RanPorn Hentai 1/2 A Lemon Oddity By Jim Robert Bader (The names, characters and situations may belong to Rumiko Takahashi, but she would disown the rest of this fanfic, so please be warned---OOC behavior is a-brewing!) WARNING---LEMONY FRESH ACTION DEAD AHEAD! CONTAINS SCENES OF A (Porno-)GRAPHIC NATURE INVOLVING FEMALE CHARACTERS BETWEEN THE AGES OF SIXTEEN-TO-NINETEEN AND ABOVE, WITH SOME GRATUITOUS MALE NUDITY ADDED IN FOR ADDITIONAL FLAVOR. THIS IS A SILLY HENTAI AND NOT TO BE TAKEN AS SERIOUS. ALL THE CHARACTERS HERE ARE FICTITIOUS AND SHOULD NOT BE CONFUSED WITH PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD, SO DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME OR YOU MIGHT HURT SOMETHING! YOU HAVE BEEN DUTY WARNED! Here Cums Ranma! "Hello, can I help you?" asked Kasumi as she answered the door and saw the pretty woman standing there holding a make-up kit in one hand, a pleasantly warm smile upon her features. "Pardon me," the stranger began, "But are you the lady of the household?" "Oh no," said Kasumi, "That would be my mother. She's away at the moment shopping, but I'm in charge until she returns." "Then do you mind looking at some samples that we're offering in our beauty kits?" the woman asked, her smile becoming even more warm and friendly as she leaned a little closer to her prospective customer and prey. "Thank you, but I believe we have enough right now," Kasumi said apologetically, "Money is a little tight this week, so perhaps you could come back later when mother is at home and can deal with you directly." "I was thinking more of a counter-offer," the stranger purred as she leaned up against the door frame, her face only inches away from that of Kasumi, "I've been all over this block looking for someone good to eat, and you're by far the best I've seen, so...do you mind if I come inside and play with you for a bit?" Rather than wait for an answer she reached out with a hand and drew Kasumi into her embrace, planting a kiss on the other girl's mouth and mashing their bodies up against one another so that Kasumi could feel the woman's large breasts pressing up against her own through the fabric of their skirts, making the Tendo girl aware that the stranger's nipples were hard and pointy. "Well...I don't see why not," Kasumi sighed as they parted lips and stared at one another, "But only for a little bit. I have house chores to do, and mother will want them done in a few more hours." "I promise I'll only keep you as long as necessary," the stranger purred as she reached up and started parting the top of Kasumi's dress, peeling her down to expose a breasts to full view, and then bringing her mouth down into play to give the generous mound a few licks, followed by a gentle nibble. "Ooooh...that feels so nice," Kasumi sighed as she yielded to the other woman's eagerness and ardor, "By the way...do you have a name?" "Does it matter?" the stranger asked between affectionate kisses and a hungry suckling motion in which she took Kasumi's nipple and began to stimulate lactation. "I---OH---suppose not," Kasumi groaned softly as she was bought back into the house, stumbling and losing her balance, which prompted the other woman to fall atop her, which hardly impaired the other girl's frenzied desire to undress her as the dark haired beauty wasted no time in stripping Kasumi stark naked. "Just for the record, it's Madoka," her ravisher cooed as she went to work with hands, mouth and fingers on the supple body of her prey, "Ayakawa Madoka..." "Madoka-chan," Kasumi arched her back as she felt a trail of affectionate kisses run down her belly while magic fingers stimulated her lower back and buttox, further arousing her own ardor, "Very nice to meet you...my name is Tendo Kasumi..." "And nice to eat you, Tendo Kasumi," Madoka cooed as she went to work bringing her lips up to the clean-shaven mound of the other girl, and within minutes she was working her over good with a tongue that found its mark over every inch of skin around the velvet pedals of her brown haired conquest, burying that tongue deep into a moistened snatch as Kasumi bucked and yelped with delight and was soon yielding a bounty of her own sweet nectar to the hungry mouth of the famished dark haired saleswoman. A yawning Nabiki, only half-dressed in a pair of cut-off tight shorts and thin tank-top, came down the stairs about this time and noticed that her older sister was being eaten out by a rather attractive looking stranger, one who obviously was more than a little Butch and who liked to take the initiative as she had Kasumi rolled onto her shoulders with her crotch facing upward and her bare legs slung over the dark haired girl's shoulders while she was expertly eaten out by someone who obviously knew a lot about how to eat another girl's pussy. "Yo, Sis," Nabiki waved, "Make a new friend?" Kasumi was quite beyond any rational response to this and could only make panting noises that signified that she was headed for another orgasm. "Yeah, figured as much," Nabiki leered as she enjoyed the sight of the expert tongue-work employed by the nice looking stranger, "Well, save some sloppy seconds for me if you will, I'm going to the kitchen to get a snack, and don't bother getting up, I can see