Lemonade Punch#5: My Bright-Eyed Girl paladin@mars.superlink.net Started: 7/4/96 Last Update: 3/1/97 WARNING!!! This is the fifth (Wow, five already?!) of the Lemonade Punch series! This is a Ranma *LEMON*. If you're offended by this or are just plain tired of Ranma FanFics (How could anyone be tired of Ranma FanFics? ^-^) then go away and never return! LP#5 was quite a project, longer than the whole LP series combined, but it was fun to write. Oh yeah, one other thing I should warn you about: Reading this utter nonsense is a complete waste of time unless you have nothing better to do! Now that that's done, below is the key for the complex code system I use and has left many readers baffled in its mist. Finally, if you don't get a complete copy of this FanFic or want to get the previous stories (which you should have read by now, otherwise this lemon might not make much sense... heh, not that they make much sense to begin with) E-mail me the line that your copy got cut off on or the story you want and I'll be happy to oblige. Well enough talking... on with the FanFic! "" Speech <> Thought ** Stress CAPS Volume *<>* Sound FX - Interruption ... Pause Lemonade Punch #5: "My Bright-Eyed Girl" by Paladin ** ** The flash of lighting and deep rolling sound of thunder caused Ranma to silently curse. His head turned upward to the gray skies and watched as the clouds gathered and darkened. A single raindrop hit his cheek. The sporadic sound of raindrops quickly became a steady patter then changed over to a torrential downpour, drenching Ranma-chan. She sneezed and sniffled slightly but shook her head and ignored it. It stunk that it was pouring. She had promised to take Akane out on a picnic; a rare romantic venture for Ranma. She was beginning to realize that her relationship with Akane required care and maintenance... it couldn't be left alone to stagnate. Yep, it definitely sucked that it was raining, but she wouldn't let that spoil her day. -=-=- Yasha stood before her superior, in a great marble hall. Actually, it wasn't marble at all but the stuffs which her dimension were formed from in the likeness of marble. The female judge was a stunningly beautiful woman with short white hair and a youthful countenance. Yasha was no slouch herself, with a curvaceous and buxom body and long, raven black hair, fashioned in slight curls. Her long, silky legs stretched all the way- to her feet. She, too, was strikingly beautiful; the two of them could turn any male head and cause them to conjure up lustful fantasies. But not here. That was because the hall was lined with gorgeous beauties such as themselves. Any male who wound up in there would find his head unscrewed from all his head turning. Besides that, any one of them could conjure up one's fantasies to the point that he would die of cardiac arrest (from excitement) or drowning (in one's own drool)... such was the nature of her race. "For the crime of insubordination... guilty. For the crime of irresponsible social behavior, you are found guilty." That came as no surprise to Yasha. There was no doubts about these crimes. "...and for the crime of conspiracy against the Sisterhood you are found not guilty." This did not bring Yasha any sigh of relief... she had expected as much with such a weak case against her. Still, there was the chance of conviction but she didn't take that chance seriously... she hardly took anything seriously. In fact, she would probably tell off the judge and perform lewd acts before the court if it would not get her in too much trouble. But it would, so she wouldn't. "Any remarks Sister Yasha?", the Judge inquired. Yasha's eyes glinted and she opened her mouth to fire off some smart remark, but she held her tongue, remarkably. She shook her head in the negative. "No? You are hereby stripped of your rank as a Warrior and sentenced to probational dream duty. Bailiffs?" Two uniformed amazons walked stiffly up to Yasha and unceremoniously ripped off her gown and took away her silver tiara. One moved to take her bra but Yasha held her at arms length with a cold glare. She reached behind and unhooked the breast covering herself. The Judge raised an eyebrow at that but chose to ignore it, the entire court was tired of this demoness and bringing it to attention would just keep her there longer. A red-head passed Yasha a card with the location of her next assignment and the two bailiffs ushered her out. Before they got her out the door, Yasha turned and projected the loudest, rudest, and most smelly odor she could produce right in front of the Judge... and winked. -=-=- Ranma-chan tossed the soggy roses to one side and wiped her hands on her pants. In her dash home she had completely forgotten that she was clutching a bunch of expensive flowers and had wacked them into this disastrous state. No matter, she didn't need a bunch of over-priced flora to be romantic. Perhaps dinner for two... "OWW!!", Ranma screamed as Panda stepped on her foot. "Ya big oaf! Watch where-" "Oh Ranma, you're home. Please don't track any mud into the house.", said the always domestically conscious Kasumi. Nabiki came up close and discreetly cupped Ranma-chan's crotch. "My, my, my Ranma...", she grinned, "You're awfully *wet*!" Ranma glowed bright red and began to sputter a fiery retort when Happousai glomped on to her chest. "Ranma, how kind of you! Although I prefer a wet T-shirt to a wet shirt!" Ranma screamed and struggled until she was able to punt Happousai through the wall and into the rain. Ranma-chan stood there panting with her fists and teeth clenched, reflecting. Obviously a quiet candle-lit dinner was out of the question.... -=-=- Yasha went down to the Dream Assignment Office as soon as the paperwork was done. All the other succubi in this area were scantily clad if at all... here, clothes were a sign of rank. She was allowed to keep her ankle and wrist bracelets to show she had formerly been a Warrior but for the sake of humiliation not honor. Demoted to a mere dream patroller she would have to work herself back up the ranks to become a fully-fledged Warrior again. Yasha moved to the front of the line and smiled when she recognized the succubus behind the desk. It was Opal, the very same succubus that assigned her dreams way back then. Opal returned the smile and passed her a form. "Hello Opal, I see you have no desire to rise in rank." "Too risky, it's not worth it... you've ended up back here yourself, anyway." "Heh. It's good to see you too, Opal." "That's *Sister* Opal.", Opal insisted. She let out a sigh. "Why can't to ever stick to the conventions of being a succubus?" "Not true! I'm a succubus in the truest sense; chaotic and free to do what I choose! The conventions will change and go in another century or two, you'll see." "Nonetheless, they are the current ruling power and you are under their influence whether you like it or not... are you done with that form yet?" "Almost... here you go *Sister* Opal." Opal looked over the form and nodded. She typed something into her terminal and pressed the last key with punctuation. A few seconds later a purple crystal popped out. "Here's your dream patrol, Sister Yasha. Do your duty. Remember the Human Front is just as important as the other ones." "Bah! There's no action... just a feeble attempt to corrupt the populous through wet-dreams. You know-" Opal silenced her and motioned for her to lean in close then spoke in hushed tones. "Yasha, this patrol came from the Magistrate herself. Perhaps it's an elite mission, but I don't know... something's funny. Please be careful, you're one of the last real succubus." "What? Opal, what do you mean-" Opal ignored her. "Neeeext!", she called. -=-=- After a quick hot shower, Ranma prepared to console Akane. He salvaged a presentable rose and fixed his hair. Knocking lightly on her door, he quietly entered. "Akane, you okay?" Akane was at her desk writing furiously. "Huh? What's that? Oh- sure. I'm okay." "You sure?" This was not quite what Ranma had expected. "Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" "Our picnic..." "Oh Ranma! I'm sorry, I totally forgot with all this work!" Forgot?!? Ranma was more than slightly annoyed. He had humbled himself to the womanly arts of cooking to prepare the meal; He had slaved over five whole courses! He had picked out the perfect location and reserved it by fencing the spot off. Hell, he even had a straw wicker basted and a white-and-blue-checkered picnic blanket!! Adding the fact that it all had to be done in secret made it even tougher. And she forgot?!? "You forgot?", Ranma tried to say evenly but failing. "Sorry, I suppose it doesn't matter since it's raining-" "That's not the point!", Ranma said more loudly than he intended. Akane reflexively grew defensive at his tone. "What do you mean?" "Nevermind...", Ranma sighed. It wasn't her fault it had rained. She didn't know how much effort he put into it. "Here.", he held out the rose awkwardly, "This is for you." "Oh you're so sweet!" She kissed him on the cheek. Akane put the rose in her pencil holder and turned back to her work. She spoke with her back to him. "First sunny day, we'll go out on that picnic, I promise." Ranma ground his teeth half because of her patronizing words and half because of her indifferent tone. He got a grip, though. The last thing he needed was a fight with Akane right now. Determined to do something romantic, Ranma moved up behind her and began working on her shoulders, kneading at tense muscles. Akane let out a sigh of gratitude. She leaned back and closed her eyes, dropping her pen for the moment. "Mmm... that feels great...." Encouraged by the appreciative response, Ranma brushed her hair aside and began planting kisses along her neck. Akane giggled then pulled away, returning to her schoolwork. But Ranma continued to suck at her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. "Ranma,", Akane giggled. "I'm very busy!", she said more sternly. Ignoring her, Ranma gently nibbled her earlobe then teased her ear with his tongue. Akane squirmed. "I can't concentrate like this! I've got a lot of work! Maybe later." Ranma couldn't bring himself to stop. He reached up and squeezed one of Akane's breasts. She stiffened. ** Akane had spun around suddenly, managing to slap Ranma and knock him back with the chair at the same time. He lay on his back, rubbing his cheek. "Baka! What did you do that for?!?" "You pervert! Why did you do that!?!" "Hey, it's not like I haven't done that before!" "I didn't ask for it!" "Che! You try to be romantic-" "Oh go knock up your whores!" Ranma cringed. That... hurt. "You are *sooo* uncute!!!" Akane flinched. That had always irritated her but somehow it really wounded her this time. "GET OUT!!!" Ranma saw her flinch and immediately regretted it, but guilt, anger, and pride held back his apology. Not wanting to face this right now he slammed the door behind him as he left. Outside, Ranma turned around and raised his hand to knock... hesitated, then shook his head and walked away. At least the rain hadn't spoiled his day... no, he did that brilliantly on his own. -=-=- Yasha descended into the dream by the book. There had been some strange disturbances early on but she somehow got through them. Entering the mind she normally could pick up exactly what was going on but interference let her only go by what she could get. Yasha figured that the fogginess was probably the result of old age; most likely she was in some perverted, old man's fantasy. First things first, she assumed the likeness of the one being dreamed about. Hmm, wild red hair tied in a tight short pony-tail, slight body yet very buxom (men have a tendency to exaggerate proportions in dreams), large glittery eyes, and finally a very soft and round derrie. Her attire was a standard, blue sailor school uniform. And the setting was a typical teen-aged girl's room, stuffed animals and all (she doubted this man had ever actually been in a teen-aged girl's room). She plopped herself onto the soft, pink bed and waited for further information. Masturbate. What? Oh... how typical. She flipped up her skirt to find- what a surprise- she was pantiless. Yasha worked herself methodically... okay, what next? Ranma. Huh? Was she supposed to call out that name or was it hers? Yours. Okay, that way she can follow commands, right? Wait. Yasha grew slightly nervous... the fog was induced, this person had extensive control of his subconscious. And even in that case, she should be able to detect more than what was given by the host. One side of the room fogged out revealing a misty darkness beyond. Just barely, Yasha could make out an approaching figure. -=-=- "Jerk." "Idiot." "Pervert." "Stupid." "Jack- arrgh!" Insulting himself wasn't helping. What he really wanted to do was go and make up with Akane. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Shameful of his behavior, he wondered... why didn't he stop? Even he wasn't so dense as to realize that Akane wasn't in the mood. Hell, he practically had a harem of girls to do those kind of things for him... once. That was the problem, he had lost all his women. Not that he exactly had a harem. Most men, this sometimes included himself, fantasize about a having a dozen or more beautiful women pamper and please him in any way he chooses. You know, grapes, fans, massages- the whole bit. Ranma's girls violently ripped off his clothes and pleased *themselves* with his body as if it were a piece of meat... not that his situation had been horrible, but most men granted with his harem would be glad to be rid of it after a week or so... maybe. So, as much as he groaned and complained, his pride loved to be the admiration of those girls. Besides... as ashamed as he was to admit it... he missed the sex. In his own way, Ranma was addicted to the Dust. As much as he resisted them, he loved it and was beginning to need it. It was really beginning to bug him that they no longer made any advances toward him. No flirting, advances, flaunting, or lewd jokes (except the occasionally Nabiki one). They didn't tease him (not often, at least), tempt him, nor show any desire for him... it drove him nuts! Ranma found himself trying to flirt with them or flaunt his physique to get them to display some sort of need... but no response. Dr. Tofu's Amnesia Potion did the trick in curing the Passion Dust Junkies. As a result he found himself remarkably in need of female companionship. Sudden withdrawal from the smothering affection of the women left Ranma in bad shape. For a moment he had even considered Shampoo.... But he caught himself and Ranma moved to Akane. So the whole picnic affair wasn't completely a romantic venture, but more in hopes of getting lucky. Akane had seen right through him when he groped at her like a hungry wolf, so he deserved the slap. Ranma knew he was a jerk, he had reduced his relationship with Akane to his own base lusts... but he was only human! Whatever. He let out a heavy sigh and sulked off to his room. Ranma promised himself to make it up to Akane. After cursing himself some more, he hit the lights, and went to sleep. -=-=- "Hentosai!", Yasha gasped. "It's always good to see you, Yasha.", Hentosai grinned. "I can't say the same, Half-breed." "Demons have always been ranked above the Succubi. Show some respect for your superior!" "Mutt! Humans- er- half-humans have no rank!" "That's because they are wild cards. They can surprise you, easily." "Feh, I prefer your brother's ignorance to your arrogance any day." "It's not ignorance, it's idiocy! He refuses to admit his heritage, he's got himself thinking he's a full blooded human!" "At least he behaves like one! You're not a proper demon *or* human!" She spat to one side with contempt. Hentosai ruffled and recoiled. "Nonetheless!", he said regaining his composure, "I am asleep and have summoned you! You will do as I wish!" "But demons don't dream!" "One of the many redeeming qualities of being half-human, my dear. I can dream while fully awake and conscious.", he smiled. Yasha made a retching noise. "Whatever it is you want, you're not getting it!" "I summoned you! -You cannot!