Forgot the lemon tag on the repost of Chapter 1. Apologies...

WARNING:  This work of fanfiction contains graphically described
senses of sexual activity. If you are under the age of eighteen or
if such material offends you, do not read further.


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"I can't BELIEVE ya talked me inta this!!" Ranma fingered the
large skirt of her tailored Furinkan uniform. Kasumi had been a
wizard at the rapid letting out and taking in of certain seams,
but still...

"Weren't you the one saying that cold water finds you? Do you have
a BETTER idea?"

"Well, I mean, sure! If I try hard enough, I can avoid--"

~~SPLASH!~~

Dripping, Ranma glared at the old lady ladling water onto the
sidewalk, oblivious to everything but her task.

"You were saying, oh wise and--"

"Yeah, yeah," Ranma interrupted. "Let's just go already!"

"Grouch." A gleam entered the taller girl's eye.

"Hmph! I tell ya, if-- MMMGLFHF!!"

Akane had swept her up into one of those probing kisses that Ranma
had discovered over the last twenty-four hours would melt her
toes, and the redhead sagged, her hands and feet dangling.

"AAAH!!!" Unfortunately, the ladle lady decided to wake up.
"PERVERTS!! AAAHH!!!"

Ranma and Akane dashed away, although the expertly thrown ladle,
zipping through the air in a deadly arc, tagged Ranma in the back
of the head. She lay facedown on the tarmac, first and fourth
fingers extended, legs bent, and her eyes spiraling.

"What a way to start the day..." Akane picked Ranma up and headed
for the local clinic.


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                    _I'll_ Be Your Fiancee!

              A Ranma 1/2 Creme Lemon Fanfiction
                               by
                          Cabbit Blue


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    Chapter the Second: Like Moths to an Alternative Flame


"Oh, Tofu-senseeei!" Akane wrangled herself and the girl in her
arms through the front door of the local clinic. "Tofu-senseeei!"

Silence.

"Well, drat!" Akane gently laid her fiancee in a waiting room
chair, propped her up on her elbow, thought seriously about
ravishing her in the waiting room -- *Oooo, wouldn't that be
naughty!* -- and proceeded to hunt down the errant resident
physician.

For her part, Ranma was in a hazy dream where Akane was slowly
going about the business of disrobing her, taking her achingly
sweet time, savoring every movement of cloth against soft skin.

Ranma shivered in unconsciousness.

Akane turned her around, and her arms reached under Ranma's,
undoing the cord-and-peg ties of her red Chinese tang, grinding
her pelvis into the redhead's buttocks. The tang fell to the
floor, and Akane placed her hands on Ranma's shoulders and pushed
her over to her hands and knees. Ranma groaned in anticipation and
looked over her shoulder to see that Akane had already pulled down
Ranma's black pants and panties and that Akane had donned her
strap-on, but before her very eyes, it became a real penis,
growing even larger.

Dozing in the chair, Ranma's eyes cracked open halfway.

Ranma dream-thought it strange that it didn't bother her too much
that Akane had a wanger, but she turned around, gasping as the
hot, smooth length-- A flash of white caught her eye, and she
looked at her shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Startled into a state of confused reality, one part of Ranma's
brain saw, from her position as she clung to the ceiling, a
kind-faced man in a charcoal gi, a quizzical expression on his
face as he looked up, and a skeleton in his lap, one hand
extended.

The other part of Ranma's brain was living the last tattered rags
of her dream, and Akane slammed all the way in.

"UNGHAAAHNNNGH!" Falling from the ceiling, Ranma curled up like a
spider and shook slightly.

"Oh! Tofu-sensei! There you are!" Akane entered from the
examination room.

"Akane-chan? Who's this?" Tofu pointed Betty's -- his
skeleton's -- hand at the quivering redhead on the floor.

"Oh, that's, um..." Akane looked from Tofu to Ranma and back
again. "...a little complicated."

"Oh, Akaneeee..." Ranma moaned. "So goooood..."

Tofu blushed, and Akane put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, you sweet
thing. You had a wet dream about me, didn't you?"

Ranma nodded slowly, eyes focusing. Tofu cleared his throat, and
Ranma snapped awake.

"AAAH!!" The redhead scowled at Tofu from her new position behind
her fiancee.

"Um..." Tofu fought off the urge to scratch his head with Betty's
bony hand and turned his attention to Akane. "What can I do for
you, Akane-chan? Did you, er, ahem, 'hurt' yourself, again?"

Blushing, Akane said, "It was only that once. Sayuri-- She-- We--
No, I'm not hurt." She glanced at the ceiling before looking at
Tofu, again. "Tofu-sensei, this is Saotome Ranma, my, er...
fiance."

Tofu raised an eyebrow. "Indeed."

"She was knocked out by a... ladle a little bit ago, and I thought
you should look up her-- examine her!"

He ignored Akane's almost innuendo. "Uh... Right. If you'll follow
me into the examining room."

"Hey! I'm fine! Take more'n a damn ladle to--"

"Now, Ranma-chan, you should let Sensei take a look."

"Well..."

"Please?" Akane batted her eyes in what she hoped was a kawaii
face.

Ranma melted at once. "Yeah, okay." She trudged into the adjoining
room, Akane following.

"Where did the ladle hit you?"

Ranma patted the back of her head.

"Okay. Sit on the table, please."

She complied, and Tofu looked into both of her eyes and then
massaged the back of her head.

"I don't see any problems. When was your last regular checkup?
Your last gynecological exam?"

Ranma tilted her head. "Guy-naw whut?"

"I _see_... I can take a quick look later, but you really should
see a specialist, especially if you've never had a gynecological
exam. I had a cancellation for four o'clock this afternoon, so
it's no problem."

"Uh, yeah... Whatever."

"We should hurry, Ranma, or we'll be late your first day at
school."

Ranma nodded, and the two teens quickly departed after promising
to visit again that afternoon for Ranma's checkup. Tofu waved, and
then scratched his head.

"Fiance?" He shrugged, and then shelved the matter when ancient
Kanzaki-san hobbled into the clinic, the crone giving Tofu the
evil eye.

"No funny stuff this time, young man! I'm too old to enjoy it
anymore! Love therapy indeed! And at MY age!"

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"What a weirdo. Guy-naw-somethin' 'r other." Ranma and Akane
strolled down the lane towards school, students filtering in from
various directions, creating a line of uniforms.

"Ranma! All women have to have those exams. A simple problem now
could become permanent if you're not careful."

Ranma huffed. "Would it do any good ta say I'm a guy?!"

For her answer, Akane reached across and openly massaged Ranma's
nearest breast, drawing more than a few stares from their
schoolmates. After a suitable moan and facial reddening, Ranma
said, "No, I guess it wouldn't."

"All good is balanced by a little bad. Remember that."

"Yes, Sensei," Ranma sang.

"Oooo, for that," Akane wagged her finger in Ranma's face, "you're
doing all the work next time!"

"Awww, but, Akane--! Huh?"

Akane had poked Ranma's nose while smiling her kawaii smile.
"Gotcha."

Ranma opened her mouth to retort -- or to kiss her -- but a pair
of shrieks, coming from different directions, caused her to fall
into a ready stance, eyes scanning all directions and taking in
the girl running up from behind and another girl running back
towards them.

"Relax, Ranma," Akane said, chuckling. "They're my friends."

Pulling out of her stance, Ranma looked back and forth, watching
the two girls sprint to their position. They arrived at the same
time, bracketing Ranma between them. They were taller than her,
and Ranma had to crane her neck to continue looking back and
forth.

"Oh, Akane-chan, WHERE did you FIND her?" the one with the wavy
light brown hair said.

"She's a DOLL!" the other, straight black hair, added.

Akane stepped up and put her arms around Ranma, saying, "This is
Ranma. My fiance."

The two girls blink-blinked. "Wow," the first said, "I didn't
think your dad was that... liberal."

"Ranma, this is Yuka," Akane pointed at the wavy brown-haired
girl, "and Sayuri," black-haired. "They are my best friends."

"Nice to meet you, Ranma!" Yuka said.

"Ditto," Sayuri said.

"Yeah, uh, me, too." Ranma was surrounded by a triangle of taller
women and was feeling a bit confined. That the new girls were
touching her and caressing her wasn't helping.

"Now, girls, girls. Ranma isn't a toy," Akane chided, batting away
the others' hands.

"Too bad," Yuka said.

"Ditto," Sayuri seconded.

"Yuka-chan and Sayuri-chan are Furinkan's hottest couple," Akane
explained. "Errr, yuri, that is..."

"You two may have just knocked us out of the number one slot,"
Sayuri said, her eyes flicking over Ranma's form. "A RED-head!"

"Yuri?" Ranma asked. "What's that?"

"Is she a REAL redhead?" Yuka asked, waggling her eyebrows.

"Um... Two girls, instead of a boy and a girl, Ranma, and yes,
Yuka-chan, a real redhead."

"Oh... Right, hehe," Ranma said. Yuka fanned herself in response
to Akane's answer, but Ranma missed the point of the other
exchange entirely.

Keeping Ranma close, Akane motioned that they should resume
walking to school. Yuka and Sayuri walked around them, shifting
their positions, letting their hands flash out and caress the
redhead. For her part, Ranma was growing more and more nervous.