you're both quite busy." It hardly bothered the middle Tendo girl in the least that her older sister was having a climax on the front porch of their house since it just meant that the other girl was in a bit of a hurry and wanted a nice quickie. She repressed a sense of envy at how lucky Kasumi could be getting nailed by other women. Nabiki had to work at it to get her daily catch, though it helped that she had a live-in love slave upstairs named Ryonami whom she could always screw whenever she was in the mood for a bit of snatch herself. Right now it was a different kind of calorie count that interested Nabiki, so she ignored the frantic noises from the porch and headed off to the kitchen to find something good to snack on. After all, a girl didn't live on Cum alone, even if it was as sweet as her juicy slave could yield with the right sort of enticement. Mid-way to her goal, however, she stopped to notice that a postcard was laying on the floor, which was curious since the mail was usually kept on the mantle. She picked it up and took it with her as she headed for the kitchen, glancing at the Panda on one side before turning it around and reading the neatly signed letters on the back. It said simply: "To Kimiko-chan from her Nodoka, I'm am coming home at last and I am bringing Ranma with me. Love and affection, Saotome Nodoka." Nabiki arched an eyebrow and whistled, "Whoah, Mom...are you having an affair already? About time, I think. Daddy's been gone for over fifteen years, so it's only right you found yourself someone else to shack up with." She mused to herself as she inspected the contents of the kitchen that it might be interesting meeting this old flame of her mother. It might even be that the lady would be an easy mark for squeezing out special favors and possibly even an allowance if she had any money to speak of. It was hard enough to manage the budget in their house with the meager stipend that they got from Daddy's trust fund. At the very least it would be nice to have a fresh face to look at around the house, and if the woman in question was passionate enough she might even get their mom to smile again and not spend so much time crying and wailing about how much she missed their father. But one nagging question was raised by the postcard...the mention of another name, someone called Ranma. Was that another woman from her mother's past, or maybe this Nodoka character already had her own girlfriend. Perhaps Nabiki was reading too much into a few hasty scribbles that left out a lot of really important details. The penmanship was excellent, of course, but whoever sent this was obviously in something of a hurry, so that could imply real trouble, the kind that would have to be looked out for if Nabiki was to keep their family out of yet more legal entanglements. As she started to nibble on a cracker the sound of a loud cry and things breaking brought her around to glance out the window towards their family dojo. From the sound of things Akane was at it again. This caused Nabiki to sigh in faint disgust, wondering (and not for the first time) what to do about her troublesome younger sister. Akane was of an age where she ought to be out dating instead of reducing perfectly good cinder blocks and lumber into so much scrap and kindling. At times like this Nabiki knew what had to be done, and with grim determination she marched out of the house and headed towards the dojo. Akane was into her fourth set of piled-high bricks when Nabiki called out to her, "You gonna pay for all of that out of your allowance? That stuff doesn't come cheap, even from the lumber and ceramic yards where I get it." "Don't start with me, Nabiki," Akane snapped, "I'm not in the mood!" "Oh?" Nabiki arched an eyebrow, "Kuno on your case again?" "Like I care what that Hentai thinks!" Akane snorted, "She's been after me all week to date her, and after I told her I was going steady with Sayuri she got all huffy and threatened to do some nasty things to my girlfriend, just like she did to poor Yuka. I swear, that Kuno family is cursed..." "Well, obviously Kodachi likes you a lot," Nabiki shrugged, "Don't know why she favors you over me. I wouldn't mind it a bit if she wanted to carry me off and do fun stuff over at her mansion. You really ought to give the B&D scene a try, Sis, you might even make a halfway decent Dom if you work at it." "I'm not like you, Nabiki," Akane frowned, "I prefer to stay with only one person at a time. I can't go dating a new girl every week or blackmailing them into offering me their favors. I'm just not like that." "Well, suit yourself," Nabiki shrugged, handing over the postcard, "By the way, do you have any idea when this came in the mail?" "Huh?" Akane took the card and read it then frowned, "Who's Nodoka...and this other girl, Ranma? Funny...that almost sounds like a boy's name..." Nabiki abruptly sobered, "There aren't any boys left in the world, Akane, you know that." "Yeah, I know," Akane sighed, "All the men died off a decade and a half ago, and nobody knows the reason why either..." "Yeah, it's a mystery all right," Nabiki shrugged, "One minute half the world was male, the next thing a plague breaks out and all the men either die off or get turned sterile. It crossed into