The Ultimate Betrayal

A Ranma 1/2 lemon fanfiction by Ron Hino.

WARNING!  (Hear this a lot?)  The characters herein are the creations of an
absolutely brilliant woman by the name of Rumiko Takahashi, who would
probably have me castrated for writing this, so let's just keep it between
you and me, ne?

WARNING!  (Yes, another one. <yawn>)  This fic contains scenes (several of
them) of sexuality, nudity, and "boinking".  If you are under the age of
18-21 (depending on where you live) you already know you're being a naughty
little boy, so just don't get caught.  And for God's sake, if you draw
blood, take a few days off!  It'll still be there later, trust me.  ^_^

WARNING!  (You've probably skipped ahead by now.  I know I would've.)  The
sex in this fic is of a nature I'm not sure I would be comfortable reading,
and I'm *writing* it!  It involves incest and deception bordering on rape.
Two things this world could really stand to be without.  (Why *am* I writing
this anyway?)

One more thing: Genma's attitudes toward women do not reflect my own (he's a
pig more than he is a panda), so don't bother flaming me on them.

Anyway, on with it!
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The Ultimate Betrayal
A Ranma 1/2 lemon fanfiction by Ron Hino.
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The tale of Ranma 1/2 has been told hundreds of times, in hundreds of ways.
Pretty much every major character has fallen into a spring of drowned
opposite gender.  Ranma's gotten together with the entire female cast, and a
couple of times, with one of the guys.  In the more sordid tales (of which
this is one, by the way) Ranma has lain with every girl in the series
important enough to have a name, and most of the major male cast; in some
cases, all at once.  There has even been tales where Ranma has a sister
resembling his cursed form and does the nasty with her.  Another time, he
was abruptly dropped into an alternate universe and raped by an evil version
of himself.  That particular tale was more dramatic and dark than it was, as
the English might say, "a wanking story" as others were.

This one is somewhere between the two.

This tale begins farther back than most do.  It doesn't begin with three
daughters, a fiancé, and a table to the head.  It begins about three months
prior to that, with a scene you're probably familiar with, just as things
are getting weird for Ranma...
 

"Oh sirs!  What you doing!"

"I won't go easy on you, boy!"

"That's just the way I like it, old man!"

"Sirs!  You come down now, yes?  Very bad you fall in spriiing!"

Jump.  7 punches.  3 kicks.  Splash.  Panda.  Wh-what the hell is that?  Paw
swipe.  Splash.  Girl.  AAAAAHHH!

A familiar scene, I'm sure.  We'll leave it at that and move on several
hours to the new part of the story, the part where it begins to turn ugly.
 

Genma sat in front of the campfire, stirring coals with a stick, and
brooding about what was to be done.  His wife was going to kill him,
literally.  His best friend, whose daughter he had hoped to have married
Ranma to, would be horrified and probably refuse to speak to Genma ever
again for even suggesting that his daughter should marry a freak like
Genma's son had become.  Well, maybe Soun wouldn't take it quite that badly,
but he was pretty sure his wife would hold him to that damned pledge.  It
was such a shame too.  Up until now, Genma had been immensely proud of his
manly son, and looking forward to the day when he could take the boy home to
his mother to show her how well he'd done with him.

Genma looked over near the edge of the campsite, past the body of the guide
(who had been beaten unconscious earlier in the day, for the fiasco this
morning), to where Ranma was ringing out 'his' gi.  He'd soon be placing it
across the sticks stuck in the ground near the fire to dry beside his
father's.  Looking at the 'boy' standing there in just 'his' boxer shorts,
Genma silently cursed the ghost of the girl who had fallen into that pool.
She just *had* to possess a rather large set, didn't she?  There would be no
hiding the shape of *those* under a shirt.  Maybe they could tape them down,
like he heard cross-dressers sometimes did.  Genma looked closer.  They
looked to be very firm, not bouncing about too much when she moved.  So much
for that idea.  It probably wouldn't have worked anyway; his son... er...
daughter's face was very effeminate.  In fact she looked a lot like her
mother.  No way they were going home.

Genma sighed and returned to idly stirring the coals.  He'd also been
looking forward to sharing the delightful Nadoka's bed again.  It had been
far, far too long for Genma.  And now he would never soak his member in her
hot fluids, or hear her delightful cries again.  That damned spring had cost
him not only his manly son, but his wife as well!

Ranma came over and hung her gi, sitting down beside her father and staring
miserably into the flames, as her damp skin dried in the heat.  Her damned
nipples hurt!  She supposed that they were more sensitive now that they were
mounted on a pair of boobs, or maybe because they were now several inches
closer to the fire than they would be otherwise.  Probably the former, she
muttered silently.  Why did it have to be a girl!  She would have rather
been almost anything else.  A tiger, a bear, a mongoose... even being a
panda like her father would be better than this.  Genma was stronger now,
and strength was everything to a martial artist.  Ranma had already tested
his strength against that stupid guide.  She knew she was weaker than
before, though still pretty powerful.  That was small comfort.

Genma looked at his daughter.  She really did look a lot like Nadoka.  That
was a bad thing.  That meant every day, Genma would be staring at the face
of the wife he would never see again, never hold again, and never keep warm
at night again.  He was going to go insane.

"Is the hot water ready yet, Pop?"

"Do you hear the kettle whistling yet, boy?" Genma growled.  He panned his
eyes up and down the girl's half-naked form.  "Go to the guide's tent and
grab a shirt or something until it heats up."

"What for?"

"You've got tits now.  Cover the damned things up."

Ranma looked down at her chest in shame.  "I don't really want to look at
them either."  He said miserably as he went to get one of the guide's
shirts.

"Might as well roll that fat fuck-up into his tent while you're at it."
Genma growled.  Celibate, for the rest of his life...

Ranma reached down and grabbed the guide's collar on her way.  She tossed
him hard to the floor inside.  There was no way she was going to bother
unrolling his bedding.  The bastard could sleep on the hard ground tonight.
Rifling through his clothes she soon found one of his shirts.  It was huge
on her now petite frame, and would have been big on her even in her real
body.  She didn't even bother trying for pants.  You could only pull a
drawstring in so far.

Genma looked up as Ranma came back in a shirt that hung down to her knees.
She'd lost almost a whole foot in height with the change.  A tiny, petite
slip of a girl, really.  He wondered if Nadoka had looked like this at 16.

He'd been thinking for a while about this celibacy thing.  He didn't think
he could do it.  Only the thought of his wife waiting at home had kept him
loyal until now (not to mention how dead he would be if Ranma should find
out and tell her).  He didn't have that hope anymore.  No, he would not be
able to be alone for the rest of his life.  His hair may have been gone, but
he was still strong and virile, barely past the prime of his life, in his
opinion.  He looked up again at his daughter sitting near him.

Damn, but she looked like Nadoka.  Except much younger.  What did his wife
look like now, he wondered?  Had her hair started to grey?  Had her breasts
begun to sag?  Had wrinkles lined that once vibrant face?

Genma was silent a moment longer in thought, occasionally looking up at
Ranma.  Eventually he reached over and took the kettle away from the fire.

Ranma looked up surprised, the kettle hadn't whistled.  "Oh yeah, I guess
it's warm enough now, huh."

"Doesn't matter if it is."  Genma said, putting the kettle down on the other
side of him.

"Hey!"

"Calm down boy."  Genma sighed.  "We need to talk for a bit."

Ranma blinked at her father.  He was rarely so serious sounding.  She sat
back down and waited for what he would say.

"Son, I've been thinking about this for a while now.  We're going continue
our journey across China, stopping in cities, and villages and the like, and
a lot of the time, we will be wet when we get there.  You've seen what the
weather is like here.  Almost every day there's a light shower.  So other
people are going to see us in our cursed forms a lot."

Ranma solemnly nodded in agreement.

"Now the way I see it, we have two choices.  One: we act as we normally do.
Then we have every one around us freaking out at the panda who walks on his
hind legs, and writes out what he wants to say in plain Japanese, and at the
girl who acts and talks like a boy, and doesn't know the first thing about
being a girl.  We'd be labeled freaks pretty quick."

