DIVINE INTERVENTION
PART 3:  ...IN THE MEANTIME, PART II
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 "What is it with these humans, anyway?  I really don't understand
why they are so interesting.  Look, there goes the boy climbing into
the bedroom window.  Nothing special about him.  Ok, so he's naked,
which is... interesting, and he can change into a girl, which is
entertaining, and he has fiancee trouble... All right, one.  One out of
the several million in the Tokyo area.
 "Still, Urd separated herself from her sisters to adopt this boy
as a pet.  Still trying to play goddess like she's not half demon.
Well, lets see what she does when things just don't go her way.  We
shall strike at her through this new interest of hers.  All right?"
Not receiving an answer, the lady hiding in the rafters of the dojo,
looks around for her companion.  "Senbei?"  Finally she spots the
diminutive jiggalo. "Senbei!  Will you stop that infernal dancing
already?  Haven't you been listening to a word I've been saying?"
 "Mistress Marlar's rantings are heard very well by Senbei." the
man, who wasn't more than a foot tall said and not missing a beat of
the hip thrusts.  "It is only that Senbei likes this place.  Luck and
happiness flows like a bubbling cauldron.  You never know what will
rise to the surface next."
 "Really?" said Marlar, Demon First Class.  "Why is that?"
 "Senbei does not know, only that Senbei received much happiness
when naked boy was sent across town."
 "Well, get over here.  I have a job for you.  Your target is
that boy again.  He is only a bit ticked off right now.  But what if
something were to happen to really put him and his fiancee in splits-
ville?  Something that even their fathers couldn't ignore?"
 "That is an easy task, mistress.  Luck and happiness flows in
great quantities in this place.  Senbei shall make a great masterpiece
attack, just for the occasion."
 "Wait a minute, something is happening.  The elder sister has set
the table and that fast moving old man just poured something into two of

the rice bowls.  Looks like a potion of some sort.  Who is that old man?

His aura is off the charts.  The owner of the house just walked in, and
the old man took his spot, trying to look innocent."
 "He doesn't do a very good job, does he, mistress?"
 "Get ready, Senbei.  Here comes our loving couple now."
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 "...You stood up because you're a pervert."
 "I stood up because you told me to."
 "When did you start listening to me?  You never take me seriously,
anyway."
 "I beat you so easily, I decided to take pity on you and let you
have the bath.  Then you thank me by sending me naked across town.  Do
you know what I had to go through to get home?"
 "Oh, so now I'm only worthy of you're pity"
 "Only because you're pathetic."
 "You care to repeat that, Ranma?!"
 "That is enough, you two." said Soun, stepping between them.
"Let's just try to have a peaceful dinner for a change, shall we?"
 Ranma and Akane took their respective places, Happosai grinning
broadly, "That's right children, eat heartily."  Ranma looked at him,
trying to figure out what the old goat was up to, but couldn't quite
put his finger on it at the moment, so he let it go for now.
 Nabiki came in and sat in her spot.  "Hey, Ranma. I've been
getting reports of a deranged streaker racing through town just now.
Is there anything you want to tell us, or have you just decided to
become a naturalist?"
 "It wasn't my fault!" Ranma countered.  "Why don't you ask your
sister who's idea it was to play 'coed naked mallet tag'?"
 "It was your own fault.  If you just weren't such a pervert..."
Akane started.
 "For the last time, I AM NOT A PERVERT!"
 "Oh, I think you're absolutely right, little sister." said Nabiki,
dryly.  "We knew he was well endowed as a girl, now that we know Ranma
gets it from his guy form, he really must be a pervert."
 Kasumi, who had been reaching for the soy sauce, was suddenly
chasing it across the table with a clatter.  "Sorry." she said setting
it upright, forgetting that she had been meaning to use it.  With a
blush deeper than should accompany a normal apology, she continued
eating.
 Ranma looked at Nabiki, trying to decide if he should deny the
accusation or accept the compliment.  He decided to keep his mouth shut.

 Nabiki looked at Kasumi, but decided to say nothing about how
her sister's "absolutely nothing is wrong" face contrasted sharply with
the twin points that stood out against her blouse.
 Akane ignored it all as she ate, silently wishing today would just
end.
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 A jiggalo stepped up to the mound and readied the pitch, "Senbei
masterpiece, ATTACK!"  The throw unerringly struck Ranma.  "Bean Ball!"
Senbei pronounced triumphantly.
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 "P-chan!"
 Ranma nearly spit in his drink.  *How did he do it?* Ranma thought,
giving the pig dirty looks.  *I only punted him away yesterday.  He
should have been gone for weeks.*
 Akane set her pet on her lap and began hand feeding him rice from
her bowl.
 Happosai started to sweat.  "Um, Akane, dear.  Are you sure you
should feed your pet at the table?  I mean he just came in from outside,

you don't know where he's been."
 "Don't worry about it.  I always feed P-chan at the table.  He's
family after all."  She kissed on the snout and cuddled him against her
breasts with a reassuring squeeze, unaware of the worried side glances
the old master was giving her.
 P-chan looks up at Ranma, giving him an oh-so-innocent 'don't you
wish you were me' look, and opens his mouth waiting for Akane to deposit

another glob of rice in it.  Ranma growls at him.  Turning back to his
food, he finds two of his fish and half of this vegetables gone.  "POP!"