"Ne, Akane-chan, you should invite Ranma over for some nude
Twister," Yuka offered, cupping Ranma's bottom. Ranma jumped.

"Yeah, what Yuka said," Sayuri added, running her hand through
Ranma's hair.

"Well... I don't know..." Akane said.

"It'd be SOOO much fun!" Yuka said as they approached the gates of
Furinkan, sneaking her hand around Ranma's bottom and pushing her
skirt up between her legs.

"AAAAH!" Ranma scowled down at them from atop a light pole. Yuka
and Sayuri blink-blinked. "Only Akane-chan can do that! Uh..."
Ranma blushed at her public admission.

"Girls! Keep your hands to yourselves!" Akane warned, scowling
also.

"We're sorry, Ranma-chan!" Yuka called.

"Ditto!"

"Ranma," Akane said, "everyone can see your panties..."

"ACK!" Ranma smoothed her skirt under her legs to her knees,
*D-Darn girl underwear... How embarrassing,* and then dropped to
the ground. Unfortunately, she didn't keep a good hold on her
apparel, and the skirted jumper blew up over her head, exposing
her from the belly button down. "AAAH!!" Ranma fought her skirt
down to the wolf whistles of several passing males. "This ain't a
good idea, Akane. I can't fight in this getup!"

Yuka and Sayuri fanned themselves. "Oh, my," Yuka said.

"She's very... well formed," Sayuri said.

Akane smirked at them before addressing Ranma. "We'll talk about
it later, Ranma.

"Just can't fight in this..." Ranma groused, sotto voce.

"HOLD, POOR BEDEVILED SOULS!"

Ranma blinked while the other three girls wilted.

"Hello, Sempai," Akane said, blowing her bangs up into the air.

"Who's that?" Ranma asked, watching a tall young man in priest's
robes stalk up to them, a smallish group of boys following closely
behind.

"Kunou Tatewaki," Yuka groaned.

"Age seventeen," Akane muttered.

"And the Apostles of the Right and Proper Way of Things," Sayuri
jibed.

~~WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!~~

Ranma goggled at the three wards that this Tatewaki person had
slapped on the others' foreheads. "What the...?"

"BEHOLD the spiritual MIGHT of the--"

"Hey, Buddy! What's the big idea?!" Ranma had her hands cocked on
her hips, glaring up at the tall boy.

"That's 'Sempai' to you, barbarian... girl..." Kunou stared down
at Ranma's lush form, saliva spilling out of his open mouth.

~~BAMP!~~ Ranma pulled her fist back from punching in Kunou's
nose. "Don't drool on the threads, you pervert!"

"That hurt, you know." Kunou peered down at Ranma, narrowing his
eyes. "Tell me, fair sunset-haired beauty, do you consort with
these, these, THESE..." He paused, calming himself. "Ahem, these
poor possessed visions of loveliness? These wayward waifs?! Driven
to take their heinous pleasures from others of their own fair
gender?! To place their sweet lips upon lips that will never utter
a word?!?! To SUCKLE at the TEAT OF PERVERSION?! TO ROLL AND
FROLIC IN THE DIVINE JUICES OF CREATION?!?!?!" ~~Hawn! Puff!
Pant!~~

One of the fifteen or so boys behind him produced a fan and waved
it at their leader, cooling him down. Kunou batted the fan away.
"As I was saying, do you consort with these women?"

"Consort? Uh... I guess so..."

~~WHAP!~~ A ward was pasted on Ranma's forehead.

And to everyone's astonishment, "OW!!" the ward fell off and burst
into flame. While Ranma beat at her bangs, Kunou, the three other
girls, and the crowd stared, until...

"AT LAST!!!" Kunou crowed. "THE TRUE SORCERER, er, SORCERESS
REVEALS HERSELF!! HAVE AT THEE, FIEND!!!"

Pulling a bokken from thin air, Kunou attacked Ranma viciously.
Distracted from almost having her hair catch fire, Ranma was hit
twice, once in the ribs and once on the inside of the thigh on her
leading leg.

"WAAAH-HA-HA-OWWW! That HURT!!!" Ranma screamed, dodging the next
few blows.

The other boys attacked Akane and her friends. Akane, of course,
schooled in her family's martial arts, was in no danger, and Yuka
and Sayuri stood back-to-back, dealing out pain via hair brush in
the eye, house keys sticking out of fists, kicks in sensitive
places, and just general angry female nastiness.

Ranma was still in the fight, as well. A strong overhead swipe of
the bokken missed the leaping redhead, and clove a giant crack in
the pavement. Ranma alighted on the wall, only to have to leap
again to avoid another overhead strike, which blew a v-shaped
chunk out of the wall.

*Damn! He's funnelin' some ki into that stick--* "ACK!!" Her skirt
billowed up again, giving the entire schoolyard an excellent view
all the way to the bottom of her breasts. Several males passed
out, including some of the attacking boys. The three girls pressed
their advantage and put the rest down for the count. Akane
quivered in place for a second, fought down the raging turn-on
from the fight, and turned to face Ranma and Kunou.

Kunou had also frozen, his eyes glazing over at the sight of
Ranma's uncovered body, but then he shook his head. "No, NO! FIERY
SORCERESS!! YOU SEEK TO DISTRACT ME WITH YOUR CHARMS!! YAAA!"

Ignoring the pain in her side and avoiding a forward thrust of the
bokken, Ranma rushed inside Kunou's guard and then stepped right
out, not appearing to have done a thing, although her skirt blew
around as if she had.

"Good night, idiot!"

Kunou hovered for a few seconds, "I... fight... on..." and then
fell forward, his bokken clattering out of his hand as he hit the
concrete. Ranma toed the bokken into the air, spinning, and caught
it one handed, resting it across her shoulder.

Akane, Yuka, and Sayuri ran up. "What did you do, Ranma?" Akane
asked.

"Put out his lights!" She grimaced and held her side.

Flipping Kunou over, the trio of girls looked at numerous foot-,
fist-, and handprints all over his body.

"Wow, I didn't even see her move," Yuka said.

Akane thought along different lines. *Kami, Ranma's so far beyond
anything I can do... And she's going to be my new sensei!!*
"YAAAY!!!" She gathered Ranma up into a fierce hug, but Ranma
cried out in pain, and Akane sat her right back down. Ranma sank
to her knees, clutching her side, tears peeking out of her
clenched eyes. "Ranma?!"

"He... got a REALLY good hit in... I think my rib is broken,"
Ranma gasped.

Akane whirled on Kunou, murder in her eyes, but another gasp from
Ranma drained away her anger. "Yuka-chan, tell Namura-sensei what
happened and that I'm taking Ranma to the clinic."

"Sure, Akane-chan."

Carefully picking Ranma up into her arms, Akane loped down the
street, taking smooth easy strides.



Nabiki had been watching from behind the wall, and she strode up
to Kunou and knelt down next to him.

"Kunou-chan, you'd better hope Ranma is okay. Otherwise, Akane's
going to skin you alive," she muttered. "I've never seen her this
focused on one of her 'friends' before." Nabiki smiled to herself.
"I guess the engagement is official."

She shuddered as she dragged Kunou to the infirmary. "Now what to
do about Kasumi..."

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"No, it's not broken. Just very badly bruised," Tofu pronounced
after probing Ranma's side. "I'll give you a salve to rub into it,
and..." He poked a few pressure points. "That should help the
pain. I'll fix you an herbal tea to speed up your healing."

Tofu straightened and walked into the adjoining room.

Akane sat on the examining table next to Ranma and put her arms
around the redhead. "I'm sorry, Ranma. Kunou's been mostly
harmless before, throwing those stupid wards against lesbians
around. The boys attack only me, usually, while Kunou raves.
Actually, it gets me all excited to have all that male flesh
trying to pin me down, then carry me off somewhere to, to, to
_convert_ me back to..." Her cheeks reddened as she noticed Ranma
gawking at her. "Ahem. About that ward... What happened?!"

"Gah." Ranma shook her head. "Wards work, Akane. I studied 'em a
little bit at a monastery in China and saw some pretty freaky
stuff up close."

"But you're not a sorcerer!"

"No, but I have magic in me, remember? Hell, my girl form IS
magic! Not the right kind for that ward, I reckon, but close
enough to make it react. Those wards were tryin' to make all of us
inta proper girls, which is kinda silly; wards don't work that
way.

"But I'm not a 'proper' girl, if ya follow me, and the ward
reacted. I wish a ward _could_ get rid of this curse, but wards
aren't strong enough. We already tried that, and nearly burnt all
of Pops' fur off. Gah."

"Oh... I see. That makes sense." Akane giggled, thinking of a
hairless panda. "Ranma, I'm not sorry you have your curse, but I
understand how you might feel about it."

Ranma canted her head, and looked at Akane, smiling. "I'm startin'
ta see _some_ good points, though..."

Tofu walked back in with a cup of tea. "Drink this." Ranma did so,
and Tofu took the cup and replaced it with a hospital gown. "Since
you're here and my appointment isn't, let's go ahead and do your
full examination, and I'll write a note for the school. It'll give
you a moment to rest, too. There's a changing screen over there."
He pointed to one corner of the examination room. "I'll get my
instruments."