"Okay, I can see that happening.  So what are we supposed to do?"

"I was getting to that.  Out other choice is to accept our cursed forms...
at least while we're wearing them.  If we get into a town wet, I'll go down
on all fours and pretend to be your trained pet panda."

Ranma grinned at that image.  "Fine by me."  She could probably tell people
he was a beast of burden and get him to carry all the equipment.

"And you are going to have to act like a girl."  Genma finished.

"WHAT?  I don't want to do that!  I'm a guy!  Bad enough I have the body, I
gotta act like a little girl too?"

Genma took a deep breath.  "Boy, it's either that or we never sleep indoors
again.  Inns don't like to play host to weirdoes.  And any other people we
meet will start avoiding us too.  Food sellers, equipment outfitters,
clothing stores..."

"Okay, okay.  I get the picture.  Damn, this is going to suck."  Ranma
grumbled.

Genma nodded.  "Might be a bit good and a bit bad, boy.  My job's easy.  I
just act like a tame panda that obeys simple commands.  You've got the tough
job.  How much do you know about girls?"

Ranma had to think about that.  He'd seen girls before, passed by them in
towns and cities when he was out running with his father.  They almost
always wore dresses.  He'd talked to a couple of them at one time or
another, but they didn't seem to care much about the things he was
interested in (namely, martial arts and food).  Unfortunately, Ranma hadn't
bothered to find out what *did* interest them.  That and a couple of things
his father had said over the years pretty much summed up all he knew about
the gender.  The few years he'd gone to school he'd only gone to all boy's
schools.  So in a nutshell, what he knew about women was... that they
weren't like him.

"Not much I guess.  They don't like martial arts much.  And you said they
stay home and cook mostly, n' take care of the family money.  Anything else
I should know?"

Genma nodded.  "Much more boy.  Cooking food, keeping the house clean,
managing the money, and one more very important thing that I never mentioned
before.  The first duty of any wife or girlfriend of a man."

"And that is..." Ranma prompted as he trailed off.

"Pleasing the man."

Ranma blinked in confusion.  "Pleasing how?"

Genma looked seriously at his daughter.  "I'm going to start training you in
those arts tomorrow, boy.  Study well, or you'll never be able to fool
people into thinking that you're a real girl."

"New techniques?"  Ranma's eyes lit up.

Genma nodded.  "Techniques that every woman should know.  You're mother was
quite good with them, so I should be able to teach them to you as well."

"Great."  Ranma was almost excited to be a girl now.  He always got excited
when they started training for a new technique.  "Can I have the water now?"

Genma rubbed his chin.  "I don't think so boy.  You really have to get used
to that body if you're going to learn the techniques.  Sleep as a girl
tonight at least.  These techniques are completely different from anything
I've taught you before, but throw yourself wholeheartedly into learning
them, and you'll master them quickly."

"Yes sir!"

Genma grinned.  "Alright then.  Let's get to sleep.  We've got an early
start tomorrow.  Let's lose this idiot of a guide.  We're better off
crossing the country on our own than being led to cursed springs and such."

Ranma seemed to remember Genma specifically asking the guide to show them
Jyusenkyo, but he kept silent.  He had to focus on this being-a-girl
training.  For the pride of the Saotome School of Anything-Goes martial
arts, Ranma could master any techniques; these would be no different.

***

They rose at dawn and silently packed their gear.  The guide was still
passed out in his tent when they quietly left.  Ranma had wondered why they
didn't just tell the guide off and leave openly, until he remembered that
Genma had agreed to pay the guide at the *end* of the trip.  Even though
they were cutting his services short, he would probably expect some form of
payment.

Ranma sighed.  Genma never changed.

"How'd you sleep, boy- er... girl."  Genma asked as they hiked through the
countryside, in a different direction then the one the guide had intended to
take them today; something about a village of Amazon women.  Sounded like
uppity bitch central; no need to put up with that.  Might give his daughter
bad ideas too.

"Funny."  Ranma muttered sarcastically.  "And I didn't sleep that well.  I
had to stay on my back.  Sleeping on my front's a bit uncomfortable with
these things."  she muttered, hefting her breasts.

"Hmph.  Most women get used to it, I think.  Sleeping on your back's better
for your spine anyway, girl, so don't worry about it."

"Stop calling me girl!"

Genma shook his head.  "I won't, not while you're in that body.  I've got to
learn some new habits too.  If you're the only one changed and I call you
'boy', it'll seem pretty odd to anyone that overhears."

Ranma scowled at the ground.  Genma noticed.

"Don't let it get to you Ranma.  When you're a girl, you have to be a girl
in all areas, or our lives will get much harder.  When you're in your male
form, I still expect you to be a man among men, a son to make me proud."  He
paused, looking away from Ranma awkwardly.  "And you are."

Ranma blushed a bit and smiled.  It was rare that his father doled out such
praise.

"I guess all that remains is to see if you can be a daughter I can be proud
of.  Just think of it as a game, acting in a role."

"I can do this, Pop.  Just you watch."  Ranma said confidently.

"That's my girl."

"Hey!  Don't call me...  Oh fine."  She sighed.  "So, can we start training
now?"

Genma looked over his shoulder.  "Hmm.  I'd like to get some more distance
from that sneaky guide before we actually start practicing..."

<Who's sneaky?>  Ranma thought to herself.

"...but we can start with what I can teach you by spoken word.  What did we
say was important for a woman to know last night?  Cooking, keeping house,
and finances.  I've already taught you all I know about cooking, and you're
a bit better than me, so we can skip that."

Ranma nodded.  She had been doing most of the cooking these last few years,
in order not to be eating burned rice.  It was simple fair they ate mostly,
except on occasions when they purchased easy-make foods, like instant
noodles.

"We don't have a house for you to learn to clean, but that's not too hard to
grasp anyway.  It's more of a responsibility than a skill, mostly.  Just try
to keep your stuff neat and tidy, and that'll be all we do for that.  We
don't have much of a regular income for you to budget, so that's out too."
Genma paused for a minute in his monologue, as he jumped to the top of a
large boulder that had fallen onto the mountain path.  He continued once
Ranma had joined him and jumped down to the other side.  "You should try to
practice speaking politely, but other than that, the only important skill
you need to pass as a girl is one we'll be training you in."

"'Pleasuring a man', you said.  What exactly did you mean by that?"  She
asked.

Genma reshouldered his pack.  "As a man, I trained you to defend the honor
of our family by using your body, through martial arts.  As a woman, it's
your duty to please the man or men in your life with your body.  The body is
an important tool for either gender, though it's used in different ways."

"Alright."  Ranma nodded, following him so far.

"So the techniques I'll be teaching you later involve using your body to
please a man, and once you get good at it, it should be fun for you as well.
  It's like martial arts.  When you fought me years ago, you lost every
time.  I went easy on you to make sure you stayed interested, but losing
wasn't much fun, was it?"

"Nope."

"Now, these days, you're nearly as big and strong as me, and you've gotten
really good at fighting, so we're more even, and it's a lot more fun, isn't
it?"

"You bet."

"Learning the womanly arts will be like that too.  It may not be fun at
first, but once you start picking it up, it's great."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to quit."

Genma nodded with approval.  "Good girl.  You should be able to master these
techniques much faster than you did fighting.  Women have it easier than
men, after all.  I figure we should have you getting good at the techniques
in about two weeks, and maybe mastering them two weeks after that.
Assuming, of course, that we train intensely."

"A month, huh?"

Genma grinned at his son.  "You pick things up faster than any martial
artist I've ever seen, Ranma.  It may take a girl until the age of 20 to get
where I think we can get you if we try hard."

Ranma beamed with pride.  "Hey, if a chick can do it, I can do it easy!"

Genma grinned.  "Good girl.  We'll start when we make camp."
 

They kept moving until noon, covering much more ground at their pace then
the fat guide could hope to, even if he guessed which way they went.  Once
the tent was pitched, Genma handed Ranma both their packs.

"Okay, Ranma.  Lay out all our stuff.  Remember, neat and tidy."

Ranma eyed the packs suspiciously.  "Are you sure this isn't all just some
plot to get me to do all the work?"

