RanUkyoHent5

LA BLUE UKYO

(Shikima Okonomiyaki)

by
Jim Robert Bader

(Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi with
characters and concepts from Toshio Maeda)

Part Five.





"I know that I have said it before," murmured Botsasu, "But standing watch over 
somebody is boring.

Ranmaru eyed his sister from behind the mask he almost always wore, and in a 
voice surprisingly alto for one who acted generally so brusque he said, "We have 
our orders.  Lord Dan wants us to observe this Miroku stronghold to determine 
their relative strengths and weaknesses so that we might be able to approach 
them better while observing the strict terms of the truce between us."

"In other words we get to screw Miyu and Yaku again," Botsasu's lovely face 
formed a slight grin as she added, "I can't wait for that to happen!  I haven't 
forgotten our last encounter..."

"Nor have I," Ranmaru thought of the lovely Miyu and felt a certain swelling 
around the groin that made crouching on a tree branch as he was acutely 
discomforting, though the promise of its release was certainly gratifying enough 
to stifle the brief impulse, "We must avenge our humiliation at losing out to 
those two by making them beg and cry out for mercy as we bring them to 
fulfillment, over and over."

"Kami, I can't wait for that!" Botsasu squirmed with excitement, causing Ranmaru 
to look at her with redoubled discomfort, "I haven't had the chance to thank 
Yaku properly for the way she saved my life from Kagutsumen and that bitch, 
Kamiri...before she screwed me silly, of course."

"Of course," Ranmaru agreed, "We will have our revenge...and we will screw them 
for it until they acknowledge us as their Masters.  Now, all we have to do is 
wait until we can find them alone then say hello in a most...entertaining 
manner."

"Hey, look," Botsasu pointed at the front entrance to the restaurant named 
"Ucchan's," where two brown haired women-one wearing a school uniform-were 
entering the building, "Who are those two?"

"Not Ninja," Ranmaru frowned, "That much is obvious.  They don't move the right 
way, and one of them seems a bit unsure of herself sexually.  I think the other 
one knows something, but she moves her hips like a virgin..."

"What are a couple of normal looking girls like that doing paying a visit to the 
Miroku?" Botsasu wondered.

"I don't know," Ranmaru softly murmur, "But I think we ought to get closer and 
find out.  Agreed?"

"Of course, brother," Botsasu smiled, and the two slipped from their hiding 
space to ease along to the rear of the building in hopes of discovering a rear 
entrance...which was usually Ranmaru's favorite means of access...



"Honestly," Akane grumped, "I don't know how you could flirt shamelessly like 
that around Shampoo..."

"And why not?" Ukyo reasoned, "You don't think I put on a convincing enough 
performance?"

"Too convincing," Ranma softly snorted, "Shampoo never cottoned on to your guy 
act, and she was acting disgustingly cute with you all through lunchtime."

"I did have her eating out of my hand, didn't I?" Ukyo grinned before giving her 
iinazuke a sly look, "What's the matter, Ranchan?  Jealous?  It was only 
harmless flirting..."

"Hmph," Ranma glanced to one side, giving no other form of commentary.

"For once I'm with Ranma on this," Akane eyed the girl whom only last night she 
had viewed for a rival, (and now did so for slightly different reasons) "You're 
going to have your hands full if Shampoo ever finds out that you really are a 
girl.  You have no idea what she can be like when she gets angry."

"Yeah," Ranma shuddered slightly, "She can be a real terror if that happens."

"Not to worry," Ukyo said with an enigmatic smile, "I've got that covered, if it 
should come to having to demonstrate to her my 'Manly' qualities.  You forget 
that I've been doing this for a couple of years now, and I'm pretty good at 
deflecting anger.  Besides which, you should have seen both of your 
expressions."

"Huh?" Ranma and Akane said together.

"You were both so full of jealousy that you didn't even bother to hide the 
fact," Ukyo said chidingly, "I expect that from you, Ranma...you have one of the 
worst Poker faces I've ever seen, but Akane..." she chuckled softly and shook 
her head, "You wanted to jump Shampoo right then and there, and in front of all 
your classmates!  Good thing they misinterpreted it as you having another 
jealous bout over Ranchan."

"I wouldn't have done it in front of everybody," Akane said in slightly 
defensive tones, but she looked away and furiously colored, recalling that her 
thoughts towards Shampoo had tended to be pretty graphic.

Indeed, until just yesterday Akane would have stated categorically that Shampoo 
was one of the biggest annoyances to ever crop up in her life.  She still had 
not entirely forgiven the Chinese girl for using the Xi Fang Gao on her that one 
time, or the numerous other occasions when Shampoo had taunted her and flaunted 
her natural superiority in Akane's face.  Shampoo had taken every opportunity to 
humiliate Akane, and the thought that there could be anything besides mutual 
loathing between them was a hard concept to swallow.

And yet...

Akane was now aware of how much she secretly had admired Shampoo, the champion 
of an exotic culture that prized strength over nearly all other virtues.  In a 
way she could not really blame Shampoo for considering Akane as an obstacle to 
her pursuit of a relationship with Ranma, but until recent events had occurred 
it was looking very much as if Shampoo had lost her chance with Ranma due to her 
heavy handed approaches.  Ranma hated to be pressured into anything, and though 
Shampoo often acted like a nice girl, she was far too aggressive in her methods 
to appeal all that much to Ranma.

But now everything had changed, and all because Ranma's old girlfriend, Ukyo, 
had come back into his life and altered the equation.  Now Ranma was committed 
to Ukyo, who seemed more than at ease flirting with Shampoo, while Akane had 
begun to forge bonds with Miko Mido that went beyond the sexual games that they 
had played together the night before, and Shampoo was wholly unaware of all of 
this, but that did not actually mean that she was out of the running...

Akane blushed furiously and hoped that her companions did not notice it, because 
thoughts of Shampoo were now taking on an entirely different context from when 
she had been consciously viewing the Amazon as an enemy out to steal Ranma...

They reached the front entrance to the restaurant, which had become a new home 
for both Ranma and Akane, only to have their nominal landlord halt in her tracks 
the minute she set foot in the door.  The two of them nearly collided with the 
Bishonen chef as they heard her exclaim, "What in the name of King Sikima?"

"Huh?" Akane moved to look past the taller Ukyo, only to hear Ranma gasp, "I 
don't believe it!"

"Why, hello everyone," Kasumi said cheerfully from where she sat beside Nabiki 
across from Miyu, Yaku and three other faces that Ranma and Akane could not 
identify at close glance.

"What the heck are you guys doing here?" Ukyo gasped, "Fubuki?"

"Hello, Uk-chan," said a pretty girl whose light brown hair and blue eyes made 
her stand out almost as much as her odd companions, "Long time no see!"

Ukyo turned to look at the other two girls, "Botsasu...Ranmaru?"

"Hello, Ukyo," Botsasu said in a friendly voice, "Is this handsome stud your 
boyfriend?"

"Ah, well..." Ukyo sounded slightly flustered, and she blushed for the first 
time that Ranma and Akane could remember.

"Who are you guys?" Akane glanced around, "And where is Miko-chan?"

"Oh, Miko's upstairs taking a bath," Kasumi smiled radiantly, "We just had one 
ourselves...nice day for it and everything..."

"Heh," Nabiki smirked, "Nice try, Sis."

"Huh?" Ranma blinked, exchanging puzzled looks with both Akane and his iinazuke.

"Did something happen while we were away?" Ukyo asked suspiciously, seeing 
Fubuki's grin grow even more feral.

"Define 'something,'" she replied, exchanging pleasant looks with the other 
women sitting at the table, memories flowing between them of events that had 
taken place over the previous few hours...



Nabiki gasped in disbelief as she felt her clothes being parted away from her 
skin, the brown haired girl using a single fingernail to cut through her school 
uniform and part her bra down the middle, sliding hands under the fabric to 
remove it as though peeling Nabiki like an onion.

"Oh, nice!" Fubuki grinned as she examined "the goods," while Nabiki's eyes got 
wider and wider.

"Excuse me?" she asked in a voice an octave higher than usual, and she moved to 
cover herself with her hands, "But...who the hell are you?"

"Nabiki..." Kasumi considered reprimanding her younger sister for her use of 
language, cut under the circumstances...she was not too certain if she could 
blame her.

"The name is Fubuki," the brown haired girl smiled, "Recently adopted member of 
the clan Miroku...and yourselves?"

Nabiki narrowed her eyes and said, "Why should I tell you?"

"Then let me guess," Fubuki pretended to consider a weighty point as she touched 
her chin with the tip of one finger then said, "Your name is...Nabiki...and her 
name is Kasumi, she's your older sister, am I right?"

"Oh my," Kasumi remarked, "How did you guess that?"

"She didn't guess," Nabiki growled, "She a sneak-thief Ninja and she overheard 
us talking."

"Bingo," Fubuki touched her finger against the tip of Nabiki's nose, "I can tell 
that you're a sharp one, which means I'm going to have a lot of fun playing with 
you.  As for your Oneechan..." she managed to make her purring lilt sound 
ominous.

"Leave Kasumi alone," Nabiki said in a hiss of rare bravado, "You can do 
whatever you want with me but..."

"Promise?" Fubuki grinned, "If I leave her alone do I get to play with you 
then?"

"Ah..." Nabiki wondered if she had just adopted Ranma's habit of always putting 
his foot in his mouth.  She was not too keen about the way this blue-eyed girl 
was eyeing her just then, and if she was not too terribly mistaken, this girl's 
intentions were hardly as innocent as maybe wanting to sell her and Kasumi some 
bogus raffle tickets.

"Nabiki-chan?" Kasumi asked into the pregnant silence that hung over the room 
for a few brief seconds.

That decided it for Nabiki.  As legendary as her reputation was for always 
looking out for number one, the lone chink in her armor was family, and where it 
concerned Kasumi, no risk was too great in order to protect her innocent older 
sibling.

"Whatever," Nabiki said, hoping that this would not be too bad, though she was 
pretty sure the wisest course about then would be to start screaming her head 
off.

Somehow with Fubuki, though, that did not seem all that prudent an action, at 
least to judge from the gleam in the other girl's eyes as she grinned at Nabiki 
and said, "Deal," in a surprisingly Nabiki-ish manner.

The next thing Nabiki knew the other girl had seized her by the back of her hair 
and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Nabiki's surprised lips that was warmed 
and passionate with not a little bit of the tongue added to add to the mixture.  
At first the kiss met with no resistance as Nabiki reflexively stiffened rather 
than respond to the gesture, but then her eyes got wide as it seemed almost as 
though Fubuki's tongue widened in her mouth and began flicking the back of 
Nabiki's tonsils, which caused an instinctive sucking motion on Nabiki's part, 
which naturally made her lips yield to the gentle, insistent pressure of the 
other girl, only to have Fubuki withdraw a moment later.

"Nice," the brown haired girl cooed, "And Oh-So-Tasty!"

"Oh my," Kasumi murmured from where she still hung in the netting.  The sight of 
Nabiki kissing another girl was one thing, but it almost seemed from Nabiki's 
stunned expression as if her little sister had enjoyed it without having 
expected to do so.

Nabiki's look of shock became something else when Fubuki raised her head to 
plant her mouth a little higher up on her neck and shoulder, planting a series 
of licks and little kisses that fluttered up towards her right breast, at which 
point Fubuki's tongue worked a relentless trail that gradually culminated with 
the encirclement of a stiffening nipple.  Nabiki's face began to go through a 
series of transitional phases as she closed her eyes and started gasping in 
small, tight breaths.  Without meaning to her hands went out, and despite the 
encumbrance of the sleeves of her school uniform she took Fubuki by the hair and 
pressed her tighter in to her taunt, erect bosom.

"Oh my!" Kasumi repeated, sensing about this point how much her little sister 
was getting into the slow ravishment that she was receiving.

But then a voice called out to them, "Fubuki?  What the hell are you doing?"

