one.

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but if you believe it please, please, please send me a cheque!  Otherwise
send the cheque to Viz Video and/or Rumiko Takahashi, whom without which, we
would all be Ranma-less.


LEMON WARNING!!  DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!!

Chapter 2

        Nabiki slowly led Ranma over to the dojo, her mind working
frantically to catalogue the possible interruptions they could
encounter.
        Kasumi, Dad and Mr. Saotome were asleep.  Akane was definitely
asleep, that stupid pet pig clutched in her arms.  With the emotional
energy she spent arguing with Ranma tonight, she would sleep the sleep
of the dead for hours.  Happosai skipped town a month ago to let things
cool down after police had stepped up security in the district.  Further
afield were Kuno and Kodachi, both exhausted after having end of year
dances at their respective schools, as was Ukyo.  Finally, the Chinese
trio had left a week ago.  They had some sort of holiday in their home
village, and they wanted to be there for the celebration.  All threats
accounted for.
        Except one.
        Ryoga was the wild card.  He came and went, and there was no
predicting his arrival.  She looked behind at the stunned teenager
behind her and smiled slightly.  Well, she was willing to take the risk.
Was Ranma?  She doubted he had the capacity to make that kind of
decision.  His ability to think right now was severely compromised.  So
much the better.  People were more susceptible in his state.
        They got to the dojo and she pushed Ranma inside.  Stepping in
after him, she closed the door and locked it.  The locks' click sounded
deafening in the silence.  Turning, she saw Ranma standing several feet
away, staring at her with a mixture of abject terror and a not
altogether understood longing.  He knew something was going to happen
tonight, but he had no idea what.  Again, Nabiki gave a little half
smile.
        "So," she said quietly, trying to sound businesslike, even
though butterflies were doing the Macarena around her insides.  "Where
shall we start?"  Her manner seemed to calm him somewhat.  At least one
of them seemed to know what they were about to do.  "I know."  She
walked over to Ranma and reached for his shirt.  He flinched away from
her.  "Calm down, Ranma.  I'm not going to hurt you."  The phrase, Not
unless you want me to, flittered through her mind, but she thought that
if she said that Ranma would lock up and be useless.  Better to go slow
and easy, and let him adjust.
        Undoing the buttons of his shirt, she pulled it off and threw it
into a corner.  She then pulled of his undershirt and stood back,
admiring the view.  The light from the street was broken up by the semi-
opaque walls of the dojo, giving the room an opalescent glow.  Ranma's
skin, washed out by the dim light, seemed to shine with an inner
illumination.  His muscles were sharply contrasted by shadows, and
Nabiki licked her lips appreciatively.
        "Mmmm-hmmmm.  Nice Ranma, very nice."  Ranma gulped, and his
hands twitched, resisting the urge to make a grab for his shirt.
Tossing the shirt aside, Nabiki reached once again for him, this time
going for the drawstring at Ranma's waist.  Ranma reflexively skipped
back, and Nabiki stepped back with a squeak, startled.
        "Look do you want to do this or not?" Nabiki demanded.  Her body
knew what she wanted to do, and from the bulge in his pants so did his.
Sighing in frustration, Nabiki rubbed both eyes with her fingers.  "Look
Ranma, we're never going to get anywhere like this."  She tapped one
finger against her lip, trying to think of a way to calm him down.
"Think of it as...a training exercise.  I'm going to show you
some...techniques to use.  Kind of like...Anything Goes Martial Arts Sex
Techniques."
        Ranma stared at her, trying to adjust to the idea.  "Training,"
he rasped.  "It's just training.  Training..."
        Nabiki gave him a sultry smile.  "That's right, Ranma," she
breathed.  "Just training."  She reached once again for his pants and
this time he did not move away.  A few pulls and twists later, Ranma's
pants lay at his feet.  Going to her knees, she pulled the pants off.
She then took his underwear, and gently pulled them down, exposing his
manhood to the air.
        The member was perhaps five inches long and three quarters of an
inch think.  It twitched in time with his heartbeat, and she could
clearly see the large vein, thick with blood, and, by the amount of skin
at the head, she could tell he was not circumcised.  Oddly enough, there
was no trace of pubic hair.  She resisted the desire to touch him and
instead stood up and backed away, letting Ranma adjust.  His eyes were
round and looking a bit wild as he stared at her.  Muscles were
twitching and jerking all over his body with the suppressed tension.
