This is part 2 of my Divine Intervention series.  I realize I may have
submitted the Name backwards at the begining of the story.  The series
name is suppose to be Divine Intervention.
IN THE MEANTIME...
PART TWO - DIVINE INTERVENTION


All right, this is my first fanfic turned into a series and 
my first lemon.  Well, the first I actually have written, 
anyway.  So, as the BGM of Miyukichan in Wonderland plays, 
let's begin.

STANDARD LEMON WARNING:  This story contains sex.  Well, not 
a lot of sex, but there is some.  If you don't like graphic 
depiction's of such acts, don't read it.  Simple, no?

STANDARD COPYRIGHT ACKNOWLEDGMENT:  Whatever characters are 
used belong to whoever created them and whoever bought the 
rights to them.  Praises to the creators and may you never 
get writers block.  Gratitude to both the US and Japan 
distributors, now get on the stick and BRING US MORE.  This 
work is for entertainment only, no profit should be made from 
the distribution of this piece of my imagination.

This story takes place during the two week interval of Mousse's 
training.

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        Ranma was in a foul mood, again. Akane had hit him, 
again, for no reason what-so-ever, yet again. "Stupid girl." 
he muttered, pulling out the ice from the refrigerator and 
filling the ice pack. He went to sit down in front of the TV. 
He definitely didn't like the last words he heard before 
unconsciousness took him completely. "Just you wait. It _will_ 
taste better." she'd said.
        "Sexless Tomboy." he said as he reached up to surf 
through the channels, hoping to distract himself from the 
feeling of impending doom. A pair of arms snapped out of the 
TV screen and wrapped around his neck. Ranma screamed and 
fell backwards, dragging a beautiful face out of the TV in 
the process.
        "Hi, handsome. Miss me?" Ranma broke out of the embrace 
and vaulted over the other side the room, ready for a fight.  
The curvaceous form continued to rise out of the TV. The lady 
laughed into the back of her hand. "What's the matter, Ranma? 
Don't you like interactive television?"
        "It's you!" he said blankly. "You're that goddess, Urd, 
from last week."
        "The one and only." Urd stated, bowing with a sweep of 
her cape. "Now, where is Happosai? I need to check on him to 
make sure he's living up to his punishment."
        "Haven't seen him, lately. Actually, I was hopping to 
talk to you again.  I need you to help me out with something."
        "Oh, yeah? With what? You got a love interest that won't 
even notice your existence?" she asked with a grin.
        "What? No!!" he exclaimed, putting is hands in front of 
him. "The last thing I need is another one."
        Urd raised an eyebrow at this. "So you need to get rid 
of a few girlfriends? Whew. When I called you 'stud' I guess I 
hit it right on the money."
        "It's not like that!!" Ranma shouted. "Listen, I need 
to ask you if you can remove my curse."
        "Curse?" Urd looked at Ranma again, shifting her vision 
to see his aura, showing her his emotional state as well as any 
magical influences. "Hmmm...  Perhaps you better tell me what 
this curse is and how you got it."
        Ranma launches into his tale of Jusenkiyo and the cursed 
springs and finishes by emptying the melted ice pack on his head.
        "Whoah! Interesting. At least your still cute. So, it's 
just you and your father, the panda, then?"
        "Well, no. There's Shampoo, the c-c... who changes, 
Mousse, the duck, and... " Ranma pauses to take a quick look 
around, making sure no one is listening in, "... Ryoga the pig."
        "Who are you calling a pig." Ryoga came charging in, 
"Ranma! How dare you flirt with an older woman inside Akane's 
house.  I won't allow it."
        "O... Older?!?" says Urd, her eye begins to twitch.
        "Uh-oh." says Ranma as he dives out of the way.
        A flash of red lightning sends Ryoga out of the house, 
over the carp pond into the stone wall. *What the..! She didn't 
even move. How'd she do that?* Ryoga pulls himself upright as 
Ranma vaults over the pond to kneel by his side.
        "I suggest you apologize while your still in one piece, 
man."
        "Who is sh... ?" Ryoga started, rubbing his head.
        "Ranma, who is that?" said Urd, walking out to the porch. 
"And why did he attack you for no reason?"
        "Uh, I'm sorry, Urd. This is Ryoga."
        "Oh, the pig."
        "Hey!" said Ryoga, standing up. "Who are you calling...  
Wahlp!" Ranma swept Ryoga's feet from under him and was grinding 
his face into the grass.
        "When will you learn to shut up, numskull? Urd is a 
genuine goddess and she just might hold the key to a cure."
        "Cure?" said Ryoga, through blades of grass stuck in 
his teeth.