 "What?" Genma asked as best could around the fish tail that was
still hanging out of his mouth while he chewed.
 "Give them back!" Ranma shouted, lunging at his father.
 Genma stepped out of the way.  "A true martial artist has to be
on the alert at all times, Boy.  It's your own fault for letting your
guard down."  Ranma starts chasing his father around the table, with
Genma getting the better of the food eating contest.
 Between P-chan and herself, Akane's bowl of rice seems quickly
empty.  "Kasumi?  Can I have more rice?" she asked, holding her bowl out

to her sister.
 "I'm sorry, there doesn't appear to be enough.  That's odd, I
could have sworn I made more..."
 Sadly, Akane set her empty bowl down.  She looked at P-chan,
looked at her bowl, then looked at Ranma and his father having a tug-o-
war with chopsticks over his last fish.  Quick as she could, she snagged

and dumped more than half of Ranma's still full bowl of rice into her
own.
 That drew Ranma's attention back to the table.  "Akane, not you
too."
 "Yeah, well, you snooze, you loose." she said as she shoveled a
good portion into her mouth.
 Happosai began choking on his meal.  After coughing and beating
his chest a few seconds, he announced, "I have to go.  I have to, uh,
ah... go."  And so he did.
  Ranma looked back from the table to hear his fathers retreating
voice, "Boy, I am stuffed.  Thank you, Kasumi, it was delicious."
Looking down, he saw only the very tip of the tail still gripped in his
chopsticks.  With a defeated sigh, he sat down to enjoy the rest of his
rice and the few pickles that remained.
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 "I don't get it.  That wasn't so bad.  So the boy misses a meal,
big deal.  I think your loosing your touch."
 "Wait for it, Mistress.  Senbei's true attack is on a time release.
Patience is required just little longer."
 Marlar looked at her companion, but said nothing.  She turned back
to watch the household.
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 "Did you see that, P-chan?  Did you see the look on his face?"
Akane was practically dancing around her bedroom as P-chan sat with his
back to her while she changed into her pj's.  "I swear he looked like a
kicked puppy.  At last I got some measure of revenge on him for beating
me as bad as he did."
 P-chan was practically bouncing on the bed in agreement when he
suddenly stopped and looked at her.  *Ranma fought Akane?!  How dare he
raise a hand to her!  I'll...*
 Akane groaned as she lowered herself onto the bed, "I mean, he
finally fights me for real, and he still didn't take it seriously.  Oh,
I'm so sore.  It was so humiliating, P-chan, I can't believe he beat me
so easily."  P-chan started growling, imagining Ranma's fist flying at
someone as good as his beloved Akane.
 She crossed her arms over her stomach, pulling her nightshirt
tight against her breasts.  A warm feeling washed over her as she lay
there.  P-chan was shocked out of his growing anger at the sight of
Akane's nipples standing out against the fabric.  Akane had a far away
look in her eyes, "I mean, his hands were all over me."  Her hand
absently moved up to cup her breast, her voice dropped to a whisper, "He

could have done anything."  She squeezed her breast, trapping her nipple

under the thumb.
 Her eyes snapped back into focus, "But he never did."  P-chan was
trying his best to look like he wasn't staring as Akane tried to bounce
out of bed, but her aching muscles slowed her movements.  "I mean, look
at this." she whipped her shirt over her head.  P-chan spun and ran as
quick as he could, smacking his snout into the nearest wall, and
bouncing
off.  Akane ignored it and continued, "There isn't a bruise or a scratch

on me."  She turned to the side raising one arm over her head, to
display
her ribs. P-chan hid his nose, wide eyes staring out from under the
blanket at the profile Akane presented.  "No marks at
all." she said turning to the other side and posing again.  P-chan
traced the outline of her curves with his eyes, from the roundness of
her breasts to her flat stomach, was Venus ever so beautiful?  Akane
picked up her top again and hesitated, then threw it to the side.
Shirtless, she plopped herself on the bed, again.  P-chan's eyes bobbled

