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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Ranma 1/2 or the series itself and will not be making any money from this fanfiction

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Author’s note:

Set up chapter. Lots of talk, not so much sex. Shampoo will be so disappointed.^_^

Akane hesitated. She been sure of herself when she and the other girls left the restaurant. She knew there was no way Ranma wrote that note. Not with that nice clean handwriting. The girls had been easy to convince. They hadn’t wanted to believe the note was real either. But, now that they had agreed with her, she herself was starting to doubt. Was she clutching at straws so what she’d forced herself to do was not a waste?

Akane could still feel the shape of Ranma’s thing in her mouth. And the taste when he’d squirted. She licked her lips, it had tasted sort of good. Thick and creamy, it really stuck with you. Swirling her tongue inside her mouth she could still taste a residue. How could something so disgusting not taste that way? If she’d been so wrong about that. Maybe she was wrong about the letter too? Maybe Ranma really never wanted to see them again?

No! Akane was sure she was sure she was right. Ranma’s handwriting was atrocious. The writing on the letter had been near perfect. Clearly the blonde was behind it. An image of that incredible looking girl appeared in her mind. It would be no wonder if Ranma was being fooled by her. You just had to look at her to know that she had the keys to heaven, and the gate was between her legs. Those long, tan, go on forever, legs. A small trickle of blood flowed from Akane’s nose.

*Smack*

“Ow, what did you do that for?” Akane complained, holding the back of her head and glaring at Ukyou.

“You got to stop thinking about that big-titted blond, sugar,’ Ukyou said. “We got a serious problem here and can’t have you visiting La La land every five minutes dreaming about what that skin must taste like. I mean, sure she looks like she’s been honey dipped, and I bet those breasts are as soft as . . .”

*Smack*

“What the hell did you do that for, you jackasss!?” Ukyou yelled at Shampoo, who was putting her bom bori back wherever she got it from.

“You bad as Akane, thinking with space between legs. Forget good looking luscious blonde. Shampoo deal with her after we make up Ranma.”

“Why do you get to ‘deal’ with her,” Akane protested. For a moment forgetting her concern over Ranma’s feelings. “You already had your chance and got your ass kicked and your pussy licked. Let someone else have a shot at her.”

Akane’s words sent Ukyou, for just a second, to a place where a certain blonde head was busy between her legs. *Smack* Ukyou smacked her forehead with the palm of her own hand. “Enough!’ She shouted. This isn’t getting us anywhere. Focus dammit. How are we going to get Ranma away from her.”

“Maybe we don’t have to,” Akane mused. “After all, we three are willing to share Ranma. Would it be so bad if she was included. She is ‘fine’,” Akane drawled out the last word her eyes seeing a far off vista of glorious brown mountains tipped with cherries. Coming to herself, she flinched, holding her hands over her head as if expecting a blow. When none came, she looked up at the other two girl. Ukyou was looking thoughtful, and Shampoo was looking calculating.

“Much as I hate to admit it, sugar. You might have a point. If we try to deep six the blonde we run a darn good risk of pissing Ranma off. He’s already proven that he does not think what they have is exclusive, and ‘she’ sure didn’t seem to mind taking a taste of the wild side.”

“Shampoo shave just yesterday, she no wild . . . Oh, yea, Ukyou right. Maybe we share. Her voice dropped to a mutter, “Shampoo share alright. She share foot with cow’s ass. . .” She looked at the other two girls. “Oops, Shampoo say that loud?”

Ukyou sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Focus, focus! What are we going to do.”

“Maybe if we made Ranma feel guilty,” Akane said in a hesitant thoughtful voice. “I mean right now he has the upper hand because we all feel guilty and don’t want to lose her. We know he still wants us, at least a little, or he wouldn’t have come by the restaurant.

Akane left unsaid the worry she had that the only reason Ranma had come by was to show them why he could do without them. Namely a blond beach goddess with enough skill to overcome an Amazon in close combat. What more could Ranma want from a woman. “If we made him feel guilty. Then we can forgive him, and he can forgive us and everything will be fine,” she suggested in a tentative voice.

“All fine and good, sugar, but how are we going to make Ranma feel guilty. Face it, we screwed up pretty big time. What has he done, or can be made to believe he’s done that will equal that?”

