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Moxibustion Violation

by H. Saotome
Continuing the divergence in which the piece of the moxibustion chart
containing the cure for Ranma's weakness originally remained in Happosai's
possession, but Ryoga now has it. Dark. M/F, n/c.

Chapter 24
"That was a delicious meal, Kasumi."
The young woman beamed at the boy. "Thank you, Ryoga-kun." She stood and
began removing dishes from the table.
Akane jumped to her feet and picked up a bowl. "I'll help!" she volunteered
eagerly.
However, Kasumi pulled the bowl from her resisting fingers. "That's all
right, Akane. It's no trouble, really," she said tranquilly. "I'm sure that
you and the boys want to get started on your first training session."
"That's right," Soun put in jovially from his place at the table. "The
sooner you're cured, the better. You three run along, and don't mind us."
Akane's expression fell slightly, but she quickly hid it. Ryoga smirked as
he pulled himself to his feet, leading the way out of the room. Akane and
Ranma trudged along behind him, struggling not to hang their heads.
The three entered Ranma's new bedroom upstairs, and Akane carefully locked
the door behind them. She and Ranma turned to regard the other boy warily,
wondering what was coming. He, on the other hand, cast a disdainful gaze upon
Ranma.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ryoga asked scornfully.
"Like what?" Ranma responded, preoccupied with how unhappy he was over the
state of affairs in which he and Akane found themselves.
Ryoga rolled his eyes upward. "Water, idiot. You need tits and a pussy
before I can fuck you. Or at any rate, I'm not going to contemplate any other
possibility."
Ranma shuddered, but quipped, "Are you sure about that, fag?"
Akane grabbed him by the ear and hissed, "Control your mouth, dummy!"
Ryoga's smirk returned, broader than before. "Best listen to your fiancee,
there." Then he paused contemplatively. As Ranma reluctantly turned toward the
door, Ryoga called out, "Hang on there. I got a better idea, to start out
with." He almost laughed at the questioning look Ranma threw his way.
In fact, the more Ryoga thought about it, the more he liked it. So much so
that a chuckle did escape his lips. "Yeah, this'll be much better with you as
a guy. I want you to talk me into fucking your fiancee. Sell me on how much
you want it, and how much I'll like it."
Ranma couldn't disguise the flash of hatred which passed through his eyes,
but he managed to tamp the emotion back down. He did have to take several deep
breaths, however, before he could speak. While he was getting himself under
control, Akane pulled her shirt out of her skirt and started to pull it up her
chest, only to have Ryoga stop her.
"Uh uh," Ryoga told the girl, waving a finger. "He has to talk you
into it as well."
Ranma cleared his throat, struggling not to grind his teeth. "Hey, Ryoga
old buddy, I know you've always wanted to have sex with Akane here. And, uh,
now you can. I don't mind. Really. And, um, she'll let you." Addressing
himself to Akane, he said, "Go ahead and have sex with him, okay?" Then he
turned back toward Ryoga expectantly.
The other boy sat on the corner of the desk and folded his arms, his
expression one of disgust. "Pa-thetic. You think that was supposed to convince
me?"
Ranma shrugged. "Hey, if you don't want to, that's fine with me."
Ryoga sighed wearily, then stood, his expression stony. With one step he
stood in front of Ranma and threw a punch into his gut, folding the boy over
and leaving him retching. Then he grabbed Akane by one shoulder, snaking his
other arm around to her front where he grabbed her boob. He squeezed, hard.
Very hard. Akane yelped in dismay, barely swallowing down a scream which would
alert her family. Tears gathered on her eyelashes.
Ranma straightened up, then grabbed at Ryoga's arm, totally unable to budge
it. "Stop, dammit! You're hurting her!"
Ryoga glared at him without an ounce of give. "Yeah, asshole. I am. Because
of you. Now, are you ready to stop being an asshole? Are you ready to get into
the spirit of things? Do it right?" He squeezed harder. Akane choked back a
sob.
Ranma tried to pull harder at the arm, uselessly. He wilted in defeat, his
head dropping to look at the floor. "Yeah. Whatever you want. Just ... stop
hurting her."