following the bouncing breasts.
 "He had total control over the entire fight.  All focus and power
under his complete command."  Akane stared at the ceiling, but didn't
see it.  She held the image in her mind of Ranma looming above her, in
the dojo once again, his face a mask of intense concentration.  His
clothing melted away leaving muscular torso bare and glistening with
sweat as his hands moved from her ribs to her stomach then up, making
their way across her breasts, pulling slightly on her hardened
nipples.  Something else touched her between her legs, she knew it was
his manhood teasing the gates of her virgin entrance.  She savored the
way his eyes seemed to devour every inch of her naked flesh.
 Ranma's eyes were not the only ones on her.  "They" were watching,
of course.  They were always watching her and Ranma any time they became

remotely intimate.  Now they had ring side seats to the greatest moment
of her life.  *Hmph.  Fine!  Let them watch!* she thought,  *Let them
get an eye-full.  Here's your Kodak moment, Nabiki.  How much can you
sell this one for?  You don't have to be ashamed of him anymore, Mr.
Saotome, the man you raised is about to turn me into a woman.  Watch us,

Daddy.  Watch as Ranma fucks your baby girl.  Is that what you wanted to

see?  Kasumi...*
 Akane opened her eyes with a start.  The hands that touched her
were her own were her own, one pinching her nipple, the other shoved
savagely into her panties.  The only eyes on her was P-chan's.  A wide
eyed, slightly blue, very stiff P-chan.
 She brought her foot up and slammed it down on the bed, causing
the little pig to bounce around.  "Breath, P-chan!"  The pig shook
himself then looked at Akane with saucer like eyes as she stripped the
last of her clothes.  She lay back her eyes closed, slowly fingering
herself.
 P-chan could only stand there, transfixed.  She had never done
this before, not pure, innocent Akane.  He watched as Akane's fingers
moved faster, sometimes disappearing with wet, squishing sounds.  Her
breathing came in short gasps as she arched her back, trying to fit more

fingers into herself, as she moaned with pleasure.  Alternating two
fingers, then three, her hips thrusting against her hand.  "More.
Please, this time.  Yes.  I'm so close, so close, I can do it."
 *Do what?* P-chan wondered.
 Akane slowed to a stop after a few minutes, her fingers still
resting on her dripping mound.  She slammed her fist down on the bed
that
made P-chan jump in alarm.  Once again, her eyes snapped open and she
looked straight at the small pig with a predators glare, and he knew it
was wise to be very afraid.  Before he could turn and run, she snatched
him up and quickly sat on him.  He could feel Akane's wet pussy rub
against his back.  She worked her hips back and forth along his spine as

the lips seem to spread open, trying to take him in.  Wetness covered
him, leaking down his sides.
 "Oh, P-chan.  You're so warm."
 He was in heaven.  He was in hell.  That he should be touching
Akane's most intimate parts.  That he should be a pig while doing it.
There had to be something wrong.  If he were a man, he could help her.
If he were more of a man.  As it was, he was just a pig with a hard on
that was trapped painfully between him and the bed by Akane's weight.
 She continued rock her sex against her pet's back, pinning him to
the bed, yet just as she seemed to be on the verge of a climax, she fell