every country and international border and within a week nine tenths of the male population was gone...the rest of them only lasted five years after that, almost like it was magic..." "You mean like a curse don't you?" Akane sniffed, "And I don't believe in magic or curses." "Maybe," Nabiki shrugged, "All I know is that the world changed forever when we too little to remember, now the only way we know that men even existed is in pictures and stories. They're as mythical these days as Unicorns and virgins." Akane had to concede that this was true and a very odd truth it was at that, for the mysterious way in which the men of their world had ceased to exist with such complete suddenness did tend to incline one towards a supernatural explanation, for it seemed to many as if the hand of a God had reached down from the heavens and brought the reign of men to an end, leaving only women to take charge of what remained of civilized life upon the planet. "I don't believe in the supernatural," Akane stalwartly maintained, "Dad didn't deserve to die, and neither did any of the other men. It all happened because of some stupid Bioweapons program that fell into the hands of some baka terrorist organization, and boy, did they ever pay for that blunder!" "Oh yeah," Nabiki remarked, tacitly conceding the widely acknowledged government explanation, even if it did seem suspicious that a weapon that killed only men would be unleashed by an Islamic-based terrorist organization. Little did either daughter of the house of Tendo realize, however, but the actual cause for the extinction of the masculine half of the human race did indeed fall to their doorstep...or rather, to one member of the Anything Goes school whose foolishness and rash behavior were almost legendary... FIFTEEN YEARS IN THE PAST! "No, Master, you can't use that!" Soun Tendo protested, "It's too dangerous!" "Master, consider what you are doing!" Genma pleaded, "To use that cursed sword to fulfill your ambition...the consequences could be too dire to imagine! "Aw, sex you two louts!" Happosai snorted as he held up the magic blade that had been taken from a holy shrine at his instigation, "This sword's supposed to be able to grant you any three wishes that you utter, and it's mine now, so I'm gonna wish for all the panties in the world to be mine!" "GRANTED!" the sword responded, and all at once panties rained down from the skies, startling Soun and Genma, who at first had thought it was snowing a bit early for this time of the year. "Howzaa!" Happosai cried gleefully as he saw his precious treasures raining down from the heavens, "You see, Boys? There's nothing to it! I just ask it to grant my fondest desires and the sword will give it to me!" Soun and Genma silently noted that not all of the panties were entirely cleaned as some that were either soaked or dirtied in some way began to fall down among the clean ones. They both winced inwardly as Genma turned to Soun and said, "All the panties in the world?" "Taken from unsuspecting women the whole world over," Soun said grimly, "Who even now must be wondering about that sudden draft that they are feeling..." "How about this cutie?" Happosai snatched a bra out of mid-air, only to notice that it was a bit bigger than usual, which prompted him to say, "Whoohoo! Can you imagine the size of the hooters that used to be contained in this?" "I could well imagine," Soun reluctantly held up an oversized pair of panties that had fallen on his head and said, "They go with these, I believe...about a size fifteen, wouldn't you say, Saotome?" "Seventeen at least," Genma remarked, "Must have been a real whale that one...but then again, not all bras---or women---are created equal by the kami." "Eh?" Happosai said as the realization hit him and he promptly dropped the bra with a disgusted grimace, "Eeww! Fat women are disgusting!" "Says the world's most infamous lecher," Genma murmured under his breath. "What was that?" Happosai looked at his pupil sharply. "Nothing Master!" Genma promptly sobered. Happosai frowned but looked away, noticing other signs among his floating treasures that suggested that things were not entirely square with their previous owners. He grew unusually sober and said, "Boys...I'm about to do something truly noble and compassionate now..." Soun and Genma looked even more alarmed than before. They knew what their master was like when he was selfish and preening, but when he tried to do what he termed "a good deed" the consequences were considerably worse than if he meant to do evil. "Mast...no!" Soun protested, but it was too late and he knew it the moment he said it. Happosai held up the enchanted blade and said, "I wish that all the woman throughout the world could be young, beautiful and healthy as goddesses! No more sagging breasts, no more age lines, no more obesity or waif-like rail thinness, nosirree! Let all the women of the world know excellent health and beauty for all the remainder of their days..." "GRANTED!" the sword responded once again, and there was a shimmering of the air that suggested that its enchantment was thus granted. "Now, for my third wish..." Happosai began. "No, Master, we're begging you, please stop!" Genma pleaded. "The men of the world may thank