        "Yes. Now, apologize to her and don't do anything that 
might upset her, got it?" Ranma finally released Ryoga's head 
so he could get up.
        "Yeah... " Ryoga prostrates himself in front of Urd. 
"I'm sorry I flew off the handle like that, please forgive me."
        "Oh, get up, already, I was never much for that bowing 
and scraping, anyway. Besides, what are you so mad about, your 
curse isn't nearly as strong as Ranma's."
        "What?" Ranma and Ryoga say together, looking at each 
other.
        "So, can you really remove the curse?" asks Ryoga.
        Urd laughs. "Curses are always tricky business. There's 
no way I am going to cast a reversal spell like that blind, who 
knows what might happen? Let me do some research and get back to 
you."
        "Anything you can do would be appreciated." says Ranma.
        "My life is in your hands." says Ryoga.
        "No promises, guys. Now, where is Happosai?"
        "Happosai?!" Ryoga stares. "What would a goddess like 
you need with a sleaze like Happosai."
        "I am here to check on him, to see if he's keeping his 
end of the bargain."
        "I'll tell you later, Ryoga. Honest, Urd, we haven't 
seen him. He hasn't been around since you guys were last here 
a week ago. Are you sure you don't need help keeping an eye 
on him?"
        "Hey, if you really are some kind of goddess, why 
can't you just use a crystal ball, or something, to spy on 
him." Ranma puts his forehead in his hands, *Why does that 
idiot choose now to ask an intelligent question?*
        "The fact that he can block some of my best scrying 
spells is kind of disturbing. No, my sister's right, this is 
something he has to do alone. So, it's strictly hands off, 
handsome. Still, I wouldn't mind knowing what he is up to. 
Well, gotta go." She turns back to the TV, leaning over to 
fit into the small screen. Ryoga holds his nose as he watches 
the very shapely posterior disappear through the screen.
        Ryoga stares wide eyed at the screen. "How'd she..?"
        "C'mon. Let's go to the dojo and I'll tell you about it."
        "Hey, Ranma, why does she call you 'handsome'... ?"
        As the two boys walk out, neither notice the small 
form hiding behind the television set. "That guy is just too 
interesting to take my eyes off of completely. I should've 
thought about this the first time I was here." The mini-Urd 
copy jumps down to the floor and sets about searching through 
the house.

        During their sparing match, Ranma told Ryoga about the 
run-in Happosai had with the three goddesses. At the end of the 
story, Ryoga couldn't help laughing out loud, and Ranma couldn't 
resist the opportunity to punt Ryoga out of the dojo to 
destinations unknown. He didn't want Ryoga turning into P-chan 
and sneaking into Akane's room again, tonight.
        *Man if it was only possible. I am so close to a cure.*
        The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end. 
There was something evil near him. He stood perfectly still, 
extending his senses, trying to find the source of this feeling 
of dread.
        A battle cry interrupted his thoughts. It sounded like 
Akane. Ranma ran out of the dojo as fast as his legs could go.  
Was it Shampoo finally challenging Akane?  Ukyo wouldn't dare to 
fight Akane out of the blue like this, would she? Maybe Kodachi... 
Shit.
        He ran into the house and followed the sounds of battle 
to the kitchen. *Aw...  man.  Does she have to try this three 
nights in a row?* Ranma thought. Sure enough, his worse fears 
were taking shape.  Akane was trying to cook.  He never claimed 
to be a good cook, but when a recipe tells you to "whip the batter", 
he was relatively certain it didn't mean "...with a cat 'o nine 
tails while shouting 'Call me "Queen."'" Only one thing to do in 
this situation. He turned toward the door.
        "Hold it, son!" Soun was standing in front of him, his 
tear streaked face set firm.
        "Where do you think you are going?" asked Genma, a little 
more sternly.
        "Uh...  Out?  For...  um...  some fresh air." Ranma 
stammered.
        "Not alone your not." said Soun, pushing Ranma toward 
the door.
        "Lead the way, m'boy." Genma grabbed shoes and sandals 
for the three as they raced for the gate. All of them were 
relieved when they actually made it safely as the sounds of 
carnage in the kitchen never stopped.
        From the dojo, another pair of eyes watched the trio 
leave. *That boy is good. I will have to be more careful from 
now on.*

        "Did I tell you I would take care of you or what?" asked 
Ranma, trying to squeeze just a little more praise out of his 
co-conspirators.
        "Yes, you certainly did your father proud." said Genma.
        "Oh, I am stuffed." said Soun. "I wasn't sure how we 
would make it through the night, since none of us had any money."
        "Yes, and we owe it all to Ranma." and all three of 
them laughed.
