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 (or girl; 21st century and all, right?), 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.

This one starts with more plot nearer the beginning.  Bear with it.

Anyway, on with it!

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Akane looked once again at the entrance to Dr. Tofu's clinic.  She'd been
standing here for several minutes already, working up the courage to go in.
Eventually, she steeled herself and pushed open the door.

"Well hello Akane, what brings you here today?  You don't seem to be
injured."  The Doctor's warm smile set her at ease, just as it always did.
She smiled sadly, back at him.

"No, I'm alright.  I just wanted to ask if you still offered counseling
services as well as medical treatment."

Dr. Tofu nodded with a concerned expression and gestured her towards one of
the chairs across from his desk.  "Of course, Akane.  What can I help you
with?"

Akane blinked as she sat down.  "Oh no, I don't mean me.  It's my... friend
that has the problem."

Tofu looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I mean it.  It's my friend who has the problem, but she doesn't seem to
see it as a problem, and I think that's really... well, dangerous!  And I
don't really know how to talk to her about it, not so she'll listen, at
least."

"I see."  Tofu said, leaning back.  "What exactly is the problem?"

Akane seemed to be studying her slippered feet as though they held the
secret to the universe, or at the very least, a way to explain Ranma.
"Well... she thinks... that is.... she's sort of..."

"Akane I can't help you or your friend if you can't tell me what's wrong."
Tofu said patiently.

"She's a total slut!"  Akane cried.

Tofu blinked.  "This is your _friend_ we're talking about, right?"

Akane turned red.  "I-I'm sorry.  Maybe I should start from the beginning.
My father's old training buddy showed up about a week ago, and brought
his... daughter with him.  Apparently, our fathers made some agreement about
marrying their children to unite their families way back before any of us
were born.  Obviously with their being no boys in either of our families
there's a problem with that, but she didn't seem to mind much.  She started
flirting with me a bit and even kissed me when we took a bath together.
There were some other things she did which were... brazen is the kindest
word I can think of."

The good doctor needed every bit of his self-control to keep from snickering
at Akane's raging blush as she recalled those events.  He guessed he was
going to have repeat his 'there's nothing wrong with lesbianism' speech
again.  It looked like she needed more help dealing with this then her
friend.

"But while I was trying to get an explanation of why she would act so...
eager, she told me about how her father raised her alone, training in
temples and forests all across the Asian continent.  Apparently several
months ago he started training her to be more 'like a girl' as he put it.
He was really teaching her how to be a whore!  He tricked her into having
sex with him repeatedly!  Then he sold her body to other men for hotel fees!
And even that wasn't enough!  Apparently he sold her to this whorehouse in
Hong Kong for a whole month!"

Tofu looked shocked.  "That's... that's..."

"Disgusting!  I know.  I managed to get Dad to throw Mr. Saotome (that's his
friend) out of the house, but I insisted Ranma stay with us rather than go
back with her father.  She's staying with us now, but she didn't thank me
for it.  She misses her father, even doing _that_ with him, and she wants to
go back to the whorehouse!"

Akane was near tears now as she got up and kneeled by his chair, clutching
his gi.  "Oh Dr. Tofu, you have to help me with her!"

"I... ah... of course Akane.  Send her by and I'll do what I can."

She looked up at him with shining eyes.  "Oh thank you, Dr. Tofu."

***

Akane made sure her eyes were dry before she walked out of the clinic.
Ranma-chan was waiting by the road.

"So, you finish whatever you had to do?"  The redhead asked.

"Yep!  Oh, I told Dr. Tofu to add you to our family's medical plan.  He said
he wants you to come in for... a physical... soon, so he can start a medical
file on you.  Do you have any records elsewhere?  I didn't think you would,
running around in the woods with your...father all these years."

"No, I guess I don't, other than my birth certificate, of course."

Akane began to sweat.  That certificate would have a resounding "M" in the
blank for "sex".  That would be hard to explain to Dr. Tofu.  Akane looked
around to find Ranma-chan walking behind her with a grin on her face, her
eyes focusing below Akane's waist.

Maybe she could convince him the "M" stood for "More please".

"Would you quit staring at my behind!  It's very unsettling!"  She snapped.
'His father did this to her (er, him) it's not his fault!  It's not his
fault!  Don't hit him, 'cause its not his fault.'

Ranma-chan shrugged and caught up to her.  "If you like, your eyes are more
than beautiful enough to keep my attention."  She said with a roguish grin.

Akane blushed.  She did that a lot in her semi-fiancé's presence.  "Do you
have to keep talking like that?  We're both girls!"

Ranma-chan shrugged and pulled out a thermos.  "I told you, I'm the same
person no matter which body I'm in."  She poured the warm water over her
head.  "And you still have pretty eyes."  He grinned at her as he shook the
water from his hair.

Akane turned away from him to hide her blush (not that it worked) and
continued on their way to school.
"Oh yeah, since you seem so comfortable as a girl, I told Dr. Tofu you were
a real one, so make sure you're in the right body when you go."

"No problem.  I never did get into that M&M stuff.  I always thought there
should be at least one girl present when ya do it.  I'd rather go as a girl
than be a man for a physical.  'Turn your head, cough, bend over, relax'."

"Dr. Tofu doesn't do physicals like that!"  Akane cried.  "You've got such a
dirty mind!  It's just a medical examination, no one's going to be doing
anything sexual in there."

"Bet you you're wrong."

"That's a bet you'd lose.  There's no chance."

"Ok.  I bet you one kiss that some sort of sexual activity occurs during my
exam.  And no little peck either.  Full tongue, for at least a minute, body
of your choice, deal?"

Secretly, Akane wished Nabiki were here.  Gambling was more her thing.  But
she knew Dr. Tofu.  He was a good, upstanding man.  He would never take
advantage of a patient like that.  Ranma, on the other hand...

"Only if you agree that he has to willingly participate.  It wouldn't be
fair if you just grabbed his butt or something."

"Wouldn't be any fun otherwise."

"And if I win, you have to stop hitting on me in girl form, especially in
public!"

"For a week."  Ranma responded.

"No, forever."

"I get one minute if I win, you get half my lifetime if I lose?  How fair is
that?"

Akane thought about it.  It might be all right if she could just get 'her'
into the habit.  "Alright, one week."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

They shook hands.  Ranma turned to continue on to school, but didn't release
her hand, moving it to his other hand so they could walk side-by-side.
Akane sighed.  She just didn't have the energy to fight him any more this
morning.  She could bear holding his hand for a bit.
 

Akane changed her mind shortly after arriving at school.  Nearly 50 jaws of
50 boys gathered for the daily assault on Akane hit the ground with an
earth-shaking WHUD.  Then came the questions, opinions, and of course, wild
assumptions.

"Akane's holding hands with that guy?"
"Is he her boyfriend?"
"Did he beat her in combat or what?"
"Oh God!  Why do you hate me so?  To take Akane away like this?"
"Should we jump him?"
"I dunno, he might have beaten Akane, so that might really hurt."
"It always hurts anyway."
"Good point."
"Think they're doing it?"
"Oh God!  To be that close to Akane, to feel her soft skin next to mine..."
"The guy that won Akane, huh?  Bet he's hung like a horse."
"Bet I'm bigger than he is!"
"Why don't you go ask him and find out?"
"I want to ask him if she spits or swallows."

That was about Akane's limit.  Dropping Ranma's hand, _she_ attacked _them_
for a change.  Several of them attempted to flee, but all eventually were
crushed underneath her fists, her feet, and the frequently thrown body of
the 'spits or swallows' guy.

Ranma blanched a little at the level of violence.  He remembered Madame
Lao's lessons to him once he confessed his curse and general ignorance of
how women think.  'There's nothing more frightening than an irate and
insulted woman on a rampage, but that doesn't mean she's not a nice person
deep down.  Don't get scared off.'