Ryoga released Akane, who couldn't help but place a hand over her chest and
bite her lip. The boy commanded, "Okay. Try again. And don't screw up."
Ranma took another deep breath, thinking furiously. He let the breath out
with a long sigh. Tensing his muscles as if for a fight, he began
speaking.
"You may not believe this, but Akane here has turned into a ... a ... well,
she's really horny all the time. And, um, she needs more than just me to
satisfy her. So could you be a real b-... buddy, and screw her? You'll really
enjoy it. 'Cause she's awesomely hot. C'mon, whaddya say? You'd be doing her,
us, a big favor. Okay?"
He turned toward the girl at his side, took another deep breath, and went
on. "You know you want this. You love getting screwed. And he's a real, uh
..." Ranma's mouth worked, before spitting out, "hunk. So best not pretend.
Take your clothes off and, er, let him do it to you."
Akane whispered, "Okay," and once more began lifting her shirt.
Ryoga allowed her to proceed this time. His attention on Ranma, he smiled
and said, "Better. But still not entirely convincing. Are you sure you
want me to fuck your fiancee? I mean, you haven't even screwed her yourself
yet, have you?"
Ranma closed his eyes. "Yes, I want you to. I definitely want you to. I
want you to ..." He grit his teeth. "... stick your dick in her and screw her
hard. I want you to make her scream and fill her with your stuff. And I ... I
... I want to watch while you do it."
Ryoga nodded and replied, "How could I possibly refuse a request like that?
Sure, old pal, I'll help you out." He began pulling off his own clothes. His
prick was rock hard when it sprang free.
Akane lay down on the futon, but Ryoga motioned to her to wait. Turning to
Ranma, he said, "She's probably still reluctant. Go ahead and tell her to
spread her legs nice and wide for me."
Past arguing, the other boy turned to Akane and told her, "I want him to do
this, and deep down, you do too. So go ahead and spread your legs for him.
Wider. Show him the pussy he's going to screw."
Ryoga nodded his approval and knelt between her toned legs. Turning his
face to the side he inquired, "Are you certain about this? You want me
to fuck her, again? To put my cock where yours has never gone before? If so,
you ought to be begging me to fuck her brains out."
"Dammit! Just do it!" A sigh. "Come on, man. I want it. She wants it. She
needs it. Please, screw her hard. Really hard. Fuck her brains right out of
her head. Do it! Show her ... show her what you can do."
"Okay then." Ryoga lowered himself, brushing the tip of his prick against
the girl's slit. Akane closed her eyes, feeling no need to participate.
Indeed, she felt like she was doing little more than providing a hole for
Ryoga, something to hold over his rival's head. She was surprised to find that
she resented the feeling more than a little. If she had to be fucked by the
bastard, she at least wanted it to be about her.
Ryoga's cockhead was sliding up and down her lips, but wasn't entering her.
Despite her resentment, Akane was horny as hell, and ready to be satisfied by
the hard fucking the jerk had promised. After several more frustrating seconds
she tried to press herself onto him, only to open her eyes in shock as he
moved with her. Away from her.
Still grinning in Ranma's direction, the boy announced, "I seem to be
having a little trouble here. Think you could reach down there and stick me
inside your fiancee? You wanna help me fuck her, right?"
Ranma spun around to face the opposite way, clenching his fists. Several
seconds later he turned back to the futon, and knelt beside it forcefully.
Hand trembling, ignoring the look of sympathy in Akane's eyes and the wide
grin of Ryoga's mouth, he reached between the pair and took a firm grip of the
penis. In his mind's eye he saw himself yanking, ripping the disgusting object
off of the piece of verminous filth. Instead he pulled forward, watching the
tip separate Akane's petals, to be followed by the rest of the shaft pressing
inside her.
"Good boy!" Ryoga cheered. "Now just kneel there and watch me fuck your
slut of a fiancee. If I see you close your eyes or turn away, I'll hurt her
again." With that he turned his face toward the girl below him, picking up the
pace, his violating prick making squishing sounds as it rammed in and out of
her.
