The following characters are conceived from the mind and are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and would probably never be used this way officially. This story has been written with no intention of gaining profit, other than a good laugh. Don't trouble yourself with suing this poor otaku for what little he has, because it isn't much. The following story also contains explicit material that is not suitable for any living entity, and is not intended for biped mammals under the age of eighteen (18/diesiocho). If this warning applies to you, or the concept of sexually explicit material offends you, than please cease any further reading. If not, then enjoy. ***************************** Ranma Saotome wasn't having a great time. Since contracting this drug from the Dreaded Sludge of Death, also known as Akane's food, he had been doing his damnedest, mostly against his own will, to lay just about every single one of his fiancees. It started with sex with Shampoo until they both gave into sleep, and then it was Ukyou at the Ucchan, which almost became his grave when he saw Akane coming up the road. He did make his escape, only to run into the Black Rose, who was currently busy with another sound coming out of her mouth other than her insane laughter. He had her positioned on her hands and knees, trying to achieve the eruption that was so close he could taste it, but was far enough away to put despair in his heart. He was so focused on reaching his heavily prolonged orgasm, that he never noticed a shout different from Kodachi's. It only hit him that something was wrong when the ball and chain impacted with his back, sending him and the already unconscious Kuno tumbling. Pulling the boxers and pants still around his ankles and lacing the drawstring quicker than any eye could follow, he confirmed Kodachi's health, and took another blow that he could have avoided if it wasn't for his fire-clouded senses. Instead of rolling to a stop, he was picked up and flung through the shack wall by the same thing, or things that had hit him. He stopped when he was dangling over the edge of the roof they were on, and then looked up and noticed the chains. Ranma was not one to swear heavily, but he took this time as an exception. ***************************** Homemade Viagra Or The Trouble with Innazukes Ch 4 By the Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com) ***************************** About the only thing in his life he was more than an adept at was his art. He was actually one of the few people on Earth that could talk big, and more than back it up. Even then his enemies had to acknowledge that fact, no matter how arrogant Ranma got about it. His reflexes were second only to none, and his skill could be matched by people whose number could be counted on a three-fingered hand, and that wasn't even at his peak. His current dilemma however, seemed to have put a serious hamper on his abilities. It wasn't a sudden lack of strength, or something that slowed his reaction time. The problem was focus. In laymen's terms, he was basically too aroused to defend himself effectively. Perhaps if he had enough control to be a monk for the rest of his life, he could overpower the inflamed urges. Genma never was one to visit the important temples however. Ranma did his best to think of a quick way out of the position he was in that didn't involve his plunge about thirty feet or more to the ground below. It wasn't that he was scared, it was just he didn't have any delusions about how he would land without enough concentration. So it was to his surprise that Mousse swung him back over the side of the building. Much to his disappointment, it was arched right through a water heater, which would have burned him considerably, only it was broken. Of course, this did nothing to hamper his pathway through the machine, coming out the other side female, and in a lot of pain. Ranma smiled grimly. Figured that it would take bodily injure to snap her back to reality. Not that the fire was completely gone, but it was manageable enough for her to fight back. Taking a breath, Ranma kicked off the rubble she was lying in and flipped back to her feet in time enough to avoid a small hail of fire crackers sent her way. She used the smoke as a cover, she came out to Mousse's left, snap kicked him in the stomach, and followed up with a sweep to the legs. He rolled away from the ax kick, which left a sizable crater, and continued to roll out into a sitting pose near the edge of the building. Ranma, despite having to defend herself with a disability that was gaining ground again, was still not one to relent, and went for a cartwheel, shifted on her palms, and used the thrust momentum to turn her body into a horizontal missile that hit its mark, Mousse's chin. Both went over the edge of the building, Ranma's feet still mostly in Mousse's face. She kicked off, twisted in the air, and almost landed on her ass in the alley when she noticed the chain attached to her ankle. She took the two seconds she had to size up her current opponent. He was working off of fury; that meant she was going to have to put a lot more into putting