Genma considered that with a smile.  Tempting thought.  "No daughter, I just
want to make sure you can do well keeping things clean if we're in a city or
town.  After today, I'll take care of my own gear, but you should continue
to keep your stuff neat and tidy, just to keep the habit.  Today's just a
small test."

Ranma sighed and took the bags inside.  She wasn't sure about her father.
He could be downright lazy sometimes.  Still, she did her best and set
everything up neatly.  Genma looked in when she was finished.

"Not bad, Ranma, not bad at all.  We shouldn't have any problems there.
Hmm.  You should prepare dinner tonight too."

"Fine.  So what about these techniques already?"  Ranma asked impatiently.

"Be patient, girl.  When I taught you to fight, the first thing I taught you
was how to stand.  Now you're up to multiple aerial kicks.  If I tried to
teach you the kicks on the first day, you'd just make an ass of yourself,
assuming you didn't break something."  Genma went into the tent and started
fishing around.  He came back out with a blanket and a ground mat they
sometimes used if it was a nice night and they felt like sleeping under the
stars.  He laid them one on top of the other on the ground.

"Now, we're going to be teaching you how to use your body to please a man,
and we can't start that until you understand your body.  Sun Tsu wrote, 'you
must know your enemy, and know yourself'."

"So what do I do?"  Ranma asked.

Genma patted the blanket he'd laid out.  "We'll start with an anatomy
lesson.  Strip completely and lie down."

Ranma looked a little uncomfortable.

Genma frowned at her.  "Getting squeamish already?  We've only just started
your training.  What happened to 'I'm not going to quit'?"

Ranma flushed with embarrassment and started to remove her gi.

Genma's look softened.  "I know this seems weird to you Ranma.  You were
raised to be a man, not a woman, but fate decided you were going to have to
be both.  It's going to seem uncomfortable and strange to you to act in your
new role.  Just push past it and the feeling will eventually go away."

Ranma nodded as she sat down on the blanket, completely naked.

"Right then, let's start at the top and work our way down."  Genma said,
pushing up his glasses.  He reached out and gripped Ranma by the shoulders.
"Your arms and shoulders do not have the muscle that your other body does.
However, your legs should be almost as strong as before.  Keep that in mind
if you ever get in a fight in your girl form, and use more kicks than
punches.  You shouldn't really fight when you're like this, though.  Girls
aren't supposed to fight."

That didn't sit well with Ranma.  "So what am I supposed to do?  Just let
some jerk beat the crap out of me?"

Genma scratched his head in thought.  "Hmm.  That would be kind of
embarrassing, considering how good a fighter you really are.  Ok, how about
this: don't *start* any fights.  But if some asshole won't back off, you can
pound the crap out of him then."

"I can live with that."

"Now, next are your tits."  Genma said, grasping a large mound in each hand.
  "They're more sensitive and vulnerable then your male chest.  Like so."
Genma squeezed, gradually increasing pressure.

"Ow!"

Genma relaxed his hands, rubbing the girl's breasts a bit to aid circulation
(or so Ranma presumed).

Genma trailed a finger down to Ranma's stomach, continuing the lesson.
"Next is your abdomen.  Because of the different organs in a girl's body,
there's less room for your abdominal muscles.  They're smaller then when
you're a man, so they can't protect you as well if you get hit in the gut."

Ranma nodded as she memorized this bit of information along with the rest.
It seemed there were no good points at all to being a girl so far, only
weaknesses and places that hurt more.

"I've already talked about your legs (you'll notice you no longer have hair
on them), so let's move on to the biggest difference.  Lean back."  Genma
said as he took Ranma's knees and pushed her legs apart.  Ranma felt
uncomfortable again, but she fought it down like her father told her to.
She wasn't a coward.

Genma looked down at his 'daughter's' genitalia.  "What you have here is
called a pussy, or a cunt.  Use whatever word you like, or both, it doesn't
matter.  Hmm... You can't see it very well.  Women usually shave most of
this hair off.  It's better for hygiene.  I really do *not* feel like taking
you to a doctor to explain my 'son' getting some kind of disease down
there."

Ranma had to agree.  This curse was embarrassing as it was; he didn't want
to share it with the world.

Genma got up and went to the tent.  "I'll shave you today.  It's a bit
easier if you can see what you're dealing with.  I don't want you to cut
yourself.  Once you're more used to your body you can shave on your own."
He came back with his razor, shaving cream, and the scissors he used to cut
his son's hair on occasion.  He filled a cup with water and got started.

He carefully trimmed the hair all around her pussy, leaving a tuft of normal
length at the top.  Then he applied shaving cream and dipped the razor in
the water to begin.

Ranma watched in awkward fascination as her pussy was revealed bit by bit.
Genma even asked her to roll her hips back and pull her butt apart so he
could get the last few hairs near her asshole.  As Genma wiped up the errant
bits of shaving cream with a damp cloth, he noticed that Ranma was
lubricating slightly from the friction of the blade and soft rubbing of the
cloth.

"I'll get you your own shaving kit next time we get into town."  Genma
promised.  "Now, on with the lesson."  He spread her lips with one hand as
he pointed out the different parts with the other.  "These are your outer
lips, and your inner lips, this little nub coming out from the protective
hood here is your clit."  Genma pressed down on it firmly, gaining a small
sound from Ranma.  "And down here," he said, moving his finger to her
opening, "is your sheath, your cunt or pussy, whatever you like."  He said
as he pushed his finger inside.  Ranma gasped loudly.

"Get used to it Ranma."  Genma said, moving his finger in and out.  "Feels
kinda nice, doesn't it?  That's what I meant when I said it should be fun
for you as well, and it gets better."

Ranma gasped and twitched under Genma's ministrations.  He slipped in
another finger, then drawing it back again when he discovered Ranma's hymen
would not allow it.  He was surprised to find it there, as Ranma was so
athletic, but he reasoned that Ranma had only been a girl for a little more
than a day, so she'd not had the opportunity to tear it yet.  Instead, he
continued to fuck her with his index finger, while he rubbed her clit with
his thumb.  His left hand fondled her breast.  The inexperienced 'girl'
suddenly arched her back, her eyes went wide but stared at nothing.  Her
ragged breathing stopped, then released in a shuddering breath as she came
down from her first climax.

Genma withdrew his hands and looked down at the sopping pussy with mixed
feelings.  A flicker of guilt was making itself known, keeping him from
plunging himself immediately into the warm wetness of his part-time
daughter.  Yet he still felt a powerful need for sexual relief.

On the other hand, if he stopped this 'training', Ranma would want to know
why, and that was something Genma was not prepared to explain.  If he said
why they stopped then he'd have to say why they started.  That would be the
end of any semblance of a relationship between father and child.  Ranma
would hate him forever.

Genma cleared his throat as Ranma came back to the world.  "Why don't you
keep practicing just this much today, with your own hands.  I'm going to go
see about catching us lunch.  Keep at it until you become experienced at
it."  Genma looked down at the large stain Ranma had made on the blanket.
"And drink lots of water."

Ranma panted and nodded her head.  As soon as she felt ready, she began
tentatively exploring her body on her own hands, trying to recreate the
sensations her father had evoked.

Genma nodded in approval and walked away into the woods.  In truth, he was
only half-interested in game.  He had to sort out his own feelings.  His
conscience was bothering him.

Almost his entire life, Genma had been a glutton and a thief, and both these
behaviors had a common cause in greed.  Genma usually took whatever he
wanted, and he had to admit that what he wanted right now was Ranma's young
female body.  Lust, like gluttony, is a form of greed.  It was so easy to
picture her as a younger version of his wife.  Deep within him, though,
something told him that it was wrong.

The conscience is an interesting part of the human psyche.  It stops basic
desire by calling on reasons so broad-based and complex that the person may
not even understand them, only hearing that little voice in his head saying
"this is wrong".  Debates about the conscience are common among
psychiatrists and psychologists who meet in a bar on Wednesdays and drink
heavily, where the mental element commonly referred to as the conscience is
given the more appropriate official psychological term, the
What-The-Fuck-Do-You-Think-You're-Doing reflex.