Fubuki broke off from her attempts to suck part of Nabiki's breast into her 
mouth and turned to see Miyu and Yaku standing there with a much-surprised Miko, 
holding grocery bags full of produce.

"Hello, Miko-chan," Fubuki smiled back their way, "Yaku-chan, Miyu-chan...been a 
while, hasn't it?"

"I said," Miko frowned a bit sternly, "Just what the heck do you think that 
you're doing?  Cut those girls down at once!"

"Oh pooh," Fubuki pouted, "We were only having a little fun..."

"Yeah," Miyu snorted, "We can see that!"

"Up to your old habits of ambushing people, I see," Yaku remarked, "The Shikima 
world hasn't much improved on your manners."

"As a matter of fact, I am here on business of the King," Fubuki said in a 
matter-of-fact manner, as if she had not been caught with her hands (and lips) 
on the goodies, "Your father was concerned about you, Miko-chan.  He asked me to 
look in on you, and to convey his special regards to the rest of clan Miroku.  
Speaking of which, where is Uk-chan?  I especially wanted to greet her..."

"Never mind that now," Miko said insistently, "I told you to release them!"

"As you wish, Princess," Fubuki produced a steel spike, then with a toss of her 
hand sent it hurtling towards the ceiling.

A moment later Nabiki found herself falling head-first towards the floor, but 
before she could impact she was swept up into Fubuki's arms and held there in a 
swoon as the blue eyed girl grinned down at her, then gently set her down upon a 
table.

"We'll let the other one down, if you don't mind," Yaku said with a sigh as she 
and Miyu went to free Kasumi from the net, and then both Tendo girls hastened to 
compose themselves as they stared wide-eyed at the Miroku women.

"I'm sorry that had to happen to you," Miko said with a bow, "Fubuki-chan gets a 
bit carried away with her work sometimes, but she means well and I know she 
never intended to hurt either one of you."

"Er..." Kasumi exchanged looks with Nabiki, and neither one knew how to answer 
that, though Nabiki made haste to cover up her body with the remains of her 
uniform.

Yaku sniffed the air, then turned to a nearby table upon which Kasumi had 
earlier set down a tray of specially baked goods.  Yaku indicated this to the 
others then said, "You brought us a housewarming presence...stuffed rice balls 
with spiced eel meat."

"Why...yes," Kasumi said in surprise, "How did you...?"

"Yaku's nose is very sharp," Miyu replied, "She could smell your scent even 
before we stepped in through the back door, Fubuki, not that it takes much of a 
nose to tell when you're up to mischief."

"Mischief?  Me?" Fubuki affected a look of innocence, "Why, I'm shocked, that 
you of all people could even suggest such a thing of me, Mi-chan!  I just wanted 
to see what my newly adopted sister is up to, that's all."

"Puh-leeze," Miko said drolly, "As glad as I am to see you, Fubuki, I know you 
well enough that what draws you is the thought of having another go at me for 
the title of the Mistress of Sex Craft.  Oh, and before we completely forget all 
of our manners, that girl you were just molesting is the sister to a good friend 
of mine, and her name is Tendo Nabiki."

"Tendo Nabiki, huh?" Fubuki turned a coy glance at her former prospective 
"victim" and winked, "Fluttering at the Gateway of Heaven...just like your heart 
beating wildly at my caresses."

"Ah..." if someone had told Nabiki that her face was flushing crimson at that 
point she would have charged them for it.  As it was she felt incredibly 
awkward, as if this business between her and the other girl had not yet been 
concluded.

"The other one is named Kasumi, if I remember right," Miyu smiled at Kasumi, who 
attempted to smile back, but was feeling more than a bit awkward at the peculiar 
situation.

"So," Miko turned from her nominal sister and eyed the Tendo girls before 
resuming, "Now that we have that out of the way, what can we do for you, Tendo-
san?  I'm sure that whatever you came for wasn't to be ambushed and molested, 
unless that happens to be a private fetish of yours or something."

"Ah..." Nabiki tried to compose herself, to recall the cover-story she had been 
rehearsing in her mind prior to their rude meeting with Fubuki, but it was 
Kasumi who blurted out, "We came to see how Akane was doing.  We were worried 
about our little sister..."

"That was sweet of you," Miko smiled, "But Akane-chan went to school, as did 
Ranma-kun, and Ukyo went with them to check the place out.  They'll be back in a 
few hours and you can talk to them yourselves and see that everything is just 
fine for the both of them."

"Akane went to school?" Nabiki said in surprise, "With Ranma?"

"They're not engaged any more," Miyu said, "If that's what you're thinking...and 
what is the deal with your father anyway?  He seemed really upset about the 
whole thing, like he has some kind of big emotional investment in that 
engagement business."

"Oh...father was just being father," Kasumi sighed, "He doesn't deal too well 
with emotional situations."

Nabiki snorted and said, "You got that right!  Daddy's a real basket case when 
it comes to not getting his way about some things."

"Engagement?" Fubuki asked with a puzzled expression.

"Ukyo finally found her long-lost iinazuke and bedded him," Yaku smiled.

"No shit?" Fubuki arched her eyebrows, "And the guy's still alive?"

"Very much so," Miko grinned and winked an eye, "In fact he took all of us on 
last night and came out a real winner."

"A winner?" Kasumi asked, deeply puzzled.

"Uh..." Nabiki's eyes got very wide, but she managed to ask, "We're talking 
about Saotome, right?  Good looking guy, a bit clueless, doesn't know the first 
thing about women, even when he turns into one at the drop of a hat...?"

"Turns into one?" Fubuki replied, "Is he a cross-dresser, like Uk-chan?"

Nabiki shut her mouth, now more convinced than ever that she had indeed 
contracted Foot-in-her-mouth disease!  This never used to happen before Saotome 
came into their lives, and she silently swore to herself in frustration.

"No, he has a curse on him that causes him to spontaneously change sex whenever 
he gets wet," Yaku replied, "Other than that, he's a pretty nice guy."

"You're right about him being clueless, though," it was Miyu's turn to wink as 
she gave Nabiki a lascivious expression, "But he's well equipped in all the 
areas that really matter...!"

"Sounds like quite a guy," Fubuki blinked, then said, "You mean Uk-chan's 
planning to marry him?  Geez, that's too bad...I really liked her..."

"Oh, I'm sure she'd be willing to share with you, Fubuki-chan," Miko smiled, 
"After all, she's as much your sister as I am."

"The only problem was that he had another engagement that had to be dealt with," 
Yaku noted, "But Miko-chan had a long talk with the other girl..."

"More than a talk really," Miyu snickered.

"...And she got straightened out on why it was better to drop her engagement to 
Ranma in favor of Ucchan," Yaku resumed as if never interrupted, "In a manner of 
speaking."

"Say what?" Nabiki blurted.

"Akane agreed to this of her own free will?" Kasumi pondered the question then 
said, "Well, if she thinks that it is for the best..."

"Hold on a minute here," Nabiki made a motion for a time-out, then hastily 
caught the part of her top that was about to slide off her shoulder, turning her 
focus towards Miko, "You're the one who talked Akane out of the engagement?  And 
how exactly did you do this?"

"I screwed her brains out, of course," Miko replied with matter-of-fact 
sweetness, "I found out that Akane is really into girls...and lucky me, I got to 
be her first!"

"Oh?" Kasumi replied, then her eyes widened, "Oh my...!"

"You molested our little sister and turned her into a full-blown Lesbian?" 
Nabiki said in tones of accusation.

"Not a Lesbian," Yaku replied, "In spite of what she said back at your place, 
Akane does have feelings for guys, just not as intense as her same-sex feeling.  
She seems to have a lot or really negative, bad feelings about boys her own age, 
but she didn't seem to be all that upset when Ranma did her during our orgy 
together."

"You mean Ranma...?" Kasumi truly looked shocked this time, "But they're not 
even married!"

"He needed some encouragement," Miyu winked, "Which we, naturally, provided."

"Better not let Daddy here about this or he'll insist that they get married 
right away," Nabiki frowned, still not over the idea that her little sister had 
been gang-banged by these Miroku women.

"Your father," Miko huffed, "He seems like such a pain in the rear!  Why does he 
have to thump his chest and get all hot and bothered about the fact that Akane 
made a rational decision for herself to put an end to a situation that was 
making her so unhappy?"

"Sounds like he needs some straightening out," Fubuki winked at them, "Maybe I 
should have a talk with the guy and get him to lighten up?"

"Don't even think about it," Nabiki growled, though she was pretty certain her 
threat lacked a certain forcefulness under the circumstances.

"Tendo-san," Miko said in apologetic tones, "I'm very sorry that you and your 
sister were greeted at our house in such a rude manner, and it looks to me as if 
your uniform is beyond repair.  Please accept our sincere apologies and offer 
of hospitality.  You both seem like reasonably intelligent girls whom we can 
deal with on a mature level.  Please stay for now and let's work things out 
between us.  I understand that the honor of your family is invested in this 
engagement business, and we may be able to work something out that will allow 
everyone to save face over this matter."

"One moment, Miko-chan," Yaku sniffed the air, then turned and said, "You two 
can come out now.  We know you've been watching us, Botsasu, Ranmaru."

"Eh?" Miko was instantly on her guard, seeing the two figures detach themselves 
from the rafters and reveal themselves a moment later.

Nabiki gasped at the sight of two more figures, one a very attractive young lady 
in a most unusual outfit that did little to hide her curvaceous figure-not to 
mention the enormous swelling around her chest-which seemed to rival Yaku's for 
voluptuousness.  The other figure was covered from head to foot in a rakish 
version of a Ninja costume with only the eyes and long brown hair showing in a 
pony tail as both figures stood at ease, relaxed yet seemingly ready to strike 
at any moment.

"Greetings Princess of the Shikima," the masked figure said in a voice 
surprisingly mellow, though certainly deeper than a woman's (though from the 
curves of his outfit, Nabiki was not sure about "his" specific gender), "We 
bring you the warmest regards of our Lord and Master."

"Dan says hi," the curvaceous girl smiled and winked at Yaku, who actually 
blushed slightly at the gesture.

"Dan sent you?" Miko asked, "To spy on me?  I thought we had a truce going on 
here..."

"The truce is still in force, Princess," the masked one replied, "The war 
between our clans is over, our lord has decreed it.  Besides, there are barely 
enough of us left to fight about it anyway.  We only came to renew our 
acquaintances, and see how everyone was doing," he gave Miyu a lingering glance 
that caused the brown haired girl to brighten considerably.

"Did you come to renew your challenge with me?" Miyu asked in what sounded like 
eagerness, "If you'll looking for a rematch, I'll be happy to accommodate you."

"Few things could give me greater pleasure," the masked youth replied, "Other 
than to bask in the presence of the Lady Maria and serve as her High Priest, but 
that must be for another occasion."

"Says who?" Miko relaxed her posture and smiled, "I know Momma favors you very 
highly, Ranmaru-chan, which is good enough for me.  If you've come all this way 
to renew your challenge, I'll be more than happy to give your ass another 
whipping."

"You make it sounds like the warmest benediction, Princess," Ranmaru exchanged 
looks with his sister, then said, "My sister, Botsasu-chan, and I humbly accept 
your offer of hospitality, and the opportunity to...renew past acquaintances."

"The only thing we ought to mention, though," replied Botsasu, "Is that Dan is 
eager to know how Ukyo is doing...and what's this about her having a new 
boyfriend?"

"That's right," Ranmaru nodded slowly, "We owe a duty to our lord to find out 
all that we can about this Saotome Ranma, and to report back to him our 
appraisal of this young warrior who has claimed Uk-chan's affections."

"A very solemn and sincere duty that we must uphold," Botsasu managed to say 
with a straight face, "It is a matter of honor."

"Of course," Miko nodded, "When Ukyo gets home we'll introduce you.  In the 
meantime...would you care for some warm-up exercises?  We were just about to 
invite the Tendo sisters here to enjoy some Miroku hospitality, but I'm sure 
that they wouldn't mind also having a sample of the Suzuka kind to study for 
contrast."