-", his face turned red as a beet. "I am- ...was, a Warrior. Your summons is meaningless to me! I'm outta here!" Her eyes glowed and intense green until the light engulfed her form and blinded Hentosai. After the light faded, Hentosai blinked and rubbed his eyes... she was still there. "It... didn't work.", she said it more as a question than a statement. Panicking, she tried again... no dice. Hentosai smiled up at her. "The Magistrate and I had a little deal-" "It didn't work?!" "-she considers your behavior highly dangerous to the Succubi way of life... you are mine to hold until she can form a new case against you, and that could take decades! This was all under the table of course, the official story is that you got lost during a-" Yasha conceded. She knew the drill, in fact she had been assigned to handle corrupt deals like this before. That was the beauty of chaos... how could you corrupt chaos? With an infusion of law and order, that's how. "What do you want?", she sighed. "First, you will make me deliriously happy with that shape- shifting body of yours..." Yasha suddenly became conscious of her appearance. She shifted to the most grotesque, sex-less creature she could think of... Hentosai. "Like this?", she asked innocently. "Gak! Young and nubile! Not old and hideous!!!" "This then?" Yasha assumed the form of a young boy. "I'm a connoisseur of female assets not a sick pervert! Girls! GIRLS! I WANT GIRLS!!!" Yasha changed to a group of young, soft, female bunnies... the fuzzy type that hop with the big ears. "GRRRRR-", Hentosai looked as if he was about to throw a hissy fit... he did. After finishing his tantrum he resumed his posture and calmed his senile self. "Heh heh, you're very funny. But I can wait. I hold your *freedom* in my hands and I can keep you until you do my bidding. I don't need your body, but I do need your skills. I have another task for you to do instead." The bunnies stopped romping around and all stood attention, staring with their big watery, green eyes. "There is a house, a dojo actually, that is home to the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen in all my years. There were other girls there... yes, four lovely specimens of lovely, young, female anatomy. But the red-headed one has stolen my heart. At first I feared that I had killed her... my Passion Fever Attack was accidentally released against her... but after a long journey following a strange pig, I finally found myself back at the dojo to find her alive and well. It was a miracle! Yet I could not bring myself to approach her. My knees turn to jelly and my old heart beats until it threatens to burst! A silly grin pastes itself on my face and my peni- .... -ahem. Yasha, do you realize what this means..... I AM IN LOVE!!!" Yasha felt a wave a nausea turn in her stomach at the same time a tickling laughter threatened to bubble out of her throat. Everyone knew demons couldn't fall in love! The two simply didn't mix... that was what was making her sick. The thought that this half demon might be in love was what she found hilarious. With disgust and ridicule welling up in her she decided to laugh first. She bent over laughing until she fell to the ground. Then she rolled around, still laughing. Yasha laughed until her insides hurt... then she threw up on Hentosai's feet, over and over, while still giggling now and then. She wiped her mouth and recovered slightly as she got to her feet. Hentosai looked at the nasty puddle at his feet then made it disappear by banishing it from his mind. He stared at her with an annoyed look on his face until she completely calmed down. "Alright, already... I'm done... what *is* it that you want?" "A pair of her panties." The look on his face was so completely serious that Yasha had to bite her lip from exploding into laughter again. "Jeez, whatta ya need me for? Get them yourself!" "As I told you before, my knees turn to jelly... I can't do it with any level of competency. I am not yet ready to face my Beloved... but until then, a pair of her panties will be enough to allow me to- ahem- perform personal business." "Gack! Don't mention that or I'll hurl again!" "You're a succubus... your business is to make men do that!" "*Men*! Not *YOU*! Yuck! The mental image itself is enough to kill me!" "Grrrr- Joke all you want... you're not leaving until I get a pair of Ranma's panties!!!" "Calm down you dirty old mutt! Okay, I'll do it. Just tell me what to do and where to do it." "I thought you might see it my way..." -=-=- Yasha felt the repellent force as she approached the Dojo. As she got closer the force became strong then suddenly disappeared. Yasha looked about nervously then after nothing happened she shrugged and continued with her "mission." Yasha assumed the form of Ranma-chan in the same blue sailor outfit that Hentosai had pictured for her before. This whole venture was entirely too shaky. Hentosai had barely provided her with any information. If anyone in the dojo asked her a question, she'd be discovered right away. She walked into the gate and cursed when she saw two middle- aged men blocking the doorway with a game of Shogi. They looked so intent on their game, Yasha figured that she could slip by... suddenly both men looked up from their game and stared at her. <*Shit!*> "Um... hello Uncle!" That was safe enough, in Japan, nearly everyone was referred to as your uncle. The man with the mustache grinned and returned the greeting. "Hello Ranma!" She looked to the bald one who was frowning at her. "What's this Boy? You don't even greet your own Father?!?" "Uh, oh! Sorry... Hi Father. Um, bye!" Yasha quickly slipped past them and around the corner. She wiped her brow. -=-=- "A-HAH!!!! I'VE GOT YOU TENDO!!!!", declared Genma as he slammed down his Shogi piece. Soun assumed several thought postures as he looked at his situation. "Not quite yet, Saotome... I can still- ah no that won't work ...a-hah! I can- nope... There's still a chance of- oh nevermind that doesn't work either.", Soun shrugged and looked up from the board, "Looks like you win Saotome." Soun looked at Genma whose teeth were clenched and face was twitching. "Saotome! Did you hear me? You've won!" Soun grabbed Genma and shook him to try to get him to respond. Genma turned to him and croaked out. "M-my S-s-son... he w-w-was wearing a d-dress... wasn't he?" "Um, why yes. A nice navy blue one, I think. Although the skirt was a little too short.... It's almost scandalous, the way our children are exposed these days. Those kind of uniforms really ought to be outlawed- ... - D-D-D-DRESS?!?!?" "**RAANNNNNMMMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!**" -=-=- Yasha plopped down on her knees in frustration. She had successfully stumbled upon the laundry room and was rummaging through all the small pastel colored unmentionables. Earlier she had been baffled by the sheer numbers of panties all within the little pervert's room. At least in here the panties belonged to only the girls of this house. Yasha began stuffing the panties in her pockets. When she ran out of those she sticking a few along her waist-band. Once out of room there she began stuffing down her blouse. That began to fill up so she unbuttoned her top a bit for more room. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Yasha, startled, hurried to gather all the panties and hide them. "RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door. Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of a Ranma-chan clone bent over on the laundry floor with a pile of panties in her arms. With her blouse undone and her bent over position, they were greeted with an eyeful of cleavage... with panties stuffed between it. Yasha looked up innocently and said sweetly, "Oh... hello Father... hello Uncle." The two men screamed and bolted out of the laundry room and slammed its door shut. -=-=- Soun knelt outside the laundry door, weeping. "Saotome... ** Tell me I didn't see that!" Genma clenched his fist and ground his teeth. "I wish I could Tendo. The Boy's too weak I tell you! The Curse has finally gotten the better of him! He's lost his sanity! We've got to do something to save him... to restore his manhood!" "Perhaps he's doing it to get my daughters' panties? You know, all boys his age are a little hentai... it would be better for him to be a little hentai than a twisted cross-dresser! I won't have my dear Akane marrying some sicko!!!!" "We will check then, Tendo!" -=-=- She made her own panties disappear then picked up a small, light blue pair at random and stepped into them. Yasha pulled them up to find the crotch-piece fit perfectly but the sides were a bit loose. She pulled up on the sides to compensate. Again, the door was kicked open. Again, Yasha, was startled, causing her to jerk her arms up- -taking the panties with them. "RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door. This time Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of Yasha with her back to them. Her skirt was hiked up at her waist and she was pulling up on the blue panties, which were burying themselves in her buttocks. Genma urked and Soun choked. Yasha let go of the panties, smoothed her skirt down, and turned her head around to look innocently at the intruders and said sweetly, "Oh... hello Father... hello Uncle." The two men screamed and bolted out of the laundry room and slammed its door shut. -=-=- "TENDO WHAT WILL I DO!?! WHAT WILL I DO!?! WHAT WILL I-" "Saotome!!! For starters you can stop slamming my head against the wall!!! Secondly... I feel that this evidence is still only circumstantial. I think we must- ahem- enter a final time to get a another look.", Soun said as he adjusted his pants. "What?!? This time he could be *naked*!!!" "Exactly- I mean, um, of course not! I find it hard to accept that my son-in-law-to-be is having doubts about his sexuality Trust me, I have three children of my own to-" "Fine then! I'll give him one more chance before I ship him off to China!!!" -=-=- Yasha realized whatever chance she had at not getting caught had evaporated. For the final time, the door was kicked open. This time Yasha wasn't really startled as she saw the pattern emerge. "RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door. This time Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of.... Nothing. Yasha looked at the two blindfolded men with puzzlement, but she didn't sit and ponder. She quickly gathered two fistfuls of panties and crawled between their legs. "Now Ranma, my boy. I realize you must be going through something horrible right now- I went through a similar phase with my Panda curse- but we can all get through this if we just communicate a little better, right? Ah, hello?" The two men groped blindly forward, crouching downward slowly until they were crawling forward. "Just what the Hell do you think you're doing Old Man?!?", yelled an annoyed and distinctly male Ranma behind them. Genma and Soun immediately shed their blindfolds and spun around to see Ranma and the three Tendo girls looking at them sitting in a pile of girls underwear. "Oh my!", cried Kasumi in her usual fashion. "Father!", gasped Akane. "Daddy, dearest... care to explain yourself? Just what would Mother say about you rummaging through our underclothes?", said Nabiki in her deadpan, yet amused, voice. A little man leapt up and added himself to the laundry room's doorframe. "That's my boys! I knew all that training had to pay off one day! Tsk tsk tsk... but Soun... your own girls!!!", admonished the little old pervert, Happousai. Red-faced, they tried to explain. "B-b-but..." "Ranma- you were just-" The two fathers gave up and fainted. -=-=- "NO NO NO NO *NO*!!!!" "But how can you tell!?!" "I don't owe you and explanation, witch! None of these are hers, you useless bimbo!" "If you tell me how *YOU* know maybe *I* can tell which ones are hers on the next run!" "NO! It is not for you to know!" "Will ya stop yelling already?!?" "I'M NOT YELLING!!!!" "Baka...", Yasha muttered. At this rate she'd be under the service of this senile old fool for the next millennia! If only she could figure out a way to break free of his grip.... "-return tomorrow and try again. You understand?!" "Hmm? Oh yes, affirmative, O Great Wrinkled and Impotent One!" She had barely heard a word he had said but she thought she had the general gist of what he was saying. Go in, confirm the target's room, grab the panties, and get out. Sounded simple enough, but then again, so did the first plan. -=-=- "I can't believe you *STILL* won't eat my cooking!!!" "If you want to kill me, why do you just say so!?!" "ARRRGH! I can't believe you, Ranma! You're so pig-headed!" "Ranma... Akane... could you keep it down? The two of you are giving me a head-ache." "Stay out of this, Nabiki! Akane! Whose being more stupid? Me, for wanting to live another day, or you, for not giving up this thing you obviously can't, and never will, do!" "Oooo!!! That does it!!! Ranma, you *owed* me at least this! Don't think I've forgotten what happened two nights ago. I-" "O! What happened two nights ago, Sis, hmmm?" "SHUT UP, NABIKI!!" Yasha watched the angry exchange from a distance. She could not hear what they were saying, but she could sense it was an old argument from the tired look on Nabiki's face. They would all be distracted. This was the perfect time to slip in as these humans entered the dojo after their schooling. She assumed the form of a school girl. Yasha picked a young face but a tall, thin body so that she could be accepted as the peer of any of the three entering the dojo. Her eyes flashed green and she was teleported right behind Nabiki who didn't notice her one bit. As they entered they were greeted with broad smiles and warm welcomes by Soun and Genma as the two looked up from their Shogi match. "Welcome home, my reasons for living!" "Give a hug to your old father!" They "urked" as the arguing couple passed them and Nabiki followed suit by ignoring them completely, shaking her head and rubbing her temple as she walked by. This left Yasha in front of Genma and Soun, all alone... no problem, she knew these jokers. "Grrrr... no respect, absolutely no respect...