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 5

    It was the next day, but Akane couldn't forget.  Yesterday had been
the most humiliating day she had ever had in her life, first being
dominated by her principal, and then getting into a big mess with
Mr. Saotome.  What made it worse was the fact that she knew she had 
consented, actually encouraged them to do it.  From how Ranma had 
been behaving, she was pretty sure that he didn't have to make love to 
weirdoes.

    In fact, her anger burned so brightly that she didn't even
bother speaking to Ranma, her wounded pride preventing her from
even thinking about him.

    She felt someone pushing on her arm.  "Akane Tendo?  Miss
Tendo?  Class is over!  You can go home now!  Go!  Leave!"  Akane
sighed as she picked up her bookbag, the entire classroom was
empty.

    Miss Hinako threw something onto Akane's desk.  It was another
bookbag.  "Gosunkugi forgot to bring home his books.  I'm asking
you to deliver those to his house."

    Akane groaned.  Of all the people she had to had to visit,
Hikaru Gosunkugi was quite possibly one of the weirdest, but nice 
in a way, she knew.  Grabbing his book bag, she ran out of the
classroom.


* * *

    
     Akane carefully knocked on the door.  There was no reply. 
Undaunted, Akane tried again and again, until her patience ran out. 
There was so much time in the day, and she didn't feel like waiting
another ten minutes.  Just as she turned to leave, the door slowly
swung open.

    "Oh my!  I'd never thought I'd see a girl at our door!"  It was a
nice looking woman who opened the door.  "Hopefully, you're here to see
Hikaru and not my husband?"

    Akane started to wave her hands as she tried to imagine what
Mr. Gosunkugi would look like.  Based on Hikaru, she definitely
knew that she probably didn't want to meet him.  "Yes.  I have
something to deliver to Hikaru, personally."

    "Very well please come in.  He's probably in his room right
now."  Mrs. Gosunkugi opened a door in the wall that led to a dark,
bland, ominous staircase.  "Just go down there and look out for the
overhead pipes.  You can't miss it."

    "Uh....thanks."  Akane sighed as she walked into the darkness,
feeling like a giant mouth had just snatched her up.  Each step she took
was cautious, probing out into the darkness as she carefully made her
way down.  She half expected an organ to begin playing some scary music
but the only sound was the occasional drip of water as it fell from the 
leaky pipes.  

     Finally, after what seemed like an hour of slow descent, she 
reached the bottom.  It smelled of mildew and mold, not exactly the 
best smell in the world.  "Who's there?" a wavering voice suddenly rang
out.  "I specifically requested to be alone.  This spell requires the
utmost concentration...."

    "Hikaru?  It's me, Akane Tendo," said Akane as she pushed
something out of the way.  It felt soft and old, covered with dust and
grime. She decided she really didn't want to know what it was.

    There was a silence.  A silence so uncomfortable that Akane
could hear the blood rushing through her ears, roaring like water
gushing through the rapids.  

    A voice whispered.  "Akane Tendo is in my home."

    Akane tried to see through the blackness.  "Hikaru? Is that you?"

    That same ominous voice whispered.  "Akane is actually talking to
me..."  Suddenly, two small flames appeared, pouring light into the
murky haze.  Temporarily blinded by the sudden presence of the light,
Akane squinted at the figure in the doorway, two lit candles strapped to
his head, beckoning to her.

    "Oh, Hello, Hikaru," Akane said as she walked toward him.

    All that Gosunkugi could say in reply was, "Akane said hello to
me..." 

     As Akane drew closer, the light from the candles reviled a chain 
hanging from a red lightbulb.  She clicked it on, illuminating the 
basement with a dim red light and took a look at her surroundings, now 
that she could see somewhat.  Plastered all over the gray walls of the 
basement were thousands of photos of her.  From the angle of the photos, 
it appeared that most of them were taken while Gosunkugi was in hiding.
She noted, with some relief, that none of the pictures seemed to be too 
racy, unlike Nabiki's cheesecake photos.... 