Genma's WTFDYTYD reflex had a long history of being beaten down into silence
by logical (if shortsighted) arguments about what he needed, or that it was
all for his son's sake.  In fact, habitually of ignoring his conscience had
left it unheard of for years.  Once he decided on a course of action, he
never had second thoughts.  Why then, did he have them now?

Genma's WTFDYTYD reflex had been reacting quite strongly to what he was
doing now, more so then it had in years.

Unfortunately, Genma's rationalization techniques, backed by greed, had been
training to beat down the WTFDYTYD for decades.  Still, the attack of the
WTFDYTYD was persistent, but it fell to the fatal blow of lust when he
stepped back out of the woods an hour and a half later, to be greeted with
the sight of an incredibly beautiful and buxom girl (who happened to be his
son) jamming her fingers roughly in and out of her cunt as she screamed out
her pleasure.

Genma grinned, dropping the rabbit he had caught and killed as he opened his
pants to please himself was he watched the show.

Ranma slowly came down off of cloud 9.  That had been a damn good one; she
must be getting better.  She heard slight sounds and looked up to see her
father with his dick in his hands, stroking contently.

"What'cha doin' Pop?"

Genma was briefly irritated, having not had the time to even bring himself
close to getting off, but looking down at Ranma, sweaty and naked, gave him
a much better idea.

"I'm doing the male version of what you were doing, girl.  Haven't you ever
whacked off before, as a guy?"

Ranma shook her head.  It had never occurred to her (er... him) to do so.
He knew next to nothing about sex, and as life for Ranma was full of
vigorous physical activity that left him contently drained at the end of the
day, he'd never felt like anything was missing.  A lifetime away from TV and
normal people had left him rather ignorant on the subject.  Mind you, so far
it seemed to be a lot of fun.

Genma grinned, walking closer.  "Well anyway, seeing as how I'm already
hard, how about we go on to the next technique?"

Ranma grinned tiredly.  "Is it as cool as the last one?"

Genma shrugged.  "First I taught you to feel good, next I start teaching you
how to make the man feel good.  After that, we can move on to both feeling
good at the same time."

Ranma frowned as he considered that.  "So it's your turn now, huh?"

"In a manner of speaking.  Assume seiza."  Genma commanded.

Ranma got up and sat on her heels as Genma came closer, dick still in hand.
When he was right in front of her, he let his pants drop to the ground.

"Open your mouth Ranma."  He said, holding himself pointed at her face.

Ranma blinked.  "You want me to put that in my mouth?"

"You catch on quick.  You're not getting squeamish again, are you?"

Ranma fidgeted a bit.  "I don't know.   You ain't gonna piss in my mouth or
nothing, are ya?"

Genma laughed and rubbed his chin.  "No, that's more of a... stylistic
preference, and one I don't practice.  If you succeed in this, something
else will come out.  The male version of all that."  Genma said, pointing
down at the wet stains on the blanket.  "It tastes a lot better than piss
(or so I'm told).  That's the goal, girl.  Let's get started before I go
soft here."

Ranma nodded and started sucking on her father's cock.  He coached her
through, describing what she should be doing with her tongue, getting her to
rub his balls and shaft with her hands.  He told Ranma that they'd leave the
'advanced techniques' of giving head, such as deep-throating and a hummer,
for another day.

After several minutes of being in her hot, wet mouth, Genma grabbed her head
and exploded, filling her mouth with hot cum.  Ranma began to choke at the
unexpected fluid, until Genma advised her to swallow.  Ranma did so, but
continued coughing for a while afterwards.

"Sorry Ranma, that was my fault.  It's usually good manners for the man to
warn the woman when he's about to blow."  He said, patting his daughter on
the back.  "So, choking aside, how's the taste?  You're probably the only
man who can answer that without being ashamed to have done it."

Ranma licked her lips and swallowed saliva to clear her throat.  "It's a
little... weird tasting."

Genma nodded.  "I'll bet.  You'll get used to it.  You'll probably even get
to like it after a while."

"If you say so Pop.  Just warn me next time you're gonna blow."

Genma grinned again.  "Sure thing.  Good job Ranma."  He said as he pulled
up his pants and went to get the rabbit.  "Why don't you go wash up while I
start the rabbit cooking?  There's a little pond about 100 metres East of
here."

Ranma nodded and collected his clothes and bath things.  "Hey pop?"

"Yes?"

"Can I change back to a guy after I get back?  Just cause I'm training to be
a girl doesn't mean I want my real training to get behind."

Genma thought about it.  He was already sated for the time being.  "Good
idea, Ranma.  We'll spend the rest of the afternoon and evening training in
martial arts.  Gotta keep you in shape after all."

Ranma smirked as she walked off.  <keep who in shape, you fat furball.>  she
thought to herself.

***

An evening and night passed.  Genma had looked on his sleeping son
hesitantly, examining his feelings.  He was pleased to find he had no
attraction whatsoever to his son's true form.  He wasn't sure why that made
him feel better, but it did.

Ranma and Genma rose early and trained intensely in the art for about an
hour, like they usually did.  When they broke it up, they were both covered
in sweat.  Resolving to bath in the pond, Genma heated a kettle to boiling
and took it with them.  By the time they were done, it would be just warm
enough to change them back.

Both of them, of course, took on their cursed forms as they entered the
water.  Genma realized he didn't need soap anymore so much as a gallon of
shampoo.  He settled to just swimming about in the water to clean himself.
Ranma-chan swam about a bit, but mindful of the cooling kettle, she returned
to sit near the shore in waist deep water and cleaned her hair with the
little shampoo that they had.  Once that was done, she took the bar of soap
and began to lather up her smooth skin.  She hesitated briefly at her large
breasts, but relented with a sigh and began to soap them up as well.

Genma, for his part, lolled about in deeper water, watching Ranma-chan rub
her soapy tits and growing a furry hard-on.  A brief thought entered his
mind, but was quickly discarded; he had yet to really show Ranma sex with a
man, sex with a furry animal would be too big a jump to take now, if he ever
wanted to take it.  Genma climbed out of the water, shook himself like a
dog, and went to where he had left their stuff.  Sparing a quick look at
Ranma-chan, who wasn't paying attention, he rolled on his back and examined
his panda-woody.  Besides being covered in fur, it was smaller than when he
was human.  He decided not to embarrass himself by putting forth a smaller
dick when he had a bigger one readily available.  Pride aside, he hadn't
been that keen on the whole bestiality idea anyway, he just liked to keep an
open mind.

Ranma-chan was done and out of the water and walked past her fury father
figure, not even noticing him jump as she approached and roll back over.  It
was a good thing you couldn't see an embarrassed flush through a coat of
panda fur.

She picked up the kettle and was about to pour it over her head, when Genma
growled loudly.  She blinked at him as he indicated his own head.

"In a minute, Oyaji!  Wait your turn."  She grumbled.  She poured half of it
over her own head, before he did the same to the furball.

Genma pushed up his glasses and frowned.  "Thank you boy, but that wasn't
what I meant."  He reached out a hand for the kettle, which Ranma
automatically handed to him.

"What do you me-  HEY!"  Ranma yelled as Genma grabbed his outstretched
wrist and neck (they were both naked, otherwise he would have grabbed
Ranma's gi) and threw his son back into the pond.

"Whadja do that for?!"  Ranma-chan snapped as she sputtered to the surface.

"We're continuing you're girl training today, young lady, or did you want to
quit?"  Genma said with a challenging grin.

Ranma gave the same grin back.  "Oh no, I ain't quit yet.  Just forgot, is
all.  You wanna start now?"

Genma folded his arms to look firm and intimidating (no easy feat when
you're fat and naked) "You bet.  But you'll have to come out of there and
dry off first.  I can't teach you if I'm a panda."

Ranma-chan stepped out of the water, water running down her sexy body,
leaving small beads of it along her smooth skin.  Genma wished he could take
her like that (Gods, but it looked sexy!), but his curse meant that the
water on her skin would change him as he rubbed up against her.

