Well-Hung by Moonlight – Chapter 04 – Further Developments

Started:                         August 11, 2004
Finished:                        Nov 18, 2004
Latest Revision:             Nov 18, 2004

A Story By Warpwizard

A Ranma/Sailor Moon Fanfiction

Don’t Sue Me Warning!  I don’t own Sailor Moon or Ranma ½ and their associated characters and trademarks.  Obviously.

Big time Lemon Warning!  This is a self indulgent X-rated fantasy piece.  Read at your own risk.

* * *

Ranma was horny.  Again.

And this time it was at school, that most inconvenient of places.  With great and newly learned Ki control, he’d managed to avoid sporting a huge tent, but he’d run out of willpower and that troublesome lower chakra was finally about to boil over.

Lurking in a shadow outside the dining hall, Ranma glared at his crotch.  ‘Goddamnit…’ 

The new uses his appendage could be put to were very enjoyable, but the damn thing was like having a second stomach: it constantly wanted to be *fed*.

He let out a low groan as his final scrap of self control snapped.  A bulge began to rapidly grow.  ‘Oh shit…’

He felt like he was in one of those cheesy old shows with a hero who uncontrollably transformed at the worst possible time.  ‘What-am-I-gonna-do-what-am-I-gonna-do-’

It had only been a few days since his last sexual encounter, the enjoyable fuck in the alley with Makoto-chan.  He would have gone to visit her at her apartment as promised, but an unseasonable invasion of man sized and hungry demon locusts had needed to be repelled, and who was up for the job but one Ranma Saotome, esquire, of course.  Two days of hunting plus one day of recovery had made the time fly and now it was time to pay the piper.

He watched the uncontrollable growth with horrified fascination.  It was like watching one of those documentaries about a tower being constructed, the ones featuring time lapse photography. 

Not that he was that detached from the phenomenon.  There was an undeniably pleasurable edge to being fully erect, rather like having been challenged and being on the hunt.  The problem here was that while he was lucky enough to be in a place where fighting in the streets was considered (loosely) “normal”, fucking in them was not.

Not that he knew of anyway.  Ranma struggled to control his breathing and Ki, thinking despairingly, ‘Today might be the day I find out…’

“Got a little problem there, Ranma?”

He blinked as his inner monologue was interrupted by twin giggles.  “More like a biiig problem, Yuka-chan!”

It was Akane’s two friends, Yuka and Sayuri.  He looked at them imploringly, searching their dark eyes for any hint of compassion or mercy.  It was difficult, as their eyes kept dipping to the enormous bulge in his loose silk pants as if magnetized.

Once they got over the fascinating novelty of seeing the (in)famous Ranma sporting monster wood, the two girls were a bit intimidated by his burning stare.  They moved to stand a bit closer together, feeling as if they were in the presence of a huge, hungry predator but unable to bring themselves to move away. 

Yuka whispered to her familiar partner in crime.  “Gee, he looks, like, realllly needy or something!” 

Sayuri whispered back, “It’s even worse than that time when he forgot to bring lunch and didn’t have any money!”  More giggles.

The pitiful look on his face had amused and warmed many a girl’s heart that day and Ranma had quickly found himself surrounded by offered bentos.  The brilliance of his answering smile had been more than enough repayment for the girls whose lunches had been favored.  Despite the chaos and frequent damage he brought to Furinken, all the girls agreed (in whispers, so as to not attract Akane’s wrath) that the warmth of his aura and the handsome figure he cut were net bonuses to the otherwise rather manliness impaired school.

Unsensed by any of the three, questing tendrils of male (Yang) chi, inspired by Ranma’s desperate need, snaked out from his aura and wrapped themselves lovingly around the healthy Yin charged auras of Akane’s two gal pals.

Held by his gaze, Yuka put her bubblegum-pink lipsticked mouth to her friend’s delicate ear and whispered, “Why don’t we do him a little favour, Sayuri-chan?”

Sayuri was normally the more shy of the two, but today she was feeling unusually bold.  “Oh, most definitely, Yuka-chan!”

They stepped closer to the hard breathing Ranma.  He continued to stare imploringly at them.  The two slight Japanese teens snuggled onto either side of him.  Yuka made circles on his chest with her finger.  “The roof, Ranma-kun?  You’re the only one who can easily get up there…”

The lust maddened beast that Ranma had become shuddered.  Taking Yuka firmly under one arm, he swarmed up the wall as if it had been a horizontal roadway.  Sayuri “eeped!” a second later as he landed beside her and snatched her up, returning to the roof and dropping her beside her friend.

It was cool in the shadow of a metal air exchanger stack, though the bricks of the flat roof were not cold, still warmed from the heat of the sun from before it had shifted position. 

Sayuri watched, fascinated, as her fuku clad friend pulled down Ranma’s loose silk pants, causing his member to bounce into view.  Yuka leaned forward and tentatively grasped it with one hand, her slim fingers barely managing to fit around the thick piece of meat.  Ranma groaned as her warm breath caressed the sensitive head, slumping back against the faintly vibrating metal of the air exchanger.  His hands twitched at his sides, lying limp as he forced himself to *not* throw the petite, dark haired Japanese teen on her back and fuck her senseless.

Yuka glanced at her wide eyed friend, then back to the hard shaft she was gently stroking, then to Ranma’s distraught face.  “We don’t normally do this sort of thing, you know.” 

Having satisfied the needs of propriety, she took him into her mouth and began to suck.

That was very true, Sayuri thought, watching what had to be at least ten inches of hard cock disappear and reappear from between Yuka’s lips.  They normally spent their intimate time with their faces between each other’s thighs, that or taking turns eating out their mutual friend, Akane Tendo.  She slid her hand under the skirt of her fuku, rubbing the moistening front of her panty.  While she and Yuka swung both ways, as far as she could tell Akane had no taste for men at all. 

‘Poor Akane-chan.  It must be hard for her to living with Ranma-kun, what with being expected to marry his male form and then having to hide her attraction to “Ranko”.’

For her and Yuka, being bi made Ranma’s presence at Furinken even more of a pleasure since he alternated between being a slab of total beefcake and the most bouncy, juicy little redhead they’d ever laid eyes on. 

Sayuri smiled and crept closer to the action, snuggling under Ranma’s left arm and sighing when he draped it around her shoulders.  She used her left hand to rub herself and the right to administer the occasional friendly touch to Ranma’s equipment.  Yuka was making the sexiest noises, moaning deep in her throat and slurping wetly on his tool as her passion built.  Sayuri licked her lips, wanting a taste as well but reluctant to interfere with her friend’s activities.

* * *

For his part, Ranma was in heaven.  He’d never thought of Akane’s little friends in a romantic sense, occupied as he was by his neverending torrent of exotically beautiful fiancées.  In fact, the very ordinary appearance of Akane’s two friends was, oddly enough, a turnon for Ranma.  He was so used to tall foreign beauties with wild hair colorings that petite black haired and dark eyed girls were like some strange exotic species to him.

…not that he’d thought of his fiancées in a romantic sense before a week ago, either, but that was beside the point. 

What was the point then…?  It was difficult to think...  “Ahhhh…”

Ah yes:  the point was, Yuka was a very efficient little cocksucker.

Groaning deep in his throat with his enjoyment of Yuka’s oral attentions, Ranma slid his fingers into her soft, shiny black hair and began applying a gentle shiatsu massage to her scalp.  He smiled, eyes closed, as she responded with a moan of pleasure, gurgling her happiness around the hard shaft filling her mouth and occasionally, throat. 