you for giving them beauty to look upon," Soun replied, "But are you going to similarly bless the rest of us the way you have our wives and daughters?" "Bah, Men!" Happosai scoffed, "Who needs them? In fact, as far as I'm concerned, I wish all the men of the world would just fall down and die! The world would be a better place without them!" "But---!" Soun cried too late. "GRANTED!" and so it was that the sword fulfilled the final wish of its wielder, exactly to the letter of his instructions. And, somewhere in the far east, in a nation where Terrorism not only had state backing but was the national obsession, a secret laboratory belonging to a rich oil sheik had a little accident with some Sino-Soviet-produced viral strains of a highly contagious nature. The accident was not discovered until four days later, by which time it had spread throughout the facility and---owing to the highly mobile nature of the Billionaire and his operatives---meant that it was carried far and wide over international airlines the world over, and because it took three days before the first symptoms would even be noticed, by the time people began dropping dead like flies it was already too late for the terrorists to offer up their home-brewed vaccine on the world market, thus foiling the attempt to make a killing on the black market. It also meant that the men of the middle east were the first ones to feel the effects of Happosai's plague, but they were far from the last to be infected, and as only men showed any symptoms (women being a carrier and immune to the virus, which only went after "Y" chromosomes, not "X"s) it was not long before half the population of these nations started dying off by the tens of thousands until only women were left with their mothers and daughters, their sons succumbing in only half the time it took to kill off their fathers. In Asian countries the virus spread like a wildfire, but in Europe the effect was somewhat more muted at first since it took the Virus time to fully circulate from the larger cities to the farthest counties. Not all men died at once, some surviving for a few more years before wasting away altogether. The virus (which was airborne and highly contagious) did its awful work over a lengthy span of time until the full letter of Happosai's curse was fulfilled and women alone remained to inhabit a world that had lost the entire male half of its population. Since Happosai had wished women to have a superabundant strain of health, they naturally adapted to the presence of the virus and developed anti-bodies to eradicate it so that it eventually either died off or mutated into a less virulent strain that was incorporated into their systems. However, what this produced over time was that women collectively developed an even more aggressive resistance to all other diseases, which meant that they gained longevity and an ability to heal from any damage that became phenomenal and extraordinary. Soon the surviving female population discovered that even third degree burns and severe trauma would be healed by their bodies as the mutated virus gave them a regenerative ability comparable to the finest stem cell research that was on the market. Soon disease and aging was all but unknown as even severely aged people started sloughing off diseased and worn out tissues, becoming young again over time as though gradually aging backwards to the ideal norm of a "Twenty- something" beauty. Fat cells were burned off more quickly and diabetes became unknown, and senility was a thing of the past as cancer cases dropped off the scale and even those who had not be beautiful in their youth discovered the "Inner" beauty of a more idealized self that was struggling to get out as their bodies quickly adjusted to an entirely new pattern. Of course one unforeseen side-effect of this robust rush of health and beauty was that the sexual drive in women was increased more than tenfold. Suddenly even the shiest virgin or most determine nun was discovering underlying urges that were difficult to control or keep down. Women were finding themselves in desperate need for sexual release but had no men to rely upon for their conventional urges. It was not long before they started to "experiment" with bisexuality and other forms of sexual release, and then full-scale lesbianism became the norm of society. Not automatically, and certainly not without considerable social trauma, but soon it was taken for granted that "Girls will be Girls" was in play, and with collapse of social norms and taboos against such "deviant" behavior it became an accepted fact of life, even an expectation for many of a healthy, normal existence. Of course there were some attempts to modify and socialize this drastic change in sexual behavior, but even in a repressed or modest society such as Japan (where once even kissing or holding hands in public was frowned upon) it soon became impossible to regulate the urge to copulate when two or more females encountered one another and felt a "click" of immediate attraction. Gratification of urges overrode any desire to be coy or modest or "play hard to get" with your intended amorata. Pure sex won out every time, and soon it became as natural to make out with a total stranger as it would