Continuing to watch, she waited until most of the muscles ceased their
twitching, then she stepped closer.
        Ranma started and stepped back slightly before stopping and
holding his ground.  Good, she thought, he's getting a bit braver.  "Now
it's your turn," she said.
        "Huh?"  His face looked like a stunned ox.
        "Take off my shirt."
        Ranma gulped and reached for the hem of her shirt.  His hands
shook violently, and he paused a moment to get them under control.
Taking the shirt in his hands, he pulled the shirt over her head.  Once
the shirt was gone, Ranma saw her breasts for the first time.
        Okay, maybe not for the *very* time, but this was the first time
he really noticed they were there.  Her skin was also pale with the dull
illumination, contrasting the dark nipples.  They were hard, and poked
out of her breasts like tiny soldiers at attention.  The breasts
themselves were still at the adolescent stage of growth, and they formed
twin small globes of flesh.  Ranma stared at them, and Nabiki felt
herself flush with embarrassment at his scrutiny.  She took her shirt
from his numb fingers and threw it aside.
        "Now for the pants."  She took his hands and put them on his
waist and pulled them down.  This forced Ranma to step close and kneel.
Inadvertently, his cheek brushed by her left breast, and she was forced
to stifle a moan at the twinge of pleasure-pain that race through her
chest.  She was more worked up than she had first thought.  Nabiki
smiled slyly.  Good.  I'm going to enjoy this even more than I thought.
Ranma pulled down and she stepped back.  Nabiki then quickly removed her
socks.  On his knees, Ranma was in the perfect position to see Nabiki's
second piece of evidence that she was indeed a girl.
        She, too, was completely bare of pubic hair, and Ranma could see
the thin line that bisected Nabiki's legs.  The inner lips had swelled
with her arousal, and he could see a small pea sized bit of flesh
protruding from the top part of her vagina.  Strangely enough, this did
not cause the same level of excitement that seeing her breasts did.
Maybe it was because a woman's privates where not always in a man's
conscious mind, but the breasts, by their very nature visible for men to
see, were.  Taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, he stood
and waited.
        Nabiki wanted to jump on him, ravish him, glory in the feeling
of conquest, but she knew if she did that, Ranma would freak, so she
would have to curb her appetite, and proceed at a painfully slow pace.
        "Okay, so the first thing I'm going to do is show you how not to
make a girl pregnant-"
        The word 'pregnant' crashed against Ranma's desire like a bucket
of cold water.  "Pregnant?" he faltered.  "I don't want to...what if we-?"
        Nabiki could see that she was losing him and quickly moved to
head off his fears.  "Don't worry, it's okay," she said soothingly.
"One, I'm on the pill.  Second, my period ended three days ago.  There's
no way I could become pregnant right now.  And third, I'm going to show
you how *not* to make me pregnant, okay?  Everything's taken care of.
You know me, I never fail to overlook anything."  Ranma hesitantly
nodded.  "Good.  Stay standing."  Nabiki went to him and knelt down.
"What I'm going to do is called a handjob.  Basically, I take you like
so..."  She took his penis in hand.  Ranma bit his lower lip as
previously unfelt sensations traveled from his member and around his
hips and thighs.  "And stroke it up and down, like as though you were
doing it yourself."  Her motions matched her words, and she began
stroking him gently.
        "Oh God!" whispered Ranma harshly as pleasure exploded from his
groin.  He wanted to...hell he didn't know what he wanted to do, but he
wanted to do something!  Nabiki grinned and continued her ministrations.
Seconds later, Ranma groaned.  Something deep inside him peaked, and the
pleasure exploded through his body.  "Ahhh!!"  The head of his member
swelled, and a jet of thick semen spurted out and landed on the floor.
His entire body spasmed rhythmically, his cum jetting out of him with
each shudder.  He stared down at Nabiki who was looking up at him,
amusement easily seen in her expression.  Nabiki removed her hand from
his softening member and, grabbing a sock, cleaned off her hand and the
floor.
