Ranma 1/2: Gratuity
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon
by Michael Chen (Zenki) and Megane 6.7
michael.h.chen@yale.edu
fcasper@yesic.com

Authors' Notes
Megane 6.7 was of great help in the production of this fic.  In
fact, he had produced a great deal of ideas for me and elaborated
on my initial plans for this story.  Of course, original idea of
the story is mine, but many of the sex scenes here are of
Megane's doing.  Thus, he is a coauthor.

Warning
This fic is a lemon fic, which means that intense sexual
situations soon follow.  In fact, kids, do not read this. 
Members of the Christian Coalition, don't read this.  Old people
over 50 years of age, don't read this.  Heck, this list of people
who shouldn't read this can go on and on.  The most important
part is that if you think you might be offended by sexual scenes
and such, then don't even bother reading.  It's guaranteed that
you will flame us.

But if you are a lemon aficionado, prepare for pure enjoyment as
you read.  Unlike the stories of alt.sex.stories, this fanfic
actually has a plot instead of the "How many times can the
protagonist have his surgically enhanced p***s spray semen within
a short period of time."  We have taken great pains to add humor
to a story that can be called, "Akane and Ranma get Nerima Down
on Them," so you will on occasion laugh your brains out when your
hand gets tired (Heh heh, I was just joking about the hand...) 
Oh yeah, we have checked the archives of rec.arts.anime.creative,
and we the authors are proud that we will be establishing many
firsts with this fanfic.

Information used in this story was obtained in Principles of
Physiology by Totora, 8th edition.  A truly nice entry level
Anatomy and Physiology text.  They do have a little section on
human reproduction...


Round 3

    A new day was ushered in by the rising of the sun.  As her alarm
clock began its panicked screaming, Akane, unwillingly rolled herself
out of bed.

    As she looked through her drawers, she noticed they were strangely
out of order, as if someone had tossed them around.  Making a mental
note to *chide* Ranma-Chan later, she picked out some white cotton
panties with cute little polka-dots on them.  She retrieved her school
uniform in the closet, and after combing her hair, made her way to the
dining room for breakfast.

    As usual, Ranma was already downstairs with his father, the two of
them pigging out on the food, as usual.  Akane scowled as she watched
Ranma's apparent lack of table manners.  "Couldn't you be a little bit
neater when you eat?"

        Ranma, chewing away with his mouth full of food, paused to
retort. "Aw don't worry Akane.  I'm just tired after yesterday's
workout...." He laughed confidently as he swallowed the mashed food.

    Standing up, he donned his satchel.  "Anyhow, I'm off to school. 
Better get moving if you want to *catch up* with me."  Ranma smirked as
he disappeared with a little spunk in his step.  Akane, on the other
hand, was beginning to feel depressed.  The more she thought about it,
the more she realized that Ranma probably had a lead over her in the
challenge.

    Although anxious as ever, Akane couldn't help but feel a certain
dread and a slight amount of curiosity as she hurried to school.  She
had never expected Ranma to be so eager.  She never though he'd ever
take her up on her bet.  She never thought she'd have to defend her
femininity....

   Suddenly, she heard the late bell.  Cursing under her breath for not
paying attention to the time, she rushed towards the school and when she
arrived, she was dismayed to see the front gate closed.  Behind it stood
the principal of Furinkan High, a big smile on his face.  


*       *       *


  Akane walked timidly into the principal's office.  She knew all too
well Principal Kuno's idea of the proper punishment.  A quick and
efficient shaving of all hair from the offender's head.  She stood in
front of his desk, gazing at the collection of shears, scissors, razors,
and other implements of hair death hanging on his wall.  The principal,
clad in Hawaiian duds and playing a particularly annoying tune on his
ukulele, took a seat behind his desk.
    
  "Aloha, Akane Tendo!"  The principal exclaimed in heavily accented
English before switching back to Japanese.  "It breaks my heart to see
my students breaking the rules without thinking how it reflects on me,
their honorable headmaster.  It also makes me VERY angry...."

  Akane shivered as she heard the "shick" sound of the Principal playing
with a pair of scissors.  "It would be a pleasure for me to administer
your punishment.  Your hair will be a symbol of those who dare to oppose
me and my rules..."