- Hm? Who's this? Hello, you are...?" "Hello, Sirs, I'm Yasha Tenma!", she said cheerfully, "I'm here to... er- to-...." "Yasha, eh? What kind of parents name their child 'Demoness' ... is it a joke?" "Ha ha, yes- um, my parents expected Hell with a little devil of a bundle but instead got me, a little Angel!" Yasha made sure her eyes gave off an extra green sparkle. "Hmm... I see, nothing like my, Nabiki! HO HO HO!" "Yes, how fitting that we are lab partners at school... I'm here to work on a project with her-" "And she left you here all by yourself to entertain two old men? For shame! You see, Soatome, what has become of our children these days? Here, I'll call her! NABI-" Yasha cut off his shout. "Oh, no need to call her back here!", she tittered and waved her hand in a little dismissive gesture, "Just point the way and I'll go off." "Okay, very good then..." Soun proceeded to tell Yasha where Nabiki's room was. "What a nice girl, eh Tendo?" "Yes indeed... 'Demoness', Hah! Imagine if!" -=-=- Yasha moved down the hall until she bumped into Kasumi, who was carrying a basket of laundry. "Oh my... who are you?", asked the proper hostess. "Uh, Yasha Tenma, Ranma's lab partner... can you direct me to her room, please? She left me somewhat lost.", Yasha smiled. "Oh that's good, with such a mature girl like you, you're certainly be able to help Ranma get a good grade. It was Ranma, was it not?", Kasumi beamed back. "Yes, Miss.", Yasha smiled so widely her eyes shut. "Oh alright then...", Kasumi pointed down the hall and around the corner, "Nice meeting you!" "You too!", Yasha's face hurt from all the smiling. She decided that Kasumi was right and assumed a younger and cuter form in order to seem like she would fit into Ranma's grade. -=-=- "I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!!! **", screamed Akane as she slammed her door shut. "FINE!!! **", yelled Ranma as he did the same. Akane opened her door back up to respond. "FINE!!! **" "GO TO HELL!!! **" "GO TO HELL, YOUSELF!!! **" "SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!!! **" "RANMA NO BAKA!!!!!" Akane was just about to slam her door shut for the last time when she stopped at the sight of a cute girl about her age. "Oh, I'm sorry, who are you?", said Akane slightly out of breath from all her screaming. "My name's Yasha Tenma, I'm here to help Ranma on a science project... we're lab partners.", Yasha said, gushing cuteness. , thought Akane. "You can't be Ranma's lab partner, *I'm* Ranma's lab partner! Com'on what do you want?", said Akane somewhat aggressively. Yasha knew she had screwed up... she had to think of something fast- "I'm sorry for lying- strict parents and all that- mmmm, the truth is, Ranma and I set up a little slumber party. So if you could direct me to-" "WHAT!!?!!?!!?!!" Yasha jumped back slightly at her response and took it the wrong way. "Oh, oh! I'm sorry! Ranma didn't invite you?! I'm sure it was an oversight! You can come! Let's invite a whole bunch of girls! I already have two or three friends coming! Oh, please don't be mad.... We can all sleep together!!!", Yasha said quickly. "***W*H*A*T***!!!?!!!?!!!", seethed Akane as she glowed a vengeful azure. Yasha stepped back a bit a cursed, As Akane stormed off, Yasha decided to back off and assume a pitiful, puppy-faced look to defend herself from any possible attacks. Akane wasn't gone long. -=-=- "Baka... stupid Akane.", muttered Ranma unhappily. He didn't have time to reflect on his sorrows as Akane kicked in his door bearing a pail of cold water. "What the-?! Haven't you heard of privacy- **", Ranma-chan sputtered, "Hey you! I- **" Were Ranma-chan's last words before Akane malleted her into oblivion. "Pig.", huffed Akane. -=-=- From her position in the hallway, Yasha had missed Ranma's change into Ranma-chan. But she still had heard the awful crunching sound and winced when she heard the mallet fall repeatedly. Akane passed by her calmly as if she was invisible and slammed the door to her room. Yasha stood there a bit not sure whether to proceed or not then quickly slid into Ranma's room and locked the door. Inside it was a fairly small and simple room. On the bed lay a pained and unconscious Ranma-chan, facedown. Yasha pulled at Ranma's waistband but it didn't come off easily so she flipped Ranma-chan over. With her middle and ring fingers clenched into her palms and a dazed and contorted face, Ranma-chan was definitely not the image of beauty that Hentosai had painted for Yasha... still, even now she was cute. The next thing that Yasha noticed was that the drenched white cotton top that Ranma-chan was wearing not only did a poor job of containing the red-head's bust, but what it did cover could be seen through the damp material. This all accentuated the fact that the cute girl was bra-less. Yasha was sorely tempted to play a bit but shook her head and returned to her mission. She undid Ranma's draw- string then pulled down her pants to reveal a pair of lovely, pink- ... <*BOXERS*!?! What the Hell is *this*!?!> This *proved* that she was destined to suffer! Of all the girls for Hentosai to become infatuated with, he had to pick the only one that didn't wear a bra or panties... but *BOXERS*!!! ...and they were tacky yellow and blue ones at that!! She could imagine the reaction if she tried to bring Hentosai back a pair of these! Yasha made a quick and panicked search of the room for any signs of women's underwear only to find more boxers and more men's clothing. * I guess that's what her Old Man meant by 'Boy'... she's a complete Tomboy! Not even a pair of girl's gym shorts that I could've passed as panties!> Yasha decided to re-think her position and go with the boxers -after all Hentosai had his special way of determining if they were Ranma's or not, and these were. She supposed that it would be better than nothing. She took Ranma-chan's pants off and then began to pull Ranma-chan's boxers down. Yasha had been unconsciously holding her breath which she let out in a small gasp as Ranma-chan's smooth mound was exposed. Her hairless slit was pink and moist. Ranma's entire body was still slightly damp but the moisture had begun to condense into small droplets all over her. Yasha crouched down and buried her noise into Ranma-chan's sex inhaling her fragrance. She slid both hands up Ranma's waist and under her wet T-shirt, to fondle the globes of soft flesh. Ranma let out a moan and began to dampen further. As much as she wished to continue, Yasha checked her internal time and knew she had to go soon so she gave Ranma-chan's a long affectionate lick along her slit and got up. She pocketed the yellow boxer shorts, flashed her eyes green then teleported back to Hentosai. Ranma moaned and shifted, her legs sliding back and forth at Yasha's departure. Ranma-chan's hand snaked between her legs and continued.... -=-=- "So, Yasha, did you succeed in your mission?" "You *could* say that..." "HM? What do you mean?!", growled an impatient Hentosai. Yasha crossed her fingers and held out the crumpled piece of cloth in her palm. "Oh boy!" Hentosai leaped for joy as he grabbed it and rubbed it lovingly, snuggling his face against it. "Oh my dear sweet Yasha, thank you so very much! These are certainly hers! These are the most perfect specimen of... -eh?" Hentosai smoothed out the his treasure to reveal them to be a pair of boxers. "AHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!?", he screamed at the top of his croaking and cracking voice. "It's not a joke. I simply couldn't-" "GAAHH!!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!!" "Please, listen to me! I-" But Hentosai ignored her, he grasped the boxers between his fists and meditated only to come out of his trance even more agitated. "THEY *ARE* HERS!!!! B-B-BUT-" "WILL YOU SHUT-UP ALREADY, YOU OLD FART!!?!?!!" Hentosai's eyes watered as he came to the edge of sobbing. He clutched the boxers tightly as he looked up at the obviously pissed demoness. "Good... I did everything as you said: infiltrating the dojo and making it into the target's room. I searched every crevice of her room and found no signs of any panties... only a lot of men's clothing. I suspect that she's a cross-dress-" "NO DON'T SAY IT!!!! DON'T YOU *DARE* SAY IT!!!!" "Ah, well, ahem- yeah, whatever... anyway, I thought it wise to get whatever I could so I took these boxers directly off the target and brought them to you. I've brought you her under-clothes, may I go now?" "No! I demand a pair of panties! This won't do! You will return one more time, this time via dream, and find out what this- this- well *THIS*", he pointed angrily at the boxers, "is all about!" "Whatever....", sighed Yasha. -=-=- Yasha descended into Ranma's mind without a hitch. She was about to begin weaving when she realized that Ranma already had a dream in progress. Yasha walked through several veils of mist until she found the source of the strange sounds she had been hearing. ** ** ** ** At center of the commotion sat a raven-haired boy with the same hair-style, pig-tail and all, as Ranma. He was inhaling vast amounts of dream food, stuffing his face with everything within reach. In the short intervals between handfuls of grub he would be grinning broadly with obvious happiness. As if to answer, a eight foot tall Akane appeared in front of the boy and spoke in a booming voice. "Pig!" "Wha- me? No!-", he said, mouth still full. "You eat *this* and not *MY* food?!?" A plate of writhing organic stuff appeared in her hands. "Eat it, you pig!!", she boomed as she stuffed it down his throat. Yasha could see that this dream was quickly moving into nightmare land.... "NOOO!!!" "PIG!", she mercilessly answered. Akane began to grow in size. The boy freaked and fell backwards. "Please, I'm not-" "PIG!!!", she insisted as she continued to grow. "Akane, forgive me! I-" "*PIG*!!!" **, squealed a little black pig with a yellow bandanna as the boy screamed madly. Then... silence. , thought Yasha as she decided to stick around. The silence and darkness slowly gave way to a new scene. A landscape of irregularly steep mountains, gray mists, and a thousand little springs (with bamboo poles sticking out?!?) unfolded before her eyes. She tore at her hair and smacked her head in frustration trying to get the answer off the tip of her brain. Yasha calmed down and opted to pay attention as the raven-haired boy appeared again. He was wearing a gi with a pack strapped to his back while standing on one of the many cliffs overlooking the springs. He moved to the edge and looked down. Suddenly the cliff gave way and he tumbled down the mountain side, being bounced and bruised until he reached the bottom his body landing next to one of the springs. The boy shook his head and dusted himself off before getting up and looking around. Just then, the water of the nearest spring began to bubble and boil. The boy backed up a bit in fear then totally freaked as a giant wet panda emerged and lunged at him. It grabbed him before he could react and threw him into another spring. All while this strange opera played itself out infront of Yasha she continued to empathically sense Ranma's feeling of destiny and impending doom. Out emerged the red-haired Ranma that Yasha knew, but before she could even take one step, a kettle of boiling hot water was poured upon her head. Ranma screamed and transformed into the black-haired boy. A bucket of cold water was splashed in his face. He yelped at the instant chill then reverted back to Ranma-chan. This happened over and over until Yasha decided to put a stop to it. She over-rode Ranma's dream and summoned out Ranma... but instead she came up with the boy. Finally, Yasha put two and two together. "Ranma? Is that you?" "What, who are you?! Where are you?" Oops. Yasha realized that she had forgotten to assume a visible form, she took her "true" form at which Ranma gawked at for several seconds. Oops, again. She made modest by materializing some clothes. "W-what are you?" "I'm a succubus... are you Ranma or not?", she asked impatiently. "Y-y-yes, who else would I be?" "Who is this, then?" Yasha pointed to a image of Ranma-chan she created. "That's me. Actually that's my cursed self-" "Jusenkyo!!! That's it! I remember! When doused with cold water the cursed one transforms into the being that drowned in the spring in which he or she fell! It all makes sense now! So you are really a boy!!" "OF COURSE I'M A BOY!!!" "Okay, okay, so you're a boy... that's not going to make my job any easier.", mumbled Yasha. "What job is that?" "Err, I've got to get a pair of your panties." "I don't wear panties!!!!" "That's my problem, see?", said Yasha smiling. She began to find the situation amusing. She could have some fun.... "Why the Hell do you want something I don't have?!?" "Hmm, we'll talk about this later... Do you want to fuck?" "WHAT?!?!" "Well, I am, after all, a succubus. And sex is what is usually expected of my race from human males... that's not all we can do but it has become somewhat of a tradition. Besides, I don't mind at all. Come on now, don't be shy!" Yasha smiled seductively and Ranma reflexively backed away. "D-don't come any closer. I love- I've got a fiancee. Hey you!