RanPorn07 Porn World! By Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi and so many others who do not deserve the blame for putting me up to this series...) The Seventh Encore. Re-Galled by the Manufacturer ("World Without Men...") WARNING---LEMON MERANGE FANFICTION AHEAD! CONTAINS SCENES OF AN ADULT AND HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE NATURE THAT MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE'S PALET. THIS IS A FANTASY WORLD IN WHICH 99% OF THE MEN HAVE BEEN KILLED OFF BY A PLAGUE AND THE WOMEN HAVE BEEN LEFT HORNY AS HELL WITH PERFECT HEALTH AND VITALITY AND ONLY EACH OTHER TO SATISFY THAT ITCH THEY'RE FEELING! THIS IS NOT A RECOMMENDATION, THE AUTHOR DOES NOT AUTHORIZE THE USE OF BIOTERRORISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS ONLY A FANFIC AND NO ACTUAL MEN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SERIES...YOU HAVE BEEN DULY WARNED! Riyahd Airport---The Present Flight 0069, from Tokyo to Paris Yuki Asamiya grinned hugely as she saw the sign flashing in their luxury class cabin: "Landing Soon, No diving! Passengers are to keep their heads out of other people's laps!" It was such an amusing concession that she had to glance down at the girl who was still hungrily lapping up cum from between her legs and say with a hungry leer, "Guess that means you have to stop now...not that I want to, but your pilot and the air regs say it's for our own safety." "Oh, right," the Flight Attendant let off on what she had been doing, rising up from her knees with her face still slick with moisture and a grin as huge at the proverbial cat who ate the canary as she cheerfully announced, "Ladies, may I have your attention? We'll be landing now, so please to put your heads in the upright and appropriate position." There were assorted muffled grunts, groans and complaints about that, but everyone good-naturedly complied with their instructions and the plane touched down on the runway a few moments later. Yuki had time to pull up her panties and straighten up her dress before debarking from the airplane, making sure to give her Hostess a deep, wet, passionate kiss with plenty of tongue as thanks for the fine dining, and who said airline food was not up to standards? The pink-haired Japanese woman begged very much to differ as she slung her carry-on baggage under one arm and hummed a cheerful tune as she descended down the boarding ramp and towards a certain party who was waiting at the bottom to greet her. The woman wore one of those more-or-less traditional outfits that covered everything from the neck on down, and she had a veil partially covering her face, yet what was visible from above the veil was more than intriguing to Yuki, it was downright a provocative invitation to rip that veil off and see what all she was concealing. Still and all, since this was a business trip, Yuki managed to restrain her usual instincts and just pleasantly nodded to her counterpart before saying, "Nice little country you've got here, but can't say much for the weather." "It is always hot with the breath of a cirroco, Efendi," the woman wearing the white veil replied, and smiled with her eyes to show that they both recognized the appropriate code-word exchanges. The woman then followed with, "Are you in need of a tour guide?" "Sure do," Yuki cheerfully answered, "You lead the way, Shaharazad, and I'll follow." "I would prefer Jasmine," the white-veiled woman answered as the two of them began their way away from the airline baggage screeners, no one from security even bothering to detail them, "And you are, I take it, that top-notch Tokyo agent that I've been hearing so much about?" "Name's Asamiya Yuki, if you really want to know, Desert Flower," Yuki answered, "Licensed to thrill and here on behalf of the Tanaka agency of Japan. So...what's with the veil? Thought you guys did away with those shortly after you took over." "Sometimes, in our line of work, one has to maintain objectivity, my friend," Jasmine replied, "And one can hardly do that when the mere sight of a woman's flesh can send one over the edge into the garden of infinite temptations." "So how does it help?" Yuki asked, "I mean, just seeing you like that's like staring at a tasty package that I want to rip open and ravish..." "This is a specially designed outfit that helps to filter out suggestive pheromones that are believed to activate a woman's libido and set off the rutting reflex caused by the Virus," Jasmine explained, "Most people, as you say, do not make much use of them, but in walks of life where it is necessary to remain at least nominally sober, it does---as you say---come in handy." "I guess," Yuki shrugged, "Whatever thrills you." "Correction, it is NOT being thrilled that is the objective here," Jasmine seemed to smile at her from beneath her veil, "But don't worry, you won't be required to adopt one yourself during your stay here. I can well imagine that you would find one terribly restrictive, which is no doubt what the chadour was originally meant to be when the Ottoman imposed them upon Islam. Needless to say, most of my country women have cheerfully dispensed with such antiquated notions as having to hide their bodies to avoid inspiring the lust of men, and since there are no more men in the world...it sort of defeats the purpose." Yuki could only smile back at that, appreciating the sense of irony that Jasmine was attempting to convey here, that the "Lust of a Man for a Woman" was the whole reason for their blanket oppression of the female sex, while in the end it was the lust of woman for another woman that would inevitably triumph. There was no other society upon the Earth that had been so deeply affected by the outbreak of the plague than the male-dominated culture of Islam. One billion strong throughout the world, Muslims would have bridled at the mere suggestion that their religion was intolerant and chauvinistic to a degree that was unheard off in the secular West, but when the plague broke out it had been Islamic countries who suffered the most immediate privation. To some it almost appeared as though the wrath of Allah had been unleashed upon the population, which thoroughly bewildered the devout, who had been taught all their lives to believe that they were the beloved of "Allah the Merciful," the rightful heirs to the Kingdom of Abraham, the Children of Ishmael, and defenders of the "One True Faith." That it was in an Islamic nation that the virus had been unleashed (granted a secularist-socialist dictatorship run by a one-party state headed by a infamous madman who indulged his wicked passions for Biological terror weapons) was still a source of deep embarrassment and humiliation to the survivors. The plague hit with the force of wildfire, sweeping among the general population with almost biblical wrath and sweeping aside the very institutions that had propped Arab society up since well before the time that a Bedouin camel driver had started to claim that he was hearing voices. Within two years every Islamic state in the world was completely infected, and by the end of five years the entire male half of the Muslim world was dead, killed by the very thing that was supposed to bring them assurity in paradise: the Haj, or annual trek of the faithful to Mecca and Medina. Such an irony that the Virus had found the perfect means of mass transmission by striking at a nexus hub where a fourth of the world's population was required to pay a visit. Soon people in other nations would discover the scourge that had been unleashed upon the Iraqi people, but by then it was too late to do anything about it. The Virus was thoroughly "in the wilds" and wrecking havoc worldwide, sparing no male from the terrible suffering and illness that would kill an infected person within a matter of days, unless the Virus **changed** him and made him into a transitional state of Hermaphrodism, which happened in about one percent of the more "fortunate" cases. But for the women the effect was entirely different. The Virus fortified the X- chromosome while attacking the Y-chromosome, strengthening feminine qualities and imbuing infected women with perfect health and restored vitality, even