The two new arrivals looked upon Kasumi and Nabiki with speculative glances, and 
suddenly both Tendo girls began to have a sense of the meaning of the old 
saying, "Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire..."



"Wait a minute," Ranma interrupted the flow of the narrative, to turn his regard 
on Ranmaru, "You're a GUY?  I mean...no offense...but what's with the mask?"

In response to this Ranmaru reached up and undid the wrappings about his face, 
and a moment later revealed a face of surpassing loveliness that seemed 
unmistakably female.

In contrast to this, however, Ranmaru said, "Don't be deceived by 
appearances...I was born with male and female equipment, but I most definitely 
am a Man in all areas where it truly matters."

"You mean you're...?" Akane faltered, "Both Genders?"

"Ranmaru-kun is a Hermaphrodite, Akane," Ukyo helpfully explained, "He may look 
like a girl, but he's fully equipped like a guy, as I can testify from first 
hand experience."

"Hmph," Ranma narrowed his eyes, looking from Ukyo to Ranmaru in a suddenly 
unfriendly manner.

"I take it you desire to challenge me," Ranmaru smiled in an easy leer, "Pick 
the time and place, I will be ready."

"Fine with me," Ranma grunted with less indifference than he pretended.

"Ranchan," Ukyo softly chided, "You do realize that you just accepted a 
challenge to battle Ranmaru using Sex Craft?"

"Huh?" Ranma blinked his eyes, "You mean...with another guy?  That's--!"

"Deal with it, Saotome," Nabiki gave him her usual sardonic smile, the kind that 
made wise men reach to their waists in the vain hopes of defending their 
wallets, "We did, and I can tell you, Ranmaru is...quite the stud."

"Oh my," Kasumi colored somewhat as she covered her mouth in a very pretty 
manner.

Akane's eyes got very wide, "You mean...YOU???"

"Hey, did you think you were the only one who could enjoy this sort of thing?" 
Nabiki grinned, "How about we just skip the preliminaries and get right to the 
nitty gritty?  That's the part I like to best remember!"

Ranma could not believe his eyes or his ears.  Nabiki was showing honest 
emotion, and boasting about caring about somebody other than herself?  The 
thought was on his lips before he had a moment to think on it, "What the heck 
did you guys do while we were busy in school?"

"You want the good-parts version?" Miko grinned, "Okay...it went like this..."


Nabiki gasped in surprise as the bathing session in the furo turned suddenly 
quite warm for reasons other than the heat of the water.  Maybe accepting 
Fubuki's notion of an "apology" wasn't such a smart idea, but she had to admit 
that the girl sure knew how to give one hell of a "backrub!"

"You like that?" Fubuki grinned, "I knew you would...which mean's you're really 
gonna love this!"

Nabiki felt the hand slide down her rump under the water, and fingers began to 
press against her rear entry even as the other hand was curled around her body 
stroking her clitoris from the front, giving her a "front-and-back-door" 
treatment that had to be experienced to be believed!  Nabiki groaned and gasped 
as the Ninja girl played with her sensitive nerve endings, building up a static 
charge in her that caused her whole body to come alive with a tingling, 
trembling intensity that hinted at a coming eruption.

"Miroku Sex Craft," Fubuki purred, "I'm still just a beginner in the school, but 
I've mastered my own range of techniques, and I'd be delighted to demonstrate to 
you the full range of my capabilities."

Nabiki felt a wave of pleasant sensation take over her body, and her loins 
convulsively clenched over the Ninja's fingers, though Fubuki continued to 
stimulate her without breaking stride or showing the least hesitation.

"I knew it," Fubuki said eagerly, "You're a groaner more than a screamer.  I'll 
bet your big sister is a screamer, though...she looks more like the type."

"K-Kasumi scream?" Nabiki gave a husky laugh, "I very much doubt it..."

"Excuse me," a voice politely asked, "But is there room enough in there for one 
more?"

Fubuki paused as she and Nabiki looked up to see Kasumi standing there with a 
towel wrapped around her body.  Her expression did not seem the least bit 
shocked at the sight of what the other two girls were doing, and if anything she 
seemed to be regarding them with more than her usual friendly manner.

"Fine by me," Fubuki grinned, "I'll gladly take the both of you on...that way 
you can come together, like true sisters should."

"Thank you," Kasumi replied, going over to the bench and carefully removing her 
towel before folding it up and setting it to one side.  She began to fill a 
bucket in preparation for dousing her long, lean, curvaceous body.

Nabiki eyed her older sister all the time, her expression locked in surprise 
even as the rest of her body reacted to Fubuki's renewed finger stimulation, 
eyeing Kasumi as her older sister began to lather herself down and scrub herself 
clean in an almost ritual manner.  Considering what they were about to do 
together it almost smacked of excessive formalism, but it was so like Kasumi to 
be so attentive to little details.

Nabiki squirmed and shifted as Fubuki's hands began to press their suit in 
earnest.  It had gone well past the point where she might have raised any sort 
of believable protest, and it felt so GOOD to be fingered that way that Nabiki 
was not in the least bit objecting to the continuation of this treatment.  
Fubuki had such skilled and dexterous fingers and such a skillful command over 
Nabiki's pleasure centers that the whole thought of protest seemed ridiculous on 
the face of it.  So what if the Ninja girl was taking liberties with her body?  
She was certainly making it worth Nabiki's while to submit to her caresses, and 
with those fingers probing deeper and deeper into her most intimate crevices, 
finding and stimulating nerves that Nabiki did not even have the words for, she 
was ready to let Fubuki take her places that Nabiki had never been outside of 
her own imagination.  In terms of hospitality, Fubuki was certainly proving to 
be a most gracious hostess!

Nabiki felt the water displaced as Kasumi eased herself into the furo, and then 
her beloved Oneechan studied Nabiki's range of expressions before saying, "Oh 
my, that does seem pleasurable.  Would you terribly much mind if I joined in?"

Fubuki seemed amused at the excessive politeness that Kasumi was displaying as 
she purred sensuously, "By all means.  After all, she is your sister."

"Thank you," Kasumi replied, and leaned forward to cup one of Nabiki's breasts 
in her outstretched hand as she began to play with both mammary gland and 
nipple.

Nabiki's eyes widened as she felt Kasumi fondle her this way with gentle hands 
that were skilled in the working of bread flower, and which kneaded Nabiki's 
bosom with the kind of gentle insistence that Nabiki had only dreamed of having 
be done to her prior to this strange assignation.  When Kasumi leaned forward 
and brought her mouth into play by encircling one nipple, it was all Nabiki 
could do to keep from climaxing on the spot.  Instead her eyes rolled back up 
into her head and she closed her lids to savor the sensation of Kasumi's gentle 
tongue-flicks and teeth-mastication.  Her Oneechan suckled her with a quiet, 
hungry need that was quite different from Fubuki's earlier "baby-bottle" 
suckling action, and the knowledge that this was Kasumi doing this to her 
finally did send Nabiki over the edge as her body convulsed in her first 
shuddering orgasm.

"Well, well," said Fubuki with approval, removing her hand from Nabiki's loins 
and sniffing at her fingers before licking her tongue to absorb some of the 
Middle Tendo girl's juices.  She held out her hand to Kasumi and said, "Try some 
of this and tell me what you think of Nabiki's flavor."

Kasumi surprised Nabiki by obediently laying off suckling Nabiki's other breast 
and saw the hand being proffered to her.  Without hesitation she extended her 
tongue and took Fubuki's fingers into her mouth as though she were licking off 
honey, a sight that caused Nabiki to feel a quivering warmth pass all throughout 
her body.

"Yes," Fubuki grinned as she took Kasumi into her arms and turned her face to 
look at her, then gave the oldest Tendo sister a long and passionate kiss that 
had Nabiki shivering with envy.  After a moment where tongues clashed, Fubuki 
said, "I rather thought you were the deeply repressed type.  I guess that 
there's a lot more to you than meets with appearance...am I right?"

"Yes," Kasumi responded, her voice husky with the hint of strong emotions.

"What did you do to her?" Nabiki asked, wondering why her sister was behaving in 
such a passively aggressive wanton manner.

"Why, not a thing," Fubuki smiled as she began to play with Kasumi's body, "You 
may not have been aware of it downstairs, but I could see that your sister had a 
lot of questions that she wanted to ask, but she was holding herself back out of 
reluctance...so I...planted a suggestion in her mind that she come visit us, and 
I assure you that the rest is entirely her own doing."

"You hypnotized my sister?" Nabiki moved in closer to Kasumi, not about to pass 
up the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, "That was very sneaky."

"Not Hypnosis...at least not as you might understand the concept," Fubuki 
explained as she started doing things to Kasumi-both above and below the level 
of the water-that caused the oldest Tendo girl to gasps and groans of an 
altogether approving nature, "I just...bypassed the normal restraints that she 
seems to have in place.  You may not be aware of this, Tendo-san, but most 
people have a deeply repressed desire to make love to the persons whom they find 
the most attractive.  It's social conditioning and false concepts of propriety 
that hold most people in check, but remove the inhibition and...well...you can 
see the results for yourself."

Nabiki was on Kasumi's flank using her hands to play with one of her breasts 
while Fubuki attended to the other, her free hand moving behind Kasumi's rear to 
gently trace the line between her sister's rounded ass-cheeks in order to find 
the slot that could guide her fingers to the pot of honey that she was 
desperately craving.

And as she was doing this Nabiki asked, "What about me...did you put a whammy 
like that on me to get me to be more submissive?"

"I didn't have to," Fubuki grinned, "I could tell when we started things 
downstairs that you craved a lot more than what I gave you before we were so 
rudely interrupted.  You always had deep desires within you, haven't you, Tendo-
san?  It's just that you're afraid to commit yourself to anyone, because you 
fear the intimacy of lowering your guard to another person."

Nabiki was surprised at how close to the mark this was, and as she continued to 
stimulate Kasumi she asked, "What are you, some kind of amateur shrink?"

"Hardly," Fubuki chuckled between planting tender kisses on Kasumi's face and 
neck, "I used to be the same way myself...before I began to study Sex Craft and 
add it to my basic skills as a Ninja."

Then Fubuki picked up Kasumi and helped to sit her on the edge of the furo, 
spreading her legs wide before turning to Nabiki and saying, "Now, I'm going to 
show you both how it's done.  Stand here, Tendo-san, between your sister's 
creamy thighs, and do exactly as I tell you.  I can tell by the look in your 
eyes that you've been wanting to do her like this for a very long time, right?"

"Oh...yes!" Nabiki said with enthusiasm, willingly going along with the plan as 
Kasumi politely looked down in curiosity, right up to the point when Nabiki 
began to lick around the fur covering her loins, her tongue gently but 
insistently causing a reaction in her Oneechan that caused Kasumi to lean back 
and spread her legs even wider.

"That's the spirit," Fubuki said as she stepped back and began to finger her own 
loins below the level of the water, "Just keep doing that and don't miss a beat.  
Now, I'm going to show you something that Miko herself taught me how to do, 
which I've been practicing on for quite a while now, and now I get to use on you 
as practice for my long-anticipated rematch with Miko-chan."

"What are you going to do?" Nabiki asked between licks of her sister's pussy.

"You'll find out in another minute," Fubuki grinned as she rose up in the furo, 
positioning herself directly behind Nabiki with her elongated and swollen clit 
now poised at the gate of Nabiki's pleasure.

Kasumi was definitely making noises of approval when all of a sudden she felt 
Nabiki's tongue stab deep inside her and whirl around along the inner edges.  It 
was more than the eldest Tendo sister could take as she climaxed on the spot, 
giving Nabiki a shot of honey-sweet cum juice as a reward for her stimulations, 
which surprised Nabiki as her mind had been momentarily distracted by the very 
definite awareness that something long, smooth and hard had just pushed its way 
into her loins, deflowering her virginity and giving her al altogether new 
meaning of going deep into the velvet.