Toweling himself off as well, Genma tossed Ranma-chan her towel, and when
they were both dry, he lay their towels down together on the grass.  Taking
Ranma down with him, he began fondling her breasts and pussy to get her
ready.

"Lesson three begins, girl, and it's the main one, so pay attention!"

Ranma-chan just moaned as she nodded.  Genma lay her flat on her back and
spread her legs.

"Actually, we'll lead into lesson three with lesson 2.5; the reverse of what
you did for me yesterday."  Genma said as he buried his face in her smooth
pussy.  Ranma arched her back as he began tonguing her clit and licking up
and down her lips, occasionally dipping deep into her warm, juicing hole.
The sensations were incredible for Ranma-chan; his tongue didn't reach as
deeply into her as his fingers could, but it was hot and just rough enough
to eventually send her into nirvana.

Genma grinned as Ranma-chan panted her way back down to earth.  "Now, girl,
_this_ is lesson three!"  He said as he began rubbing her pussy lips with
the head of his cock.  "This may hurt a bit at the start, like stretching a
muscle out, but it'll pass."

Genma thrust inside her warm wetness.  Ranma-chan flinched.  There was no
way she would cry out in pain, but she did flinch.  Genma kindly waited for
a while with his whole rod inside her, letting her get used to the feel of
it.  Then he began thrusting back and forth, his movements making squelching
noised as her ample juices lubricated the act.

Genma wrapped his arms under her back and lifted her up to a sitting
position in his lap, so he could suck on her tits while he bounced her up
and down on his cock.  Ranma-chan wrapped her arms around her father's neck
for support as she moaned into his ear.  Her cries rose to small screams as
her climax approached again.  She came hard, her inner muscles clamping down
on his dick as she gushed juices over both their laps.

He gritted his teeth in a valiant effort to hold back, and barely lasted out
her convulsions.  When he had a better hold of himself, he lifted her off
him and lay her on her side, lifting one leg in the air.  Ranma-chan gasped
as he plunged into her again, trusting vigorously into her trembling cunt.
He watched her tits jostle back and forth with his thrusts, and her small
mouth open with silent and not so silent cries of bliss.  Genma reached down
with his free hand and flicked her clit, bringing her to another screaming
orgasm.  He continued to pound away as it began, adding to its intensity as
it built and peaked.

Ranma-chan slumped forward, panting in exhaustion as Genma let her leg drop.
  She was ready to sleep and it was barely 8:00 AM.  She stirred to life a
bit as Genma pulled her hips up into the air.  She caught on as he kneeled
behind her while she was on her hands and knees.

"H-hey!  Hold on, let me catch my -ungh!"  She grunted as he thrust inside.

"Sorry Ranma, no rest for you.  I haven't even come yet, and you've had
three so far, which is great for you, but the sex act isn't finished until
the man comes at least once.  That's you're duty as a women; to make him
come."

Ranma-chan just grunted with each thrust.  As she gradually came closer to
orgasm, rest began to seem very unimportant.  She realized she was
unconsciously thrusting her hips back to meet his lunges.  She thrust even
harder, slamming their hips together in fierce abandon.

Ranma-chan came again, as powerfully as before, and nearly blacked out.  She
felt her father continue his fast thrusts urgently, until he pulled out of
her and squirted his hot fluid all over her back.  The hot liquid was almost
a pleasant sensation, until Genma's semen cooled in the breeze; then it just
seemed clammy and a bit gross.  She wiped it off by rolling on the grass and
then announced that she was going for another quick swim, as she was fully
as sweaty as she had been after their morning workout.

***

After lunch, they'd begun moving again.  They hadn't bothered with heating a
kettle for Ranma-chan, so she remained a she.

By evening, they'd reached a village too small to be considered a town, but
large enough to have a decent inn.  Since Genma said he still had all the
money he'd intended (maybe) to pay the guide, they felt they could afford to
sleep in nice beds and have hot meals.  Ranma-chan let her eyes wander
around the nicely decorated entryway of the two-story building, as Genma
(who spoke no Mandarin) attempted to get rooms from the innkeeper (who spoke
no Japanese).  Eventually a traveling Frenchman sitting at one of the tables
who spoke a bit of both helped them out.

As their dinners were brought to them, Ranma-chan dug into hers ravenously.
Her father mirrored her, until he remembered.

"Ranma."  He snapped, interrupting her vacuum impression.  "Eat like a
girl!" he whispered.

Ranma-chan blinked.  "So how do girls eat?"

"...Slower."

Ranma-chan sighed and did as she was told (mostly so the other customers
would stop staring), but she glared bitterly as Genma returned to his
inhumanly rapid inhalation of his own dinner.
 

A couple of hours later, Genma and Ranma had both eaten their fill.  Which,
to the consternation of the inn's owner, was more than five times what
normal people ate... each.  Time to get creative with the prices; the
foreign guests had not eaten a dinner five times the normal size, they had
eaten five dinners (each) and the fat man had drunken a fair amount of
flower wine, and they would pay for such.  He decided to ensure that they
had that much money.  Barefoot and backpacking, they didn't look like they
would.

"Ah, Innkeeper!  Show us to our rooms please. (BURP)"  Genma said as the man
walked up.

The innkeeper gestured for Genma to come over to the counter, where he
showed him the bill so far.  One night's stay and the equivalent of ten
dinners.  Genma's eyes bugged out at the number.  Watching the fat man begin
to sweat, the innkeeper frowned and waved the Frenchman over, speaking to
him for a moment.

"He says that if you can't pay for all you've eaten and drunk, you can spend
the night in the town's lock up instead of his inn."  The Frenchman
translated.

Genma cleared his throat.  "Er... well now that's a bit of a problem, so..."
  he was waiting for an opportunity to snatch Ranma and run, and it came
when the innkeeper's eyes wandered and widened.  Since the Frenchman had
placed himself in front of the door (damn!), Genma followed the innkeeper's
gaze and saw Ranma-chan was growing bored of waiting where she had been
standing just out of earshot, and had begun to bounce up and down on her
heels, causing her generous assets to bounce along with her.

Genma turned back to the innkeeper, whose eyes were bouncing along with
Ranma-chan's breasts as the man licked his lips.

<Bless the child.>  Genma grinned.
 

Ranma-chan knocked on the door and once again wondered what the hell she was
doing.  Her father had told her that it was time for a test of her new
skills, and that he had arranged to have others test her as he might not be
completely able to judge her performance impartially.

What an utter crock of shit.

Ranma-chan may have been naïve, but she was not stupid.  She'd picked up by
now that sex was something men sought after, and if her own orgasms were any
indication, she could certainly see why.  She understood completely that men
other than her father might want to be pleased by her, and was even a little
flattered.  She might have been more sincerely flattered if she were not
being sold off in return for the room and food, for the night anyway.

Still, this was pretty much the sort of thing she'd come to expect from her
father, sort of like that time he had rented Ranma out to a children's
karate school that had finished dead last in tournaments for four years
running.  Eleven year-old Ranma had won first place trophies in both kata
and sparring, which the moral-deprived dojo who rented him now had on
display.  The trophies were too big for Ranma and Genma to carry in their
backpacks anyway.  Last Ranma heard, that dojo was able to lure in a lot
more students and pay their bills.

The door opened and the Frenchman and innkeeper smiled at her.  The
Frenchman was here to interpret and to participate (having offered to pay
the innkeeper for half of the Saotomes' meal).

"Welcome child.  Come in, come in."  He said, waving her to a seat on the
bed.  He was a tall, thin Caucasian, with a neatly trimmed mustache.  The
innkeeper was a stocky fellow who was wide, but more muscle than actual fat,
much like her father.

She sat down on the bed and waited for them to do something.  She really had
no idea how this was supposed to start off.  The Frenchman began things by
taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her, eventually parting her
lips with his tongue.

Kissing had not been on Genma's lesson plan, but the old man had warned her
that they might try a few techniques she hadn't learned yet.  Actually, he'd
gone on for nearly five minutes with his last minute instructions and
advice.  Basically, it boiled down to "do whatever they want" and "don't
just lie there like a dead fish; take an active role".  Following both of
those suggestions, Ranma-chan slid her inexperienced tongue into the
Frenchman's mouth and proceeded to spar back and forth with him on the oral
battlefield.  The Frenchman seemed pleased.