reversing the aging process and turning old people young and virile while improving their looks and even expanding their bustlines. Women thrived under the Virus to a degree that quite literally staggered the imagination, even regenerating lost body parts (and thus putting to an end the insidious practice of genital mutilation known as "Female Circumcision"), almost as though a God had willed it to happen. For the rest of the men in the Arab world, they were dead with such suddenness that it left Arab society completely and utterly devastated. In nations such as Saudi Arabia the effect was catastrophic, and since women there were prohibited from holding jobs or looking after themselves or pretty much doing anything of a non-domestic nature, the loss of their male relations was a blow that nearly turned into a terrifying human rights disaster. Almost overnight the laws governing the Arab world had to be revoked in the name of basic survival and women were assigned to take over the tasks that had been the sole providence of men since the Wahhabi conservative sect of Sunni Islam had gained prominence over their culture, such as operating machinery and driving a car, with the understandable chaos that ensued from many a crash course (quite literally in most cases) in basic self-reliance. Other Islamic nations had fared better-or-worse to the degree that women of competent skills could be found prior to the Virus who could move in and hold down vital government positions. Of the entire region only the state of Israel had been truly prepared for such a transition, and even there the number of slots where talented individuals were rare to unheard of left gaping holes in society for which one disaster after another seemed the inevitable by-product. It as fortunate that one side-effect of the change in female health and behavior was a greater sense of cooperation that made bonds to hold society together, but the problem was that with perfect health and a prolonged lifespan came an increase in the female sexual appetite. Women craved sex now more than they ever had in the most hedonistic societies of pagan Europe or Asia. It was more than just a desire to have sex that drove most women, it was an absolute need for intimacy and fulfillment that overrode all other considerations besides food, water and sleep, and this tended to distract people from whatever task they might be working on prior to dropping everything and spontaneously screwing. Perhaps it was another grim irony that this appetite had assured the swift dissemination of the Virus since the women were drawn to the men nearest to them like a magnet. A man could stand little chance of resisting the power of female appetites, and once he laid with an infected woman he was as good as dead, if not from the plague then surely from exhaustion! Women literally could not control their need for consummation, so when there were no more men around to satisfy their hunger they gladly turned upon each other and indulged in wanton promiscuity with no thought at all as to the "right and proper" moralistic behavior. A Virus that killed men and endowed women with such qualities was surely seen by many as Satanic, and while some men still lived there had been screams about a Jewish-American conspiracy behind the plague, and some used it as a pretext to attempt to launch a final war against Israel, a war that petered out and ultimately went no where when male soldiers no longer had the strength to carry a gun and no one was left alive who could operate a tank or plane, let alone arm a nuclear warhead. Women soldiers tended to get distracted on the battlefield and their aggression would turn into carnal lust when confronted by opposing soldiers, so there was ultimately nothing left for the Demagogues to do but gnash their teeth and die out, leaving behind only the memory of their impotent folly, which surely must have been the thing that had provoked the terrible wrath of Allah. And yet the greatest irony of all was that the Virus that Saddam Hussein had meant to use against his enemies in the end was too indiscriminate to spare either saint or madman, and it was not even truly his creation in the first place but rather the product of an obscure Bioengineer who worked upon his payroll yet had his own personal agenda... "There he is," Jasmine said as she passed along the file to Yuki once they were in a secure government statehouse, "His name was Gregorio Chezlovski, originally a Slav from the Ukraine area, though he is reputed to be part Croat on his mother's side. Old story, really, how he grew up a ward of the state, proved his brilliance many times over, got into the prestigious University of Moscow thanks to the patronage of a Party member, graduated top of his class, was co- opted into the Russian Bioweapons program, then was assigned to Baghdad during a cooperative phase in the Iraq-Soviet military partnership, whereupon Hussein tapped him to head a special project designed to create the ultimate terror weapon." "The Lilith strain," Yuki replied as she studied the files carefully, mentally converting the Russian Cyrillic into Japanese characters within her head, "The source of all nightmares." "As they say in the West, you got it, baby," Jasmine nodded, "The Lilith Strain...sounds like the title for some damned American-made movie. Chezlovski stumbled upon it almost by accident when attempting to study some meteor fragments taken from core samples in Antarctica. Terribly nightmarish stuff that...grafting a long-extinct DNA strand to something as lethal as the Ebola virus...and where did the virus originally come from? Who knows! The samples were roughly a million years old, which is older than Homo Sapiens, so maybe some aliens carried it with them when they paid a visit to our planet." "Fascinating," Yuki marveled as she studied the brochure attachments to the folder, "And strange...it's almost as if this thing were gene-tailored to wipe our men and spare women a long time before it ever got to Saddam's labs. But what exactly was the Wacky Iraqi up to commissioning a thing like this, or did he have any idea what sort of wildfire he was playing with?" "In a word?" Jasmine smiled, "Doubtful. But we believe his motivation was the rather simple-minded concept of spreading the disease over a population center and letting it wipe out the men while his forces stood back and cheered from the sidelines. In a few days the Virus would burn itself out as all the carriers would be dead...all save their women, whom naturally would be collected up as property of the state, to be disposed of at the discretion of the victors." "Nice guy," Yuki winced, "Hope he's burning down the lower chimney flutes of Hell by now..." "I would not wager money against that concept," Jasmine noted, "Of course, whatever his intentions were, it would seem that Gregorio had a different set of ideas altogether. It seems that the man, for all his genius, was carrying a crushing weight that tainted his logic and may have driven him into a clinical state of depression. His wife of some twenty-odd years died shortly after being admitted to a state run hospital with an acute appendicitis. It was operable but the hospital staff made her wait in a lobby somewhere while they fiddled around with the paperwork...something about being short-handed that evening and having to assign priorities to special cases. She, it seems, was not deemed important enough because she was only a woman, while a man who was the son of a Party Chief was admitted in her place to have an abscessed ingrown toenail examined. Gregorio...did not take the matter very well, I fear..." "Yeesh!" Yuki winced, "I can't imagine why. Nice system those Soviets used to have, no wonder they went belly up long before the Virus even hit them." "Yes, but about the same time Gregorio thought he saw his chance for vengeance get delivered to him on a literal platter. His Handlers and political bosses were tied up with internal matters, leaving supervision over his actual research in the hands of untrained and incompetent underlings who did not have a clue to what he was up to until he had finished perfecting his Lilith virus. Whether