  With that, Principal Kuno suddenly leaped from his desk, and wielded
his scissors ready to remove Akane's silky hair.  "No!  Principal Kuno,
no! Anything but my hair, please don't cut my hair away!"  Akane
cried out, knowing the stigma of going around bald.  No normal girl
would dare walk around without any hair.  It would be too embarrassing
for her.  She remembered how embarrassing it was when Ryouga's bandanna
accidentally lopped off her ponytail in front of all the students and
she didn't want to endure that humiliation again for anything.  
 
    "Now, now...."  The principal admonished in English for a moment
before switching back again.    "In the pursuit of discipline, no deals
may be made.  Prepare to lose your hair," he chortled in anticipation.
Akane was at her wit's end when suddenly, she realized the opportunity
that she had here.  A chance to even the odds against Ranma, a chance to
seize a man that Ranma would never dare touch.... 

  "Please," whispered Akane desperately, keeping one careful eye on the
scissors Kuno wielded, "I'll even make love to you, if you'll just leave
my hair alone."

    Principal Kuno stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise.  
Then, his brow furrowed, as if trying to weigh the consequences of the
situation.  Akane could only pray that the principal wouldn't decide to
punish her further for attempting to bribe him with sex.  Then he spoke
again.

"O.K!"  The principal shouted in English before lowering his voice. 
"Very well...." He whispered in Japanese.  "But you'd better do whatever
I tell you or your hair is mine!"  Akane gulped as she saw the familiar
Kuno insane glint in his eyes but kept her voice even as she replied. 
"Fine, so long as you leave my hair alone."

The principal nodded his approval.  Akane felt a sharp chill go up her
spine as the realization that she just agreed to sell her body to her
school principal struck home.  But between being humiliated in private
or humiliated in public, Akane greatly preferred the former.  Besides,
she simply couldn't let Ranma beat her again.  This was a battle and she
wasn't going to lose this time if she could help it.

    Then, the principal spoke again.  "OK, first close the door and the
shades.  We don't want the others learning about what you are about to
do."   Akane slowly nodded and she did as she was told.  She carefully
closed and locked the door.  She  then closed the window shades, causing
the room to descend into darkness.    

    Akane stood motionless, her heart racing with fear and excitement as
she soon felt the Principal's hands caressing her face, feeling the soft
flesh and causing her to involuntarily blush.  Then she could feel his
breath on her neck as he began to kiss it.  Although she couldn't see
anything, Akane closed her eyes as she felt the principal's lips and
tongue bathe her right earlobe, his hands placed firmly on her breasts
as he squeezed and fondled them.  A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as
he continued his teasing, genuinely surprised at how good she felt at
the moment.  

  Then he tilted her head slightly, his lips meeting her own.  Akane
could smell pineapple as she returned his kiss, her tongue entering his
mouth a moment later.  Akane felt her body growing hotter as she and
Principal Kuno kissed each other passionately.  She gasped a bit in
surprise as she felt one of his hands slip into her panties, fingering
her love petals.  Akane could feel herself growing wet as she wrapped
her arms around him but then he suddenly pulled away, his warm hands
leaving her trembling body.  "W...What's wrong?  Why are you stopping?"
she asked. 

  The Principal went to his desk and turned on the lamp, wincing
slightly as his eyes adjusted to the change.  Then he quickly, but
carefully, removed all of the cutting tools from the desktop and settled
back on his chair.  "Come here."  he said.

   Akane was confused but eager to continue what they were doing, she
walked over to stand beside him.  "Sit on the desk, facing me."  He
commanded.  Akane did so.  "Now Akane, take off your panties slowly, and
show them to me."  After a moment's hesitation, Akane hiked up her
skirt, reached under and tugged hard, pulling her tight, white,
unblemished cotton panties down, her legs were closed but a small
trickle of moisture, dripped onto the desk.

    She handed her panties to the Principal, who smelled them.  "You
smell so sweet,"  he commented with a smile.  Then without warning, he
roughly pushed Akane backwards onto his desk.  "Show me your pussy! 
Open your legs!" he spoke, his voice gradually turning harsher. 
Surprised by this sudden change, Akane opened her legs slowly, too
slowly for the impatient principal.

    He grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart, allowing him
to see her in all her glory. While far from turned off, Akane felt
strange from the awkwardness of the situation, wondering why he was
changing his approach.  She let out a shaky breath as she felt his
fingers probe her, tugging at her pubic hair.  The Principal's face was
filled with a slight disgust.