"You see?" Fubuki purred as she began rocking back and force, gently riding 
Nabiki as the Tendo girl clamped her mouth over Kasumi's loins to stifle a 
sudden groan as she was claimed by another woman, "Miroku clan has taught me 
well, as they will teach you in time, should you chose to join your sister and 
become apprenticed Miroku.  I'd be more than happy to take the two of you under 
my wing as trainees, and won't it be ever-so-much-fun for the both of you to 
learn to become even closer as sisters?"

"Oh...Nabiki-chan," Kasumi gasped, throwing back her head as she felt herself on 
the edge of yet another climax.

Nabiki was wondering what the hell that was that Fubuki was sliding in and out 
of her with such wonderful thrusts and incredible direction.  She knew that the 
other girl had not had time enough to slip on a dildo, nor did it felt like a 
hard piece of rubber against the soft walls of her inner thighs...if anything it 
felt a little too natural, and that started her to wondering if there were more 
to this Miroku Sex stuff besides fancy tricks you might find in the Kama Sutra!

Whatever it was, it brought her to climax within two minutes of heavy pumping, 
at which point Fubuki withdrew from Nabiki and said, "All right, student, change 
places...it's now your sister's turn to give me more practice."

Nabiki reluctantly did as she was told as Kasumi slid back into the furo and 
surrendered her seat to Nabiki, who climbed out and sat on the edge of the tub 
with her back against the wall, using part of the ledge to brace one foot as 
Kasumi glided into the space between Nabiki's thighs and found her loins with 
very little effort.

Then Nabiki stared in shock as she saw Fubuki standing up in the furo, engorged 
clitoris projecting outward like an eight-inch dildo, much firmer-looking than a 
water balloon but contrasting greatly with the honey-brown haired girls overall 
voluptuous feminine assets.

"What the hell is that?" Nabiki gasped, amazed to think that she had taken such 
a thing into her body.

"This," Fubuki grinned as she proudly displayed her swollen clitoris, "Is the 
result of months of training and self-stimulation.  Never fear, it's fully 
natural, and it goes away when I want it to, but for now I'm going to put this 
inside your sister the same way I did you, and I didn't hear you complaining 
about it either."

"Oh my," Kasumi said as she saw Fubuki's member by looking back over one 
shoulder, Fubuki-chan...I don't quite think that will fit..."

"Trust me, my dear," Fubuki leered as she gently pressed Kasumi down into place 
and came up behind her, "This won't hurt you a bit...or me either, for that 
matter!"

"Oh?" Kasumi blinked her eyes as she stared at Nabiki's pelvis, which was only a 
few inches away from her head, and then her eyes got very wide as she felt the 
member slide into her, "O-OH MY!!!"

"There," Fubuki said as she gently rocked her hips back and forward, easing her 
clitoris deeper and deeper into the other girl until she was all the way into 
Kasumi, "A perfect fit!  That wasn't so awful, now was it, Kasumi-darling?"

Nabiki just gaped with amazement as she saw Kasumi being mounted by the other 
girl, only to glance down as she felt the first brush of her Oneechan's lips 
against her pelvis.  Kasumi showed a bit of reluctant hesitation at first, but 
then she began to really and truly get into the idea of tonguing her younger 
sister, and then she stuck it in deep and swirled it around inside Nabiki, who 
rolled back her eyes and gasped, not bothering to repress her own groans, 
deciding to go with the flow as she was about to have her heart's desire with 
both Kasumi and this other girl.  It began to dawn on Nabiki that being around 
these Miroku might not be such a bad thing after all, and this left her to 
briefly wondering if Akane was doing the nasty with that Miko girl at that very 
moment...



"All right, then," Miko said in proper tones worthy of a noble lady, "You both 
agree to this match between you, Ranma-adopted son of House Miroku, and Ranmaru 
of the Suzuka?"

"I do," said Suzuka with arms folded across his ample chest.

"Uh...Yeah, I guess so," Ranma said somewhat more reluctantly, eyeing the 
effeminate-looking man while the rest of the clan was gathered to play witness, 
"So...do we fight?"

"Not by conventional means, Ranma," Miko explained, "This is to be conducted 
using Sex Craft techniques, something I fear you are barely versed in, while 
Ranmaru here is an acknowledged master."

"Sex Craft?" Ranma frowned, "I'm not doing it with another guy!"

"You won't have to...at least, not right away," Miko amended, "This will be a 
contest to see which of you has the greatest stamina, fortitude and technique.  
You will be practicing on us and we will be the judges who decide which of you 
to acknowledge as the victor.  It's a simple enough contest that even a relative 
newcomer like you may hope to excel at.  Is this acceptable to you, Ranmaru-
chan?"

The effeminate Ninja nodded his head, "It will suffice, Princess."

Ranma stared at the so-called "Judges" for this unusual challenge match.  
Botsasu was smiling at him with a smug kind of glimmer that was an open 
challenge to his manhood.  Yaku and Miyu looked at him with concerned 
expressions, while Ukyo and Akane each gave him their own troubled looks that 
all but said aloud their doubts that he could stand up to the competition.  That 
alone pricked Ranma's pride so that he balled his fists and looked at his 
opponent with determination.  He wasn't about to lose at anything, especially if 
the challenge had Martial Arts in it, albeit in this case of the more erotic, 
non-violent nature.

"Very well," Miko said, "The first challengers for both of you will be Botsasu 
for Ranma and Miyu for Ranmaru.  Disrobe yourselves and make ready to begin the 
match."

Botsasu stood up at once and began removing those articles of clothing that 
constituted her "Ninja" apparel, while Ranmaru did the same, stripping down with 
efficiency until he stood clear from his uniform and was totally naked.

Ranma gasped at the full sight of the Suzuka ninja, for in nearly all respects 
Ranmaru looked entirely like a woman, even having breasts so large that they 
almost rivaled Yaku's (Botsasu, he'd noticed, were equally large and very firm 
looking).  The only difference from Ranmaru and a true woman that he could see 
was the space between curvaceous legs, a very large and perfectly shaped human 
penis, complete with scrotum!

Ranma could not help himself for gasping aloud, "You're...a guy?"

"Surprised?" Ranmaru responded, folding his arms under his bounteous chest, 
"Botsasu and I are twins, only I was born with both sets of chromosomal 
patterns...and for your information, mine is fully functional, as you will soon 
discover."

As he spoke those words in his oddly Asexual voice, Ranmaru's large male member 
started to come to life, rising like a flag pole until it stood out from him a 
full nine inches.  Ranma's eyes goggled at the sight of the thing, and without 
even intending to he began to compare it with his own and felt for the first 
time of his life a genuine case of penis envy.

"Now it's your turn," Miko gently urged, "Better strip down for this, Ranma..."

"Oh please," Botsasu smiled as she stepped forward, "Let me do that!  I love to 
peel my lovers down to see what they look like underneath the wrappings."

Ranma was barely aware of Yaku's sudden blush as Miyu smirked at her with a 
knowing expression.  Instead his attention was entirely focused upon Botsasu 
herself, who was a stunning beauty with incredibly generous curves that would 
make Shampoo look flat-chested and anorexic.  Her face was almost too lovely to 
look upon, and without realizing it he felt a tightness flare up in his own 
loins, restrained by the fabric of his pants as remaining upright became 
uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Well now," Botsasu grinned as she saw the bulge, turning to grin at Ukyo, "Such 
hospitality is worthy of the Miroku.  I can see already why you favor him for 
yourself, Uk-chan."

"Ucchan?" Ranma squeaked, glancing at his iinazuke with an acutely nervous 
expression.

"Just do what you have to, Ranchan," Ukyo nodded encouragingly, "My turn will 
come soon enough.  Just remember to hold back as long as you can and don't let 
go until you really, really have to."

"Let go?" Ranma swallowed.

"She means withhold your seed for as long as you can, fool," Ranmaru snorted, 
"Treat my sister with the respect she deserves and give her a good climax, and 
maybe I might think you worthy of Lady Ukyo's attention."

Miyu was already on her feet and stripping down as if she couldn't want to get 
down and party.  She walked right up to Ranmaru with a cunning gleam in her 
eyes, which was matched by Ranmaru's expression as his manhood hardened and grew 
thicker at the side of the brown haired girl's supple body.  It was obvious to 
anyone who paid any attention that these two had a history together, and each 
looked more than ready to renew their past acquaintance.

"Are you sure Ranma's ready for this?" Akane asked Ukyo, who sat beside her.

"He has to be," Ukyo replied, "I won't let my Ranchan wind up looking bad in 
front of Dan's Ninja."

"Who is this Dan guy?" Akane asked, "You say he used to be an enemy?"

"Not my enemy," Ukyo replied, "Dan's basically a sweet guy, and far more 
honorable than his late brother.  I helped to save his life once, and he still 
owes me for that favor."

Akane was going to ask for more details, but Miko raised her hand and brought it 
down again, crying, "I want a dirty fight with hands below the belt, so anything 
goes here, people.  Are you ready?  Begin!"

Miyu and Ranmaru locked arms and fell to the floor with hands and legs already 
twined, bodies and mouths mashing together in an animalistic frenzy.  By stark 
contrast Botsasu went to work stripping Ranma's clothes off of his body with no 
great hurry in her motions, clearly intending to enjoy every moment of the 
process while Ranma watched her at work and felt his manhood crying to be 
released, long before she actually achieved this.  His manhood all but poked her 
in the face, and Botsasu seemed briefly surprised at the enthusiasm her playmate 
was showing, but she recovered soon enough and began bringing her mouth into 
play.  Ranma gasped as he felt the by-now familiar sensation of a woman 
performing fellacio begin to force his manhood to a full erection, and soon 
Botsasu was bobbing her head back and forth over his rod, taking him in all the 
way with each stroke until Ranma felt the tip of his head slide past the point 
of her tonsils and keep right on going!

"Well, she's off to an early start," noted Yaku.

"So is Ranchan if he can't hold out against her cock-sucking tongue lash," Ukyo 
noted with concern, "It's a devastating attack that most men can't possibly 
resist."

Akane wondered if it was just her or if it really did seem that this whole match 
was one very weird excuse for a bunch of Hentai jokes dressed up as fancy combat 
techniques...although she had to privately confess that wasn't all that much 
more absurd than Martial Arts Ice Skating and Gymnastics...or Take Out Delivery, 
or Tea Ceremony...or any of the other weird systems that seemed to be coming at 
her and Ranma on a nearly daily basis...

Only there no longer was a her and Ranma.  Akane still was not entirely sure 
what she felt about that, but it was odd to watch another woman making out with 
her former iinazuke and feel so very calm about it.  Then again, Ukyo was 
behaving in a remarkably calm manner, but Akane could see the concern written on 
her face.  Obviously she was so used to this sort of thing and did not become 
jealous so easily, but she still had to feel something about watching Botsasu 
making out with her iinazuke.

Miyu and Ranmaru were making out like a couple of cats, and Akane had to admit 
that the show there was certainly more frenzied and energetic, far more worthy 
of the term "competition" as the Hermaphrodite and Miko's adoptive older sister 
were going at it in a no-holds barred sexfest that frankly left Akane agape as 
she had never seen anything quite like it before in her life.  Ranmaru was 
literally hammering away at Miyu's loins with his oversized masculine organ and 
performing improbable gymnastics while Miyu took him on and actually seemed to 
invite Ranmaru to do her with incredible frenzy.

By contrast Botsasu was taking her sweet time bringing Ranma off, not that it 
looked as though it would take much more effort on her part to achieve this.  
Ranma himself was aware of his imminent peril in losing early to this type of 
competition, but he was at a loss how to prevent his losing early.  In 
desperation he tried to think of something that would take his mind off what 
Botsasu was doing a task that seemed nearly impossible even to him, but his 
pride would not allow him to go down with at least making a good effort.