     There were also a few images of the male Ranma, all with long nails 
shoved through them.  A lonely cot crammed in the corner served as a 
bed and the floor seemed to be covered by books, all of them dealing 
with some form of magic.  The very center of the room was occupied by 
a stainless steel table that covered the various photograph apparatus.  
Gosunkugi was standing beside this table now, a spellbook in his hand 
and a look of pure ecstasy on his face.  

     Akane finally broke the silence.  "Well, here's your bag. You left 
it at school."

    Hikaru was beyond hearing Akane, and as he took the bookbag, 
his hands, and true thoughts, betrayed him as he grasped Akane's
wrists.  
Akane looked at him, realizing his intentions.  Perhaps it was time that 
she let out her anger about being dominated by others.

    Without a word, Akane smiled and pulled free of Gosunkugi's weak
grip.  Then she started to unbutton her blouse right in front of
Gosunkugi, shocking him to no end.  To his credit, he managed to speak
coherently.

    "A....Akane, w....what are you doing?"

    Akane gave him a reassuring smile.  "Just bored and looking for
some fun.  Just stand there, and let me get ready."  Akane replied in a
sexy whisper as she pulled off her blouse and skirt, revealing her white 
panties and bra. Hikaru stood there, his mouth agape, his heart pounding 
with excitement.

    Akane wiggled seductively as she reached behind her and
unhooked her bra, baring her bosom to Hikaru.  "Well, I wouldn't
have imagined this, but..."  Akane thought to herself as she pulled
off her panties.  'It's better than nothing.'  She sat on the large
table, pushing all the plastic trays off onto the floor, her butt
chilled from the cold surface.

    Akane wiggled her toes, and stared at Gosunkugi, whose eyes
were wide open like saucers, his face ever so blissful.  Akane
smiled slightly as she finally had her turn to be in control. 
"Hikaru Gosunkugi, I want you obey my every command...."  Hikaru
nodded wordlessly.  "Good boy.  First, I want you to kiss me here."

    Hikaru, dazed by Akane's beauty, did as he was told, his face
bending downwards to take her nipple in his mouth, only to be stopped
short by Akane's hand.  Hikaru looked at her confused until he noticed
her gesturing at the lit candles on his head.  "You wouldn't want to
burn me with those, now would you?"  Akane said sweetly.  

     Hikaru quickly unstrapped the candles from his head, blowing them
out and putting them away before quickly returning to the naked girl on
his table.  The dim red light, combined with the overall atmosphere of
the basement, made for a rather bizarre place to have sex.  But Akane
didn't mind, figuring nothing could possibly be worse than her previous
two encounters.... 

     Then, Akane smiled as Hikaru suckled her right breast like 
a thirsty babe seeking milk from its mother.  Her eyes were closed and 
she shivered as she felt his warm tongue bath her.

    She sighed contentedly.  It felt good to have someone at her beck
and call for once.  "Try the other breast," she said, turning her body
to bring the other neglected nipple to Hikaru's mouth.  He immediately
latched on, sucking and caressing the nipple with his tongue.

    After Hikaru alternated between breasts a few times, Akane decided 
it was time to spice things up.  She grabbed one of Gosunkugi's hands  
and pressed it gently against her labia and clitoris.  Her hand guided
him through a stroking motion, and after a few turns, he was massaging
her sex in way she wanted.  She started to moan, her senses assaulted by
a multitude of pleasures.

    Despite the rather dazed look on Hikaru's face, he was doing a 
rather good job of stimulating her, but she wanted more.  "Now, lick 
me....down there."  Akane commanded.  Hikaru was too dazed to respond, 
so she grabbed the back of his head and brought it down to the point 
between her legs.  Hikaru felt his heart pounding furiously as Akane's 
scent reached his nostrils and excited, he wasted little time in using
his mouth on her.

    Rooting his lips to her clit, he sucked hard bringing intense
pleasure to Akane.  As he continued his oral pleasuring, trying various
things and discovering what areas stimulated her the most, he soon had
Akane writhing on the verge of orgasm and then beyond as she came, her
vagina gripping an imaginary penis, slick fluids slowly oozing down.