Having no choice, Ranma remained on his knees beside the futon, watching
Ryoga have sex with Akane. Watching the guy's hairy ass rise and fall between
his fiancee's legs, he thought about how much he wanted to kick that ass up
and down the length of Tokyo. Hell, the length of Japan. Nor was this wish
lessened by the moans coming from Akane's mouth, the rhythmic roll of her hips
as she fucked the boy back, her hands digging into Ryoga's back.
Lifting his head and staring into Akane's eyes, Ryoga said, "Now admit it.
You'd much rather have me fuck you, wouldn't you? If you could freely choose
which one of us you'd rather have plowing you and filling your cunt, would you
pick me or Ranma?"
Looking up at Ranma apologetically, Akane quietly - and rather breathlessly
- replied, "Yes. I'd rather have you fuck me. I'd pick you instead of
Ranma."
"That's what I thought." He paused, pistoning hard. "Ranma." Another pause.
"Do you want me to come in her cunt? Or in a tissue?"
Ranma turned his head to look wistfully at the box of tissues sitting on
the desk, but wearily responded, "In her cunt. Please."
No sooner were the words uttered, then Ryoga emitted a strangled howl. He
rammed himself forward. His ass cheeks clenched repeatedly as he fired shot
after shot of hot jism deep inside Akane. The feeling of being filled was too
much for her, and she whimpered as her own trembling orgasm swept across her
body. Akane's calves pressed against the backs of Ryoga's thighs, as if she
could drive him even deeper inside of her.
Ryoga rolled to the side, panting, pulling his glistening cock out of
Akane's snatch. It's departure was followed by a gooey white flow, which slid
down her crack and soaked into the futon below.
Ryoga smirked at Ranma, causing his rival to drop his eyes in pain and
anger. He proclaimed, "Well, she's not a bad fuck, but I've had better."
Akane closed her eyes, anger overpowering afterglow. She wanted to stand
and move away from the bastard in a huff, but unfortunately he was still lying
between her legs. She did turn her face to the side.
Seeming to ignore the girl below him, he continued, "In fact, she didn't
take hardly anything out of me. I'm ready for round two. So why don't you go
turn into a girl now, come back, and convince me to nail you by telling me how
much better you'll be than Akane here."
Pissed off, but thankful for any excuse to get out of the room for a few
minutes, Ranma left in search of ice water. He was mindful enough to listen
cautiously at the door before opening it, to make sure no one would be
standing on the other side when he did so. The door closed behind him, leaving
the other two alone in the room.
As Ryoga got to his feet and stepped away, Akane sat up, drawing up her
knees and wrapping her arms around them. "Do you have to be so mean?" she
asked bitterly.
"Yes," he replied simply. "Get used to it. There's a lot more to come over
the next couple of months."
"Why have you changed so much?" she asked. "You were always shy. Nice. I
thought I could count on you."
Haido sneered at this description. "Maybe I was always like this
underneath. And you were just too blind, or too stupid, to see it. Or maybe I
just finally grew a set of balls and decided to stop letting people walk all
over me. It doesn't matter. This is who I am now. Deal with it, bitch."
Akane flinched, but kept quiet after that. A couple of minutes later a
red-haired girl nervously entered the room. She locked the door behind
herself, then leaned back against it. Keeping her distance.
Ryoga manufactured a bored expression. "I told you what to do," he said
patiently.
Swallowing, Ranma resigned herself. She sauntered over, swaying her hips,
and trailed a finger along Ryoga's chest. "Hey there, big boy. How about
giving me a piece of that action? I'm way better built than that
chick over there, and I know how to use it better, too. C'mon, what do you
say? Wanna go for a ride on the Ranma express? I'll drain your balls and leave
you a happy husk."
Pressing his lips together in bemusement, Ryoga nodded his head. "Not bad.
Not bad at all. You can start by doing a handstand in front of me. Facing
me."
Ranma blinked, then shrugged. She did a flip, ending with her hands on the
floor and her feet in the air. The boy grabbed her by her ankles and lifted
her into the air until her face was level with his large, swaying prick. Her
pigtail dangled below her head.