him down, mainly because she had no desire to see what a prolonged fight would do to her. What was bothering her, besides the fire within her, was that she couldn't figure out why he was so mad. It could be the obvious, which was Shampoo, but she had said he was... Ranma ducked, jumped, and dodged out of the way of the oncoming projectiles. [No time to think about it, just put him down. Now.] With that thought, she launched forward, shifted and jumped to the alley wall, bounced off of it and the one opposite, and once again made for Mousse's head. Mousse ducked, and suddenly Ranma was caught in some rather sticky webbing. She cursed silently for not notice it in his hand earlier, and began struggling against it, only to get caught up in it even worse. Mousse smiled wickedly. "Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the..." "If you finish that corny remark, I'll kill you!" she spat at him. Bad enough she was immobile in front of a enraged lunatic, but she didn't have to listen to bad dialogue as well. The mask of anger was back on Mousse's face, and he pulled a short club from the folds of his robes. He wasted no time with further words, but simply lit into the trapped Saotome with a fervor known only to psychopaths. He struck her again and again, doing his best to hopefully vent all of his rage upon her, and cease her breathing all in one fell swoop. Ranma was frantic and in pain. She couldn't put two thoughts together long enough to come up with a decent plan for getting out of the webbing, and the beating was more than beginning to wear through her. She tried twisting her body away from the blows, as well as rolling with them, but the web allowed for little movement. She tried one last lurch, putting all of her strength behind it just as the club came down in an arc meant for her shoulder. The swing met air, and then webbing, with enough force to slice through a few strands. It was enough as she used the rest of her momentum to free her hand and catch his in a vise grip. Having a firm clamp on his wrist, she pulled him into the webbing. The results were not what she expected. He would of course have to cut the both of them out of the web, in which Ranma could have a chance at making a run for it or put him down. The bad thing was proximity. Mousse's closeness, his scent, his shape were giving Ranma a reaction, and she was losing focus once more. It didn't dominate, but it didn't seep in slowly either. The awareness was trailing through her nimble body in waves of electricity and that all too familiar fire, making her pant even harder than she was from her exertions earlier, and making her aware of her nipples hardening to a near painful throbbing. Mousse was oblivious, and just wanted to have enough movement to squash the damn girl. How much more did he have to go through until he could watch over Ranma's broken body in happiness? He quickly slashed the appropriate strands binding them, and they both fell gracelessly to the ground. As Mousse tried to get up and back into a position of attack, he noticed the hand clamping at his thigh. He struck twice, once to the wrist connected to that hand, and one directed at the face of the owner of that hand, who had ducked the second strike, then pushed off and fell into a dead run out of the alley, and down the street. ***************************** Ranma had no general direction to run into, no particular building to reach. She just knew that her hand had just betrayed her by feeling up the leg of one of her worst enemies, and she had to get away to prevent anything else like that from happening. It was bad enough with what he had gone through with three others, but even reaching in that direction had put so much terror and horror in Ranma that she forced away every feeling that was coming to her and broke into a run. To follow where the fire was taking her was to lose every claim she had as a man, and it was Mousse for god's sake! How could her body even betray her like that? She maintained her speedy escape for another fifteen minutes, bobbing and weaving through every obstacle there, and hopping the blind boy was not still behind her. Then the fatigue and frustration caught up with her, and stopped her run. Ranma slumped beside a tree, breathing heavily. She took a look around at her surroundings, and was surprised to find herself in the back area of Furinkan High, the place she had contemplated hiding earlier. At the moment however, all she could really contemplate was release, but how was she to go about that? She could get some hot water inside the school, but she doubted she would make three steps without something done, and the only things she knew for release she doubted would work for this; she refused to use the obvious choice. So what now? Her thoughts were broken into by a mace that made painful contact with her chest. This was followed up with several other flying objects, all attached chains. This was of course what set Ranma over the edge. It was time to put this clown down now, everything else could wait for the moment. Dodging only so many projectiles, she grabbed at the rest, prayed for the right momentum, and