Meanwhile, the innkeeper had opened her shirt ties and began playing with
her tits, kneading them in his big hands and gently sucking on her nipples.
  She arched her back as he took one in his teeth and bit softly.  That hurt
a bit, and she didn't like it much, so she broke off with the Frenchman and
pushed the innkeeper back on the bed.  She kneeled between his legs and
undid his pants.  Once she had him out and in her hands, she employed all
the skills she had learned in lesson two in sucking him off with a
vengeance.  Hey, at least it kept him from biting her damn nipples off.

The Frenchman came around behind her and removed her shirt.  He gently
played with her breasts for a few moments before sliding his hands slowly
down her stomach and into the waistband of her pants.  Ranma-chan felt him
softly rub her shaven pubis before his hands withdrew and concentrated on
undoing her pants.  All the while he leaned against her with his own bare
chest against her back, letting her feel his body heat.

The innkeeper had both his hands on her head and was thrusting her face
quite roughly into his pubic hair.  Ranma-chan kept both hands on the floor
controlling her descent so he could not choke her on his member.  She knew
most girls were not as strong as she was and wondered how another would have
faired in her place.  Already she liked the Frenchman better.

By now the gentle Frenchman was sliding her pants and underwear down her
hips ('please don't ask about the boxers!' she silently begged) and
Ranma-chan squirmed her hips to help him along.  Once he had her completely
naked, he slid himself between her knees and began to lick her neither lips
with care and skill.  Ranma-chan began to feel lightheaded as he expertly
drove her to distraction.

Which is probably how she failed to remember to arrest her head's decent
into the innkeeper's lap when he began to come.  The heavy man pulled her
head down hard and rammed his cock down her throat, causing Ranma-chan to
gag.  He held her there while he shot spurt after spurt down her gullet.
When he finally relaxed enough for Ranma-chan to break his grip and pull
away, she was coughing and gasping for air.

As the innkeeper flopped back on the bed with a satisfied groan, the
Frenchman gently helped her up and patted her back until she got control of
her breathing.  She thanked him before he lay her down on the bed beside the
tired innkeeper and spread her legs, rubbing the head of his member up and
down her wet pussy lips.  The innkeeper's rough attentions had prevented her
from achieving orgasm when the Frenchman ate her out, but now that he was
firmly pushing his rod in and out of her channel, she built up quickly and
came all over his cock.  He continued to thrust in and out while he bent
over and took her nipples into his mouth, pressing her large breasts
together so he could flick his tongue over both of them at the same time.

After Ranma-chan came again, the Frenchman came with her, pulling out at the
last moment and moving up to her face to spurt it across her lips and into
her open mouth (Genma had asked the men to do so in order to avoid her
getting pregnant).  'Pops was right; I am getting to like this stuff.'  She
thought to herself, as she licked more off her lips.  The Frenchman returned
to her pussy for a few more thrusts before he started to go soft.  The
innkeeper said something in Mandarin to him then, apparently that is was his
turn, because the Frenchman got off of Ranma-chan and rolled her over onto
the other man.

Knowing what was expected of her without needing to be told, she straddled
the innkeeper and gripped his re-hardened cock, rubbing it against her
entrance.  Both she and he groaned as she sat down on it and began bouncing.
  The innkeeper reached up to squeeze her breasts.

The Frenchman watched them from where he kneeled behind them, stroking
himself to speed his reentry into the fray.  After watching her tight,
shapely ass bounce in front of his eyes for a little while, he leaned
forward and took her firm cheeks in his hands, rubbing them and spreading
them apart.

Ranma-chan was enjoying her more gentle partner fondling her ass cheeks, but
she nearly jumped completely off the innkeeper when she felt something warm
and wet poke at her asshole.

"W-what are you doing?"  She asked as she twisted halfway around to look.
The Frenchman pulled his face from her ass and smiled at her.

"A technique from my homeland, called 'Kissing the Rose'.  Have you never
had anything up here before, child?"

Ranma-chan shook her head.  He grinned at her.  "Then you're in for a treat
tonight, my dear."

She was rather nervous about it, but Pop had told her to do whatever they
wanted.  She continued to bounce on the innkeeper as the Frenchman inserted
his tongue up her tender brown rosebud.  While it had initially freaked her
out, she had to admit it was a rather pleasant sensation.

The Frenchman soon slid a finger into her bottom, spreading it out now that
it was lubricated with spit.  After she loosened up a bit more he added
another finger.   When he was satisfied with his work, he returned his
tongue to her back door, adding another coating of spit before he stood up
and placed his now rock-hard manhood at her rear entrance.

Ranma-chan groaned as his cock slowly pushed into a place it was never
designed to go.  It didn't actually hurt, thanks to his considerate
preparations, but she felt as though she were being stuffed like a turkey
for a feast.  His cock hadn't felt this large in her pussy.  She couldn't
get over how full she felt, having a cock in both her holes.

The innkeeper began to shoot his load into her pussy (not giving a rat's ass
about Genma's warnings), a sensation Ranma-chan had never felt before.  The
hot fluids rushing into her set off her most powerful orgasm to date, and as
she was slowly coming back down she felt the Frenchman squirting more of the
same into her ass.  Poor Ranma-chan blacked out completely, a tired and
blissful smile on her face.
 

She woke up again some time later in the night.  The two men were ready for
round two of what would be several more.  This time the innkeeper wanted a
turn in her ass, and Ranma-chan noticed something she hadn't paid attention
to before; the different shape and size of their cocks.  Her lover's members
resembled the rest of their bodies.  The Frenchman's was unusually long, but
narrower than either her father or the innkeeper.  The stocky man who ran
this inn had a shorter cock, but it was as thick as her wrist.  Her poor
asshole was stretched out so much that it didn't close up anymore when they
pulled out.  She wondered if she would ever be able to hold her shit in
anymore, or would she need diapers?

When morning finally came, Ranma-chan checked herself and was relieved to
discover that her asshole had closed up again while she slept.  Both her
lovers were still sleeping as she regained her clothes.  She gently woke the
Frenchman and kissed him goodbye with a smile before going out the door to
her own room.  She didn't feel any desire to thank the fat innkeeper.

***

"So, girl.  How did it go?"  Genma asked when they were back on the road.

"Yeah, the French guy was nice, but the innkeep guy was a jerk!"

"Well, I hope you didn't refuse him what he asked for."

"Nah, he probably still thinks he's hot stuff in the sack."

"Good.  You don't have to sleep with him again, but it would have been rude
to refuse his advances right in the middle of it.  Did you learn any new
techniques?"

"Yeah, kissing with the tongue and a bunch of new stuff with my asshole."

Genma raised his eyebrows.  "Really?  And how did you like that?"

Ranma-chan had to think about that one.  "It was... different.  I d'know, I
guess it was fun, long as I don't get too stretched out."

Genma nodded.  "Alright, we'll add it into your training schedule."

***

Genma took his 'daughter' the rest of the way back across China.  Twice more
he secured their food and lodgings with Ranma-chan's 'special services'.
Once they reached Hong Kong, Genma arranged for her to train at the best
pleasure house in the land, The Dream of Jade.  Of course, a more accurate
telling was that Genma has sold her into elite prostitution, then broken in
a month later and run off with her in the night.

Ranma-chan had been disappointed to leave.  She'd learned a lot from Madame
Lao.

Finally, the Saotomes (both human males) stepped off the boat onto Japanese
soil for the first time in nearly five months; three months after Jyusenkyo
had changed their lives forever.  Genma was enjoying all the skills
Ranma-chan had learned at The Dream of Jade in the utmost.  She'd been
blessed (er... cursed) with a gorgeous body, then an eager attitude, and
finally experience and training.  Now she was truly an amazing lover.

It was with some trepidation that Genma made their way to Nerima.  He wanted
to see his friend again.  Who knew how Soun would want to deal with their
pledge to join their two houses?  Besides, Genma was growing weary of living
in a tent; he wasn't getting any younger.