When Akane finished, she really wasn't in the mood to help Ranma register,
being soured on males in general for at least an hour.  She stomped into the
school, not even noticing the Blue Thunder of Fuurinkan High cowering behind
the entrance pillar.

Once she was gone, Kunou gathered himself.  He congratulating himself on
tactfully stepping aside upon realizing that she would rather be wooed at a
later time, after having some more time to daydream of him and bemoan that
the crude louts she had just routed were not more like his noble self.

However, there was still the matter of this interloper who mistakenly deemed
himself worthy to hold the hand of the fair Akane Tendou.

"You there!"  He cried, brandishing his bokken and blocking Ranma's path.
"What business have you with my fair tigress of the hunt, Akane Tendou?"

Ranma cocked his head and looked at the new figure.  "I assume you want to
know the same things the others outside wanted to know."

Kunou switched to a haughtier pose then his previous one.  "Loath as I am to
be compared in any way to such bottom feeders, I shall not deny it."

Ranma blinked.  "So... 'yes' then?"

Kunou frowned.  "Yes."

Ranma took a big breath and started counting off on his fingers.  "Okay.  1:
yes, I was holding her hand.  2: I'm her fiancé, not her boyfriend.  Name's
Ranma Saotome.  3: I did beat her in a sparring match yesterday (though I
have no idea why you would care).  4: Yes, fighting me would probably hurt
you a lot.  5: we are not doing 'it' yet, but I'm working on it.  6: Yes,
her skin is very soft.  At least it seemed so to me in the bath yesterday.
7: I won't tell you how big my penis is, but I do think that my name, 'Wild
Horse' suits me well.  8: I'm not interested in who has the bigger shlong,
so don't ask me to unzip and compare.  9: Like I said, I've got no idea
whether she spits or swallows at this point, but I'll let you know.  Spits
would be my guess; she seems a bit uptight about that sort of thing.
"Now if you'll excuse me Senpai, I've really got to register and then get to
class."  Ranma said as he walked by the stunned Kendoist.

Kunou remained frozen in his last pose for several minutes before he managed
to croak the words.  "That was... a trifle more information then I
required."

Since most of Ranma's list resulted in either distracting fantasies or
nausea, he concentrated on the second item, which his brain was able to
process.

"F-fiancé!  I, Tatewake Kunou, shall not allow it!" and the Blue Thunder
stormed (hee hee, 'stormed'^_^) off into the school.

***

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Dear Madame Lao,
 It's me, Ranma.  I'm sorry about my father kidnapping me away from you and
all, I really didn't have much say in the matter.  He filled the room I was
entertaining in with some kind of knockout gas and I woke up on a boat home
to Japan.  How the deadbeat managed to score himself knockout gas is
anyone's guess.
 I'd intended to club the jerk over the head immediately and make my way
back to you and the Dream of Jade, but it occurred to me (after clubbing
him) that I had no money for a return passage.  Of course, a 'girl' in my
profession never has to look far for some quick cash, but I view rolling
around with a few stinking, disease-ridden sailors as a last, desperate
resort.  Heh, I guess I've been spoiled on the elite clientele at the Dream
of Jade, huh?
 More than that though, Pop mentioned something about possibly meeting my
mother... maybe... perhaps... if circumstances allow.  Obviously he's lying
through his teeth, but that he'd even try it tells me one thing: my mother
is alive.  If I can trick him into dropping her address, phone number --
hell, even her name, then I think it's worth the delay.  As I told you
before, I don't even know how old I was when I left home with Pop, probably
around four.  If I have a mother out there, I really want to meet her.
 Anyway, that was my first reason for not coming back right away, and I'm
still working that angle, but when we finally arrived where we were going in
Japan, the home of Pop's old training buddy, I got another surprise.
Apparently, I'm engaged.
 She's this real cute girl about my age, but she's got this incredible
temper, and pride to spare.  Her name's Akane.  She's a real prude, by our
standards, but I think I'm getting through to her, bit by bit.  The first
thing she did when I told her about Pop's 'girl training' was get her father
to permanently banish the old fart from their house.  A mark in her favour,
right off the bat.  Not that I don't miss Pop.
 I want to try and loosen her up a bit.  She seems angry and upset most of
the time, and she needs to learn how to relax and have fun.  I'm hoping I
can teach her at least a little of what you taught me.
 And did I mention she's a hottie?  All those martial arts she does have
given her a lean, hard body.  Not as good as mine, but you know, a nice
package all together.
 I think that, before I can come back, I'm going to have to sort out exactly
how I feel about this girl that I was engaged to.  I truly have no idea how
things will pan out.  Will I stay here, get married, and live happily ever
after?  Or will I come home to you with a new sister to the fold, so to
speak?
 Until things run their course, I can't return to you, and I'm truly sorry
for that, Madame Lao.  Please don't search for me.  I'll keep sending
letters now and then to let you know how I'm doing, but just like this one,
they'll have no return address.

      All my love to you and the girls,
        Ranma.

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Madame Lao carefully placed the letter down on her desk.  She looked down at
it for a few minutes and sighed.

"Sorry Little Red, but it just doesn't work that way.  No matter how sincere
you are, you're still my property, and only _I_ say if you stay or go."

She stabbed at a button built into the desk with a finger.  "Get me Eiji."

There was no response, it wasn't needed.  If her will wasn't done,
incredible suffering was usually the result.  There are some offices where
you just don't risk a coffee break.

A lean and slightly seedy looking Japanese man entered her office and bowed
deeply.  "How may I serve you, Madame?"

"I need you to go to Japan.  One of my sheep has strayed from the flock.
You remember Little Red?"

"I was wondering why she wasn't around lately."

Madame Lao nodded grimly.  "She's been rather clever about exactly where she
is," she said, hefting the letter, "But she forgot the postmark.  She's in
Tokyo somewhere, living with a family who practice martial arts, probably
has a dojo on the property.  A 16-year old daughter named Akane.  That's all
you have to work with."

"Hmm.  This might take a while then.  There are quite a lot of dojos in the
greater Tokyo area."  Eiji said, stroking his chin.

"Just find her."  Madame Lao snapped.  "She's worth the effort."

Eiji bowed smartly and left.

Lao let her stern façade fall as she picked up the letter again and sighed.

"Oh yes, Little Red, you are more than worth it... to me."

***

Dr. Tofu pushed up his glasses and looked again at his newest patient.  The
redhead certainly was a cute little thing, and he could see how her father
might have been tempted.  Not that he approved, of course.

"So Doc, where shall we start the physical?"

"Physical?"

Ranma-chan blinked (adorably, of course).  "Akane said you wanted to start a
medical file on me since I moved in with the Tendous.  Don't you need a
physical for that?  You need to be able to compare the healthy me," and here
she leaned forward on her hands, thrusting her breasts forward in a motion
that could easily be mistaken for inadvertent, "to when I come in to see you
sick, right?"

Dr. Tofu began to sweat.  He silently cursed Akane's ill thought-out excuse.
  You don't send a nymphomaniac for counseling and then ask her to take off
her clothes.

"Yes, of course.  Please lie down on the table facedown."

Ranma-chan nodded with a cute smile, and turning over, lowered her body
slowly to the table with a cat-like stretch.

Tofu was sweating bullets as he worked his fingers down her back, checking
her spinal alignment.  He had made his way down to her waist when her
shapely posterior began to bounce slightly.

"Er... could you hold still please?"

"Oh, sorry Doctor.  I was just getting a bit bored."  Ranma cooed in a
silken tone, just a few shades short of blatantly seductive.

Tofu forced himself to focus on the real reason for this appointment.  "So,
Ranma, Akane's been telling me a bit about you.  I think she's really
worried about you."

"Oh, how come?"

"Well, please don't get angry, but she told me something about your
relationship with your father.  She wanted to see if I could help you deal
with it."

"I'm not angry.  I think it's really sweet of her to worry about me like
that.  I suppose I am a bit lonely without Pop around."