    Akane thrashed on the table as Hikaru continued to suck, regardless
of the fact that she had just orgasmed.  "W....Wait!  Just g....give me
a second to...." she cried out, her body trembling as Hikaru brought
Akane over the edge once more, despite her protests, which were
half-hearted anyway.

    Then she backed away a bit, as the sex had been gradually eroding
her control of the situation.  Gasping for air, Akane looked at
Gosunkugi who was even more in a daze, breathing very heavily, almost
wheezing in fact.  She felt a pang of guilt, having received most of the
pleasure thus far and not given much back to him.

     After taking a few moments to gather herself, Akane got off of the
steel table.  "Hikaru, take off you pants and sit on the edge of the
table."  He did as he was told, his face still wet from her juices, his
stiff erection fully visible.

    Akane smiled wryly as she had expected Hikaru to be rather
small, considering his shyness.  Then, taking a deep breath, she slowly 
got to her knees in front of Hikaru and decided to reward him for his
obedience by sucking him off.

    Hikaru was in heaven.  He watched Akane's head slid up and down
on him, her hair getting messy, his penis getting stiffer, his
heart pounding faster.

    Akane watched Gosunkugi's head lean back and let out a long
moan.  She felt his erection grow stiffer in her mouth and judging from 
how it was quivering, he was going to spray his jism soon.

    Hikaru moaned constantly, his head bathed in such pleasure that
he had never experienced before.  His heart pounded faster and faster 
when all of a sudden he collapsed backwards onto the table, cumming
heavily into Akane's mouth 

    Akane nearly gagged as she felt the bitter fluid enter her mouth. 
She swallowed once and then spit the rest of it onto the floor, not
trusting herself to keep it all down.  At least it tasted better than
her cooking.

    Akane looked back at Hikaru, his penis still erect, an amazing feat
in itself.  "Looks like you enjoyed that...."  Akane remarked with a
giggle.  

     Hikaru's only answer was to cough, his facial expression somewhere
between happiness and exhaustion, his skin was even paler than usual,
but it was hard to tell with the red light.

     Akane eyed his stiffness, picturing how it would feel inside her. 
Then she crawled back onto the table and draped her naked body over
Gosunkugi's own.  She unbuttoned his shirt and gently kissed his chest a
few times.  

     Then she pressed her lips against his.  She could feel his heart
racing like a jackhammer gone haywire and she wondered if she should
wait a few minutes and let him calm down.  Then again, she didn't want
him to grow soft and she had no intention of not finishing what she
started....

     With a final kiss, she rose to a kneeling position and positioned
herself over Hikaru's penis, her hands resting on his chest.  She then
slowly pushed him into her pussy, which was already very wet.  She felt
it's unyielding stiffness, and she started to move on it slowly,
building speed as she established a rhythm.  But as she thrusted herself
closer and closer to orgasm, she felt that something was amiss.

   As she felt her vaginal muscles begin the all-too-familiar
peristaltic seizures, she looked at Hikaru's face.  His eyes were glazed
over, His mouth was slightly open, and his face was locked in orgasm. 
It was then she noticed that she no longer felt the pounding that had
been Gosunkugi's heart.

    Akane screamed in horror as she felt him cumming inside of her, his
member not quite as dead as the rest of him.  She immediately got off of
him and listened for a heartbeat, any sign that he had simply fainted
and was still alive.  There was none.  

    She couldn't believe it.  She had wanted to prove herself a better
woman than Ranma-Chan but she never wanted to kill someone through
lovemaking.  Sighing, she looked at the now deceased boy, still with a
look of ultimate pleasure on his face.  She supposed it was how he would
have wanted to go but she couldn't help wondering what she had done in a
past life to have such lousy luck with bed partners. 

     Reluctantly, she retrieved Gosunkugi's pants and boxers and put
them back on the body.  Then she buttoned up Gosunkugi's shirt and
gently carried him off the table towards his cot, where she gently lay
him down.  Placing a final kiss on his forehead, Akane whispered a
silent apology to him before retrieving her own clothes and ascending
the staircase.    

     As she slammed the door behind her, an ethereal mist suddenly
raised from Hikaru, it's face consumed with anger as it floated up
through the ceiling.