Several blocks from the Tendo home, thunder rumbled ominously overhead.
Genma looked up and noted the darkening sky.  It was time to bring Ranma up
to speed while he still had the ability to speak.

***

Soun Tendo was still attempting to maintain his dignity under the angry
frowns of his two youngest daughters, and the worried look of his eldest
(which was somehow worse), when a young voice shouting in their yard
distracted them.

"Let me go y'old fool!  I don't wanna get married!  I wanna go back to
Madame Lao!  She was about to start teaching me a knew set of techniques!"

"Oooh! That must be Ranma!"  Nabiki said, hopping up to answer the door.

"Ah Saotome, my old friend!"  Soun followed her quickly.

"I hope he's not younger than me."  Kasumi sighed as she got up to follow at
a more sedate pace.

Soun and Nabiki came dashing back with frightened looks on their faces.
Once everyone calmed down a bit, Ranma-chan introduced herself shyly.

Soun embraced Ranma-chan, who blinked and said, "Um... not that I mind, but
are you sure you wanna, right now?"  The panda bigsweated and bopped her on
the head.  Soun realized what those big soft things pressing into his
stomach were, and backed off abruptly, not paying much attention to what she
had said.

Nabiki stepped up and examined the evidence.  Poking and even squeezing
Ranma-chan's breast to make certain.

"You too?"  Ranma-chan asked.  "Interesting family, not that I should talk."
  The panda bopped her again.  Before anyone thought to ask what on earth
Ranma-chan was talking about, Soun plummeted to the floor in a dead feint.

***

"You're pretty good."  Akane laughed, picking herself up.  "I'm just glad
you're not a boy."

"Oh, but I am."

"Huh?"

"Well actually, it's probably more correct to say that I'm both."

"HUH!?"

"We're both a bit sweaty.  Come on to the bath and I'll show you what I
mean."

How does a girl respond to another obvious girl who claims to be a man and
invites her to bath together so that she (or he?) can 'show' her?  If it had
been an obvious man claiming to be a woman Akane probably would have pounded
the pervert.  And she was still keeping that option open in Ranma-chan's
case.  At the moment, however, curiosity was outweighing indignation.  She
hesitantly followed Ranma-chan inside.
 

In the changeroom, Akane kept her clothes on as she watched Ranma-chan
undress. The shirt parted to reveal a pair of breasts that were in no way
fake (though 'enhanced' was a likely possibility). Maybe she was one of
those herma-thingys, a she-male?  Akane's eyes trailed down as Ranma-chan
removed her boxer shorts (boxer shorts?) and saw quite plainly the hairless
lips of her sex.  As she looked, one leg rose to the washing machine, and a
hand came down to spread the lips apart.  Ranma-chan was grinning at her.

"Want a better look?"

"S-stop that!"  Akane stuttered, her face burning as she spun away.  "I
wasn't... I mean... you look like a regular girl to me."  (Of course, there
was something blatantly _not_ regular about her behavior).

"Just looking to confirm that, eh?"  Ranma chuckled.

"Yes."

"You sure?"  She teased.

"YES!!!"

"'Kay.  Come on into the bathroom and I'll show you what I was talking
about."  Ranma-chan said, sliding open the door and stepping through,
leaving the door open a crack.

Akane heard the sounds of scrubbing and shook herself out of her stupor.
Ranma was teasing her!  There was no way she was going to let this girl
shock her again, she vowed.  With that, she bravely doffed her clothes and
entered in after her.

Ranma-chan was done scrubbing her body, and was about to shampoo her hair,
when Akane took the bottle out of her hands.  Ranma-chan looked over her
shoulder at the still blushing Akane as the girl began to undo her pigtail.

"Why thank you, Akane."

"Well, you _are_ a guest."  Akane returned, as she began to wash the scarlet
locks.

When she was done, Ranma-chan took the shampoo and returned the favour, as
Akane used the soap on herself.  Akane spared a glance in the large mirror
in front of her and looked at the redhead.  She was looking back at her with
a soft smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"  She asked quietly.

"Because you're very beautiful to look upon, Akane-chan."  Ranma-chan
answered easily.

Akane turned as red as her name.  "Oh- oh yeah!  Well... you're pretty
gorgeous yourself!"  <Hah!  Take that!  Now it's your turn to feel
embarrassed.>

The redhead in the mirror grinned at her.  "I'm delighted you think so!"
she said slyly, dumping the rinse bucket of water over Akane's head.  Before
Akane had a chance to wipe the water from her eyes, a pair of warm soft lips
were pressed to her own.

"Mmph!  Hey!"  Akane sputtered as she pulled away from the grinning redhead.
  "Stop that!  We're both girls."

Ranma-chan pouted.  "Aw.  Well, if you really feel that way, I guess I'm
lucky I'm a guy too."

"You are not!"

"Sure I am, let me show you."  Ranma-chan said, as she dipped the bucket
into the bath water...
 

Two middle-aged men looked from their conversation as a scream tore through
the house.

"Well, that didn't take long."  The one wearing the head-scarf sighed.

"I suppose it was inevitable."  Soun sighed.
 

Kasumi slid open the change room door.  She heard a large splash just before
she opened the bathroom door.

"Are you alright Akane?  I heard you scream."

"Oh, I'm fine.  Ranma just... startled me, is all."  Akane said nervously,
leaning her elbows on the side of the bath to face Kasumi.

The eldest sister looked around.  "Where exactly is Ranma?"

"Oh, I um... kinda insisted h- she leave after she walked in on me.  I'm not
completely comfortable with it, at least until we get this whole fiancée
nonsense straightened out."

"That wasn't very nice of you, Akane."  Kasumi chided gently.

A couple bubbles burbled up from under Akane.  Kasumi politely ignored them.
  Akane looked down awkwardly and blushed.

"I know, Kasumi, and I'll apologise to her later, I promise.  Could I just
get back to my bath now?"

"Certainly."  Kasumi said, shutting the door.  "Would you mind changing the
water once you're through?  I think it's been sitting there long enough."

"Ok Kasumi!"  Akane called back, doing that big-sweat thing.

As soon as her sister was far enough away, Akane moved to the other end of
the tub, allowing a very male Ranma to surface.  He came up gasping great
gulps of air and clutched the side of the tub like a seasick person on a
ship.

"You... know... some people like... nearly being asphyxiated... but it just
doesn't do it for me."  Ranma gasped.  He was probable lucky Akane hadn't a
clue what he was talking about.

"Ok, I'm sorry, but I had to hide you."

"Why didn't you just splash me with cold water?"

"What for?"

"Cold water turns me female, hot water turns me male."

"How was I supposed to know that?"  Akane snapped angrily.

"Well, you might have waited for the explanation before nearly drowning me."
  Ranma sighed.  "Never mind.  I suppose the mood's been ruined now anyway."

"The mood for what?"  Akane growled, looming over him dangerously.

"Ah... nothing."  Ranma grinned sheepishly.  However, his eyes drifted down
from hers.

"Eep!"  Akane sunk abruptly down under the water and curled into a ball,
hiding all her interesting bits.  With one arm over her breasts, she slapped
him with the other one.

"Ow.  What was that for?"

"You were leering at me!"

Ranma rubbed his cheek and smiled.  "Sorry, but it's like I said before:
you're very beautiful to look upon."

Akane turned slightly redder (if that was possible) and felt less angry (if
only by a little).

"Which are you really, anyway?"  She demanded, frowning suspiciously at him.

Ranma scratched his chin.  "I'm not 'really' either one.  I already told
you, I consider myself both.  When I'm a man I act like a man, when I'm a
woman I act like a woman."

"But you weren't always like this, were you?"  Akane asked.

"No, only for the last several months.  I was born a boy."  Ranma then
proceeded to give her the short version of his trip to Jyusenkyo.

"...after that, we decided that I'd have to be a woman among women when I'm
a girl, just like I have to me a man among men when I'm a guy.  So Pop
started training me to be a woman."

Akane snorted.  "What would he know about being a woman?  How'd he propose
to train you?"

"Well, first he started off with..."
 