"Er... you do know that what... you and father used to... do together isn't
very socially acceptable, right?"

"Oh sure.  I wasn't certain at first, being raised on the road with just Pop
to talk to, but that was one of the first things Madame Lao taught me."

"Madame Lao?"

"You've never heard of her?  She's the owner of The Dream of Jade, the
largest and most reputable pleasure house in Hong Kong."

"I don't usually... move in those circles."  Tofu muttered.

"More's the pity.  Anyway, she really taught me a lot.  Not just about sex
and seduction, but about understanding people.  And, for the month I was
there, the best scholastic education I've ever had in my life.  If I'd
stayed, I probably would have been ready to enter University a year ahead of
Akane, even with all the school I missed growing up."

"Impressive."  Tofu said as he rolled her over to begin the frontal exam.

"Aren't they?"  Ranma-chan said, a glint of mirth in her eye.

"Er... I meant getting that good an education in a whorehouse."

Ranma-chan frowned.  "Please don't call it that.  Whorehouses are horrible
places down on the docks where smelly sailors can rut like pigs for a bit of
cash.  The Dream of Jade is more like a Geisha house, and Madame Lao takes
_very_ good care of her girls.  We're like family."

"How... nice.  Would you stop that please?"  Tofu stammered as her foot
began to rub up and down his thigh.

Ranma-chan giggled.  "Sorry, nervous habit."

'Nervous my ass.' Tofu thought with irritation.  'I'm the one getting
nervous here, and she hasn't even undressed yet!'

It was destined to be a very _loooong_ physical for the good doctor.

***

Akane waited patiently in Dr. Tofu's waiting room.  The bet was a good idea,
she told herself.  Ranma had to get to know some decent men, if only to
realize that they existed.  All she knew before were her sick pervert of a
father and the customers at the whorehouse he sold her to.  Akane'd known
Dr. Tofu almost her whole life, and he'd always been a sweet, kind, and
decent man.  That's probably why she loved him.

Okay, so maybe it was just a crush.  She still cared for him more than any
man, with the possible exception of her Daddy (mind you, Dr. Tofu wasn't
known for embarrassing her by breaking into pathetic sobs for the silliest
reasons).

Ranma was supposed to be a man anyway.  Dr. Tofu would be a good role model
for him.

Akane looked up as Ranma-chan came out and closed the sliding door behind
her.

"So, how did it go?"  Akane asked slyly.  "Didn't get anywhere, did you?"
She chose her words carefully, as there was an old lady reading on the other
side of the room as she waited for her 4:15 appointment.

Ranma-chan gave her a triumphant smile, and moved her tongue about in her
mouth.  A gob of some thick, white fluid dribbled out of the corner of her
mouth and down her chin.

Akane's eyes widened with horror as Ranma-chan swept the big drip back into
her mouth with a finger, leaving her innocent face as clean as before.  The
smirking redhead was just about to swallow with relish, when Akane's palm
cracked across her cheek.

Ranma-chan eyes widened with dread as the large escaped gob of sperm flew
across the room to land on the cheek of the little old lady reading the
magazine. The old woman didn't seem to notice.  Ranma-chan briefly thanked
whatever god was listening for that old crone's leathery skin.

Her attention was brought back to Akane as the girl burst into tears and
fled the clinic.

"Akane..."  Ranma-chan moved to stop her, but the sobbing girl was already
out in the street.

Ranma-chan looked miserably after her reluctant fiancée.

"What have I done?"
 

Dr. Tofu had ten minutes after Ranma left before Mrs. Suzuki had her
appointment.  He spent one zipping up and making himself more presentable;
eight banging his head against his desk and cursing himself for his
weakness; 10 seconds grinning sheepishly and wondering if it was really so
bad; and then the last 50 seconds banging his head on his desk again and
telling himself that it most certainly was!  He'd straightened himself up
and put on a pleasant smile as he went out to usher the elderly lady into
his office.

Mrs. Suzuki was quite surprised when the young doctor's eyes bugged all the
way out of his lenses when he glanced at what was on her cheek, recognized
it, and promptly feinted.

She poked him with her cane.  "Come on now sonny boy, what kind of doctor
are you, feinting like that?  You need more protein in your diet, boy.
That's what keeps this old lady going strong!"

***

Kasumi poked her head out of her kitchen as she heard the front door slam.
Akane ran sobbing past her without so much as a hello.  Kasumi winced as the
house shook a moment later with the slamming of Akane's bedroom door.

Nabiki stuck her head into the hall from the living room, eyebrow raised,
and a potato chip in her mouth.  "What was that all about Sis?"

"I've no idea Nabiki.  Akane seems very upset about somethi-- oh hello
Ranma."  She said as she greeted the morose-looking redhead who came in
quietly.  "Welcome home."

"Hi Kasumi."  Ranma-chan said sadly.  She looked from Kasumi's concerned
face to Nabiki's curious one.  "Do you think I could talk to the two of you
for a minute?"

"Of course, Ranma."  Kasumi said, walking into the living room.

"This should be interesting."  Nabiki commented, setting aside the manga
she'd been reading as the other two sat down at the table.

Ranma-chan fidgeted.  "I think I just made a huge mistake."

"So I gathered."  Nabiki said wryly.

"Nabiki, hush!"  Kasumi chided.  "Go on, Ranma."

Ranma-chan wondered if she should tell them everything.  A glance at
Nabiki's somewhat shark-like expression told her otherwise.

"I need you to tell me about Akane's... relationship with Dr. Tofu."

Kasumi put a hand to her cheek in surprise.  "Oh my!  Were Akane and Dr.
Tofu dating?"

"Er... I don't think so.  I mean I want you to tell me about Dr. Tofu, and
more importantly, how Akane sees him."

"Well, Dr. Tofu is such a nice man.  When Akane was little, I used to take
her to see him all the time when she hurt herself fighting at school.  She
really liked going to see him.  Usually she was still pouting or crying when
I brought her in, but he always cheered her up right away.  He's a very good
doctor."

Ranma-chan nodded, thinking about this information, and trying to fit it
into the picture that had made Akane cry earlier that day.

"More to the point, Sis; Akane has had a crush on the Doc for as long as I
can remember."  Nabiki put in wryly.

"Really?"  Kasumi said, as Ranma-chan raised an eyebrow.

"Yep.  I think she's more or less become satisfied with the idea of having
him for a brother-in-law though."  The middle Tendo grinned.

"Whatever do you mean Nabiki?"  Kasumi asked, so sweetly it made you wonder
if she was really as oblivious as she acted.

"Never mind."  Nabiki sighed, her opportunity for teasing lost.  Getting a
rise out of Kasumi was like eating soup with a fork.

Ranma-chan crossed her arms and thought.  Jealousy?  No, something deeper.
Jealousy would have just made her mad.  Akane had acted like Ranma had
reached down into her and broken something important.  After much
consideration, it hit her like a bolt out of the blue.

"Pig-tailed-girl!  I Love Yo-"  *THWACK* *TOSS* No, not the Blue Thunder.
We'll get to him later. ^_^ (Sorry, but this was getting too serious).

Ranma-chan had proved Akane's hero to be merely human, and in the process,
shattered a piece of her innocence.

She got up from the table.
"Thank you both.  I think I know what's going on now."

Nabiki and Kasumi looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to what
they'd been doing.
 

Akane ignored the knock on her door, as she buried her face in her pillow.
It repeated itself.

"Leave me alone, Kasumi!"

"Akane, it's me."  Ranma's female voice said softly.

"Go away!"

There was a long pause, as Ranma-chan considered whether or not to obey,
then the door opened.

"Get out!"

"Akane, I came to apologise."

"What?"

"I'm sorry.  I had no idea what Dr. Tofu meant to you."  'she' came and sat
down on the edge of Akane's bed.  When she turned to glare at the redhead,
Akane was surprised to see very real pain and regret in those deep blue
eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You really looked up to him didn't you?  Then I go and make him look like a
scumbag."