“Well, he did let a pervert sleep in my bed, when I thought it was just a poor innocent pig. He could have told me the truth.”

“But know truth already, so how that make Ranma guilty?” Shampoo asked.

“Yea, but Ranma doesn’t know she knew,” Ukyou said in a thoughtful voice. “But I don’t know. No matter how you slice the toppings it’s still us manipulating him, and that’s what got us into this mess in the first place.”

Part of Akane agreed with Ukyou, but there was still enough of her old self to try and pad her bets. “But what if I just happened to get accidentally splashed with cold water while I’m next to Ryouga. While Ranma is there. We wouldn’t have to do anything. He’s just assume, and we can’t be held to blame for that.”

Ukyou hmmmed as she thought it over. “Could work. As long as we don’t try to work it beyond you looking shocked at the change. Just let Ranma react naturally to that. Worth a shot. So are we going to walk over to Ryouga’s to see if he’s there? If we wait for him to show up we could be talking weeks.”

Five minutes later they were well on their way to Ryouga’s place. Shampoo had been silent for most of the walk, her fuming face showing she was still thinking about the blonde. Akane’s face too showed she was thinking about the blonde, that and the trace of drool.

Ukyou, in an effort to distract herself from the doubt that was gnawing at her, and to avoid looking at Akane, had been letting her mind roam from topic to topic when it lit on one subject that aroused her curiosity for several reasons.

“Say, sugar. How well hung is Ryouga?” she asked.

“Huh? What?” Akane said, blinking her eyes as she tried to shift mental tracks from female to male genitalia.

“Ryouga. How well hung is he?”

“Ewwww, how would I know that?” Akane asked in disgust.

“Well, you’ve seen him change from P-chan to himself. He couldn’t be wearing any clothes when he did that. Oh, wait, maybe you only saw him change the other way.”

“Oh, I’ve never seen him change either way. He always was careful, and when he screwed up Ranma usually managed to keep me from seeing the change.” Akane said blithely.

“What? How the heck do you know he’s P-chan then?”

“Oh, please!” Akane exclaimed in disgust. “Ryouga has a fight with Ranma in the rain, loses his umbrella when I nail him with a weight, and runs off. I go up to my room and find a wet pig wearing one of his bandanna’s. I mean, Please! A pig! If it had been a cat or a rat or something like that, maybe. But a pig! It had to be him.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” Ukyou conceded.

Shampoo had been distracted by her own thoughts, but now she chimed in. Unlike the other two she had seen him change. “Him hung like horse,” Shampoo always regret not get a chance to try him out, but had not trusted the stupid pig boy to not rub nailing her in Ranma’s face.”

“Bigger than me, when I use the powder,” Ukyou asked.

Shampoo thought about it, and then held up her fingers, a small gap between them. “Hard to tell. He not all way hard when Shampoo see. But Shampoo think cook maybe this much bigger.”

A smug look appeared on Ukyou’s face and her steps got a bit lighter as she waked along with a broad smile.”

“Well, here we are,” Akane said. Stopping at the small gate that fronted the overgrown pathway to Ryouga’s front door. “Lets . . .

*Knock, Knock*

Ranma was siting on the couch, Ryochan sitting on his knee as they tried to strangle each other with their tongues. Ryochan’s top was open and Ranma was fondling one of her breasts as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him firmly in place. It took more than a little effort for Ranma to pull back his face from her’s. She gave a whimper of protest and tried to maintain the kiss as their mouths pulled apart, for a second they were linked by their mingled saliva.

“You hear something?”

“No!” Ryochan responded, trying to pull Ranma back into a clinch. “I told you my parents won’t be home till late. We have hours.” Damn it, She thought, why does he have to get into these darn games so much. Just because we’re playing teenagers on the couch does not mean he has to pretend to keep hearing noises. Even if it was Nabiki he could at least keep going till she ‘surprised’ us.

*KNOCK< KNOCK!*

“I knew I heard something. Someone is at the door! They’re here!” Ranma said with great excitement. He stood up. “Oops, sorry about that Ryochan,” he apologized as she thumped down on the floor, landing on her well padded ass.

Her current position left Ryochan at eye to crotch level with Ranma, and a wave of jealousy ran through her as she saw the bulge in Ranma’s pants. In her mind it was all for the girls Ranma thought were knocking on her door. Ryochan didn’t stop to consider that she was being very Akane like, and that just maybe the boner had something to do with what they’d been doing for the last five minutes.