The first he tried thinking about was his female half, which had so often served 
to him as a symbol of his unfitness to be a man, literally to be "emasculated" 
with the dash of cold water.  That certainly had been a sore point throughout 
much of his time since leaving China, but of late he had begun discovering the 
advantages inherent in his female form, and last night he had learned that one 
of those advantages came in the form of staying power, which had been 
demonstrated to him in no uncertain terms for a good sized chunk of the previous 
night, and that reminded him of what else they had been doing, which nearly 
caused him to climax and lose it altogether.

"Huh," came Ranmaru's sneering side-comment, "Amateur."

That comment, ironically enough, saved Ranma from giving in to his impulses.  On 
the very precipice of masculine orgasm, his anger flared to life and obliterated 
the urge so that for a moment all he could think of was wanting to smash the 
Ninja's face into the floorboards.  His reaction was strange as even Ryoga had 
never provoked that sort of irrational anger in any of their fights, but Ranma 
knew he had to hold himself back, just as he had with Kodachi in their 
Gymnastics battle, where physical contact had been strictly prohibited...

And that's when he hit upon a better strategy to regaining the initiative in 
this fray, Kodachi!  There was something about the aristocratic, self-styled 
Black Rose that utterly terrified Ranma, had done so since the first time they 
had met when she had drugged him with some of her trademark roses.  Conjuring 
her face also summoned in his mind that scary laugh she used, and that drew him 
back from the edge of his arousal.

Botsasu took notice of this at once and briefly desisted in her oral action to 
turn an annoyed look at Ranmaru and say, "Brother, do you mind?"

"Eh?" Ranmaru turned a somewhat distracted glance their way, only to find that 
this was a mistake with Miyu, who wrapped her legs around the Suzuka Ninja as 
she began pumping him in earnest, forcing him to return his attention toward 
countering her effort at making him climax prematurely.

Satisfied that there would be no further interference, Botsasu touched a nerve 
at the base of Ranma's penis that caused him to stiffen again with a spontaneous 
erection.  Satisfied that he would now remain hard, she then drew him down onto 
the floor, setting him on top of her as Ranma found himself braced by his arms 
against gravity with the welcome padding of Botsasu's large breasts looking 
directly behind him as she used her legs to cleverly guide him until his manhood 
lay flat against the smooth surface of her washboard-smooth stomach.

Ranma found himself face-to-face with his "opponent" and was suddenly struck 
full force with just how beautiful she was, how luscious and desirable, how 
Botsasu's curves and womanly figure made her seem even more woman at this 
proximity than Ukyo herself had seemed the previous evening.  It surprised Ranma 
to find himself looking into her soft brown eyes and seeing a playful gentleness 
there that had no obvious malice towards him, only a hearty appreciation of him 
as a man, which made it much easier to regain his interest in her.  It was just 
a momentary thing before she saw his smile curl up with a knowing hunger, and 
then he found her legs guiding him forward until his manhood slid up through the 
warm gulf created between her fulsome bosoms.

"Uh oh," Akane heard Ukyo murmur, "The warm harbor approach.  Botsasu's making 
Ranchan slide his meat through the buns.  She's really putting him through the 
wringer on this one..."

"Fighting dirty, more like," Miko murmured, "I guess she really wants to win 
this."

Ranma was stunned at the sight of his own sex organ sliding through the gulf 
created when Botsasu pressed her enormous breasts together to create a warm 
envelope that enfolded his manhood on all sides.  Botsasu's powerful legs kept 
driving him forward as her bare feet gripped his hips like a pair of dexterous 
hands and insured that he went where she wanted him to go.  He could see the 
confidence in her eyes as she sensed impending victory, yet oddly she did not 
seem to be in any great hurry to finish things off.  It was amazing how much 
control this girl had over every facet of her body, and the suppleness that she 
displayed was equally amazing.  From the standpoint of a martial artist who took 
pride in the refinement of his own body he could well appreciate how she had 
turned the seeming disadvantage of being so "top-heavy" and curvaceous into a 
powerful advantage that did more than distract a man's attention but as well 
concealed a strength and resiliency that was nothing short of amazing.

As much as he admired her, though, Ranma still sensed that she was his opponent 
and-as such-not to be taken for granted.  Allowing her to guide him was a very 
bad tactical move, and he decided he would have to regain the initiative if he 
was going to make any headway.  As much as he liked Botsasu on an instinctive 
level, her brother had annoyed him and stung his pride, so Ranma was not about 
to take this lying down and waited for the moment when he sensed Botsasu's grip 
on him was lessening.  He decided to increase her distraction by making use of 
something he had learned the night before, and so he balanced himself on one 
hand and used his other hand to reach out and take the lady Ninja by one breast, 
which he started to message gently.  Botsasu's eyes widened slightly and she 
looked down at his hand but made no attempt to dislodge him, so Ranma brought 
his other hand into play, forcing Botsasu to reach out and place her hands upon 
his chest to hold him upright over her while Ranma began to fondle and play with 
her large bosoms, enjoying the feel of her flesh between his fingers, just as he 
sensed the strong and supple muscle beneath this soft and malleable padding.

"Whoah," Yaku said, sounding impressed, "Where did he learn how to do that?"

"Ranma's very quick at adapting to new strategies," Akane explained, surprised 
to find herself praising him without her usual reservation, "It's not a good 
idea to count him out too soon in anything that involves Martial arts."

"Ranchan always was a quick study," Ukyo said in obvious praise, "I just hope 
that's enough to stand him in good stead with Botsasu."

Ranma had been feeling his way so far (in more than one sense of the word) but 
now he sensed that the moment was ripe to go even further on the advantage, so 
when Botsasu became distracted enough he eased his way down her supple body and 
brought his body down so that he could press himself on top of her, and then he 
brought his mouth into play, taking full advantage of the other girl's 
willingness as he sucked, licked and fondled Botsasu's bosoms.  Botsasu was 
amazed to find this relative amateur was starting to affect her in a positive 
way, and yet she wanted him to continue, so she made no move to retake the 
advantage.  When Ranma began to paint a trail down her body she surrendered more 
of the advantage to him when she could have halted him at any time, and so was 
quite surprised when he wound up with his lips poised between her thighs with 
tongue aimed to spear her clitoris, at which point she sensed that she had given 
him too little credit, for though an amateur he was, Ranma was determined to win 
and would do whatever it took to achieve this.

"Kami-sama," Miko breathed, "He really does learn quick!  Look at him go!  He's 
like a big cat licking cream..."

"Probably he is," Akane murmured, thinking of the Nekoken.

In all truth Ranma's behavior was more instinctive than thought out, but he 
needed little coaching to "dig-in" and enjoy the delicious feast being provided 
for him by Botsasu.  The flavor of her juices was indeed reminiscent of sea-
food, which was why he found it easy to fall back on behavior worthy of a Tom-
cat, and so Botsasu found herself being tongue-ravished by a young man who was 
enjoying her loins as though she were a sizeable piece of tuna.

"Uh oh," Yaku turned her attention back towards the other "fight" in progress, 
"Sounds like Miyu-chan's about at her limits."

"I guess Ranmaru found her pleasure center and is really going at it," Miko 
remarked, "Too bad...I kind of hoped that she'd exhaust him and give the edge 
over to Ranma."

"Don't count Ranchan out just yet," Ukyo sighed, "Hope you're ready for this, 
Akane-chan.  You're up next, and Ranmaru looks like he's got enough energy left 
to give you a good screwing."

"Ah...sure," Akane said dubiously, watching the Hermaphrodite rise up from a 
spent and groaning Miyu and sizing up the thing that emerged still hard from 
Miyu's crotch, and nervously wondering it the thing would fit inside her or 
prove her undoing.

Meanwhile Ranma found his instincts taking firm hold over him as he mounted 
Botsasu, sliding his own cock in through the moistened gate of her own loins 
without encountering the least little resistance.  Botsasu seemed to welcome him 
into her, and when he began to slide his man-meat in and out of her, her 
enjoyment only increased, at least if one were to judge by the profuse noises of 
approval that she made and the way she writhed while underneath him, her legs 
curling and uncurling as her feet flexed in rhythm to the thrusting of his 
pelvic motions.

"Uh oh," Yaku murdered, "Don't look now, but I think Ranma's fallen into 
Botsasu's lair just a little too easy, don't you think?"

"Don't get too cocky now, Ranchan," Ukyo called out encouragingly before adding, 
"And the Pun's not intentional, y'got me?"

"Huh?" Ranma asked between grunts as he kept on pumping his way into Botsasu, 
only to feel her muscular thighs wrap around him once again as her feet hooked 
around behind the small of his back and she held him into her all the way 
firmly.

"Deep enough for you, Big Boy?" the Ninja girl leered, "Let's see how deep you 
can really get."

And with that Ranma began to feel a strange kind of sucking motion from down 
below, and to his amazement he felt Botsasu's pussy begin to pull on him as 
though she were somehow creating vacuum pressure while subtly manipulating the 
inner walls of her pelvis.  The result was that his manhood was being pulled 
into her almost beyond the limits that his cock could go, and this all but glued 
their pelvises together as Ranma rolled his eyes up and found himself entirely 
at the mercy of the buxom girl beneath him.

Meanwhile Akane was staring up into Ranmaru's beautiful face with intense 
nervousness written large in her expression.  The Hermaphroditic Ninja studied 
her brown eyes as he poised himself above her then softly said, "Because you are 
a novice, I will go easy with you."

That did the trick of firing up Akane's pride so that she defiantly looked up at 
him and said, "No way!  I'm a martial artist, I can take it!"

"Your pride and courage do you credit," Ranmaru said softly, "But it is not my 
intention to cause you injury.  Nonetheless, I will give you as much as I think 
you can take," and with that he poised his rod at the gate of her shaft then 
began to slide it up and down her slit, not forcing entry as he knew that she 
was not yet moist enough down there to take him.  Akane felt this and her eyes 
got very wide, but the gender of the face above confused her, so much so that 
she was not entirely clear if she were being made love to by a man or by a 
woman...

"Akane-chan," Miko murmured in obvious concern, only to feel Yaku squeeze her 
hand in a reassuring manner.

Ukyo's attention was focused upon Ranma, who was being pumped in reverse by 
Botsasu, whose lovely face was full of the lust of her impending triumph.  
Ranma's face showed the exquisite torture that he was under, about to explode 
within the lovely girl whom he had been riding, but afraid to move for fear of 
ripping his own dick off.  He had to admit that this girl had incredible 
technique and even better body control than he had given her credit.  What a 
man-trap he saw, the perfect lure for a guy to venture his most intimate member 
into the ready laid trap into which he would willfully surrender.  That any man 
might be capable of resisting her temptation would likely brand them as Gay, but 
to accept this lure was to risk being turned into a Eunuch!  Though he was not 
aware of it at the time, it was for this very reason that Botsasu had been known 
among her clan as the "Emasculator."

But Botsasu did not truly wish to harm him.  Ranma had impressed her by lasting 
this long, and he was such a obviously nice boy, not brutal or in the least bit 
condescending in the way he chose to ride her out, and she much loved the tongue 
action that he had given her a moment before, so she made the mistake of letting 
up on him ever-so-slightly, hoping to prolong the game just a little bit 
further.  She could finish him off at any time, but what she wanted right now 
was to feel the satisfaction of having this handsome boy pay her such lavish 
attention.  It was the very least that she might do for Ukyo's new boyfriend, 
who seemed trainable even by Suzuka standards.

Ranma felt the slight easing up in pressure and knew instinctively that he had 
to make use of it now or he would lose the fight entirely.  This girl was 
obviously highly skilled at breaking men in half with her legs, and if she had 
been trying to in earnest she might have crushed his lungs to prevent him from 
further breathing.  She was a devastating opponent, no question about it, but he 
was Saotome Ranma, and novice or not he would not be so easily beaten!