Non violent physical contact was something he hadn’t had a lot of and he’d found that he really enjoyed it.  When he’d found many types of massage detailed in the Big Book o’ Hentai it had occurred to him that knowing a few techniques might come in handy, giving him an excuse to touch his fiancées without having to have commitment inducing sex with them.

The BBOH had recommended this particular form of pressure point stimulating massage for occasions when the hands were free and your partner’s more blatant erogenous zones weren’t available.  Ranma smiled, liking the silky feel of Yuka’s well maintained hair and pleased by her obvious enjoyment of his touch.  His smile wouldn’t have been so bright if he’d bothered to decipher Happosai’s scrawled notes in the margins about the technique’s “addictive qualities” and how it “influenced the recipient to associate pleasure with whatever act was being preformed at the time of the massage”.

Sayuri watched enviously as Ranma buffed the tension from her friend’s head, neck and shoulders.  ‘God, the way she’s moaning I don’t know who’s enjoying this more…’ 

To Sayuri, Yuka seemed to be putting special effort into her work, giving Ranma a slow, tender and very wet blowjob.  The petite Japanese girl gracefully bobbed her head, moaning happily and letting the glistening length of his cock slide slowly between her lips.  Ranma grunted as Yuka let the bulbous head emerge, visible for only a moment before being covered with her swirling tongue. 

“Mm – mm – mm –“  Yuka murmured under her breath as she licked and sucked eagerly, capturing and releasing Ranma’s sensitive cockhead over and over as she enjoyed the soothing pressure of his fingers.

“Ah!  Ahhhh…  Oh god that’s nice…Yuka- unh, -chan, gonna come – soon!”

Sayuri eyed her watch and realized that they were going to have to return to class soon.

‘Hell with it.’

“Ah!”  Ranma’s voice jumped in volume as Sayuri leaned forward and joined her friend in licking at the about to burst head of his cock.  The intensity of feeling produced by the two small warm female tongues was unbearable.  “*Fuck!*” 

Yuka took the first gout of semen without flinching, the warm cream coating the back of her throat in a long burst.  She drew back to swallow and Sayuri smoothly took Ranma’s manhood into her mouth.  Tasting the seed of the school’s premiere and heretofore unavailable stud was not something she wanted to miss.

As Yuka swallowed and Sayuri sampled the bouquet, the two friends glanced at each other and murmured in agreement.  Whether it was his diet, his beyond perfect health or some esoteric aspect of being a martial artist, by the standards of the two experienced girls Ranma was judged to be much tastier than average.  Sayuri lapped at the spurting cockhead for a moment, amused by Ranma’s helpless groans of delight, then traded off with her friend.  ‘Not bad at all.  With Kasumi Tendo feeding him, it’s no wonder, I guess.’

Yuka went back for more and sucked languorously, feeling pleased and happy for some reason.  ‘Damn, that boy gives one hell of a massage.’  Yuka enjoyed giving oral sex, especially to guys.  It floated her boat that even the undefeated champion of Furinken could be reduced to malleable putty by the lips of a untrained Japanese schoolgirl like herself.  His skill with his hands was a nice bonus.

She blinked as she consumed another throatful of warm sperm.  ‘He also comes a hell of a lot.  Must be that super healthy thing.  Or maybe he’s been saving it up.  We always said he was repressed.’

* * *

Above, perched behind a metal smokestack, other eyes watched jealously. 

‘How dare those commoners suck Ranma-sama’s…’  Her eyes roved, feasting on the Saotome heir’s impressive endowment, “…mighty weapon.  Such a duty is fit only for the noble mouth of such as I, Kodachi Kuno!’

Kodachi’s sleekly muscled body trembled inside her form fitting catsuit at the thought of serving her Ranma-sama in such a degrading way. 

Crouching in front of him, on her knees, she would tentatively extend her tongue to touch the hot, hard flesh.  Would Ranma-sama, impatient with her inexperience, seize her head and roughly force his thick manhood into her mouth? 

With a shudder of excitement, Kodachi conceded that arousing as the thought was, it was equally unlikely.  Despite his fierce demeanor in combat, her love was gentle outside of the battlefield. 

Breathing heavily through her mouth, the female scion of House Kuno returned her gaze to the activities below, maintained her balance with her right hand and allowing her left to return to its stimulating duties between her legs.

* * *

Finally, the two girls licked Ranma clean and tucked him back into his pants.  He slumped against the bricks and smiled goofily.  “…thanks girls.”

They giggled.  Yuka grinned, arched an eyebrow and said, “Feeling better now, stud?”

Ranma blushed faintly pink.  “Um…yeah.  Er, thanks a lot.”

Sayuri smiled, dark eyes sparkling.  “You already said that.” 

“Er, yeah.  Sorry.”

The two young vixens giggled at their victim’s brain fogged confusion, another predictable result of Team Furinken’s double tongue attack.

Sayuri blinked as the reason why they were up here came back in a rush.  She glanced at her watch and decided there was time for a few questions.  “So…was this some sort of Amazon passion spice attack or what?  You don’t normally run around with a big one in your pants, Ranma.”

“Well…” Ranma didn’t feel like explaining the whole thing right now, especially not in his current state of bodily contentment.  ‘Jeez, do all girls talk this way after fucking?’

“It was more my Pop’s fault, really.  He screwed up my Ki a long time ago and I fixed it recently.”  He waved at his groin.  “This is the result.”

Yuka blinked.  “The result?  Getting a big, hard –“  She noticed Sayuri licking her lips and eyeing Ranma’s pants and decided to cut to the chase, “Um…does this happen often?”

Ranma hung his head.  “Yeah, kinda.”

The two girls locked eyes.  “That’s…*terrible*.”  “Yeah, I totally agree.”

They turned to him and smiled angelically.  “I guess me and Sayuri-chan will have to help you when it happen here at school, Ranma-kun.”

Ranma blinked at them disbelievingly.  His face lit up.  “You’d do that for me?  Gee, thanks girls!”

Still smiling, the two petite girls put their hands on Ranma’s shoulders and guided his hunky form to the edge of the roof.  “Anytime, Ranma-kun, anytime.”

Ranma jumped slightly as he was about to take one of the girls into his arms and hop off the roof.

‘Did one of them just pat my ass?’

* * *

Meanwhile, in a Neriman public park…

* * *

Mousse peered about, his glasses resting, as per usual, on the top of his head instead of in front of his eyes.  Inside his lengthy sleeves, his hands were clasped in their usual rest position, ready to issue forth improbable amounts of steely death on command.  Today, one hand held a piece of paper, the invitation that had drawn him here.

“Shampoo?  Shampoo?  My darling, where are you?”

A curious silence had descended upon that part of the park.  His fighter’s instincts advised Mousse to wear his glasses, and for once, he obeyed them. 

Shadowy figures stepped from behind every tree.  Mousse braced himself for combat.  Ranma may have a habit of making a fool of him in combat, but Mousse was still confident that he could take any lesser foe, especially what looked to be a cheap pack of thugs set on ambush.

The figures stepped into the afternoon sunlight, revealing that they were uniformly clad in the intimidating garb of – a Japanese schoolgirl?

Mousse was a seasoned combatant, he knew better than to let his guard down due to a harmless appearance.  He scowled.

“Who are you?”

The apparent spokesperson, a tall, attractive girl with the usual Japanese dark hair and eyes, gave a respectful bow and said,  “I, Leiko, apologize on behalf of our group, the AUFG, for misleading you, Mousse-san.  You must understand-”

“The AUFG?” [pronounced oh-fug - Author]

“That’s right.  The Association of Unsatisfied Furinken Girls.”

