---Summary---

	Genma takes Ranma to China at an early age, about ten or eleven. This is 
partially for martial arts training and partially his latent homosexual urges 
that need to be kept secret from Nodoka (and her really sharp steel). He loses 
Ranma in the wilderness and is captured for petty larceny, Ranma is subsequently 
taken in by 'Madame Gao' and is trained in the pleasuring arts. Now twenty-one, 
he returns to Japan as a master of ki manipulation, able to turn his lustful 
feelings into a potent energy source. After being hired by Chisato Mizuno, he 
becomes hopelessly entangled with the destinies of the Sailor Senshi. He accepts 
Dr. Tofu's old practice and tries to seduce Kasumi. He then encounters the 
vampire Carmilla Inaho Carmille and becomes a vampire himself. After feeding off 
his mother and Ryouga Hibiki's mother, Kaori, he journeys to the Masaki Shrine 
and visits his grandfather, Yosho. While there he releases Ryoko from her prison 
and meets his cousin Tenchi, a pretty brunette. He returns home after meeting 
Aeka and Sasami and finds the Outers at his doorstep. Afterwards he journeys to 
El-Hazard at the behest of Alielle to save Princess Rune Venus from her sexual 
frustration. In the process he ends up bedding Afura Mann, Shayla, and Diva 
effectively becoming the King of the Bugrom. After returning to Florestica he 
does Rune over well and marries her. Together they have Makoto Mizuhara 
construct a dimensional doorway between the palace and Ranma's clinic. Then he 
flies to England with Minako, Setsuna, Makoto, and Ryoko. Once there he meets 
Alucard of the Hellsing Organization, fights the Iscariot operative Winfield 
Teras Isolude, and royally fucks the head of the Royal Order of Religious 
Knights. Now back in Japan, he prepares for the arrival of his mother and Tenchi 
who were helping Nobuyuki settle in at the Masaki Shrine...

---Disclaimer---

	Neither Eric nor I own the rights to Ranma 1/2, Sailor Moon, Master of 
Mosquiton, El-Hazard, Hellsing, Tenchi Muyo!, Darkstalkers, Sakura Diaries, King 
of Fighters, Inu-Yasha, Neon Genesis Evangelion, or Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040. 
Nor Love Hina, Street Fighter, Fushigi Yugi, Devil Hunter Yohko, Yuu Gen Kai 
Sya, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Project A-Ko, All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku 
Nuku, Oh! My Goddess!, Bastard!!!, Outlanders, Nadesico or Vandread. Whew! That 
was a mouthful! Anyway, all these characters belong to their respective 
copyright holders.

---Authors' Notes---

Suekeiichi Kaiton
Ta da!!! This is now a mega-crossover!

Eric Freedman
Ta da! Ranma's gonna screw every woman in the multiverse!

---Title---

Juraian 1/2 Breed: Chapter 1
Being the fourth part of the '1/2 saga'
By Dr. Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction)
And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout)

---Flashback: Masaki Shrine, Okayama several days ago---

	"...Do you understand?" Yosho was sitting cross-legged in the shrine 
office, glasses set down by his side on the floor and long black hair cascading 
down the back of his pure white robe. He appeared to be a young man in his 
twenties, clean of adolescent acne and lean from proper exercise, but his eyes 
were ancient with hidden secrets of long life. No matter how smooth his face 
was, his eyes were old beyond measure and reflected the wisdom of a thousand 
years. His eyes were closed at the moment as Ranma sat across from him.

	Dressed in tan slacks and a deep blue shirt with a button-down collar oven 
at the neck, he was breathing deep and powerfully as twin tendrils of black and 
white dueled in front of his sightless eyes. His eyes flashed open suddenly and 
the opposing threads of light burst into endless motes of ethereal power that 
floated and dissipated in the darkness. "I understand."

	"I will name you Crown Prince of the Royal Family even though you are only 
one-eighth Juraian, for I see no way that Tenchi can acclimatize herself to such 
a status." Yosho opened his eyes and a light burned behind them.

	"In turn I will name her for my Empress."

	"Correct, for she can command more power than you because she is three-
sevenths Juraian. She can summon the full Wings of the Light Hawk which makes 
her perfect for your Wife of the Shield and Captain of the Guard." The elder man 
stood up and opened the sliding door looking down the hill. Far away in the 
distant night there was a flash of brilliant light and for an instant an immense 
shape was visible against the starry sky. "Do you feel that, Ranma?"

	"What is it? It looks like lightning but I can feel it hitting...it's 
weird." The pupil stood beside the master and his flesh tingled with each blast. 
"Is that...Juraian power?"

	Yosho turned away. "A patrolling ship may have sensed Ryoko's life signs 
and come down to capture or investigate. This is very odd...this quadrant of 
space is under isolation by Jurai and Ryoko's Galaxy police record would have 
expired by now. Ranma do you think you can go and find out what is going on?" He 
placed a hand on the shoulder of the young man, his grandson.

	"You mean use the Light Hawk Wings? Sure, I can handle it no problem." 
Ranma smirked at the old man's misgivings; apparently he was unaware of Ranma's 
own ki manipulation techniques, compared to his original powers controlling 
Juraian energy was nothing.