he arranged for the so-called 'accident' or it really did occur as a safety failure, it broke out in the laboratory and was not found out until right after people started getting sick and were dying in great numbers, including Gregorio, who no doubt went to his grave with a smile, knowing he would have company thanks to his post-humous act of vengeance." "So he's the guy we have to thank," Yuki stared at a rather undistinguished photograph of a man of moderate build and sedentary features who wore thick horn-rimmed glasses and seemed notable only for his complete lack of anything noteworthy about him. And still and all...he was a man...and at the mere sight of a male member of the now-absent portion of the human race Yuki began to feel somewhat...nostalgic, if not outright titillated. Whether homely or studly, a man was still a man, and all men had their uses, provided you knew how to get them in the right mood for some hanky panky... "He is the one," Jasmine agreed, "An act of madness, rashness, or the will of the goddess of fortune, you can take your pick. All that is know now is that Gregorio's creation, the Lilith virus, is with us now for better or for ill, and the human race has gradually learned to adapt to the changes it imposes. Fifteen years later and we are still reacting to those consequences, especially with the intensified effort to preserve the human race from the brink of inevitable extinction. Unfortunately there are some who---good intentions aside---oppose these efforts as unnatural and a violation of divine sanction..." Yuki glanced sharply at her counterpart, "You're talking the Eve Liberation Society, aren't you?" "Among such other like-minded groups who oppose the restoration of men to the gene pool," Jasmine replied, "Understand, for those of us in the Orient the outbreak of the Lilith virus was more devastating than a Westerner---or even you from Japan---could possibly imagine..." "Oh, I think I can imagine it pretty well, thank you," Yuki's mouth quirked at the irony of the statement, "Japan was pretty male-dominant itself in the pre- wasting era..." "But not so severely as with us," Jasmine insisted, "Men ruled over every aspect of our lives, treating us like chattel if not outright like children, and telling us it was for our own good that we were restricted to our homes and had to cover our bodies whenever we walked outside in a public place...oh yes, and that we could never go anywhere without having a male relative present. We could not own property because we were property, and we were forbidden to work, to develop job skills and learn how to be self-reliant like those American and European we used to watch all the time from the privacy of our television sets. Imagine...Baywatch used to be the favorite program for us as well as the men because the women had such freedom as we could never dream about for ourselves. To find boyfriends, to go on dates, to be trusted to act competently in positions of authority, to have the respect of our men, to be able to do things for ourselves without having to ask a man for permission. You have no idea how boring life used to be for us before the Virus toppled the hierarchy and forced the men to rely upon us for basic subsistence." "I'm sorry," Yuki said honestly, "I'd almost forgotten that things used to be like that around here." "Quite understandable, given the changes that we implemented to make allowances for what the Virus imposed upon our behavior," Jasmine quirked a smile back at the pink-haired Japanese woman, "Know that I do grieve for the loss of our men, but I am not sorry that we now have a more equitable society where women are allowed to grow and think for ourselves without having the religious police always beating us like harlots. To think that an agency that used to call itself the 'Ministry for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice' could at one time have had such power over our lives..." she shook her head in silent wonder. Yuki quirked another smile at the lovely Arab girl and said, "So what did the Ministry for the Promotion of Lice have to say for itself when its own members started dying in great numbers?" "What could they say?" Jasmine shrugged, "That they were wrong, that God did not want us to act with such brutality towards one another? That punishing human beings for imagined moral slights was cruel and excessive in the eyes of someone who looked down upon us from up above? That fourteen hundred years of cruel oppression would earn the wrath of somebody if steps were not taken to moderate the behavior of the fanatics? Obviously they could admit to none of these things, even when their own mullahs started dying they still claimed it was all a plot by the West to destroy Islam, egged on by a Jewish conspiracy no less. I mean, did they think the rest of us were blind idiots that we could not help but see that this was a problem affecting the entire world and not just Islamic society? That American men were dying as well as Europeans, Africans AND Israelis...?" She sighed and glanced out the terraced window of the adobe brick motel room, "Our men were such children, and they thought we were worse than children, and in many ways we were. After all, we were all victims of a collective mindset that resolutely refused to see wrong as being anything but a foreign import. The deep flaws that we ignored in our own society erupted to the surface with a vengeance once the men in power became too weak to hold it all together, and then those of us not taken over by a fit of lust and madness awoke to the dangers that we were all facing as a people. Compromise and change were forced upon us by the simple needs of basic survival, and if we had not acted to take over the reins and force these changes into law we would have suffered a true calamity of unimaginable dimensions..." "I thought you did," Yuki pointed out, "I remember the calls for foreign aid and emergency relief, and even though Western societies were hurting with the rest they still managed to get enough food and essential materials to you guys to stave off a total collapse..." "Yes, and we are grateful for that, I assure you," Jasmine nodded, "Even more so for the technical assistance and retraining that Western and Japanese advisors provided to help us regain some nominal semblance of independence and self- reliance going. These days it is difficult to remember terrible those times were...we are all so confused and still trying to make sense of the lesson that the gods appeared to have been teaching us in those awful times. It amazes those of us who lived through the transition how much of a radical shift the Virus imposed upon Saudi Arabian society, when now we are ruled by a Queen and not a King and our neighbors are similarly just like us under their veils, all sisters of Sarah and Hagar, judged worthy to inherit a world that men so poorly governed." "You really believe that?" Yuki asked, "That it was God's will that all this happened?" "These days it is a little hard to know what to believe in anymore," Jasmine shrugged, "You get raised believing that Allah is a man and that he made the world for men to live in, and that women were just an afterthought, and then a thing like this happens...well, you can see how it might make some people a little loopy. In truth the death of all men does appear to fit the profile of an act of divine retribution, so I suppose some might be excused for thinking that have no men around anymore is a good thing. Me? I can still remember those times when my husband could show great kindness and tenderness to me, and those other times when he would give me the back of his hand for what he considered my foolish behavior. I have six brothers who all died from the plague while of my three surviving sisters, one was murdered by her own cousin for daring to show disrespect towards him before others. Naturally he was never convicted, but he now serves a sentence in Sheol like the rest of the brutal men who went before him." "That's rough," Yuki sympathized, "I remember my own husband, when he was still around, used to alternately charm me and drive me crazy on alternate Tuesdays. I often ask myself