        "Nabiki, that felt great!" Ranma suddenly felt as though he had
had a four-hour fight with Happosai.  Feeling weak, he sat down on the
floor, staring at Nabiki in wonder.  "I've never felt anything like that
before."
        Nabiki chuckled.  "Well you won't be able to say that ever
again.  So, on to part two-"
        "Part two?"  Ranma asked.  "I feel like I can barely move!"
Indeed, he did feel weak.
        "C'mon Saotome.  What happened to that famous constitution of
yours?  You can fight Happosai for four hours, but less than ten seconds
of sex and your exhausted?"
        Ranma stiffened in indignation.  "Hey, I fight all the time.
This is the first time I've done anything like this."
        Nabiki glared down at him.  "Don't be such a wimp, Ranma."
        Immediately, his ego came into play.  He stood and glared back.
"I'm not a wimp," he said defiantly.  "I'm ready for whatever you've
got."
        Smiling slyly, Nabiki took his hand and pulled him close.
"Good," she said softly.  Bending closer, she kissed him.
        Ranma froze.
        Nabiki's kiss turned into a grin. "Come on, Ranma, loosen up!"
She shook him slightly.  Blinking rapidly, Ranma managed to snap out of
his immobility.  "You like that?" she asked about her kiss.  He nodded.
"Then let's do it again."
        It took Ranma about four seconds to realize that she was waiting
for him.  He hesitantly leaned towards her, lips puckered.  Their lips
connected.  Nabiki couldn't suppress a roll of her eyes as his lips
mashed against her's.  He was so...inexperienced.  It was sweet in a
way, but it was also annoying.  She wanted him badly, but knew that she
would have to be patient.
        After several minutes of kissing, Ranma seemed to figure things
out, and his kisses changed from tentative to passionate.  Nabiki
pressed herself against him, moaning her need.  Taking one of his hands,
she placed it on one of her breasts.  She shivered as his palm scraped
against them, creating flashes of pleasure in her chest.
        "Suck them," she rasped.  Ranma complied, taking one in his
mouth nursing it like a newborn.  Nabiki groaned in response.  Finally,
her body at the limit of its patience, she pulled Ranma away and pushed
him down to his knees.  He could see the swollen mound.  Her inner lips,
easily visible, were thick with arousal, as was her tiny clit.
        "Touch it!"  Had Ranma been more experienced, he would have
recognized the begging note in her voice and held off, teasing her and
heightening her pleasure, but his eagerness matched hers, and he reached
out and placed his fingers on her slit.
        Ranma's head jerked up at Nabiki's indrawn gasp.  Had he hurt
her?  Her face was filled with desperate need.  Taking his hand in hers,
she began to move it in a clockwise direction.  Her gasping became
ragged, and her instructions came it bursts.  "Yes...like that!  Don't
stop...pleeese..."  Ranma watched her, mouth agape with amazement,
barely able to comprehend what was happening.
        After what seemed like an eternity, the burning in her loins
finally reached a peak.  "Ranma!  I'm coming!   Don't sto-"  Ranma
stared as Nabiki's body stiffened, then shook, once, twice, three times.
Each tremor was accompanied by stifled grunts and groans.  Ranma would
have laughed at the expression on her face or the sounds she made, but
he instead focused on a realization that shook him to his core.
        Girls are sexy.
        It was such a simple, yet profound thought.  Oh, he knew about
sex, and how girls could dress up to make themselves more desirable.
He'd even done it himself a few times (although not for the purpose of
attracting a man!).  But there was a difference between looking sexy and
being sexy.  He had know what it was to look sexy, both as a guy and a
girl, but he had never seen some be sexy.  Akane had looked sexy.  Hell,
she had even been sexy at that hot spring a few months ago.
(Unfortunately, that had turned out to be an Oni possessing Akane, not
Akane herself.)  But for some reason that event had not penetrated his
consciousness of a girl being sexy.  Even something as silly as Nabiki's
slowing gasps were a sign of how sexy Nabiki was, of how desirable she
could be.  If she had made those sounds in any other setting, he would
have stared at her like she was crazy, but now, those sounds made him
want her all the more.  He was a *man* who had pleased a woman.  The
satiated smile on her face was proof enough.
        Girls are sexy.