Akane buried her face in the pillow again.  "I can't believe I trusted him!"

"Why not?  He's a very decent sort of person."

"He's just a perverted jerk, like all the other boys!  I thought he was
different."

"He is.  He's not a pervert, or a jerk.  But he _is_ a man, and that means
he can be tempted into making a mistake.  Which is what I did."

Ranma-chan began to gently rub the crying girl's back in a soothing manner.
It triggered a hidden memory in Akane's mind.  A long forgotten sensation of
her mother doing the same when she cried.  She said nothing and let
Ranma-chan continue.

"When I stayed with Madame Lao, at the Dream of Jade, She taught me a lot of
things.  About people, how they think, and techniques of seduction that make
even the most innocent of actions seem erotic.  They're so subtle, that
someone may not even be aware that they're being seduced.  That's why it
works.  If I'd asked the good Dr. if he wanted me to suck his dick from the
start, he would have turned me down flat and probably asked you to come in
for the rest of my physical.  He would have taken steps to make _sure_ that
I didn't seduce him.  But he never noticed until it was much too late.  I
tricked him, Akane.  So if you're going to be made at someone, be mad at
me."

"I AM mad at you."  Akane pouted, sitting up.

Ranma-chan chuckled.  "Well good.  Just so long as you don't stay that way.
I never meant for you to get hurt by this, Akane.  I just thought it was a
game.  I'm so sorry I made you cry."

Ranma-chan embraced Akane while she sniffled into the redhead's shoulder.

"I suppose you want your kiss now."  She said bitterly.

Ranma-chan shook her head.  "Forget about it.  As much as I would have
enjoyed being kissed by such a beautiful girl, it wouldn't be worth watching
you cry."

"<Sniff> Can't stand to see a woman in tears, huh?"

"Yep.  See, I'm a guy after all."

Akane giggled, and Ranma-chan laughed with her.

They held each other until it occurred to Akane that the girl embracing her
was her fiancé.  She gently pushed Ranma-chan away and bid her goodnight.

***

Soun knocked on the door of the run-down, dirt-cheap apartment complex.
Kasumi waited a few steps behind him, looking around.  <This place is so...
so... not nice.>  she thought to herself, the word 'shithole' not being in
her vocabulary.
 

It had been two days ago that Genma had approached Kasumi in the
marketplace, when she was alone, to give her his current address.

"I know I'm not welcome in your home Kasumi-chan, but Ranma is still my...
child.  It may be that something will occur that he needs his father for, or
my old friend Soun may wish to speak with me.  In any case, I thought there
should be a way for you to contact me if it becomes necessary."  He'd said
as he handed her the small folded piece of paper.

"Of course, Saotome-san.  That's very responsible of you.  Don't worry.  I'm
sure everything will turn out eventually.  Father really wants to see you,
and Ranma-chan misses you too.  Once everything is settled, I'm sure we'll
be able to welcome you into our home."

Genma bowed respectfully to the young woman.  "Thank you for your kindness.
I hope you are correct.  If I am fortunate, I will see you again,
Kasumi-chan."  He smiled.  "I remember you when you were just learning to
walk; you've grown into such a beauty.  Ah well, I suppose I must say
goodbye."

"Goodbye Saotome-san."  Kasumi said, smiling sweetly.
 

When she had a moment alone with Father, she told him about Genma, and gave
him the note with his friend's new address.  And that was how she found
herself here, in the closest thing Tokyo probably had to a slum.

The door opened, and a weary Genma stuck his head out.  "I told you payday
is this Friday for me!  You'll get your money then!  Oh, Tendo!  Pardon me.
And Kasumi-chan too!  What brings you to this miserable place?"

Soun forced a smile onto his face.  Genma had money troubles?  He wished he
could help, but Nabiki frequently assured him that the Dojo was only
scraping by.  "Saotome, my old friend! So this is where you've hidden
yourself."

Genma grinned ruefully.  "Not much, is it?  I usually make do with a tent,
but that means moving around with no fixed address.  How would Ranma find me
if he needed his father?"

"Or I if I needed my friend."  Soun said.

Genma grinned.  "As you say.  I'd offer you a drink, but I've no beer, and I
wouldn't advise drinking the tap water.  Its brown."

"Then let's go out, my friend.  We have much to talk about, and drinks are
on me."

Genma smiled, extremely grateful not to be treated like a leper for what
he'd done, even if Tendo didn't know yet.  "I'd like that very much, Tendo."

"I'll just wait here."  Kasumi said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I would be a bit out of place at a bar.  You two go on and have fun."

Nodding, the men turned to leave.  Genma stopped at the doorway.

"Kasumi-chan, this is not a very nice neighborhood.  Make sure the door is
locked."  He said with obvious concern in his eyes.

"Of course, Uncle Saotome."  She said as they left.  "Such a caring man.  I
can't believe he could have done anything awful enough for him to be
banished from our home."  She sighed to herself.

She looked around.  This place was a pigsty.  Well, she could fix that,
couldn't she?

***

The two fathers made their way back to Genma's apartment, wobbling a little
as they went.

"Thashhhh a damn shame, Sa'tome!  I mean, I know i'sh not very publicly
acceptable, but if Ranma-chan don' mind, then I won' hol' it against you!
It's not rape!"

"2 true Tendo, 2 true.  But it ain't exactly a good t'ing either!  I'm a bad
father!"

"...Maybe, but if you are, zat makes two of ush."

"Huh?"

"Sa'tome!  Promise me you ne'er tell anybody 'bout this!"

"'Course."

"I so lonely when Kimiko died, and Kasumi, she's so beautiful!  Look's jus'
like 'er mother.  I held out until she was 17, but I couldn't take it
anymore.  I got a bit drunk one night an' wuz crying for Kimiko an' all
that.  She's such a sweetheart, Kasumi is.  She came to cheer me up.  She
let me do whate'er she thought I needed to stop missing Kimiko so bad.  Did
it again when I was sober a week later.  I think at first she just did it to
make me feel better, but then she really started to like it.  She's way too
traditional to ever _ask_ for it, but sometimes I get the feeling she's
dropping little hints for me to get into the mood.  I love my little girl.
It's been quite a while since it was Kimiko's face I see in my mind when
we're 'together' like that."

"Huh.  Say Tendo, you ever figure we took a bit more away from training with
the Master then just our skills?"

"Whatcha mean?"

"Never mind."

They'd reached the door of Genma's apartment and knocked on it.
"Kasumi-chan, it's us!"

If it hadn't been Kasumi who'd opened the door, Genma would have assumed he
was in the wrong apartment.  It was so... so... clean!  All the junk was
sorted and stacked neatly, or thrown out.  The stains on the wall that he'd
taken as permanent were gone.  The tiny kitchen _shone_!  He couldn't see a
single cockroach, no matter how hard he looked.  The carpet also appeared
vacuumed, which was odd as he knew he didn't own a vacuum.

Genma turned around and around, his mouth open with shock.  "Kasumi-chan,
you...
you..."

"Oh I'm sorry, was there something you didn't want me to touch?  I just
figured that since I was going to be here for a while anyway I might as well
make myself useful."

Genma finally found words.  "Tendo, your daughter is absolutely amazing!
WOW!  I wasn't even sure this sink was chrome, now I can see my face in it!
And we were gone less than two hours!"

Kasumi blushed at the praise.  She didn't get it often.  "Oh I didn't really
do so mu-"

"Look at all these dishes!  I thought I only had two plates!  There's like
seven or eight here!"

"Well, I found some of them behind furniture."  Kasumi murmured shyly.

Soun rubbed his chin.  "Quite so, Saotome.  You know Kasumi, I never really
noticed because our house is never allowed to grow dirty, but you go through
an awful lot of effort to keep it clean.  You truly are an amazing girl."