"Take it in your mouth," he ordered.
Ranma reached out to take hold of the shaft, directing its head past her
lips. Then she squealed in surprise as she was suddenly lowered, pressing that
head into her throat. Before she could choke she was lifted again, stopping
with her lips pressed to the glans. Then she was lowered again. Up and down,
up and down. Ranma relaxed, resigning herself to the idea of being used as a
large masturbation toy.
"Get busy down there!" Ryoga growled, making her jump. "Start sucking. And
use that tongue!"
Ranma went to work as best she could, having no control over the rate at
which the rod plunged in and out of her mouth. She sucked strenuously, running
her tongue over the sensitive skin, trying to get the task over with as blood
slowly accumulated in her head. She tried to stroke his cock with her hands,
but found the position too awkward and ended up simply resting them on his
thighs.
Akane watched all this with helplessly raised eyebrows, taking note of how
much more imaginative the jackass was being with Ranma than he had been with
her. She slipped a finger between her thighs, wondering if it would be her
turn again after Ranma got her stomach filled. The combination of her finger
and the spectacle in front of her soon had Akane biting her lower lip in the
struggle to stay silent. Belatedly, it occurred to the girl that her finger
had become coated with the semen which filled her passage. A quiet moan
escaped her lips.
Ranma was wishing that the idiot in front of her would hurry and get off so
she could turn right-side up again. Particularly as she wasn't getting any
stimulation to help her get off herself. Her wish was answered seconds later
when Ryoga gave a grunt then shoved her down, impaling her throat with his
cock. A blast of thick warmth filled her as Ranma struggled to draw
breath.
Ryoga lifted Ranma back up a moment later. Unfortunately the redhead didn't
have presence of mind to swallow, and as the plug was removed cum poured back
out of her throat under the force of gravity. It ran up into her nose from
behind. It flowed into her mouth and past her coughing lips. It ran downward
from there over her face, into her nostrils, past her eyes, and through her
hair. Some of it even managed to run all the way down and onto her
pigtail.
"Oh ... God!" Ranma choked. "Put me ... gaackk ... down,
asshole!"
Ryoga did so at once, unable to restrain a chuckle over her appearance and
present difficulty. He was in too good a mood to be bothered by the derogatory
term, and sat on the desk once more while waiting to get hard again.
Akane, on the other hand, wasn't taking chances. She dropped to her knees
beside the other girl and quietly hissed, "Will you please stop calling
him names? Apologize to him. Now. Before he decides to get even nastier."
Ranma gave her an incredulous look while wiping sticky white debris from
her face. But the pleading expression Akane gave her made her turn away.
Keeping her eyes down so she didn't have to look up at the guy, Ranma said,
"Sorry about calling you that. I wasn't thinking straight because of all the
blood in my head, and the choking, and stuff."
Ryoga tried to convert his smirk to something more stern, but didn't do a
very good job. He replied, "That's okay. This time. But you'd better learn
your place quick if you don't want to piss me off."
"We done?" Ranma asked, wondering whether the tissues on her desk would be
sufficient to clean her up. And, if not, how she was going to get to the
bathroom without risk of being seen.
"Nope," the young man replied calmly. "But take ten. I need a minute."
After a few minutes Ryoga straightened up and ordered, "Okay, Ranma. On
your hands and knees. Stick that bubble butt of yours in the air for me."
The red-haired girl sighed but did as she was told.
Ryoga looked around quizzically. "Hey. You got any lube in here?"
"Aw, hell," Ranma muttered under her breath. Then more loudly, "No, I ain't
got any lube in here."
Akane timidly offered, "I have some next door in my room."
Ryoga shook his head. "Don't bother. The bitch can just scrape some of that
shit off her face and shove it up her rear. If that ain't good enough, too
bad. From now on, make sure you have lube here in your room or you're gonna
suffer. Well? I told you what to do. If you don't get busy, I'm gonna shove
myself up your back end dry."