-", Yasha already had her arms draped about his shoulders, "STOP! Demoness! I can't handle *ANOTHER* ONE!!!" Ranma pushed her back and congratulated himself for being able to resist temptation. Only, he forgot that Yasha could more or less read his mind. And she was slightly miffed at being rejected... something that had never ever happened to her before. "Ha! You only held out because I'm going easy on you! Take *this*!" Yasha's eyes shone green again as she tapped Ranma's hormones and opened the floodgates of his desire. Ranma's heart skipped a beat then went double-time. Before him was the most perfect specimen of female anatomy. The physical attraction he had toward her at that moment was the strongest anyone could have. Yasha brushed some curls behind her ears and smiled slightly at Ranma. He melted and nearly fainted. Ranma knew that if she held his hand he'd collapse and if she hugged him he have a heart attack. She did one better. Yasha locked her lips onto Ranma's and held them there with enthusiasm [Adjusting her height to accommodate him]. , thought Yasha. But she was wrong. This wasn't the first time Ranma had be neuro-chemically pushed into passion, in fact it was probably his fourth or fifth time, and each time he gained more tolerance and resistance. Ranma broke her hold and held her back by holding her wrists. At first Yasha was stunned by this resistance but she smirked and countered. She fell back and changed the scene into a bedroom. This left Ranma holding her down by her wrists on a bed. Yasha followed up by wisking away her dress and replacing it with skimpy lingerie. Ranma's eyes went wide... he had used up too much strength on that last effort. "Come now, Ranma, why do you have to be so difficult?" "I ain't being nothing! Just leave me alone!!" "Fine then..." She quickly slid her arms out so that Ranma fell down on her. He frantically lifted his face to get it out from in between her breasts and looked up until their faces were nearly touching. "But before I go... one kiss." Ranma wasn't an idiot. He knew that one kiss led to two then to three then to all other sorts of wonderful things. But he couldn't hold out any longer, and besides, she didn't seem to be the bad sort of succubus... perhaps she'd keep her word and leave it at one kiss. "All right... but only one." Yasha nodded and closed her eyes. Ranma examined the face before him. She was gorgeous. Mature and beautiful... yet natural so that one didn't feel like they were looking at a super-model. Her raven-black hair was shrewn about the pillow and shone slightly. He moved to deliver the kiss... Ranma immediately thanked Heaven he wasn't so stubborn as to accept her kiss. The intensity was so high, Ranma knew he was going to commit a lecherous act. Could it be? That being depraved of sex for so long caused him to be so intensely turned on by a mere kiss? The idea bothered him enough to get him to stop. He pulled back almost reluctantly and opened his eyes. Before him was his cursed, red-headed, girl-type persona smiling up at him with contentment and cute green eyes. Then she said in Ranma-chan's voice, "I'll be seeing you soon... forget all this-", she said as she kissed him on the forehead, "but don't forget me." She kissed Ranma on the lips lightly, sending a chill down his spine... it was so eerie, like being kissed by a mirror. A flash of green and it was all over. In the morning, he wouldn't remember a thing about the dream but he would recall a cousin. A certain cousin... Ranko. -=-=- "...and her scan shows that she burned them all." "B-B-BURNED?! *ALL* of them?!?" "I'm truly sorry..." The smile on her face show that she was obviously not. Yasha was really enjoying herself as she watched Hentosai swallow her bull. "But *why*?!? What would drive her to-" "The scan said she did it after that time you visited. She may have survived your Passion Attack, but it looks like her mind has suffered some as a result." Yasha paused to take in Hentosai's look of grief when she told him he was the cause. "There is an up side to all this... I've found that this cross-dressing is a defensive mechanism. Inside, she's still a feminine flower begging to bloom and slip on a pair of panties-" Hentosai was crying now, out of the pure joy of hope. "She'll need someone, of course, to guide her back onto the path. Ranma is having trouble with her sexuality." "Won't she recover on her own?" "I'm afraid not... guess this means I'll have to join their household as a guest and get her to don a pair!" "Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-" "Let go of me you toad!!!", shouted Yasha as Hentosai grabbed her chest and buried his face into it. Yasha turned herself into a cactus forcing Hentosai to let go. "There, that's better... just remember our deal Old Fart: I deliver her panties... and you give me back my freedom." "But of course-" "Then I'll be going now. Don't want to spend another second in your twisted mind if I can help it. Bye." Yasha transformed back and set her eye aglow, teleporting her out. Hentosai waited until she left to get up, dust himself off, and wipe away his crocodile tears. The Bitch had not told him... just as he expected. Everything was continuing to go according to plan. But then... why wouldn't it? -=-=- Everything was more or less as it should be at the Tendo Training Hall. Genma, Soun, and the three Tendo sisters were all happily eating their weekend breakfast together. They were all munching along happily when everyone stopped, everyone except Genma. "What? What is it? Tendo, is something the matter?" "Hello everyone!", said a red-head cheerfully, "The doorbell wasn't working and the door wasn't locked so I let myself in... I hope you don't mind." Genma spun around to see his son (daughter?) dressed in a pink frilly hoop dress, white gloves, parasol, and all. "AURRGH!!! What are you doing, my Boy!!! Are you trying to kill you Father with *SHAME*!!!" He stood up in fury. "What is the matter?! What is *THIS*!!!?" Genma pointed at her apparel. "Actually, Ranma, you look rather cute.", Nabiki added help- fully. Genma glared at her. "MY GOD!!! YOU'RE EVEN WEARING... *PANTIES*!!!!", shouted Genma as he peeked under her skirt. She blushed violently and pushed her skirt down, eyes downcast. "Please, Uncle Genma!", she said in a small voice. "RANMA!!! IF I WEREN'T YOUR FATHER I'D-" "What the Hell's the matter with you, Pops?!? Can't a guy sleep in late without you rais'n HELL?!?" Everyone stopped and looked from Ranma, boy-type, to Ranma, girl-type, back and forth... then most gave up and face-faulted. Ranma looked at her a second and could have sworn she had smiled a queer little smile at him before returning to her shy, embarrassed look- somehow it clicked and he remembered her. "Hey Ranko!" "Cousin Ranma!" She ran forward and hugged him quickly. "*Cousin*?!?", everyone, including Genma, said. "She's my cousin Ranko Saotome." "You mean you there really is a Ranko?!", Akane asked in astonishment. "Yeah, that's why I picked the name." "She looks just like-", Kasumi started. "I don't remember a cousin Ranko." Genma scratched his bald head. "Uncle, Father sends his best... I have a letter from him." "But I don't have a brother...", said Genma puzzled. ** Ranma hit Genma over the head. "You sold *me* for a lousy *fish*!!! And MORE THAN ONCE!!! You've given me away to *THREE*, probably more, different girls!! I am your *SON*, for godsakes. Family doesn't mean anything to you! How could you possibly remember Ranko with family values like that??" "Come now... you don't think I could forget a thing like my own brother, could you?" The looks coming from the people around the room showed that they did. "Err- I'll read this letter... let's see..." "Dear Brother, It has taken me many years to find you but, alas, I still can not join you yet. Ever since that day you took me off the streets, I have been proud to call myself a Saotome. While we are not blood, we are still brothers for you saved my life. When you returned all those years later, I had gotten married and you met my daughter Ranko. She still remembers Ranma very fondly. So much has happened... so much time has passed. Ami is now dead, she fell ill five years ago. Now, because of circumstances I cannot discuss, it is not safe for Ranko to be with me. So I entrust my greatest treasure in the world under your care and protection, Brother Genma. Please guide her and teach her. Continue her schooling and training... until I can, one day, return for her. Please pray for me. Your Brother, Kenji Saotome." "Ah see! I told you I didn't have a brother!" Genma looked around the room only to receive cold stares. "But he isn't! See, he even said it himself, 'we are not blood'!" "You don't remember any of this, do you, Pops?" "Of course I do!", Genma said defensively, "Such a turning point in another's life would never be forgotten by me! Senji-" "Kenji." "Right. Kenji, was like the little brother I never had! I taught him all I knew!" "Must've taken all of eight minutes...", Ranma mumbled. "And I remember tracking him down so that we could visit him down, South-" "North, Uncle Genma.", Ranko added politely. "Er, North! To your little cottage-" "Um, mansion... Uncle Genma." "Yeah, and swam in your indoor pool!" Genma wiped his brow. "Almost, Pops... It was in a lake behind her home. Right, Ranko?" "Cousin Ranma, you have an excellent memory!" "Hey, what did your father mean by 'training', Ranko?", Akane asked, "Are you into martial arts too?" "Only a little... Father always told me what a master Uncle Genma was. So he aspired to be the same and took me along on many of his training trips. I suppose I'm average." "Really?", said Akane somewhat over eagerly, "I dabble in it a bit myself. You want to, maybe, spar a bit... so we can gage you and carry on your training?" "Um, I don't know..." "It's what your father wanted... com'on it'll be fun!" "All right... if you insist." -=-=- The Tendo household all gathered in the training hall to watch. Akane was wearing her typical gi and trying not to smile at the prospect of finally proving her martial arts ability to someone. Ranko wore a set of Akane's gym sweats. "I'll start out slow, okay?" "Thank you. Please be easy on me... I'm really not all that good." "I'll be gentle... okay... GO!" Akane started out with a few warm-up swings which Ranko all dodged. Even with the increased speed Ranko deftly dodged every blow with grace. Akane started getting slightly frustrated. She could feel her easy win slipping from her. Akane really put herself into it. Still, Ranko remained untouched. Seeing her face flash back and forth and getting increasingly angry and frustrated, Akane forgot herself and swung angrily at Ranko thinking that it was Ranma. As trained martial artists, everyone saw the powerful, high-speed blow... and everyone knew it would connect. Soun and Genma cringed at the thought of what it would do to Ranko. Akane roared, everyone flinched, Ranko looked scared... but the hit missed. Where Ranko had been, now there was splintered wood. While everyone had flinched... no one had blinked, and they had all seen Ranko teleport behind Akane. "If I didn't know better... not even a great martial artist-" "Actually, Boy, there's many reports of masters being able to teleport themselves from one point to another." "No way! I've *GOT* to learn that technique!!!" Akane hadn't quite figured out what had happened. She still thought she was fighting Ranma and she was still very angry at him. She spun with a powerful round house which could have leveled a wall. Ranko moved her head back and blocked with two fingers, stopping the kick. She back-flipped and assumed a lotus position. Everyone was amazed at what they saw... nothing. Ranko had turned invisible. They heard slight footfalls then Akane was knocked off her feet by a powerful sweep kick. Ranko re-appeared and caught her. "I'm *sorry*! Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to! Please... oh, I knew this was a bad idea!" Akane came to her senses and gave Ranko a half-smile. "I'm okay! I'm the one who should apologize... I'm sorry for losing control. Thanks for the work-out!" "I have *GOT* to learn that technique!!! Ranko! You were amazing! Where did you learn that? Is it hard? Do you think you could teach me? Man, with those moves, I bet I could beat Cologne!" "Ranma, please... can't you see she's tired? Sparing after your trip here must be exhausting.", Kasumi scolded mildly. "Sorry, Ranma, she's right I am pooped... thank you- you know I don't even know your names!" "How impolite of us! I'm Soun Tendo, and these are my lovely daughters, Kasumi, Nabiki, and Akane." "Yes, the Tendo Dojo... why are you here Uncle Genma?" "Because of Ranma... this is to be his one day-" "Oh I just thought of something... where am I to sleep?" "Hmm... Ranma you should go back to sleeping with your Father and give your room up to Ranko." "Please, no! I don't want to inconvenience Cousin Ranma!" "Hey, it's no problem-" "-And, well, I'm embarrassed to say... I think I might be a little afraid to sleep alone, my first night here." "We've got an extra futon... you can bunk with me, Ranko!", Akane offered. "Really?! I'd like that!" "It's settled then." Akane smiled and laughed kindly. -=-=- Ranko came back from her bath wiping her hair with a towel. Akane looked up from her book to see Ranko wrapped in a small yellow towel, hair splayed out. Akane marveled at the sheer amount of hair that somehow compressed itself into such a tiny pig-tail. Akane thought back to the time she had seen Ranma's hair undone... it must have been a Saotome family hair-style secret- yet, they were not really family. Not family... but they looked nearly identical. The only difference she could tell of was that Ranko had green eyes. Even their voices were similar! It was bizarre... Ranko began combing her damp hair, she sat cross-legged, across from Akane. This gave Akane the chance to observe that even Ranko's nether regions were identical to Ranma-chan's... Akane felt herself getting warm. Ranko finished and got up. But her towel had gone loose while she was sitting so it fell from her body while she was half-way up. She let out a little gasp and quickly covered her mound and breasts reflexively. Akane stared for a second then tore her eyes away and read her book intently as if she had seen nothing. Ranko looked up and smiled to herself. She got changed, modestly, by pulling her panties on, under the towel, and then slipping on an oversized t-shirt with her back to Akane. Akane blushed when she found herself slightly damp. Ashamed, she pulled the covers tighter and put down her book. At this rate she'd never be able to go to the public baths or locker room again! Akane tried to get her mind off the subject. "I hope you don't mind sleeping on a futon... I understand that you used to live in a mansion-" "Oh, it's okay. Believe me, I'm used to it. I spent much of my life on training missions with my Father. The only person who lived in the mansion was my Mother...." Ranko paused and looked far off as if she forgot what she was saying, then turned back to Akane and continued, "I've been wondering... where's your mother Akane?" "Oh. ... She died when I was younger." "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pry-" "No, it's okay. You mother died too, so I guess you know what it's like...." "It's- it's sad...." "You know, even Ranma's mother is gone from him in a sense." "But I thought she lived near-" "Yes, well, but circumstances- I think it would be best for Ranma to explain. Do you faint easily?", Akane asked oddly. "Huh? I'm not really sure-" "Just don't be too shocked by anything you hear or see, OK?" "I'll