Sighing, Ranma took the gown and eased off of the table. Akane
followed her behind the screen, and Ranma allowed her to help her
undress, especially where the process required her to bend her
torso past comfortable. Once Ranma was in the gown, Akane smirked
at her.

"Oooo, rear access," Akane whispered.

Ranma blushed. "A-KAA-nee..."

After a moment, Tofu noticed sounds of kissing and, perhaps, other
things emanating from behind the screen.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat.

A flushed Ranma and a grinning Akane exited to see that two
objects had been inserted into corresponding slots on the sides of
the table, near one end.

"What're those for?" Ranma asked.

"Hop up, lie down, and put the backs of your knees into the
stirrups," Tofu said.

Ranma blinked. "And then what?"

"And then I examine you."

She worked out how she would be situated, Tofu already seated on
his stool with a tray of wicked-looking, gleaming _things_ on a
tray. Her eyes bulged. "NO WAY!!! What are you?! AN EVIL PERVERT
OR SOMETHIN'?!?!"

"Uh..."

"RANMA! It's how it's done! I've gone through it!" Akane's shiver
did nothing to bolster Ranma's confidence. "All women have to have
this exam regularly."

"I'M A GUY!!!"

Tofu face-faulted, and Akane put a hand over her eyes.

"Uh..." Ranma stuck her finger in her mouth and looked down,
twirling one toe against the floor. However, the kawaii act didn't
work.

"C'mon, Ranma. You need to be checked out. And... I guess we'd
better tell Sensei about your curse."

"NO WAY!!"

"RANMA! He's going to be your doctor, so he needs to know! He
already knows we're fiancees." Akane was becoming exasperated at
her lover's stubbornness. An idea snapped into focus in her mind.
"If you don't, we won't be having that special kind of fun
anymore..."

Ranma froze, and then looked up at Akane with pleading eyes. "Oh,
didja hafta put it THAT way?"

Producing her best stony look, Akane pointed at the examining
table. Ranma slumped and plodded to the medieval torture device,
eyed it suspiciously, and then looked at Tofu. "This gonna hurt?
Gah, I hate doctor visits."

"No, Ranma, it won't hurt," Tofu said. "It will most likely feel a
little uncomfortable, but it won't hurt."

She gave him the hairy eyeball one more time, and then climbed
onto the table. With great reluctance, she lay back and lifted one
knee into a stirrup, keeping her gown pressed down between her
legs. *THAT belongs to Akane!* She then lifted the other knee into
the second stirrup, grunting at the discomfort from her bruised
rib.

Tofu looked at Ranma's hands, firmly clamping down the gown over
her sex. He looked back up at the hard glare she gave him over her
generous bosom and from between her stirruped legs.

"I heee--" Tofu cleared his throat. "I have to see... 'it' if I'm
going to exam 'it'."

Ranma simply continued to glare at him until Akane spoke up. "I'm
right here, Ranma. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"I ain't afraid 'a nuthin'!" Ranma growled, not taking her eyes
off of Tofu.

"Of course not, but unless you want to be here all day, let him
examine you!"

Grumbling, Ranma slowly pulled her hands away. Tofu nodded
professionally, or so he hoped, and lifted the gown, placing the
excess on Ranma's lower stomach. He could still feel the heat of
the redhead's glare, but tried to ignore it anyway. A bead of
sweat formed on his brow.

*On to business!* External examination showed a perfectly normal
vagina and surrounding tissues. He did take note of signs of
recent use, although as Akane's fiance, this didn't surprise him.
He blinked. She was wet. He remembered the noises coming from
behind the changing screen.

Tofu turned, picked up a convenient towel, and dabbed his
forehead. This examination had left 'routine' a hundred kilometers
back. "What was this about a curse?" Tofu asked, stalling for a
moment.

"Er..."
"Um..."

"Yes?"

Akane and Ranma looked at each other, Ranma nodded, and Akane
walked to the sink, filling a specimen cup with hot water.

"Ya see, Doc. I got this, er, water curse."

Tofu blinked. "Water curse?"

"Yeah. Fell inta this spring at a place called Jusenkyou, Spring
of Drowned Girl."

"... And?"

"And cold water turns me inta this," she gestured at her body,
"and hot water gives me my real body back. I'm a guy."

Akane had returned and demonstrated Ranma's point by pouring the
hot water onto the redhead's torso. Ranma grew, grunting as the
stretching body elicited a sharp jab from his rib. Tofu blinked
again, staring at an impressive set of male sexual organs.

"Oi! Whaddya starin' at?! I knew it! You're a PERVERT!! Why I
oughta--"

"Ranma! He's just... surprised." Akane was actually trying to hold
back a giggle; Ranma's position was just too funny, knees well out
past the stirrups, lower legs dangling. She sighed regretfully
when she looked at his male organs. *I wish Daddy hadn't made guys
off-limits... Wait a minute! He's my fiance! He CAN'T be
off-limits!* "YAAAHOOOIIII!!!"

Both Ranma and Tofu looked at Akane as she jumped and cavorted
around the room. Akane then realized she was the only one shouting
and jumping for joy, so she stopped, blushed, and said, "Uh,
right... cold water." She filled another specimen cup, dashed
over, and splashed Ranma again.

The bewildered doctor watched Ranma's penis pull into his body,
shrink, and disappear underneath its hood. The testicles did
something similar, and a vagina appeared in their place.

"Oh, my..." He looked up. Ranma's cursed form had a figure that
just about any woman would envy. She was, in fact, breathtakingly
gorgeous. A brief wisp of steam fogged his glasses, but he shook
it loose. "Actually, I've heard of Jusenkyou, but I thought it was
only a martial arts myth."

"Heh, this ain't no myth, doc."

"Yes, I can see that... My word..."

"Um, about the exam, doc?"

"Oh... Oh! Of course! Ahem."

A few moments of silence ensued, and then Ranma yelled. "AAAH!!
THAT'S _COOOLD_!!!"


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Nabiki sat in the Furinkan infirmary, trying to decide if she
wanted to go home after school or stay at a friend's house.
Shiho-chan was a forceful girl and had a nice pair of--

She slapped herself a couple of times. "Nononono, don't think
about Shiho gripping your skull and making you suck on those big,
juicy breasts-- ACK! Calm, calm, calm." Shivering, she forced her
thoughts back to family.

Of course, Nabiki realized, if she didn't show up at home, there
was no telling what mischief Kasumi would have planned for her
later. Nabiki shuddered in a mixture of dread and anticipation,
but a moan from Kunou intruded on her thoughts.

"Wakey, wakey, Kunou-chan. Time to-- URK!!"

Still out of it, Kunou had seized her arms, and Nabiki found
herself being dragged on top of him. "Oh, Tendou Akane! Must you
flee my magnificence for the comfort of another woman?"

"Uh, Kunou?" Her arms were forced behind her back, and her slender
wrists were held with one of Kunou's large hands. Nabiki tried to
fight down the thrill it gave her, but she could already feel
herself moistening in response to the situation.

Nabiki was a control freak, and she knew it and so did everyone
else. Nabiki also had a secret: all of that need to control was
balanced with a plethora of submission fantasies, often forced
submission, albeit always with a nice partner that cuddled
afterwards, cooked her a meal, took her to foreign movies
(subtitled, of course), bought her presents--

"I shall rid you of these unnatural desires!" Kunou's other hand
pulled up her skirt and forced her legs apart. "To know the
pleasure of the proper way of things!"

"Kunou!" Nabiki said urgently. She was losing herself to this, but
didn't want it to be with him, of all people! Nabiki squeaked when
his hand found its way inside her panties, and she groaned as his
meaty fingers plunged into her.

*Stop this NOW, girl! Another second and you won't be able to!
STOP IT!!* Gritting her teeth, she headbutted him, knocking him
completely out again and making herself dizzy.

"Oooog..." Nabiki crawled off of him and staggered to the wall,
leaning against it, panting.

"Oh, 'tis the fair but mercenary Tendou Nabiki," Kunou said,
sitting up and shaking his head. "Why does my forehead pain me so?
... No matter! Tell me of my beautiful tigress Tendou Akane and of
the fire-haired Amazon that--"

Nabiki stopped listening as she saw red. A bedpan miraculously
appeared in her hand, and she proceeded to beat on the object of
her ire about the face and neck. "DON'T TALK ABOUT OTHER WOMEN
AFTER SOMETHNG LIKE THAT, YOU _JERK_!!!"

Kunou ran, holding his arms up to protect his head. "Prithee,
Tendou Nabik--" ~~CLANG!~~ "OW!! Why--" ~~CLANG!~~ "OW!! are
you--" ~~BANG!~~ "ITEEE!!!" He shut his mouth and tried to
outdistance her.

However, Nabiki cocked her arm back and let fly with the bedpan,
nailing Kunou in the back of the head and laying him out cold on
the hall floor, arms and legs extended, first and fourth fingers
cocked in warding gestures.

"JERK!!!"

"Really, Tendou-san," the nurse drawled, walking up behind her and
making Nabiki jump. "People are supposed to get _better_ on my
watch."

"Um... Oops?"

The nurse raised an eyebrow.


               -----=====<<<<< O >>>>>=====-----


"Thanks, Sensei," Ranma said, grunting as she got to her feet, "I
think..."

"Just put it on the Tendou bill, Sensei," Akane said.