Mouthing curses, Ranma got busy, collecting gobs of spunk from her face
onto her fingers and reaching back to push it past her sphincter. When she'd
done what she could, she resumed her position, lowering herself to her elbows
so that her bottom would be higher than her head.
"Reach back and spread yourself open," Ryoga commanded. "Invite me in."
Reluctantly, Ranma lowered her face to the floor, then reached back to grab
her ass cheeks with both hands. She spread herself wide and said, "Please fuck
me."
Ryoga knelt behind the girl, taking careful aim and flattening the head of
his prick against the tight, gooey rosebud in front of him. Steadily
increasing the pressure, he heard Ranma give a grunt when the muscles finally
gave in, allowing the end to penetrate. Pressing forward, he sank another five
centimeters inside, to the accompaniment of a groan from below. Pulling back
slightly, he then shoved forward again, forcing more of himself inside. With a
few more minor retreats and rough advances, he finally succeeded in burying
himself all the way inside her hole.
"Now, Ranma," Ryoga spoke conversationally. "I understand you told Akane
that I raped you up in the mountains."
"You did rape me," she replied distractedly, while trying to adjust
to a feeling as if a baseball bat had just been shoved into her rear.
Ryoga raised his hand and brought it down hard in an echoing smack, making
the redhead yelp. A blazing handprint appeared on her ass.
"We both know that's not the way it happened," her rapist said sternly.
"You'd better admit the truth. Tell Akane that it was all your idea.
That you wanted me to fuck you, and talked me into it. That you loved every
second of it, just like you love what I'm doing to you now."
"But that's not ... yeeow!" Her voice cut off suddenly as her ass was
smacked again.
Ryoga said nothing, but his hand rested on Ranma's ass, threatening. Ranma
wised up and said, into the floor, "Yeah, that's what happened. I'm ... sorry
I lied. I was horny when he showed up, and I talked him into screwing me. I
liked it, too. But I was embarrassed about it, so I told you he raped me."
"There, you see, Akane?" the boy said triumphantly, thrusting a bit harder
into Ranma's asshole.
"I understand," the other girl replied demurely, not looking at him. Ryoga
merely grinned his acknowledgment of everything she hadn't said, and continued
plowing Ranma's back door.
Deciding that he wasn't keeping Akane sufficiently involved, Ryoga pointed
in front of Ranma and told her, "Sit there. Ranma, I want you to lick Akane's
pussy while I fuck you. If you make her come before I do, then I'll spank you
when I'm done. If I come first, then I'll spank her. And yeah, I know
I'm an evil bastard because that means one of you has to be spanked."
As Akane settled herself in front of her with legs spread wide, Ranma
realized she had no choice but to do her best to get Akane off. If someone had
to be spanked, she wanted it to be herself, not the girl she loved. Worse, she
realized intuitively that Akane would try to hold back, since she'd be wanting
her own self to be the one spanked instead of Ranma. Understanding the
uphill battle she faced, Ranma dove in, applying her tongue with every bit of
skill she could manage.
It took several seconds for the thick taste to register and remind Ranma
that Akane's pussy was filled with Ryoga's cum. She only hesitated for a
second, however, before diving right back in. After all, she had licked other
guys' cum off of Akane on multiple occasions, so it was hardly a new
experience. She put it out of her mind as best she could and focused on the
task at hand, getting the one she loved to climax so that Akane wouldn't be
the one to be spanked.
For her part, Akane was trying to think of anything other than the way
Ranma's tongue was running up and down her juicy folds and swirling around her
hard clit. The only problem was that her thoughts tended to turn in directions
which weren't helping her cause. When she thought of school, she remembered
being fucked in front of the science lab window. When she thought about the
morning fights at the beginning of the school year, her mind presented a
picture of the boys defeating her, pinning her down, and gang raping her in
front of the entire school. When she thought about shopping, she saw herself
doing so in an excessively tiny skirt without panties.
Ryoga was fucking in and out of Ranma's ass steadily now. Not too hard,
because the lubrication really wasn't all that good, making it rough going not
only for her but also for him. Though he was certainly enjoying it immensely.