why it was I chose to marry him instead of someone much more stable, but I guess I was just a young and impressionable kid in those days who didn't know any better...but there were times, I swear, when I wanted to kill the bastard myself, and I probably eventually would have...if the Virus hadn't done the job for me." Almost unconsciously she reached into her coat pocket and pulled an object out that she began to flip on a string, sending it out several meters distance before reeling it back again, over and over, almost like a nervous fetish. "What is that?" Jasmine asked with curiosity. Yuki halted what she was doing and snatched the object back before displaying it, "Sorry. It's a yo-yo. I sometimes like to play with it when I get agitated..." "Fascinating," Jasmine marveled, "A child's toy is your favorite pet hobby?" Yuki just smiled at that then whipped her hand out and sent the yo-yo hurtling across the room with such force that it shattered an ornamental vase before reeling back on a string and returning to its mistress. "Hardly a child's toy, wouldn't you say?" Yuki flashed the side of the yo-yo and revealed a hidden badge concealed within it, "My family has a martial arts system based entirely upon using one of these as a deadly weapon, and it's made of compound ceramic material that gives it a hardness like steel, while the string itself is nearly unbreakable. I've taught my daughter how to use one and damned if she isn't even better at it than I am." "You have a daughter?" Jasmine asked with interest. "Don't I look old enough?" Yuki wryly smirked at her counterpart, "Saki's a real chip off the old block, though sometimes I see a lot of her father in her...the better parts, thankfully. She's got a live-in girlfriend named Junko who's an artist, and a very good one if I do say so myself. They're both still in high school and doing pretty well the last I checked in on the matter." "I see," Jasmine smiled, "Something else that we have in common. My own daughter, Tara, is around sixteen or so and has no memory of what was like when she still had a father. Younger people seem to have adapted quite well to a world where men are a fading memory, it seems, which is why the thought of bringing men back into the gene pool terrifies some of both older and younger generations, almost as if we were proposing to re-impose the draconian rules of the Wahhabi sect all over." "Yeah, I can see how that might upset a lot of people," Yuki noted as she started flipping the yo-yo back and forth, making it do all kinds of elaborate maneuvers that she noticed was fascinating her Arab associate, which encouraged her to be even more...experimental. "Yes, but we both know that without gene research the human race is doomed to extinction," Jasmine continued while her eyes were faintly mesmerized by the sight of the yo-yo, "The Virus left us with perfect health and an ability to recover from injury that makes our projected lifespan almost unheard of. It is theoretically possible that a woman born before or during the plague can life for a thousand years without showing signs of severe aging, and our bodies are in optimal good shape with obesity a thing of the past and death from natural causes all but unheard of. Only severe trauma due to injury can kill us, so the two-point-eight billion people now alive in the world can look forward to a very long and productive career before our numbers die off to any substantial measure..." "But the cost is that only a few of us get to be mothers," Yuki noted, fully understanding Jasmine's cautionary warning, "And with a very slow birthrate the risk of widespread death through natural disasters and-or other probable causes makes every death a traumatic event for the human race, and thus the reason why the laws against human cloning were rescinded." "Indeed," Jasmine nodded, "And not just cloning...recombinant DNA research has allowed mothers to become fathers to the children of their wives and girlfriends, so upon demand any woman who meets the compatibility standards can theoretically become a mother...or a Fama, a term I find most amusingly appropriate. Of course, when combining the DNA of two women together you can only produce female offspring..." "Which is why some groups are trying to retroactively combine a stable Y- chromosome to create a man who won't be killed off by the Virus," Saki concluded for her companion, "And if this research succeeds then men can be brought back and women can have sons upon request using the sperm of lab-created donors." "Unless, of course, the Evists say otherwise," Jasmine explained, "They are a well organized secret society of militant feminists who remember what the world of Men was like with bitterness and contempt. They do not want men restored to the gene pool and are even willing to kill in order to satisfy their basic aims. In their view the decimation of the male population was a judgement by the Mother Goddess for the many sins which men had imposed upon the world, and good riddance to such rubbish. Of course, as Terrorists go, they're not quite as bad as the old Anti-Israeli coalitions that used to exist in the bad old days..." "So I've heard," Yuki noted, "They bomb research clinics but only do so after calling and warning everyone of the time and place where the bombs will go off, and never on schooldays or during PTA meetings, or something like that. Almost civilized when you get down to it..." "Not as bloodthirsty as they might be if they were less...maternal in their inclinations," Jasmine passed along a second file to Yuki, who picked it up and glanced at the first page, only to whistle in appreciation. "Ah, you see? I thought this file would get your attention..." "Gregorio had a daughter?" Yuki's pink eyebrows climbed that much nearer to her hairline, "Chezlovski Umina, age thirty-seven...said to be every bit as brilliant as her father..." she looked sharply over at Jasmine and said, "You mean...she's the suspected head of a terrorist Network?" "Calling herself Doctor Lilith no less," Jasmine replied, "In honor of her father's creation." "Gee, with a name like Chezlovski, I can't imagine why she'd want to change it," Yuki mused as she continued to study the picture of a young woman whom the file claimed should have been in her early thirties, yet thanks to the Lilith virus was as young-seeming as either Yuki or Jasmine. "We believe that the Evists are but one branch of a much larger organization of like-minded extremists who collectively go by the colorful name of Hydra," Jasmine revealed, "Other branches include the Daughters of Belitis, the Sapphic Underground and the Warriors for a Greener Planet..." "Also known by some as the Holy Mothers of Mayhem," Yuki set the file down and started to think it over, "You know...if you're right, then this could mean a lot of trouble for both of us. Japan's a leading partner in the International Genome Research Fund..." "Which makes the possible threat of these organizations to Japan of immediate interest to your Tanaka organization," Jasmine concluded, "And thus the reason why our superiors have arranged for this meeting so that we might...exchange something more than phone addresses." Yuki leered at that, "And here I was just hoping that you were starting to warm up to my rakish charms and natural good looks...and I still feel like ripping that sheet off of you even if it does cut down on your pheromone output." "All things in their good time, Efendi," Jasmine replied, "I wanted us to get business out of the way before going on to...other mutually beneficial pursuits." Yuki just grinned at that and then said, "So what are we waiting for? We did the business, now let's get down to business." Jasmine chuckled and said, "You Japanese are so impatient to screw. Whatever happened to good old-fashioned romance? I was thinking we could start a bubble bath up first, and one nice feature of my government-paid expense account is that I can command such luxuries when it suits me. Nice to know that our oil money really is worth something." She got up out of her chair and started to head towards the background when Yuki sent her yo-yo hurtling out and wrapped it around the