"Take it easy with the extracurricular activities the rest of
today, you two." Tofu smirked at them, eliciting a pair of
blushes.

"Hai."
"Hai."

Tofu sighed as he watched the two depart. "Oh, to be that young
again." He wandered back into the examination room and almost to
the office when he heard the front door open. Entering his office
anyway, he took a moment to make a few quick notes on a new file
for Ranma, and then exited his office to collect his next patient.
He only got about halfway into the examination room when he
registered a person lying on the table, her legs in the stirrups,
no panties or bra, and dress pulled up over her breasts.

"KA-KA-KASUMI!!!"

"Senseeeei," Kasumi moaned, "I need treat--"

Tofu fainted.

"Well... Well... FUDGE!!" Kasumi removed herself from the table,
pushed her dress down, and walked over to Tofu. "What am I going
to do with you? I'm getting _nowhere_ with you!"

Tofu mumbled a few garbled words, and Kasumi looked up at one of
the shingles on the wall, the one declaring that a certain Ono
Tofu had satisfactorily completed his internship at the Ogenki
Clinic.

"You should be able to handle me better! You handle everyone else
just fine!" She sighed. "Oh, well. I'll try again tomorrow. Ja ne,
Tofu." Kasumi blew him a kiss and waltzed out of the room.

"...mmblrgh..."

                        -----=====-----

"Let's not go straight back to school," Akane said, as they walked
down the street. "I could use a little relaxation."

"Huh? Uh... Okay. Fine by me. Where, then?"

Akane smiled the smile that told Ranma that her now significant
other was up to something. "Follow me..."

"Oh, Kamisama..." Ranma breathed.



Their destination turned out to be a cafe with windows tinted so
dark you really couldn't see inside at all. Akane led Ranma
through the front door, and they were greeted by a tall, winsome
woman in her mid-thirties, long black hair dyed blonde at the
tips.

"Welcome back, Akane-chan. Skipping school, again, I see... Oh,
my. Who is this?"

"This is my... _good_ friend, Ranma. She's, ah, kind of new to all
this, Kimura-san."

"I'm very happy for you, Akane-chan. Welcome to the Purple Orchid,
Ranma-chan."

Ranma had winced at the term 'orchid', but Kimura turned and led
them further into the interior. The establishment had an open bar
area at the front, richly furnished in polished wood and brass,
but the rest of the cafe was a maze of private booths with high
privacy walls, and as they passed, Ranma caught glimpses of
couples, consisting largely of two women, although there was an
occasional male pair. Despite her newfound experiences, she
shuddered at that thought. *No way, uh-uh...*

They were eventually seated, and Kimura took their drink orders:
two sodas. "As Akane-chan knows, we don't serve liquor to anyone
under twenty-one, but we don't turn couples away. Two colas it
is!" She winked at them and strode away.

The booth was a half-circle bench that curved around a small
table. Akane pulled Ranma into the middle, right next to her, and
she wasted no time with pleasantries and went straight to those
searching kisses. Ranma's toes were curling, but she broke the
kiss.

"A-Akane, I gotta tell ya somethin'."

Akane pulled back, a little afraid that maybe all this was too
much for the boy turned girl. "All... All right, Ranma."

The redhead looked her seriously in the eye. "Because 'a all that
pokin' and proddin' the doc did... I really gotta pee!"

Akane blinked at her, and then burst into giggles. "Oh! Oh!
HAHAHA!"

"Since when is needin' ta pee so funny?" Ranma scratched her head.

"It's not that, HEEE! I thought... Never mind." Akane flagged a
passing waitress. "Would you... Hehehe. Would you show my friend
to the ladies' room? She might get lost in this place."

The waitress smiled and nodded, and as Ranma scooted around so she
could stand, Akane leaned across and pinched her rear, causing
Ranma to jump and squeak. "Hurry back, now..."

"Uh..." Ranma smiled cutely. "Yeah."

Akane was still chuckling minutes later when Kimura brought their
sodas, but the woman's attitude was completely different than
before, her face pinched and pensive, and she rubbed her wrist as
if she'd hurt it.

"Kimura-san? Something wrong?"

Kimura sat the drinks down. "No, no... Just a little trouble from
some straights that just came in. Nothing for you to worry about."
She walked away, muttering.

Akane's face firmed in martial righteousness, and she scooted
around, hopped to her feet, and followed the hostess to the front.
In the open bar area, Akane found five men seated around a table,
Kimura standing at the table.

"Gentlemen, please, this is a quiet establishment. If you wish for
a beverage or some food, I would be happy to--"

"Shut up," the apparent leader said, "or I'll twist more'n yer
wrist... I just wanna know something. Why ain't all these ladies
at home, screwing their husbands like good liddle housewifes? Ya
gotta answer for that?"

"I--"

"Kimura-san, are these jerks giving you trouble?"

Kimura spun around. "Akane! I, ah, please return to your seat,
Akane-chan. This isn't your concern. Please?"

Akane had gotten past a lot of her anger over the past few years,
but there were still some things that could set her off, and she
glared down at five of them.

"Why don't you guys take it somewhere else? This isn't your kind
of place, and you know it."

"Well, well," the leader said to the chuckles of the others. "A
feisty one, and a schoolgirl, no less! Gettin' 'em young, ain't
ja, dyke?"

Kimura was almost in tears, and Akane was livid. She slapped the
leader so hard he tumbled out of his chair and hit the floor. The
other four rose to their feet, but Akane kept her eye on the
leader as he staggered upright.

"Why, you little CUNT!!"

Akane set herself -- there wasn't a woman alive that had any love
for that word -- but Kimura sobbed aloud, distracting Akane for a
crucial second. The leader back-fisted Akane across the jaw,
sending her spinning into the next table. Akane lay on the ground,
stunned and unable to speak.

"That... was your last mistake, buddy," a smoky alto uttered.

The five roughs turned to see a short redhead standing at the
other end of the bar with her fists clenched. She stalked forward,
stopping to check Akane.

"...Nnng... Nhurtsh..."

"I think your jaw is dislocated, Akane-chan. Just stay still."

Ranma straightened, and in the dark room, a blue glow of anger
rimed her body, emphasizing the cold burn in her cerulean eyes.
"Kimura-san."

Still crying, Kimura blinked at Ranma. "H-Hai?"

"Go hold the front door open, please. These... 'gents' were just
leavin'."

The leader was too pissed to think straight about what he was
facing, although the other four felt a cold, blue hand grip their
hearts.

"Looka here, boys. Another schoolgirl. And just what are YOU going
to do about it?"

Ranma smiled... and then blurred.

The roughs would later wonder at the whirlwind that hit like a
pile-driver, that kept them herded into a bunch that made its way
to the front entry, and that slammed each of them into the air and
out of that entry, catching nothing _but_ air as they left the
establishment. They landed in a pile in the middle of the road,
unconscious, cars creeping around them and drivers staring. The
only serious injury was the broken jaw on the leader -- an eye for
an eye.

"Jerks... Assholes..." Ranma muttered, and then turned around. She
jumped to see people staring at her from every nook and cranny,
many standing in the bar. Ranma then winced, putting a hand to her
bruised rib. *Gah. Sensei says take it easy, and here I am
brawlin' in a bar. Gah.* She hurried to Akane. Applause broke out
as she walked to her lover and knelt down, a furious blush giving
her face a similar hue to her hair.

"Akane-chan?"

"...Nnnngh..."

Ranma winced. "Sit up straight, here... Yeah, that's it. Keep your
eyes on my finger." Ranma moved her finger all around, and Akane
kept focused on it. The redhead had no idea what that meant, but
she'd seen it in enough movies that it had to be important if
their eyes could stay with the finger.

Dislocated joints, on the other hand, were old hat. Ranma gently
probed Akane's jaw on both sides and sighed. "Okay, uh,
Akane-chan, this is going to hurt like hell, but it's gotta be
done." Ranma placed her hands on either side of Akane's face.
"Ready?"

Akane started to nod, but before she could complete the downward
motion, Ranma pushed upwards quickly in certain directions. There
were two wet, fleshy snaps, and Akane opened her mouth and
screamed. The scream tapered off to leave only Ranma's rueful
chuckle. "Told ya."

"Ow, ow, that--" She was silenced by Ranma's fingers on her lips.

"Don't talk until Tofu-sensei looks you over."

Akane nodded, and Ranma helped her to her feet. "Yup, time to
start some serious trainin'-- ERK!"

Kimura smothered Ranma in her arms and gave her numerous kisses on
her face. Ranma froze, and Akane had to fight off a giggle; she
was sure it would hurt if she didn't.

"Oh, Ranma-chan, that was... incredible!"

"Uh, heh, I guess..." Ranma blushed. *Although Pops'd be jumpin'
my ass for lettin' my anger get ahold of me, and he'd be right,
too! That was sloppy work...*

"Ranma-chan, you and Akane-chan come in as soon as you can so the
cafe can treat you to a feast!" Kimura couldn't seem to keep her
hands off of the redhead, and Ranma brightened at the mention of a
feast, nodding to Kimura.

"Come on, Akane. Let's go see Sensei... again."

Akane couldn't help giggling a little, and then she winced,
putting a hand to her jaw.