Since extracting himself from this trap did not seem like a very good option, he 
did the opposite, which was to push into Botsasu when she eased the pressure up 
on him slightly.  Applying hand-pressure to her nipples, he pushed back against 
the pressure and ever-so-slightly resisted her suction, only to reverse motion 
and push in again, rocking back and forth slightly while Botsasu's hands on his 
chest tensed on his pectorals and help in his resistance motions.

Botsasu was amazed to feel stimulation penetrating down there, and without 
intending to she eased up more on her suction, which gave Ranma more maneuvering 
power as he pushed in and pulled out of her again, not even a measurable 
distance but sufficient to cause a slight rubbing of nerves, which sent more 
sensations of pleasure into Botsasu.  Coupled with the way he was fondling her 
breasts and playing with her nipples he became more and more difficult to 
concentrate on maintaining her pressure, so that he gradually build up more 
steam and started sliding in and out of her once more, at first only 
millimeters, and then almost a full centimeter.  Each time he thrust, Botsasu 
gave a little more until Ranma was able to work up sufficient piston action that 
he could hump her in earnest, aiming his cock to slide against the walls of her 
vulva before filling her all the way as she threw back her head and began to 
moan in genuine passion.

"He's doing it," Ukyo almost banged her fist on the floor as she grinned with 
approval, "Way to go, Ranchan!"

"He actually resisted Botsasu's killer Emasculation technique?" Yaku blinked her 
eyes, "I knew he was good, but I didn't think he had it in him."

"The key word is 'in her,' I think," Miko noted before returning her attentions 
to Akane, who's legs were waving in the air as Ranmaru buried his face between 
her thighs and all but devoured her pussy.  Akane was unable to help climaxing 
right there and then, beyond humiliation or caring, only to gasp as Ranmaru sat 
her upright and eased her down between his legs, spearing her on his hard shaft 
as he propped her up at the right angle then began to rock up and down, causing 
her to slide up and down his pole, taking him in all the way, which was much 
deeper than Akane would ever have imagined!

"S-Stop it!" Akane begged between small gasps, "I-I feel like I'm going to be 
torn in half..."

"I won't let that happen," Ranmaru assured her, his tone surprisingly gentle, 
"You will ride my shaft to fulfillment, and then it will be up to the Princess 
to test me to my limits."

Miko-chan...Akane suddenly remembered that Miko was watching her!  She had to do 
better than this!  She was being taken like an amateur, and this guy was 
assuming the same patronizing attitude that she had always found so irksome 
around Ranma!  Stop thinking of him as a pretty girl and start thinking of him 
as the enemy...as a...BOY!  Akane suddenly hit upon the right trigger word, her 
old resentment rallying within her so that she turned to Ranmaru with a look 
almost of fury and began to moved with his movements, time her thrusts to match 
his and let him lead her on as she rode him up and down, imagining in her mind 
almost that she was doing this with Ranma, only after Ranma had insulted her 
femininity and her cooking!

"Eh?" Ranmaru sensed the change in the other girl's attitude as her expression 
went from cute to downright scary.  But then he heard a cry off to the side that 
distracted him for a moment and he murmured a concerned, "Botsasu?"

Akane sensed her moment and rocked forward, driving Ranmaru onto his back with 
his loins still buried within her.  Though Akane found the face before her 
beautiful and the body that went with it no less attractive, she was into her 
"Boy-Hating" mode, and responded instinctively, using her body instead of her 
fist like a hammer to pummel his "meat" as she rode him to distraction.

Botsasu cried out, having been unable to hold herself back any more, and the 
mind-shuddering climax that she experienced was unlike anything in her recent 
memories, causing her mind to literally go white with orgiastic sensations 
before a cosmos exploded within her with the crashing of the seas and all the 
fireworks of a Chinese New Year going off in her at once.  She collapsed beneath 
Ranma, all pressure within her gently fading away as she drifted near the point 
of unconsciousness, experiencing Satori in the moment of her surrender with 
perfect Zen-like clarity and an absolute sense of delight and fulfillment.

Something equally curious happened to Ranma as he had been on the verge of 
exploding within Botsasu.  He sensed her collapse and instinctively reined 
himself in like a Charioteer trying to master a team of wild horses.  This 
unintended coitus-interruptus on his part caused his nerve endings to work in 
reverse, and almost like a master of Tantric Magic, he experienced the crashing 
sensation of awareness as his failure to ejaculate sent his mind reeling over 
the event horizon so that his nerves rang like a gong and he found himself 
transported onto a whole new level of existence.

"W-What...?" Ranma gasped, wondering why everything now seemed so much clearer 
to him than before, as though the room was full of swirls of energy, light and 
color."

"Kami-sama," Ukyo breathed, "He's achieved the Second Level of Awareness!"

"And on his first try no less," Yaku said in clear admiration.  That's some 
boyfriend you got there, Ucchan...but fortunately he's mine to play with now," 
she grinned as she stripped herself naked and all but pounced on the hapless 
Ranma, who was still poised over Botsasu with a look of uncomprehending wonder.

There was a light rapping on the door and Fubuki poked her head in, saw the 
action going on and asked, "Are we too late?  Did we miss anything important?"

"Not too much just yet," Miko replied, signaling them to come sit beside her in 
the place Yaku had vacated.

Fubuki came in with Nabiki and Kasumi following after her, the latter two 
sweeping the room with wide-eyed expressions of amazement, seeing Botsasu and 
Miyu laying on the floor in sweaty heaps of naked flesh, each girl smiling 
contentedly as though they had been well and truly sated.  Then they took notice 
of Akane, bouncing up and down over the Hermaphroditic Ranmaru and taking in a 
rod that looked way too big for her small body, impaling herself over and over 
while the Ninja was looking up at her with a most astonished expression, as if 
wondering what the hell he had done to set her off like that.

Of course the scene with Yaku straddling Ranma with her body while bringing her 
mouth into play to devour his manhood like a hungry she-wolf was a sight to 
behold, but they supposed that they had just walked in on the play between 
intermissions and were coming to the second act where the Home Team was fighting 
to regain lost ground that had been ceded during the opening credits.

"Nice show," Nabiki commented aloud, unable to keep from staring at both Akane 
and Ranma, who in their own ways were proving quite entertaining, "Too bad we 
can't charge tickets."

"Oh my," Kasumi mused, "I do hope Akane isn't being too rough on that poor 
boy...er...girl?  Oh dear...it is rather hard to tell just by looking..."

"Hung like a horse," Nabiki noted as she stared at the long shaft on what 
appeared to be a big-breasted girl's body, and for a moment she felt a stab of 
envy for Akane.  But then she turned to watch the other show in progress and 
said, "Speaking of which...what's with Ranma?"

"He just blew his mind out using a Tantric meditation technique," Miko replied, 
"He'll be okay in a while...but for now his body's on automatic pilot."

"And naturally it's Yaku's turn to have him," Ukyo said in disgust, rolling her 
eyes as she added, "Why me?"

Yaku was too worked up to worry about subtlety as she rolled on top of Ranma and 
mounted herself on his hard prick, poised over him as she is easing down while 
staring fondly into his expressive male face, working her hips until he was at 
just the right angle, then leaning herself over him and saying, "You've done all 
right so far, Ranchan...but now I'm going to help you to get off, you manly 
Puppy you!"

To all appearances she did not seem to move, but Ranma slowly stirred to life as 
he felt her moving her body around his groin, causing his stiff member to spring 
to iron-hardness within her.  Yaku did not even attempt to reproduce the vacuum 
pressure that Botsasu had employed, rather she let herself become as one with 
his manhood, feeling his rod setting into her like a sword in a warm sheath, and 
gradually relaxing the walls of her vulva to merge with his flesh, almost 
attaching herself to him so that the nerve impulses could pass from her brain 
into his.

Ranma found himself becoming as of one mind and one flesh with the green haired 
Lycanthrope, and he gradually stirred from his transcendent consciousness to 
studying her body, seeing in her a network of energy patterns and electro-
chemical impulses backed by the strength of her Chi, which moved him to reach 
out to her, his hands cupping her breasts with more gentleness even than he had 
used with Botsasu.  That contact deepened his nerve-awareness of her body, and 
it almost seemed to him that he need only touch her HERE and HERE, stroke her 
nerves in this and that manner, and increase the resonance of those signals 
going up her spine and brain before shooting down once more to the level of her 
pussy.

Yaku gasped, not having expected him to do this, and aloud she betrayed her 
confusion by asking, "W-What are you doing...?"

Ranma considered the question and decided it was because he liked Yaku that he 
was going to make her feel even more happy than she had been on the previous 
night of their coupling together.  So he did THIS and THIS to her nerves, felt 
the resonance patterns in her brain increasing with the further release of 
pleasure-inducing chemicals.  The right sort of balance between stimulus and 
submission was causing her body to all but melt onto his groin, furthering the 
awareness that they had of each other's spirits.  Ranma reached out in his mind 
to not only caress Yaku's physical body but to make contact with her spirit as 
well, to make love to her soul the way she was making love to him in the flesh, 
guided by an intuitive sense that Yaku needed to be loved on such a deep, 
intimate level.

"N-No way..." Yaku gasped, "H-How...?"  and then she started making less 
coherent wolf-noises, gradually increasing in pitch and volume as the ecstasy he 
gave her went beyond the carnal state to form a union between them that was well 
beyond anything she could have imagined!

Ranmaru had finally retaken the initiative with Akane, having gotten past the 
girl's odd rage-induced fury to stroke the pleasurable centers in her body so 
that she gradually lost that edge and gave in once more to the pleasure.  By 
skillful manipulation of her most intimate pleasurable centers, he was finally 
able to bring her off for the second time, this time so effectively that the 
girl passed out after she climaxed.  He gently climbed out from underneath her, 
a look of wonder in his expression, and then he smiled in a way that was almost 
tender.

"Most impressive," he said, "For an amateur she shows great potential."

"Akane-chan," Miko said in relief, glad that her lover's part in this trial was 
finally over.  She looked at Ranmaru with determination and began to remove her 
robe, only Fubuki stopped her with a hand and said, "Let me do this, Miko-chan.  
I've wanted a crack at this guy, based on his hairy Rep, and you've already 
humbled him once before, so it's my turn now as your adopted sister."

"I agreed to face him myself," Miko said reluctantly, "But if it's all right 
with Ranmaru..."

"It matters little to me which Miroku whore I bed," Ranmaru said defiantly, his 
smile belying his words as he seemed to be relishing the mere sight of Fubuki, 
"But I confess that I have been wondering what sort of chattel you Miroku have 
begun taking into your kennels."

"Oh, you're going to pay for that one," Fubuki leered, stripping down once again 
before the two of them went at it like wild cats in heat.

"Oh my," Kasumi noted that Fubuki was not as mild or gentle in attacking Ranmaru 
sexually as she had been with both herself and Nabiki, but then she was 
distracted by the loud wolf-noises coming from Yaku and blinked her eyes, "Oh 
my!"

A sudden thought inspired Ukyo, who glanced slyly at the two Tendo girls and 
said, "Kasumi and Nabiki...do you like Ranchan?"

"Hah?" Nabiki gasped, unable to disguise the astonished-hungry look that she was 
paying towards Ranma.

"Oh my," Kasumi said once again, "He is a bit...young for me...but I guess he's 
been behaving rather manly of late..."

Ukyo exchange a sly look with Miko, even as Yaku yowled in a succession of 
triple-barreled climaxes.

Fubuki worked herself onto Ranmaru as she sought to pin him to the floor, but 
the Hermaphroditic Ninja proved agile enough to work his body around her so that 
he was able to pin her down face-first against the floor, twisting one arm 
around her back with his other hand wound up in her long light brown hair as he 
mounted her from the rear and said, "Nice try, but you've still got a lot to 
learn if you're going to impress the Suzuka!"

"Oh yeah," Fubuki grinned in spite of her seemingly helpless state, "Just try 
me, Buster...I'll make a real woman out of you yet!"