	"Good. I have a feeling that Tenchi is in danger. Take care of my 
granddaughter, Ranma." With that Yosho walked back inside as Ranma was suddenly 
overcome by a capricious wind and shot up into the sky in black Juraian battle 
armor. No sooner had he reached optimum elevation then he rocketed off with the 
power of the Light Hawk Wings towards the disturbance.

---Okayama---

	"Just give me your balls, please." Ryoko tossed off the sheets from 
Tenchi's bed and stretched. The fact that she was completely naked was not lost 
on the brunette.

	"Uh...excuse me but in case you hadn't noticed I'm a girl!" Tenchi blushed 
as the extraterrestrial stood and her lush chest bounced enticingly with each 
subtle movement of her arms. "C-could you please put some clothes on?"

	"Why? It's just us girls here...unless it's turning you on..." Ryoko's 
eyes flattened seductively as she slinked over to her quarry who was still 
grasping the Master Key in a death grip. "Ooh! What a possibility! You were 
looking at us for a very long time back in the cave."

	"N-no! I wasn't l-looking at _you_!!!" Tenchi waved her arms in front of 
her to ward off the advancing predator.

	A vein bulged on Ryoko's forehead.

	"Are you saying I'm not sexy enough to attract other women? Are you saying 
my tits are saggy from seven-hundred years worth of imprisonment? Huh? Is that 
what you're saying!?!"

	"No! No! No! That's not what I'm saying at all! I'm sure someone like you 
could attract the best lesbians in the world if you tried!" Tenchi took a moment 
to think about that one just because of its sheer ludicrously before she noticed 
that Ryoko was waiting impatiently for her to continue. "Er...I was...ah...just-
"

	"Looking at the size of Ranma's cock?"

	"Yes! I mean no! Wait a minute...uh, okay, yeah I guess so."

	"So you're thinking of stealing away my Ranma?" Ryoko created an energy 
sword from her right hand and held the tip threateningly at Tenchi. It was 
giving off such heat that Tenchi could feel her skin begin to dry because of the 
close contact. "You'd better get that idea right outta your head there, chicken 
legs, Ranma's mine!"

	"I wasn't saying that, really! All I meant was that I'm not attracted to 
you sexually or anything."

	"So you're saying I'm not sexy enough?"

	"No! I'm not saying that! Didn't we just go over this!" She was beginning 
to sweat from the energy weapon present beneath her chin. She licked her lips 
nervously.

	"You know," Ryoko lowered the blade, "you're kinda cute when you're 
flustered, Tenchi-chan!" Tenchi promptly face-faulted. "But that's not the 
point! I need the red jewels embedded in the sword." The brunette heir of Yosho 
pulled herself off the floor and looked dubiously at the wrought sword still in 
her hand.

	"This thing?" She held it up.

	"Yup! Without those gems I can't access all my powers."

	"...Can't access all your powers, huh?" A grin spread across her face.

	Ryoko looked warily at her opponent and crossed her arms. "What are you 
smiling about?" Tenchi looked abashed and twirled the hilt in her hand.

	"Well...if I don't give you any of these gems then you don't have any more 
power, do you?" Ryoko's pointed ears flattened like those of a cat. She began to 
look nervous. "And you did just destroy most of my school, you know." The space 
pirate developed a panicked look and began shifting her eyes uncomfortably. She 
also began to fidget.

	"Uh yeah, so what are you getting at?" Tenchi smiled, convinced of her 
superiority in the argument now, and pressed the rounded hilt to her lips. She 
looked up at her ceiling fan as if deep in thought. Ryoko had a very bad feeling 
about this...

	"What I'm getting at is this: what will you give me for your gems?"

	Ryoko gave her a flat-eyed stare.

	"This is mean and cruel you know."

	"Hmm...and chasing me through my school with an energy sword wasn't?"

	Ryoko growled. "Hmph! I don't have to do anything for you! I don't need my 
gems that much!"

	"Oh really?" Unfortunately, neither Tenchi nor Ryoko heard the slow 
rumbling produced as a class A Juraian battle cruiser fell from the stratosphere 
and aimed it's multitude of ion cannons at Ryoko's location. "I guess I'll just 
throw them out...seeing as no one's going to use them..."

---Above---

	"Fire a warning shot."

	"But princess, you just told us not to fire."

	"That is an order!"

---Below---

	"What the hell was that!?!" Ryoko flew to the window and peered out just 
as another barrage threw her back at Tenchi. The night was burned by the ion 
cannons into day as the window glass shattered and followed the space pirate, 
blanketing them both in razor-sharp shards.

	"What's going on!? What was that explosion?" Tenchi pulled herself out 
from underneath Ryoko and rushed to the broken window. What she beheld was a 
massive construction of wood and glass, a floating boat of curves and circular 
guns all trained on her house. "What is that!?"

	"It's a Juraian warship, the Ryu-Oh. It's probably looking for me." Ryoko 
floated smugly by the door, oblivious to the yelling and screaming of Nodoka and 
Nobuyuki on the other side.