They stepped outside, the crowd following until heads almost burst
from the now open windows and door. Ranma looked back, gave a
sheepish grin, "Kinda in a hurry, here," and lifted Akane in her
arms, leaping to the roof of the two-story building across the
street.

Half of the women almost swooned as well as some of the men.

"Oh, just like a samurai-ka rescuing her lover!" Kimura wept
aloud.

"So romantic!" another sighed, earning agreement all around.

Kimura capped it off by saying, "Oh, it's all so beautiful!"



Ranma alighted on the rooftop overlooking the clinic and prepared
to jump, but Akane's hand on her face stopped her, and Ranma
looked down into white seas breaking against soft brown shores.

"My hero," Akane whispered, caressing Ranma's face.

"Gaaah." Ranma couldn't keep the silly grin off of her face as she
landed in front of the clinic.

                        -----=====-----

"What was he doing on the floor?" Ranma asked after they had left.
Tofu had praised Ranma's relocation of Akane's jaw, the quick
remedy promising to reduce Akane's recovery significantly.

In response to Ranma's question, Akane just shrugged. She grabbed
Ranma's arm, and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. "School?"

Sighing, Ranma shook her head. "We've had a hard day, already, and
it ain't even lunchtime, and I don't really feel like hasslin' it
out with that Kunou jerk again. I could use a good soak. You?"

Nodding, Akane held Ranma's hand as they made their way home.

                        -----=====-----

Back in the cafe, an auburn-haired woman sat with her friend,
biting her lip.

"Something wrong, No-chan?"

Nodoka jumped. "Oh! Ah, no... Did Kimura-san call the little
redhead with the big chest 'Ranma'?"

"I think so..."

"My word. And she fought just like Genma... I think."

"Your husband?!"

"Yes, Dear."

"Didn't he run away?"

"No, not _exactly_, but I haven't heard from him in some time now.
I wonder..."

Kimura walked by their table at that moment, still smiling and
wiping her eyes.

"Kimura-san!" Nodoka called, flagging down the hostess.

"Yes, Nodoka-san?"

"I was wondering about those two girls..."

                        -----=====-----

"Aaaah..." Ranma eased into the furo, the change sweeping across
her body, tweaking the bruised rib a bit. He settled to the
bottom, his chin just above the surface, and closed his eyes,
leaning the back of his head against the tile rim and letting the
warmth from the water soak into his pains.

He, or rather she, and Akane had had to run the family gauntlet
when they arrived home, and Kasumi was even now helping to rub
some salve into the jaw joints on Akane's face. Akane's dad had
been beside himself with grief that someone had actually struck
one of his precious daughters, and Genma had taken him to a local
bar to help the man drown his sorrows. Ranma frowned as well,
thinking of the man that had hit Akane -- he'd been lucky Ranma
hadn't hurt him worse.

The door to the bathing room opened, and Akane stepped in, her
only clothing the washcloth in her hand.

"Uh... You want I should...?"

She waved him back down, and seated herself on the stool. Akane
dumped a pail of water over her head and then lathered soap over
her body, making a show of it for her audience. Ranma watched,
mesmerized by her movements.

*She really is beautiful...*

Akane turned and smiled at him. "Thank you, Ranma," she whispered.

He blinked, realizing now that he'd said that aloud. "Uh... Um..."
He sighed. "Sure."

Giggling, Akane rinsed the soap off her body and joined him in the
furo. Ranma was acutely aware that he'd not spent much time around
his fiancee as a guy, and his anatomy was punctuating that fact.

"Oooo, is that for me?" Akane whispered, teasing.

"Um..."

Akane settled herself half on his lap and half on his lower
stomach, his erection rising between her legs like a firehouse
pole. She gripped it loosely in her hand, making Ranma twitch, and
then reclined against his body, nuzzling his neck and relaxing.

"What a day, hey?" Ranma said after a time... and after he'd
gotten used to Akane gripping him.

"Mmmm... Hold me."

Panic rose in his chest, but he fought it down, and in jerky
movements, embraced her. They relaxed for several minutes, or
until Akane started running her hand over his chest.

"Ranma?"

"Hmmm?"

"Something just occurred to me, something I'd like to know... Are
you okay with this engagement and everything? About... ... getting
married?"

Ranma didn't speak for a little while, and then said, "It... It's
so fast, ya know? I didn't even _know_ you four days ago. I don't
think it's sunk in..." He scowled. "And I didn't like the way Pops
pushed so hard at first. He's always pullin' crap like that, and
it really gets my back up." He moved one hand to rub his chin.
"Weird that he stopped pushin', all of a sudden."

"So... Is that a yes or a no?"

He sighed again. "That's... Well... I ain't so good with words, ya
know, but I, um, hmmm... What's it mean when it upsets my stomach
whenever I look at you?"

Akane sat up. "WHAT?!"

"Gah! I mean... You know! Flutterin' and butterflies and stuff!"

She relaxed and laughed. "Oh, you! You had me worried there for a
second. That's a good sign, Ranma." She reclined and nuzzled his
neck again, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, heh, good... Yeah."

They soaked quietly, time enough for Ranma to look at Akane as she
rested against him. The urges he felt as a guy, looking at her
smooth skin, her hip, the place between her thighs, *Akane's
orchid... Gah, that _word_...*, were a lot stronger in some ways
than when he was female. Trembling a little, he ran a hand down
her side and along her hip, relishing the smoothness of her skin.

"Mmmm..." Akane mumbled into his neck, and she allowed her legs to
float apart.

Ranma's hand turned at her knee and caressed its way inward. He
could feel Akane's breath quicken against his neck, encouraging
him with its acceleration. He'd done this already as a girl, but
as a guy, the action had a different weight and, perhaps, some
difference in meaning. It was like a door he could only go through
once. If he completed the action, letting it continue to its
logical conclusion, he would be committing himself to her, Ranma
realized. He thought it telling that he should be thinking about
such things when they had almost never crossed his mind before
meeting Akane.

He paused, thinking, and Akane lifted her head and saw the
concentration on his face. She held her peace, sensing some
teetering balance in his thoughts, but she silently urged him to
make the choice, to choose her. Having already made up her mind
about whether or not she was ready to be his wife, and deciding
that she wouldn't let him go for anything, Akane knew Ranma really
hadn't said what he thought about it, one way or the other.

The hand moved away from the leg and settled against the inside of
the nearer thigh. Akane wanted to cry, but she held back.

"Akane," Ranma began, and then paused. "You've, er... 'been' with
other people... yes?"

She bit her lip. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Um... Um... Yuka and Sayuri, before they settled down into a
couple."

"Oh... Anybody else?"

"A couple of other girls. They don't go to Furinkan. I met them at
the Purple Orchid."

"No guys?"

"No."

Ranma tilted his head and looked her in the eye. "Just outta
curiosity, why not?"

Akane lowered her head a little and considered her words. "A
couple of years ago," she finally began, "Otousan caught me with a
boy in the dojo. I almost, er, had him, um, inside me. Otousan was
very angry, screaming at me about ruining myself for marriage. He
never spanks any of us, but he beat _me_ pretty hard that day. I
couldn't sit down for two days. Of course, he cried for a week
because he had to spank me."

She cuddled up to Ranma. "Anyway, after a while, he came back to
my room and said he understood what I was feeling, that Okaasan
had been the same way, so he said that I could fool around with
girls all I wanted -- he'd already caught me in the dojo with
another girl before -- but guys were a no-no."

He considered that for a moment. "So I would be your first guy?"

"Yes."

Ranma found himself immensely pleased by that, but he sobered
quickly. "Akane, just thinkin' about you with someone else...
makes me mad enough ta spit. No more foolin' around with other
folks."

"Okay," she said, a thrill of hope arcing through her body. "What
about you?"

"EH?! I ain't been with nobody 'cept you!"

"I know, but I meant later..."

"Huh?!"

Akane rolled her eyes. "Will you be taking a mistress?!"

He blinked at her, several times, slowly. "Why would I do that?"

Sighing, she said, "Because a lot of guys think they should, and
some wives, for that matter. It's, er, traditional to do that sort
of thing."

"Oh... Yeah." Ranma shivered, and then flipped through his
memories, letting the silence hang until: "Listen, Akane, lemme
tell you something. I'm pretty sure Pops fooled around a few times
on the trip... with ladies ya gotta pay for, if ya get me."

Akane nodded.

"Well, he'd come back, stinkin' 'a perfume and stuff I didn't
wanna think about, and I couldn't help but feel sick, thinkin' of
my mom, her wonderin' where we was." Ranma's face scrunched up.
"Jeez, I can hardly remember what she looks like anymore."

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know... Pops almost never talks about her."

"Did they divorce?"

"I don't know."

"That's... weird, Ranma."

"You're tellin' me?"

"Maybe we should try to find her?"

"Yeah... Maybe. Lemme think about that..." He shrugged. "Anyway,
it made me sick to my stomach ta think about Pops cheatin' on Mom,
so I don't wanna do that, traditional 'r not."

"I see... So... What does all this mean?"

Ranma grinned. "Okay, okay. Gonna pin me down, ne?" He squeezed
her thigh with one hand, and held her a little closer with the
other, not really aware he was doing so. "Yes, Tendou Akane, I am
okay with this engagement thing, and with... marrying ya, I
guess... later."