If Genma's praise had turned her cheeks pink, her face was scarlet now.

"Thank you, father, but stop, please."

Seeing his daughter's plight, Soun laughed and sat down at the small table
he hadn't noticed before, it having been buried under stuff.

"Holy shit!  This shower tile was WHITE?"

"Enough Saotome!  Come sit with us."

A still somewhat shocked Genma came and sat down with the rest of them.  He
bowed deeply.

"Kasumi-chan, I can't thank you enough.  This awful place has been
accumulating filth for many years before I moved in.  I'd given up on ever
making it presentable.  Now that you've brought it to this state, I'm
confident I can make a creditable attempt to keep it this way."

"You're welcome, Uncle Saotome."  Kasumi said, still blushing a bit as she
poured them tea.  Both of them were sobering up quickly, mostly due to shock
in Genma's case.

The sat around talking as the evening passed into night.  The mood became a
tad more morose, and Kasumi came to know everything that had been shared
between the two men at the bar.

"So, what do you think of me now, Kasumi?  I'm an awful father."  Genma said
glumly.

"Well, you shouldn't have lied to your son, and selling him off like that
wasn't very nice.  But you did need to keep the both of you fed.  You could
think of it as just making sure Ranma-chan earned her meals.  So don't feel
too badly.  If you were really a bad father, I don't think you would care so
much about being a bad father."

Genma sighed, but noted that Kasumi didn't count the incest as one of his
crimes. "I suppose that's one way to look at it.  Ranma never seemed to mind
too much.  In fact she really liked that big pleasure house she was at.
Heh, she pounded the crap out of me the first time I called it a
'whorehouse' when she came back.  I suppose she probably thinks I snatched
her out of there because I'd spent all the money I made selling her, but
that wasn't it.  I still had over half of it left.  Used some of it to make
the downpayment on this place as a matter of fact.  I just missed her.  Him!
  I meant him.  Well, maybe not.  She's so cute when she orgasms, and I
hadn't seen her in a whole month."

"I think I understand you Saotome." Soun said, giving Kasumi a wink.  She
blushed and smiled back at him.

"Uncle Saotome, Do you still miss 'her'?"  She asked.

"Very much so, my dear.  As my son or my lover, Ranma can always bring a
smile to my face."

Kasumi was thinking hard.  "Would you... like it if I helped you feel
better?"

Soun's eyes widened.  He'd heard that line many times before, and knew what
it meant.  Genma seemed to get the gist as well.

"Are you offering me what I think you're offering me, Kasumi-chan?"

She blushed and nodded, looking at Soun.  "If it's alright with you,
father."

Soun chuckled.  "You're such a kind girl, Kasumi.  Of course you may, as
long as you don't intend to leave your poor father out in the cold."  He
finished with a grin.

Kasumi brought a hand to her cheek.  "Oh my!  Two men at once?"  Her tone
was nervous, but the little smile that crept onto her face ruined the
effect.

"I think you can trust us both to be gentle, Kasumi.  Well Saotome?"  Soun
turned to his friend.

Genma just smiled softly.  "Your kindness knows no bounds, Kasumi-chan.
Thank you."

Saying no more, Genma leaned forward and kissed her deeply.  Kasumi moaned
into his mouth as she slipped her tongue out to battle with his.  Genma
scooped her up and carried her into the small bedroom.  Soun followed them.

Genma flipped his futon open with a foot, noting that Kasumi had rolled it
up for him.  Laying her gently down, he unbuttoned her dress, bringing her
bra-clad breasts out to play with.  They were almost as large as
Ranma-chan's, but seemed more normal on her as she was much taller than the
redhead.  After popping off the front-clasp bra, Genma gently kneaded them
in his hands as he sucked on the nipples, causing Kasumi to sigh.

While he did wish to let his friend take the lead, Soun was not idle for
long.  He slid his hands up Kasumi's skirt and caressed her smooth thighs.
Pantyhose and panties soon found themselves on the floor.  Soun flipped up
her skirt to reveal Kasumi's dripping pussy, the lips shaven clean as he
preferred her to be.  She liked it better that way too, as his mustache
tickled her clit when he licked at her lips.  Whenever he did this, some of
her juices inevitably coated his mustache, letting him smell her for some
time after they parted.  Now Soun licked his daughter's fragrant cunt from
bottom to top, stopping occasionally to nibble at her labia or clit.  Kasumi
moaned around a full mouth.

Soun looked up for a moment to see Genma had his dick out and was busy
feeding it to Kasumi.  He knelt behind her head and fed it to her upside
down, his large balls resting on her nose.  This angle also made it easy for
her to get him down her throat, and she thrilled to have him thrusting
gently in and out of it as her hands guided his hips back and forth.  She
had to control him to make sure she could breathe.

Genma couldn't last this treatment very long, and cried out as he came down
her throat.  She pulled back to get a few shots in her mouth where she could
taste it, then let some of it spurt onto her face.  As Genma wound down, she
licked at his cock like a Popsicle, getting the last drips of fluid from
him.

Not one to leave his friend sloppy seconds (this was all really for Genma's
benefit anyway) Soun rose past Kasumi's dripping cunt and sat astride her
waist.  He pushed her big tits together and slid his cock between them.  She
smiled and lashed her tongue out to lick at the head every time it came
within range.

Genma took the hint and moved to Soun's former position between Kasumi's
legs.  She bucked and moaned as he attacked her with his tongue and fingers.
  No mustache on him, but his oral skills definitely made up the difference.
  She came for him several times by the time he was hard again and slipped
easily into her drenched pussy.

Soun was the next to come, giving his daughter a pearl necklace that you
don't find in stores.  She rubbed the hot jiz into her tits like a lotion,
as Genma thrust into her.  When Soun got off of her, Genma lifted her up to
sit on his lap, bouncing her up and down as he sucked on her tits.  Soun
looked like he was about to say something but stopped himself with a
snicker.  What Genma didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Feeling Kasumi cum around his cock, Genma looked over at his friend.  Soun
was stroking his rehardened dick and looking about for a place to insert
himself.  Genma grinned at him.

"Tell me, Kasumi-chan, have you ever been fucked up the ass?"

Kasumi winced a bit at the crude language; she'd never really liked talk
like that.  "No -gasp-, never.  Is it -UUHN- fun?"

"He he, you're about to find out, my dear.  Ranma seems to like it."  Genma
said as he pulled her butt cheeks apart and grinned as Soun.

Soun hesitantly kneeled behind his bouncing daughter.  He'd never done this
with anyone, let alone her.

"Use her juices for lubricant, Tendo.  You don't want to hurt her."

Taking his friend's advice, Soun scooped up the juices flowing from his
daughter and applied them to his cock, then to her brown rosebud.  Following
Genma's directions, he pushed a finger in slowly.  Kasumi grunted.

He worked the finger in and out, then added another.  Once that was going
well, he pulled them out and lined his dick up to her back door.

"This will be like a second virginity, Kasumi." Genma warned.  "Be prepared
to stretch quite a bit, and relax those muscles as much as you can."

Soun slowly pushed his way past her sphincter, feeling the incredible
tightness surround him.

"S-slow down, father! Please!"  Kasumi gasped.

"Sorry, Kasumi.  I've no experience at this."

Eventually, with a bit of coaching from Genma, Kasumi was beginning to enjoy
her first-ever buttfuck.  Soun slid himself in and out of her asshole,
slowly building up speed.  Genma, who had been holding her still until now,
chose this moment to start fucking Kasumi again.  Soon she was bouncing up
and down on two big cocks in both her holes.  Kasumi had never felt anything
like this.  She was so full!  The men switched back and forth between
alternating strokes and thrusting in at the same time.

Kasumi came harder than she ever had in her life, and dragged the two of
them along with her.  Genma emptied what seemed like a gallon of cum into
her clenching pussy, though a great deal of it was provided by her.  Soun
fired his load into her bottom, pulling out after a moment to spurt all over
her back.