back on her bed with a frustrated cry.  "Damn you, Ranma.  How could you

do this to me?"  P-chan's thoughts echoed that statement exactly.
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 Happosai looked dark sky, it matched his mood.  Things had gone
wrong.  There was no way to fight it.  Only one thing would make this
night a true tragedy.
 "Hi, Happi.  What are you doing out here in the rain?"  And there
it was.  "Aren't you going to witness the results of your grand plan?"
Urd asked.
 "Nope.  Those kids can take care of themselves, no need for an old
man like me to interfere."
 "Oh?" Urd said skeptically.  "In that case, can I have the potion
back?"
 Happosai flinched.  "Er, no.  I'll just try to use it again,
later."
 Urd floated around to face him.  In a very calm voice she asked,
"Happi-chan?  Where is the Heart's Ecstasy love potion?"
 Happi started to sweat.  She had gotten close enough so there was
no escape from whatever she decided to do.  "I used it."
 "Tell me what went wrong." her sultry voice sounded calm as though
addressing a small child.
 Happosai's calm, however, broke.  "IgaveittoAkaneandRanmabutAkane-
fedsometoherpetpigandshetookmostofRanma'sshareandthecarnageisgoingtobe-
terrible, and I don't want to be there..." he broke off sobbing.
 "Akane overdosed?  Damn."  Urd flew off toward the Tendo house.
 Happosai stopped sobbing as he looked after Urd and let his breath
out.  "Whew!  I'm still alive.  Thank God she's gone."
 A bolt of lightning struck the tree he sat in.
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 Ranma tossed and turned in bed.  The lightning outside had nothing
to do with keeping him awake.  He was hungry.  He tried to ignore it,
but it wasn't just his stomach growling at him.  This went beyond
hunger.
This was a soul-eating emptiness that he couldn't quite understand.
*Damn Pop, anyway.* he thought, *Looks like I'll have to steal some
food of my own.*
 He stepped out of his room to see a small pig go down the steps
and enter the bath.  His hunger forgotten, he waited at the bottom of
the steps for Ryoga to return.
 "Mind if I ask you what the hell you think you're doin'?"
 Ryoga just about jumped out of his skin, nearly spilling the glass
of water he was carrying.
 "Th-this doesn't concern you, Ranma.  Go back to bed." he said,
trying to shoulder his way past Ranma.
 "If you're going to Akane's room as a guy, then I'm making it my
business."
 "You think you can help her?  You're the one responsible for this.
You think..."
 *'Help her'?!*  Ranma quickly slapped the glass of water, causing
Ryoga to juggle the glass in order not to spill it.  Ranma took the
opportunity to bound back up the steps and barged into Akane's room.
 A blinding flash of lighting showed Akane on the bed moaning in
pain, struggling with some unseen foe.  Ranma hit the light switch and
stood stunned.  Akane was lying on the bed naked, trying to stuff her
entire hand into the tiny orifice between her legs.  So intent on what
she was doing, she didn't even noticed the light turn on.
 "Akane."  Ranma ran over and grabbed her wrists, holding them away
from her even as she struggled to bring them back to her sex.  "Akane!
Stop it!  You're going to hurt yourself.  Now STOP!"
 Akane finally noticed who was holding her.  "R-Ranma?  No!  Don't
look at me.  I don't want you to see me like this."
 "Akane."
 "Now do you see?" Ryoga's voice came from behind him, "She blames
you for this.  Now get you're filthy hands off her."  He grabbed Ranma's

shoulder.  Ranma slapped his hand away.  They both raised their fists
to start brawling when time froze as Ranma realized his mistake of
letting Akane's arms free.
 Ryoga was still naked from the bath, Akane immediately attached
her mouth around Ryoga's engorged prick and began suckling like a
starving infant.  Her other hand clenched Ranma's balls through his
boxer shorts.
 Both men looked at each other, eyes wide with terror and pain,
foreheads turning slightly blue, their fight forgotten.
 Ryoga mind had shut down.  It felt good, real good.  It was
suppose to, right?  But, human teeth were not suppose to be that sharp,
were they?
 Ranma's survival instincts had kicked in.  When something has a
deathgrip on your family jewels, you... just... don't... move...
 Akane herself was in a precarious position, leaning halfway off
the bed with only Ryoga's butt in one hand and Ranma's scrotum in the
other to hold her balance.  She tried to pull them back to the bed while

not releasing her holds.
 The boys yelped in pain as Akane seemed to clamp down with her
hands and mouth and yank them toward the bed.  They both leapt away,
holding their respective privates praying to God the pain would go away.

 "This is worse than I thought."
 Both Ranma and Ryoga looked down to see a miniature version Urd
standing there.
 "Urd?  What the hell's going on?"  Ranma asked.
 "Akane's under the influence of a potion.  Worse, she's
overdosed."
 "Where did the potion come from?" Ryoga asked.
 "Ah... that's not important right now.  What's important is
helping Akane.  Listen, the only thing that can help her right now is to

bring her to ecstasy.  The problem is, which one of you is going to do
it?"
 Ranma and Ryoga looked at each other for a moment, their eyes
locked in challenge, defying each other to make the first move.
 "What do you mean, 'bring her to ecstasy'?" Ryoga asked Mini-Urd.
Ranma and Mini-Urd both facefaulted.
 "She means we gotta make her have to an orgasm, idiot." Ranma
stated as he stood up.  He stepped over to the bed, reached between
Akane's legs, grabbing her wrists.
 "Ranma." she said, finally taking note of her surrounding.
 "It's ok, Akane, I'll help you."
 "The hell you will!"  Ryoga grabbed Ranma's shoulder and tried to
shove him out of the way.
 "The hell you doin'?!" Ranma shouted over the thunder that crashed
outside.
 "If anyone is going to help her it's going to be me."
 "What?  You want to start fighting now??"
 "Guys!" Akane said sitting up suddenly.  Both boys jumped back in
alarm, holding their hands protectively over their respective groins.
They looked at her fearfully, wondering what she might do.
 "Please." was all she said and both guys melted.
 The turned to face each other again.  They both raised an arm,
fists clenched at shoulder level.  The both swung three times.
 "Jun... Ken... POW!" they shouted together as the lightening
crashed outside the window.
 "Dammit!" Ranma turned away in disgust.
 "He heh."  Ryoga raised his scissors in a victory sign.  He walked
over to Akane, cupping her face gently in his hand she looked up into
his eyes.  "I wish it could be different." he said, positioning himself
between her legs.  He slid the tip of his prick along her wet slit until