Arab girl's waist, yanking it back and bringing Jasmine tumbling into her lap with a yelp of astonishment, the moreso when she found herself looking up into the greenish eyes of the pink- haired Japanese woman. "I'm all for sharing a bath with a pretty face," Yuki leered, "But like you say, we Japanese have a thing about waiting." Jasmine smiled back up at her and said, "If my husband or brothers were alive right now they would burst down the door and murder us both for daring to think such wicked and immoral thoughts..." "Lucky for us both that they're all dead, huh?" Yuki replied. "My point exactly," Jasmine replied, who offered not the least token resistance as they brought their mouths together and the Japanese woman started sliding a hand up under her white garment... NERIMA, JAPAN---ALSO IN THE PRESENT! Akane clenched the side of the furo and struggled hard not to scream even as Kodachi ate her out with free and total abandon. It was all that the youngest member of the Tendo household could do to brace herself as she exploded with a clenching thrust that sent hot juices streaming from her loins into the mouth of her pony-tailed tormentor, and still Akane knew that no relief was in sight as the Black Rose continued to ravage her, driving her over the edge within moments for another intense whammy, the fifth that she had felt in just under twenty minutes. Kodachi was in blissful heaven as she delved her tongue into the sweet snatch of the girl whom she coveted before any other, the sounds of Akane groaning coming like sweet music to her ears as she swirled her tongue around and sought out every drop of sweetened nectar. For a diminutive thing Akane had a volume that never failed to impress the amorous Black Rose and every time she had the other girl at her sweet, tender mercies it was more of a challenge to see how many times she could bring her off than any real suspenseful question of whether or not she could get the other girl securely within her clutches. Oh, Akane might protest a bit and squirm around and attempt to persuade Kodachi that she was really interested in looking elsewhere, but Kodachi knew better than to take such denials at face value. Akane surely relished the moments when they were together like this because she never failed to surrender her body to Kodachi's tender mercies for all that she might play hard to get on other occasions. At times such as these it was really hard on Akane to be "just friends" with the stunning gymnast, but they had grown up together and had known each other since early childhood. When both of them came of age they had naturally tried "experimenting" together, but ultimately Kodachi seemed to settle upon Nabiki, her older sister, and that freed Akane to pursue her deepening ties with Yuka and Sayuri. But when Nabiki and Kodachi broke it off, however, the Black Rose had returned to her former lover with a vengeance, and now it was all that Akane could do to avoid having constant assignations with the heir to the Kuno fortune. Kodachi just would not take no for an answer...and she was so damned pushy...and persuasive...that almost against her will Akane kept finding herself in the clench with her slightly demented former girlfriend. And Kodachi was a very obsessive lover, doing everything she knew how to devote her energies towards pleasuring Akane and "convincing" her that the two of them were perfectly "made for one another." Kodachi was so sweetly insistent on having her way in such affairs that Akane had gotten almost used to the idea of being constantly ambushed from concealment and winding up with a pair of hands fondling her from behind and taking charge of her body at any odd moment. It was not exactly as if Kodachi repelled her, after all, and she still found much that she admired of the wand-slender beauty of the Gymnast, and without question Kodachi was one of the most skilled lovers whom Akane had ever previously had, but still... Still and all she wanted to be "faithful" to Yuka and Sayuri. It bothered her that Akane could not seem to keep that vow for all the troubles she went through, the more so since she was starting to wonder if she actually LIKED having Kodachi drop in and surprise her. Bad enough that Akane could not even keep the hands of her two older sisters off her hot little body, but if even her former best friend felt this much at liberty to screw her at Kodachi's leisure... And since when had the mere act of taking a hot bath become such a dirty occupation? "K-K-Kodachi...!" Akane tried once again to make her friend see reason. "Oho?" Kodachi let up on her cunnalingus to smile eagerly at her with a patented "Cat ate the Cream" expression, "You want to take turns already? Very well, I am more than ready for you, my darling, and do eat well. After all, I want my pets to have a well balanced diet." "But...!" Akane tried to argue when she found herself being drawn back into the furo and into the arms of Kodachi, who planted a warm kiss on her mouth, mashing tongues together to allow Akane to taste her own sweetness...and for a moment Akane lost herself to that kiss even as her hands treasonously obeyed a will of her own and she automatically started groping the Black Rose's breasts while Kodachi fondled her in kind and Akane found herself relishing the feeling of those "C-cup" sized mounds even as they flicked their nipples against one another. For a moment she let envy and desire take hold, wishing that her own perky breasts were this full and substantial, but so far they had not filled in as much as with either of her sisters, both of whom were "C-cup and above" with Kasumi definitely being the heavier of the two of them with breasts that begged to be suckled, just as the rest of Kasumi seemed perfectly made for loving... But then Kodachi eased back and lifted herself up onto the edge of the furo, parting her thighs while using her feet to brace herself along that edge while she took Akane in firm grasp by her long black hair and drew her in so that Akane found her mouth pressing up against the velvety lips of the Black Rose's snatch, with the clear invitation to "go to town" upon Kodachi the way she had been doing to Akane for the past twenty minutes. It was the moment of truth and Akane knew it. If there were ever a point where she could object and tell Kodachi to call a halt to things, this was it. She hesitated, knowing that to give in now would be a real betrayal of Yuka and Sayuri...and yet...and yet the hunger was very much aroused within her, and while her mind debated the point her mouth decided the issue by parting her lips and sticking her tongue out and...flicking it over the throbbing nub that was Kodachi's hot little love button. Kodachi sighed as she felt wet tongue caress her clitoris, and then Akane was committed, almost working on automatic pilot as her mouth performed a task that it was well trained to execute, slicing up and down the pink cleft of Kodachi's loins before pressing its way into the cleft and swirling around a bit in search of Black Rose honey. Kodachi obviously delighted in the sensations of tongue- penetration and gave voice to approving groans as she held Akane by her hair and kept her face firmly pressed to the "grind-stone," and it was all Akane could do to avoid drowning in the jism that soon shot loose from the other girl's depths as Kodachi finally was permitted the release she sought with such deep ardor. Kodachi gave vent to a cry that surely would have been noticed elsewhere in the house were it not that everyone else was busy screwing somebody else at the moment and could not spare the attention, and Akane felt a perverse thrill of pride in knowing she had brought another girl off in such a manner... Not that it took much to satisfy Kodachi at this point, of course, since the Black Rose had been pretty much on the edge from the moment she started her surprise sexual assault upon Akane. However, knowing that Kodachi would be momentarily at ease with post-coital bliss gave Akane the edge she needed to lift her head from what she had been doing and get a word in edge-wise, "Kodachi..." "Don't stop now, my beloved!" Kodachi pleaded with a flushed and happy