Kasumi had feinted, leaving the two men to relish their afterglow.  After a
brief scene where Soun was terrified that they'd killed her, and checked her
pulse and breathing repeatedly, the two men covered her with a blanket and
sat back to rest in the next room.

"An amazing girl you've got there, Tendo.  An amazing girl."

"Mmm. Quite.  How about yours?"

"Oh Ranma?  Well, I taught her everything I know about sex, then sent her to
others.  Do you remember the Dream of Jade?"

"That's about the only fond memory I have of training with the Master."

"Same here.  Anyway, I lent her to that place to train for a month."

"'Lent'?"

"Er... well... sold to and then recovered, might be a bit more technically
correct."

"Are you mad!  The Dream of Jade is heavily connected to at least two of the
Triads!  Mobs of Chinese thugs could be kicking down your door at any
minute!  Or MY door!"

"Oh come now Tendo, how would they find us?"

"Gee, you suppose they might guess that two Japanese might go back to
Japan?"

"Umm."

"Please tell me you and Ranma didn't use your real names."

"Well..."

"SAOTOME!"

"Now Now Tendo, calm down!  It's not like they have any reason to look for a
Saotome at the _Tendo_ dojo, is there?  This apartment is in my name.
They'll come here first, if at all.  And I'll phone you with a warning if
that one in a million chance should occur.  Ranma will leave without
complaint if it means keeping your household safe.  I've raised him to be a
very honorable sort of man."

"Seems a bit more like you raised 'him' to be a prostitute!"

"Don't start on that, please."

Their arguing was brought to a halt as Kasumi came in from the bedroom with
a small yawn, still without a stitch of clothing on her.  Both men swallowed
as they're eyes panned from her beautiful face, past her full, womanly
breasts and her smooth round hips, to the tuft of pubic hair allowed to grow
at the top of her pubis, and the smooth lips of her pouting sex, shiny with
remnants of their lovemaking.

"Father, Uncle Saotome, won't you come back inside?"  She said with a coy
smile.

The worries of the two men were instantly forgotten.

"Round two, Tendo?"

"Indeed, Saotome."  Soun said as he approached his oldest daughter, taking
both her large tits in his hands as he kissed her.  His friend moved behind
her and fondled her shapely posterior.

"This time, I get this tight little back door, hmm?"

Kasumi only moaned around her father's kiss.

"Let's move to my newly spotless shower, shall we?"

"It looked a bit on the small side to me, Saotome.  The three of us would be
a bit of a tight fit."

"Exactly, Tendo."

"Oh MY!"

***

Nabiki Tendo was standing outside the school by a tree at lunch with her
associates (what other's who didn't know her so well might call her
friends).  They were coordinating the schedule for their clients.  There
were Akemi* and Ai*, and Akane's two classmates, Yuka and Sayuri, who had
signed on with Nabiki two months ago when they discovered how much money
could be made working for her.

The discussion was interrupted when a message arrow thunked into the tree
near their heads, causing several of the girls to shriek.  Nabiki sighed,
calmly pulled the arrow out and unrolled the note.

"Who's it from Boss?"  Akemi asked.

Nabiki raised an eyebrow.  "Who do you think?"

Ai nodded.  "Only Kunou would do something so weird.  Anyone else would just
pass a note by hand, or have someone else pass it if they wanted to remain
anonymous."

Nabiki nodded and smiled.  Ai was starting to show signs of her Boss's
intelligence rubbing off on her; always an ego stroke.

"So, what's he want?"  Sayuri said, trying to lean in and peek.

"To 'meet with you in utmost secrecy in a place hidden from prying eyes and
ears...' then he goes on for about ten lines saying the same thing without
repeating himself.  You've got to admire his vocabulary if nothing else."

"What else is there?"  Akemi laughed.  The rest of the girls giggled with
her.

Nabiki read on.  "He wants me to go to such-and-such location, where a clue
will be waiting to lead me to the next checkpoint."

"Sounds like he wants to lead you on a long, stupid chase around town before
you finally talk to him."  Ai muttered.

Nabiki snorted.  "Like I have time for that!  On the other hand, if he's
this concerned about secrecy, whatever he wants has *got* to be juicy!"

"You're not actually going to follow that wild goose chase he's set up, are
you?"  Akemi asked.

"Of course not.  SASUKE!"

The girls blinked.

"COME ON OUT SASUKE!  I KNOW YOU HAVE TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE!  KUNOU COULDN'T
HIT THE BROAD SIDE OF THE SCHOOL WITH A BOW!"

A small burgundy blur flashed into sight at her feet, sending the rest of
the girls scrambling back in shock.

Nabiki didn't bother with greetings.  "Okay, I know you probably set this
whole scavenger hunt up for him, so where's the last stop, and what time
should I be there?"

"I really don't think I should say.  Master Kunou was quite insistent that-"

"Tell me now or I won't be bothered to go at all.  What would your master
think of that?"

The diminutive ninja sighed.  "The Kunou estate, 7:30pm."

Nabiki smiled.  "I'll be there.  And if he ever tries to get me to do
something stupid like this again, I expect you to just give it to me
straight.  My time is valuable, and I won't waste it for stupid games,
understand?"

"Yes, Miss Tendo.  That would save me a lot of extra work as well.  Farewell
then."  He said simply and vanished into the tree branches.

Nabiki watched the branches carefully, waiting until she saw one branch
spring down in a way not accountable by the wind.  "He's gone.  Now, let's
get back to the rest of the scheduling.  Akemi, you're handling Ryusuke and
then Kenji tonight.  Ai has the Toyotomi brothers.  Yuka and Sayuri, how do
you feel about going after Hiroshi and Daisuke as a pair?"

"No Problem."

"Okay then.  Meet back here tomorrow with their money, same time."

"Right Boss!"  All four said simultaneously.
 

* Akemi and Ai: No relation to any other anime characters of similar name.
These are Nabiki's two cohorts in the series.  I don't believe they're ever
referred to by name, so I made a couple up.

***

Sasuke led Nabiki into the study of the Kunou mansion, where Kunou sat
waiting in a plush chair at the opposite side of a big oaken desk.  A cheap
chair on the other side awaited her.  Not willing to take such a subservient
seat while he sat in the 'power' position of the room, she sat her shapely
behind on his desk, looking cutely over her shoulder at him.  She greatly
enjoyed the irritated twitch in is face as she did.

"I see you have made it through all 26 checkpoints with little difficulty."
Kunou commented.

Nabiki looked wearily at Sasuke.  "26?" she mouthed silently.  The ninja
sighed and nodded.

She turned her attention back to Kunou, as he dismissed his servant.  "So
what's so important that you need all the secrecy, Kunou-chan?"

"I have come to a realization with regards to the demure reluctance of your
younger sister to throw herself to my loving bosom."

Nabiki rolled her eyes.  "And that is?"

"She is not confident that I may keep her satisfied as a lover."

Nabiki almost, *almost* managed to keep a straight face.  "I... see.  And
how do you intend to correct this little problem?"

Kunou stood away from the desk and attempted a contemplative pose (failing,
naturally).  "Though my powers within the bedroom are surely without peer,
only a sword wielded is truly a sword.  If there be no test of my
considerable talents then they might be assumed to be less then they are."

"And what does this have to do with me?"

Kunou gathered his courage, and faced her.  "Nabiki Tendo, I wish to use you
as practice to affirm my sexual expertise."

"Gee, you sure no how to flatter a girl."  Nabiki deadpanned.  "Let me get
this straight.  You would like to sleep with me.  Is that right?"

Kunou blushed and looked away.  "Quite."

"And why not ask some other girl?"

"Another girl might become enamoured with my august self.  I wish to keep
this a simple business transaction.  I will pay you whatever you deem
yourself worthy of."