	"Well why don't you do something before we all get vaporized!? Huh? Why 
aren't you doing anything!?" Tenchi ran over and grabbed the cyan-haired woman, 
pulling her back down to the floor. "What are you doing?"

	As an answer the space pirate smiled so broadly that her pointed incisors 
were visible. "I can't do a thing without my gems." Tenchi pulled her short 
brown hair and screamed in frustration but knew she had lost. "If you were to 
give them to me...well, then I may be able to do something."

	"Fine, fine..."

	"Okay! Let's get started!" Ryoko moved the half-terran to stand in front 
of her with the sword hilt pointing towards her.

	"So what do I do?"

	"You just concentrate on willing the gems back to me. Think something like 
'I want to give Ryoko back her gems'." The alien closed her eyes and waited to 
feel the power course through her body once more. Soon enough a warm feeling 
began to suffuse her body, as if she were dipped into a hot bath, each 
individual hair on her body standing on end for one perfect moment before it 
ebbed. "Huh? That was it?" She looked at the sword hilt and found two of her 
gems still embedded in the Juraian woodcraft. "Hey! What gives?"

	"I'm not that stupid, Ryoko, I know the stories about you. If I gave you 
back all your power you'd turn around and try to destroy everything." Tenchi 
looked particularly pleased with herself for thinking so far ahead. "Now do 
something!" That panicked expression leaped back on to her features as another 
explosion rocked the house.

	"Well, I guess it'll do." Ryoko stretched her arm out to the ceiling (or 
what was left of it after seven blasts of ionization pulses) and cried out in a 
loud tone. "Come to me, Ryo-Ohki!"

---Several miles away---

	Ranma was cruising swiftly across the cityscape on his way to the centre 
of the disturbance when a sharp cry of 'MEOW' echoed off the concrete buildings. 
Stopping dead and spinning in the air, his flowing tassels twirling and wrapping 
around the hard bracers of his outfit, he saw a shining dot of light speed 
forward from the Masaki Shrine and rocket past him towards the Juraian craft. 
That couldn't be a good sign...

	Resuming his cruising speed he kept pace with the crystalline space craft 
until it abruptly stopped directly below the Ryu-Oh as the larger battleship 
fired another volley at the city below. He was almost upon the two when a beam 
of light lanced from the underside of Ryo-Ohki and pierced the roof of a house. 
Flying faster then, Ranma was able to catch a glimpse of Ryoko tugging a 
wiggling Tenchi into the corridor of light just before both began to levitate up 
into the ship.

	Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he powered-down and 
allowed the Juraian armor to melt away, leaving him in the same tan chinos and 
blue shirt he'd left the shrine wearing. Landing easily on a nearby apartment 
building roof, he shifted a small amount of ki into his legs before springing 
off in a mighty bound. It was sheer luck that the tractor beam caught him and 
pulled him up behind the duo as the doors to Ryo-Ohki shut tightly and the house 
below was bathed in green light.

	"Okay, Ryo-Ohki! It's been a while, hasn't it? Hope you aren't rusty 'cuz 
we have an escape to make!" Ryoko strode quickly to the front(?) of the circular 
chamber and a pair of orbs rose from the mirrored floor into her hands. With a 
harsh cry of 'YAHOO!' Ryoko spun the ship around in the most vertigo-inducing 
way possible and shot off in the direction of the Masaki Shrine.

	"Don't you think we should be moving faster, Ryoko?" Tenchi was on all 
fours trying desperately to keep herself off the floor and her lunch inside her 
stomach. Outside ion bolts rained down on the hull of the ship which caused it 
to shake and jostle the occupants. "Can't you do anything better? I thought you 
said this thing was fast!"

	"It _was_ fast, Tenchi-chan, but old Ryo-Ohki's low on fuel at the moment 
and she just woke up...I'd cut her some slack if I were you." Neither of the 
girls (women?) had noticed their third passenger yet. Ryoko thumbed back at one 
of the displays next to the brunette. "Sorry 'bout it, but I had to shrink your 
house before we went...didn't want anything to happen to it while we were away."

	Tenchi looked at the flattened representation of her house on the monitor, 
seeing for the first time two squished people out on the lawn. "Dad! Auntie 
Nodoka! Ohh...this isn't good..."

	"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?!" Ranma walked up to Ryoko and 
pulled her by the shoulder away from the controls. "What the hell do you think 
you're doing!? What the hell is the Juraian cruiser doing hunting you anyway?" 
Ryoko pulled away from his hand and turned back to the controls just in time to 
dodge a guardian mine.

	"You got me. I'm just trying to get my gems back from the shy goose over 
there when they just opened fire." She pulled the control spheres sharply to the 
left and the ship rolled over twice to fend off more energy bolts. "Gotta try to 
get to the Old Man, maybe he can talk some sense into them..." Ranma turned away 
towards Tenchi only to find the brunette in the middle of a wooden log.

	"Ranma! Help me!" She was hitting it with Sword Tenchi but it was having 
no effect and she was slowly being sucked into the body of the thing. Ryoko 
looked over.