have been to shake hands, all that was needed was the "Spark" of mutual interest and they would immediately go at it with complete and utter abandon. Naturally there were some immediate concerns about this "non-procreative" form of sex becoming the norm, and fears that they would be the last generation of humanity prompted the increased funding into bio-research that was quickly undertaken to alleviate this problem. Once-forbidden areas of Eugenic technology became the hoped-for salvation of the race and soon great strides were being made in the field of recombinant DNA with artificial insemination replacing the messy and more random process that had prevailed since the dawn of humanity. This had the added advantage that only those who wanted to become pregnant would have a baby, and they would be able to gene-select the other half of their genetic equation, which could just as easily be the sequencing of another woman, creating what came to be known as "Fusion Pregnancy," with daughters born who had a second mother for their "father." All such children had the same robust health and tendency to idealized beauty of their parents with no social stigma attached to how they had come to be conceived and raised since male-female pairbonding was a thing of the past and soon all but forgotten. Much debate was undertaken over whether boy children should be created to replace the lost male half of the population, but eventually it was decided that lingering traces of the virus might still exist, and that any males conceived would ever die in childbirth or be rendered sterile and/or impotent. It was further decided that a test to create and conceive a healthy male offspring would be put off for at least one or two generations before frozen stores of embryos and semen might be used to restart things. Until then female children would be the only ones sanctioned, and as there had been a very traumatic period during which shock and dismay gave way to tacit reservation, many women started to believe that the death of their men was a sign by the Gods that masculinity itself had brought the plague down upon humanity. After all, were not the countries where the virus had been spawned the male-dominated Arab states? (And never mind that people of other nations and religions had in time been just as severely affected) Sadly for Happosai, he never lived to see the full completion of his wishes, for the sword vanished from his hands after the third wish had been uttered, and within a week he was as cold, stone dead as the rest of his victims. Only Genma and Soun had lasted a bit longer than a month, and that was barely time enough for them to confess their lengthy sins to their respective wives, in whom they entrusted a terrible secret. "Nodoka," Genma had told his wife as he lay dying in their bed, "Our son must live...he must go on and be strong...a man among men...and there is but one way that I can foresee him doing this." Nodoka had cling desperately to the final words of her dying husband. He was a louse and a petty thief, but she loved him still in spite of all his faults and failings. Besides, her son was the most precious thing in the world to her, and she would do anything to prevent him from following the fate of his father, so she listened carefully as Genma spoke of their time of youth and the women whom he had once come in contact with, mentioning a certain wise woman who had spoken obliquely of a means by which a man might be temporarily turned into a woman. Days later she was in China with her infant son strapped across her back and her sword at her side to protect her from threats such as bandits and looters. The men of China were dying, their women were in an uproar, and it was a dangerous time to be abroad as most male pilots were too sick to fly an airplane. Fortunately her dear friend Kimiko still retained her pilot's license and could fly them there in a small aircraft, confident that no one would be manning the radar to shoot them down as the crossed into the very heart of the Bayankallah mountain range, and there she sought out the tribe and the wise woman her husband had spoken of and entreated her for the cure to her son's afflictions. At first the Amazons were reluctant to reveal their secrets, but their leader was moved by the plight of a foreign-born mother and could see the sincerity of Nodoka's situation. So a deal was struck and a bargain was made, and her son was given the cure he needed, which protected him from the virus and allowed him to survive well into his teen years...disguised against the disease on the genetic level. And now, fifteen years after working so hard to fulfill the other part of her husband's pledge, she sat in a tea shop with Kimiko sharing a brew and reminiscing about old times and old promises. A young-seeming woman of indeterminate age and beauty, who walked with grace eternal and regarded the two Japanese women with stern but heartfelt welcome, greeting them there with a bow that they returned before she addressed them in a low-voiced welcome. "So," the Matriarch said, "It is time at last. Are you prepared to fulfill your pledge, Saotome Nodoka and Tendo Kimiko?" "We are," both women said together, then Nodoka spoke up and said, "Ranma has