Nabiki glared at him.  "How *dare* you."

Kunou blinked.  Perhaps he had miscalculated.  He had not anticipated the
Ice Queen of Furinkan High, whose heart was rumored to be as cold as a 100
yen piece, would take such great offense at the idea of selling her body.
Perhaps even she had moral limits.

"How DARE you not open with a firm offer."  Nabiki snapped.

Kunou facefaulted.  He recovered quickly.  "Very well.  100 000 yen."

"Now I'm doubly insulted."  Nabiki growled.  "I should go home."  She hopped
off his desk and headed for the door.

"Wait, 200 000."

Nabiki paused.  "That price might almost be worth it, where I an experienced
whore.  I am, however, a pure and untouched virgin, and wouldn't think of
offering up my maidenhead for anything less than double that price."

Kunou felt his blood pressure rising.  A virgin?  Her?  Truly he had
stumbled upon a greater prize than he imagined.  Still, 400 000 yen was
almost half of his monthly allowance, and it was only the 2nd of the month.

Nabiki twisted her torso back, looking over her shoulder to cast him a smoky
smile.  She knew very well what the pose did to her clothes, pulling them
tight against her gorgeous figure.

A volcano erupted from Kunou's head.  "Done."  He said in a tight voice.

Nabiki smirked.  "Do allow me to call home to let them know I'll be back
late, then I'll join you in your chambers."

Kunou nodded quickly and indicated the phone on the desk, then nearly flew
out the door to his bedroom.

***

Akane had gone to take a bath, but saw Ranma's clothes in the hamper in the
changeroom.

'Oh well,' she thought 'I'll just wait until he's (or is it 'she's') done.'
She turned to leave but stopped when she heard a groan from inside, a female
groan.

With a sense of impending dread, Akane tiptoed to the bathroom door and slid
it open a tiny crack.  She didn't know what to expect.  Was Ranma-chan in
there with a guy, or had he brought in a girl?  She wasn't sure which would
have made her madder, but she did know that this was something that should
not be happening in HER bathroom!

Peeking inside, Akane saw Ranma-chan, alone, sitting on the edge of the bath
with her feet on the tile.  It took a minute for Akane to figure out exactly
what the redhead was doing, but when she did she found her mouth open and
her feet rooted to the floor.  Like a deer caught in the headlights, Akane
watched as Ranma-chan masturbated.

She slid her slender fingers down past the scarlet curls above her lower
lips, slipping between the folds of her shaven sex.  They slid up and down,
pausing occasionally to rub circles around her clit, pressing down on it and
pinching it lightly.  Ranma-chan dipped into her sex repeatedly, sliding a
single finger in to the first knuckle, then all the way in.  She then added
a second finger, thrusting them both inside and curling them upward to press
into her G-spot.

In Akane's limited experience (read: nada, zip, never) Ranma-chan seemed to
be building up to an orgasm rapidly now.  She seemed like she was almost at
the edge when she stopped.  Getting up from the edge of the tub, she moved
to the washing stool and sat down with her legs spread, still facing the
door.  She took the slim showerhead from its holder and began rubbing its
flat side up against her sex.  After a minute of that she started sliding it
down, dipping it shallowly into her sopping pussy.  As Akane watched with
wide eyes, Ranma-chan thrust the whole thing into her cunt, throwing back
her head and gasping at the delightful intrusion.  Akane knew her own body
(though obviously not nearly as well as Ranma-chan knew hers) and she was
sure that putting something that size inside would have to hurt.  The
redhead's sharp cries, however, were definitely not those of pain.

Ranma-chan was nearly at her peak again, and as her soft cries grew deeper
and more intense, she reached her free hand to the shower tap, turning it on
full.  Hot water squirted immediately from her already slippery cunt.  Akane
saw her bite her hand to keep from screaming aloud at the intense
sensations.  Then, naturally, the change began.

Ranma's shoulders grew, and her chest morphed from soft fullness to flat
hardness.  Most notably, especially given Akane's perfect view, Ranma's
privates turned themselves inside out, ejecting the showerhead onto the
tile.  Her tiny clit grew out and up, forming a large, erect cock that began
spurting forth white fluid as soon as it was fully formed.

Ranma sat on the stool for a few minutes, gasping for air and watching his
dick fire off.  It was truly amazing the distance he could get on the rare
occasions he had the opportunity to try this.  The first few shots made it
all the way to the door.  He watched carefully where they went, as he would
have to find them all and clean up so no one would suspect.  If he wasn't
mistaken, that first shot had gone through the crack of the door he'd
apparently left slightly open.

Once he had his breath back, he stood and stretched.  "That was amazing.
Too bad I so rarely get both a modern bath and privacy."  Traveling with his
father, bathing involved either a local pond or river, or a public
bathhouse.  So even when he did have an appropriately shaped showerhead,
he'd be surrounded by other men bathing.  There was potential for a very
interesting encounter there, but far too much risk.  Twenty strangers he
knew nothing about, and as well the threat of being arrested.  No, better to
play it safe in public places.

As he set about cleaning the spots of cum off the floor and door, he heard
the near silent sound of the outer door sliding closed.  Hmm.

Quickly but silently moving to the crack in the bath door, he peeked
outside.  No one.  He opened the door all the way and looked about.  Still
no one.  So whoever it had been had been leaving, been watching him (or
'her' for the most part).  Soun, Kasumi and Nabiki were all out tonight,
doing whatever they were doing.  Only Akane should be home.

Ranma grinned even wider as he realized that the sperm shot that had made it
through the crack in the door (which he probably HAD closed) was not
anywhere on the floor.
 

Akane dashed back to her room as quickly as silence allowed.  'What the hell
was that!'  She silently screamed to herself.  Instead of hitting the
pervert or leaving, she'd just stayed there and watched the whole thing.
Her whole body felt hot.  What was this feeling between her legs?

And what was this thing that stuck to her cheek?

She reached up and wiped it off with her finger, holding it up in front of
her eyes.

Ranma's semen.

Akane felt faint.

It took her a few minutes to calm her breathing down.  When she did, she
looked again at the gob of white stuff on her finger.  Slowly, tentatively,
she brought it towards her mouth and licked her finger.  'Hmm.  Kinda musky.
  Maybe a little salty.'

Reality came crashing back to her brain in a rush.  'What the HELL did I
just do?  Ohmigod!  I'm turning into a pervert like Ranma!'

Akane opted to have the rest of her nervous breakdown curled up into a ball
on her bed.  She never did get her bath that night.

***

It took Nabiki all of 30 seconds to deduce that Kunou's 'mighty prowess in
the boudoir' were as untested as he'd barely admitted, not that she couldn't
have guessed.  He'd just thrown her on the bed and torn off her skirt and
panties.  He was about to go to town when she put a hand up to stop him.

"Really Kunou-chan, you can't just go straight to the pot like that!  It's a
good thing you didn't try this with my sister.  She'd have been totally
disappointed at your lack of technique."

She loved that look of hopeless humiliation he developed just then.  The
arrogant fool really needed to be taken down a peg or 30.  On the other
hand, she saw that his shame was quickly making him soft, and that wouldn't
do at all.  Doubly ashamed of his shrinking member, Kunou turned away in
mortification.

"Come on now Kunou-chan, don't be like that.  Come back here and do what I
tell you to.  I'll lead you through a maiden's fantasies of her first time
step by step.  Girls have a certain romantic idea in their heads of how they
think it will be, and it's never a good idea to disappoint them."

She rose from the bed and stood there bottomless, he completely nude, as he
had been when she walked in.  She stepped closer to him and embraced him.
"Kiss me Kunou-chan, softly at first, then more forcefully.  Put your arms
around me and hold me."

Kunou did as asked, warming up to the idea as his tongue fenced with hers.
Nabiki broke off with a gasp.