he found the proper hole.  "It should have been just the two of us."
At least, he hoped it was the proper hole.  Looking at her now, she had
never looked so... sexy.  "I've always wanted to tell you... 'I love
you.'" He thrust, slamming all the way to the hilt in one stroke.
 "AAAHHHH!!!" Akane screamed and flailed as lightning crashed
outside.  She felt as though she were being split apart.
 Ranma caught one wildly swinging hand and felt her crushing grip.
"Be careful, you stupid jerk, you're hurting her!"
 "Akane?"  Ryoga stopped, his eyes full of concern.
 "It's ok." Akane gasped.  "I'm ok.  Please, keep going."  Ryoga
nodded, pulled out and pushed himself back in causing her to moan and
grip Ranma's hand tighter.
 Ryoga knew this was his heaven.  His cock slipped easily in and
out of the woman he loved, wonderfully warm and wet, softer than velvet.

If he set a proper pace, this bit of ecstasy could last forever, and
Akane would be his.
 Ranma could see Ryoga push his cock into Akane, who whimpered with
a mix of pain and pleasure under his weight and couldn't help but feel
jealous.  Yes, pride be damned, it was jealousy.  Akane should be with
him right now, not Ryoga.  But, still, she hadn't let go of his hand.
What did that mean?
 Akane pulled Ranma a little closer to the bed.  She leaned over
and began kissing Ranma's semi-hard manhood through his boxer shorts.
As she began licking the length of it through the fabric, it was Ryoga's

turn to be jealous.  Ranma was horning in on his action.  Again.  He
never could wait, blast him.  She wasn't even paying attention to him
anymore, just little grunts as he moved within her.  Ranma quickly
yanked his boxers down and Akane swallowed his penis as far into her
throat as it would go.
 "Wow, Akane, that's great." Ranma said, thrusting into Akane's
mouth.  She looked up at him in appreciation and redoubled her efforts.
 "R-r-Ranma-a-a..." Ryoga growled.  He lost his focus and could
feel the pressure in his balls begin to rise.  *No.  I would be the
first to please Akane.* he thought.  *I will win.  Just gotta
concentrate.*
 Ranma heard him, however.  He never could resist needling ol'
Pig-boy.  "C'mon, move your ass a little, Ryoga.  You screw like a
machine."
 "Shut up."  Ryoga was sweating from his efforts and concentration.
 "At least change the rhythm, I could march an army to the pace
you're setting."
 "Shut up, I can't... can't... Ahh..."
 Ranma put his hand on the lost boy's shoulder, "Not inside her,
man.  Pull out."
 With great effort, Ryoga did pull out.  With a grunt, his first
shot hit Akane square in the cheek, the rest sprayed across her breasts
and stomach.
 "Oh, Ryoga." Akane breathed, releasing Ranma's cock.
 "Akane..." Ryoga said with a tired smile.
 "Is that all?"
 "Whaa..?"
 Ranma pulled some tissues and cleaned Akane up.
 "That's not fair, Ranma.  You distracted me.  I did all the work.
Now you're going to finish it?!"
 "You've had your shot, pig-boy.  Live with it."  Ranma bent over
Akane.  "You sure about this?"
 "I'm still burning up.  Please, Ranma.  Don't tease me."
 Ranma blinked.  "I haven't done anything, yet."
 "That's what I'm talking about." she said, grabbing his pigtail
and pulling him into a savage kiss.  She wrapped her legs around his
waist grinding her crotch into his.
 "Well, if you're sure..." he said.  This was what he wanted, to
please the woman he loved.  He never thought he would look forward to
this.  He repositioned himself so he was touching her wet entrance.
 "Now, Ranma." Akane pleaded.
 Ranma arched his back as a trickle of cold water went down his
spine, triggering his transformation.  His hips thrust foreward as his
dick shrank into nonexistence, denying her what she wanted most.
 "Ryoga!" Ranma-chan hissed.
 "Now let's see you try and please as only a real man can, Ranma."
Ryoga said as he put the half-empty glass on the desk again.
 Ranma-chan started to fume.  Slowly, she smiled, "You just made a
big mistake, bacon breath."
 "Ranma, you wouldn't dare."  He watched female Ranma kiss Akane
again, their breasts pressed together, their tongues dancing in plane
view.  "Ranma, that's disgusting."
 "You've had your turn, so just sit back and enjoy the show."
Ranma reached up and stroked Akane's breast just as hers had been
earlier
today.  Akane responded by grabbing Ranma's wrist and grinding the
girl's palm into her breast.  Ranma pulled back, not wanting to hurt
her.
 Gently, Ranma pushed Akane back onto the bed.  Akane snatched
Ranma's pigtail again and jerked her closer, but this time, Ranma
resisted.  She redirected herself to Akane's breast where she licked and