    "Hey girl!"  The principal admonished in English.  "You obviously
don't have good hygiene!  But not to worry, just hold still."  He
finished in Japanese as he opened a drawer and pulled out a
lathering brush and a small mug filled with foam.  Dabbing a little
lather onto the brush, he grabbed the brush and started to stroke
Akane's pussy with it.

    The brush was ticklish, and Akane couldn't help but giggle as the
brush delicately caressed her sex, her outer lips, and down a little
farther.   When he was finished, he said. "Now, don't more or you'll get
a cut."  Akane abruptly brought her head up, and her eyes widened in
horror as she saw the Principal pull out a straight edge blade.

    "W....Wait a minute!  Not there!"  Akane realized that he intended
to shave her clean down there.  She tried to move, but he was strong,
and she felt the cold blade slide down in one swift stroke from her
front down past her ass.  He repeated the motion a few times, his zeal
to remove all traces of hair so strong that he didn't listen to Akane's
protests.

    In less than a minute, Principal Kuno put away the lather and
straight edge and admired his handiwork.  Before Akane had a normal
bush, but it was no more.  It was now smooth, pale,
skin, her pinkish, distended, pussy, totally naked and exposed.

    He gave Akane a look of feigned disbelief.  "Were you turned on by
that?  I'd better check."  Akane shivered as she felt a finger enter
her, sliding in and out, making sure to rub her sensitive spot
constantly.

    Akane began to moan, as her pussy tried to grip the tiny
finger penetrating her.  It wasn't long before she was so excited and so
ready for the act that she felt herself flowing with the slick fluids
that made sex easy, comfortable and enjoyable.  Principal Kuno could
smell her excitement, and he decided to get a better whiff.

    He placed his head between her legs and licked her smooth
mound.  Akane let out another moan as her stimulus increased.  He
could taste her sour sweetness running over his tongue as he
pressed it within her, evoking passionate cries of pleasure from her, he
felt himself finally get excited somewhat now that the offensive hair
was removed.

    He stood up and pulled away from Akane, the sudden lack of
stimulation making Akane look up somewhat displeased, but as soon
as she saw the principal drop his pants, she rested back and closed her
eyes, awaiting entry.

    It never happened, and instead she found something pressing
against her lips.  Opening her eyes, she saw the principal
looking down at her, still in her school dress, legs spread wide and
shaved like a slut with a hardening penis above her mouth.  "Suck it,"
the principal commanded.

    Without complaint, Akane took the stiffening rod into her mouth and
started to suck hard on it.  The principal gasped. "Not too hard!  Lick
it!"  Akane did as she was told, lowering her pressure and using her
tongue to do the work now, rubbing the bottom of Principal Kuno's
stiffness.

    He moaned and he started to jerk slightly, as if trying to pump
himself into Akane's throat, but he realized that would be terribly
painful for Akane.  He pulled out his now saliva coated member and
decided to do it the normal way.

    Shears appearing magically in his hand, he walked back to Akane's
vagina, his penis like a spear ready to hit it's target.  He decided
that it was time to see some more flesh, and with his shears, he split
Akane's uniform into shreds and ripped it off.

    First came her skirt, then her blouse and bra in one move. 
Akane almost screamed as she saw the passion driven man destroy
her clothing.  He looked at her as her naked flesh was exposed to him
completely, a trickle of saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    He sat down on the edge of his desk.  "Akane, lay here now, and get
ready for your punishment."  He gestured at his naked lap, where his
member stood tall and erect.  Akane, eager to feel the penis inside her,
attempted to impale herself on him.

    Before she could have the chance, she found the principal
forcing her to lay on his lap, his warm, shaking erection pressing
against her stomach.  It wasn't especially comfortable, but it served to
make Akane desire his cock even more.

    He noticed the copious amount of lubricating fluids slowly
dripping out of Akane's vagina.  "You're such a slut!"  He cried out,
and Akane felt him slap his palm hard against her ass.

    She had taken a lot harder hits in her life, but the sudden
transition from pleasure to pain made her cry out in surprise.  He 
repeated the motion over and over, calling her different words,
complaining about her lack of morals, her wanton behavior, her sinful
love of sex.  As he did this, she could feel his member grow hotter and
larger as it leaned against her bare skin.