While she’d been fulminating, Ranma had headed for the stairs. “Wait! Ryochan shouted. “You don’t want to seem too eager. Wait here, I’ll go get them, “ she said, getting to her feet and doing up the buttons on her shirt.

Ranma hesitated on the bottom step, clearly torn. “Well, if you think . . .”

“Oh, I do. It will work much better if I go get them and bring them down. Remember, you can’t go letting them think they have any control over you at all. You are the boss. They are the ones that have to submit to you. Remember what you put in the letter,” she said as she brushed by him and hurried up the stairs.

Ryochan was halfway to the door, when she realized she was in the bathroom. She slammed her fist in the wall in frustration, but then blinked. “Wait a minute. What am I doing. I switched letters. It can’t be the girls. It’s likely just some salesman.” She relaxed and didn’t worry about getting to the door before Ranma got impatient.

*KNOCK, KNOCK!”

Outside the house, the girl’s were getting impatient. “Give it up, sugar, He ain’t home,” Ukyou said.

“No, wait, hear that,” Akane said. “I heard something banging on the wall. He’s in there, he’s just lost. Wait a minute. I’ll give him some help in finding the door.” Akane started knocking on the door in a steady rhythm.

“What was I thinking?” Ranma grumbled as he ran up the steps four at time. “It will take her hours to find the door, they might leave.” Reaching the door he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Trying to look bored and uncaring he opened the door.

The three girls blinked in surprise when Ranma opened the door. “Ranma, Airen, Ran-chan!” what are you doing here?” Their eyes showed puzzlement that turned to suspicion as they took in his disheveled hair and rather flushed complexion.

Ranma’s expression turned puzzled. “What do you mean. Of course I’m here. Why would I have told you to come here if I wasn’t going to be here?”

The three girls looked at each other, and then back at Ranma. By silent communication, Ukyou the most diplomatic was chosen to speak. “I’m not sure how we were suppose to figure that out from this,” Ukyou said, handing over the letter that had been shoved into Shampoo’s cleavage. Inside a knot had undone itself from around her heart. Akane had been right. There was no way Ranma had written this.

Puzzled. Ranma opened the letter, just as an out of breath Ryochan rushed up. She’d heard the girls voices and had nearly knocked herself silly running into walls in her effort to get here in time. Too late as it happened.

Even as the girls took in Ryochan’s presence, her messed up hair, and the fact that her shirt was buttoned crooked, Ranma read the letter in his hands.

“What is she doing here!” All three girls exclaimed, right in time with Ryochan’s “What are they doing here.

“I live here,” Ryochan said in a huffy voice, and then noticing the note in Ranma’s hands, and how it seemed be turning brown where his fingers were touching it.

“But now I got to be going,” Ryochan said, even as she ran back into the house. “Got to get my bag, get out the back door and stay low for a few weeks till Ranma cools off,” she muttered to herself as she raced for her room.

Ranma took a deep breath, slowly crumbled the slightly charred letter up in his hands and stuffed it in his pocket. “I’ll just save this for Ryochan’s lunch,” he muttered. He looked up at the three girls in front of him. “So I guess you didn’t come here because of my letter.”

Instead of answering him, the girls burst out in a babble of voices that pretty much came down to, “Who is that girl, and what the fuck does she mean she lives her.”

Ranma was so used to covering for Ryouga, that he didn’t even stop to consider that there was no longer a need to do so. “Her? She’s . . . Ah, Ryouga’s cousin. She’s staying here.”

“And you’re staying with her, sugar,” Ukyou asked with an arched eyebrow. That would certainly explain where Ranma had been disappearing too for much of the last two months.

Ranma shrugged. “You three made it pretty clear you weren’t interested in me.”

“That not so, Shampoo always plenty interested. Two rug-munchers take time to learn better, but they interested now too!”

Ranma actually smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. It would be nice if we could be friends.”

“Well, Akane and I sure did our best to be friendly, sugar,” Ukyou said while Akane blushed and looked down at her shuffling feet.

Ranma’s smile turned lecherous, and he said in a fond voice. “You were at that.” But, then his visage turned stern, or at least as stern as he could make it. “But some people would say you were still just trying to manipulate me, and you really don’t want to make up for what you did.”