be ready... I guess. You and I probably have a lot in common... I'm so glad you offered to let me sleep in here." "It's no problem! I kinda fun having you here!" "Yeah, like we set up a little slumber party!" The instant Ranko said that, Akane vaguely recollected Ranko saying the exact same thing, before. It was a weird feeling that she quickly shook off. Akane was about to say good night when she saw that Ranko was already fast asleep. Akane smiled at the sweet girl that looked so innocent in her sleep. Ranma could look just as cute as her but it wouldn't come across the same because of the way he acted... like an ass. Hopefully Ranko would get Ranma to behave a little better. As Akane coloured at her last thought before she drifted off to sleep: she wondered if Ranko tasted the same as Ranma. -=-=- Yasha waited until she was sure Akane had fell asleep before sneaking out of bed and across the hall to Ranma's room. She felt a slight gripping in her chest... it had came right after Akane opened herself up about her mother- Yasha ignored it and knocked. Ranma couldn't sleep. Something about Cousin Ranko just didn't seem right. He had all the memories and vivid images of his long summer spent with Ranko and her father... but he just couldn't place it- it didn't fit. Ranma couldn't figure out what year it was when he went there. This was what he was contemplating when Ranko knocked on his door. "Huh?" "It's me." "Oh, Ranko. Come in, it's open." Ranko slipped in timidly, and closed the door very carefully behind her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you..." "Nah, I couldn't sleep, anyway." "Neither could I! So I came here to talk." "Sure." Ranma watched her as she made her way to the foot of his bed and sat down. Ranma noticed that she had nice legs and that he could nearly see up her t-shirt from the way she was sitting. "Those were some pretty awesome techniques you used today." "That's nearly all I know-" "Yeah, but that's all you'd ever need to know!" "I guess they're useful, when used properly-" "You GUESS? Man, where'd you learn techniques like that?!?" "From my father... I think he said he had learned it from your father... or at least your father inspired him to learn it. It was something like that." "Do you think you could teach it to me?", Ranma asked over eagerly. Ranko looked doubtful. She leaned against the bedpost then sat straight again when she found it hard and uncomfortable. Ranma, seeing this, tossed her an extra pillow. "I don't think so... I'm not really a good teacher. I know how to do it but not how to explain it. Do you know what I mean?" Ranko propped up the pillow behind her leaned back. "Yeah, I know.", said Ranma, looking disappointed. "I can try though!" Ranma immediately brightened up. "Well if your as bad a teacher as you are a martial artist, then I'm in luck!" Ranko smiled then shivered. She drew her knees up to her chest an hugged them. Ranma swallowed. Now he *could* see her panties... red was her color, it went well with her sparkling green eyes. Ranma reminded himself of his faithfulness and how disgusting he was being. This brought him back to normal. "You cold?" "N-not r-r-really.", Ranko chattered. "You're cold." Ranma flipped up a corner of his covers. "Come on, hop in." Ranma half expected her to say something about them in bed together- then he realized she wasn't on the Dust. And besides that, his purposes were entirely innocent, weren't they? "Okay." Ranko slipped in from her side. Ranma jumped slightly when her cold feet touched his arm. He caught himself regretting the loss view and tried to get his mind off it. "So you couldn't sleep?" "No... I'm tired but I wanted to talk to you." "About what?" "I don't know... the past? I just wanted to talk." "Okay." Ranma began to think of how bizarre it was to see her opposite him. She was cute and looked nearly identical to his girl-type form, yet he didn't see her like that at all. She was Cousin Ranko. Ranko wasn't a mirror of himself, she was a totally different person. It was like having a twin but not thinking of that person as having your face but as a sister. When he came out of his thought he realized that Ranko had crawled up next to him and lay cuddled in his arms. Ranma knew in his head that he wasn't supposed to hold her in that way, especially because of Akane, yet he didn't feel any moral conflict doing it. Ranko looked up at him. "Do you remember when we used to do this?" "'This'? What do you mean?" "This. Back home, we slept in my room, in separate beds, but when we couldn't sleep we'd tuck in together and tell each other stories." Ranma remembered yet the question of time still nagged him in the back of his mind. "We were... what? Six? Seven?" "Something like that.", said Ranko quickly. "What was it?" "I don't really-" "When?", Ranma persisted. "Eight. I think we were eight." "It couldn't have been! That summer-" Ranma drifted off as he gazed into Ranko's green eyes. "Are you sure?" She continued to hold his gaze. "Huh? Yes, I'm posi- ....No, I'm not that sure anymore..." "What does it matter anyway?" "It doesn't. Just an idle thought." "You know, I always saw myself this way..." "Huh?" "In you arms. In bed. Us. Together." Alarms went off that Ranma knew meant that he was supposed to make loud objections right now... but somehow they didn't formulate. The best he could do was give a surprised silence. "That summer... you said you'd marry me. We said that we'd own a castle and have a friendly dragon in the moat. We said that we'd have two kids and we'd name them Kenji and Nadoka." "Heh! The fantasies of youth! Hah. Ha.", Ranma choked. He became aware of how much heat the covers was trapping from their bodies and of how close she was. "And you were the first boy I ever kissed!", Ranko giggled. This was going somewhere. This was wrong. He should do something to stop it. Ranko pulled herself on top of him, mashing her ample chest against his. Ranma dearly hoped his lovely cousin wouldn't notice the hard object trapped below her belly. "Do you remember it? Under that willow tree on the lakeside? We were laying on moss, laying much like this?" Ranma remembered and a clear image of him and Ranko under a willow tree came to mind. But they weren't eight-years-old in the memory... he looked the way he looked now- that wasn't right, was it? "I kissed you like this..." Ranko kissed him on the forehead then his cheeks. She moved to his ear and kissed that as well as the nape of his neck. Eight-year-olds didn't kiss like that! Ranko then kissed him lightly on the lips. Then again, longer. Then again, longer still. The next trial lasted the longest. Ranma ran his hands along her body and writhed against her as they kissed passionately. Half-way through, Ranma's brain suddenly broke through. A vague memory of a demoness- no, it was a succubus, right? It- Ranma could not hold onto the thought, but something else came back to him: Ranma pushed Ranko back roughly and gasped for air. "STOP!" "Wha- What's wrong, Ranma?" "Th-Th ** This." "Am I doing it wrong? I'm sorry should I take off my-" "*NO*!!! ** I mean *THIS*! *This* is wrong." "Why? There's no blood between us, Ranma... we're not *real* cousins-" "No, I don't mean that." "I don't understand! We care about each other. I care about you deeply Ranma. Do you care about me?" Yasha wanted to use the word "love" for more effect but she couldn't bring herself to use the "L-word" towards another being without throwing up... or laughing. "Ranko, you know I care about you-" "Ranma... I want to be *your* first. I want you to be *my* first...." Ranma couldn't help blushing. "Ranko... -I don't know any other way to say it- I'm already engaged!" "Oh! Another woman!", Ranko said surprised. "Actually seven, last time I counted", Ranma muttered. "-But only one that counts." "Who?" "Akane's my fiancee." "When did this happen?" "I'm not really sure, our parents arranged it when we were young... but I hadn't met her until two years ago." "Arranged? .... Do you love her?" Ranma nodded. "I-I see... Ha ha... you see... I thought... I thought... I-", Ranko began to cry in choking sobs. Ranma winced. This was the kind of thing he always dreaded. He let all those girls follow him because, besides feeding his ego, he couldn't bear to hurt them. Hell, he even felt sorry for Kodachi at times. "Ranko? Ranko, don't cry. You know that I love you too... just not the way I love Akane. Please. Shhhh... I know you miss your father and mother... I'm here for you. Ranko?" He kissed the top of her head a few times. Ranko stopped crying after a while and looked up. Ranma held her face up and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Ranko managed a smile. "I-I'm so embarrassed-" "Don't be-" "No, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come here like this-" "Ranko. Please. Stop apologizing. I understand." "Really?" "Really." "Then do you mind if I stay here the night? I don't mean anything by it... I just-", she faltered. "Sure." Ranma wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her reassuringly. Ranko buried her face into Ranma's chest. He could feel his chest get damper as she cried silently into it. This time he let her cry. Eventually she whimpered no more and fell asleep. And Ranma drifted to sleep remembering what had happened the last time he held a crying girl in his arms. -=-=- Long after Ranma fell asleep, Yasha finally brought herself to get up. She felt slightly puzzled. She had no need of sleep, yet had stayed in his arms because... she wanted to? That was the point of being a succubus, right? To do what you wanted to do! But this mission scared her a bit. Back when she worked the Human Front, she would take the guise of many women... pleasing many different men from night to night. She had a human form but not character... the love scenes dreamt up by horny men had no need for that trait. So now she was doing her best to emulate human behavior for what could be a very-long period of time. Who knew what adverse effects that could have on her character? Why was she doing this? Yasha couldn't remember her reason behind not telling Hentosai about Ranma's curse. Surely if he knew that Ranma was actually a guy, he'd give up his perverted panty quest! And even now, Yasha could force a pair of panties on Ranma to bring back to Hentosai, ending her obligation... So why was she prolonging it? Yasha did it because she liked Ranma... and Akane. Maybe because he was the first human male she had not made love to and because Akane was the first human female she have ever talked to. Her existence as Ranko was a lie, but she liked it... - Yasha caught herself contemplating staying with Ranma until morning and cursed herself. She teleported back to Akane's room and pretended to sleep. -=-=- , Ranma thought as he brushed his teeth. He remembered the games they used to play... but that was a long time ago. Besides, Ranko was too shy to be that forward! , Ranma repeated to himself. Although... his tear stained shirt said otherwise. -=-=- Ranma entered the dinning room somewhat cautiously. Everyone was sitting down eating breakfast, Ranko included. "We were wondering when you'd get down here- hurry up and eat or we'll be late for school." Ranma examined Ranko, who looked perfectly normal (which was odd, considering last night) and saw that she was sitting in his spot so he took a place next to Kasumi. "Yeah, sorry... rough night. I didn't get much sleep." "How did you sleep, Ranko?", Akane asked. Ranma choked and coughed, gagging up chewed food, before he could recover and apologize. "Heh. Excuse me.", Ranma said meekly. "I slept just fine, thank you! I really felt safe, bunking with you, Akane." Akane blushed at the compliment. "Hey, it was nothing." "Oh, by the way, Ranko's enrolled in your school so I expect you and Ranma to show her around today.", said Kasumi. "Hm, sure thing." Ranma felt contrary. He was unsure and uneasy... it was too real to be a dream, wasn't it? But it was far easier to dismiss it as a dream gone wacko. "It'll be no problem." -=-=- Most of the walk to school was more or less uneventful. Ranma took his usual pace along the top of the fence and Ranko followed. She walked behind him for a while until she realized that Akane could (and did) see up her skirt. Ranko blushed and jumped back down to gibber back and forth with Akane about school curriculum, teachers, students, and stories. Ranma remained mostly silent, contemplating the universe. This was fine with him... no mallets this way. Unfortunately, a little before they got to school, Ranko took Ranma's hand into her own rather affectionately. Ranma grimaced... here come the mallets! None came. Akane just smiled and Ranko just looked cute. But Ranma still felt uncomfortable holding Ranko's hand so to prove his fidelity to Akane, he took her arm into his and brought her closer. Akane looked surprised and shot him a questioning look but Ranma smiled nervously and Akane accepted it happily. Ranko frowned slightly but simply responded by nuzzling closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. Ranma swallowed. Typically, most guys would love to have two beautiful women draped on either side of himself... but Ranma knew it would bring him nothing but trouble. Surprisingly, though, no one who saw them said anything. Most of the students at Furinken High already assumed that Ranma was dating both Akane and the Red-head... and seeing them hanging off him was no more outrageous than any of the scandals they had already conjured up in their minds. This wasn't so bad then... he could make it through the day if only- "SAOTOME!!!! YOU DEVIL!!!!" Damn. Kuno. "It is bad enough that your rapacious lust penetrates the pure souls of the fair Akane Tendo and the passionate Pig-tailed Goddess... but to display this vile deed outright!!! It besmirches their honor!! Fear not, my Loves! I will rescue you from the dark clutches of this evil warlock and deliver you unto my shining and glorious presence! I WILL DATE WITH YOU!!!!" Ranko clutched Ranma a little tighter. "Cousin Ranma, I don't know what he just said... but he really scares me!" "You and me, both..." "Saotome... *DIE*!!!! HYAAAHHHH!!!!" Kuno leapt forward with a powerful overhead swing of his bokken that would slice stone in two. "LOOK OUT!", shouted Ranma. He grabbed Akane's and Ranko's waists and leapt back taking them to the top of a wall. "Stay here." Ranma flipped over Kuno and assumed a defensive posture. "Okay, Kuno let's get this over with." "You- HYAH!- wretched- KAH!- and vile- Oof!