Getting the expected blank stare, Leiko explained.  “It is a brief, but sad tale.  The honorable Akane Tendo gained more than her fair share of male attention, making it hard for other girls to get dates.  Still, that was normal and could be dealt with.  Then…came Ranma Saotome.”

Mousse flicked a glance around the clearing.  Satisfied that the other AUFG members weren’t getting any closer, he said, “Ranma…?”

“Yes, Saotome-san.  We have nothing against him, but his unending parade of attractive exotic fiancées has completely hypnotized the boys of our school.  Instead of being available to good Japanese girls as is proper and right, they ignore us to drool and fantasize over Saotome-san’s castoffs.”

Mouse glanced around again.  Though they weren’t getting any closer, there was a certain…anticipation making the air electric.  The warm afternoon sunshine gleamed off of shiny black hair and glittered in eager dark eyes.

It was creeping him out. 

Reluctantly, he returned his attention to the leader girl.  “Soooo…what has this got to do with me?”

Leiko smiled brightly.  “You see, we decided to turn the tables.  After much discussion, we realized that Saotome-san’s remarkable attractive abilities also had a male dimension, namely his challengers and rivals.”

A single bead of sweat slid from Mousse’s hairline and slowly trickled down his forehead.  “You mean…”

Leiko nodded.  “Yes.  We passed the first resolution of the AUFG:  if we couldn’t have the local boys, then all good looking foreigners attracted to the area by Saotome-san were ruled our rightful prey.”

“In other words,” said a attractive and very competent looking young girl who appeared next to Leiko, “All your martial artists are belong to us.”

Another attractive yet formidable looking girl appeared on Leiko’s other side.  “That’s right!  We need some nookie, damn it.”

Leiko dropped her dignified appearance for a moment and grinned.  “Hell yeah.”

There was a short pause.

…

“HELL NO!”  Mousse made a prodigious leap towards safety, sailing through the air like the falcon who’s metal claws he sometimes wore.

“GET HIM GIRLS!!!”

Mousse’s leap was good, but he didn’t quite make it to the edge of the tree cover.  “Gah!  Holy crap!” 

Evidently there was a gladiatorial enthusiast club that he didn’t know about.  The heretofore gentle seeming Japanese girls were better with a net (chain link) and trident (nerf tipped) than he would have given them credit.  Mousse leaped back the way he came in order to avoid a deftly thrown example of the former.

Leiko attacked with two hooked swords.  “Don’t let him get away!  I need some relief, damn it!”  Encouraged by their leader’s words, more and more girls swarmed into the clearing.

Whirling madly, the Chinese martial artist produced two kendo sticks and blocked and parried in all directions.  His skill far exceeded that of his attackers, but their sheer numbers and his unwillingness to injure them evened the odds more than he would have liked.

“Dammit!”  Leiko’s hooked sword took one his bokken, then the other was lost to a small girl jumping up and bodily clinging to it, forcing him to drop it.  The fuku clad mob surged closer during his break in momentum.

Grimacing, Mousse switched to his few non lethal close combat techniques.

“Double Teddy Bear Pummel!”  Two girls reeled back at the impact of the twin ursine weapons of battery.  He managed to stun a few more before the bears were ripped from his hands and cooed over.

“Domo-kun Swing of Doom!”  A improbably huge Domo-kun was produced from…somewhere and used to bash a hole in the girl’s line.  “Rarrgh!” cried Domo-kun via the magic of Japanese electronics.

Mousse sprang through the gap and made for the trees.  “Thanks Domo-kun.  I owe you one, buddy!”

“Oh no you don’t!  Boob stun!”

Mousse reeled as the girl who had suddenly popped from behind a tree deftly intercepted his face with her bared chest, capturing it between two soft, sweet smelling melons of flesh.  For a moment, transfixed by the electric contact with the warm female body, he forgot what he was doing entirely.

“That’s it,” she cooed, “Just rest between my boobies, Mousse-san.”

Mousse blinked.  Why was Shampoo speaking Japanese while he rested his face on her marvelous bosom? 

Horrified, he ripped his face from cleavage incarceration and staggered back toward the center of the clearing.  “NO!  SHAMPOO!  I LOVE ONLY SHAMPOO!”

Henchwoman number one grinned.  “Give it up, loverboy.”

Henchwoman number two chimed in, “That’s right.  You’re going down.”  She gestured lewdly towards her crotch.  “And I do mean that literally.”  There was an embarrassed titter from the other girls.

Leiko appeared in front of him.  “Mousse-san…why do you continue to fight?  We only wish to give and receive pleasure.  Is that so wrong?”

Mousse breathed heavily and attempted to discreetly adjust his robes.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw half the girls move to guard the clearing from outside interference, while the other half began stripping, revealing lacy, enticing underwear of every sort. 

They were getting to him.  Despite his iron clad determination, these sexy young Japanese girls were -  He hit himself in the forehead.  ‘Argh!  Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!’

‘Only – one – chance –‘

He took a wide stance and flared his sleeves dramatically, focusing the girls’ attention on him.

Leiko’s eyes narrowed.  “Careful girls…he’s still got some fight in him.”

“Ultimate Girl Stopping Technique:  Pikachu’s Wedding!”

In an instant an array of stuffed animals flew from Mousse’s sleeves, forming a charming arrangement on the grass.

“Awwwww!”

The girls were paralyzed by the sheer kawaiiness of the depicted scene, that being the marriage of Pikachu to a comely young Raichu, and thus missed their target’s desperate dash for freedom.

All but one girl, young Kawasaki Michiru.  Cursed by her name to be associated with motorcycles for the rest of her miserable life, in self defense she’d grown into a stereotypical “tough girl” who cared little for soft and furry things.  She made a running dive and snagged Mouse’s ankle, bringing him to the ground.

“Oof!”

Kawasaki clung to Mousse’s leg like a limpet, aided by his unwillingness to kick her in the face.  “C’mon girls, snap out of it, I need some help here!”

“Ichi-koo is on the job!”  A small, very cute girl, probably the same one who had grabbed onto his bokken earlier, now made a move for his *other* bokken.  “Sempaiii!”

Her little hands were surprising adept at removing clothing.  “Gah!  Don’t touch that, it’s not yours!”

“Ichi-koo special technique:  Full Mouthed Member Swallow!  *glorg*”

Mousse reeled.  “Urrgghhh…”

Leiko appeared in the downed martial artist’s vision, her feet on either side of his head.  His eyes bugged as he realized that she had the usual skirt but she was *not* wearing underwear.  “And now the finisher…Hot Wet Groin Paralyzer!”

“Mmpph!”

Like sharks to chum, the girls moved in, shedding clothes as they went.  In seconds, Mousse was covered in sex starved Japanese teens.  His white silk robes shot out of the mass of heaving bodies like a cloud flung by a storm giant.

There was a profoundly satisfied groan.  And then, for just a moment, there was silence.

Then the groans began again.

* * *

Elsewhere…Ryouga Hibiki, Pantyhose Taro and Ryu Kumon shivered.

* * *

“Ranma!  My son, down here!  Ranma!”

Ranma deviated from his rapid transit across Tokyo, dropping easily from the flat roof of one of the short Japanese houses that lined this suburban neighborhood to land in front of his mother, Nodoka Saotome.

“Hi Mom.  What’re you doing around here?”