Akane scowled. In her mind she’d made a pretty big gesture. How dare he discount it. Just because she used to look for any excuse possible to knock him over the horizon so she could spend time with Shampoo and Ukyou was no reason to think she was lying now.

“I take it the letter you sent had something to say about that, Ran-chan?” Ukyou asked. “And I don’t think it was that you never wanted to see us again.”

Ranma actually looked shocked at that. “Of course not. I still like you, Ucchan. I just don’t know if I can trust you.”

“So, what was in the letter we were supposed to get?” Akane asked.

Ranma opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Darn it Ryochan, he thought. He’d spent hours and dozens of wasted versions getting that letter right. And now I don’t know how to tell them with them just standing there.

Actually, what was really the matter was that Ranma was finding the idea of delivering that sort of ultimatum face to face a lot harder than simply writing a letter to the party, or parties, in question. *I just wanted you to play some games that would let me fuck every hole you got, anytime I want* ain’t going to cut it.

“Well, it’s like this,” Ranma said tapping his forefingers together and staring at them fixedly. “We, I, thought you needed to show an example of good faith.” Ranma stopped talking at that point. And a moment of silence followed.

“What sort of example, Ran-chan?” Ukyou asked when Ranma’s voice seemed to seize up.

“Oh, nothing too complicated,” A voice came from behind the girls. Both Ranma and they looked back at the speaker with surprise for the girls and relief on Ranma’s part.

“Nabiki!’ Three voices exclaimed in various tones of surprise and happiness. Shampoo just clapped a hand over the hidden pouch where she kept her tip money.

Nabiki walked around the girls, up the steps to Ranma and before he could react looped her arms around his neck and gave him a big deep kiss, that lasted far too long for the girls to think Ranma was not letting it continue.

Nabiki released the kiss, but made sure a long trailer of saliva continued to connect her and Ranma’s mouth as she pulled away from him. Daintily wiping away the spit, she smiled at the girls and said, “As you can see, Ranma is suffering from no shortage of women in his life, but your in luck, he’s willing to let other people play with us, if he can trust them.”

“What, be part of that, perverts Harem! I’d muffffff,” Akane cut off as Ukyou covered her mouth with a hand.

“Just a second, Sugar. Just what do you mean by play with you?” Ukyou asked Nabiki who was casually cuddled up against Ranma. As she talked she kept shifting her hand to avoid Akane taking a chunk out of it.”

“I shouldn’t have to explain that to you three. You know all about ‘playing’, Nabiki said, but she gave a sigh and added, “but, very well. Dear sweet Ranma has been burnt so bad in the love sweepstakes, he’s opted out. He’s not looking for a girlfriend of fiancee, just playmates. He just wants to have fun till things work out one way or another. Isn’t that right, Ranma?” she asked, digging an elbow into his side.

“Huh, yea, that’s right. I’m tired of all the fighting and feuding. I just want to have some fun for a while. I figure if I’m going to fall in love with someone, it’ll happen on it’s own with no need for other people pushing and shoving to make it happen.”

“That’s one of the things Ranma wanted to make sure of. That you girls weren’t going to be tugging on him like some sort of wishbone, and that you can play nice with others.”

“What others?” Shampoo asked. Her nympho radar was picking up hints of some serious sexual potential. “And quit beating bush. Say what mean. Mean fucky fucky with no strings when say play?”

“How succinct, Nabiki said. “You are of course correct. Lots of sex, lots of fun, no strings, no talking out of class.”

Her trysts with Akane and Shampoo had given Ukyou a healthy appetite for regular sex, so she was maybe not as appalled by the idea as she might otherwise have been. Still . . .” You still didn’t say who. You weren’t maybe thinking of inviting a whole lot of horny guys and charging them a hundred yen a pop to have a go at us.”

Ranma’s “Of course not!” Sounded at the same time as Shampoo’s “So what wrong with that?”

Everyone looked at Shampoo, until she flushed and said. “Well, only if they nice and strong,” in a defensive tone of voice.

All four of the others rolled their eyes and Nabiki answered Ukyou’s question. “Right now there is Ranma, me, and Ryouga.”