* * *

    
     Ranma-chan was having a problem.  There seemed to be a shortage
of boys that were aimlessly wandering around town hunting for
some flesh.  So far, her venture wasn't successful.

    But as she walked down a particular street she could hear some
cheering and the sounds of girls screaming.  No doubt this deserved
some closer scrutiny.  She ran towards the direction of the
sound and found herself in front of the ice rink.

    Amazingly enough, plastered in front of the building was a
giant photograph of the Golden Pair.  Yin chuckled and rubbed her
hands together as she contemplated having fun.  "Oh great."

    Yang sighed.  "Yin, you are not thinking what I think you're
thinking.  There is no way..."

    Yin giggled.  "Yang, how well do you ice skate?"  Yang groaned
as he realized that Yin's mind was really in the gutter.

    "THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE GOING TO GET ME IN A SKIMPY STUPID
OUTFIT..."  Yang paled as Yin showed off her new weapon.  He
screamed.  "What happened to the baton?"

    Yin shrugged as she held the Smith and Wesson riot gun.  "Well,
it was sort of getting dented from hitting your head too many
times, so I wanted to try this riot gun."  She pointed the gun at
Yang and fired a giant rubber projectile at him.

    Yang felt something crash into his stomach.  Clutching his
stomach, he keeled over.  Yin giggled.  "Definitely more efficient
than the mallet."


* * *

    
     Mikado stood triumphant as he carefully autographed a poster of 
himself for a zealous female fan.  No doubt his victory was
assured as he skated around the rink, smiling and waving to his fans.

    His partner, Azusa, however, was no where to be found.  She had 
probably found something she felt was *cute* to capture her attention 
and overflow her underdeveloped brain with joy.  Victory would have to
be delayed until she returned, but he still kept his veil of confidence
even as he was seething inwardly.  'Damn that Azusa.  And I thought that 
gift I gave her should have at least held her over until after our
match.' 

     "Hey, sexy.  Looking for a partner?"  Mikado turned around, and
saw a sexy red-head.  Her hair was shoulder-length and she was wearing
a skating outfit that was perhaps a size or two too small.  Not that he 
minded, as it seemed that she was going to burst out of it at any
moment.

    Mikado scratched his head as he thought of something to say. 
"Well, as my partner was sick, I was just waiting for your offer." 

    Ranma-chan smiled deeply as she replied.  'Liar.'

    While this exchange was going on, somewhere deep within the
bowels of the rink, within a utility room, a little girl, also
known as Azusa, was playing with her bonds, having already given
the chair and ropes cute French names.....

    Mikado skated over to Ranma-chan, who slowly skated over to
join him.  "Ah, well, it seems that I have found a skilled partner." 
Ranma-chan smiled again, not betraying her thoughts.

    The two of them skated around the rink to get warmed up, the
contrast of skills between the two were so obvious that it stood
out like a dislocated thumb.  The crowd started to murmur. 
"Where's Azusa?  Who is that girl?"  The Mikado fan club, seeing
how Mikado was staring at the girl, fervently prayed to the heavens
to keep that "slut" from ruining everything.

    "Your eyes are beautiful, they remind me of the sky on a clear
spring day...." breathed Mikado, exercising the perfect voice control
designed to make any girl swoon.

    Yang grumbled as he pulled himself off the ground.  "What a
cheesy pickup line."

    Yin sighed contentedly,  "Yeah.  Go back to sleep, dear."  Yin
swung her arm at Yang, smashing her fist into his jaw.  Without a
sound, he fell right back down.

    "And what do you think of my breasts?" asked Ranma-chan with a
wicked smile.  Mikado swallowed hard, as he never really ever been
asked that question so boldly by a girl.  Well, the problem was that 
most girls, when in close proximity to him, tended to pass out.

    "Well, they are large, nicely formed," he said calmly.

    "Why don't you give them a good luck squeeze before the
performance?" she asked in the most reasonable voice.  Mikado
paused for a moment before tentatively touching them.  His first
judgment of her dress was more than correct.  The outfit was so
tight that it served to highlight her features and that it felt
like he was touching her bare skin.