	"Shit! Guardians of Jurai! Take care of them for me, huh, Ranma?" The Ryu-
Oh was quickly gaining on the smaller ship. "We're almost there."

	Ranma used a wall of ki to knock the first one, a log with a blue marking 
painted on it's front, back against the circular viewscreen. The other, this one 
having a red marking, having finished digesting Tenchi, fired a bolt of 
lightning at the martial artist. "Fuck! These things've got energy weapons! 
Anything else I should know about them, Ryoko?" Dead silence greeted his query 
as he jumped over three more blasts. "Ryoko?" He turn around just in time to see 
Ryoko's fingers grasping feebly at thin air as one of the logs ingested her. 
"Damn it! Damn it! What am I supposed to do now?"

	"Surrender." Azaka answered from his side before erecting a force shield 
around the particularly wild and ferocious quarry. "Commencing pressurization."

	It was the last thing that Ranma heard before blackness overtook him.

---Later---

	"...wake u-...wake up...Wake up you cursed demon!" Ryoko's eyes fluttered 
open at the last, her gaze taking in a woman looking about the same age as her, 
with long purple hair dressed in a mauve robe. By the haughty and arrogant look 
on the stranger's face, Ryoko knew she had to be Juraian Royalty. "Good, you are 
awake you vile creature. I have a few questions."

	"You can stuff your questions, princess, I ain't gonna tell you anything!" 
Ryoko tried to break her bonds but it seemed that the guardians on either side 
of her were producing a null-space. Aeka sighed and gestured to Azaka and 
Kamidake.

	As a result, Juraian energy crackled across Ryoko's body, causing her to 
scream in pain. She continued screaming for several minutes until the princess 
gestured for them to stop. Her hair smoking from the voltage, Ryoko sagged 
heavily in the guardian's grip. Aeka stepped closer and held up the sword.

	"Where did the Earthling get Sword Tenchi? How did she get it?" Aeka's 
breath smelled of violets as it blew across the cyan woman's face, the smell of 
it almost cutting through the immense pain she was in at the moment. She decided 
to lie. Maybe Ranma would have better luck.

	"I don't know, why don't you ask Tenchi?" She managed to cough out.

	"You want me to ask the sword?" Aeka looked at the wrought hilt in her 
hand, bearing the same markings and design as her headband. "Why would I do 
that, Ryoko."

	"Forgot the sword...no...ask the girl, her name's Tenchi. Ask Ranma 
too...'cuz I don't know anything." She sagged back again and felt the pain begin 
to diminish, apparently her healing factor was still in tip-top shape.

	"I will ask you only one more question, Ryoko, before I send you down to 
the prison. Where is my brother Yosho?" There was a shade of honesty in Aeka's 
face when she asked that, an afterimage of caring and hope behind the flinty 
eyes that would have no trouble seeing her fry again. Against her better 
judgement Ryoko responded.

	"Better ask Ranma...he'd probably know."

	Aeka seemed to take the information as truth and ordered her guardians to 
send her down to the brig.

	As they left, Aeka fell to the soft layer of grass and began to weep. Her 
tears fell amongst the blades of grass and soil a she pounded on the ground with 
Sword Tenchi. It wasn't fair, she reasoned, that the demon Ryoko could not be 
punished for the murder of countless Juraians during her assault and the 
supposed death of her half-brother Yosho. Yosho, her beloved. It wasn't fair 
that she finally track Ryoko all the way to this dead end planet in the middle 
of nowhere only to have no clue as to what became of her brother. She stayed 
like that for many minutes, crying and sobbing on the cut grass of the bridge 
while her sister made three new friends.

	"Okay, so let me get this straight. If I agree to get this 'master key' 
thing from your sister then you'll let us go?" Ranma was standing behind the 
woven net of hard tree branches as Sasami played with her little pet that looked 
remarkably like a ferret. He'd been talking with the little girl for the past 
forty-five minutes.

	"Uh huh! If you can do it then I'll let you go back down to Earth." She 
giggled when she thought about what her sister would do when she found him 
sneaking around. "Is it a deal?"

	"What do you think, Ryoko?" He turned to the cell next to his on the 
palatial expanse of soft grass and plants that made up the Ryu-Oh's brig.

	"I say go for it...can't see the harm."

	"Tenchi?"

	"Go for it, Ranma. I don't particularly like the idea of staying in here 
for the rest of my life." The brunette was obviously not adjusting to the idea 
of capture, Juraians, spaceships or imprisonment very well. "Just hurry please?"

	"Okay, Sasami-chan, you have a deal." He put his hand through the branches 
and enclosed her petite hand in his. She waved her hand and the cage twisted to 
allow him out. Ranma walked through the partition warily, as if expecting the 
cage to close around him. Perhaps the whole 'deal' was this kid's idea of a 
sadistic joke?

	"What are you waiting for? C'mon, Ranma!" She urged him out and he 
hesitantly stepped through. "Follow me...my sister just went to bed." He looked 
back at his two compatriots, eagerly awaiting his return and followed the little 
girl through the brush.