        After running out, Ranma had convinced the two to go 
to Uchann's and the Cat-cafe. All three had eaten their fill 
and Ranma had convinced both of his other fiancees to put it 
on the house, dispite the fact that both fathers were eating 
and that Genma ate twice his usual amount. For Ranma, it was 
kind of a special night. Tonight, was actually feeling like he 
was part of Genma and Soun's exclusive little club, not as a 
son or son-in-law-to-be, but as an equal. As they walked down 
the darkened streets toward home, Ranma felt sure that if either 
Shampoo or Ukyo served alcohol, the three of them would be rip-
roaring drunk by now and loving it.
        As they reached the house they were glad to see all of 
the lights were off. They knew Akane would be angry if she 
caught them, tonight. They agreed that if they could make it 
to their rooms they should be safe, as she would probably cool 
off by morning.
        Leaving the front door alone, they snuck around back 
and snuck in the back door, leaving their shoes on the porch.
        As he was passing the living room, Ranma heard a 
disembodied voice say "...kiiiillll mmmeeeeee..." and his foot 
was grabbed by a cold clammy hand. Ranma yelped and lept away 
only to hit his head on the ceiling. Soun and Genma crowded 
around him, saying "Ssshhhhh!" as he held his head.
        "k-kill meeee...." said the voice again.
        Soun stared into the darkness. "Nabiki? Is that you?"
        A very pale Nabiki crawled into view, her hair matted 
from perspiration, eyes sunken into their sockets, the moonlight 
only adding to her pale complexion to make her appear like even 
more ghost-like. "I hate you all. You left me behind." she groaned.
        Soun knelt beside his ailing daughter, easing her to 
lie on her back. "Please, girl, please, forgive your father."
        Genma knelt beside her checking her over. "It's pretty 
bad. We shouldn't move her. She should be better by morning, though."
        "Heh... You won't live to see it. Akane was pretty mad, 
you know." she whispered with an evil grin.
        Soun quickly pressed a 5000 yen note into her hand. 
"Hey!" whispered Ranma, "You had money the entire time!?"
        Nabiki laughed a hollow laughter, "That means Ranma got 
you eats for free. There is only two places he could have pulled 
that off... " and Genma pressed another 5000 yen note into her 
other hand.
        "I don't believe you two." Ranma said, throwing his 
hands into the air, feeling that this nights camaraderie had 
been shattered, that he'd been used by the two older men, yet 
again.
        "I am sorry, Nabiki." said Soun. "I had no idea that you 
would suffer so." he kissed her on the forehead. "Where is Kasumi?"
        "She took a quick dinner to Dr. Tofu."
        "Good, good. Now try to get some sleep, Nabiki, dear." 
he said as he covered her with a blanket. The three conspirators 
snuck off to their rooms.

        The next day, Akane decided not to talk to anyone except 
Kasumi. Nabiki decided not to eat breakfast, wisely not offering 
an explanation, but left early for school. Soun tried many times 
during breakfast to talk to his daughter, but each time he tried 
she shut him up with only a glance, and he retreated behind his 
newspaper. She left for school, not waiting for Ranma, who tried 
to follow after her. He tried to talk to her, but she continued 
to ignore him. He tried to make her mad, but she still remained 
calm and steadfast in her resolve. When Akane was mad beyond 
getting angry, that was when Ranma knew he was in trouble.
        Even the normal troubles couldn't make her talk. Getting 
pounced by Shampoo, Ranma actually had hope that Akane would say 
something. But she continued to walk without looking back. She 
ignored Kuno as well, which should have been a good sign. Even 
when Ukyo ate lunch with him, she still ignored him.
        He finally caught up with her at the dojo in the 
afternoon. She was stiffly going through some katas, having 
already broken every spare brick the dojo had. He leaned up 
against the wall, just inside the door, and watched her for 
a while. She continued to ignore him.
        "Listen, Akane. Can we talk?" he said, finally.
        "How could you do it, Ranma?" she spun to face him. 
"Every time I try to make something good, you run off. Do you 
know how that makes me feel?"
        "... sorry... "
        "I work really hard to make something good and you 
don't even try it. I may not be the best cook in the world, 
but you didn't even taste it."
        "... sorry... "
        "Not only that, this time you drag my dad with you. And 
who feeds my one and only father? Ukyo and Shampoo, that's who."
        "... sor...  How did you find out about that?"
        "Oh, Shampoo was only 'too, too happy' to break the news 
to me." she said, imitating a familiar foot bounce. "When? While 
you were eating lunch with Ukyo, that's when."
        "You were mad at me. How am I suppose to eat lunch with 
you when you're angry like that?"