Add to that the sight of Ranma's pigtailed head between Akane's thighs,
licking his spunk out of Akane's pussy, and Ryoga didn't think he was
going to last very long, third time or not. But he manfully tried to hold out
long enough for Akane to come first because, truth be told, he'd rather hold
the spanking over Ranma's head than Akane's.
Ranma could feel Akane grinding against her lips, legs squirming along her
cheeks. Not to mention the cute little whimpering noises Akane was making
somewhere up above. She redoubled her efforts, then attached herself directly
to Akane's clitoris, sucking on it while vibrating the tip of her tongue
against it. Akane went wild, bucking around and crying in strained gasps which
suggested she was trying desperately not to scream. Distantly, Ranma became
aware that Ryoga had slammed into her rear and was trembling, and she realized
that he was now coming as well.
The red-haired girl allowed a smile to touch her lips, feeling a sense of
supreme satisfaction. She'd done it! She'd gotten Akane off before the bastard
behind her. It also occurred to Ranma that she hadn't come herself, while both
of the others had enjoyed multiple orgasms. The young woman told herself
sternly that she was not disappointed. There was no way that she
wanted Ryoga giving her orgasms. She'd given one to Akane just now -
that was the important thing.
Ryoga pulled himself out almost painfully, his limp dick emerging with a
plop. He put a hand on Ranma's ass, pressing down to help himself stand ...
and almost fell over when Ranma couldn't hold herself up against the pressure
and collapsed belly first to the floor. Catching himself after an awkward
stumble, Ryoga headed over to the desk to get a tissue and wipe himself off.
He watched the other two start to pull themselves together. His sense of power
only grew as they both turned wary eyes upon him, wondering what might be
coming next.
"That'll be enough for tonight," he announced. "I'm too pooped to pop.
Besides, gotta save something for Christmas Day." He grinned at the hint of
dismay in their eyes. "I'm gonna go take a bath. Ranma, come down and join me
after you get cleaned up and dressed. Not to play - there's something I want
to discuss with you. Just you." Not bothering to explain further, he turned
and left the room.
"What do you think he wants now?" Akane asked wearily.
Ranma shrugged. "No idea. Probably he plans to give me that spanking. If
it's something else, guess I'll learn soon enough." She grabbed some tissues
and started cleaning off, wincing at the soreness in her ass. The mirror
Nabiki had hung on the closet door showed that her face and hair still looked
like a disaster, and she hoped nobody would see her before she got to the
bathing room and had a chance to clean it properly.

Ranma sighed in relief as she entered the changing room without being seen.
She'd jumped out the window and come in by the back door, a maneuver which had
seemingly paid off. She hadn't seen any chance of going unobserved if she'd
come down the stairs and then had to travel the entire length of the first
floor hall, past both the kitchen and family room.
The girl crossed quickly to the sink and washed her face thoroughly, then
did what she could with her hair. Looking in the mirror afterward, she was
still a bit of a sight, but at least no one now could guess at what had
happened. She debated changing back to a guy, but if Ryoga was really going to
spank her, she'd frankly rather take it as a girl than as a guy. Particularly
if she couldn't keep from crying. So taking a deep breath, she turned toward
the door, slid it open, and stepped into the bathing room.
Ryoga was relaxing in the furo, seeming entirely at peace with the world.
He gave Ranma a smirk, then patted the side of the tub. "Come over here and
sit down. I want to talk to you."
Not wanting to appear afraid, or give any more reason to piss the guy off,
Ranma did as she was asked. She sat down, ignoring the drops of water which
soaked into the seat of her pants, and folded her hands into her lap. She
turned an attentive expression on the boy in the tub.
"I want to talk to you about our curses," Ryoga said.
Ranma's eyes widened. This was not the topic of conversation she had
expected. "That's what you wanted to talk about?!"
"Yeah." Ryoga raised his eyebrows, then smiled. "Why? What were you
imagining?"
Ranma tried to look nonchalant. "Oh, nothing."
The boy facing her lowered his eyebrows and scowled. "You'd better learn
... always, always tell me the truth. Or else. You don't want Akane to suffer
any more than she has to, right? Now try again. What were you afraid I was
going to say?"