"I've no doubt that you could, if I let you," Ranmaru leered and brought his 
hand down to play with Fubuki's loins while his huge shaft was buried deep 
inside her rectum, causing Fubuki to groan slightly and writhe a little 
underneath him.

Nabiki edged hesitantly forward, wondering how she was letting herself be talked 
into volunteering by these Miroku girls.  Ranma had just finished off with the 
green haired Yaku, who was moaning softly on the floor, with a bit of drool 
running off one corner of her mouth.  Ranma did not even seem to notice, turning 
a look towards Nabiki altogether reminiscent of his Neko state.

"Uh...nice kitty?" she hesitantly asked like a question, feeling like a naked 
piece of cheese that was about to be devoured by this Tom Cat.  Just one look at 
the curling rod that hung between his legs was enough to give her the cold 
shivers and make her consider bolting for safety.  The idea that she was going 
to have him put that into her was somehow oddly more frightening than having 
Fubuki do the same thing with her enlarged clitoris.

Ranma seemed to recognize her, sniffed the air in her direction, and suddenly 
Nabiki remembered all those petty schemes and dirty tricks that she had played 
on him since he had come to live with her family.  Suddenly those pranks did not 
seem to her to be all that harmless, and it was looking rather a lot like she 
was about to receive payback with considerable interest.

Fubuki grunted as Ranmaru seemed ready to split her in half with his hard shaft, 
feeling his fingers in her loins as he worked to disrupt her muscle tension so 
that she could not close her gap upon him.  This was a new technique she had 
never experienced before, and it was proving damned effective in bringing her 
off almost before the match had even begun.  Pride vexed her as she hung on out 
of stubborn determination, knowing she had gotten overconfident and careless but 
unwilling to pay the price with surrender.  She was Miroku by adoption, yes, but 
she had won the approval of King Sikima himself, and no way was she going to let 
a half-man bring her off without giving back as good as she was getting!

Of course there were more surprised at her disposal than even Ranmaru might 
suspect, and Fubuki smiled as she decided to up the challenge slightly, and so 
rode with his motions, generating the energy that she would need to effect a 
transformation.

Ranma stood erectly (in more than one sense) and took a step towards her, and 
Nabiki felt her courage fail her, but she was too frightened of him to even 
consider running.  Feeling rather like a small deer let loose in the Lion's 
cage, she stood helplessly as Ranma took her into his arms then drew her back in 
a swoon and began to bring his mouth into play kissing her on the neck and 
shoulders as she fell into his embrace, borne down to the floor with great 
gentleness before Ranma went to work on her naked body, seeking out her breasts 
and giving each one a lavish amount of attention, which banished all of Nabiki's 
fears and replaced them instead with a sudden realization that she wanted this 
as much as he did!

Ranmaru sensed victory was in his grasp when all of a sudden he felt Fubuki's 
body begin to shift beneath him, and in stunned disbelief he saw her change, her 
body expanding out in size and distorting to become more monstrous, yet somehow 
still feminine in spite of this.

And then the tentacles began to slink out from her form to wrap themselves 
around his body, working their way over him, curling around his huge breasts 
while exploring his orifices as Fubuki demonstrated what Shikima blood could do 
to enhance the natural abilities of even an adopted Miroku.

"Oh my!" Kasumi gasped, "I didn't know Fubuki-chan could do that."

"Neither did Ranmaru, apparently," Ukyo mused before turning her attention back 
towards Ranma, who was currently straddling a helpless Nabiki.

Nabiki was in a curious form of Hell, not because she was doing something that 
she was basically against-far from it!  The Hell was that she was enjoying 
herself a little too much for her own peace of mind, and this was playing utter 
hob with her sense of self-identity, stripping away the mask of illusions that 
she had worn even in her own self regard and making her confront a truth that 
she did not want to have to confront in that the boy who was riding her like a 
brood mare was none other than the boy whose image she often had called upon on 
nights when getting to sleep on time had been something of a problem.

The truth-as she was forced to admit in her own mind-was that she had carried 
feelings for Ranma for nearly as long as she had known him, feelings she had 
fought tooth and nail against, had sought to hide through various strategies and 
had come very close to burying altogether in her subconscious.  From the moment 
she had first set eyes on Ranma-admittedly his female half at that-she had been 
attracted to what she had mistaken for a cute guy, only to feel crushing 
disappointment sour her initial impression at the discovery that the "iinazuke" 
her father had chosen was, in fact, a girl.  It was not so much that she had 
felt attracted towards another girl that disturbed Nabiki as that the idea of 
marrying one was certainly out of the question...at least from a legal context.  
The second time she had met Ranma, though, and saw what a handsome boy he really 
was...

On yes, and then the discovery of his curse, the wild way in which he and his 
father carried on, the growing sense that trouble attended these two like a 
stalking panther, all of which had contributed to her decision-shared by Kasumi 
no less-to foist this problem child onto their clueless younger sister.  It was 
only afterward that Nabiki came to regret this rash decision on her part, but by 
then the harm was done and there was little that she could do to undo it.  Ranma 
was Akane's iinazuke, and no matter what personal faults she may or may not 
possess, Nabiki would never willingly go behind her back and hurt her little 
sister.

Well...okay, so she had done the photography bit, and made a few Yen on the side 
betting for and against Ranma, but that was just business as usual for her, it 
didn't actually impact on her real feelings for the guy.  She would have to be 
as blind and dense as Kuno not to see that Ranma stood head and shoulders above 
the other boys his age, in a classification all by himself.  The easy way he 
carried himself, his warrior nature, the basic nobility he could manifest at the 
oddest times, risking his own neck repeatedly for the sake of a girl who beat 
him up and called him a pervert!  Nabiki had very strong memories of the Ice 
Skating incident, where Ranma had taken almost crushing impact to his body in 
order to shield Akane from certain death (or at the very least, a crippling 
injury) after refusing to let go of Akane's hand...Nabiki remembered clearly 
what it felt like to sit in the bleachers and hold her breath, afraid that Ranma 
would not be getting up again, that they'd wheel him off in a stretcher and that 
there was absolutely nothing that she could personally do about it.  When he not 
only moved but got up again and finished the match it was like the world started 
all over for Nabiki, and she had been just as jubilant in the end when it was 
over, even if the Baka hadn't really won at all, seeing as it was Azusa who had 
actually kayoed her own partner.

Afterwards Nabiki had covered up for her emotional reaction by saying that she 
had invested heavily in Ranma and did not want to take a loss, any more than she 
wanted to see Akane crushed by losing her iinazuke, but it was a transparent lie 
and she had refused to clinically analyze her own feelings on the matter.  If 
anything she made a point to go out of her way afterwards to be sarcastic and 
teasing towards Ranma just to prove to herself that her "Ice Cold-Hearted Bitch" 
persona was still in place, and she wasn't really jealous of Akane.

Only now things had changed for her, and now she had Ranma making love to her of 
his own free volition, a situation Nabiki had secretly denied herself in all but 
her most erotic fantasies, and the utter reality of his dick in her crotch made 
her go wild with long-suppressed desire for him as Ranma humped her with great 
abandon.  Her bare feet were waving in the air and she was on the verge of the 
MOTHER OF ALL ORGASMS as she finally cried out his name grasping his face 
between her hands and kissing him on the mouth with great passion, which 
surprised even Ranma, who had merely been intent on bringing another girl to 
fulfillment.

"Oh my," Kasumi said as she placed a hand over her mouth, "Nabiki is really 
getting into this, isn't she?"

"That's nothing compared to what's in her," Ukyo remarked with an appreciative 
gleam, having picked up fully on the clear display of affection that this girl 
was displaying to her Ranma, which meant that she and this Nabiki character were 
going to have to have a private session of their own much later...

"Uh on," Miko remarked, "I think Ranmaru's regaining the upper hand with 
Fubuki."

Indeed, though Ranmaru had been surprised at Fubuki's tentacle abilities, he had 
enough experience with "natural born" Shikima to know the weaknesses that came 
implicit with a body that could shapeshift.  Morphing capabilities 
notwithstanding, Shikima still had nerve endings that could be stroked and 
fondled to obtain a reaction, and though Ranmaru was presently being held 
immobile off the floor, wrapped in writhing tentacles that fondled both of his 
breasts, his cock and probed his orifices, Ranmaru could still move his own body 
in such a way that she could make the stimulating sensations work both ways so 
that he could return on Fubuki as good as what she gave him.  The moment she 
began to slacken in the slightest he was ready to make his move, freeing himself 
by slipping out of the grasp of the tentacles and homing in on her body with 
hands moving swiftly to immobilize her, stroking nerves and paralyzing key 
muscle groups so that she was forced to retract her expended body mass and lost 
her grip on her shapeshifted Shikima form, reverting to her natural human form 
in which state she was much easier to be dealt with.  Once he had her pinned in 
a most uncomfortable position (one where a normal girl would have been folded 
back at an impossible angle) he mounted her again and finished off his ride, 
bringing her to climax a full minute later though Fubuki had fought in vain 
against surrendering to this pressure.

"Wow," Ukyo was amazed, "What technique!  Ranmaru's certainly improved a lot 
since the last time either of us faced him."

"That may be," Miko said as she stood up and disrobed, "But I'm still going to 
put him in his place for what he did to Akane."

"Not just yet, Miko-chan," Ukyo said slyly, looking at Kasumi, "Would you like 
to go next?  You can either do Ranma or Ranmaru, your choice."

"Me?" Kasumi almost audibly blinked her eyes, then turned to regard Ranma-who 
was just then climbing off of a reluctant Nabiki, and Ranmaru, who was doing the 
same thing with a frustrated Fubuki, then said, "Oh my..."

"Which one would you prefer?" Miyu asked, having recovered herself from her part 
in the orgiastic competition.

"Er...Ranma?" Kasumi asked.

"What?" Ranma asked, turning her way with a slightly dazed expression.

"Then that's settled," Miko turned to Ranmaru, "Get ready, buster...you may have 
dealt with the amateur league, but now you're facing the leader of the Miroku."

"It is an honor I relish," Ranmaru bowed, "You defeated me the last time we face 
each other, Princess, but now it is my turn to repay the favor."

"We'll see about that," Miko smiled, assuming a crouch as the two of them 
squared off together.

Ranma was more than somewhat surprised to find a naked Kasumi shyly approaching 
him with tentative steps, and in a very odd way he viewed her as though from two 
very different angles, one being the ever-calm and mild-mannered domestic who 
was like the older sister he had never had, and who had for the most part been 
as near to a friend in the sense that she went out of her way to always be 
helpful, a girl he respected, even though at times her calm could seem a little 
scary.

And then there was the part of him that was still thinking like a Tom-Cat, who 
saw before him an incredibly attractive older girl whose very timidity was 
inviting and whose body presented all sorts of attractive and seductive 
features.  That part of Ranma's brain took over when Kasumi came to a halt 
before him, and he moved to take her into his arms and do something he had never 
even imagined doing with her in the past.

He kissed her.

"Oh wow," Nabiki said from her prone position, staring up at the sight of her 
older sister flushing a bright crimson, even as her arms went around Ranma's 
body and she started to return the kiss with great ardor.

"Oneechan?" Akane asked with surprise as she came to sit down beside Ukyo, as 
did Yaku, Miyu and Fubuki.

"How come you wanted Kasumi to be up next instead of going yourself?" Yaku asked 
Ukyo.

"You'll see," Ukyo grinned mischievously, alternating her attention between one 
set of partners and the other.

Miko and Ranmaru did a slow dance around each other as if they were wrestlers 
seeking to gain advantage in a traditional match.  When Miko thought she saw an 
opening she moved in to strike like a Judo master, only Ranmaru had been faking 
his slight hesitation and took advantage of her forward lunge to throw her down 
on the floor and pin her the way he had Fubuki.