grown to be everything that I promised my husband she would be, and her secret is safely preserved so long as you retain your hold upon the magic ladle." "Does the boy suspect his true nature?" Cologne asked gravely. "It has been five years since she was last in her true form," Nodoka replied, "But she remembers the difference between herself and other young girls her own age. I believe it is time at last to unlock the curse and allow her to return to her true nature." "And, of course, you will both be agreeable to this arrangement?" Cologne eyed the brown haired Kimiko, "Have you selected which of your daughters will be pledged to form the sacred circle?" "Not as yet," Kimiko replied, "But my youngest shows great potential, though my other daughters are lovely and talented in other ways. Akane is a warrior, Nabiki is a shrewd and clever negotiator, and Kasumi has the makings of a fine healer. I believe that the Amazons would value their talents, each in their own distinctive way?" "Very true," Cologne regarded the younger woman carefully before saying, "And would you be adverse to having one or more of them married to the same young man?" "I'm pretty sure I could adjust to the idea," Kimiko smiled faintly, a certain sadness never leaving her eyes as it took very little to cause her to weep in memory of her loss of a fine husband, "We've already gotten clearance with the government officials who are eager to monitor this experiment in the hopes that it will provide a cure to our universal man problem. Of course, I'm reasonably certain that Nabiki and Kasumi would have no objections to sharing a husband. Akane..." she shrugged in resignation, "That's harder to predict. My youngest doesn't have much in the way of domestic talents...in some ways she's more of a Tomboy than I ever was when I was her age..." "Then we will broach the matter with your daughters and allow them to decide if they want a part of this," Cologne turned and said, "In the meantime, I have brought my own contribution to this sacred circle that we are forging. Shampoo." The silk curtains behind the Amazon Matriarch parted and in stepped a beautiful girl with long purple hair and a figure that at once got the attention of both Kimiko and Nodoka. In spite of their difference in relative ages, the effect of this wild, untamed beauty was calculated to set off dormant sexual urges and inspire thoughts of lust in anyone with just a drop of Estrogen to their name. Both Nodoka and Kimiko had to fight down the urge to pounce on the girl and "give her a trial run," silently reminding themselves that this girl was promised to their children, for which the older women both felt immediate envy. Cologne smiled as she saw the signs of lust and appreciation cross the faces of the two women. Shampoo had that effect on a lot of her fellow tribesmen, and even quite a few "Elders" openly drooled at the sight of her working out. Her heir and descendant was the product of a long and illustrious line of warriors of legend, but all anyone ever noticed when she walked past was pure "Sex on the Hoof" just waiting to be bedded. Shampoo was somewhat dubious herself in seeing how near to rape she was coming just standing in the presence of these two far more experienced women. Back home she had her string of lovers and flings, but always she was left to suspect that she was destined for something grander, and now she knew just how far back her great-grandmother had been plotting her life. She glanced around somewhat uneasily then said, "Where is my future wife? The one to whom I am promised?" "Patience, Child," her blue-haired Elder softly chided, then Cologne turned to Nodoka and said, "A fair point that is though. Where is my future son-in-law? I expected to see that you had brought him here with you." "We were...unfortunately separated when approaching the Furinkan district," Nodoka explained, "But I told Ranma to be here at a given time, and she's good enough with directions to..." All at once the doors to the restaurant flew open, and in rushed a petite redhead whose hair was bound up in a long warrior's braid and whose lovely face was set in a look of panic as she cried, "Hide me, quick! I've got a mob of them after me this time!" "Ah, Ranma," Nodoka said brightly, "Come over here and join us. There's someone here who I'd like you to meet." The redhead approached somewhat dubiously, but Shampoo had already swiveled her focus and was already sizing her up and rating her potential. Nice figure, small and compact, a few centimeters shorter than Shampoo, yet wiry and lithe from all appearances, and that face...those eyes...before she knew it Shampoo felt herself all but drooling. "Shampoo," Cologne said, "Meet your new bride, Saotome Ranma...or should I say your new husband?" "Husband?" Shampoo repeated, only half-listening as she was undressing the redhead with her eyes and thinking up ways to pleasure her to climax. "Husband?" the redhead repeated warily, "I think you've got me confused with someone else, lady..." "Ranma," Nodoka smiled, "This is Shampoo, the daughter of Cologne the Elder, and this is my good friend Tendo Kimiko, whom we'll be staying with for a few days. Shampoo is your iinazuke..." "My...what?" Ranma blinked, "Mom, have