expression, "We've only just started to get batter acquainted..." "Kodachi," Akane sat up in the bed and compelled the other girl to look her seriously in the eyes, "We have to talk. There's...something you should know..." "Oh?" Kodachi eased herself back into the furo and moved her arms around Akane's waist as she snuggled in close with their breasts and bodies pressed up against one another, "Is this a serious conversation, or the kind where I should get down and offer you a nipple ring?" For a moment Akane just blinked, "A...nipple...?" "It's the latest fashion for couples who are getting engaged to one another," Kodachi explained, "I think the Americans started it, although with some couples they prefer to place the ring a bit lower than on the nipple. It's an open declaration of intention expressing that you belong to me and no one else I..." "But...Kodachi!" Akane gave a slight yelp of panic as she felt the gymnast press her loins up against her own, mashing pussies and clits together below the level of the water. "I know that I burn with the desire to make you mine completely," Kodachi continued, forcing Akane up against the wide of the furo so that she could not wiggle away as the Black Rose continued to grind their pelvises together, "And you needn't worry, the process of piercing doesn't hurt that much, and a professional will not damage any nerve cells, so you'll continue to feel stimulation and won't in the least bit be diminished in your ability to lactate...so what do you say, my darling? Do you want to get married?" For a moment Akane felt her world spin around in her head as those words (and the effect of Kodachi's pelvic motions) caused her to lose track of what she had been about to declare, and in truth the offer quite literally took her breath away since the last thing Akane was expecting at this stage of her life was to get engaged to another teenager. After all, they were still young and had yet to finish high school, and why in the world did the thought of marrying Kodachi make her pulse race so unexpectedly? In truth she did find Kodachi...more than a bit fun to be around, and there was no question that she both liked her and enjoyed her sexually...and Kodachi was fabulously loaded...so why did she hesitate? There was something else that she was trying to remember that was being drowned out by all this heady sex and the aroma of the other girl's firmly toned body... Almost with a start Akane recalled her other commitments, "Yuka...Sayuri...!" "Oh yes, your cute little friends," Kodachi gave her lover a predatory leer, "You like them enough that you want them to remain a part of your life? No problem for me! Although I burn at the mere thought of having to share you with anyone, my dearest Akane, my love for you is such that I will gladly permit them to remain a part of both our lives. I'm sure they can be convinced to move into the mansion with us so that the four of us can be quite cozy together..." With crystal clarity Akane suddenly remembered exactly why she had resisted the urge to declare Kodachi as her lover when they first started experimenting together. The Black Rose was both obsessive and compulsive, and she tended to be a bit on the domineering and possessive side. Moving in with her would be an experience to remember, all right, but one she'd be compelled to stay with like a pampered pet, not even allowed outside the mansion without escort. As much as she genuinely liked Kodachi, the thought of being owned by her was definitely NOT on Akane's itinerary at this stage of her existence. Maybe after she graduated she would consider it, but not before she had at least gotten a diploma and would have the option of attending a university somewhere. No sense ruining her chances at a future career just to indulge the whims of a pampered princess who wanted to collect Akane like some fine porcelain for her boudoir. Akane would have to be a lot more firmly convinced of Kodachi's sincerity before she would allow herself (let alone Yuka and Sayuri) to get drawn into the gilded cages that the Black Rose doubtlessly would provide for their upkeep. And so, on the spur of the moment and without conscious thought of what she was saying, she said the words that she hoped might at least cut through Kodachi's cozy fantasies about her, "I'm already engaged!" She felt Kodachi stiffen a bit at this, but then her friend asked, "To Yuka? Or Sayuri?" "Ah...neither one," Akane knew that she had just committed a tactical mistake, but knowing how Kodachi might vent her wrath against her two lovers made her switch to the first alternative that popped into her mind, "He says his name is Saotome Ranma!" Kodachi blinked, "She? Her name is...?" "Um...no...his," Akane lamely amended, "It's...complicated, but...well, there's this arrangement that was...kind of set up by our mothers..." "To engage you...to some hermaphrodite?" Kodachi visibly bridled, "What did this deal entail, that you should bear the offspring of this...She-male???" "Er...well...that was kind of the point, but..." Akane faltered, wondering if she had just said a bit more than she had intended. In truth Kodachi actually looked quite...scary as she let Akane go and seemed to all but glow with a smoldering wrath, her violet colored eyes flashing dangerously as she imagined the implications of this unexpected revelation that someone had put their mark upon Akane before she had been able to stake her claim in a decisive, no-nonsense manner. "NEVER!" Kodachi declared heatedly, "I can never permit this...this travesty! Who would dare attempt to turn you into a breeding sow for their get when that privilege should belong solely to me? Whoever has dared to put such a mark upon you has made an implacable enemy this day, and I shall not rest until I see the miscreant punished! For daring to think that she could impregnate you she deserves cold steel! I will castrate her for this outrage, mark me well, or my name is not Kuno Kodachi!" With that she all but jumped out of the furo and reached for a towel to wrap around her long black hair, not even bothering to dry herself off as she headed out into the hallway, heedless of the total absence of any clothing. Akane sat where she was in the furo, blinking her eyes and attempting to make sense of that declaration, when all at once it dawned on her the threat Kodachi was intending, and all at once she shivered with fear for her family and sisters. "What have I done?" she gasped, and at once she jumped out of the furo, grabbed a second towel to wrap around her own hair before following Kodachi's hasty example in exiting---dripping wet---into the hallway in pursuit of her deranged would-be suitor... Ranma was totally amazed at something that he would never have anticipated given the behavior of his amorous suitors: when he had asked them to give him a moment to catch his breath before continuing with their "play-time" his request was actually RESPECTED, and his three fiancées agreed to allow him time to get his second (or was that fourth?) wind back. They actually left him alone to recover his strength after accepting the idea that---as a man---he lacked the stamina and resilience of his female self. And besides, they had run out of hot water and would have to heat some up before they could do the "bait-and-switch" routine of changing him to his female half so that he could almost instantly recover his stamina by double-switching from male to female and back to male again, as they had done for him three times now standing. Instead they turned the remainder of their sexual energies upon each other, giving him a good "floor show" as he lay back and watched them tenderly and mercilessly go at it hot and heavy. Besides, Ukyo and Shampoo felt that they owed it to their new "sister" to welcome Nabiki in style with some good old fashioned no-holds-barred screwing, to which the middle Tendo child had no objections whatsoever. If anything Nabiki seemed to be delighting in all the attention that the other two girls were lavishing upon her, and the more that Ukyo and Shampoo fondled, licked, stroked and caressed her body the more Nabiki groaned and moaned with exquisitely delightful approval. Nabiki