---Later---

	It had taken long enough but Ranma was finally at Aeka's chambers which 
ended up looking very much like a park with a cottage nestled into the forest. 
His feet hurt just a tad from tramping across roots and fields on his way from 
one end of the ship to the other. He was crouched with Sasami behind a 
particularly low bush overlooking the hut. There were no lights on inside.

	"Aeka must be asleep already."

	"So I only have to grab this Master Key and come back?"

	Sasami looked at him impatiently. "Would you just go?"

	"Okay, okay...jeez." Ranma stood from the brush and looked cautiously 
around before stepping out into the darkened wood. All around were thick trunks 
of trees that resembled Guardians and at every step he thought he heard 
movements in the shadows. Still, it was only a quick walk to the hut with its 
open door and Ranma made it easy, slipping in quietly among the shadows. Peering 
into the sleeping chamber from the foyer, he could faintly make out the sleeping 
lump of Aeka in the middle of her wide round bed. She was sleeping on her back.

	Steeling himself for guardians or invisible forcefields, he leapt to the 
foot of her bed and breathed a sigh of relief as no alarms blared from the 
ceiling. Tip-toeing to the bolster he let his eyes adjust to the low light 
before proceeding but no sooner had his vision cleared then he felt his breath 
catch in his throat.

	Lying there on the sheets and mattress was a vision of beauty, a delicate 
flower of womanhood with long silky tresses of purple. Moving closer he 
estimated her breast size to be a C-cup and lifted the blanket covering her with 
a gust of ki. She was wearing a thin chemise that looked to be made to resemble 
the folds of papyrus, layered at both the hem and over her chest.

	And since he was there anyway...

	Tossing the useless sheet aside he revealed her sleeping form in all her 
natural beauty. He quickly removed his clothing and folded them neatly on a 
nearby chair. Gently setting himself down on the mattress he positioned himself 
on all fours at her feet. She was beginning to fidget a bit in her sleep and in 
the process she opened her slim legs a little bit, just enough for Ranma to 
confirm that she wore no panties to bed. There it was, her vertical smile 
smirking at him from under its bed of coarse teal hair? Teal? She must dye...but 
that was not a matter for Ranma to pass judgement upon, rather he was just 
looking for a bit of fun before his departure.

	Reaching out he placed his hand on her belly, feeling the soft rise and 
fall of her breath, and slowly ran it up the satin fabric to her breast. Giving 
the mammary a playful squeeze and confirming it's fluidic pliancy, he moved 
further up and unclasped the gown at the throat, his fingers pressing gently 
into her neck for the briefest of moments. She moaned from the contact and 
rolled on her side, pulling her legs up into a fetal position. This just made 
Ranma's view of her sex all the better as the positioning made the outer lips 
spread slightly and reveal a virginal pink interior. Grasping the soft throat of 
the cloth he slowly tugged the material down off her nude form, careful not to 
make any sudden movements that might awaken the princess. Rolling her so that 
she was lying on her back was slightly move tricky, but still comparatively 
easily accomplished by hands of ki and the gentlest of prodding.

	His mouth was beginning to water at the prospects of having a supple, 
virginal, unconscious girl asleep before him. Whispering his hands across her 
skin the thick digits found the raised aureoles of her breasts and teased the 
nipples erect. As he tweaked and stroked the engorged points Aeka began to moan 
and thrash in her sleep.

	"...yosho..." She whispered as his tongue snaked around her breast. As his 
suckling became harder and more insistent she moaned louder, calling out to her 
dream lover.

	Yosho, hmm? Ranma thought as he played with her chest. I guess she's the 
fiancˇe Yosho ran away from all those years ago, but he disappeared from Jurai 
seven-hundred years ago! How could she still be this young? Ranma sucked at her 
teat once more hard and was rewarded with a liquid expulsion of moisture from 
her sex, squirted out in unconscious climax across the sheets between her legs. 
I guess it isn't so odd...just look at Ryoko...

	"...yosho...I want it...all of it..." Ranma's fingers slid down her satiny 
skin and fluffed the tuft of azure hair marking her sex. She obviously didn't 
shave at all and a soft bed of curls met his hand as it ventured further down. 
Said hair was already matted and dripping from her recent orgasm. Already a 
puddle was forming there, thick clear fluid dribbling from her font of 
reproduction and staining the white sheets.

	He licked the cum from his fingers and marveled at the taste, the sour-
sweetness tempered by lilacs? He dipped once more to be sure and the second 
sample tasted the same. His curiosity now piqued, he brought his nose down to 
her crotch and sniffed experimentally about her vulva. Yes, there was a definite 
scent of flowers about and he was sure it came from within her. Indeed it was a 
mystery to ponder...

	Well, he reasoned, I may as well partake of this flower since Yosho 
certainly isn't. The thought of his grandfather engaged in any kind of sexual 
act almost made his erection go soft. Almost. By his position the organ was 
jutting proudly by her face and an extremely naughty idea formed in his head.