pulled, hard, jerking the attacker off of his feet and into the air. Using her leverage, some hazy focus, and Mousse's weight, she swung him into the tree. Seeing her opponent dazed, she ran circles around the tree, tying him in by the chains he let loose. Spent for focus and strength, she collapsed to her knees, panting. She had little left, and most of her focus was being put toward the hot flame in-between her legs. She put a hand to the desired region, and began rubbing and probing furiously. She paid no attention to the moans coming from her mouth, nor the tied up boy who was cursing and squirming, just on the liquid fire between her legs. Ranma inserted a digit into her folds, probing and prodding, teasing to her with results undesired. She needed a climax, and doing so in this way was nothing short of torture. Ranma lay flat on her back, arching her spine, and putting two more fingers in herself, she summoned her ki, forcing her hand to a speed that caused crackles in the air as the sound barrier was broken repeatedly. White lights lit up in the back of Ranma's skull, and she screamed, pinching and twisting her clitoris, her other hand still plunging in her folds. When rush abated somewhat, she went limp, out of breath, and reeling in pain at the mistreatment of a part of her body she didn't understand too well. Then she noticed something that made her heart drop. A hot feeling trailing its way up her spine, through her veins, and back down to her current source of trouble. Dissatisfaction. Her body was craving for more, and she had no other way to give it. She looked down at her pants, disheveled, but not going below her hips. There had to be some way to stop this fire from burning! Meanwhile, back over at the tree, Mousse was three steps from appalled, two from grossed out, and fifteen passed fascinated. He had honestly believed that Ranma couldn't sink any lower, but here he ties up his enemy, only delaying the inevitable strike of justice that she was going to receive, and fondles herself into climax right in front of him? The girl was sick, that was for sure. He was going to spend the next few moments screaming at him if not for the sudden show...display! Mousse frowned, taking notice that Ranma was now approaching him. "Keep you filthy hands off of me Saotome! I don't want any further part in your sick perversions! You'll pay for ... What do you think your doing?!" What Mousse saw was a perverted evil person who was at present feeling him up and slipping wet fingers inside of his robes. What Ranma was doing was looking for a toy she could use to release herself from the fire completely. She was tired, fatigued, and not thinking well, so it was only joy that registered in her face when she finally felt on something that would take care of her problem. She pulled on the long, thick cylinder, more than disgusted at what she was going to do, but knowing she didn't want to take another step until this was resolved. Pulling at it, her frustrations found their way on her face. It wouldn't budge! "Hey Mousse, what connected to this thing? I only need it for a..." Looking into the blind boy's face, panicked and concentrated, sick realization finally came to the aroused martial artist. She would have shrank her hand away from the live organ, except for the pounding in her chest, the deep burning between her legs. Ranma swallowed hard, knowing she was going to curse herself for this real soon, she pushed the chains past Mousse's pants, and pulled them down, revealing the Shampoo print boxers. She shrugged, and pulled those down, and gasped as the object of her relief rose to her vision. Wasting no further time, she pulled off her bottoms, and positioning herself over him, despite his protest and comments that she was a sick twisted bitch, impaled herself on his shaft, and immediately bit back against the sharp pain, her body shuddering violently at losing its innocence. She stood still for a moment, then started slow, grinding her hips against Mousse's small, instinctual thrust, and attempting to get a feel for the foreign thing within her body. She tried to start a rhythm, moaning as she was filled and emptied over and again. She lay her head on his shoulder, breathing hard, but satisfied. The inferno was building, but this time it would have to give out. This time she would beat the fire, and emerge... She had no way to prepare for how it felt, had no warning against its coming, it just came. Rather, Mousse came, and hard. This left Ranma screaming once more, as she reached her own peak, the feeling of hot seed filling her being too much for her to adapt to. Glazed, dizzy, and somewhat weak, Ranma got pulled off of Mousse, a wet pop sounding as his manhood hanging limp and spent was taken out of her. She sank to her knees, realization dawning on her as to what she had just done, and fought the urge to puke. [As if I didn't have enough already to worry about, now I can't even...what?] It was still there, still burning, still urging. She would have collapsed into tears if she wasn't so against crying. Taking a look into Mousse's direction, she desperately fought back even entertaining the