The beautiful red haired woman smiled at her manly son without answering.  Nodoka looked remarkably young for a woman with a 16 year old son.  Her clothing was more old fashioned than was common on the streets of modern Japan, but her lovely face and attractive figure tended to distract people from noticing.  It was harder to overlook the long cloth wrapped bundle she carried with her everywhere, but the way it sat so naturally on her back or in the crook of her arm tended to make it fade into the background as part of her traditional garb.

After a minute she snapped out of it.  “Oh, just visiting a friend.  I made quite a few over the years that you and your father were away.  I had to keep myself busy.”  She looked into the middle distance, misty eyed, then lunged forward and took the startled Ranma into a motherly embrace.  “Oh my manly son!” 

Ranma inwardly cringed.  “Maaaaaa….”

“It’s so good to have you back!  Oh dear, oh dear…”  She finally released him and dabbed at her eyes with a silk handkerchief.

”Mom…” Ranma muttered softly.  He was glad to be out of the embarrassing clutch of his mother, but at the same time, he found himself wanting another hug. 

“Well!”  Nodoka smiled brightly at him.  “Shall we go to a little café I know nearby?  I have some things to talk to you about, Ranma-chan.”

“Sure, Mom.  I could use a little snack anyway.”

Nodoka took Ranma’s arm under her own and tugged him on course, humming happily.  Any sort of activity with her long lost son was fine with her.  ‘Oh Ranma, I’ve missed you so much, my beautiful son…’

* * *

“Two green teas please.”

The smartly dressed waitress gave a short bow and smiled before swiftly disappearing to carry out Nodoka’s order.  The female Saotome noted the rapid convert glance of feminine appreciation she bestowed upon her manly son before she did so, however.  She smiled.

“Nice place, Mom.”

Nodoka turned back to her son and nodded, smiling warmly.  ”It is.  I often eat here with one or another of my friends from this area.”

“Oh.”  It struck Ranma, not for the first time, how little he knew about his maternal parent. 

“Ranma.”

”Yes, Mom?”

Nodoka produced some papers and packets and fiddled with them nervously.  “I have some presents for you, Ranma-chan.”

Ranma gave her a wary look.  “Oh?”  In his experience gifts rarely came without one or more barbed hooks attached.

“It occurred to me that you had no convenient place to act on your natural manly urges.” 

Ranma stifled a groan.

“So…I have acquired an apartment for you.  It’s near enough to your school and to the Tendo’s place to be convenient.  I’ve inspected it personally and talked to the superintendent.  It’s a very nice place.”

”Mom, you don’t have to –“

Nodoka cut him off with a moue of distress that was more effective than one of Akane’s mallets to the head.  “Ranma…my son.  Please let me do this for you.  I’ve…”  She looked down at her hands.  “I’ve been away from you for so long, I haven’t been able to do anything for you.  I haven’t been able to spoil you the way a mother should.”  She looked up and into Ranma’s eyes.  They were the same stormy blue as his own.  “I know that Dearest took you away to prevent that very thing, but…”  She smiled again and Ranma was swept up in its intensity.  ‘Man, so that’s where my girl side got the ice-cream-gathering smile from.’ 

“…a little spoiling can’t hurt.  Especially not now, since you’re almost full grown.”

There was a pregnant pause, both mother and son adjusting to the unaccustomed swirl of emotions inside them.

“Your tea, Ma’am.”  She smiled dazzlingly at Ranma and gave a little head bow.  “And Sir.”

Conscious of his manners in his mother’s presence, Ranma smiled at the waitress and smoothly acquired his tea.  “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you.  That will be all for this afternoon, Megumi.  Unless you want something to eat, Ranma-chan?”

Ranma inwardly winced at the “-chan” in front of witnesses.  The waitress, Megumi, smiled again and offered, “The sweet bean paste buns are particularly good here, Saotome-san.” 

“Sure, some of those then, thanks Megumi-san.”

Nodoka smiled in motherly contentment as Megumi skipped off to fill their order.  ‘Such a manly son.’

“While we’re waiting for your food, Ranma-chan, this the lease.”  Nodoka slid a hefty stack of papers across to him.  “It’s all been filled out, it just needs your signature and hanko.”

Ranma stared down at the papers.  Everything slowed down as his mind went into overdrive.  A battle decision was needed:  trust his mother blindly, or embarrass her by insisting on reading the document first.  With an inward sigh, he decided to give the maternal side of his family one free opportunity to screw him over.  The paternal half had done it often enough, it was only fair.

With a barely noticeable pause, Ranma took the offered pen and signed the lease, then produced his hanko [personal seal - Author] and stamped it, making it official. 

Nodoka blinked back tears as she smiled at her son.  She had seen the pause, and knew what it indicated.  ‘Thank you for giving me this chance, Ranma.  I swear you won’t regret it.’

Ranma frowned as he noticed the moisture in his mother’s eyes.  “Mom…”

“It’s nothing, just some dust.  Here.”

Ranma blinked at the small black rectangle his mother had shoved in front of him, about the size of a credit card.  “What’s this?”

Nodoka unfolded it and gave a brief demonstration of the device’s functionality.  “It’s the latest Nokia cellphone.  It’s all paid for, don’t worry about counting minutes.”

Ranma just blinked some more.  ‘Minutes?’

“It has excellent roaming, and I’ve programmed the speed dial with my number and the Tendos’.”

Ranma eyed the cellphone dubiously.  ‘Roaming?  It moves around on its own?  Creepy.’

“And here’s a new wallet, I doubt you have one in any sort of condition after tramping around the world for the last 10 years.”

Ranma opened the simply made yet expensive looking black leather wallet.  “Credit cards?”

Nodoka smiled.  “Don’t worry about the limit, it’s not likely you’ll reach it unless you’re buying real estate.” 

“Mom, I can’t –“

‘Urgh!  Ice-cream-gathering-eyes attack!’

Nodoka gazed imploringly at her only son with huge, shimmering eyes.

“Ranma-chan…can’t you do this one little thing for your poor mother?  Your poor, lonely mother who’s been away from you for 10 long years?”

Ranma nodded numbly.  It was unlikely he remembered exactly what he was agreeing to.

“And here’s your bean paste buns!  Sir…?”

* * *

Ranma eyed his new dwelling from the vantage point of a rooftop one building over.  He could see that it was the type of high quality multi-unit building referred to as a “mansion”, though it was unusually small for such, being only three stories.  Mansions were made with sturdy steel framework and reinforced concrete, and were much more soundproof and generally secure than regular apartment buildings. 

‘Lots of windows…must be a lot of apartments inside.’

He dropped from the top of the commercial building he was perched on as if stepping off of a curb, it being a fall of a mere thirty feet.  Still looking over the apartment building as he fell, ten feet from the sidewalk he kicked backwards against the wall, changing some of his vertical momentum to forward momentum and using it to help shoot him across the street and halfway up the stairs in two colossal bounds.

The stairs went up the left side of the front of the building, with a landing branching off to the right for each of the three floors.  Ranma checked the piece of paper with his address on it as he moved up the stairway, reconfirming that he was on the third floor, though it was listed as apartment number one.  The exterior of the building was typically Japanese, employing a soothing esthetic of creamy flat colors which made one think of nature, green and tan.  He noticed that while there were plenty of windows, there was only one door per level.

‘I wonder if that means what I think it does…if so, Mom is even more loaded than I thought.’

He arrived at the third floor door and paused.

‘Hm…now how do I get into the place?’

After thinking for a minute, he remembered.  “Oh right!  Keycard.”