        "How should that matter? Just who are you suppose to be 
engaged to anyway?"
        "Ah...  eh... "
        "Well? Can't say anything can you? No wonder your father 
controls who you're going to marry, you couldn't make up your own 
mind if your life depended on it."
        "Now just a minute... "
        "No, you just a minute. I want you to tell me why you 
can't make up your mind as to who you are going to marry. And 
don't give me that 'I'm not ready to get married' crap. You 
have no right to say that when you have four fiancees breathing 
down your neck."
        "You don't understand... "
        "No. You don't understand. You don't understand the 
hell your putting everyone else through. You play with girls 
hearts like it was a new toy for you. Just a boy with a toy 
with no responsibility at all. 'A man among men.' What a joke. 
Your only a man when it's convenient for you. With your curse, 
it makes it that much easier for you. Even if you weren't cursed 
your mom would still be disappointed in you."
        "That's it." Ranma stepped away from the wall.
        Akane slapped him. "I challenge you, Ranma. Here and now. 
Anything goes fight to the finish. If I win, you choose. Right 
now. You decide who you will marry and end it."
        "What... "
        "Coward!!" Akane slapped him again. "You always said it 
was your duty to accept any challenge. As a martial artist, I 
am challenging you. Or do you truly take after your father more 
than you like to admit?"
        "All right. You want a fight, you got it." He squared 
himself into a fighting stance.
        "Finally, you found some backbone."
        She launched a series of kicks at him without much effect. 
Ranma easily dodged out of the way of all of them. She hadn't 
improved. Her fighting style was still the same, Ranma thought 
to himself, all heart, no thought. Power without control. What 
was the point of her challenging him if she knew she wasn't 
ready for it? Overconfident as always. Still, she had gone too 
far this time, she needed to be taken down a peg or two.
        Akane punched at him, Ranma caught her arm at the elbow 
and twisted it behind her back. "You have to move faster than 
that, slow-poke." and he released her, pushing her away.
        Akane yelled and spun to hit him with a back fist as 
hard as she could. Ranma ducked behind her, pulled her sideways, 
into a side stretch. "Never overextend yourself." he said, and 
pushed her away again.
        Akane reversed her momentum from the push and brought 
a kick that Ranma actually had to block instead of dodge. She 
thought she was getting somewhere, when Ranma grabbed her gi 
top and fell backwards, rolling her gently onto the floor. 
"You can't find victory flat on your back." he said. She kicked 
him off and got up.
        "When are you going to take me seriously!?!" she cried. 
She reached behind her and brought out the "mallet from no-where". 
She swung it across her body, certain she would catch Ranma with 
it, as he was getting to his feet.
        At the last second, Ranma ducked, reached up with one 
hand and sheared off the head of the mallet, catching it in the 
other hand behind his head. Akane was suddenly off balance with 
the sudden loss of the counter weight. Ranma's eyes glittered 
evily as he slammed the mallet head into the floor at her feet, 
hard enough to break the floorboards. Akane continued to dance, 
trying to regain her balance. She began to wonder if she had 
gone too far.
        "Chestnut Fist, revised... " Ranma shouted.
        Akane was now trying to back up, still off balance. 
*He wouldn't dare use such a dangerous technique against me* 
she thought.
        "...Tickle Torture!" Ranma's hands swept into a blur 
as his fingers found their way into her  ribs and stomach. 
Dispite her anger, Akane howled in laughter. Every muscle that 
she had always kept tense in her fury now worked against her. 
Every touch caused her body to spasm as she spun trying to get 
away from the speedy hands. Amazingly, she didn't fall. Ranma 
was holding her up, as much as he was tickling her. Akane spun 
and twisted and turned, but the hands were just too fast and 
she was quickly loosing her breath, laughing too hard to breath 
properly.
        No matter which way she turned, Ranma always found her 
stomach, or her ribs, he even took time to bring a finger to his 
mouth and stick it in her ear, dripping with saliva. Instinctively, 
Akane raised her arm to wipe the slime off with her sleeve, this 
only left her armpit open to attack. Twice more Ranma did this, 
and she continued to fall for it, but he never let up on her 
stomach and ribs.
        Akane knew she must be turning blue, her head pounding 
as she couldn't take a proper breath. When she thought she 
couldn't take it any more, she forced herself to fall away from 
him. It was a mistake she quickly regretted. Now her feet were 
exposed. Ranma showed no mercy his hands at once on her feet, 
her knees, even the sensitive inside of her thigh. She screamed 
in unwanted laughter as her feet flailed at him but her kicks 
were easily brushed aside as his hands continued their work. 