idea of doing that again. She gathered herself up on her feet, her legs still unstable and shaky, and forced herself into Furinkan High, desperate for hot water. In the meantime, Mousse was left feeling hollow and confused, his earlier thoughts of anger gone. What was wrong with Saotome that he would sink to such perversions? ***************************** [How was he going to get out of this one? Hmmm...] Nabiki Tendo was currently inside of her own room, her homework neglected for something more interesting at the moment. What that thing was was Ranma's backpack, or rather, what was in it. It was a Chinese shirt, definitely not Ranma's, and if she was correct, was covered in cum. How she knew the substance's identity was information that's going to cost you to find out, but safe to say she knew that it was man liquid. The owner of the shirt was even less in question, being there were only so many people around Nerima with a taste for Chinese clothing. The real question she didn't know, and perhaps didn't want to know, was how it got on the shirt. She sighed, knowing what was coming up, one form or the other, and knowing once more that she had to subtly impede to save him. Then she could add it to his tab of favors. [How very appealing,] she thought blandly. She had to wonder however, just how many favors of his had she not collected on? Just how many times did she leave him dangling on a rope, and then let him skip along his merry way, completely forgetting that she could snip the thin ground from under him with a wave of her hand? And just how much energy had she put into everything involving him? Pictures, selling his time to his supposed fiancees; she'd done a lot to sell him in everyone else's direction, and never once towards her. Why? Not to put it in a sense of a relationship like that, kami knows that she would kill him after a week because of morning stress alone. But he did have some other attributes to him, things she had indeed wondered about guys for a long time. So that took care of the upcoming favor, so now Nabiki could sit back, and ponder one of her more favorite questions concerning the semi-dense martial artist: How was he going to get out of this one? ***************************** Two hours. It had been two hours since she had left the Ucchan, and Akane had still seen neither hide nor pigtail of that arrogant jerk. If he was making it a point to ignore her, then he could stuff it for all she cared; it wasn't like she didn't have better things to do. She could have taken Yuka up on her offer to go for some errands and ice cream. She could have spent her day helping with chores, or just practicing with the dummies in the dojo. Why did she bother sometimes? He didn't even appreciate the dinner he had made for him the previous evening. She could say that she cared about him, that he hadn't been seen around, but was obviously around since his father was still here, nixing the possibility of training trip. She could say that she was worried, since stopping at the Nekohanten not too long afterward, and had turned up just the same results as she had at Ukyou's restaurant, as well as a sick and sleeping Shampoo, according to what Cologne said. But then where could he be? Then an idea came to her that set her teeth on edge. Had he found another girl? Was he at this very moment, laughing it up at her discomfort and worry with yet another for his harem? That would fit to what she expected of him, the pervert. Just thinking that he was getting away with toying with her and others like that... Oh yeah, she was going to find him. And when she did, there was no amount of martial arts skill he could draw on to prevent the full scale beat down she was going to give him. New anger in heart, and fist balled at the ready, Akane Tendo continued her search, with a new, yet familiar objective in mind. ***************************** Kodachi felt good. She also felt pain, a lot of it, but she felt damn good, and for good reason too. Her darling, her wonderful pigtailed knight had at last ceased the frivolous game of hard to get and had taken her. True, the location was not choice, but still it was more than worth what she had received from him in return. He had ravaged her, taken her to a point where even she could not continue at his pace, and she now thirsted for more. It could no longer be the same between them, she had to have him, and as soon as possible. But the question now posed was how to go about it? Her lover was very popular with ladies, even though she could see that he only had eyes for her. Her usual methods would be discouraged, since she knew how he detested them, and she didn't want to do much to offend him. This called for careful planning. She giggled pleasantly, only scaring off a bird. Planning she could do, and do well. Kodachi rose, wincing a bit as muscles protested movement, and slowly, but surely, made her way back to the Kuno mansion, to plan, to rest, and to dream of when her stallion would hold her again. ***************************** He had been like this for the better part of two hours. He was still tied to the tree, and could have gotten loose by now if it