Akane threw her arms around him, almost crying in relief, and
kissed him soundly, ignoring the pain in her jaw and the tears
that came anyway.

The idea of commitment scared Ranma to death, but he just couldn't
find it in himself to disappoint the girl in his arms, and he'd be
damned but if deep inside the idea of marrying her didn't appeal
to him... but not too soon.

A rueful thought occurred to him: besides, who else would want
him? He had nothing except his Art, and that wouldn't feed a
future family. He had nothing to bring to this marriage other than
himself, his Art, and a curse. Akane brought an established dojo
and a house, and to Ranma's mind, that tilted the scales so
heavily to her, he almost became an afterthought. Oh, kami, he was
going to have responsibilities! He sighed. A small part of him, a
part he wouldn't quite consciously acknowledge, told him he was
lucky.

But those thoughts wandered away as Akane straddled him, still
kissing him. Remembering his lessons in reverse, Ranma's hands
roamed Akane's body, one hand massaging the folds of her orchid
while the other teased her anus. He was rewarded with squeaks and
moans as his fingers delved into her body.

Akane enjoyed the attention, but ever since she'd entered the
furo, another drive had been growing stronger. She broke the kiss
and moved his hands away from her. Taking his penis in hand, she
positioned both it and herself. They could foreplay all they
wanted another time.

They stared into each other's eyes, acknowledging what they were
about to do, and finding what she'd been looking for in Ranma's
quirking smile, Akane eased herself down on him, squeaking now and
again in pleasure.

"Oh... So good, Ranma-chan..."

"Akane-chan..."

Pleased that she could take his length and width, but still
feeling stretched beyond anything previous, Akane began humping in
short strokes, getting used to the feel. Warm water wasn't the
best lubricant in the world, and they rubbed together just hard
enough that Akane knew that both of them would be sore in short
order.

She stopped and urged him up onto the rim of the furo. He took the
hint and sat on the edge, lifting Akane up with him. It didn't
give her much purchase with which to move against him, but Ranma
began flexing his hips, helping her.

"Oh! Oh!"

Her own lubrication flowed, and soon, the wrong kind of rubbing
stopped and the right kind began.

Ranma couldn't reach her clitoris easily to stimulate her, but it
was already rubbing against his pubic arch as he pistoned in and
out of her. Instead, he gripped one of her buttocks with his right
hand and wormed a finger into her anus with his left.

Akane screeched and tried to hump faster, pushing their precarious
balance to the breaking point.

"Uh..." Ranma teetered for a second, trying to find better
purchase on the slippery tile with his feet. "UH!!!" And they both
toppled back into the furo, water surging over the rim of the tub.

They surfaced, she laughing and he quickly joining in.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom," she chortled. "Dry
you off, stranger?" Her eyes sparkled at him.

Ranma's breath caught, and his heart did flip-flops. "Kawaii..."

Akane laughed again for the sheer joy of it and hugged him.

                        -----=====-----

Kasumi hummed to herself as she cooked lunch, smiling as she
remembered seeing Ranma chase a giggling Akane upstairs, both of
them in open robes, giving her a free show. "Oh, they are so good
for each other."

The front door opened and closed, and Kasumi stepped out of the
kitchen to see Nabiki leaning against the wall, tears running down
her face.

"Nabiki-chan!" Kasumi hurried up to her and folded her sister into
her arms. Nabiki hugged her back.

"Sorry, Oneechan. I'm not having a good day, all of a sudden."

"Come into the kitchen and tell me all about it..."

                        -----=====-----

Akane had stopped Ranma once the door to her room had closed,
putting her fingers to his lips and smiling coyly. She pranced
across the room, doffing her robe in the process, and crawled onto
her bed. Pulling her pillows up to her, she placed them just so,
and bent over, resting the side of her face against them, leaving
her rear high in the air. She winced from the pain in her jaw, and
rose a little, resting her forearms on the pillow instead. She
looked back over her shoulder.

"Most girls want their first time to be sweet, gentle, slow... I'm
not most girls."

"Yeah... Uh, I noticed."

Akane smiled. "Thank you, Ranma."

Ranma fidgeted, his penis throbbing as it jutted out from his
body.

"Take me, Ranma-chan, just like the animals do it, hard and deep.
Possess me; even hurt me a little, if you want. I like it a little
rough." Her voice was sultry and low, and she courted discomfort
by resting her face on the pillow again and running her hands
along her sides to grip her buttocks, pulling them apart. "I've
been waiting for the right man, and you're him."

Ranma quivered and approached slowly, drunk on the sight. Standing
by the side of the bed, he allowed his eyes to travel the length
of her body. This was all still so new to him and she was so
beautiful, he felt he should stop and pay his respects, burn a
little incense or something before proceeding.

But the hungry look in Akane's face squelched that line of
unreason, and the urge that was so much stronger in his male body,
the urge to, to _bond_ with this woman in a physical way returned
in full measure.

He positioned himself behind her, and Akane groaned in pleasure as
they joined.

                        -----=====-----

"...and then he had the NERVE to ask about... about AKANE! ... And
RANMA!!" Nabiki shook in remembered rage.

"Oh, my... That wasn't very, er... He had been unconscious,
though..."

Nabiki slumped. "I know, and that should make it better... but it
doesn't!"

Kasumi pursed her lips. "Do you... Do you _like_ the Kunou boy?"

Sighing, Nabiki wiped old tears from her face with the edge of her
hand. "No, Oneechan, I don't, but it just made me so mad..."

"And bruised your ego a little, ne?"

Nabiki glanced wryly at her sister before playing with her cup.
"Maybe..." Kasumi giggled. "...but he was certainly pushing my
buttons for a second there."

"Oh, yes, your buttons. I get the impression that... you like
being, er..."

"Forced?" Nabiki said, and then grimaced at the forthright
admission.

"... Quite."

The younger woman fidgeted for a moment, smoothing her hair
several times. "Well," she eventually said, "if it's the _right_
man doing the forcing..."

"Role-playing?"

Nabiki frowned and drummed her fingers on the table, considering
how to explain her thoughts. "No, I mean really forcing, except...
it has to be somebody that I want to force me. For example, if I
come home and walk in the door, I may be tired and thinking about
a good soak or something entirely removed from sex, but if my, er,
'other' grabs me, pushes me down, and, and... ..." Her eyes began
to glaze over.

"Ah!" Kasumi exclaimed, making Nabiki jump. "I see. The controller
has a deep-seated need to be controlled."

"Oneechan, that sounds like really _bad_ pop psychology... but
it's correct, more or less."

Kasumi sipped her tea and regarded her sister. "I also noticed
that it was always 'he' and never 'she'."

Wincing, Nabiki looked away for a moment. "I... I never thought
much about that until... All my fantasies have been about men, but
even today I thought about a girl I know." She shook her head. "I
don't know. That kind of attraction is still too new for me to be
comfortable with it."

"And me?"

Nabiki didn't say anything, so Kasumi said, "Why did you let me--
Oh! I _see_. I was 'forcing' you, wasn't I? Oh, my..."

"Er... Yes, I--"

They stopped and listened to Akane's wail of release coming from
upstairs.

"Are they...?"

Kasumi nodded. "The normal way, too."

Nabiki blinked, and then she got it. "Oooh. Ranma's a guy, this
time."

Akane's wail died off, and they heard Ranma voice an interrogative
and Akane respond positively. Kasumi and Nabiki grinned at each
other.

"Wherever are you going to find a man... or woman to fulfill your
needs, Nabiki-chan?"

"That's the million-yen question, Oneechan. Certainly NOT
Kunou-chan, rich or not."

Kasumi freshened her and Nabiki's tea, and they both leaned back
into their chairs. "You know what you should do?"

"Hmmm?"

"Talk to Akane. She, er, knows people that might be able to help."

Nabiki peered down into her cup of tea for a moment. "I guess she
does, yes... But talking to you about it is a lot easier than
talking to Akane would be."

"Thank you, Nabiki-chan, that was very sweet... Would you like me
to talk to her for you?"

She looked up quickly. "Would you?"

Kasumi smiled a beatific smile. "What are sisters for?"

Nabiki relaxed and blew out a breath. "Thanks, Oneechan."

Rising, Kasumi picked up both cups of tea and took them to the
sink. She then walked around behind Nabiki, leaned over, and
whispered into her ear: "Your safe word is 'Udon'."

"Wha--?" Before she could turn around, Kasumi had gripped her on
the upper arms and pushed her onto the table. "WHAT?"

"I feel like a little something spicy after the tea." Kasumi
pushed up the skirt of Nabiki's school uniform and forcefully
yanked her panties down, tearing them in the process.

Nabiki was completely at sea, and then Kasumi's instructions
registered: a safe word. Now she understood, but she was hardly in
the mood for this. She tried to rise, but Kasumi pushed her back
down, taking hold of both wrists and pushing them up along
Nabiki's back. Kasumi was surprisingly strong, and Nabiki found
herself thoroughly immobilized.

"Oneechan, not right-- OW!!" A sharp smack to one bare buttock
stunned her for a second.

"Naughty Nabiki-chan should be more grateful that Oneechan pays
her any attention at all."

"EH?!"

~~SMACK! SMACK!!~~

"Itetete..." The sting from Kasumi's spanking traveled across the
skin of her buttocks and into her privates, stimulating her.