Through her tears, Akane still refused to as him to stop, but 
he just wasn't letting up.
        Suddenly Ranma jumped, landing on top of her, trapping 
her legs under his weight, renewing his assault on her ribs 
and stomach. Tears running down her face, she was sure she 
was going to throw up.    "Enough... Ranma... Igive... youwin... 
IGIVE... YOUWIN... YOUWIIIIIIIIIN!!!!"
        Ranma rolled off her and sat beside her, trying to 
catch his breath, extended use of the Chestnut Fist technique 
had exhausted him. Akane lay next to him unable to move, except 
to continue gasping for air.
        "Wasn't fair... <gasp> y'cheated... .<wheeze>... ." 
she managed to say.
        "'Fair'? Cheat? You still don't get it, do you?" Ranma 
looked at her. "You are the heir to Anything Goes School of 
martial arts and you still use words like 'fair' and 'cheat'?" 
He caught the look in her eye. "Yes...  I use them too, but at 
least I can still beat all of my opponents." She could nothing 
but glare at him.
        He got up to leave. Ranma's anger left him as he stopped 
at the door. "You really need to figure this out on your own, 
but I'll give you a hint. I've fought against all of my fiancees, 
now, but really were the easiest to beat." And he left.
        A tear fell from her eye as she lay there, still too 
tired to move. "Why, Ranma? Why did you want to win? You could 
have ended it all if you had just lost and decided."  She lay 
there for several minutes, thinking about what had happened.  
He had perfect control.  She would be surprised if she found 
even one bruise anywhere on her body.
        She rolled to get up, but her stomach cramped up, 
leaving her lying on her side.  Then she noticed it, her own 
scent.  She stuck her hand into her gi to find her panties were 
soaked through.  The light touch sent a shiver up her body.  
She lay there for a few minutes, rubbing her sex through her 
soaked panties.   Her breathing picked up again.
        She imagined what Ranma's hands had felt like on her 
body.  Strong enough to affect her, yet he would never hurt 
her.  He had touched the inside of her thigh.  What if he had 
slipped?  What if he had touched her... there.  Akane's body 
jerked at the touch of her most sensitive nub.
        God, what if someone saw her like this?  Someone could 
walk in on her at any moment.  She smiled at the thought.  Let 
them.  She didn't care at the moment.  She was close, she could 
feel it.  She thought of Ranma.  The warmth in her drained away.
        Damn him.  How could he do this to her?  He had to know 
she felt.  She had been so close, like so many times before.  He 
did this to her on purpose.  He had to know what he was doing.
        She lay on the floor, still sore, like she had just 
done ten-thousand sit-ups, and cried, pounding her juice 
covered fist into the floor.
        There were times, when she thought about Ranma, when 
he wasn't being a jerk or flirting with other girls, he could 
say just the right thing and leave her dazed, sometimes 
feeling warm, sometimes downright hot.  She would want him 
in a very carnal way.  On those nights she would lay in her 
bed, think of him, and play with herself.  But the answer 
still eluded her.  If she wanted him so damn bad...
        ...why couldn't she reach an orgasm?

        Ranma grabbed his bath things on his way to the tub.  
His arms aching even as he walked, he had never used the 
Chestnut Fist for so long. He seriously considered standing 
on his head to wash his hair, just so he didn't have to lift 
his arms.  He turned on the cold water to rinse the sweat off 
him, switching to his female form. She grabbed the bottle of 
shampoo and stopped.  Someone was watching her.  She wasn't 
alone.
        "I have to admit, I really don't get your strategy 
concerning women, Ranma."
        That was when she spotted a 6 inch doll swinging her 
legs off the edge of the tub.
        "Urd?" she stared.
        Mini-Urd jumped down and expanded instantly to full 
size in a puff of smoke. She was wearing a blue two piece 
bikini trimmed in gold. The look of extreme disappointment 
on her face. "You really hurt her, you know." Ranma turned 
to face away from her, the last thing she felt she needed 
was another person judging her. Urd continued, "I thought 
you had the soul of a warrior, why would you hurt someone 
so cruelly?"
        "You don't know what you're talking about. You want 
cruel, you should try Akane's cooking." Ranma said, turning 
back to face the wall again, snatching the shampoo from her 
bucket.
        "But you love her, don't you?" The shampoo bottle 
clattered to the floor. Urd smiled. It was a shot in the dark, 
but it appeared to hit it's mark, nonetheless. "Let me do that." 
she said, picking up the bottle.