sucked the rock hard nipple.  Akane strained to reach around Ranma to
pull her closer, but the red-head had taken control of her arms again.
She arched her back, trying to move her breasts closer to Ranma's mouth.

 Ranma abandoned the nipple he was working on, Akane whimpered in
frustration.  She traveled down Akane's stomach, kissing and nipping at
the soft flesh.  Ranma stopped at the triangle of hair, Akane opened her

legs expectantly.
 Ranma hesitated.  *Ryoga's... Ryoga had just been... here.* the
thought made her gag a little.  However, the heady musk he breathed was
already wearing away at his reason.
 "Ranma?" Akane asked.
 Ranma gave a tentative lick.  Akane shuddered and squirmed under
her.  Ranma gave another lick and Akane shifted and moaned.
 "Ranma-a-a..."  Akane moaned in a frustrated growl.
 Ranma smiled.  He quickly located that "magic button" that had
felt so good on her and stabbed her tongue at it causing Akane's hips to

buck off the bed.  *This is fun.* she thought, *Doesn't taste too bad
either.*
 Ranma moved to begin eating in earnest, but found Akane's bed a
little too small.  She decided to reverse her position, putting one knee

up near Akane's chest, she dipped her head between Akane's legs and
began to lick.  Akane clamped her thighs on Ranma's head so the red
head couldn't move.
 As Ranma continued to flick the inner folds of Akane with her
tongue, she reached back to caress Akane's breast.
 "Oh, Ranma." Akane moaned in appreciation.
 Ranma jerked a bit as a hand touched her backside.  Her head still
locked by Akane's thighs, she realized the hands were too small to be
Ryoga, but still a bit rough.  She shivered as fingers ran up the
inside of her thigh, tracing the trail of liquid that was already
flowing from her own vagina.  Ranma let out a muffled yelp when those
fingers brushed across her clitoris.
 Ranma reached around Akane's thigh to touch Akane's pussy.
Slowly, she inserted two fingers, Akane finally released her head,
spreading her legs wider for better access.  Ranma continued plunging
her fingers in and out, marveling at the slippery wetness as her tongue
teased Akane's exposed clitoris.
 Akane's fingers tried to work their way into Ranma's backside, but
even with her butt in the air, her legs were still closed.  Akane
pinched her, trying to pull her pussy lips apart.  "Ouch!  Akane, be
careful."  Ranma swung her leg over Akane, straddling her.  "Here, try
this."  Ranma felt Akane's touch, more gentle this time, and moved her
had back between Akane's legs.
 Or tried to.  As soon as she bent down, Akane grabbed Ranma by her
hips and dragged the shorter girl up away from her intended meal.
"Hey!" Ranma protested.  "Ohhh, Akane."  The dark haired girl was making

a quick meal of Ranma's pussy, licking with loud slurping sounds.  "Ohh,

yeahh."
 "Akane?!?" Ryoga said, astonished at the enthusiasm she was
showing.
 Ranma snapped out of the pleasure she was receiving and bent over
to resume her own lunch only to find her mouth only came to the top of
Akane's pelvis.  Determined she wouldn't give Ryoga another chance, she
grabbed Akane's legs and tucked them under her arms, raising Akane's
hips into the air.  She immediately inserted fingers and tongue, trying
to concentrate, no matter how many times Akane's tongue flicked her
clitoris.
 Ranma could feel the warmth building inside her and she knew her
own climax was near.  *Not before Akane.* she thought desperately.  *It
feels too good.  I've got to hold on, but what can I do?*  She opened
her eyes and looked down her nose to Akane's puckered anus... and
thought about it.  *Uh-uh.  No way.  No way in hell.  Can I get any more

disgusting?*
 Akane took Ranma's hesitation as a sign of wavering interest and
decided something needed to be done.  She clamped her lips around
Ranma's clitoris and sucked hard.  Lightening crashed again as an a
shock of high-voltage pleasure hit Ranma.  She cried out and was nearly
over the edge.  She sat up, pulling her hips away from Akane's mouth,
her leg muscles twitching with sudden weakness.
 Sweat poured down Ranma's face as she tried to shake her near loss
of control.  There was no choice, really.  She had to take the chance
or risk loosing, she was too close to cumming, herself.  Returning to
the task at hand, she dipped her fingers into Akane one more time, then
rubbed the outer portion of the anus, spreading the lubrication.  She
felt Akane stiffen, but didn't verbally protest.
 "You have to relax, Akane."  Slowly, she pushed her middle finger
into Akane's rectum.  Akane forgot to keep licking Ranma's red bush as
a low moan escaped her lips.  "Akane, are you ok?"
 "More, Ranma.  More."
 Ranma pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and started
sucking on the sweet flower again.  Reaching around, he inserted two
fingers again and began pumping, licking and wiggling his middle finger.