	"Aeka...Aeka..." He cooed into her ear, watching a wave of muscle 
contractions ride through her body, her nipples stiffening to painful lengths 
and a new dribble of mucus coating the inside of her thigh. His hand cupped a 
breast while the other held his erection firm.

	"...yosho...mm...where are you?"

	"This isn't Yosho...Aeka...this is Ranma. Ranma Saotome." He licked her 
lobe and nibbled the flesh gently. She began to thrash.

	"...I want...Yosho..." She licked her lips in anticipation.

	"But I'm the only one here Aeka...the only one who can help you..."

	"Help me?"

	"Yes...I can help you in ways Yosho never dreamed." His hand reached down, 
parted the bed of pubic hair and danced across her clitoris. She moaned in 
pleasure as he slid the fleshy hood over the hard nub of nerves and teased the 
swollen bud. "What do you want me to do, Princess Aeka?"

	"...Lick me..." Her legs spread lewdly. "...Yosho..."

	"This isn't Yosho, Aeka, this is Ranma."

	"Ranma..."

	"Yes, Ranma, and he's going to make you feel real good." Brushing back his 
raven bangs he centered the focus of his cerulean eyes on the slick skin and red 
gash of flesh between her legs. Taking her legs in his hands and kneeling on the 
floor, Ranma pushed his mouth into the steamy location of her sex and went to 
work, licking her folds expertly.

	"...Ranma..."

	He moved in even closer and used his tongue to spear into her depths, 
drawing more prolonged and passionate cried to his ears as the Crown Princess of 
Jurai panted out his name with each probing lick at her insides. Honey flowed 
from her pussy and drenched his face in lotus-scented cream as her hands 
clenched the bed-linens in ecstasy at her dream lover's attention. If he could 
still read women just as well as he used to, then the princess was about to pop 
at any second.

	"Ranma!" She cried in the throws of orgasm, her abdominal muscles 
clenching terribly with the climax, a focused stream of cum shooting from the 
tight lips of her cunt and drenching Ranma's naked form. "...Ranma..." He 
quickly draped her wet and naked body with the sheet.

	"Well, now that I've had my fun, where's the Master Key?" Ranma looked at 
her dresser after replacing his clothes but found nothing save an old hair brush 
and a photograph of her as a child being held by a man he reasoned had to be 
Yosho. His gaze swept over her nightstand and there lay Sword Tenchi, its woven 
wood hilt and polished purple metal energy projector sitting clear and day on 
the glass table. Ranma reached out and held it lightly in his hand, as if 
testing the weight. "I guess I'd better return this to Tenchi." Not to mention 
use that moment to steal a few minutes alone with his mousy cousin. "Master Key, 
Master Key, Master Key, where are you?"

	"...Ranma...come back..." Aeka chose that moment to roll over in her sleep 
and the tiara she wore was highlighted by a stray beam of moonlight. "I want to 
taste you..." She licked her lips. It couldn't be that easy, Ranma reasoned, it 
just couldn't. Still...

	Ranma cursed his weak will as a hand opened his fly and pulled out his 
penis, the turgid tip half covered by a thin layer of foreskin. Aeka's body 
seemed to tense as it was revealed as if seeing the phallus in her dreamscape. 
He pulled the foreskin back to reveal the pulsing mushroom crown with a crystal 
dollop of pre-sum leaking from the tip and moved forward until the head was 
under her nose. She sniffed the cock for a few minutes before her mouth opened 
slightly; it was almost as if she were going to say something but Ranma never 
gave her the chance. No sooner did the bead of cum touch her lips than the 
entire head was engulfed by her sweet mouth.

	Aeka's innocent little wet dream, now twisted by Ranma's force of 
suggestion, was rapidly turning into a test of how far he could go before she 
awoke. The thick trunk of muscle that composed her tongue thrashed against the 
shaft wildly in her fever-dream, the rough buds running underneath the crown 
into all the sensitive places that get men off completely unaware of the effect 
she was having. He began to supplement her motions by stroking himself, wishing 
for a quick climax so he could go back to Sasami and ask what the Master Key 
looked like. In just a few moments he began to feel the burning build-up of 
semen in his testicles. Aeka's mouth was so warm and wet, her tongue swirling 
around his cock. She desperately wanted his cum, she wanted to feel it bubble up 
from the hot recesses of his loins and flood her mouth with its thick saltiness.

	Of course she had no first-hand experience with such matters but she had 
overheard the maids in the palace talking about it and had read much literature 
on the subject. Those textbooks were very clear on the amount most men emitted, 
generally two teaspoons, and emphasized the medicinal qualities of the sperm. 
Not only was semen rich in protein but certain enzymes in the seminal fluid were 
proven to aid in weight-loss.

	As she was asleep, she had no conscious thought of the semen that was 
about to coat her epiglottis. Deep within her mind the fantasy had begun with 
Yosho opening his princely robes and releasing a massive erection to slap her in 
the face. Then, unbidden, the image had changed to a tall and shadowy figure 
with an even larger endowment. It had changed to a 'Ranma Saotome', a male whose 
very presence seemed to enflame her nerve endings and set her loins ablaze in 
lust.