        "W- what!? That uncute, macho chick? No, way." Her arms 
were too sore to protest when Urd poured some shampoo on her 
head and began scrubbing. "She's too violent, couldn't cook a 
meal to save her life, and is so unsexy, she couldn't attract 
flies if she were covered in sh...AHKK!" Her head was yanked 
backwards by the hair. Ranma was leaning back, looking upside-
down into the face of an angry goddess. She realized what she 
had just said and started to worry.
        Urd suddenly smiled and pushed Ranma upright, again, 
and continued lathering her hair. "Do you realize, Ranma, that 
from the time you exited the dojo, to the time you entered the 
bath, you never once took your hand away from your face?" Ranma 
flinched and moved her hands to between her knees. "Now why is 
that?" Urd took the shower head, turned it to luke-warm and 
rinsed Ranma's hair so she didn't change. She then took the 
soap and towel and began washing Ranma's back.
        When Ranma didn't answer, she continued, "It's sorta 
like cutting onions, isn't it? The smell can stay with you 
for days, if not washed properly." Ranma was too relaxed by 
now and was only half paying attention. Urd pulled Ranma's 
arm up to wash it. Ranma's eyes snapped open when Urd touched 
her face to Ranma's hand. "Mmmm... sweat and emotion. Very 
primal. She does smell nice."
        Ranma only closed his eyes in protest as Urd washed 
her other arm. Being behind Ranma, Urd was leaning into her 
back, her breasts pressed against Ranma's small frame. She 
took Ranma by each wrist and held them close to Ranma's face. 
Urd whispered to her ear, "What do you think about when you 
smell her like this, Ranma?" The scent of Akane seemed to 
assault Ranma. She lost herself in the moment, forgetting that 
Urd was behind her, she breathed deep before she could stop 
herself and her face broke into a large silly grin.
        A hand released Ranma's wrist, traveled down to cup 
her breast, it traveled around the outside, over the top and 
down the front to rub against her nipple, which was already 
as hard as an eraser. Ranma gasped at the sensitive contact 
as Akane's voice came to her ear. "Relax, Ranma. Let me take 
care of everything." Ranma felt the breasts behind him slide 
against her soapy back. The hand on her breast held the tip 
of the nipple between a thumb and forefinger, gently rolling 
it. Ranma pressed himself into the breasts behind her as a 
new warmth centered deep in her stomach, seemed to travel 
through her.
        The other hand released her wrist, attaching itself 
to her other breast, yet Ranma's hand never moved from his 
face. The smell seemed to intoxicate her, filling her head 
with thoughts and emotions about Akane he rarely entertains. 
Too rarely. Soapy hands that caressed her breasts would not 
let these new thoughts die. Every pass over her sensitive 
nipples seemed to resonate her emotions, making them stronger.
        "Do you trust me?" came Akane's voice again.
        Ranma could only nod. One hand slid from her breast 
to between her legs. Ranma gasped and fell back against the 
body behind her, the touch like an electric shock to the most 
sensitive part of her groin. She had to bite her lip to keep 
from screaming. "I never knew...", she gasped, "I never thought..."
        "Never?" came Akane's voice again, "You have such a 
beautiful body, Ranma. It's hard to believe you never touched 
it," the hand on her breast pulled on the nipple, Ranma squirmed 
a bit on her seat. "... that you never explored it." The middle 
finger slid into Ranma's canal, causing Ranma to suck the air 
through her teeth in a sharp gasp.
        "Never tried. I always hated this body, never wanted 
to be a girl... Nnnmm. Always thought I could find a cure... 
so why get used to it... Ahh." The finger slid out of her hole 
leaving her feeling a little vacant, though the hand on her 
breast moved across to the other, wrapping her in an embrace.
        "And now? How do you feel now?"
        "I never knew it could be like this. I feel like I'm 
on fire." She began pressing the hand back between her legs. 
"More." She said, "I need more. If you stop now, I'll go crazy." 
The fingers once again massaged her clit. "Ahh, yeah."
        "You liked this too, didn't you?" A finger slid back 
into her vagina, Ranma's hips bucked, trying to take more of 
it in.
        "Yeah. More. Give me more. So close..." A second finger 
joined the first, sliding in and out. Ranma's entire body tensed, 
ready for release.
        The that had been kneading her breast suddenly grabbed 
the water faucet, a jet of hot water encompassed her body. The 
hand in her groin slid around his growing cock and continued 
stroking it without missing a beat.
        "*Through pounding hearts and racing blood, as passion 
reaches it's summit, reveal the name of your hearts hidden desire.*"
        "AAHKAAHNNEEII!!!" Ranma shouted, as spasms rocked his 
body, stream after stream of hot jism shot out of his cock hitting 
the far wall. His mind shut down as he could nothing but the 
pleasure and pain of his intense orgasm. For a full minute he 
could do nothing but cum, until, slowly his spasms subsided, 
into mere twitching, he was sitting on the floor, his back to 
the furo.