- *SEDUCER*! Have at thee- OUCH!!!", Kuno kept up his verbal and physical assault as Ranma deftly dodged and counter attacked. "Look out!", Ranko cried. "Wha-?" Ranma turned his head leaving himself open to Kuno's wrath for a split second too long. ** Akane winced as Ranko turned away. Kuno laughed in triumph as he surveyed the affect of his victory blow: Ranma lay bashed into the concert, middle and ring fingers pressed firmly to palms, eyes whirling & dazed, and head appropriately lumped. Kuno turned and faced Ranko and Akane, bowing slightly. "And now my fair ones... YOU WILL DATE WITH ME!!!" He dove lust-crazed at the girls sitting on the wall. "*NO*!!! Don't. You. Dare. Touch...", Ranma growled ferally as he gathered his wits and rose. Ranma caught air and dropped from above onto the back of Kuno's head to intercept his rendezvous with Akane and Ranko. Kuno shook with fury as he spoke into the pavement. "SAO... TO... ME.... When we fight, you jump on my head. I see you, you jump on my head. You see me, you jump on my head. You flee, you jump on my head. I give chase, you jump on my head. I speak, you jump on my head. You speak, and jump on my head. When you fall, you land on my head. On. My. *HEAD*!!!!", Kuno said with a hint of lunacy in his voice, "T-t-there are limits- I will not stand for anymore- YOU WILL AFFLICT MY PATE NO MORE!!!!!" Kuno began to attack with a fury driven by madness and one too many footprints to the face... and he was winning. In fact it was fair to say that Kuno was kicking the tar out of the stunned Ranma. Kuno sent Ranma's broken body into the top of a nearby tree with an uppercut slash. "STOP IT!", Ranko cried. She hopped off the wall to confront Kuno, avoiding Akane's attempts to hold her. "What's this? My Goddess descends to felicitate her champion and love! Surely my victory is a result of her favor toward me. Oh come to me, Pig-tailed One!!!", spoke Kuno as he ran towards Ranko with outstretched arms and strange, heart-shaped eyes. "EEEK!!" Ranko screamed and teleported away just before the madman was able to embrace her. This was followed by several more failed attempts to hold her in his arms. "Why- **- don't **- you **- just **- back **- off!!!", Ranko protested between teleports. Finally she saw no other means but to punch him right in the face. Kuno, took it well. "Ah, my Love... your touch of affection does my heart a turn of joy! It flutters still at the warmth felt by your slightest-" "TIIIIMMMMMBBBBERRRRR!!!!!" ** , thought Kuno, as a tree, cut by one swift kick from Ranma, fell directly on top of him. "Just one of the many joys of attending Furinken High School, Ranko, is listening to the delightful, poetic spasms of the Senior Kuno Tatewaki as he attempts to behead you... or be-wed you." "SATOME!!!" "YAHH!!!" "EEEK!!!" "AHHH!!!", Ranma, Ranko, and Akane shouted as Kuno rose like some unstoppable freak from the fallen foliage. All three reflexively unleashed an uppercut to Upperclassman Kuno's lower jaw, sending him into orbit... again. Ranma wiped his brow and let out a sigh of relief. He looked himself over- twigs in hair, acorns in underpants, and leaves all over- and shook his head. "Akane, I gotta go get cleaned up... take Ranko to class, will you?" Akane nodded and left with Ranko. Ranma dusted off his shoulder before sighing again. School hadn't even begun yet.... He still had the rest of the day to go. -=-=- "Hurry!", said Akane as she pulled Ranko along. "We still have a little time. We just might make it-" ** "Che!", Akane muttered as Miss Hinako blocked the door. This was the tall and buxom Miss Hinako... with her memory erased of the Passion Dust, Hinako fell back on the ki cure she had sought before finding out about the Dusts ki raising abilities. She had ordered and received a pair of Battle Fish which emitted constant battle auras from their hostile nature. This could be sucked up by her through the round, metal opening at the top of the fishbowl. It was a more bothersome process than Dust, but it was functional... and besides, Miss Hinako didn't remember the Dust, right? "Open to Chapter 12 and begin the exercise.", Hinako called back into the classroom before closing the door and facing the two girls. When she saw Ranko a questioning look crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a crossed one. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Late *again*, Miss Tendo... Saotome?" "Oh, no, Hinako-sensi! This isn't Ranma! This is-" "Oh!", Hinako said, cutting Akane off, "I know this game! You're the 'Exchange Student'... coming to get extra help from the Teacher after school (wink, wink). Of course I'll have to punish the two of you first..." Hinako smiled as she got lost in thought. "Ahem- anyway... I expect to see you both after school!" Then the buxom brunette bent over to whisper in Ranko's ear. "Cute dress. I'm glad you've finally came around. Trust me, you'll have the time of your life... I'll personally make sure to that." Ranko jumped slightly when Miss Hinako tongued her ear and grasped her bottom firmly. Akane stared, not knowing what to do. Akane silently prayed that Ranma wouldn't hear about this. He wouldn't take the failure of Dr. Tofu's "Cure" very well. Yasha reminded herself to make note of this one. This teacher woman was a kindred spirit... -=-=- When Ranma busted in later, towards the end of class, Miss Hinako's jaw dropped as she looked from Ranko to Ranma, repeatedly. Before anyone could explain, the bell rang and the trio rushed off to their next class. Thankfully, the rest of the school day had remained dull. No purple-haired ramen-bearing waitresses, no black leotarded psychos, and no giant-spatula welding okonomiyaki cooks this day. Ranma was pleasantly surprised and slightly disappointed, he kinda wished to show Ranko how tortured he was. Why not, then? They had nothing much else to do and they could easily get a free meal out of it! He proposed the idea to Akane. "No way! I haven't seen Shampoo in over a month (somewhere some god is smiling upon me) and I'd like to keep it that way! I mean, you know what she's going to do if you show up! Besides, she will probably relapse and try to murder Ranko to restore her amazon honor by completing her Kiss of Death. Why do you want her to glomp all over you?" "I never said I wanted that! I just wanted to show Ranko around and let her try out the best Ramen joint I know!" "We've got the world's best cook at home and you need to go out for her to eat?" The couple's voices increased in volume as Ranko looked from one to the other. "Kasumi's busy with housework! Okay... fine, what about U-chan's?" "I wish you wouldn't call her that." "Why? She's a friend!" "I just don't like it okay?" "What? You want your own nickname? How about Cupcake? Or Honey? A-chan? M' Love? Cutie pie! My little-" "RANMA SHUT UP!" Ranko sneezed slightly to get their attention. "Excuse me.", she apologized sweetly. "Oh- er- sorry... forgot you were there... Com'on Akane! I promise that U-ch- ... -*Ukyou* will be on her best behavior. Ranko has barely seen anything in this town!" Akane bit her lip and considered it. She looked from Ranko to Ranma's pleading face and finally said "yes"... after all, what was the worst that could happen? -=-=- Ukyou was rearranging supplies when she heard the door chime. She ran out to see Ranma coming through the door. Barely containing her excitement she hopped over to embraced him... Akane ground her teeth. "Rannnmaaa...", she said under her breath. "Heh heh! Sorry.", Ranma smiled meekly as be untangled himself from Ukyou, "U-chan, you think you have seats for the three of us?" "Three?", Ukyou said, puzzled. "Hello!", said Ranko as she stepped out from behind Ranma. "..." "U-chan, meet my cousin Ranko. Ranko, meet Ukyou Kuonji... the worlds greatest okonomiyaki chef and restaurant owner!" Ukyou blushed and slapped Ranma playfully (painfully?) as she modestly denied the compliment. "Nice to meet you, Ukyou!" "Same here. Shall we sit?" Ukyou showed them to a booth, "Lemme whip up a batch of my chef specialties and I'll be back!" "Sure, thanks U-chan- YEOW!!", cried Ranma as Akane mashed his foot. Ranma slid into the booth first. Akane was about to sit next to him but Ranko slipped in before her. Akane shrugged and sat across from Ranma. When Ukyou came back she served the oknomiyaki with a smile, but frowned inside to see the seats across and next to Ranma occupied. "Oops! I forgot the napkins... and I just sat down!", Ukyou whined, "Akane, would you be a dear and get some-" ** ** Ukyou balked. "I've got it!" Ukyou took her seat next to Akane without any further grumble. "So you're a friend of Ranma's?" "We're cousin's actually... sort of... not really...-" As their story unfolded before Ukyou, she had to bite her tongue to keep from mentioning that Ranko looked exactly like Ranma, girl-type. Ukyou was sharp enough to realize that Ranko probably didn't know about Ranma's curse... and if he hadn't told her yet, he must of had good reason. After eating, the four sat and talked after Ukyou brought tea. Everyone listened intently as Ukyou told a story from her years at an all boys school. Ranma found the story so interesting, he didn't notice that Ranko had gently taken his hand into hers and rested it in his lap. When he did, though, he had trouble not screaming in panic. As each moment passed, Ranma grew more and more nervous about her holding his hand until he decided to get it free. Faking a cough, with the plan of covering it with his fist, failed when his hand wouldn't budge from that "gentle" grip... it was a lot more like a vise! And unfortunately, his fake cough kept going... right into Akane's face. She took it rather well, deciding to damage Ranma later, but not in front of Ranko. Lucky, Ranma was able to free his hand... but Ranko's hand didn't leave his lap. Instead, she moved it to his upper thigh and rested it there. Ranma tried his best to focus on Ukyou's story but it was hard when Ranko began to rub her hand along his thigh. When the punch-line to Ukyou's story came, everyone laughed, except Ranma who followed a split second later, laughing a bit too loud. Ukyou's story reminded Akane of one of her own experiences and she began her tale. Meanwhile, Ranko had moved her handiwork to Ranma's crotch, gripping his inevitable hard-on through his pants. Ranma couldn't figure out what he found so exciting... sure what she was doing felt good, but the prospect of facing death from two of his fiancees was hardly an erotic one. Yasha set her mind to multi-tasking, one part actively listening and participating in Akane's story, another torturing poor Ranma, and a final part meant to examine Ukyou. Ukyou noticed that Ranko was staring at her strangely. She looked... hungry. At first Ukyou tried to avoid the stare but eventually she caught and held Ranko's gaze. Ukyou began to feel hot and... she couldn't describe the other sensation. It felt vaguely familiar... as if she had felt this before but forgotten. Ukyou crossed her legs and began to shift uncomfortably. Akane, was totally lost in her story, Ranko spurring her on by laughing at all the right times and asking questions that led to all the farthest tangents. Ranma, however, was lost in pleasure and pain. The mental anguish between morals and the sensual was driving him mad. Ranko's delicate and agile fingers had slipped into his trousers and were working him good. The fact that his pure, sweet, cousin Ranko was giving him a hand job, the fact that they were doing this across from Ukyou and Akane without them knowing, but knowing they could find out at any minute, and his desperate lack of sex all turned his excitement level to the max. And it wasn't just the situation... Ranko was giving an expert job, never allowing him release by always keeping him on the edge, with slow even strokes... incorporating every finger to apply pressure and friction at exactly the right moments. Ranma didn't stand a chance. Barely maintaining his composure, Ranma came in his pants... Ranko took his seed and spread it on his still stiff member then squeezed his balls affectionately. To cover his orgasm, Ranma tried coughing sporadically. He had to end this. "Sorry Akane, I need to go to the bathroom, *NOW*! ... Ranko you're coming with me." "What...?" "Er, I need to go too.", Ukyou apologized with a strained voice. Ranma and Ukyou both seemed very tense. Moving quickly to avoid questions and detection of his hardened state, Ranma dragged Ranko into the mens room while Ukyou rushed into the ladies room. Akane fidgeted alone when she realized she had no one to talk to... -=-=- First thing Ranma did was lock the door. "W-wha-what- What- WHAT WERE YOU *THINKING*!!!?!?!!!" "Ranma, I know you love Akane... I understand that... but you're all I have left. I just can't let go!" "You don't have to let go! Just don't be holding me *that* way!!!" "I- I- wanted to-... Oh I've made a fool of myself again!" Ranko began to weep bitterly. "Forgive me! I forced myself upon you!" "Hey, hey! Come on Ranko... please stop, will ya? Just don't do it again, okay? You've gotta respect my love for Akane." "Yes Cousin..." Ranko hugged him and wiped her face on his chest. She wrapped her hands about his waist and held him close. -=-=- Ukyou rushed into the ladies' washroom and ran to a sink. She splashed some cold water on her face and looked into the mirror while resting her arms on the sink. Despite the water, Ukyou still felt incredibly hot, the water just made her feel damp and even more uncomfortable. She felt slightly dizzy and each breath she took seemed to go from her nose directly up to the top of her head. She couldn't understand the fire and desire within herself. Ukyou actually feared that she was going to die for a moment. To steady herself, she entered a stall, put down the seat cover, and sat down burying her face in her hands. Ukyou had some desperate need she didn't know how to fulfill, as if she needed to stretch but was too cramped to do so. She felt like bucking and gyrating against the air. Ukyou wiped her sweaty palms along the sides of her skin-tight pants. A slight shiver ran through her when she did it so she tried again. The same tingle came to her. Ukyou stroked her thigh again, this time on the inside. The sensation was marvelous. She lightly dragged her fingers along the inside of her legs to their junction... were the pleasure was intensified. Ukyou wondered why she had never tickled herself there before. A bead of sweat dropped from her nose and Ukyou realized that she was really getting hot, so she opened and removed her heavy top, leaving herself in only a loose under-shirt and braless. The pace and pressure of her tickling had now quickly changed into a more frantic rubbing concentrated between her legs. Ukyou was moaning now, the erotic sounds escaped from her throat without her realizing it. She was hunched over and sliding her hand along her sensitive slit through the thin material of her pants. Her breasts bounced uncontrollably