wasn't for one thing, shock. The wretched Saotome had just raped him, proving himself not to be a man, but Mousse's already overworked mental capacities were fighting hard to accept what had happened about a couple of hours ago, and was still fighting. So that is what was keeping the blind boy in a catatonic state. This was also the same reason he didn't notice a person walking toward him, or who that person was. "Mousse? What happened to you?" Mousse mumbled something unintelligible. "Who did this to you?" Mousse gibbered something incoherent. "Ranma? Why would he do this?" Mousse said something incomprehensible. "He was probably picking on you again wasn't he?" The person began to seethe, letting the anger take over again. So he disappears all day, but has time to tie up Mousse in front of Furinkan? Without another word, or even some assistance to the male Amazon, Akane walked away in another direction. She would have helped him, but something said it wouldn't be a good thing to touch him at the moment, and he smelled funny too. ***************************** Ranma trudged into the Tendo household, feeling little than he felt an hour ago. The trip to Furinkan was bad enough, but with transpired inside... Ranma still couldn't believe it himself, but knew it happened from the plain fact that he was there and made it happen. Now what he was supposed to do about it he had no idea, he just knew he was not to live long afterward when Akane found out about it. He pushed those last thoughts aside for a better idea, to get a bath; he needed to feel clean after what happened today. As he made his way to his room, he became aware of another presence . He knew he looked no more disheveled than he would after a fight, so he didn't expect to be hassled too much by his father. A quiet thought came to his brain, letting him know that there had been neither hide nor hair of the panda when he came in, as he was usually playing shogi with Tendo-san by this time, but he ignored it. That fed into his surprise more when he found the middle Tendo daughter in his room. He looked tiredly at her, knowing what was building rapidly in his loins. "Finally made it home, eh?" She looked well, decked in a pair of her cutoff shorts and a sleeveless shirt which showed off her figure. Ranma promised himself to find the entity who took so much pleasure in tormenting his life and beat him to death. "Not now Nabiki, please? All I want to do is catch a bath and get some sleep." "Oh of course, I wouldn't want to interrupt something like that. I just wanted you to answer a question for me." Ranma arched an eyebrow in surprise. Of course this was going to lead to something he was going to regret, but why would Nabiki ask him something? She normally had all the answers. He looked at her with anxiety building in his eyes as she continued, her face betraying none of the calm about her. "All I want to know is what you and Shampoo did together." Shock and fear was what kept Ranma from responding smartly. "It wasn't my fault! It was Akane's doing! I never wanted to do anything to her!" Nabiki shook her head sadly. "Ranma, sometimes I wonder if you do this on purpose, making so many messes of your life. What you do is your business of course, but hasn't anyone ever taught you to destroy the evidence?" She held up the evidence in question, Shampoo's shirt, with his semen drying on it. How much?" He asked tiredly. "Well," she stood as if calculating something in her head, and then walked over to him, and took his hand, oblivious to the shivers that ran through them. "First this has to go in the wash, and then so do you. When you're done, come to my room, and well talk about a price." Ranma flinched at the hungry look in the girl's eyes, but did as he was told. Needless to say that his body was more than aware of her, and was burning to a tune he was now all too familiar with. About an hour later, a clean Ranma Saotome took his washed shirt from the dryer, threw it in his room, and headed to Nabiki's room in resignation, his body still burning for excitement. Nabiki was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed, and with a bored expression on her face. She motioned him to close her door, then leaned back on the bed. Ranma did not look at what the position did to her breasts as they jiggled for a second, then stood still. "The way I see this, you couldn't be brave enough, or even stupid enough to do this on your own, so spill it." Nabiki sat up and propped her head in her hands. "What happened that made you put the moves on her?" "I told you it's Akane's fault. Her food did this." Nabiki looked at him for a long moment, then simply shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about that. But in the meantime, we have a bit of payment to discuss for services rendered." Ranma looked at her with lust filled in his eyes, but fought down. It was easier than before with some of the pressure from earlier gone, but it was slowly gaining in power. Nabiki looked at the comical concentrated look on his face. "I wonder if I can get that formula from Akane, I could make a mint with that kind of reaction." She smirked and crossed her