you flipped or something?" "I believe that the time for your disguise is more than at an end, young master," Cologne said as she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a curious matching set of a bucket and a ladle, "This will clear everything up for you at once." "Hey, wait a--!" the redhead raised her arms in a futile attempt to ward off being splashed, but once the water made contact with her small body she began to fill out immediately and grew a good twenty centimeters, her hair turning black as the rest of her expanded. "Aiyaa..." Shampoo murmured faintly, astonished by more than just the transformation as something else inside her kicked into overdrive, and as strongly attracted as she had been to the redhead before, her eyes got round as saucers as she took in the magnificence of a perfect specimen of masculine virtue. "Oh my...!" Kimiko herself remarked as she found her own pulse racing, thought of her late husband tugging at the edges of her sudden desire to take the youth for herself and to heck with sharing him with her daughters. "What did you do that for?" the male Ranma complained, then stopped as he saw the way everyone was looking at him, including his mother, "Uh..." "Well, well, well," Cologne purred in humor, "Maybe I was a bit too hasty in promising him to Shampoo. Maybe the boy could do with a more experienced wife..." Shampoo frowned and said, "That is not funny, Great-grandmother." "Ah...should I run now?" Ranma asked as he started to ease backwards. "Certainly not," Nodoka said as she at last got control over her own urges, "You have a duty to your family, and I swore to your father that I would protect you and raise you to be a man among men. That you've spent most of your life with the ability to turn into a girl when you get wet was simply for protection, but now that you are grown up it is time to take up your duties as both a husband and the father to a new generation of Saotomes..." "And Tendos," Kimiko added. "But wait," Cologne frowned, glancing around, "Isn't there someone else who was supposed to be with your party? The third child promised to your Ranma..." "Oh, Ukyo is around somewhere...I think," Kimiko turned and looked at her son, "She was with you last, Ranma?" "Oh yeah..." Ranma-kun said nervously, "She promised to run interference for me until I could get away from the mob and..." "Hey, Ranchan!" cried a brown haired girl as she came rushing into the restaurant, "I got them to lay off for a bit, but I had to use every trick I knew to lead them into a blind ally. I think they wanted my phone number almost as bad as they wanted---OHMIGAWD!" she halted dead in her tracks and stared in amazement before gasping, "R-Ranchan?" Shampoo's eyes moved from the handsome boy who was promised to her to the lanky girl with the brown ponytail and immediately saw possibilities there. Yes indeed, this was proving to be a very good day for hunting down prospective bedmates... "Uh...hi, Ucchan," Ranma-kun winced, "I don't suppose you'd believe me when I say..." "Mine!" Ukyo cried before pouncing, which prompted Shampoo to break away from the side of her Elder and come rushing in to embrace them both, leaving Nodoka to beam happily and say, "My son is so manly..." "Five years as a girl, locked into his curse," Kimiko noted, "Are you sure he'll even know what to do?" "I wouldn't worry too much on that count," Cologne mused wryly, "It seems his brides are more than happy to explain the finer details, and in their hands he is bound to get a good and proper instruction. Believe me when I say that your daughters are getting quite a bargain, whichever one of them is chosen to fulfill your family's promise." "And interesting girl, this Ukyo," Kimiko said as she craned her neck and attempted to get a better view of the girl who was presently helping to strip the young Ranma of his clothing and male virtue, "How did you come to adopt her?" "I met her father just before he died and made a promise to look after her," Nodoka explained, "Poor thing, she lost her mother at a very young age and had no one to raise her properly, and I thought she would make a good companion for my son, so..." "Aiyaa...what is this?" Shampoo declared as she stared in wonder at a stiffening male organ. "I dunno, Sugar," Ukyo leered, "But I want it!" "Oh my," Kimiko's eyes widened a little, "Your son certain is...manly." "Nabiki and Kasumi will never know what hit them," Nodoka grinned, "And as for your youngest..." "Well," Kimiko shrugged, "Time will tell about that, I suppose, but let's leave the kids to get better acquainted. I feel like celebrating myself, what about you, Nodoka darling?" "I thought you'd never ask," Nodoka said as she leaned over and gave her friend a friendly kiss on the mouth, a kiss that led to some heavy groping, and before you knew it they were starting to undress each other without thought that they were doing so in a private restaurant with the proprietor looking on with amusement. "Ah, young people these days..." Cologne sighed, only to go round eyed as she felt a pair of gentle arms slide around from behind to cup and fondle her breasts. "Oh, I don't know about that," said the Amazon Mage known as Siren, "I think they've got the right