Ranma licked her lips. "I, uh, thought this might be about the spanking.
'Cause Akane came before you did."
Ryoga looked enlightened. Then he waved a hand. "Oh. That. No, not right
now. We can take care of it later. In fact, if you don't give me any trouble
with what I am gonna say, I just might give you a free pass on
that."
The pigtailed girl tried to look interested. After all, no matter what
sick, twisted and disgusting sexual act this creep might be about to ask of
her, he'd force her to do it regardless, so she might as well get out of the
spanking if she could. But then she remembered his statement that it was about
their curses. A look of considerable horror started forming on her face as she
thought about performing any sexual act between her cursed form and his
cursed form. Sex with a pig?! That was just gross! She opened her mouth
to tell him just what sort of hell he could take himself off to.
But Ryoga spoke first. "I understand you discovered a set of pressure
points to change the way your curse worked, so that it's only triggered by
extremely cold water. Not just ordinary water."
Ranma closed her mouth again. Her thought processes had jumped their tracks
entirely. She did the best she could at banishing the images which had entered
her head a moment ago, before forcefully realigning her thoughts to deal with
what the pig-boy had really said.
"Uh ... who told you that?" Ranma inquired, trying to think whether to deny
it.
Ryoga narrowed his eyes. "Doesn't matter. I know I'm right. Remember what I
said about lying to me. Believe me, lying about this would be a
big mistake."
Ranma winced. Yeah, that was pretty obvious, given the aura she was now
feeling from the guy. He was getting pretty pissed that she had even hesitated
to confirm it.
"Okay, yeah, it's true. What about it?"
"I want you to use those pressure points on me."
Ranma gaped. Then his own eyes narrowed. "Maybe. In exchange for a certain
small piece of paper."
Ryoga sighed and his expression darkened. His hand shot out and grabbed
Ranma around the neck. Standing, he lifted the girl entirely into the air. She
kicked her dangling feet uselessly, achieving nothing more than splashing some
hot water onto Ryoga. This did cause Ranma to change back to male, but he was
still held up in the air, slowly turning blue.
Ryoga hissed, "You seem to be under the impression that this is a
negotiation. It's not. You will do this, and the rest of our little game is
going to go on like before. If you don't, I will destroy that piece of
paper."
Ranma was thrashing and clawing at the hand, uselessly. Ryoga went on, in
that same hissing voice. "You might think that I wouldn't do that, and give up
the chance to continue screwing you and Akane, or to have this almost-cure for
my curse. You're wrong. I can live without screwing you and Akane. Up until a
few days ago I never imagined getting the chance. I can live without this
pressure point thing. I lived with the curse this long, and I can go on living
with it, even if I hate it. What you can't live with is never getting
this weakness cured. You and Akane getting screwed, and worse, by anyone who
wants to for the rest of your lives. And that's exactly what's gonna happen if
you don't give me what I want!"
He opened his hand. Ranma fell into the water, clutching at his throat,
choking and gasping. When he recovered enough to speak, he hoarsely exclaimed,
"You fucking asshole! You wouldn't do it. Maybe to me. But not to Akane. I
can't believe that."
Ryoga leaned down and whispered. "Are you really going to take that chance?
Knowing that I might do it and leave, and that there'll be nobody here to
control those other bastards? Knowing what'll happen when other people
eventually find out? They will, you know. Are you going to take that chance,
after the things I've shown you I'm willing to do?" Ryoga hoped he couldn't
take the chance, because he rather doubted he could go through with the
threat in Akane's case, not for this reason.
He needn't have worried. Ranma could picture the things Ryoga was saying
all to easily, and he wasn't sure that Ryoga wouldn't go through with
it. Ranma knew that he'd never be able to live with himself if he was wrong
and their cure was lost because he refused to help Ryoga with his curse. He
slumped in defeat, almost giving way to tears. Unable to speak, he nodded his
head slightly, up and down.