arms underneath her breast, and her smile broadened at the results. "I am the reason for those reactions, aren't I Ranma-kun?" Without waiting for a response, she stood up from the bed and walked over to him, swiveling her hips every step of the way. She came close up on him, grabbed his crotch through his pants, and felt the hardness of his manhood. It sent shivers through her, not that she allowed that to be seen. She was going to be in complete control of this entire scene. No doubt he could put her against the wall or bed and take her if he wanted, but she knew that he wouldn't, no matter what he was drugged on. Ranma gasped at the touch, and Nabiki put a finger to his lips. She was more than amused at his look, which put the deer caught in headlights to shame. "Well Saotome, from this point everything you do is going to be on my say so, is that understood?" The boy looked even more panicked. "What if someone comes in?" "Akane's still out looking for you, Daddy and Mr. Saotome are out to a bar, which means they won't be back until the morning. Kasumi-neechan went to the market, so it's just you and me." She nibbled his ear, and smiled mentally as he shivering. Ranma was very much wishing for death to swiftly strike him down and end his suffering. Everything he had done to this point was going to hit the proverbial fan, and here he was adding more to a well blazing inferno. Of course every hormone, especially the food-affected ones, wanted no more than continue to allow Nabiki to seduce him, and of course he wanted to stop it. He was stuck however with two very real problems, what she might do as a result, and the fact that the fire was building stronger than his willpower. [He'd be better off as clay,] she mused as she stroked his length, then tucked her hand in his pants to feel the flesh directly. [There's no way I can't not take advantage of this and mold him to what I want for the moment.] Taking the hand not currently playing with his manhood, she stroked his chest through his shirt. She suddenly stopped, and walked back over to her bed. She turned her back to his face, undoing the fastener and hooking a finger to each side, pulled her shorts down, revealing light green panties and a firm butt to Ranma. Though she stayed bent over with her hands on her bed, she turned her head to see Ranma's expression, and almost collapsed into a fit of laughter. The boy's shaft was nearly bursting out of his pants, and he looked like he was cured of his curse for all the happiness on his face. He was grinning like an idiot, with drool forming at the corner of his mouth. "Why sit there staring at me when you can do much better by touching me?" She purred at him. That immediately snapped him out of his stupor, and he shrunk back away from her. Nabiki frowned, and sat up facing him. "Either come here and sit, or this can be done the hard way." Ranma shook his head, as once more he was defeated by the urges, and with a little aid from an expert blackmailer. ***************************** The day had been hard and more troubling than usual, especially concerning her worries for a certain pigtailed martial artist. Now all she wanted was a nice bath, and maybe a nap. Kasumi was usually not one to think of herself before others, but with the others gone and her daily chores finished, she figured she could afford it. She had set down the groceries for dinner, a simple dish that would please everyone, and went upstairs to her room. There, she took off her clothes, gathered her toiletries, donned a robe, and went to the furo. She actually had gotten three steps from her room when she heard it. She blushed profusely. Was that a girl's moan? What was going on? Kasumi debated mentally on seeing who it was and ignoring it on the premise that it might actually be Ranma and Akane fooling with each other, again. It was curiosity that won out, and made Kasumi tip toe in house slippers to determine the source of the noise. Finding out the source of the sounds was Nabiki's room was the first shocker. Creaking the door open to see her younger sister giving some guy a lap dance in nothing but her panties was the second. The over the hill heart attack was seeing the telltale pigtail in her view. Kasumi stepped away from the view of the erotic scene, and tried to slow her pounding heart. Nabiki and Ranma? It had to be some sort of mistake, her little sister wasn't interested in him that way. She couldn't possibly... The loud wail of Nabiki's climax pierced Kasumi's ears, and rattled her thoughts. This couldn't be allowed to continue. It would break poor Akane's heart to walk in and see her fiancee in her sister's hands. She had too... Another moan froze Kasumi in fear, and possibly excitement. Of course she would stop them, just as soon as she got the courage to overrun her sense of embarrassment to go in there. ***************************** Ranma moaned in agony. She had stripped, she looked sexy, and she had pushed him to the bed. Then she began the most teasing lap dance of all time. She refused to let him do more than hold her by the hips as she ground against his more than painful erection, and he was now going