idea...see? Shampoo's making great progress getting to know her new wife and husband." "H-H-Help!" Ranma called out from where he was being passionately mauled by his best friend and their new prospective bride, both of whom were acting the part of crazed she-wolves who had discovered a bone to gnaw over, but of course his weak protests were ignored by those within earshot. The girls, for their part, were not exactly clawing him, but from the way their hands, mouths and tongues were working it was all in a way the same thing from Ranma's prone perspective. Of course being man-handled by two such voluptuous girls was having an effect on him that his rational mind was having difficulty comprehending. Ukyo he well knew from having "played" with her in many a sexual game that seemed like innocent groping and fondling compared to the treatment which he was now receiving, but this Shampoo was an exotic mystery and full of wonder, far more lush and curvy, yet solidly packed with firm muscles and a suppleness that made her feel soft as a kitten. She was gentle and fierce at one and the same instant, and when she took his organ into her mouth and began to lick on it she set to rest Ranma's fears that she would bite down and swallow his **thing** within the first several moments. In fact it felt rather good the way she was taking him in an inch or two at a time, and even Ukyo seemed entranced by the sight of the purple haired girl instinctively giving her first blowjob to their prospective husband. It was not long until Ukyo got the same idea from her new girlfriend's example, and then she was taking turns with Shampoo in "blowing" Ranma's mind away while giving him a crash course in the mysteries of Male-Female bonding. Cologne's own dress was already on the floor while this happened as she too yielded to the attentions of another, her own lustful urges taking hold as her wife began to play with her voluptuous form. The rational part of Cologne's mind mused to herself that she would be delayed opening her business to the general public that morning, but at the time she did not care one whit about business as the only thought in her head was in responding to the blonde's entreaties, letting Siren know just why it was that she was still the Matriarch of the Joketsuzoku. With three-hundred-plus years of experience at her beckoning, there was no other Elder alive who could match her for technique as she slowly turned the tables on her wife and proceeded to teach Siren what it meant to enflame her ardor... To be Continued? (Maybe, Maybe not...what do you think?) Vote your Lemons: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Just a silly little fanfic I felt the urge to write, nothing too special, except for the exploration of a premise. The idea of men being wiped out by a plague and leaving women to run the planet is far from a new one, but here I was mainly using it to justify the idea of a world where women are always horny and ready to have sex at the drop of a kerchief, just like in any standard Porn Movie. Porn Movie logic demands that everyone be beautiful, healthy and at the prime of sexual health and performance, which means that venereal disease does not exist, that pregnancy is not an issue and that there are no strong social stigmas impeding women from having a good fuck without guilt or recriminations. Yeah, "Real Life" people don't act that way, but this is Lemon territory, and so I get to set the rules and allow for some wild OOC behavior. [Besides...I can't help but smirk when I think of the Islamic world being populated by beautiful "Houri" without husbands. I'd call that divine retribution, especially after the obscenity of the Taliban and what they did to the women of an entire nation.] This was not intended strictly as male-bashing, but as I've stated elsewhere, there are times when I feel that my fellow men are not living up to their true potential, that men have too high an opinion of themselves and too low an opinion of most women, and that men are not really as "irreplaceable" to the social structure as many tend to imagine. I personally believe that women are as important to us Men as we seem to be to them, and not just for purposes of pure procreation, despite my own belief that Girl-Girl sex is every bit as sincere as the hetero kind (and yeah, I mean to imply the same thing about Yaoi sex, though that isn't my thing and I freely admit it). Call me a traitor to my own sex, but sometimes I think men could stand to walk a mile in Ranma's sandals, learning how the other half lives and what it feels like to be in the place of the opposite gender (and yeah, the same could apply to a great many women). Next up, I return to my Realities fanfics and other long-delayed projects, so please stay tuned as I get things under way with both the boys and girls of the Ranmaverse having fun together, and not always in the game of "one-upsmanship" that the war of the sexes devolves down into. Take dare and see you later! X -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- If you wish to check out my other works, Please check out my Fanfiction webpage at: http://s11.sexshare.com/~jbader/jimbader.html All related chapters of this series can be found there along with my other works.