was long and lean in lots of supple places, but she had all the right curves to be a first-class bed-mate, and she really liked it when these other two honeys were suckling her breasts, each girl taking a nipple firmly in her mouth and drawing as much breast-meat in as they could manage. It was obviously an experience that Nabiki openly savored, and just watching the two girls "milk" the third was enough to convince Ranma that it was a very good thing too. If anything he even felt a bit envious since he knew perfectly well what it felt like to have a pair of girls suckling on his breasts when he was a woman. Even as they "milked" Nabiki, Shampoo and Ukyo continued to ply their fingers to the other girl's snatch, toying with the soft pink flesh down there before alternately sliding a finger in deep to test her depths and coming away with sticky juices coating those fingers for their troubles. It truly was a competition between them to see which girl could do the most mischief down there to their altogether willing "victim," and as they continued to pleasure her in this manner, Nabiki slyly responded by moving her hands around to cup the rounded bottoms of both of her tormentors before finding her way to insert a finger into each of their vaginas. Just watching this was tonic enough that Ranma felt his manhood springing back to life, his fatigue forgotten as he watched and drooled with a desire to join back in on the fun, especially since he had three such voluptuous beauties who were willing to play with him to his hearts content. Each girl presented a different challenge, a different set of qualities, and their own distinctive temptations that he was only just beginning to appreciate the more he got to know them on the most intimate of levels. There was Ukyo, his childhood friend and longtime companion, the first girl to ever screw Ranma in her female guise when the both of them went through the traumas of puberty together. Solid, reliable, always there when you needed her Ucchan, his best friend in all the world and the person whom Ranma most trusted after his own mother. How strange it was to do Ukyo with the equipment of a man instead of the endowments of a woman, the strange mystery of what happened when he sank his dick into her loins and watched her "swallow him" completely. The thought of plunging his randy "plug" up into her tight little ass was overpowering, like a sense of gaining a new advantage over her through the study of a whole new martial arts technique. He and Ukyo had always delighted in the game of attempting to see which of them could become the better fighter, with the victor being granted the right to do whatever she wanted with the body of the vanquished, a game that Ranma was happy to say that she had lost as often as he had won...not that there was much of a difference to either outcome. Either way she still got to have a nice post-sparring love match with his darling Ucchan. But now...the thought of conquering her as a guy held an entirely different sense of accomplishment, as the way Ukyo gleefully surrendered to having him plant his "thing" in her loins only made the sense of victory that much sweeter to enjoy. It might be true that she could outlast him in a straight sex encounter but while he was able to pop he definitely had the edge on his side, and when Ukyo wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him to pump her he felt more than driven to give her the best hump she had ever gotten from any of her numerous lovers. And the feeling of having a cock as it slid in and out through the walls of her vagina was like nothing else that he could imagine! This definitely beat those strap-ons that his mother encouraged him to practice with while taking turns riding and being ridden by Ucchan in practice. The feeling of flesh on flesh and the warmth of her moist depths gave him an indescribable thrill that he could not hope to place in mere words, and Ukyo surely had giving him her heartfelt approval the last three times he had explored her with his manhood. And that Shampoo...what an indescribably wet pussy she had! Eating her out had been a delight, but plunging his manhood inside of her...that took him to new levels of fun that he could not even begin to categorize. Her body was a perfect blend of softness and steel, of hardened muscle beneath a creamy smooth packaging that begged to be licked and caressed. Now she was definitely one hot babe and one heck of a lover, and he had enjoyed rubbing his face between her fulsome breasts and savoring the sweet scent of her body in full arousal. When she had playfully taken his cock and mashed it between her breasts before licking the head...that had been pure heaven! She was like velvet and silk, tawny steel and suppleness personified, and she was a delight to embrace in every other sense of the word. In fact, just about everything about this purple haired Amazon girl was warmly appealing, and even if Ranma had not discovered his male attributes he would still have savored making out with her in a girl- to-girl tussle. Just now it was Nabiki who was receiving the bounty of both wanton beauties, and what a delightful package she was to savor, whip-thin yet curvy with long and slender legs that were a joy to sample, and the economical way in which she could cut to the chase while making love and get you fired up to eat her out then take her down and straddle her for a ride that he would long remember...oh yes! All three girls were something else entirely, and all three now belonged to him as his delightful fiancées. Oh yes, he smiled as he watched the floor show move into a new level of arousal as Ukyo and Shampoo formed a "Nabiki Sandwich" and gave the short haired girl the benefit of their mutual experience in girl-to-girl pleasure. Ranma was definitely starting to warm up to the idea of spending more time with these girls, now that the shock and dismay had at last worn off, leaving him in a more positive frame of mind to appreciate what being a man was around these beautiful women. Maybe his mother was right after all, maybe this was all for the best, and maybe he could get used to having the girls climbing all over him both day and night, even at the price of periodic exhaustion. As long as he could switch back and forth between sexes to recharge his batteries...well, the possibilities most definitely intrigued him. Hmm...of course there was also Kasumi to consider, and she was definitely another prize of the Tendo household, but at the moment she was upstairs screwing with some other girls, and Ranma did not feel inclined to intrude on that, so he just smiled and thought warmly of the older Tendo girl and the various positive attributes that he was looking forward to claiming again the next time they could get together. It had felt so right when he had mounted her that last time...like his cock fit into a really nice groove and she could ride him gently like she was rocking on a wooden pony. Oh yes, that girl was definitely a hotie, and there was no question that he would have to give her another session with his "Mr. Happy," just as soon as he could arrange it. Just thinking of her now made his already rock-hard dick feel almost ready to explode again, but if he shot hot jism now his seed would be spoiled, and Ranma knew that would be a selfish waste as his semen now belonged to these ladies for impregnation... Ranma sat up with a jolt as that thought occurred to him. Impregnation? Was he serious? Did he really feel that deep a commitment with these girls that he would be willing to make a baby with each one of them? Was his mother's plan really that great an idea, considering that they were all sixteen (or seventeen in the case of Nabiki, and nineteen for Kasumi) and had yet to fully graduate? What kind of a life could they make for each other at this age, and was he really prepared---both emotionally and financially---to handle the responsibilities of being a father to not one but possibly all four major girlfriends? He was just starting to think about that when a commotion down the hallway drew his attention, and with a start Ranma saw a strange naked girl with a long black pony tail burst