	Ranma groaned loudly as he ejaculated deep within her mouth, the thick 
paste splattering her teeth and sluicing down her throat as she swallowed 
Ranma's load in her dream. She guzzled down his seed greedily and the suction on 
his penis increased until he feared it might swell from her vigorous motions. He 
continued to shoot into her gaping orifice for another five minutes until her 
head turned away from the gooey crown like a baby who'd eaten enough and was 
full. Zipping up and tip-toeing past the doorway Ranma stealthily escaped back 
to the grove where Sasami sat hidden.

	"Did you get it? Hmm?" The teal-haired princess asked as Ranma reappeared 
from Aeka's cottage. He shook his head and flashed Sword Tenchi.

	"This is all I really wanted. Besides, I kind of didn't know what the 
Master Key looks like." He scratched his head in embarrassment.

	"Oh well, let's go back to the prison, Aeka'll get mad when she tries to 
interrogate you tomorrow. Come on..." With that they walked back to the elevator 
and rode it down to the brig.

---The next morning---

	Aeka awoke to a very strange feeling in her mouth. It was kind of sticky 
and somewhat bitter, but also pleasantly salty. It didn't taste bad, just very 
strange. She sat up and stretched, feeling the sheets underneath her crinkle 
from the dried fluids she'd expelled during her horrendously naughty dream last 
night. She brought the loose sheet to her nose and sniffed the tangy scent of 
her cunt. Anyway, she crossed over to her dresser and pulled out a fresh new obi 
and pink robe in preparation for the day's questionings. She'd interrogate the 
girl 'Tenchi' today.

	Azaka and Kamidake floated on either side of her as she made her way down 
to the holding cells. She was in an excellent mood due to her salacious dream, 
and was practically whistling as her sandals left deep impressions in the thick 
blanket of grass. She was pleased to see the three prisoners all still behind 
the organic lattice of the cells, Ryoko was laying spread-eagle on the ground, 
snoring. The mousy girl with brown hair was sitting petulantly in the middle of 
her cell and was groaning in hunger. Last was the male who had caused trouble 
for Azaka and Kamidake.

	"You there, the male, I need to ask you a few questions." She made a 
dismissive hand gesture and the branches of the cage opened like flower petals, 
"Come out, please."

	"Well, at least you're courteous." Ranma stood from the grass and 
dutifully followed the guardians out and into a waiting lift which took them to 
the interrogation chamber. Once there, the guardians took their places on either 
side of him and encased him in a floating stasis bubble. He looked rather 
nonchalant as Aeka crossed over to him with a stern face. "So what do you want 
to talk about?"

	Aeka regarded the man held in front of her and couldn't help but admire 
his masculine form. On Jurai it was not unseemly to admire a handsome, or in 
Ranma's case gorgeous, example of manhood even if one was betrothed, thus Aeka 
looked the young man up and down with rather obvious interest. Was it just her 
imagination or some faulty memory, but did this man seem leaner and more 
distinguished than Yosho?

	"Ahem, I'd like to discuss how you were able to combat my guardians so 
effectively when they boarded the Ryo-Ohki." She seemed to remember something 
and blushed fiercely at her lack of manners. "Excuse my rudeness, I am Princess 
Aeka of the Planet Jurai."


	"Well then, good morning to you, your highness." He smiled roguishly and 
grinned at her, surprised to find her smiling earnestly back. She would have 
never accepted such a greeting from Ryoko but she found his manner very likable; 
she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. "I am Crown Prince Ranma Saotome of the 
Royal Family."

	She looked taken aback by his proclamation and smiled sweetly and 
nervously. "And what Royal Family would this be, Prince Ranma?"

	"I would think it would be obvious since there is only one Royalty in this 
quadrant of the galaxy. I am Crown Prince Ranma of the Royal Family of Planet 
Jurai!" The two guardians on either side set him down gently on the ground and 
began separate DNA scans. The thin beams of light passed over him swiftly and as 
they finished the cylindrical robots turned to face Aeka.

	"DNA and genetic scan complete, Princess. We concur with Prince Ranma's 
admission. He is of Royal blood." Together the two left the dumbfounded Princess 
alone to get aquatinted with her lost relative. As they disappeared down the 
elevator shaft Ranma stepped forward and approached the frozen girl.

	"Are you alright, Aeka?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, appearing no 
longer in tan slacks and blue shirt but rather full royal robes befitting his 
position. "I know this comes as a surprise but-"

	"Don't touch me you degenerate!" She pulled her arm away from him and 
turned her back. "Now I know how your name popped into my head last night! You 
bonded your power with mine, don't deny it! You used me in my sleep and twisted 
my dreams away from my beloved Yosho!" She fell to her knees and began to cry. 
Not just because Ranma's existence proved that Yosho had moved beyond her and 
had children but foremost because she was very much attracted to Ranma. 
Powerfully so, so powerfully that all her thoughts were bent towards him. Thus 
she cried for her lost innocence and childhood love.