 "Yes!" Akane shouted.  "Oh, Kami-sama, YES!!  Finally!"  Her hips
started bucking off the bed as her very first orgasm ever wracked her
body.  Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as
she rode wave after wave of pure pleasure.  The thunder rolled outside
as Akane continued to twitch as her orgasm slowly subsided.
 "Ranma..." she whispered as she slipped from consciousness,
"...chan."
 Ranma picked his head up.  She'd done it.  She'd made Akane cum,
but there was still something missing.  "Um, hey.  What about me?" she
asked wiggling her ass at the sleeping girl.
 A pair of hands grabbed her hips as a new weight settled on the
bed.  "Don't think this is over yet, Ranma."  Ranma felt the tip of
something long and warm slide up and down along the lips of her pussy.
It made her shiver, it made her feel... it felt so... so... She... she
wanted...
 "Paybacks are a bitch, Ranma," Ryoga said, "and so are you."
 "NO!"
 Ranma snapped her body up and straightened her legs to clamp her
thighs to either side of Ryoga's head.  With a great heave, she lifted
the lost boy off the bed, flipping him over, depositing him on the floor

in a piledriver that shook the house.
 She jumped to her feet, ready for a fight, but Ryoga was out cold.
She crossed her arms, trying to rub off the goosebumps as she looked at
the naked boy on the floor.  Soon, she started to shake herself, then
started jumping up and down to get rid of this new feeling insider her.
"Good GOD, that was gross."
 She looked down at Akane as she lay still sleeping with the
slightest smile on her face.  It was a smile she'd never seen before.
The thunder startled her as she realized she was staring.  She pulled
the sheets up tucking them around the sleeping girls shoulders.
 Ranma grabbed the rest of the water off the desk and threw it on
the lost boy, changing him back to a pig and tossed him back on the bed.

She picked up her boxers and tanktop and left quickly.
 This would difficult enough to explain without actually being
caught still here.  Making sure everything was in order, she went to
take a bath.  A cold one.  Even with everything that had gone on, she
still had an itch that hadn't been scratched, yet.
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 Wet, but still smoldering, Happosai stepped into the house.
Despite his weakened state, he knew something was wrong.  It was quite
obvious really.  The house was still standing.  No carnage, no blood,
not even a hole in the wall.  Where was everybody?
 He made his way upstairs, but jumped into the shadows as a door
opened.  Akane's door.  An amazing thing happened,  Ranma stepped out.
A female Ranma.  A shirtless female Ranma who was stopping in the middle

of the hall to put on her boxer shorts.  Ranma continued down to the
bath.
 Happosai hopped out of the shadows and opened Akane's door a
crack.  Even from here, he could smell it.  The musky ambrosia of sex.
They had done it.  Akane was sleeping in blissful ecstasy and Ranma
was... female.  Why not a male Ranma?
 Akane rolled over,  the sheets sliding off to expose one breast.
 Happosai turned away and closed the door.
 Ranma was female and Akane is sexually satisfied.  Which meant...
Ranma was a lesbian?  Aren't all men?  Which meant...
 Ranma finally accepted his female side.
 Happy day, happy day!  If he accepted himself as a girl, that
means he is as much a boy as she is a girl.  At last.  Oh, happy day,
at last!  A worthy heir to finally inherit his most secret and guarded
techniques.
 MARTIAL ARTS ANYTHING-GOES ULTIMATE FIGHTING STYLE:  ECCHII-FU!!
 The hallway flared with Happosai's aura raged in joy and
anticipation as the rest of the house slept.  Ignorance is bliss, after
all.
-------------------
 The small man crossed his arms, pleased with himself.  "Did Senbei
do well, mistress?"
 "Happosai..."
 Senbei looked around for his companion.  "Mistress?" he ventured,
but she was completely engrossed in her computer terminal.
 "No current records?  Archive search... HA-PO-SA-I.  'Legend of
Happosai'?!  What 'legend'?  He's right over there!  Stupid computer."
As she read the entry, her eyes grew wide, then continued to enlarge,
until Senbei was afraid they would fall out of their sockets.
 "You just apprenticed an aquatic hermaphrodite to... to... to..."
she couldn't even say it.  Looking at the demeanor of his mistress, he
suddenly decided it was time for a vacation.  A long one.
-------------------
 Akane woke, and immediately regretted it.  Sore didn't begin to
describe how she felt.  She cursed the birds that sang outside.  She
cursed the light that crept in through closed curtains.  Most of all,
she cursed Ranma who left her so sore she could barely turn over.  On
top of that, her head was buzzing.  She swatted the alarm clock off her
desk, hoping it would go away.  It landed with an extremely loud crash.
Akane groaned and crawled deeper under blankets, the buzzing in her head