        Urd took the shower head in hand and rinsed the rest 
of the soap off her hands and chest. She turned the hot water 
on Ranma, though it took him a minute to react.
        "Oh, God, what have we done?"
        Urd frowned, "Don't even think that way, Ranma." Urd 
knelt close to him, though he didn't look up. "Listen to me. 
You did nothing wrong." Ranma didn't look convinced and turned 
away. Urd gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. 
"Think about it, Ranma, whoever you were with, just now, it was 
not me. When you closed your eyes, who did you see? In your 
heart, who did you hold? Who's name did you speak, Ranma?"
        "Akane." he said softly.
        "Then that is who you were with. You had to admit to 
yourself, if no one else, who you truly love." She bent down 
and kissed him. "That was the gift I wanted to give you. Now 
you just have to admit it to Akane."
        "Now you sound like my father. Everybody is always 
trying to force us together. Do you know how much I hate that?"
        "Being herded into someplace you would willingly walk 
to does sound a bit ironic, but you shouldn't ignore your heart, 
Ranma." Urd's earring started to chime, softly. She put her hand 
over it and looked away, as if listening to a far-off voice. 
"Happosai's wards are down. He's moving. I gotta go." In a flash 
of light, the blue bikini was replaced with her normal black 
halter and cape.
        She turned back to Ranma. "Listen, don't start blaming 
yourself for what happened here. If you have to, think of it as 
a daydream, though, you might want to rinse the wall off, first." 
With that she levitated up and out of the window and was gone.
        With a grimace, Ranma turned the shower head on the 
spunk that was still oozing down the wall.  With the last traces 
down the floor drain, he finally settled into the tub. He needed 
to think about what just happened, trying hard to keep a silly 
grin from forming on his face.  He had a hard time remembering 
when he had last felt this relaxed.  He never masturbated before, 
well, not regularly, anyway.  But this really blew him away.  With 
a smile he replayed the scene in his mind, again.  The way Urd had 
pressed her breasts into her back was an initial turn-on and 
imitating Akane's voice was... a nice touch.  But what he couldn't 
get over was the way his female body reacted to the touch.  Even 
in a male body, he could still feel the hands on her breasts, 
like burning embers.  He remembered the female fingers that 
probed between her legs, igniting the very center of her being.  
These were things only a woman could know about another woman.  
Nothing had ever been this intense, before, not as a man.
        Ranma sat bolt upright in the tub. "Dammit!  Does this 
mean now I am a lesbian, too?  Aw, hell..."  He settled back 
down and slapping a warm washcloth over his eyes, trying to get 
back into the relaxed mood again.  
        The bathroom door slammed open, jolting Ranma to an 
upright position, again.
        "Oww, that hurt!" Akane's voice came from the changing 
room. Ranma saw a pair of bare legs up to the knees sprawled 
on the floor. He quickly laid his head back on the edge of the 
furo, putting the washcloth back over his face.  "Forget it, 
Akane.  I'm in here right now." he said. *I don't wanna deal 
with this right now.* he thought. *She's gonna hit me, again.  
I'm naked, and she's going to find some reason to send me 
through the roof to the other side of town... Did I wash the 
wall off, properly?* "You pervert!  You were waiting here for 
me, weren't you!?!" He heard her footsteps advancing.
        "I was here first, you walked in on me." he said, not 
looking up.
        "...Like I said." she interrupted.
        "Besides, I have a towel over my face, so I can't see 
you, anyway.  Not that I would want to." *Oops. Shit.* "Anyway," 
he continued quickly, "whad'ja bang the door so hard for?  I 
nearly jumped outta my skin."
        The footsteps stopped.  "The stupid door wouldn't open.  
I've been trying to open it for the past 15 minutes."
        Ranma swallowed, hard.  "Didn't you, um... hear me... 
in here?"
        "No.  Did you fall asleep or something?"
        "...it was only a dream." he said quietly. "Didn't the 
fact that the door was locked tell you that someone might be 
in here?"
        "That door doesn't have a lock."
        "Oh." *Maybe not a dream.*
        "Look, I'm still pissed at you, I am still sweaty and 
sore all over from our match, and I just want to take a bath, 
so would you please...?"
        "All right, all right." Ranma stood up, with his eyes 
closed, and stepped out of the tub... and made a dive for the 
door.
        "PERVERT!" The hammer missed him by inches, embedding 
itself in the tile. 
        "Me?!?  You asked me to!"  Ranma didn't have time to 
grab a towel as repeated swings herded him out the door.