with each motion, her shirt was slipping off her shoulders so a tit bounced freely out of the top of her top. But she didn't notice in her state of euphoria. All Ukyou knew was that she was hot and sticky. Her pants were beginning to become uncomfortably damp, sticking to her legs, and trapping her high body temperature, so Ukyou peeled them of her slender body kicking her legs in the air. The smooth skin of her long legs seemed to breath a sigh of relief from being released. Ukyou still wanted to rub herself, and was surprised at how damp she was... she didn't know she could sweat so much. But this wasn't like any "sweat" she had smelled before, this had a sweet aroma like spring-time that had an intoxicating musk. Ukyou began rubbing her panties until they were almost inside her. There she found more honey, which soaked her panties. She was at the point of driving her fingers into herself with her panties bunched to one side, and already in her slit, that's what she did. Ukyou fingered herself with experience she didn't know she had, and her pleasure soared. She was moaning almost to the point of screaming and writhing like a dying animal. Suddenly she found herself short of breath, lights exploding in front of her eyes, and a strange convulsion running through her body. It was a feeling of release. The contractions forced the honey in her out and all over her already sticky hand. It was an orgasm. By instinct, Ukyou took her hand to her lips and began to lick her fingers. She enjoyed the strange flavor... and wondered for a moment if she could make an okonomiyaki sauce with the same taste. The fires in her had been doused but the embers still burned with desire. Ukyou's other hand still worked herself slowly as she opened her eyes for the first time since she began and looked down upon herself. Weakly, she slid her under-shirt back on her shoulders and grasped her breast to stuff it back in. But as she held it she felt its weight and sensitivity to touch. Ukyou began to squeeze the mammary and run her hand all over it. Her tongue moistened her lips then ran along the top of her teeth as she played with her nipple and pussy at the same time. Eager to enjoy this new sensation, she moved both hands to work on her breasts as she looked on through half-closed eyes. Ukyou held them up proudly as she mashed them against the cold mirror, stiffening her nipples further. In Ukyou's mind, images of Ranma and Ranko using their hands to fondle her, ran rampant. Her desires now went well beyond rubbing, she needed penetration. Abandoning whatever remained of her reason, Ukyou stripped off her panties. She crumpled them in a ball and took a strong whiff before tossing them aside. Then she took the plunger from the corner of the bathroom and stuck it in the middle of the restroom. Ukyou positioned herself over the handle and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Then closing her eyes, she lowered herself upon the rod, with images of Ranma and Ranko in mind.... -=-=- Ranma was anxious to escape the intimate situation but didn't want to hurt or offended Ranko... somehow, he could not grasp the slut-ish behavior Ranko had just exhibited. In his mind, it just didn't equate. Yet, already, she started it up once again. Ranko grabbed his bottom and humped herself against Ranma. Ranma froze. Strange thoughts, like how it would feel to make love to Ranko, began to enter his mind. He didn't like it... did he? To test it, he kissed her. Hmm, it seemed he did like it. Ranma began to frantically make out with his cousin. Ranko pushed him back so as to allow her to pull her dress over her head. Ranma lost his breath in awe at her gorgeous body... it was identical to the one he had seen in the mirror so many times, but it wasn't the same. This was Ranko... not him. Besides, he had never worn lacy, forest green- Er, neither was she, anymore. Ranko stood naked before him, allowing him to take in the sights. He swallowed as she took his hand and placed it firmly to her breast. Yasha found it amazing that, after all his lovemaking, after all those women, and after all this time... Ranma could still be so easily dumbstuck by a little teasing. He was behaving awkward as if he had never done this before. Ranma clumsily mashed and groped her breast as Ranko smiled at him. Ranko led him to the sinks, where she propped herself up suggestively. Ranma took his cue and began licking her cunt. Already she was flowing considerably. Ranma nearly fainted from the scent. Ranko squeezed one of her breasts while grasping Ranma's hair for control. , Yasha thought excitedly as Ranma added his fingers to the process. He began advanced techniques that alternated assaults against her pleasure center. While Yasha could have easily decided not to, she came hard. Ranma struggled to keep up with her honey. Ranko shivered and went slightly limp from excursion. Ranma knew he should continue to keep up her level of stimuli but a pang of conscience caused him to stop. "That- that was wonderful, Ranma... you're stoppin!?! Don't stop! Please don't stop!!", Ranko said. "All right now. We're even." "Not quite. I only gave you hand job. Never got a chance to suck your cock and give you a blow job. While you were eating me out almost the entire time!" "..." Just barely, Ranma's brain was beginning to comprehend that Ranko was a bit more experienced that he had originally thought. "Com'on Cousin. Drop your pants, lemme see it." Ranma mentally resisted but was only able to go so far. He grabbed her by the wrists and held her to the mirror to kiss her deeply. Ranko made sure to taste herself in his mouth. It would only be a few more moments until- after all she could already feel it against her leg! Ranma twitched and pulled back suddenly. "NO!", he shouted at no one in particular. Before him was his cursed, red-headed, girl-type persona smiling up at him with contentment and cute green eyes. He had done this before... he was sure of it! The green eyes... they belonged to a... a... a demoness!! "Succubus.", Ranma murmured. "Wha-?", Ranko said trying to look surprised. "Yasha!", Ranma recalled. "Dammit!" "AKA- **" Before he could shout Akane's name, Yasha bound his mouth with a spell of silence and levitated him into the air so he couldn't escape. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... this is not good, not good at all." It seemed she could only affect his mind to be hentai for so long before he would recall who she was. Yasha looked over her last, sloppy job of "erasing" his memory. One's memory couldn't be erased, exactly... more like, a section of one's mind is bypassed until the memories there slowly faded. She had inadvertently bypassed some of his early love training so he was slow to recall it. She could, of course, just do a lobotomy to remove the unwanted parts of Ranma's mind... but she still liked him too much. Yasha knew that she would have to bypass this event as well. But with each redundant bypass the effects degrade and the likelihood of remembrance increases. Why couldn't Ranma be a good little boy? Yasha worked a second web of bypasses to get him to forget the little fling they just had, working more carefully but taking in account the time, so that Akane would not grow suspicious. When she finished she cleaned them both, thought of a story to program into Ranma, and woke him up. -=-=- "It's about time you came out of there! I was beginning to wonder if I should call the police- Hey Ranko? You okay? You look sort of pale." Akane rushed to her side as Ranko faltered slightly in walking. "Heh heh... just a little shock to the system... I know what you told me to be ready for now." "So he told you?" "Actually he *showed* me.", Ranko smiled weakly. "Ranma, why'd you tell her *now*?!" "I figured it would be better to tell her here rather than out on the street somewhere. I figured she'd freak out." "Okay that makes sense, but why here and not the Dojo?" "Com'on you know it can be crazier in there than out on the streets!" "I guess you're right. I think we should take Ranko home... should we just leave Ukyou?" "I'll write a note saying Ranko felt a little sick so we took her home. You two go on ahead." Akane led Ranko out. "So he told you about his curse, right?" "Uh huh. He told me there were others, are you one of them?" "No, I don't transform in to anything.... Ranko you seem to take shock a little poorly. Your Cousin's a strange guy. To prepare you, lemme tell you about Ranma and cats...." -=-=- "U-chan, Ranko was feeling sick (don't worry, it wasn't caused by your food) so we couldn't wait around. See ya later. -Ranma" Ukyou looked at the note thankfully. There was no way she could possibly have faced all three of them after what she just did. Ranko especially. She had never (to her knowledge) felt that way towards another female. Occasionally, with Ranma... but never that intensely. Ukyou was scared, but she wanted to see Ranko again. For the rest of the day, and some time after that, her mind was always preoccupied with the vision of Ranko and her blazing green eyes. -=-=- When Ranko, Ranma, and Akane got home they were greeted by Kasumi and Nabiki. "You guys have fun, out on the town?", asked Nabiki. "We went to U-ch- ** OW! Damn! Ukyou's.", Ranma said as he nursed his wounded ear. "Told Ranko about my curse, too." "Darn... guess I can't blackmail you over that, huh?" "Blackmail...-?", asked Ranko. "It's what she does, Ranko. Nabiki is a master at extortion, negotiation, blackmail, and profit. If ever she tries to make a deal with you, run to me or Ranma... not that it'll help much, she'd probably outwit both of us, then." Nabiki smiled at the compliment. "That reminds me... you two have been on rather friendly terms lately." "Yes, Akane, you and Ranma don't seem to fight as much as you used to.", Kasumi added. Ranma and Akane balked. They had forgotten to keep their relationship a secret to these two now that they had forgot about their entire Passion Dust experience. Unconvincingly they both tried to deny it. "Heh! Yeah right! The only reason I was being nice to that Uncute Tomboy was so that she wouldn't hit me like a Mac Truck!" "Oh yeah?! You think it's easy pretending to be nice to an insensitive Jerk!?! You're running around with-" "But I thought Ranma called you Cutie-", Ranko said. "Don't interrupt!", Ranma said nervously as he covered her mouth. "Yeah! That's another thing! You never let me say my mind! When I do... you crack me over the skull! Who's ever gonna marry a Macho Chick who doesn't know when to shuttup!?!" "Oooo!! You call yourself a martial artist and you can't even take a few girly punches!! I have a good mind to-" The two stormed off arguing with each other, oblivious to all else. They were out of practice but it came back rather easily, although they both had to keep themselves from laughing. They now saw how stupid their fights had always been. They kept screaming until they got to the training hall where they invented sounds of combat, with the classic finale of Ranma landing in the carp pond. Ranma-chan crawled out and leaned against a tree. Despite her wetness, Akane sat Ranma in her lap. "That oughtta hold them for a bit." "That was quite a performance, Ranma." "Performance? Whatta ya mean, performance? I meant every one of those words!" "Of course you did." Akane kissed her. "I'll go change... you know. Sometimes I think we should just tell them all... but then I remember that Nabiki's still got more film to spare." Ranma-chan kissed Akane back and headed back into the Dojo. "Hey, where's Ranko?" -=-=- "...and so I've trained mostly with my Father." "How sad, though... I'm sure you're mother would be proud." Ranko continued the conversation but at the same time observed the two elder Tendo sisters. One seemed so innocent while the other so devilish (no blasphemy intended). Yet she saw the same thing in their eyes as what she saw in Hinako's, Ukyou's, and sometimes Akane's eyes. She didn't have enough time to scan Ranma's mind for who he had done... but she knew he was experienced with more than one woman and that it was likely that these two were part of it. She had already confirmed that Hinako knew Ranma in the biblical sense and suspected all the others. She would test them. "So you're studying to be a nurse as well?" "That or perhaps an herbalist.", replied Kasumi. "Maybe you can do something for me. You see, I have this terrible sprain...." Ranko put her foot on a chair and began to lift her skirt up. Watching for their reaction, Yasha confirmed what she already thought. Kasumi and Nabiki twitched when they saw thigh. "It hurts around here." She pointed to her inside upper thigh. Kasumi swallowed. She had a Tiger Balm patch that could be applied to the spot and removed the next day with impressive results but for some reason she didn't want to do it that way. "Nabiki? Can you get the Tiger Balm from my room?" "Sure, Sis." As Nabiki left, Kasumi took Ranko's thigh and began kneading it. "This is to loosen the muscles...", Kasumi tried to justify. In truth she just wanted to touch Ranko's leg. She knew of no reason for her desire, and it scared her. Nabiki returned with the balm. "Thank you, Nabiki... just open it up and I'll-" "Oh it's okay, Sis, my hands already smell from this stuff so I'll do it." "Um... okay.", Kasumi said with a hint of regret. Nabiki took a small amount of ointment in each hand began to apply it to Ranko's thigh. "Oh! It's cool feeling! A bit tingly too." Somehow, Nabiki derived a sense of satisfaction from hearing Ranko say that. Kasumi was biting her lip when she interrupted. "That's very good Nabiki... um, but you're doing it a bit wrong. Here, let me show you." Kasumi took Nabiki's hands and together they began lubing Ranko's leg. Nabiki coughed and their hands slipped on to Ranko's crotch. It was slightly dampened. For effect, Yasha let out a slight moan. The two Tendo sisters instantly recoiled and looked uncomfortable. "Ranko... let that air a little then you can go about, just don't rub against it. I think I've got laundry to do... excuse me." "Me too, I've gotta hit the books. See ya.", said Nabiki as she left Ranko alone. Yasha smiled happily... tonight she was going to have some fun. -=-=- That night everyone felt uneasy as they plotted and planned. Both Akane and Ranko waited for the other to fall asleep. Ranma tossed and turned in bed as Ranko kept invading his mind. And the two eldest Tendo sisters wanted to figure out just what had happened in the kitchen this afternoon. Panda and Soun slept like babies. Ranko opened her eyes to check if Akane had finally fallen asleep. She was about to get up when she saw Akane slip out of bed. Akane went over to her and looked at a moment to see if Ranko had fallen asleep. Once assured, Akane left and