continued.
        P-chan was there, still sleeping. She really didn't give him
much more thought than that.
        She was naked. That was interesting. Kinda surprising, really.
*Must've been more tired than I thought to not put pj's on before bed.*
Tired as she was, it was difficult to get comfortable, she felt sticky
all over, for some reason. *Sweat from a bad dream?*
        Someone was pounding on the door, trying to break it down. Akane

winced, *Maybe they will go away.* The door opened anyway. "AKANE!  THE
BATH IS READY!"  How can Kasumi shout like that and still sound
pleasant?!
        Akane covered her head with her pillow. "Ok, ok. Geez, you don't

have to bite my head off, you know." *How did she know I would need a
bath this morning, anyway?*
        "Strange girl." Akane lifted her head to glare at the door as
it slammed shut which only made the buzzing in her head worse. She put
her head back under her pillow, wishing she could just stay in her bed,
sticky as it was.
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        "How is she?" asked Ranma as Kasumi came downstairs from Akane's

bedroom.
        "Angry at the world." Kasumi smiled,  "In other words perfectly
normal."  She continued on to the kitchen, wondering at Ranma's worried
expression.
        That was no help at all. Ranma resigned himself to waiting until

Akane came out on her own. He went to the dojo to practice. He hated
waiting.
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        After her bath, Akane was feeling almost better. The buzzing in
her head had stopped and she wasn't sticky anymore. She went to back to
her room to strip her bed of the sweat-stained sheets. P-chan was still
there, still asleep. She gently lifted him up to take him out of the
way and he still didn't stir from his sleep. As she striped the sheets
off, she thought, *Looks like it was a rough night for both of us. What
could I have possibly been doing last night to get all sweaty and sticky

like that? ...and naked too?*
 Then it hit her.  She had masturbated last night.  And finally,
finally she'd had an orgasm.  After all this time, she had a fierce,
body wrenching, mind blowing BIG 'O'.  Yes!  God, it felt so... so...
What the hell did it feel like?  She couldn't remember.  She must have
had one.  The stains on the sheets were enough for two girls, how could
she not have an orgasm?
 She moved to put P-chan back on her bed when she noticed a large
bump on the top of his head.  He wasn't sleeping, he was unconscious.
        "Ranma..." she said through clenched teeth.
        She stalked down the stairs, shaking with fury.
        "Breakfast is almost ready, Akane." Kasumi's call didn't
register. There was only one thing on  her mind. She knew where her
target was and sought him out. This time, she would make him pay.
        "RANMA!!"
        Ranma jumped at the sound of her voice and turned to face her.
She was standing in the doorway, her fury evident by a the blue aura
that surrounded her. In one hand she carried P-chan, in the other, a
rather large mallet. Steel plated, he noted. He'd never seen this one
before. *Oh, crap. I'm dead.* "Akane, last night I..."
        "HOW COULD YOU!?!" She pointed the unconscious pig at him,
accusingly.
        All of the speeches he had been preparing the entire morning
left him at that moment. "Akane, wait. I can explain. It wasn't like it
really happened. I mean, it did happen, but there is a reason for it."
        "What reason could there possibly be?" she said, still accusing
him with the pig. "Did you get your jollies out of it?"
        "Heck, yeah!  Ah... I mean 'no'.  I mean... uh... 'didn't you?'"

        "Ranma, you JERK!"  The last thing he remembered before the
darkness were the words "100% Stainless Steel" coming at his face and
hearing, "For the last time, you leave P-chan alone!"
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End Divine Intervention, part 3
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 All right, I admit it.  I have no idea what I'm doing.
All I have are a few vague scenes for part 4 and only a general
idea of where I want this to go.  So, if you have any ideas,
send them along.  I welcome any comments and criticisms, as well
as suggestions.
 "Ecchii-fu"?!  The hell was I thinking...?  Could be
interesting, though...
 Special thanks to T. H. Tiger for pre-reading.

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