It was several minutes later when the change room door slammed open with a
bang that shook the house.  A hastily dressed Akane, with her hair still
damp, stormed into the living room and locked eyes with Genma.  The
expression of pure hatred and malice made Genma wonder if he should have
been sitting somewhere safer, like on top of an live nuclear warhead.

Soun, having never seen his frequently angry daughter this incensed in her
entire life, did the sensible thing and scrambled out of her path as she
lunged at his friend.

Akane grabbed Genma by the collar of his worn gi and slammed him against the
wall, while her father and elder sisters looked on in shock.

"You're Genma Saotome?"  she asked, having never seen him in person before.

Genma gulped and nodded.

Akane's scowl deepened.  "Get out of my house.  Now."

"Akane!"  Kasumi cried, horrified.

"Forget hospitality, oneechan.  This... _thing_ doesn't deserve the common
courtesy of being allowed to breath, much less to defile our home with his
presence."

"Akane!  What's gotten into you?"  Soun snapped.

"I'm kind of curious about that myself, young lady."  Genma frowned at her,
but did nothing about her grip on him... for the moment.

Akane's cold gaze swiveled back to him, sending a chill up his spine.
"Ranma's been telling me about his training."  She said simply.

That took the wind out of Genma's sails pretty quickly.

"Don't you mean 'her' training, Akane?"  Nabiki asked.

Soun interrupted her.  "Akane, let him go!  Genma is my oldest friend!"

Akane shoved Genma away in disgust.  "Then _you_ throw him out Daddy.  Make
him leave right now, or I'll just throw him over the wall."

"Akane, what's this about?"

She looked at the floor.  "I won't say.  It's unspeakable.  Daddy, trust me
when I say that if I told you, you'd never allow your daughters to sleep
under the same roof as this monster.  If you love me at all, if you love any
of us, you'll send him away."  Akane was very near tears as she finished.

Soun looked at her carefully, then turned to his friend sadly.  "Oh Saotome,
my old friend.  What am I to say to that?  I love my daughters more than
life itself, and I can't say no to a demand like that.  I'm sure whatever
this is some kind of misunderstanding, but until I can sort it out, I think
it would be best if you left.  Please forgive me, my friend."

Genma looked as Soun for a long time, then nodded.  "I understand Tendo.
Please don't be so hard on your daughter.  She has a valid reason for being
upset."   He turned to Akane.  "Thank you for not mentioning specifically
the reasons for this.  I would much prefer my old friend remember me as I
was when we trained together, not how far I have fallen.  I'll collect Ranma
and we'll be on our way shortly."

"No!"  Akane snapped.  "Ranma stays here, where we can protect him from
you."

Genma blinked in surprise.  "If... if that's how you feel, then I won't
argue.  Perhaps, if he stays, then the honor agreement between our houses
stands a chance of being fulfilled."

He walked to the door and turned sadly to bow to Soun, and then Kasumi.
"Thank you for your hospitality, however brief."

And with no more words, Genma left the Tendo home forever, leaving his only
son in their care.

Soun, true to form, burst into tears, and Kasumi lead him gently away to his
room for a lie down.

Ranma came running into the room, tightening his belt as he did.  "What's
going on, Akane?  Why'd you rush out?"

"Who's this?"  Nabiki asked as Kasumi returned.

Akane sighed.  "May I introduce you to Ranma Saotome."

Ranma chuckled at the surprised looks of the two other girls and put a hand
behind his head in mild embarrassment.  "Sorry about this."

***

Kasumi entered her father's room to check on him.  "How are you holding up,
Father?"  She asked gently.

"A bit better, Kasumi-chan."  He sniffed, sitting on his futon.  "I can't
believe my best friend returns after almost two decades and is banished from
my home in a matter of hours.  It's not fair."

Kasumi knelt behind him and rubbed his shoulders.  "Maybe we can clear
things up and invite him back later.  He seemed like a nice enough man to
me."  Kasumi offered.

Soun gratefully accepted the shoulder massage.  "I hope so Kasumi-chan.  I
truly hope so."  His voice was still dejected, she noticed.

"Would you like me to make you feel better, Father?"  She asked, smiling
serenely.

Soun couldn't help but smile at his favorite daughter's enthusiasm.  "That
would be wonderful, Kasumi-chan."

Kasumi beamed and slid her hands into his gi and downward.  She carefully
undid the ties at his waist and pushed him down into a lying position.
Pulling his growing cock out of his pants she licked it gently, running her
tongue down to his balls and taking them into her mouth, humming softly.  As
Soun gave a content sigh, she licked her way back up his now rock-hard
member and slipped it between her lips.

It had taken her a while to learn how to get all of it down her throat, but
it made her father happy, which of course made her happy, and it was fun in
and of itself as well.  She felt his hand upon her bottom and scooted
closer, making it easier for him to lift her skirt and rub her sex through
her panties.  Kasumi moaned around the cock she pumped in and out of her
throat.  The panties were soon gone and she felt him lift her hips off the
ground as he placed her pussy above his head.  She squirmed in delight as he
began running his tongue up and down her sex lips, with occasional visits to
her swelling clit.  She loved the way his mustache tickled her.

It wasn't long before he pushed her up again and guided her to sit in his
lap, turned around again to face him.  Hissing quietly as his hard cock slid
slowly up her channel, she kissed him deeply as he worked at the buttons of
her dress.  Soon he had her tits free and was sucking on one while he
fondled the other.  He bounced her up and down on his hard cock, bringing
them both closer to orgasm.  As Kasumi reached nirvana, he kissed her
fiercely to silence her cries.  After all, it wouldn't do to have Kasumi's
younger sisters find out about this.  They were a little more worldly and
watched a lot more TV.  Soun truthfully had no idea if Kasumi knew whether
or not what they did together sometimes was unacceptable by the standards of
society.  He knew all it would take was one look of regret and shame from
her to render him impotent in her presence for the rest of his life.  If
what they did hurt her in any way, he would never consider it, but that
wasn't how she saw it.

Kasumi loved her family more than anything, and making them happy was her
mission in life.  Though to be perfectly fair, she had a selfish love for
sex as well.  She was a woman inside, after all.

So it was that Soun felt no guilt as he pulled his cock out of his eldest
daughter's juicing pussy and shot his load into her face.  One only had to
see the hungry look in her eyes as she eagerly licked his semen from his
cock to know that she felt no guilt either.

***
 

Akane stood out on the balcony, thinking about her decision to keep Ranma
here.  The whole engagement thing still irked her a bit, but she would bear
it to keep Ranma safe.  She was going to have to teach him some things.  He
seemed to see nothing wrong with the incestuous relationship his father had
tricked him into.  Perhaps it was better to be ignorant and happy then to
understand just how badly his own father had betrayed him.

She shook her head.  No, he had to know, if only to understand why he had to
stop behaving the way he was.  As a girl, 'she' saw no value in her
chastity, and freely offered her body to anyone who expressed an interest.
That behavior _had_ to be curbed.  He had to understand that no one would
respect him (or her) if she acted like a whore.

Yes, it was good that Ranma was here, part of a healthy, normal family.

Akane looked up at the stars just beginning to shine as she heard her father
cry out elsewhere in the house.  She sighed tiredly.  <Doesn't he ever get
tired of crying over everything?>  she wondered.  <He's so embarrassing
sometimes.>
 

*** End Part One ***

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I'm finishing this on Dec 23, 2000.  Nothing like fathers fucking their
daughters (cursed or otherwise) to put you in the Christmas spirit, eh? ^_^;
I'm going to church tomorrow for the Christmas service, so I'm going to make
a point of begging the Lord to forgive me for writing this sick trash.  I
know there's worse out there, but this is a new low for me (sigh).

And guess what!  I'm planning a sequel.  There goes a New Year's resolution
right off the bat.  ^_^

Coming to you in 2001 (probably late March, but who knows) Ultimate Betrayal
II: The Wrongness Continues.

 Will Akane change Ranma, or will Ranma change Akane?
 Will the fat panda ever get more of the slutty redhead?
 Will Ranma get a chance to show what he learned under the most famous
lesbian pimpette in fanficdom?
 Will Kasumi share with her sisters her dark secret?

We'll see you there!

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