crossed the hall into Ranma's room. Ranko got up immediately and left to enter Nabiki's room but stopped when she saw the door begin to open. Yasha willed herself invisible and watched as Nabiki slipped into Kasumi's room. Yasha floated through Kasumi's walls to enter her room. Panda snored. Soun sucked his thumb. -=-=- "Ranma?" "Hey, I've been expecting you...." "You have?" "Nah, but it seemed like the thing to say. I just couldn't sleep. Com'on climb in." Akane hopped in bed and snuggled close to Ranma. "So what do you think of Ranko?" "She's a very nice girl... I hope things turn out for the better with her." "Yeah I know what you mean. But- ... -I don't know, I just feel that something's fishy about her." "Huh? *Ranko*!? Come on!" "No! I mean it! I sometimes feel like I'm around Nabiki when I'm with her." "You think she's cute don't you?" "Wha-?" "Don't you?" "What does this have to do with-" "Do you?" "Okay, yeah, sure. I think Ranko's cute. But no cuter than me and certainly not as cute as you." "I'm flattered, but there's your problem. I'm not cuter than Ranko and you know it. You-" "Hey! You're the-" Akane shushed him. "You think she's cuter than me and it's making you guilty... that's very sweet. But I'm not the most beautiful girl it the world, Ranma. That's not why we fell in love. It doesn't matter to me." "Hey, but I think Ukyou's cute and I don't feel that way! ... But then again... Did I ever tell you about Ranko and me?" "No." "When we were just kids... I think I said I'd marry her." "You *WHAT*?!" "Please Akane! There was no romantic intent! We were kids and she was my first female friend. I wanted to stress that we were good friends so I called upon the strongest girl-boy bond a child has ever seen... marriage." "Okay. Sorry I got mad... sheesh, *another* fiancee!" "Well I think she remembers when I said that. I don't know." "It's okay... just don't think about it too much, right?" "Yeah, I guess that's what been bothering me. I think every girl is out to get me... even my own Cousin! Heh heh." "Feel better?" "A little bit... Akane? Why'd you slap me back then? I mean I know you were busy and had a lot of work-" "No, it's not that. It's just that, we don't spend a whole lot of time alone together. Whether it's battling evil oni or ancient perverts, fat phoenixes or walking mailboxes, watermelon attacks or voodoo masters... it takes up that time! And when we do have the time... we have sex. I guess I was a little sick and tired of such a shallow relationship. I wanted a more. I was under some stress and I guess it just translated into anger." "I understand. So what you want to talk about?" "What?! I came here to get laid!", Akane smiled evily. "Huh? What about 'shallow relationships'?!", Ranma said with earnest nervousness. "I still want communication but tonight I'm horny! Com'on Ranma, I wasn't in the mood then. I'm on fire now!" "Aw shimatta! *I'm* not in the mood!" Ranma physically felt sexually satisfied from Ranko this afternoon, but not remembering the event, he thought it was his strong will that allowed him to abstain. "'I have a headache'? You can do better than that! Is this revenge for the slap?" Akane climbed on top of him and looked at him coyly. "Do I have to slap you now?" "You don't hit girls, remember? Will you at least let me get you into the mood?", Akane asked with pleading eyes. "I really don't feel like 'performing' tonight... but...." "Thanks Honey!" Akane immediately began pulling off her pajamas. "Damn, I could never say 'no' to you!" Ranma watched as she stripped down to her undies with his hands resting on the sides of her waist. "The mark of a wonderful husband!", said Akane as she began to work Ranma's clothes off. "Is that the only reason you love me? To get married so that you don't become an Old Maid?", laughed Ranma. Akane pouted in mock anger. "OLD MAID? Hmph! Do you think an Old Maid could have as gorgeous a set of these?!" Akane unclipped her bra to reveal her firm breasts. Ranma grabbed her tits to inspect them. "Hmm... I don't know... Old Woman Kiechi's aren't that bad a set...** -Oof!- ** -Hah hah!", cried Ranma as Akane hit him with a pillow. "Alright! Alright! You win!" "Besides... would an Old Maid do this?" Akane tugged Ranma's boxers off and grasped his stiff cock. "Hmmmm... seems like you're in the mood, after all...", Akane softly murmured as she stroked Ranma. Ranma let out a slow groan. Akane sat up and pushed her panties to her ankles then kicked them off. She turned around and sat on Ranma's face while suckling his erection. Ranma returned the favor, feverishly pleasuring her pussy. Ranma moved one of his hands from her waist to fondle her breasts while the other aided his tongue. This continued for several minutes until they both had their turns orgasming. They untangled and cuddled. Akane wiped her mouth before she spoke. "That was nice." "Is that all you can say?" "You're an egotist even in bed, Ranma.", Akane sighed in accusation, then eagerly, "You ready for the real thing?" "Akane... It's really hard not to be ready around you when your like this!" "Okay good!" Akane climbed on top again this time impaling herself upon Ranma. "Oh God! It's been a while!", she gasped as she began to ride him. Ranma thrusted into her as they matched rhythms, slamming together in erotic slaps. Very quickly Akane orgasmed with Ranma following a little later. They didn't stop. Around 2 o'clock in the morning... "Oh! OH! OOH! Ranma! If we don't stop there's not going to be much left of us in the morning!" "I know! Urg! We should stop!" "Aaahh! Do you feel like stopping?" "No. Ung! Grunt!" "Neither do I." "Okay then." They kept going a bit when Akane objected again. "Ranma this is silly! We've got to stop sometime!" "Yeah I know." "Let's stop then." "I... can't." "What do you mean?!" "I'm still... hard." "So. It'll go away, eventually." "You know the way I am! I get hard and I stay hard!" "Ranma.", Akane said impatiently while looking rather silly. After all, she was doing her best to look cross while naked and bobbing up and down on Ranma's shaft. "Okay, okay! Then do something!" "What?" "Anything to make me stop! Anything that'll turn me off!" "Um, um, um... I got it!" "Okay, what is it?" "You know, Hinako-sensi?" "Of course I know her! I 'know' her in many ways Akane! I know that she's got the biggest bust and the shortest skirt of all the female teachers I've met in their twenties! This doesn't help me any, Akane!", Ranma said somewhat irritated. "Well you know how you got tried of screwing her and all the others? And Dr. Tofu made a cure so that they'd stop? And how you were really happy after that?" "Yeah, get to the point!", Ranma said urgently. "Well it stopped working. She has remembered." Ranma immediately deflated; it took his hips a second to realize that they should stop bucking... but Akane's comment had the desired effect. "What do you mean, she's remembered!?!?!" "It's like this. Ranko and I, we got to class a bit late..." -=-=- When Nabiki entered Kasumi's room it really wasn't much of a surprise to find her awake. Yasha watched them while pumping their minds with hentai thoughts. "Hey Sis." "Nabiki... you couldn't sleep?" "No, it doesn't seem like you could either." "So why are you here?" "I couldn't stop thinking about Ranko... and this afternoon." Kasumi immediately blushed and turned back to her book. Nabiki smiled to herself... as did Yasha. "I- I- I don't know what you're talking about." "Kasumi you're turning all red! If you're going to lie, at least be better at it! Come on, I know you know." "R-really I don't... please. I don't want to talk about it!" "What's there to be ashamed of Kasumi? We both got a little excited by Ranko... what's the big deal?" "I- I'm not that kind of girl... at least I didn't think I was." Nabiki shook her head and took an album from behind her back. "Kasumi, this'll be shocking for you but I have to show it to you. After that incident with Ranko, I nearly remembered something- something I had lost. I couldn't hold onto the thought, but it helped me to find this." "What's in it?", Kasumi said with fear in her voice. "I'm not sure, really... take a deep breath and look." She closed her eyes as Nabiki opened the album. When Kasumi opened them, she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out because she fainted first. -=-=- "Kasumi? Kasumi? Kasumi, are you okay?" "Oh, Nabiki! It's you... I had a nightmare... a very strange one! It was about- ..." Kasumi couldn't speak when she saw that the pictures were real. On her lap sat a thick album of pictures. They depicted herself, Nabiki, and Miss Hinako in various postures, poses, and actions which began to make Kasumi feel uncomfortably warm. On the very first page was a picture of the trio grabbing each other's tits, with vibrators in their cunts, while smiling for the camera. Another showed Kasumi and Nabiki eating each other out, while yet another showed Hinako playing with herself. "T-t-that can't b-be me!" Kasumi pointed at the pictures. "I don't know how to explain it, Sis, but it has to be. I can tell that these photos were taken with my camera... but I don't remember doing any of these things." Nabiki took one photo out and showed Kasumi the back. "Look at the date. Try to remember anything you've done around or on that date." "I- I can't... what does that prove, Nabiki? My life is very simple. Outstanding things don't happen to me very often." "Alright, but I've been going to school. I tried to recall my lessons, I couldn't! Anything my friends talk about from any of the dates these pictures were taken, I can't recall! But the funny thing is, I must've setup the camera for every one of these pictures! You see, my camera has a defect that only I know about and can get around!" "So we were willing participants for whatever happened!" "You could tell that by the looks on our faces in those pics, Kasumi. I wonder how Miss Hinako's mixed up in this?" "We'd better find out. We'll talk to her first as soon as possible!" "Let's do that... but I have another idea for now. The best way to remember something, is to do it again." "You can't mean-" "I want to re-enact some of these pictures, right now. It'll help us remember!" "We can't!" "We already are!" "I don't want to!" "Don't say that, you know that you do... look at yourself!" Kasumi looked down to see her hand up her nightie and in her sex. Her other hand was teasing the nipple of her left breast through the material of her nightgown. She flushed and tried to stop but found that she couldn't. Actually she could partially stop, but only long enough for her to turn to the next page in the album. "N-Nabiki!", Kasumi moaned as tears ran down her face. Her sister shushed her as she undid her blouse and nursed Kasumi on her breast. Kasumi ran her hands along Nabiki's legs until she reached her shorts. She undid the top button and plunged her hand underneath the waistband of Nabiki's panties, playing with her pussy. Nabiki moaned and reached to grab Kasumi's ass, when instinctively she moved her hand under the mattress to pull out a pink vibrator. As if by rote, Nabiki switched it to max and shoved it into Kasumi unceremoniously. Kasumi gasped at the sudden intrusion, and sat up straight, sending Nabiki to her back. Kasumi moved her kisses from between Nabiki's cleavage, down to her naval, and finally to the top of her panties. Tugging her shorts off, Nabiki pulled her the crotch of her panties to one side to accommodate Kasumi. Although being pounded, without mercy, by the highly effective vibrator... Kasumi was methodical with Nabiki. She pushed her fingers between Nabiki's swollen petals to access the stiff clitoris. Kasumi smiled somewhat evily and licked one of her fingers before proceeding. She watched Nabiki's reaction as she bit gently on her clit and flicked her tongue across it. She continued to probe Nabiki with her stiffened tongue until Nabiki came uncontrollably. Kasumi didn't stop, causing her younger sister to experience orgasm in rapid succession. After a while Kasumi lifted her cum smeared face to kiss Nabiki and smile. "You never did have much endurance." Nabiki, panting and flushed, looked at her with a questioning look. "And just how did you know that?" Kasumi stopped to think but was forced to simply shrug. "I just remember that you cum faster and more often than...." "Than who!", Nabiki demanded. "Than... I don't know. I don't remember. Help me with this! I'm not getting anywhere with it!", Kasumi said desperately as she fingered herself around the vibrator. Nabiki damped her already soaked panties at the prospect and motioned for her sister to lie back. Kasumi did, spreading her legs high and wide, causing Nabiki to nearly cum again at just the sight. Nabiki removed Kasumi's pink vibrator and licked it clean. She then removed her panties and threw them to the floor. Wrapping Kasumi's long legs about herself, Nabiki began to slowly grind their pussies together. Kasumi moaned as Nabiki moved her hands up her smooth belly to cup her elder sister's large breasts. Nabiki's hung down and jiggled slightly with each rotation of her hips... Kasumi had no choice but to reach out and fondle. Nabiki began an expert tease on Kasumi's breasts accelerating her pleasure. She would accompany each pinch of a nipple with an extra hard and fast grind while biting her lip in an evil smile. Finally, Kasumi could stand it no longer and began to rotate her own crotch in an opposite direction from Nabiki's sending them both in to a frenzy. Yasha, at the same time had been invisibly masturbating to the touching love scene before her... it made her homesick for the many pleasures she and her fellow succubi shared. She didn't let her sedimentality get in the way of her purpose, however. Slowly she had undid all the weaving that held back the two sister's memory. When they had their next orgasm.... "OHHH!!!" "OIMMMPH!!!" Nabiki collapsed and screamed into the bedding while Kasumi cried passionately into Nabiki's shoulder to muffle their cries. Their bodies continued to spasm and shiver, their cunts clenching reflexively after their supernaturally aided orgasm. Kasumi lifted her sister's head, brushed strands of wet hair from her face, then kissed her with love and closeness. "I remember everything.", Kasumi said simply and quietly. "Then that makes two of us....", Nabiki smiled and hugged her sister with her body. Nabiki fell asleep almost instantly on top of Kasumi. Although she had a full grown woman crushing her, and that she was damp and sticky, hot and sweaty, and that she would have to do a whole lot of cleaning the next day; Kasumi was more comfortable than she had been in a while. She maneuvered as best she could to cover the both of them with sheets and fell asleep peacefully. -=-=-