Pulling out his new wallet from his pocket, he plucked out a flat plastic card and slid it through the door’s card reader.  The light went from red to green and “booped!” happily.  Ranma noted the quiet thud of magnetic bolts being withdrawn.  ‘Man, heavy security.  I guess Mom’s been paying attention to what I told her about unwanted visitors.  Hm, I suppose she got a dose of that herself with that whole ring catastrophe.’  He winced at the memory.

With the light shining green, the wooden (with a steel core, he noticed) door slid easily aside, revealing a small entry room.  Ranma jerked in surprise as overhead lighting automatically activated, apparently detecting his presence.  Muttering about newfangled devices, he kicked off his worn kung fu slippers and slipped into one of the waiting pairs of (very nice, satin exterior) house slippers, then slid the interior door aside.

He looked quickly left and right, seeing glimpses of a large bedroom to the left and what looked like a bathing room to the right.  Straight ahead thorough another doorway was a room with at least one black leather couch against the far wall, so he assumed that was the living room.  He blinked, realizing that the apartment did indeed occupy the entire third floor.

‘This place is *huge*.’

Space was a luxury afforded to only rich Japanese.  All his life, Ranma had been, effectively, poor, but lack of space wasn’t something that had affected him.  Being used to living outside had made life in the typically space efficient Tendo home a bit of an ordeal until he got used to it.  This apartment was big enough that for once he didn’t feel cramped when indoors.

He grinned and said aloud, ”Wow!  Nice place, Mom.  Thanks.”  His smile got bigger as he noticed that the entire apartment was floored with traditional straw cored, reed surfaced tatami mats as opposed to hardwood or carpet.  He also liked the look of the natural wood that made up the walls and ceiling, glowing mellowly in the afternoon sunlight from the abundant windows.  “Heh, looks almost look a dojo.  Sweet.” 

Ranma walked into the living room and inhaled deeply, enjoying the soothing smell of fresh tatami mats.  He stamped his foot.  ‘Man, these are really good mats.  You could use these for iron hand practice.’  He  bent down and rubbed the smooth, tough surface of one.  “These kind of reeds are *expensive*.  How the heck does Mom think I’ll be able to replace them?!”

The room was fully equipped with modern entertainment devices, including an eighty inch plasma flatpanel television mounted in an attractive hardwood stand.  Ranma approved of the way it was all arranged against the wall to maximize space.  He flopped on one of the two black leather couches for a moment, seeing how it was positioned so you could chat with whoever was in the other couch while watching TV or listening to music.

‘Nice.  Man, I could sleep on this couch, easy.’ 

Reluctantly leaving the unaccustomed comfort, he went to the wall opposite the couch to check out the sleek black stereo system.  ‘On button, on button…’ 

*click* 

“Oooooh, baby… Let me show you what love is all about!”

As the sensuous foreign music filled the air, Ranma checked the display for a name.  ‘Barry White.  Hm…I guess it’s okay.  I’ll have to listen to the rest of these when I get a chance.’

The stereo was an advanced model and had seventeen inch flatpanel touchscreen displaying the available song library.  “Marvin Gaye, “Sexual Healing”…Prince, “Soft and Wet”…”Gendo’s Big Pimpin’ Love Mix”!  What the heck is that?!”

Muttering about why he couldn’t have normal parents, the young martial artist went to check out two more important rooms of the house, namely the place to sleep and the place to make (and eat) food.

The kitchen was nice, complete with modern appliances and a wooden knife block loaded with fine Japanese knives.  There was a decent sized storage room immediately off of it, already containing basic supplies such as rice and flour.  He checked the fridge. 

“Eel, oysters, mangos, caviar, chocolate sauce…”

The bedroom was big, the same size as the entire living room, and held two walk in closets and huge bed with an attractive and sturdy wooden headboard and frame.  Filled with an odd suspicion, Ranma threw back the handmade quilt to reveal ultra expensive black silk sheets.  The smooth, sensuously slippery fabric gleamed innocently under the illumination of the overhead lights.  Ranma jerked the quilt back over it with a grunt of irritation.

“Mom…you’ve got some kinda ideas going through your crazy head and I don’t like it, I don’t like it one bit!”

He fumed a bit more, then realized he was hungry.  Returning to the kitchen, he made a quick snack out of crackers and cheese plus some fresh oysters with a dash of hoisen sauce.  He tossed them back one after another while leaning against the counter.  “Mm mm.  Oh yeah.  Oysters I love you.”

After a quick hand wash in the sink, Ranma realized that he had another problem: the fire down below had returned.  He eyed the fridge resentfully.  ‘Darn oysters.  Time ta visit Mako-chan.’

* * *

Makoto Kino, currently cooking up dinner in her well used wok, turned at the sound of knuckles on wood.  ‘Who could that be?’

“Come in!”

She smiled brightly as a shaggy haired head poked into her kitchen.  “Oh!  Ranma!  Please come in.”

Ranma kicked off his outdoor shoes with careless ease and slipped his feet into a pair of house slippers.  Makoto noticed that the “carelessly” kicked off shoes landed neatly next to one another in the proper spot.  ‘Whoa.  He’s so cool…’

Ranma smiled at the brown haired chef.  She was looking adorable in regular clothes with a bunny adorned apron over top.  She smiled back, somewhat shyly.  “I was just cooking.”

Ranma took a deep breath.  “Smells good.  Ginger beef?”

She flashed another smile.  “Yep.  Want some?”

He grinned back happily.  ”Oh yeah!  I love ginger and I looove beef, so it’s double good.”

His eyes were attracted to Makoto’s generous front and he stared at her boobs unselfconsciously.  The brown haired Senshi blushed a bit and dropped her gaze to the bulge in Ranma’s pants.  After a moment, she coughed lightly and said, “Ranma-sempai…your problem…it’s returned?” 

“Erk!”  Ranma guiltily ripped his eyes from Makoto’s curvy boobage.  “Uh, yeah.  It has.”  He looked at the floor.  “Now that I think about it, I’m kinda taking advantage of you, aren’t I?  I mean, I suppose I could take care of it myself…”

Makoto waved her hands.  “Oh, no no!  I don’t mind, really.”

Ranma met her gaze with a vulnerable look.  “Really?”

Makoto smiled softly.  “Really.”

Ranma’s gaze grew more intense.  “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Makoto’s response was quiet, as if to not disturb the suddenly charged atmosphere.  ”No…”

Ranma approached and slowly wrapped his arms around her.  She responded in kind, shivering as his hard member pressed into her belly through his thin silk pants.  He struggled for self control as her soft lips pressed against his and her cloth covered breasts squashed pleasantly against his chest.  A few seconds into the kiss, tongues came into play.  His hands moved down to squeeze her bottom.  She moaned into his mouth, feeling the hard length of his cock twitch in response.

They broke in order to breathe.  “Mmm…”

Ranma stared into his sort-of girlfriend’s eyes.  “I want to take you to the nearest bed and fuck you, right now.”

Makoto stared back and breathed heavily, her heart racing.  Something about being near her sempai made her feel so out of control.  He may have wanted to take her to the nearest bed, but she wouldn’t have minded being fucked right here on the kitchen table, she was just too self conscious to say so.

A loud sizzle distracted the pair from their clinch.  Makoto cried, “The beef!”

Breathing hard himself, Ranma sat down at the kitchen table to wait for dinner.  It was pleasant to watch the comely chef at work.  He smiled as she fussed over the almost burned dinner, stirring it rapidly with a wooden stir fry paddle.  ‘She’s so cute…’

* * *

Dinner was a silent affair, Ranma occupied with putting on a better show of manners than usual, and Makoto flustered by finally having a boyfriend-type-person in her home.  They both knew what was going to happen after the meal, and the anticipation was a palpable thing humming in the air.