insane. All he could do however was just sit there and take it, while she got off on it. After her orgasm, which he still wasn't sure how she managed to achieve, she had climbed off him and stared at the hot stickiness between her legs, smirking. "Well, isn't this a mess?" She pulled the panties down, leaving herself completely naked in front of a fully clothed and frustrated Saotome. "I'm sure you can do something about this." Ranma muttered about the unfairness of it all, but complied. He didn't really have any problem with it, it was just there was something he wanted very much to get rid of at the moment. Taking the initiative, he grabbed her while she was standing, and placed her on her desk, knocking a couple of items off of it in the process. She was still trying to catch her breath when he started on her left thigh, lapping all of the inner juices with his tongue. She squirmed and fidgeted under his assault as he switched thighs, and at the same time, trying to get some sort of revenge by avoiding lapping her petals for as long as possible. He might have even gotten away with it if he didn't work his way up, and then pass it. She frowned, and pushed the top of his head back to the aforementioned point. He groaned, but set to work on her climax, licking at her labia, nibbling at the lips, and sucking at the hole. He prodded at her insides with his tongue, and suckled her juices as she rubbed her pelvis against his face. Still, all he could really think of was release, and how he needed it more than anything else at the moment. He worked a hand to her folds, and his other around his shaft, figuring that even as slow as it might be, it was much better than he was getting. Nabiki would have stopped him, but she currently couldn't think straight, or keep a focused thought in her head long enough with the job Ranma was doing on her. She squeezed her breast, pinching the right nipple, and her mouth was forming a perfect little 'O'. She spasmed suddenly as Ranma bit her clitoris gently, but repeatedly. Ranma had enough, and was going to get her off so he could focus on himself. Summoning enough chi, he pushed Nabiki into the same sudden and savage multiple orgasm that he did to himself and Kodachi, courtesy of the Amaguriken technique. Nabiki's scream was near primal, and she slumped against her wall, while Ranma cleaned up her flow of honey as fast as he could. It turned out to be too much for him, the pressure pounding through his veins, the scents in the air, Nabiki's moans, the lone hand torturing him when he had a beautiful garden before him. He had to have her, immediately. That thought in mind, he hefted the dazed girl to her bed, and began to strip. He lay on top of her, resting his weight on the palm of his left hand, and positioned himself, only to have her legs clamp shut as Nabiki came back to her senses. "Sorry Saotome, but that's not for you. Not unless you plan on taking what comes with it." Truth be told, Nabiki was slightly frightened. She knew at this point, if it were anyone else, this would have been converted from her pleasure, to her rape case, as she would not be able to stop him if he really wanted to get between her legs. Her other instincts, rather, hormones, were screaming to let the man in her, but she refused to listen. She knew how far she wanted this to go, and that point had been passed three orgasms ago. She slid from under Ranma, who collapsed to the bed whimpering, and went to put on her panties, when she finally noticed something about the doorway. She noticed that it was open, and open wide. She also noticed her elder sister standing there with an expression of displeasure on her face. Nabiki's pleased look fell, and she muttered the only thing she could, faced with such a situation. "Shit." "Nabiki! H-how could you? Y-you shouldn't have done this!" Nabiki really did feel bad at the moment, but couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's stuttering and blushing face, that still managed to look displeased at the same time. The scolding was halted however, with a groan from Ranma that made them both shiver. He was still on the bed, still naked, and now with a slight paleness about him as he feverishly worked himself to anything close to an orgasm. Kasumi rushed over to him, while Nabiki raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Maybe she had teased him a bit far? "Ranma-kun, are you okay?" "I need release, please," he said through labored breaths. "If I can get that, I'll never ask for another thing in my life." He gazed at the eldest Tendo though hazy vision, and barely made out her frightened and embarrassed face. After a moment of more of his groaning however, she looked away from his face, and began fiddling with the sash to her robe. Nabiki's jaw hit the floor as her sister, after turning from Ranma's gaze and nodding blushing even more than she was, started to get undressed. The girl, or woman, had dropped the robe to the floor and was pulling off the slip underneath when Nabiki shook off her surprise and stopped her. "Oneechan, what are you doing?" "Poor Ranma, he's suffering." That seemed to sum it up in short for her, so