        "DIE, RANMA!"  Akane came after him with a vengeance, 
forgetting her own nakedness in her anger.  Ranma ran for his 
life.

        To Nabiki, just rounding the corner, the sight of a naked 
Ranma coming at her at top speed was new enough to shock her into 
wide-eyed paralysis.  When he vaulted over her, his manhood 
missing her forehead by only half an inch, she was even moderately 
impressed.  Luckily for her, the sight of an equally naked Akane 
with a glowing mallet in her hand and death in her eyes was 
enough to break her paralysis in time to flatten herself to the 
wall before she was bowled over.  As she Stood there, trying to 
catch her breath, blood began running from her nose.  Grabbing 
her face, she turned to the bathroom, "Dabbid, dis id odly 
subpoze to happed wid guyz!"

        In the kitchen, Kasumi was preparing tea and snacks 
for her beloved game players. Mr. Saotome could be very polite 
when given a tray of snacks he wasn't expecting.  It always 
warmed her heart to hear him say, "Thank you, Kasumi, dear." 
with a silly grin on his face.  As she made her way to the 
kitchen door, a pair of streakers zoomed past.  The tray 
clattered to the floor as Kasumi starred after the streakers. 
"Akane, you could catch a cold, running around like that." she 
called after a moment.

        "Your daughter is chasing my son around the house." said 
the go player, placing a black stone.
        "Nothing new about that." said the white player, laying 
his own stone.
        "They are both in their birthday suits." A second black 
stone was played.
        "Should I be happy?" the white stone poised, extended, 
as he looked up with interest.
        With a WHAM!! and a "WAAAAAUGH!!" Ranma was on the other 
side of town.
        "No."
        Sighing, the player lowered the white stone to it's spot.

        "That ungrateful, domineering, bitch!  I can't believe 
she would do this to me."  Happosai unceremoniously upended his 
red urn, dumping his treasures on the floor.  With a sigh, he 
fell into them, laying there a moment before grabbing a silky 
pink pair trimmed with lace, and placing it over his face like 
a cold compress.  With a puff, be blew the crotch out of the 
way so he could breath.  How had it come to this?
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        "Am I off the hook?" he had asked.
        She looked at him with disdain.  "That was only one 
good deed, 'Happi.'  A deed dubious in nature and arguably 
self serving."  He looked as if he were ready to cry.  "Keep 
trying.  We will make a good man out of you if it takes the 
rest of your life... or if it kills you, whichever comes first."  
The smile on her beautiful face gave no clue to which method she 
preferred.
        She turned to leave.  "Wait!"  he said with desperation.  
"I can't do this alone.  It was hard enough trying to finish this 
one."  She looked at him.  "Nopunintended." he added.  "It was 
only luck that I found that boy.  It could be years before I find 
another one.  Please.  Give me some help.  Give me a clue.  Give 
me a break.  Please."  He had done his best to look as pathetic 
as he possibly could, a secret of the Anything Goes Style of 
Martial Arts.  If your opponent thinks you may be pathetic, he 
underestimates you, giving you an advantage.  Something he didn't 
have to pass on to his nearest disciples, they were already pathetic.
        It worked,  Urd turned an approached him.  His control 
had to be absolute as she leaned over to look closely at him, 
sweet cleavage heaven beckoning in a visual siren song.  "OK, 
a clue.  Think.  Who have you wronged in your life that a good 
deed might make amends for?"
        He thought about it.  "Well, no one.  Whatever I have 
done to anyone probably deserved it at the time."
        She looked down in disbelief, "No one that complains 
of your very existence?"
        "Well, there's my worthless students, but their opinion 
hardly matters..."
        She slammed her hand down on the pipe causing it to 
ring like a gong.  "That is exactly the attitude that will 
get you cast into a womanless hell." He shuddered, reminded 
of the dream he had had.  "But now that you have someone to 
help...," she turned away.
        "Wait..."
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        "To produce heirs for the school is a good and noble
 cause."  Happosai produced a purple vial from his robes, the 
neck having been fused shut.  You had to break it off in order 
to use it, ensuring only one use.  "Getting those two together 
is all my disciples ever dream about."          
        "I really envy you Ranma," he smiled as he looked at it.  
"You get to be the first to put the meat to dear, sweet Akane."  
His smile got even larger.  "Of course I get to watch."
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CONTINUED
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      Thanks to T. H. Tiger for pre-reading and suggestion.
	The last comments still hold.  If you have a character you
want to see get "help" from the Son of All Evil in Japan, drop me
a line.
	C&C welcome.

-David L. Battley
dbattley@rural-net.com