    He squeeze the warm, malleable mounds of flesh, feeling every
inch of them, her stiff nipples, the warmth of her body.  A few in the 
crowd murmured as they tried to watched, but their view was obscured 
by Ranma-chan's back.

    "Let's go!"  Ranma-chan smiled as she grabbed his hands and
both of them skated towards the center of the rink.


* * *

    
    And they started.  At first, the routine was simple, innocent. 
The two of them, with some slight coordination problems that
eventually disappeared as Ranma-chan got the hang of it, glided
across the ice, both appealing to the opposite sexes.

    But with increasing confidence, they opened themselves to more
complicated stuff.  Mikado, confident as ever, started building up
speed, gliding backwards along side Ranma-chan, and using his arms to
induce momentum, leaped high into the air.  Ranma-chan threw 
caution to the wind, and did likewise.  The whole world around her spun
around, and she lost her balance.

    The announcer screamed into the microphone, his voice echoing. 
"Mikado Senzenin has perfectly executed the triple lutz, but his
partner..."  Ranma-chan slammed onto the ice, her legs spread out,
her butt freezing.

    "Hurt?"  It was Mikado who had skated around and came back to
her.  To save as much time, he reached down and picked up Ranma-
chan.   Then she made her first sexual pass at Mikado, "accidentally"
slipping forwards so her face ended up in his crotch.

    The nice thing about ice skaters these days, are the extremely
flimsy outfits they wear.  And Ranma-chan was thanking the gods
that Mikado wore tights.  Despite his clothed nature, Ranma-chan
licked him as she stood up, and collapsed against him, feeling his
erection press against her.  She passed it off as an accident. 
"Oops, I guess I'm still dizzy."

    Mikado gave her a weird stare, feeling the rush of hormones
down there.  The Mikado Fan Club gasped as they saw his mighty
erection, a few of them immediately fainted.

    "Shall we continue?" asked Ranma-chan as she carefully adjusted
her outfit.  Mikado continued with the routine, his actions were
perfectly timed to the music.  He grabbed Ranma-chan by the waist and 
propelled her upwards, his right hand shifting to her belly so that he 
could hold her high and steady.

    But he felt Ranma-chan shiver, as if scared, and she shifted
position.  Then it was his turn to become scared.  She had lifted
up the edge of her short skirt and shifted forwards in such a way
that Mikado could just realize how small her outfit was.  He could
feel the two warm, bulges of her outer labia, the thin hair on
them, peeking out of the tight fabric that dug into her.

    It was his turn to slip, his knees suddenly betraying him.  She
fell from his hand, her body twisting that she faced him, but he
grabbed her and held her close to at least prevent her from hitting
the ice.

    He was in for a treat as he felt her body slide against him,
her breasts gliding past his face, her sex sliding down his
erection, her tongue on his...  Mikado had been so lost in the
sensuality that he looked down and realized the big problem with
wearing tights.

    Ranma-chan had used friction to her benefit and managed to ease
the tip of Mikado's stiff penis to peek out, and under the guise of
crying into his stomach, her tongue was teasing him.  He could feel
himself loose control, but just before he could shoot, she stopped.

    The crowd was silent as they watched the partners motionless on
ice.  "What's happening?" they asked as they watched Mikado's body
suddenly turn rigid.

    Ranma-chan stood up, using her breasts to push the tights back
up, hiding Mikado again.  "I'm so sorry," she spoke, her breast
heaving with excitement.  Mikado looked at er, his face now flushed
and filled with desire.

    This time, it was Ranma-chan's turn to lead, she skated off
with Mikado behind her, everytime she moved her legs, her skirt
would flip up and offer Mikado a peek at her bare ass.  Being
visual teased, he couldn't stand it any more, and he skated right
into her, his hands furious as he tugged down his tights, allowing
his erect member to slide between Ranma-chan's legs.

    There were murmurs in the crowd, as Mikado, in a sexual haze,
had moved so quickly that his actions were a blur.  "What the hell
is happening?  This isn't a part of the routine."  One person from
the stands exclaimed.