“That was great, Mako-chan.”

”Thank you.”

Silence.

“Shall we…go to my bedroom?”

Ranma smiled brightly.  “Sure, Mako-chan.  You said you wanted to show it to me, right?”

Makoto blushed.  “Yes…”  ‘I’m such a tart…’

Makoto’s apartment was rather small, and so was her bedroom.  Ranma eyed her bed.  It could fit two, if they were friendly.  He grinned.  He planned to be very, *very* friendly, so that wasn’t a problem. 

“Could you change into your Senshi form, Mako-chan?  I’m really strong and I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

Makoto smiled and nodded, reaching into her pocket for her henshin stick.  A tingle passed through her when Ranma stared appreciatively during her transformation. 

“Damn, is that ever a sexy outfit.  You really fight demons in that?”

Makoto nodded, making her ponytail swing.  She glanced down at the short skirt and high heels that came with her magical transformation.  “I guess it is kind of impractical…it just came with the magic, it’s not something we ever questioned.”

Ranma quirked an eyebrow.  “Maybe that’s part of the magic….the not questioning, I mean.”  Given his past experiences, he didn’t trust magic any more than a Hong Kong restaurant owner trusted his Pop.

Makoto blinked.  “Whoa…I never thought of that.  I’ll have to bring it up at the next meeting.”

Ranma’s attention was on other things.  “Right.”  He moved over and wrapped the sexy Senshi in another embrace.  They kissed passionately, stumbling over towards the bed.  “Mmmm…”

Makoto got rid of his shirt, then his pants.  Ranma wasn’t having such an easy time of it.  “Damn it!  This fuku doesn’t want to come off you, Mako-chan.”

She lay back and smiled seductively.  “Tear it off me, then.”

Ranma grinned and pulled off his boxers, freeing a rampant erection.  Makoto stared, her tongue sneaking out and moistening her lips.  “With pleasure.”

*tear*  Makoto’s panties were revealed, showing a large damp spot on the front.

*rend*  Ranma tossed the destroyed blouse over his shoulder and reached out to fondle her breasts.  He carefully snapped the magically created bra and tossed that to the side as well.  His hard, callused hands glided gently across the sensitive flesh, pausing to stroke the fully erect peaks of Makoto’s nipples.  “So warm… 

She moaned softly in pleasure.  She was finding it almost scary how horny her sempai’s touch was making her.  “Please…”

Ranma didn’t look away from gently exploring her breasts.  She gasped as he took two handfuls of warm tit and gently kneaded.  “So big…”

Makoto blurted, “Ranma-sempai…I’m so horny…please fuck me!” and immediately blushed, mortified at her slutty language.

Ranma put a hand on her panties, rubbing the spreading wet spot against her pussy and making her gasp.  “You’re pretty damn wet down there alright, Mako-chan.”

“Sempaiiii…”

She gasped again a second later as he carefully tore the undergarment in half and pulled it from her body, then moaned as the rough surface of his hand pressed gently against her wet pussy and rubbed in a circle, stimulating her clit.  “Oh god!”

Ranma grimaced.  It was hard keeping himself under control, but this was the first time they were meeting when one or both of them weren’t absolutely desperate for satisfaction and he wanted to take it slow.  The last few times he’d shoved his cock into her body without much preamble and the Big Book O’ Hentai said that that was a no-no.  He rubbed gently between her legs again, pleased at the moan this produced.  “Is this enough foreplay, Mako-chan?”

“Goddamn it, YES!”

“Eep!”

Makoto lashed out with her arms and legs, pulling her lover on top of her.  Ranma chuckled and wrestled gently with her for a moment, both of them moaning as their sensitive bits ground together.  She murmured into his ear, feeling wicked.  “Put that big thing inside me, Ranma-sempai.  I’m ready.”

Ranma humped his hips against her, groaning along with her as his cock slid along her slippery outer pussy lips.  “Anything you want, Mako-chan.  AH!”  He sheathed himself in one long thrust. 

“Mmm…”  They kissed as Ranma moved experimentally inside his partner.  Already the tight grip of Makoto’s cunt threatened to make him come.  His hips pumped involuntarily as the uniquely intense sensation of nearing climax radiated from the head of his cock.  “This one might not last long – unh! – Mako-chan.”

“Hunnnnhhhh…then you’ll, hunhhh…just have to make love to me again, sempai...ah!”

“Sure…ah, ah, ah, ah, AHHH!”  Ranma pumped his hips against Makoto, driving his cock deep into the slippery interior of her body.  “Shit that feels good!  Hah, ah, ah, ah, AH!  Oh god, gonna come soon Mako-chan!”

Makoto felt like her heart was going to beat its way out of her body, right through her ribcage.  It wasn’t so much the physical pleasure, as the sheer excitement of having her hunky sempai lying on top of her, thrusting his hard cock into her most intimate place.  Thoughts of being alone were far away as she cried out, “Come inside me!  Fill me with your hot come, Ranma-sempai!”

That was it for Ranma.  Having this ravishingly sexy girl begging him to shoot his load inside her while fucking her on her own bed tipped his excitement over the edge.  He thrust inside her furiously, trying to extend the super intense sensations from his cockhead as they peaked and his cock began to spurt.

“UNGHHHH!!!  God, ah, damn, oh…”

Ranma breathed heavily as his body calmed down.  He felt himself rapidly softening inside Makoto’s wet cunt.  “Oh, man…oh…man…”  Now that it wasn’t an emergency situation, he could afford to appreciate the pleasantly euphoric relaxation of having emptied himself into a woman.

His mind replayed the last few minutes, isolating sensations that had gotten lost among the greater intensity of needing to come.  He shifted slightly, enjoying the feeling of Makoto’s big, soft breasts rubbing against his chest.  Her warm breath caressed his ear.  Her long, sexy legs shifted under him, tickling the front of his legs. 

“Was that good for you too, Mako-chan?”

“Mm hm.”  Makoto felt nicely relaxed too.  Her orgasm hadn’t been a big one, just a minigasm induced by the excitement of sex here in her own bed.  The entire experience of Ranma’s visit was a great one, so she was content.  She was sure that it would only get better from here.

They rested for a few minutes, idly touching each other at first, then at some unseen signal switching to deep kisses and open fondling.

Ranma sucked in a deep breath as he broke from Makoto’s enthusiastic mouth.  He was hard again, and it felt great.  He raised himself on his hands, letting out a small groan at the feeling of his brown haired sex partner’s cum loaded pussy sliding around his recharged weapon.

“Do you want to keep going, Mako-chan?”

Makoto gazed up at him, smiling, her beautiful face attractively flushed with exertion.  Ranma thought the way she was resting her curled up hands between her breasts was very cute.  “Oh yes!”

Ranma thrust inside her a couple times, testing his level of arousal.  Makoto moaned, blushing at the obscene wet noise her pussy was making. 

“Uhhhh…that’s so nasty…”

“What?”  Ranma thrust a few more times, his powerfully muscled frame making it easy to control his speed and timing. 

“Damn, that’s a sexy noise.”  He sped up, effortlessly filling the Senshi of Jupiter’s pussy hard and fast.  Her cheeks blazed as the wet slap-slap noise of their connection filled her bedroom.

“Oh yeah – that feels really good – unh!  My cum inside you makes it really easy to move, Mako-chan.”  He grunted as Makoto’s pussy squeezed for a moment. 