But Miko was much more supple than he anticipated and rotated her body at a 
nearly impossible angle, turning her face and body upward in time to draw 
Ranmaru down on top of her, then flip the two of them over so that she wound up 
on top and could pin him with her body.

"Now let's see what you're really made of, Big Boy," she grinned as she sat down 
on the Hermaphrodite's sex organ and worked it into her crotch, then began 
humping him as her hands cupped Ranmaru's breasts and stimulated the nerves 
there, even as Ranmaru tried to do the same as he fumbled in the effort to find 
Miko's own pleasure centers.

Ranma took Kasumi to the floor with even more gentleness than he had displayed 
with Nabiki, and as before he painted her body with soft kisses that grew hungry 
as he grew more bold.  Kasumi gasped and went along with his ministrations, 
finding it very easy to let Ranma take charge this way, so that in next to no 
time he was straddling her with his face buried in her loins, and Kasumi gasping 
a soft series of "Oh my's" that grew in pitch and volume until the moment when 
Ranma could wait no longer and buried his rock-hard dick in Kasumi's velvety 
vulva.

"Damn," Nabiki muttered to herself as she got up to join the others, keeping her 
eyes on Ranma and her older sister the full time as the sight was mesmerizing 
and was leaving her with the strong desire to jump in the middle and make love 
to both attractive parties.

"Wow," Akane said, "Look at Kasumi go!  I never thought I'd ever see her doing 
something like this and enjoying it..."

"Shows how much you know about your sister," Fubuki smiled pleasantly, "It's 
always the quiet ones who make the loudest screamers."

"No fooling," Botsasu remarked as she joined them, "Look at the two of them go!  
I'm almost envious!"

"Which ones do you think?" Yaku leered, "Ranmaru or Ranma?"

Botsasu smiled and replied, "I'm loyal to my brother...but I'd be less than 
honest if I didn't say both right about now..."

Ranmaru was in trouble and he knew it, finding himself unable to pry Miko from 
the coveted top spot where she had ample leverage to work things around to her 
ultimate advantage.  She was gyrating her pelvic motions even as she slid up and 
down on his rod, and the sensations this was causing him made it almost seem as 
though the inner muscles of her pelvic wall were somehow being worked to apply 
precise pressure to the nerve endings of his cock.  Miko's hands were doing 
similar magic to the muscles of his chest with Ranmaru's enormous breasts making 
more than a handful to play with.  Ranmaru was having much less luck in finding 
Miko's pleasure-centers...almost as though she were somehow hiding her nerves 
from his caress.  Within two minutes of being pinned to the floor he felt 
himself on the verge of an orgasm and had to fight with all the control that he 
had to keep from surrendering, even though every instinct in his soul cried out 
to explode into this radiant female!

"You guys do this sort of thing for a living?" Nabiki was both impressed and 
turned on more than she could ever have imagined.

"Beats our Nine-to-Five jobs," Miyu replied, "And the health benefits are not to 
be believed!"

"You'll find out more if you spend enough time around us," Yaku noted slyly, 
giving Nabiki a look very much like a wolf eyeing a tasty young deer, which both 
intrigued Nabiki and made her feel incredibly nervous.

Ranma was still experiencing a strange bifocality as he continued to ride Kasumi 
to the brink of mutual satiation.  On the one hand she was an altogether 
desirable bedmate whose face was flushed with delight and emotions that were 
normally deeply suppressed, but on the other hand she was like an older sister 
whom he wanted to protect, and making out with her like this felt...wrong for 
some indefinable reason.  It was the latter quality that kept him from going the 
full distance when Kasumi ultimately did climax, and while Ranma felt rock-hard 
with the need to climax himself, he was content to slide himself out from her as 
he turned at long last and confronted his Ucchan.

Ukyo had smiled the whole time while maintaining the veneer of dignity that 
befit a Miroku Ninja.  Seeing Ranma smile at her was enough to set her to her 
feet as the robe fell from her body, and suddenly her eyes glowed red and her 
hair became silver while nine long tails emerged from her rump, twining together 
to form a single bushy tail as she metamorphed into Sakura, her alternate 
persona.

"Done with the bush-league, kid?" she grinned, "Because now it's my turn...and 
you're not gonna buy me off with a simple humping..."

Ranma looked startled to find Ukyo letting Sakura out of the bottle, but he 
stood his ground as the silver-haired fox woman advanced upon him.  She was 
still his Ukyo underneath the somewhat alien cast to her features, and Kitsune 
or not, he would never shy away from her, not even in a sexual contest.

Ranmaru knew that he was on the verge of losing and had to work fast if he was 
to regain the advantage.  Miko was somehow thwarting his attempts to do her the 
way she was doing him, and that was frustrating his best efforts that had won 
against the likes of Fubuki and the others.  He managed to work one leg into 
position that could provide him with the leverage that he needed, and then he at 
last was able to flip Miko around and land on top of her, spreading her legs 
wide and using his momentum to hook them around and behind her head.  Miko was 
trapped in this position with her loins exposed, which gave Ranmaru the 
advantage with his cock still buried deep within her, and with that in mind he 
began to hump her in earnest, timing his strokes to read down deep at 
alternating angles, frustrating her best effort at anticipating him so that he 
hit her pleasurable nerve centers at random, helping to break up her 
concentration.

"Oooh, dirty pool," Miyu winced, seeing her adopted younger sister's face 
tighten up with clear evidence that she was being aroused by Ranmaru's efforts.

"Don't count Miko-chan out just yet," Yaku smiled, "She's been in this position 
before, remember?"

"I sure do," Fubuki winced slightly, fingering her crotch lightly.

Ranmaru sensed he was gaining the advantage when all at once the pelvic muscles 
in Miko's loins contracted, gripping his manhood firmly like a fist and 
preventing him from sliding.  The purple haired girl smiled up in relish at 
Ranmaru's startled expression, and then a sense of the inner walls of her vulva 
as they began to squeeze and stroke his cock, bringing Ranmaru back to the brink 
once again as the uncontrollable urge to cum took over, and before he could 
regain his self-control he felt his loins clench as his rod squirted hot jism 
inside her with Miko grinning in triumph, seconds before she allowed herself to 
experience her own intense orgasm.

Of course while this had been going on Sakura had been busy pouncing on Ranma 
and bearing him down to the floor, where she proceeded to make up for the 
previous night when he had allowed Ukyo to do the bulk of the screwing.  Now 
that she had this promising young stud under her care she was not about to waste 
the opportunity, and so she worked every charm that she had to making the boy 
give her the pleasuring she wanted, though it was more a case of her ravishing 
him with tongue, teeth, lips, breast, arm, leg fanny and tail as she used every 
part of her supple body to make love to the helpless boy, while Ranma appeared 
to be alternately mauled by her and stimulated to a new level of heightened 
arousal.

When Sakura finished rubbing her face against his cock and her breasts following 
this, she slid up and sat down on Ranma's manhood, willingly taking him into her 
crotch as she straddled him with a happy expression while the boy underneath her 
looked up and felt himself being drawn into her in more than just a metaphorical 
manner.

"Ohhh...so much potent energy!" Sakura mused, "You've been storing a lot of it 
up inside you, kid...now's your chance to let it all go into me, you horny Tom-
Cat!"

The word "Cat" triggered something in Ranma's persona that had been nestling 
there beneath the surface of his awareness.  Something about this white haired 
chick was reminding him a lot of a wild animal let loose out of its cage, and 
her clamoring all over him had been very reminiscent of the time he had been 
mauled by cats, which of course implied the Neko.

But rather than revert to the berserk state that always signified his need to 
escape from a situation where his fear of cats became overwhelming, he instead 
reverted to Cat-logic and saw a female whom he identified as "Mate," and from 
there the impulse took him over as he started to turn aggressive, surprising 
Sakura as she had been expecting to deal with a tame and docile Ranma.

In a trice she found herself riding the literal Tiger as Ranma flipped her over 
and bore her down to the floor, then mounted her from the rear, going into her 
with hard pumping action that caused her to groan in amazement at having the 
tables turned in such a dramatic manner.  Ranma was barely conscious of what he 
was doing as he let his animal lust explode inside him, and then he physically 
exploded, coming deep into Sakura's vulva with a force that literally felt like 
a geyser!

Unprepared for the backlash that such a massive release could have after having 
held himself in check for so long, Ranma rolled his eyes back in his head and 
slumped backwards, momentarily losing consciousness.  It was by sheerest 
coincident that this occurred at the exact same moment when Miko rode Ranmaru to 
completion.

"Huh?" Sakura said as she felt the boy withdraw from her after only experiencing 
a single powerful orgasm on her part, "That's it?  Thought the kid had more 
stamina than that.  Oh well...oh...oh...OH MY!" she started to buck and shudder 
as the delayed reaction of his release suddenly washed over her, the pent-up 
energies of his erotically-charged semen literally overwhelming her as massive 
spiraling discharges caused her to roll on the floor and writhe about like a cat 
that had buried its face in a box full of fresh catnip!

"Oh wow..." Botsasu said in amazement, "Simultaneous orgasms?"

"Sure looks like it," Miyu remarked, "Guess Miko and Ukyo were just too much for 
the poor guys."

"You mean it's a tie?" Akane asked.

"Not exactly," Yaku said slyly, turning an amused smirk at the writhing Sakura, 
"Smart move, Ucchan...very clever."

"What do you mean?" Nabiki asked her.

"I mean that you two just helped Ranma achieve a victory," Yaku explained, "He 
beat out Ranmaru on points."

"What?" Ranmaru grated from where he had been recovering upon the floor, "Me 
lose to that amateur?  No way!"

"Oh come on, Ranmaru," Miko said as she got up and looked down at him with a 
smug expression, "You put up one heck of a fight, but you ought to concede that 
Ranma beat you in the end there."

"He did nothing of the sort!" Ranmaru managed to sit upright, "We came at the 
same time, remember?"

"But only after Ranma made love to Botsasu, Yaku, Nabiki, Kasumi and Sakura," 
Miko winked down at him, holding up five fingers, then raising the other hand to 
tick off the remaining players, "You did it with Miyu-chan, Akane-chan, Fubuki-
chan and me...that makes four players to Ranma's five, or three you defeated to 
his four, either way meaning you lost by one girl..."

"Those two he defeated should not even count!" Ranmaru insisted, "They are total 
amateurs, hardly that difficult to bed and satisfy..."

"HEY!" Nabiki reacted.

"You also did Akane, brother-dearest," Botsasu pointed out, "She's an amateur, 
too, but she gave you a strong showing."

"Whose side are you on?" Ranmaru gave his sister a wounded expression.

"Yours, of course," Botsasu assured him, "Although I have to admit that Ranma 
was a surprising stud!  I wouldn't mind having another go at him myself...but 
the way I see it you both come out dead even."

"Hmm..." Miko said reluctantly, "If we did exclude the Tendo sisters, then I 
guess that means two victories apiece.  I guess it is a tie then..."

"I will not be satisfied with being matched or humbled by an amateur," Ranmaru 
declared, turning an accusing glare towards Ranma, "We will face each other 
directly this time to decide which of us is the better man!  No third parties to 
get in the way, just me against you...if you've got the balls for it, Saotome!"

There was a long pause of silence, and then Kasumi covered her mouth and said, 
"Oh my, Ranma still has to do it with Ranmaru?"

Another long pause followed this declaration, and then Ranma gasped a faint, 
"Nani...?"




Continued.

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The battle rages as Ranma faces off with Ranmaru, and meanwhile a certain Amazon 
will be paying a visit shortly, while the fathers playing Shogi become faintly 
aware that there's no one around to serve them tea and supper.  What will they 
do in the face of such a looming crisis, and what is Cologne's take on all of 
this...to say nothing of a certain blind fool and an equally clueless pig-boy?  
Tune in again for the conclusion of the match between sexual titans, and then 
have a look at how the other half lives in the realm of the Shikima.  Be there!

(Coming soon when I resume this: "Oh my...I didn't know Ranma could do 
THAT...!")

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