into the room flashing a katana, her face full of wrath as he looked around wildly and cried, "Where is she? I'll skin her myself, I'll...!" Ranma did not know who the madwoman was, but the threat she posed was obvious, so he let off stroking his "pony" and got to his feet in a fighting position. There were various techniques you could use to disarm a sword-wielding opponent, after all, and he was expert at all of the ones his sword-favoring mother could teach him, so he stood at the ready to defend the girls of his "harem," unwilling to allow a stranger to threaten them while he was still in reasonably firm position. "What the hell do you want, lady?" he demanded, using a forceful tone to make sure he had her attention. Her violet eyes sought him out and flashed with righteous indignation, "You---!" but then her eyes went down the length of his body from his broad shoulders and flat, hard, muscular chest, then even lower to spy the stiffening cock that hung between his legs, and her anger became an astonished, "You...?" "Yeah?" Ranma challenged, resisting the inexplicable urge to cover himself with his hands, "What about me?" "You...you...you...are...a...a...?" she hopelessly stammered. "A guy?" Ranma asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he added, "Yeah...what about it?" "But...men are...no more...?" she turned the statement into an open question. "So?" Ranma shrugged his shoulders, "I'm the exception." With effort the strange girl forced herself to assume a hardened tone as he pried her eyes away from his cock and said, "I am looking for some miscreant of a Hermaphrodite who has dared to lay claim to my one and only betrothed!" "Don't know anybody like that here," Ranma shrugged again, "I don't know either you or anything about your betrothed." "Do not lie to me," the strange girl wavered a bit as though having trouble keeping her sword in a threatening position, "I am looking to find one Saotome Ranma...I am going to remove her head...both of them...for daring to claim my darling..." "Kodachi!" Akane yelled as she caught up at last with the other girl, "You don't understand, I'm not...!" All at once Nabiki on the floor looked up and said, "Kodachi? What are you doing here...and what's with the katana?" "I..."with an effort Kodachi tried to get her mind back in focus, "I am looking for..." "Saotome Ranma?" Ranma replied, "I'm him, but I don't know what you're going on about. There's nothing between me and Akane." The sword wavered in her hands but Kodachi still managed to put fire into her tone, "Then what are you doing in the Tendo house...and...why are you a man? Men are supposed to be...extinct..." almost against her will her eyes went back down to his legs and the rock-solid hard-on he was still sporting. "I'm a guest," Ranma replied, "And as for what I'm doing here..." That was when Shampoo looked at Ukyo, and Ukyo smiled back at Shampoo, then as one the two of them moved together to tackle an unprepared Kodachi and wrench the sword out of her hands to be casually tossed aside as Kodachi went sprawling on the floor, to be rapidly wrestled down by both Chef and amorous Amazon. "Hello there, Sugar," Ukyo leered, "Allow us to introduce ourselves...we're Ranchan's fiancées." "Nihao," Shampoo purred, "You no want to be causing trouble for Airen, so why no we be friends and make nice-nice?" "Unhand me, you...harridans!" Kodachi protested, "I am here for my Akane and no one else...!" "Sounds to me like she needs convincing, doncha think, Shampoo-honey?" Ukyo asked of her purple haired fellow conspirator. "Is good to demonstrate and make nice first impression," Shampoo agreed, and at once they began applying their skills to the same end that they had formerly been applying to Nabiki. "Unhand me, you...you...oooohhh...that does feel nice..." Kodachi reluctantly conceded, writhing on the floor a bit as the skills of both girls were put to work stimulating her athletic body. "Oh well, when in Nerima," Nabiki grinned, "Hold up a minute, ladies...Kodachi's my friend, so let me show you how she likes to be screwed. I happen to be a real expert..." "N-N-no...oooh---oooooohhh!" Kodachi groaned softly as Nabiki joined in on the fun, taking one of the gymnast's long legs and going to work on it with fingers and lips that caressed and devoured her with soft yet insistent hunger, even as Ukyo was running her hands over the creamy inner thighs of the dark haired girl and Shampoo was testing the moistness of Kodachi's pussy. Ranma and Akane were left to stand and stare as the three girls took the forth girl firmly in hand and gradually "convinced" Kodachi to unwind a bit and place herself at their disposal. Ranma felt both deflated and aroused, yet his "flagpole" remained resolutely at attention, a fact which Akane belatedly took notice of, even as she winced a bit in perversely fascinated curiosity and disdain. "Mind...telling me what this was all about?" Ranma asked of the other girl, "Friend of yours?" "Uh...kind of," Akane shrugged, "By the way...would you mind covering that up? I mean...it...what the heck is that? It looks...kind of like a dildo..." "It's a cock," Ranma frowned, "Never seen one before?" "Only a glimpse in the showers when a Herm was suiting up," Akane frowned, "Is that what you've been putting into my sisters?" "Well...they haven't been complaining so far," Ranma insisted, "And why should it concern you?" "It doesn't," Akane replied, albeit a bit too quickly, "Just...point it in another direction, will you? It looks like it's about to go off or something." "You don't have to be around if you don't want---URK!" Ranma winced as a hand reached up and gripped him by the crotch. "Come here, Mister," Ukyo urged, "Let's introduce Mr. Happy to our new friend, why don't you?" Ranma obediently complied with the sweetly stated demand and sank to his knees even as Ukyo, Shampoo and Nabiki helped guide him towards Kodachi. Akane stared with wide-eyed amazement as her sister and the other girls presented Ranma's cock to Kodachi's face, and then the Black Rose almost involuntarily opened her mouth and gave him a lick. Ranma winced slightly even as the girls gave Kodachi a crash-course in felatio, even while Akane looked on and marveled at what sort of courage it would take for a man to trust his sausage in a woman's mouth like that, and why would any woman do that anyway? You could choke on a thing that huge, yet here Kodachi was drawing more and more of its length past her wide-parted lips and... With a wrenching effort Akane forced herself to look away, murmuring to herself as she did so, "Yuka and Sayuri...think Yuka and Sayuri...don't think about anything else...and Kami, I need to get laid by them and now!" With that thought in mind she headed for the phone in the hallway, intending to get in touch with her friends for an impromptu assignation, but in her somewhat frazzled state of mind she inadvertently dialed a fatefully wrong number, and with a start she found a stranger's voice speaking in her ear, "Hello, you have reached the Goddess Relief Office. A representative will be along to speak with you in but a moment." "Hah?" Akane blinked, only to give a yelp as a glowing light opened up in the ceiling and a shimmering shape descended from above in a swirl of rose pedals, taking form mere moments later in the form of a woman with curious facial markings. "Now then," she smiled at Akane's astonished expression, "We need to talk...do you have a minute, ma Cheri?" "Oh my..." Akane started to say before halting on the next word that came to mind, instead voicing the second thought that occurred to her with a start, "Mother...?" Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Celestial Visitations: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Will Akane get a wish or is there another purpose behind this crossover appearance? Can she put things back the way they were meant to be, or would that just void the entire purpose to their existence? Will any men besides Ranma ever appear within the pages of this series? Tune in another time for, "Peorth Takes A Holiday," or, "When You Lust Upon A Star!" Be there! 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.