she continued to undress, pulling off the slip, revealing white cotton panties and matching bra, which also came off. She took a shaky hand, and inserted a finger in herself, pulling it out and studying it for a moment. She then frowned, the determined fire in her in her eyes dimming somewhat, and the earlier anxiety returning. Nabiki watched, already three light years passed belief at what her sister was about to do. Save for Akane, and only including her on life or death situations, she didn't think someone would go that far for him save for the other fiancees he had. It was also easy to guess why she had basically checked herself just now. Of course if she was still a virgin, she was in for some pain, and that was a thought she definitely could not stomach well. Kasumi began taking steps toward the beyond aroused boy lying on Nabiki's bed with trepidation, each step punctuated by Ranma's whimpering. She swallowed her nervousness, got on the bed, and positioned herself over Ranma. She looked at the boy's pained expression, his pale face, and then down toward the pulsing shaft that was tickling her outer lips. Kasumi gathered the last of her nerve for such a brash move, and lost it with a hand touched her on the shoulder. Nabiki sighed as her sister turned to look at her. "This isn't the way to do this. You're gonna hurt yourself, and I can't have that, especially with this mess." She quirked her eyebrow as a nagging thought came back to her, and she gave it voice. "Why would you concede to this anyway? It really doesn't really seem you." Kasumi reddened, remembering back to her earlier endeavor. It spread into a full body blush. "I...know sort of what poor Ranma-kun is going through right now." She shifted down and sat at Ranma's knees. His constant squirming made her flushed, but she couldn't help but notice herself missing the slight pressure against the opening of her asoko. She took his member in her hand, and licked at the tip for a moment, then took some of the length in her mouth, as her sister watched in slack-jawed amazement. Ranma moaned once more, this time in pleasure. He was surprised at the fact that Kasumi had him in her mouth, which was warm and inviting. At the same time it was because of his weakness and failure to overcome his sickness that she had him in her mouth. He was also surprisingly happy that he was in Kasumi's mouth. He looked at her head bobbing up and down on his, taking more and more of his length in until she was almost deep-throating him, using her tongue to run up the side of it, and then bobbing back down again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, but more in frustration than in ecstasy. It was a wonderful feeling, but he still couldn't sense his desired release. What would it take for him to get off? And how long would this continue? He knew for a fact that the next time he saw Akane, or even his father, he was screwed, but what was he to do? Would this stuff ever clear out of his system? "Ah!" Kasumi pulled away from the slick shaft at the sudden feeling of invasion in her lower regions. Both she and Ranma turned their heads at once to look at Nabiki, who was now using her left hand to stroke Kasumi's breast, and her right to prod around her velvet box. Kasumi shivered under the attention, looking at her sister in confusion. "Nabiki?" She shrugged, hiding well hiding the grimace of self-loathing she felt at the moment. Lesbian and bisexual were two words that were definitely not in her vocabulary; she thought equally as much for her usually conservative elder sibling, but she could hear the whimpering of another in the room besides Ranma. She had started almost immediately after she started touching him, and she had indeed heard, despite how low the sounds were. Figuring an eye for an eye, she went about the task of relieving her sister. ***************************** Well, I sat here for a good moment, doing my best to decide where I was going to end it, and came to the conclusion that if I'm going to leave everyone with a real cliffhanger, I could start by chopping the ground about here. This has been so far the most difficult chapter to write, but thankfully we're beyond the halfway point. Many, many thanks go Hpackrat for constantly nagging me about this until I got off my lazy bum and finished it from where it sat about a half a year ago. Four down, two to go, ne? Special thanks goes to Kichigai and Thomas Hackwood for gracefully taking the story, slashing it into tiny pieces, and displaying the remains for me to put it back together. Without you guys, you'd have to be drunk in order for this chapter to be coherent. Hmm... not a bad idea. Also, I'm more than certain that a good portion of you are wondering what happened to Ranma in the school, or what transpired with Kasumi on her way to the market. That will be done in a side story, mainly because I did not feel up to writing four consecutive sex scenes in one chapter. It gives me that much more time to be creative with it. Well, back to the hack I go. C&C, flames, praises, replies, even a hidy hi can be sent to me through KMurasaki@Hotmail.com. See you at the conclusion folks!