"Say you're sorry."

"I..."

~~SMACK!!~~

"I'msorry!I'msorry!"

"That's better." For Nabiki's comfort, Kasumi slid her sister's
body forward such that her mons rested a few inches in on the
corner of the table and her legs dangled freely on either side,
her butt facing the kitchen entrance. Once satisfied, Kasumi's
head disappeared behind the other's rear, and Nabiki's eyes began
to bulge.

"Oh! ... Oh, myyy..." Nabiki groaned.

                        -----=====-----

Ranma was, not to put too fine a point on it, exhausted. Akane was
completely gone, lying on her bed with glazed eyes, open mouth,
and limp body. He wouldn't have minded lying there with her, but
his stomach had started kicking his brain in dissatisfaction. It
was, after all, about lunchtime.

Leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, Ranma reached
the ground floor, turned at the end of the banister, and padded
down the hallway. Pushing the curtain over the kitchen entrance
aside, he stepped in and blinked at the sight before him. Kasumi
had her face buried in Nabiki's bottom, and Nabiki was moaning and
groaning in a now all-too-familiar manner. Spinning on his lead
foot, Ranma turned and exited, eyes practically popping out of his
head.

Once back in Akane's bedroom, he sat down on the side of the bed
and tried to make sense of all the strangeness that went on in the
Tendou home. After a few minutes, Akane sat up and draped herself
across his back.

"Mmmm, did you go downstairs? I think I remember hearing your
stomach growl..."

"Uh... Yeah, I did."

"Get something to snack on? I'm a little hungry myself."

"Errr... I... ..."

"Hmmm?" She nuzzled the nape of his neck.

"No... I didn't get nuthin'."

"Oh..." She nibbled his ear. "Why not?"

"Errr... Ummm..."

"Well, let's go back down and--"

"ERRR!!"

Akane finally removed herself from his back and leaned around to
see Ranma's eyes still bulging in their sockets. "What?!"

"Your sisters!" he blurted. "THEY... ..." *Oh, hell. Might as well
just say it. Not like you're a stranger to it anymore...* He
cleared his throated. "They were havin'... sex... in the
_kitchen_." Ranma turned his head to see Akane's reaction.

"REALLY?!" Akane blinked a couple of times. "I didn't think Nabiki
was quite like me and Kasumi that way. Huh. I wonder what happened
to change her mind..."

Ranma boggled anew. "You... Kasumi?! ... NABIKI?!?! Uh, uh, uh,
isn't that a, er, not-good thing? With family and all?! Rats!
What's that word?"

"Incest?"

"YEAH!"

"Well..." Akane dithered. "Technically speaking... But you see,
errr..."

Ranma crossed his arms and tapped a foot, his head tilted slightly
to his right. "Yeah?"

"Oh, stop that! It's not a problem for two sisters like it is for
a brother and a sister!"

"It ain't?" He scratched his leg. "What's the difference? I mean,
I know a brother and a sister could accidentally have a baby, but
other than that..."

"Well," Akane huffed, "how else is a poor, horny girl supposed to
blow off a little steam?! Sleep with her _father_?!"

"Ewwww." Ranma made a face. "A-KA-neee..."

She laughed. "Well, I guess we could douse you with a little cold
water and toss you in the same room with _your_ dad and see if
nature runs its course..."

Ranma presented warding signs. "GROSS!!! C'mere, YOU!"

A giggling and nude Akane ran around the room, a relatively
clothed Ranma hot on her tail. He almost forgot why he was chasing
her as he admired the working of the muscles in her legs and butt,
but he timed it so that when he tripped her, she fell onto her
bed, laughing. She tried to push herself up, but Ranma spooned
himself against her back and pulled her upright, his arms around
her waist.

"Mmmm. Take me again, Ranma-chan. I can feel you getting hard
again."

"Oh, Akane..." He had an awkward time, trying to hold up Akane and
shuck his pants at the same time, but somehow, he managed. Her
position was such that she could lean forward a little and spread
her knees to shoulder width. Ranma lowered his torso and guided
himself up between her legs, and Akane gasped as his nether head
came to rest against her vagina. She let her legs slide slowly
farther apart, pushing her body onto him.

When he was halfway in, she stopped and leaned further forward.
Ranma released her, allowing her to come to rest on her elbows.
She then twisted her body a quarter turn, groaning as she felt him
rotate inside her, and raised her left leg straight up, belying
her flexibility. She rested that leg against Ranma's chest, and
her soft calf nestled in the hollow of his neck. Now, she was
completely open and vulnerable.

Akane looked back up her body and found his face. She nodded once,
and Ranma resumed pushing. He managed just that little extra bit
of penetration because of the positioning, and Akane's eyes
fluttered as she exhaled slowly.

Some soreness would be felt tomorrow, since he was firmly pressing
her cervix inward at the end of each stroke, but for the moment,
Akane couldn't care. She imagined the opening at the end of his
penis pressing against the opening in her cervix, the holes neatly
matched, knowing that when he released, it would go straight into
her womb. Her first orgasm sprang as much from the mental imagery
as from the large organ filling her.

Akane felt around, found one of Ranma's hands, and twined her
fingers with his before their lovemaking consumed her.

                        -----=====-----

Nabiki was slowly losing whatever rational thought remained,
thanks to her sister's ministrations, but a sudden round of loud
sucking and slurping noises against her rear startled her.

"WHAA...?"

Kasumi stopped and paused, "Remember your safe word," and resumed
the loud noises as she worked.

The younger Tendou thought for a second, *Udon?* and then burst
into laughter. She was forced to gasp not a few seconds later.
"OH!"

"Like that?"

"Mmmm..."

"Anything more?"

"Eh?"

"Beg for it, Nabiki-chan. Beg Oneechan." Kasumi smacked Nabiki's
rear.

"AH! A-A-Another, p-please... Nnnn..."

"Another what?"

"A-Another... finger..."

"Oh? Two? Like this?"

"AAAH! Yesss... Another p-please... AH! AH!"

"My, my... Here goes number four!"

"AAAAAH!!! THUMB! TH-THUMB!"

"... Are you sure, Nabiki? I don't think you're ready for that."

In response, Nabiki jiggled her captive arms, and Kasumi released
her one-handed grip. Nabiki reached behind her, felt of Kasumi's
hand, and began to pull on her sister's arm, trying to force the
bunched-up hand into her body.

"Nabiki! You'll hurt yourself!"

Of course the opening didn't want to admit the intruding diameter,
but Kasumi's hand was elegantly slender, and Nabiki stretched the
not-so-large amount necessary. Kasumi's hand abruptly slid into
her sister's vagina.

"Oh, sooo fuuullll..."

Kasumi tsked. "You are going to be very, very sore tomorrow, but
if this is what you want..." She made a fist and moved her forearm
in and out only a few times before Nabiki, still face down on the
table, began to move spasmodically, her dangling legs jerking.
Occasional pearls of fluid dripped from Kasumi's forearm to dampen
the table corner.


               -----=====<<<<< O >>>>>=====-----


The paved walk between the gate and the front door of the house
swam in Genma's vision, as he practically dragged his friend
along. Soun had put away enough sake for three men at the bar, and
that in only a little over two-and-a-half hours. Genma had had a
few himself, but at least he was still walking, talking, and
semi-coherent. It must have something to do with training Ranma
for ten years versus mourning a dead wife for roughly the same
length of time, he thought. Soun muttered something the other
martial artist didn't catch.

"Eh? Whazzat?" Genma lowered his head to better hear and heartily
regretted it a second later.

"MY POOR, POOR DAUGHTERS!! SOMEBODY _HIT_ THEM!!!"

Genma reeled, clutching his left ear and almost falling to the
ground from the sudden jerk he'd performed. However, enough of his
martial skills remained that he caught most of his balance in
time. "Jeez, Tendou... Have a heart... And it was only one of
them..."

Soun descended into mutters again, and after a moment spent
recovering his left inner ear, Genma resumed dragging the man
along. They made quite a sight for Kasumi, banging through the
front door and drawing the eldest daughter out of her kitchen with
the noise.

"Oh, my! Otousama!!"

To be fair, Soun tried to straighten and say something. He opened
his mouth, paused with a strange expression on his face, and
proceeded to belch loud enough to wake their ancestors from their
well-deserved rest. Kasumi covered her mouth and nose with one
hand to block the odor, and Genma made a face as if chewing a
whole lemon.

"I'll, er... put him to bed," he said and coughed.

"Thank you, Ojisama."

"I suppose we missed lunch," Genma said forlornly over his
shoulder, as he supported Soun down the hall.

"Well... I can re-heat what's left. I'm afraid the four of us ate
rather more than I expected. I think there is some tako-maki, if
you like. They are Nabiki's, but she rarely eats leftovers."

"Ah, thank you, Kasumi-chan. I'll be there shortly... I hope."



As it turned out, Genma did little more than drop Soun on his
futon. He rolled the man onto his front in case his stomach
decided to empty itself. Staggering back down the hall, he roughly
pushed aside the curtain separating the kitchen from the hall.

"I can't say I approve of Otousama's behavior..." Kasumi said
immediately, bringing Genma up short. She pursed her lips,
regarding him levelly -- including himself in that thought, he
surmised -- and then continued. "... but... thank you for being
there for him."