	Ranma knelt by her side and pulled her into his arms, holding her to his 
chest despite her thrashings and protests. She eventually gave up and clung to 
his tunic frantically in her bawling. He smoothed her hair back and muttered 
reassuring words into her ear until the flood of tears ebbed. When she broke 
from her tear-induced spell she found herself atop him as they lay on the 
observation deck. A blush glowed from her cheeks as Ranma just laughed and held 
her close. Somehow to her his arms felt more reassuring than Yosho's had all 
those hundreds of years ago, for now all his promises rang false as his true 
motive, to leave Jurai and her behind, was revealed.

	"Why exactly were you in my room last night anyway, Ranma-sama? Azaka and 
Kamidake didn't know you were royalty until just now and you couldn't have know 
the passwords to the cages." Her purple hair was draped across his chest as they 
lay there and her hand was tucked neatly into his armpit.

	"You can blame your sister, Sasami for that one. She told me she'd let us 
go if I took the Master Key from you." He laughed heartily as she began to 
tickle him. "Stop that, Aeka or I'll get you back tenfold!"

	"You got to torture me in my sleep last night with your touching and 
whispering but it was all a tease! I demand retribution!" She began to giggle 
like a little girl as he pounced on her and began a counterattack. After ten 
minutes of fooling around they ended up on a particularly soft bed of grass, 
Ranma atop her, his face mere inches from her own.

	"Who said it was just a tease, Aeka-chan?" He brought his face closer and 
she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. The remembrance of the 
previous night came flooding back and she could still feel the heat of his seed 
flooding her mouth. "If you really want it that badly..."

	Aeka blushed madly and tipped her head up so that their lips met in a 
smoldering kiss. Ranma reflexively pushed his head down so that his body pinned 
her to the grass and slipped his tongue into her mouth, running the warm muscle 
over her rounded teeth. She moaned into his mouth and her arms wrapped around 
his back in a tight embrace. "I...want to see you, Ranma, I want to see you like 
you saw me." Her legs which had just been swathed in her robes were free and 
curled around his waist, pulling him further down.

	He smiled just as Yosho would so many years ago and smiled at her before 
playfully ruffling her hair like a child. "Hmm...I think that can be arranged." 
Ranma stood and unfurled his robe belt, letting the stiff, white cloth slip off 
his shoulders and leaving him clad in a black undershirt and briefs. Aeka looked 
up at his powerful frame and shivered in anticipation. In one movement his shirt 
and underclothing was shed and he was naked before the first Princess of Jurai.

	Aeka, who had never seen a grown man naked before, was shocked by his 
well-defined muscles and wash-board stomach leading to the thick shaft of his 
cock as it jutted well away from his waist. It fell to mid-thigh flaccid and was 
easily the width of his wrist. The full, moist crown was partially covered by a 
thin layer of foreskin that just revealed enough of the pink head to cause her 
mouth to water in anticipation.

	"Ranma-sama...may I...t-taste it?" Her panties had moistened the moment 
his cock had been revealed and as she asked her question a new flood of nectar 
dribbled out from her snatch. His hand grabbed hold of hers and drew it up to 
the phallus, running her smooth palm against its bumps and veins. She was 
utterly fascinated when his grew thicker and stiff in her grasp. "Oh...is this 
supposed to happen, Ranma-sama?" His only answer was to flash her that annoying 
smile and begin to undress her.

	He opened up her robes like the petals of flowers. First her obi was 
pulled off and discarded on the ground, then he opened the main covering to 
reveal her shift which looked remarkably like the night shirt she'd wore to 
sleep the previous evening. So there she was, practically naked and willing to 
lose her virginity on a bed of grass and her own clothes. The funny thing was 
she wasn't nervous at all. She believed in Ranma just as surely as she used to 
trust Yosho, perhaps even more so, and only blushed and closed her eyes when his 
warm, rough hands pulled open her chemise and left her vulnerable under the sea 
of the stars.

	"Ranma-sama...please be gentle..."

	"Don't worry, Aeka-chan, this won't hurt at all...I promise." He kissed 
her full on the lips and she felt the tip of his hot rod push urgently against 
her inner thigh. He moved down soon enough until his eye was level with her 
vulva. "Tell me, Aeka, have you given any thought to shaving?"

	"Shaving what?"

	"I'll explain later." He parted her pubic hair and opened her passage in 
much the same fashion as he had the previous night. His index finger pushed 
against the vanguard to her sex and tested the tension on her hymen, deciding 
that she was going to be really tight. Tracing the inner folds of her vagina he 
found the nub of nerves he was looking for and dampened them with a deft twist 
that caused her to moan in pleasure.

	He then dropped his face down low and lapped at the coarse teal hair that 
outlined her passage, savoring the richness of her thick flavor before the main 
course. As the dignified princess of Jurai writhed and mewed in pleasure under 
the tongue of her brother's spawn, Ranma went to work on her cunt, pulling the 
lips open and lapping at the rough-hewn entrance into her womb. A sweet fluid 
was expelled from her pussy, a liquid that tasted like cherries rather than 
flowers, a distinction he attributed to her heightened state of arousal. 
Breathing in deeply the thick scent of her sex, Ranma delved down into the 
crotch of Aeka in earnest.

---To be continued---