    By the time he had finished his verbal abuse of Akane, her
ass had become pink and somewhat warm to the touch.  But then he gently 
grabbed her sides and lifted her naked body effortlessly, positioning
her over his swollen cock.  Without a second's hesitation, she pushed
herself down on him.

    Akane let out a cry of relief as she felt the penis slide
into her.  She had been worried that the principal would be cruel
enough to send her back to her class without finishing the job,
as she was so excited that she wouldn't have any problem just
grabbing any boy and fucking him just to let loose the sexual tension.

    She bounced up and down on the unyielding resistance, her
body thanking her for enduring all of that foreplay.  She was
focused on one task now and that was to reach orgasm.  Her legs
had wrapped tightly against the back of the chair, making the
chair, her, and the principal one unit.

    As she slid against the principal, her senses became
hypersensitive.  The light filtering in from the shades blinded
her.  The sounds of her grunting, his moaning, their lovemaking, the 
cheap office chair squeaking deafened her.  The heat of the principal's 
body burning against her own.

    It wasn't far, and Akane felt her muscles start their trembling, and
she cried out one final time, her body so sensitized during the foreplay
that she felt the entire world around her shake along with her as she
reached her peak.  A moment later, which to Akane felt like a lifetime,
she felt him exploding inside her, accompanied by yet another
exclamation in English, but this one made her smile in triumph.

  "YES!!!"


* * *

    Hiroshi gazed at the empty boys locker room.  School had just been 
dismissed but he, Ranma, and Daisuke had been assigned the task of
cleaning the room.  Daisuke was also there, but Ranma was no
where to be found.  He spoke up as he slowly mopped the floor.  "So
Daisuke, where do you think Ranma is?"

    Daisuke shrugged as he stroked his mop back and forth.  "I wouldn't
know.  I guess when he has all those babes fighting over him, he
wouldn't be interested in doing dumb work like cleaning a smelly locker
room."  Daisuke grimaced as he walked past a locker that smelled of
month old gym socks.

    Hiroshi nodded his head.  "You said it man.  If I had a choice, I'd
be out of here in a second, maybe find a cute girl and take her out on a
date...."

    Daisuke snickered.  "What girl would go out with a nerd like you?"

    "Hey stop laughing!  It's not like you have a social life either!" 
Hiroshi's retort had the effect of sobering up Daisuke.

    Suddenly, the door slammed open.  "Hey, so what do I have to do?  I
usually don't stick around after school."  Hiroshi and Daisuke
looked up, and felt their jaws go slack and their manhood stand
tall and proud.  Ranma-chan was standing in the doorway holding a
thermos and dressed to kill.  She had on a loose white t-shirt and a
really tight pair of red gym shorts on.

    Hiroshi was the first to react.  "Ranma, what the hell are
you doing here?  Don't you have to take care of your fiancees?" 
Ranma-chan let out a laugh that caused her nipples to press against
her shirt, visible to all.  Hiroshi and Daisuke felt their pants
stretching, betraying their thoughts.

    Ranma-chan didn't seem to notice as she looked at the long mops in
their hands.  "Let me guess, we're supposed wipe down this place?"  She
grabbed the mop from Daisuke's estranged fingers.  Of course, Daisuke
didn't quite let go, and she worked at it, her tugging making her
breasts jiggle slightly.  "Well, we'd better get a move on, or we'll end
up here all day."

    She turned around and picked up the bucket willed with soapy
water.  As she bent down, her tight shorts rode up.  They slid up
so far that from Hiroshi's and Daisuke's angle they could barely
see the beginnings of Ranma-chan's sex.  She wasn't wearing any
panties at all.

    Hiroshi pulled Daisuke to the side.  "Did you see that!  She
isn't wearing anything underneath!" he whispered excitedly to his
friend.  Daisuke simply nodded, his eyes wide open.

    The two horny boys watched as Ranma-chan went through the
efforts of cleaning the locker room.  She dipped the mop into the
bucket, and carefully wiped the floor, quickly so that her
breasts would jiggle a bit.

    Grabbing a brush, she bent down the clean the floor under the
benches.  Her loose t-shirt hung low, giving Hiroshi and Daisuke a
full view of her adequately formed breasts, the quivering mounds
of white flesh.  Daisuke could feel a trickle of sweat slowly
roll down his face as he watched, hypnotized by Ranma-chan.