He sped up, grinning.  “All that thick, gooey cum inside your pussy, Mako-chan – unh!”  He grunted as her pussy squeezed again.  “Ah!  You feel so good, Mako-chan.  So good around my hard cock.”  It was hard to control his excitement as he watched the lovely big breasted girl under him feverishly rub her clit in response to his teasing words.

“Come for me Mako-chan - I’m fucking your tight, wet pussy and it feels so good – unh, shit, I love it when your pussy grips me like that – uh – oh yeah…”

Makoto thrashed her head from side to side, making her long silky brown hair fan out onto the pillows.  She rubbed furiously between her legs, lost in the feelings pulsing from her clit and cock-stuffed channel.  Each time her excitement peaked she thought her heart would stop from the sheer intensity of it.  She cried out as another mini peak washed over her, making her uncontrollably clench herself around him. 

“Ranma-sempaiiii!”

Ranma smiled, panting a bit as he pumped steadily inside his partner, his excitement rising and falling but without danger of going over.  ‘Finally getting a bit of control…’ 

It felt just so damn *good* to be moving inside her, it was satisfying in a way that was hard to describe.  He wanted to continue it as long as possible, he wanted to keep fucking her all day.  “You’re so warm and slippery inside there, Mako-chan, it feels sooo good.”

His smile turned into a goofy face as Makoto’s pussy tightened and released, much longer this time.  “Oh gaaaaawd that feels good!  I can’t hold back any more, Mako-chan.”

Makoto’s long, well muscled legs slipped around her partner’s solid waist, gripping him tightly as he began fucking her without restraint. 

“Unh unh UNH!  So – fucking – good -”

Ranma suspended himself above Makoto with his hands and pumped his hips as hard and fast as he could.  The pleasantly hot, tingly sensation of sliding inside her overflowing cunt rapidly changed into the overwhelmingly urgent rise towards climax.  He tried to hold back, loving each second of the now incredibly tight squeeze of her slippery love tunnel around his fast moving dick, but it was futile.  ”Ah – ah - ahhhhh!”

The peculiar numbness slash neural overload that he was still getting used to burst through his cock.  He found the contractions of discharging so powerful they were almost uncomfortable.  Hell, they *were* uncomfortable, but they also felt good in some weird way.  “Oh – god - I’m coming, coming inside you Mako-chan!”  He groaned happily as he filled the sexy Senshi with his hot seed.

A loud whimper told him that she had found her satisfaction as well, aided perhaps by his statement.  Through the fuzz of overstimulation in his lower parts he felt her pussy squeezing and relaxing around him.  Figuring she might be a bit overstimulated as well, he moved to withdraw from her, but felt her gloved hands on his back, preventing it. 

“No…please, Ranma-sempai, lie on top of me.  Please?”

He settled down on her as requested, sighing at the cushiony softness of Makoto’s big breasts as they flattened under his chest.  They kissed deeply and after a few minutes of pleasurable lip to lip contact, rolled so that they were on their sides.

Ranma slid her hands across her trim waist and around back, taking two handfuls of shapely, solid butt and squeezing.  He could tell she put in regular hours of exercise, and he appreciated it.  ‘Nothing as sexy as a fit woman…’

Makoto “hmmed” in pleasure and indulged in a rearward grope of her own.  ‘Mmmm, it’s like it’s made out of rock.’

“So…Ranma-sempai…where were you the last three days?  I thought you might…drop by.”  Makoto did her best to sound casually inquiring.

“Um…”  Ranma assumed the classic “hand scratching at pigtail” position, finding it worked well lying down.  “I sort of had to fight an invasion of giant demon locusts.”

Makoto’s eyes popped wide open.  “Oh my god!  We tried to fight those, but there were so many of them!”  She began checking him for injuries, as well as getting in a thorough fondle.

“Ahhh…that feels good, Mako-chan…”

*grope squeeze grope*  “Do you know what made them finally go away?”

“Uhhh…I challenged their leader to a duel.”

Makoto stopped her exploratory touching to look him concernedly in the face.  “A duel!?  But he must have been insanely powerful!”

Ranma smiled at her.  “Yeah, he was…I’d have hated to take him on one on one.  So…”

”So…?”

”I challenged him to an eating contest.”

Makoto’s jaw dropped.  “You challenged the leader of a horde of *locusts* to an EATING CONTEST?”

Ranma patted his belly.  “And I won, too.”

Makoto stared at the martial artist’s flat, muscular stomach, with the sort of apprehension one shows when near a possibly dangerous (super)natural phenomenon, like a huge hole in the ground or a gigantic ship-eating whirlpool.  The image of a cute chibi Ranma and cute chibi demon locust appeared in her mind, both of them running through an endless field of grain with hugely exaggerated jaws that opened and shut relentlessly, swallowing metric tons of golden harvest.  The vision was complete with wailing chibi farmers in the distance.

“Well…we warmed up with a few all-you-can-eat restaurants.  Pops even cried afterwards, said it was one of the greatest things he’d ever seen.  The owners didn’t seem so happy though…one of them something about this being the wrong week to quit sniffing glue…”

Makoto leaned on one hand and toyed with Ranma’s pigtail with the other, fascinated.  “And then?”

“I could see that this Locust King was no slouch.  Man, could he ever put it away!  We got along pretty well, actually.  He said he’d never seen a human that could keep up with a Locust Soldier.  He even said that if I won he might engage me to his daughter.”

Makoto stiffened.  “Oh?”

Ranma sighed.  “Yeah, that sort of thing tends to happen to me.  Anyway, I was starting to feel pretty full.  I figured I might lose, so…I tricked him.”

Makoto resumed playing with his pigtail.  “How did you trick him, Ranma-sempai?”

Ranma squirmed a bit, pushing his index fingers together repeatedly.  “I had my fiancée make me a nice dinner and then I tricked him into eating it.”

Makoto’s eyebrows scrunched together.  “That’s it?”

“Yeah…the guy at the hospital said it was the first time they’d ever pumped the stomach of a supernatural humanoid insect.  I felt bad about it, but I was pretty sure he’d live, what with him being the King of The Locust People and all.”

Makoto’s eyebrows were showing signs of terminal scrunch.  “You were *pretty sure* he’d live?  What kind of fiancées do you HAVE?!”

“Eh heh heh…”

Makoto gave her head a little shake and let the subject go.  She didn’t want to be a hectoring girlfriend, after all.  “So, are you enemies with him?  Did he swear vengeance or anything?”

“Nah...he said all was fair in war and eating contests.  He seemed pretty impressed when I told him she fed me that stuff all the time.”

Makoto smiled.  “Hm.  That’s good then.  As long as he doesn’t return with his daughter any time soon.”

“Yeah.”

There was a short, contented silence.  Warm kisses were exchanged, and Ranma took the opportunity to play with Makoto’s breasts.  The whole female body part appreciation thing was still new to him, but he had decided he could forgive his two school buds, Hiroshi and Daisuke, their previously incomprehensible fascination with this particular female feature.

They were soft, smooth and warm, pleasant to the touch and…he nibbled gently…

“Ah!  Sempaiiii…”

…somehow, to the taste as well.

After a bit of this, Ranma found his head clutched firmly to Makoto’s ample chest.  A pleasant mental fog descended as the inner slopes of her breasts caressed both of his cheeks, but it cleared rapidly when she said, “Ranma-sempai…we need to talk.”

‘Uh-oh.’

Surprisingly, Ranma had never had this particular situation come up before.  His relationships were too odd and too quick for that.  However, some primal bit of male DNA twinged, telling him that things had just become complicated and that he should pay attention, no matter how distracting his current position.