    Ranma-chan decided to tease him further, and instead of
offering him access to her slicked hole, she pressed back at an
angle that wedged his penis between her groove, past her clit, so
only the tiny tip of his penis was visible from her front.

    She started to tighten her muscles and he started to thrust
wildly.  People in the crowd stood up and tried to get a better
look at the highly unorthodox style, and the girls in the Mikado
Fan Club started to whimper.  As he was already excited, only one
thrust was needed, and he exploded.  He jetted some three times,
the first time, he sent a stream of jism gushing out onto the ice.

    The crowd started to laugh, as it was now evident what had been
happening through out the entire routine.  The Mikado Fan Club,
however, started crying and lamenting, a few girls attempting to
kill themselves right there on the spot.

    Mikado's second burst from his dwindling penis, completely
coated Ranma-chan's undersides.  Ranma-chan smiled at Mikado, and
whispered.  "No fair!  I wanted to have some fun too."  She pushed
off him, and turned around, started to strip for him.

    Mikado's eyes bulged as he watched her breasts fight free from
the restricting outfit, her thin waist, her hips, and not to
mention, her jism covered pussy.

    He had never seen such a sexy girl who was willing to do this
with him, and like a common sensed man, he decided to take the
opportunity and he stripped at a feverish rate.  Ranma-chan noted
with some displeasure that his penis was limp.  

    The crowd, unexpectedly, was enjoying this public spectacle.  Most
of the crowd, boys dragged in by their girlfriends, stood up to get a
view of the action.  A few of them even started cheering.

    Ranma-chan picked up Mikado's penis, disregarding the slick
white fluid that covered them.  "Aw, you're dickie isn't stiff at
all.  I guess we can't fuck until we get it stiff again."  Ranma-
chan pushed Mikado down onto the ice on his back.  She kneeled down
and brought her mouth onto his penis, her vagina pressed against
the warm ice.

    As she sucked and teased Mikado, she decided that she might as
well use some of that nasty vocabulary, her mind intent on scoring
that she didn't know what garbage her mouth was spewing out.

    Being so stimulated and hearing the dirty words, it was only a
few moments until Mikado got stiff again.  Then Ranma-chan made her
mode, settling herself on top of him and pushing down.  As soon as
his blood filled member, pressed into her chilled vagina, Ranma-
chan gasped as the intense temperature difference made her even
more sensitive.

    This time Mikado exerted such control that she must have came
at least twice, her body already at a heightened level of sexual
tension.  Everytime she orgasmed, she cried out, her pleasure
echoing in the spacious ice rink.

    The crowd started chanting as they watched the scene unfold,
contrasting the sobbing and suicidal Fan Club who would be mentally
traumatized for life.  "Go Mikado!"  was contrasted by  "No Mikado!" 
NOOOOOO!!!!!"

    Then for Ranma-chan it came to a crashing halt as she felt his
penis explode semen into her, the force of the crowd's cheering was 
deafening.  She leaned back, her body numbed by the ice, the only part
warm was her sex.  Everything became a blur, as Ranma-chan felt a girl
roughly push her to the side.  "OUT OF THE WAY SLUT!  MIKADO'S MINE!"

    Ranma-chan skidded uncontrollably for a moment, but it was
enough.  Sitting up, she watched the entire sobbing Fan Club rush
the sexually satiated Mikado, tearing their clothes off as they
sought a piece of him.

    Then the crowd started cheering, contrary to Ranma-chan's
belief.  "Sex orgy!" cried a few bold ones as they leaped onto the
ice to storm the giant pile of naked girls trying hard to get off
on some part of Mikado, whether it be his finger, his foot, or even
his nose.

    Ranma-chan stood up, and smiled to herself.  "Akane, see if you
can top that."  She tried to dust off her clothing, and then she
realized that there was a major problem.  Her clothing was buried
under that pile of women.  "Oh shit," she muttered, as she tried to
cover her dripping vagina with her hands and left the arena, clad only
in a pair of ice skates....


TO BE CONTINUED....

Thus ends the first five rounds of our saga.  Round 6 is progressing
well and should be completed before too long.     

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