“Don’t forget Ryochan, Ryouga’s cousin,” Ranma hastily added. When Nabiki looked at him with an arched eyebrow he added. “She decided to become a full time member after having so much fun at the Cat Café.” his eyes were saying. “Go along, go along, go along.”

“Fun!” Shampoo screeched. “This one show her fun next time meet her.”

“Don’t worry,” Ranma said. “If you join I’m sure she’ll give you a rematch.”

Nabiki had taken this conversation in with interest, and marked it down as something to pursue, at a latter date. But for now. “Of course this all depends on two things that were in Ranma’s letter, and I assume you did not get.” As everyone, even Akane who was still gagged with Ukyou’s hand nodded, she continued. One, you agree to join. And two, you pass the initiation.”

“Initiation. Shampoo not know that position.”

“Well, in frat-houses it usually involved a bare ass and a large wooden paddle.” Ukyou said with a wry expression. Seeing the looks directed her way, she held up her hands and explained. “I’ve catered a few parties ok.”

“Oh, Shampoo know that one.” Japanese have funny names for things.

“You’re not to far off the mark, actually,” Nabiki said with a smirk.

Ryouga and Ranma tried to dress it up as a way to prove you are trustworthy, but the truth is, they just want to be able to do anything they want with your young nubile bodies for a few days.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” Ranma protested.

“Anything,” Ukyou and Shampoo said at the same time, with very different inflections in their voices.

“Oh, don’t worry. You can stop it anytime you want. Truth to be told. The boys are wimps. They aren’t going to rape you, not for real anyway.” Did you and Ran-chan ever play Samurai and Bandit when you were kids?” Nabiki asked Ukyou.

“Yea,” Ukyou replied in the affirmative, but in a hesitant tone that showed she was afraid she might be heading for some sort of verbal trap if she gave too much away.

“Well, all this really means is that you have to be the bandit for a few days. And the boys get to be the Samurai. I of course get to be the beautiful lady magistrate that sentences you to suitable punishment for your evil deeds.

“Did you have to be initiated when you joined this little boy’s club Nabiki?” Ukyou asked suspiciously.

Nabiki smirked. “Lets see. First off we stayed in character, sort of. I tried to blackmail Ranma, he decided to punish me for it. Next, I was a poor school teacher raped quite thoroughly by two delinquent students. But, when Ryochan joined, I got to help initiate her. And now we draw straws to see who gets to be on top.”

Akane pulled Ukyou’s hand away from her mouth. Ukyou hadn’t been holding it very tightly by that point. “So once we serve this initiation, I might get a chance to play Samurai and bandits with Ryochan, and she’s the bandit.” Akane was visibly licking her lips.

“Well, that was just an example, but yes, you could be the Samurai, or the evil dark general, or the delinquent school girl, whatever, as long as you don’t draw the short straw.

“Count me in!” Akane said, her eyes already glazing as she slipped into dreamworld.

“Sounds like fun to Shampoo, as long as lots of fucky, no care if top or bottom.”

Ukyou was not so quick. “You say we can stop any thing we don’t like?” “And if we do, we don’t get kicked out, we just move to a different game?” Receiving affirmatives to both these, she said, “Sure, what have I got to lose? I’m in.”

“eeeeeppp,” A muffled voice sounded behind Ranma and he turned to see Ryochan, with full pack on her back trying to silently back away. Not seeming to hurry, he never the less was beside her between one eye blink and the next. “Ah, how nice you joined us Ryochan,” he said, taking a firm hold on the blond’s ear and using it as a handle to lead her back to the door. “Now what should we do with our errant postmistress here?” he asked.

“Now, Ranma, that’s not very nice. You shouldn’t treat a young girl like that. Unless of course she’d been bad and is in need of chastisment.

Five sets of eyes turned to look at Kasumi standing outside the gate, dressed in a thin sundress that the slight wind seemed to plaster to her body. The sun came out from behind a cloud and the dress turned almost see through while enveloping Kasumi in a glowing halo of light.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that Kasumi volunteered to be the new house mother for our little club house?” Nabiki asked. “Of course she knows she’ll have to pass a test to get the job but she’s sure she can manage it.”

Author’s note:

Thanks for the comments blade2004. The best place to find more of my stuff would be the Ranma Lemon Archive. http://stfan.free.fr/
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