“I just want to know…what are we to one another?  Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?  I know you’ve already got too many fiancées and I don’t want to add to your problems…”

Ranma reluctantly pulled his head from its comfortable resting spot so that he could look Makoto in the eye.  “I’ve never had a girlfriend, really.”

“Really?”

“Nah.  I moved around too much.  Not that I would have known what to do with one anyway, thanks to Pop…”

“So, I was your…first?”

“My first girlfriend?  Yeah, if that’s what we are.”

”No, I meant your first…”  She touched his flaccid member with a naughty twinkle in her green eyes.

Ranma smiled at her.  “Yeah, you were that too.  How about you?”

Makoto looked down at the bed sheets, a cloud crossing her expression.  “No old boyfriends.  My parents...and then my height and getting into fights…I wasn’t a popular girl.”

“Oh.  You’re so pretty and nice, and a great cook…I figured-“

Makoto looked into Ranma’s eyes.  “You were my first, Ranma-sempai.  And I’m glad.  I don’t think I could have met someone better than you back then anyway.”

Ranma was caught by the warm emotions pouring from Makoto’s green eyed gaze. “Um...thanks Mako-chan.  I’m glad you were my first too.”

They leaned towards each other, feeling each other’s warm breath on their faces, and-

*BANG BANG BANG*

-jumped as someone pounded, hard, on Makoto’s kitchen door. 

“Mako-chan!  Are you home?  Answer the door!”

“AHH!  It’s the whole gang!  Ami must have detected my transformation.  Ranma-sempai, I’m sorry but I don’t want them to catch us this way.  Can you get your clothes and-“

Makoto stopped, mouth open, as she noticed Ranma was no longer visible.  “Ranma-sempai?”

“Psst.”

She turned to see him looking at her upside down through her bedroom window.  “I’ll catch you later, Mako-chan.  It was great.  Next time you come to my apartment, okay?  Here’s the address and my phone number.”

Makoto blinked at the business card he tossed her with a quick snap of his wrist.  “Ranma Saotome, Man Among Men?”

He grimaced.  “Mom.  Don’t ask.  I’ve got like two thousand of them.  I’ll tell you later if you want to hear about it.”

Makoto nodded, blinking.  She already knew Ranma-sempai’s father was a…character.  It seemed his mother was as well.  ‘Inlaws are always a problem, they say…’  Realizing what she was thinking, she blushed and giggled to herself. 

Already blocks away, in mid bound, Ranma almost missed a landing as a familiar shiver went up his back.  ‘Damn.  Someone’s thinking about marryin’ or engagin’ me.’

Ever since he’d done that extended sixth sense training years ago from that “Become A Ninja In 6 Easy Lessons!!!” pamphlet, he’d been slowly learning which shiver was which. 

‘You’d think I’d be used to it by now…’

* * *

END – Chapter 04

* * *

Next chapter:  Ah…more stuff.  More sexin’, more goofy enemies, more laffs.  Will Kodachi get to ride the Wild Horse?  Where’s Shampoo during all this?  And will Nabiki ever get the thorough stuffing that I keep promising?  Enquiring minds want to know!  I’d tell you, but fatigue doesn’t currently permit.  Stay tuned for for Further Developments Part Two (title subject to change without notice).

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Omake!!!

Provided courtesy of Oracle.

WHAT IF…I decided to cross WHBM with Eva?

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Ryouga scowled as he stormed up the beach, staring balefully back at the blood red sea ebbing behind him. He had been so close. He had had it all. It had been right there, right in front of him. He had had a home, a family, Akane... he hadn't even been getting lost anymore! Yet, it had all been horrifically twisted somehow, wrong in some indefinable way... perverted almost.

And now he was here.

Shivering slightly in the chill ocean air, Ryouga fell back on his failsafe, the one act he knew could always bring him satisfaction.
Raising his arms skyward, he cried out, "Damn you Ranma! Because of you, I've seen heaven! And it was HELL!"
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"S-S-S-Shampoo!"

Rolling her eyes, Shampoo focused a quick glare at the offending male before resuming her task of pulling on her outfit. "Stupid Mousse! You go help others now! Shampoo no need you help putting on outfit!"

"Are you sure, my love?" the part time duck's voice wafted out from behind the dividing wall, "It sounds like you're having trouble!"

"Shampoo quite sure she no need stupid duck's help!" Shampoo sneered, raising her voice to make sure that it reached the offending element, "Mousse mind own business for once! Now go away or Shampoo hit Mousse so hard he stuck singing in Amazon Barber Shop Quartet!"

"Very well, my love. But call me if you have any trouble!"

Shampoo sighed heavily as Mousse's voice slowly trailed away, accompanied by slightly unsteady footsteps. Once she was sure he was really gone, she resumed pulling at the fabric of her outfit, scowling at the apparent futility of her efforts.

"Ugh! How stupid Japanese do this?!" she huffed, "Who design suit like this anyway?! What they call it... plugsuit? Grr! Er.. Ahh!"

*Hisssss*

Shampoo stared down at the suit as it quickly shrink wrapped around her, her cheeks slowly heating as the plugsuit's final shape became visible. "Aiyah! Even Joketsuzoku clothing not this revealing!!"

...

Shampoo paused.

...

"Oh, Airennnn...!!!"

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Huffing irritably, Misato lifted Pen Pen out of the sink, grumbling slightly as said bird dripped warm water all over her kitchen floor. It had just been cleaned too. Shaking her head, and resolving to ask Shinji to clean it again later, she turned her attention back to the despondent waterfowl, dunking him quickly in the pail of ice water she had set off to one side.

Growling slightly as she lifted the now thoroughly chilled bird out of its ice bath, she swung Pen Pen around and dipped him in the sink again, grinding her teeth in frustration.

"C'mon! Change, damn you, change!!"

*Waaaarrrk!!!*
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Tatewaki Kuno stared passively out at the burning city, watching grimly as the Angel continued to ravage the smaller buildings and various warehouses that lacked the retractive properties of their larger counterparts. It was a sad event, this utter destruction, but he could not pity the victims. No, not when they had been so unwilling to listen to him, he, who had been predicting this event from the very beginning.

Turning away from the sight, Kuno quickly sheathed his bokkuto, shaking his head resignedly. "The justice of heaven is sure and swift."
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The red lighting flickered darkly over Gendo Ikari's features as he sat perched in the Room of Gauf, slumped slightly over his desk with his fingers steepled rigidly in front of him, masking his features and lending him an air reminiscent of some particularly imposing gargoyle.

"Is the plan on schedule?"

"Affirmative," Fuyutsuki replied, coughing slightly and stepping forward, emerging from the shadows that cloaked the back part of the room. "Everything is proceeding as predicted in the Scrolls. The old men seem to be holding off for the time being as well. The situation appears to have dissolved into a waiting game."

"Excellent," Gendo smirked, though the gesture was lost behind the tight pyramid of his steepled palms and forefingers. "Then we need only wait for Lillith to become aware. It won't be long before that old mummy awakens and the Third Impact begins. I-"

*WHACK*

Turning his head slowly to the side, Gendo stared at the small gnome that was perched on one side of his desk, ignoring for the moment the pain emanating from the rising lump on his forehead. Clearing his throat and keeping as level a voice he could manage, he slowly asked, "Was that really necessary?"

The gnome snorted, then cackled, then whacked him again for good measure. "You tell me, sonny! Honestly! Calling a woman in the prime of her life an old mummy! You're starting to sound just like my son in law!"

Muttering under his breath, Gendo not for the first time wondered why the UN couldn't have just sent a spy instead.
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Chapter 04 – Real Final End