"Now your hands.  Run them up and down my back, gently, slowly."  She kissed
him again briefly.  "Now, move them slowly down to my ass, squeeze it gently
but firmly.  Good.  Very good Kunou-chan.  Hey now, don't rush!  Take your
hands away from the front for now.  If you go too fast you'll scare the poor
girl.  Mmm... That's good, keep squeezing my ass.  Now take on hand away and
fondle my breast.  No, on top of the clothes first.  Same as before, gently
but firmly.  MMMmmm Good boy!"  She brought their lips and tongues together
again, kissing him with all the passion his hands were arousing in her body.

After a few minutes of this, she asked him to take off her blouse.  "Slowly
now.  Build the anticipation.  Like you're unwrapping a gift you can't
believe you're lucky enough to get."  And if he ever did get the gift he
really wanted, Nabiki wouldn't believe it either.

"Run your tongue over my tits.  Start at the bottom, work your way up to the
nipple.  Mmmmm.  That's nice.  Use your hand on the other one.  Pinch my
nipple a little.  Ow!  Not so hard.  There, that's better.  Switch to the
other one.  Good... good..."

She could feel his returned erection pressing hotly into her stomach.  Best
she direct his next action before he tried to do something with it.  She
slipped her blouse off her shoulders and walked slowly back to the bed.  She
was glad he'd left the lights on; it would be better if the dolt could see
what he was doing.

"Now Kunou-chan, I need to teach you something important.  Your skills here
will set you apart from the clumsy fumblings of your typical schoolboy."
She slowly spread her legs wide, showing him her most private place.

Kunou approached, cock in hand.

"No Kunou-chan, it's not time for that yet.  Use your fingers and tongue."

Kunou reluctantly took his hand from his member, and put it where she'd
better appreciate it.  At her directions, he parted the folds of her sex,
gently stroking the lips of her moist pussy and teasing her clit once it
came into view.

"MMMMM!  Your tongue, Kunou-chan!  Lick my cunt!"

Hesitantly, as though tasting some bizarre new food he wasn't sure he'd
like, he touched his tongue to her clit.  Her moan was encouraging.  She
directed him to run his tongue up, down and between her folds, always
returning to that magic button.  She told him to go lower, and dart his
tongue in and out of her moist hole, as deep as he could go.  She began to
buck and moan as he continued his ministrations, and between gasps she
ordered him to repeat the pattern, and faster.

It was not long before Nabiki came in a flood, or so it seemed from Kunou's
vantage point.  Musky fluid poured onto his tongue, and he lapped it up,
assuming that was what was expected of him.  Nabiki was in no condition to
tell him so or otherwise at the moment.

When she came back to her wits, she smiled at him and let him know that now
was the time.  As he rose to bring his hips to hers, she took his rock hard
manhood in her hand, and slowly guided him inside of her.  When just the
head was inside, she stopped him.

"Now, I presume you know what a hymen is, don't you?"

"I believe I have heard of such a thing."  Kunou said, not in the mood for
conversation as he stood delayed at the gates to heaven.

"Right.  Now when you push in to break it, it's going to hurt.  From what
I've heard, it's best to thrust in hard all the way on the first stroke if
you can.  Then once you're all the way in, let it sit there for a while, let
me get used to it.  Wait for me to tell you when I'm ready to continue."

Kunou put actions to her words and thrust in hard.  Nabiki threw her head
back and gave a little cry.  She clutched her arms around him and trembled
for a moment.  Kunou took the time to savor the sensation of having his
entire cock inside her warm wetness.  After a moment, Nabiki relaxed,
letting out her breath in a contented sigh.  She kissed him and nodded for
him to continue.  He eagerly did so.

For someone with as much bluster as he had, Nabiki had assumed he was
compensating for a miniscule member.  Such was not the case; his astounding
arrogance actually had some backing.  Kunou's weapon was longer than average
by a significant, if not record-breaking, amount.  She could fell him touch
the deepest parts of her.  She was grateful he was slightly less big around
then average though.  His cock went in smoothly, not stretching her
uncomfortably at all, allowing her to simply enjoy the steady in-and-out
motions of his long member.  And enjoy them she did.

After a little while, she noticed him speeding up, his face tensing like he
was about to cum.  She pushed him away and, giving him a bit of time to calm
down, got on all fours in front of him, wiggling her bottom until he got the
idea.  Kunou thrust into her cunt once more, gripping her hips and slamming
himself repeatedly into her body, as she cried out for more.

"B-before you cum... Pull out!  Can't get... pregnant!"  She gasped, giving
him one last set of instructions before she gave in to the sensations
completely. He felt Nabiki clamp down on him as she screamed loudly, and he
was not far behind. While this was his first time with a woman, Kunou was no
stranger to his own orgasms, as his right hand and a photo album of Akane
pictures could attest.  He pulled out of her dripping pussy and squirted his
load onto her back.

The two lay together panting for some time.  Eventually, Nabiki rose and
collected her clothes, taking a yukata robe of Kunou's from the closet.  She
smiled and asked him where the bath was, before walking calmly out the door.

When Nabiki returned, clean and dressed in her own clothes once more.  Kunou
was also dressed and sitting on his bed, fully composed and with that look
of haughty indifference back in place.

"I thank you for tonight, Nabiki."  He said simply, placing a stack of bills
on the end table.  She counted the bills with a smile on her face,
discovering that he'd added another 100 000 yen.  Either he was feeling
generous or he's math skills were even poorer than she thought.  She figured
one was about as likely as the other.  Still, might as well give him his
money's worth...

"One more for the road, Kunou-chan?"  She asked coyly.

He raised a questioning eyebrow as she kneeled in front of him, undoing his
gi.  She took his member in her mouth and began sucking and nibbling at the
head.  He groaned and gripped the sheets on either side of him tightly.
Feeling bold, she skillfully slide his cock deep into her throat.  He
shuddered at the intense sensation.  It was almost like being in her pussy.
In short order, she brought him to orgasm and swallowed his load.  She rose,
licking her lips, and put him back in his pants.

"See you in class, Kunou-chan!"  She smirked.

Kunou, his composure shot to hell once more, simply nodded as she went out
the door.  As he sat alone in his room, he wondered how much Nabiki would
charge for some photographs of herself.

***

Nabiki's cohorts gathered around her, giggling.

"So he actually believed you were a virgin?"

"I give full credit to my acting ability."  Nabiki smirked.

"More like his stupidity."  Ai muttered.  "Doesn't he know you've been
running the school's prostitution ring for more than a year?"

"Apparently not.  More fun to keep it that way, for now at least.  I want to
be able to see his face when I tell him."  Nabiki smiled evilly.

"That fool deserves it.  He's probably crap in bed too.  You had to fake
again, didn't you?"  Ayeka asked.

Nabiki felt her cheeks go red.  "Of... of course.  I almost always have to;
you know that.  These schoolboys just don't know how to treat a woman."

She seemed to have fooled all of them, save Ai, who did nothing more than
raise an eyebrow.  The conversation soon drifted to Yuka and Sayuri, and
their four-way orgy with Hiroshi and Daisuke last night.

***

Author's notes:   18/08/01

Gee, I guess it's not over yet.  I started out just making Ranma a bisexual
nymphomaniac, but it's more fun to make everyone a pervert.  ^_^

Anyway.  I haven't even started on #3 yet, so don't bother asking me for it.
  I must have gotten 30 Emails or more asking for Chapter 2, so here you go
(now leave me alone dammit!!!).

Seriously though, thanks to everyone who wrote with comments, suggestions,
and projections.  I have only the vaguest of plot outlines in mind for the
series, so your thoughts on where this is going may shape the story more
than you might expect.^_^  I make no apologies; I'm writing this just for
fun.  I wasn't planning on making this some sort of epic.  Who knows though.

As always, comments (which swell my battered ego) and criticisms (which,
believe it or not, are taken in to consideration), may be directed to:

See you soon.
Ron Hino.