    "Hey, you guys!  Are you going to do any work?  Or are you
going to just stand there and watch me do all your work?"  Ranma-
chan's harsh voice helped the boys remain focused to the duty at
hand, and unwillingly the two started to mop.  But they did not
fail to notice Ranma-chan as she shifted about, her body moving with 
her every motion.

    They felt their resistance gradually dying as they continued to
watch her.  But to avoid embarrassment, the two pretended to be
cleaning, mopping the same section of floor while Ranma-chan
finished the entire room.

    "Oh man, I never thought we'd finish mopping this floor." 
She shot Hiroshi and Daisuke an accusatory glance.  The two of
them had hardly done any work at all.  "I'm so parched," she
exclaimed as she opened the thermos.

    With a complete disregard for manners, she brought the
thermos to her lips and drank.  Not the elegant drinking that
most people would expect girls to do, but a messy, uninspiring
swig.  Ranma-chan sloppily drank the iced water, the water
leaking out, dribbling down her delicate chin, down her neck and
soaking her t-shirt.  She moaned, barely audible, as the cool
liquid satisfied her thirst.

    In moments, Ranma-chan had transformed from sexy girl in a
sexy shirt, to a sexy girl in a wet t-shirt.  And she didn't have
a bra on.  The white t-shirt combined with the water adhered to
her skin, becoming translucent.

    She looked down at her soaked shirt, and she seemed quite
displeased.  "Oh shoot, I hate it when my clothing gets wet, it just
feels too icky."  She looked at Hiroshi and Daisuke who were
almost blind with desire and lust.  "You won't mind if I took my
shirt off, right?  We're all guys and all."  Hiroshi and Daisuke nodded
ever so slightly.

    With unanimous decision, the t-shirt was off, and Ranma-chan's
breasts were free for all to see.  She picked up the bucket and started
to wipe down the benches, her breasts jiggling more freely.

     "Oh man, I want her, I want to grab her, I want to...'  Hiroshi's
feverish mind thought, his hormones and desire completely making
him disregard that Ranma-chan was 1/2 boy and that if he tried to act
out his desires in real life, he'd probably be dead a second later.

    Daisuke was having similar thoughts, his penis feeling as if
it were going to tunnel through his pants in a moment.  He took a
step towards Ranma-chan, his hand outstretched, his fingers
flexing, anticipating the feel of soft breast.

    Ranma-chan looked up as she finished her last bench.  "All
done!  Now all we have to do is clean the storage room!  Oh how
nice!"  She grabbed Daisuke's trembling hand, completely
unknowing of his intentions.  "You can help me."  She turned to
Hiroshi.  "And I guess you have to clean the heads..."

    She opened the door to the storage room, revealing the
miscellaneous equipment and the spare mats in the center of the
room.

    Hiroshi's face was twisted with jealously as Ranma-chan pulled a
floating Daisuke into the other room.

* * *

    Hiroshi washed his hands for the seventeenth time.  After
today, he was sure that he didn't want to ever use the toilets or
shower in the boys' locker room.  The toilets up close were a
disgrace.  There were the tiny yellow spots left by morons who
couldn't aim.  The tiles in the shower had specks of mildew and
quite possibly other pathogens.

    Hiroshi walked back into the main room of the locker room. 
Ranma-chan and Daisuke were not present.  Glancing at the clock,
he surmised that the two had already left.  Thirty minutes had
passed, so far.  He muttered bitterly.  "What great friends, they
take all the opportunity to give me the dirty work and..."

    A muffled moan interrupted Hiroshi.  "Oh Daisuke, I didn't
know..."  Hiroshi dropped his implements of cleaning and charged
into the storage room.

    Ranma-chan moaned again as she felt Daisuke suck her erect
nipple.  Her hands gripped his back tightly as he endlessly
licked her.  Then a suddenly blast of air hit her.  Opening her
eyes, she saw that Hiroshi had pushed the door open.

    "WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Hiroshi exclaimed as he watched Daisuke and
Ranma-chan in a very incriminating position.

    Her voice became sexy as she replied in a breathy voice.  "Well,
Hiroshi, there is enough of me to go around.  Dive right in..."  Then
she let out a body shaking groan as Daisuke's hand wormed up her shorts
and was touching her pantiless lips.