Unused to gratitude of this particular kind, he brusquely nodded
once. "Of course." An awkward pause followed, and he then stumbled
to the table, sitting near one damp corner. "About that lunch...?"

"Another minute or two for the stove, but..." She retrieved the
tako-maki from the refrigerator, turned, and then halted, staring
at the table in front of Genma.

He blinked, "What?" and looked around.

"Ah... Anou..." She cleared her throat. "Nothing, Ojisama...
It's... nothing." She set the plate in front of him. "Here you
go."

Chopsticks clicking happily, he speared two of the octopus balls
and popped them into his mouth. Kasumi returned to tending the pot
on the stove.

"Is my son still here?" He had minded his manners and had
swallowed before speaking.

"No," Kasumi said without turning around. "He went back to school,
but he and Akane were here until just after we all managed to find
something to, ah... ... eat... Yes."

"What?" Her statement seemed fraught with hidden meaning to him.
"Never mind... Did you say 'he'?"

"Hai."

There ensued a brief pause while Genma chewed another two
tako-maki. "As in... 'he and she' and not... 'she and she'?"

Kasumi finally looked over her shoulder. "If you're asking whether
they had sex while Ranma was a boy, the answer is yes... Ojisama."

Ducking his head in embarrassment, Genma decided to concentrate on
the food and polished off two of the three remaining tako-maki.
But when he reached for the last, he squeezed his chopsticks too
hard, and the tako-maki squirted out and onto the table corner
nearest the kitchen entrance.

"The rest of lunch is ready." Kasumi turned around with pot and
plate in hand and promptly froze upon seeing her father's friend,
tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, chasing the last
tako-maki back and forth on the table corner.

Genma looked up after he had finally and triumphantly snagged the
errant food and had begun chewing. Kasumi had continued to stare,
and her mouth twitched. Genma reddened, chewed more quickly, and
swallowed. "Errr... That the rest?"

"... Hai," she said, faintly. With exquisitely careful movements,
Kasumi set another plate in front of him and spooned out the
contents of the pot with a maddening lack of speed, not really
looking at what she did. The tension created by Kasumi's changed
and wide-eyed demeanor almost caused Genma to unleash a technique
sealed away for years; too bad there were no tatami in the kitchen
under which he could disappear. However, he managed to hold his
seat, and, after an interminable time, she finally emptied the
pot.

"Enjoy your... ... Enjoy... Yes... That..." She glided back to the
sink, the epitome of control, although once facing a direction
over than Genma's, her mouth lost the urge to curl up at the
corners.

He eyed the plate suspiciously, wondering if something was wrong
with the food. The odor rising from it smelled just fine and quite
up to Kasumi's usual standard. In the four days he'd lived in the
house, he'd come to understand that Tendou's daughters were all a
mite... odd. On the other hand, food was food, both a necessity
and, in some cases, an art, and Kasumi was a Grand Master. He put
his uneasiness aside and dug in.

As he consumed the food with his typical alacrity, he ruminated on
the information he'd gleaned from the girl. *So... It was 'he',
this time. Hmmm. That's encouraging. Maybe I won't have to use
the... stuff in the flask. Maybe I can keep it for my--" A vision
of his wife, baring steel, rose in his mind. *Then again, maybe
not... Why, oh, why did she actually _accept_ that damned
agreement?! I should have used something else to make her see how
serious I was!*

Genma sighed, both for the eventual, troubling reunion with his
wife and for the empty plate in front of him.


               -----=====<<<<< O >>>>>=====-----


"No-chan, did you need anything before I take off?"

Still nude and propped up on her forearms on the bed, Nodoka had
been watching the thirty-year-old, figuresque sometime lover of
hers dress, realizing as the modern clothes went on that the other
woman was not, in any sense of the word, traditional, although it
was a traditional matter that had brought her into Nodoka's life,
a matter that had evolved far beyond its original purpose.

"No, Kirika dear, I'm fine."

Kirika checked the set of her clothing in the mirror,
surreptitiously watching Nodoka's reflection. Nodoka had turned
her head and now stared out of the window, her eyes distant.
Kirika made a final check of herself. Satisfied, she walked over
and sat on the bed, running her hand through the other woman's
curly auburn locks. "I wish I had hair like yours... I'd let it
grow all the way to my butt."

Nodoka chuckled. "You just think you do. I found a gray hair
yesterday. I was depressed for hours."

"What's on your mind, No-chan? Is it still that girl in the
Orchid?"

Sighing, Nodoka rolled to her side so that she could recline her
upper back against Kirika's leg. "I suppose..."

"What do you think?"

Laughter from school children walking home drifted through the
window, and the curtain fluttered, seemingly pushed by the sound.
"I think Genma has been looking for -- or has found -- a mistress
on his own."

"Meaning that she's someone else's daughter by him..."

"Yes."

"Nodoka," she said chidingly yet fondly, "you know damn well I
have no interest in bedding a male, so you can't claim that you're
'testing' possible mistresses for him with me. It isn't for your
husband that you smile when we get together."

"And your point is that I've got no room to speak, ne?"

"Well... I _was_ trying to be tactful..."

"Dear," Nodoka smirked up at her, "you have many fine qualities,
but you are also rather, er, blunt."

Kirika laughed. "Comes from two years spent in foreign exchange in
America. You think _I'm_ blunt..."

"I think..." Nodoka began, and then trailed off, pausing to
arrange her thoughts and emotions.

"Hai?"

"I think... that the girl makes things very awkward. Obviously,
Genma and my son have returned and are staying at the Tendou home,
but it's... unseemly to mix the, ah, offspring from Genma's affair
with that of his married family. I would've thought he would've
been more discreet than that. I do know of the Tendou family, and
Kimura-san said she knew Tendou Akane, so that means that my son,
Genma's daughter, and Akane are all together... Yes. Very, very
awkward all around."

Kirika wrinkled her nose. "Why do you think he gave her the same
name as your son?"

"I am curious about that, as well."

They held the tableau for a few moments, Nodoka's mind far away
and Kirika continuing to play with her hair. She then ran her hand
slowly over Nodoka's lower stomach, still trim and flat. Kirika
frowned. "Something just occurred to me."

"What?"

"Why does he even have the daughter with him? And besides, didn't
you say she fought like him? Wouldn't that mean he spent years
training her. _Had_ to be years; she took on those five jerks and
didn't even break a sweat... Maybe the mother is dead or
something."

Nodoka chewed on that for a long moment. "Perhaps... Although that
would be, errr... Hmmm."

Kirika tilted her head. "What?"

Flicking a glance at her lover and then quickly looking away,
Nodoka sighed. "Genma tends to be rather... single-minded where
the Art is concerned. It surprises me that he might have taken on
the added burden of a second child while training Ranma. No, not
like Genma at all."

"I see..." She played hide-and-seek with her finger in Nodoka's
navel, causing that worthy to squeak, giggle, and bat away her
hand.

"Stop that! It tickles..."

The hand moved down to play with a patch of dark red hair. "You
know, you could view this as an opportunity," Kirika said
carefully.

Caressing the arm that tempted her, Nodoka said, "How so?"

"Haven't you said, once or twice, that you wished you'd had a
daughter, too? If the mother is dead..."

Nodoka's eyes lit up at the thought, but they were just as quickly
shuttered. "If... everything is as we say, then... we'll see. I
think I'll pay a visit to the Tendous tomorrow, but I must be
careful not to get my hopes--" She gasped. The hand had moved
again, and two fingers wormed their way inside. "I thought you
h-had to go..."

"'Had' to? Not really. I won't be so rushed later if I did, but...
Some things are worth the price... No-chan." Kirika said no more
and gently cupped Nodoka's nearer breast in one hand, lowering her
face and nursing gently at the nipple. A third finger joined the
other two, and the building sensations washed away Nodoka's
worries for a little while.


                        END CHAPTER TWO

               -----=====<<<<< O >>>>>=====-----



This and other fanfiction by me can be found at:
http://setsuna.anifics.com/cabbitblue/index.html

There was no official prereading phase for this chapter, but
several people have looked at it at one time or another, including
but not limited to Ukyou Kuonji, Bjorn Christianson, Rakhal
Stormwarden, Andrew Norris, T.H. Tiger, Latin_D, and Donny Cheng.
If I've forgotten someone, blame it on the passage of time and an
aging mind. ^_-

If you didn't get the joke surrounding "udon", it goes like this:
the Japanese say that you must make a lot of noise when eating
udon to show that it tastes good. They even go so far as to say
that if you don't make noise, it ruins the flavor (see the Angelic
Layer episode containing the end of the Tokyo regional tournament
for a clear example of this). Personally, I'm wondering if noise
is the only flavor udon has, having eaten it on a few occasions
myself. Oh, well...

The bar manager, Kimura, was named long before Azumanga Daioh
became a household word among fansub aficionados, so the rather
strange teacher of the same name from the series had no bearing on
the bar manager's character. As a non-relevant aside, I highly
recommend Azumanga Daioh to anybody and everybody--it's one of the
funniest anime I've ever seen, and nearly everyone ends up falling
in love with the eccentric cast.

Cheers to Dave Menard for his appreciation of my scene breaks. :)

Don't ask when the next chapter is going to be out. Haven't even
started it. :)


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