        The thought stunned him.  That means Akane could be sexy, Ukyo
could be sexy, any girl he knew had the capacity to be sexy.  If Nabiki,
probably the last person he would have classified as sexy, was sexy,
then what did that mean for everyone else he knew.  He called Akane an
uncute, sexless tomboy.  Ukyo dressed like a man, not something that he
found particularly attractive.  Did that mean they weren't sexy?  No, he
realized.  They were just sexy in different ways.  What about himself?
He was a girl, on occasion.  Did that mean he was sexy?  The thought
chilled him.  Maybe he had been coming on to guys and hadn't even know
it.  Maybe that was why Kuno was so wild about his girl side.
        Nabiki watched the rapid play of emotions on his face.  Seeing
his face settle into a slightly disgusted, grim expression, she knelt
beside him.
        "You okay?"
        "Yeah," he replied, nodding slowly.  After several more moments
of thought he turned to her.  "I've been a real jerk, haven't I?"
        "I wouldn't argue with that.  Is there a particular way you were
a jerk that concerns you?"
        "Just...well...the way I've treated you girls, especially Akane.
Calling her an uncute tomboy, or sexless, or stuff like that.  It's not
true.  And Ukyo, she's a friend, but she wants to be more than a friend
to me, and I've just ignored her, treated her like one of the guys."  He
hung his head.  "I haven't been very nice to either of them, have I?"
        "No, you haven't," she agreed.  "No words of remorse for
Shampoo?"
        Ranma snorted.  "Are you kidding?  They've tried everything
short of outright kidnapping to get me to go with them.  I don't care
about them."  He glared into the darkness, thinking about all the
embarrassing things Shampoo and Cologne had done to him in the past.
        "Hey, don't get all tense about them, they're not worth the
energy."  She took one of his hands and pulled it towards he breasts.
"Instead, think of the-eeew!"  She pushed his hand away in disgust.
        "What?  What is it?"  He looked at his hand.  In the dimly lit
room, it seemed quite normal.
        Nabiki shuddered in disgust.  "You're hand's all cold and
clammy!  How did...Ranma did you clean off your hand after
we...uh...finished?"
        "Cleaned off my hand?  What are you talking about?"  Now that
she mentioned it, his hand did feel a little cool and a bit slick, like
there was a layer of sweat on it.
        How like a man!  Nabiki managed to suppresses a surge of anger.
He's new, she thought.  He doesn't know this stuff.  "Ranma, when a girl
becomes sexually aroused, she excretes vaginal fluid.  When you were
using your hand on me, it got covered with the stuff.  You're suppose to
clean it off afterwards."  She glared at him to drive home the message.
        "Oh, sorry."  He picked up his undershirt and quickly wiped off
his hand.  He turned to her and admired her naked form in the darkness.
"Now what?"
        Nabiki stood and grabbed their clothes.  "Now we get dressed
before someone comes and manages to catch us."
        Ranma's face fell.  "Oh," he replied, disappointed.  They got
dressed in silence.  As they were about to leave the dojo, Ranma turned
to Nabiki.
        "Thanks a lot for...well...you know."  His face reddened.
        Grinning, Nabiki replied, "No problem."
        "I don't owe you anything, do I?" he asked tentatively.
        "No.  I had as much fun as you did.  I consider it equal
payment."
        "Good."
        They walked to the house, but before they entered, Nabiki put a
hand on Ranma's arm.  He stopped.
        "You know Ranma, I really had fun.  If you ever want to
be...educated..."  Nabiki barely managed to suppress a grin at Ranma's
blushing.  "...don't be afraid to ask.  Also, sleeping in the same room
as your dad must be a pain.  If you ever want a room for an hour or so
for yourself, I'd be willing to let you use mine."
        Ranma's mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound
emerged.  Amusement filled her.  He was so naïve!  Finally, he managed
to get some words past his lips.  "How much would this cost?" he asked.
        "Oh, not much.  We can negotiate it on a case by case basis."
She turned and stepped into the house.  "Goodnight, Ranma."
        "Uh...yeah.  Goodnight."  Ranma stared into the darkness for a
long moment before entering.

        A small shadow detached itself from a dark corner of the dojo.
Slipping through one of the many holes in the wall, it bounded nimbly
into the night.