    Hiroshi couldn't resist.  He couldn't resist at all, and he dove
towards the half naked  girl, latching his lips around the free nipple. 
Her moaning intensified as a result.  His hands caressed her body, her
perfect body.  The smoothness of her skin.  He couldn't believe that
this was happening.

    Daisuke already had enough of foreplay, and in a frenzy, he
pulled her pants down to give himself a better look.  This was
the first time he had ever been with a girl in this way.  Ranma-
chan laid back on the mats that were so conveniently in the
middle of the room.

    Hiroshi, meanwhile, straddled Ranma-chan's stomach, both of his
hands kneading her breasts in a frenzy.  She reached up and
grabbed his zipper, pulling it down.  His pants fell away.

    Daisuke wanted to touch Ranma-chan, and throwing his fears to
the side, he carefully let one finger press against her opening.  This
was followed by more intense moaning and stretching on Ranma-
chan's part.

    Meanwhile, Hiroshi watched Ranma-chan's lips quiver as she
felt Daisuke's ministrations from below, and that gave him an
idea.  Quickly standing up, he shed off his pants and boxers
before settling back onto her stomach.  He gently reached up and
nudged her head towards him.

    Daisuke felt his finger get tired, and he tried another
method, one that turned out to be less straining.  He licked her,
his tongue turning out to be more effective that his finger.

    Hiroshi moaned as he felt warm saliva bathe over him.  He
tried to pump slightly, but he noticed with a slight annoyance
that there were two breasts in the way.  Pulling his penis from
her moaning mouth, he placed the slick hardness between the two
breasts.  He started to pump, surprised that even the slightest
amount of stimulation was making him more and more excited.

    Daisuke had enough.  By now, the foreplay was just making him
more and more impatient, and he sought instant gratification. 
His trembling hands fumbling with his belt, he tugged his pants
and boxers down in one swift motion, then he took his stiff
member and plunged it in.

    The instant warmth and presence of fluid around his penis was
mind numbing, and Daisuke just threw his control away and started
to shake.  Ranma-chan felt his inadequacy and sought to help him. 
Her hands snaked around him, grabbing onto the cheeks of his
butt, and she guided him, forcing him to start rhythmically
thrusting.

    Hiroshi felt her body rise slightly off the mat and settle
back down, her periodic moans turning into intense panting. 
Turning his head around, he found that Daisuke had beaten him to her
vagina.  Daisuke was mindlessly pounding away, his eyes closed, enjoying
every moment.  His friend's hands on her thin waist, caressing them, 
as he slide back and forth.

    "Hey!  I want to fuck her too!"  Hiroshi replied indignantly as he
stood up, and positioned himself to face Daisuke.  He looked down at
Ranma-Chan with such longing eyes, and in the midst of her high, she
decided to give him something to enjoy.

    She wrapped her legs around Daisuke's waist, and she sat up
against his body.  In between her moans, she told Daisuke to
stand up.  Right now, Daisuke didn't care how he got his sex, and
he complied, not missing a beat on his merciless pounding.

    With her hands, she reached behind her, and pulled Hiroshi
against her back, he could feel his penis press against another
hole.  She gave him a single look that told him all he needed to
know.

    He took his wet member, slick with her saliva and his own
desire and pressed it into her tight anus.  Ranma-chan felt
slight pain as Hiroshi shoved a short segment of his sex into
her.  Daisuke could feel her pain as her vagina clamped hard on
him.

    Taking a deep breath, Ranma-chan willed her muscles to loosen
slightly.  That was all it took, and as Daisuke shoved in, she
could feel Hiroshi push himself in from behind.  At first, she
didn't appreciate the feeling of anal sex.  In fact, it made her
feel like she wanted to just take a shit.

    But with Daisuke pounding away at her vagina and Hiroshi
massaging her breasts and nipples, she decided to allow Hiroshi
his fun.  The three of them stood there, and continued their act
until all of the sudden, Hiroshi lost it.

    Ranma-chan felt the semen shoot into her, a feeling that was
totally different from normal sex.  And seconds later, Daisuke
soon came, both of their orgasms culminating in her own.

    All of the energy that the two boys had put into her was
returned in that single instant, when Ranma-chan, so delirious
with joy, just fainted against Daisuke.