Ryoga sat down on the side of the tub and said, "I'm not a total
asshole. I know how hard it was for you to agree. So forget about the
spanking. And, hell, you and Akane can have Christmas Day off from all the
rest of the shit." His voice dropped, became cooler. "Though I trust I don't
have to tell you what I'll do if you try to get cute and slip any other
pressure points in there. Once I figured it out, I'd make you realize it was
the worst decision you ever made. So let's just keep this on the up and
up."
Ranma was still sunk in despair. He wanted to turn this around to his
advantage so badly! But he couldn't think how. The problem was, Ryoga just
didn't have enough to lose. While he himself had everything to lose. He
thought about applying some other pressure points to Ryoga anyway, but nothing
seemed safe. Very few things were permanent, and none of the ones which were
seemed to give him a strong enough bargaining position. The permanent things,
Ryoga could live with. The non-permanent things, by definition they'd wear
off. He seemed to be well and truly stuck. He could either do as he was asked,
or refuse, and he didn't dare refuse.
"Had enough time to think it over?" Ryoga asked. "Because sooner or later
Akane is going to wonder why we're spending so long in here. And we need to be
finished before she comes looking."
Ranma decided that he'd have to do it. He had no choice. But he still
didn't move to get up.
"Come on, Ranma," Ryoga urged. "Or do I have to make Akane spend
Christmas Day visiting every member of the gang and asking them to ream her
ass?"
Ranma managed to lift himself out of the water at that. Dripping, clothes
soaked, he shuffled closer to Ryoga, studying the naked boy's back. In a
hoarse whisper, he said, "Just give me a minute. I don't want to screw this
up."
Ryoga said nothing more. After a minute, he felt fingers pressing against
his back. A complex set of positions were touched, pressure was applied. He
could even sense some ki being infused. When the fingers were removed, Ranma
quietly said, "There." His voice sounded hollow.
Ryoga got up and walked over to the shower. Turning on the cold water, he
sprayed himself liberally. Nothing happened. Nothing other than getting wet.
He kept it up for a full two minutes, his smile getting broader and broader
with each passing second. Finally, he shut off the water, breathing deeply,
joyfully. He was filled with a sense of supreme well being.
But only for an instant. His face fell and he dropped to his knees in
horror. Oh God! What had he done to Akane?! He'd raped her! He wanted
to cut his throat. How could he ever stand in her presence again?!
Horror growing, he turned to face Ranma, not knowing how he could
apologize. There could be no apology. Not for the terrible things he'd done.
He looked at his old rival, kneeling again, slumped forward. The sight
triggered a memory. Ranma kneeling beside him. Urging him to fuck Akane. To
come in her. He licked his lips. He smiled, remembering how it had felt.
Standing up, Ryoga picked up his towel and started drying himself off.
"Good work," he declared. "Really good. Hell, I'll even say thanks. And you
and Akane can take tomorrow off. Enjoy your Christmas. I promise I'll keep my
hands off both of you. Merry Christmas." Spinning on his heel, he exited to
the changing room to get dressed.
Ranma just stayed there, kneeling in the water.

Later, after Ranma returned to his room, Akane slipped in from next door.
"So, what did he want?" Taking in the look on his face, she bit her lip and
then said, "That bad, huh?"
Ranma shook himself, then frowned in disgust. It wasn't that bad, he told
himself sternly. Okay, he hadn't managed to turn the situation to their
advantage. But improving Ryoga's curse wasn't going to make things any worse
for them, at least. Hell, he might even go a little easier on them. Maybe.
When pigs started flying. Ranma sighed.
Looking up at her, he forced his lips into a smile and told her, "Nah, it
wasn't that bad. The bastard just wanted to gloat. You know, lord it over me.
Like he won a contest or something. Try to make me feel like a loser." He
sighed again. "Fuck him."
Akane smiled. "No thanks." She walked up and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm hoping to do that with you. Tomorrow. You promised. Something about a
farm?"
Ranma returned her smile. "I ain't forgotten. We're gonna do some training,
including running all the way there. So you'd best get a good night's
sleep."
She pouted. "Does that mean I can't stay here with you tonight?"
Her fiance pushed her back, holding her by the shoulders. "Don't tempt me,
damn it. Our fathers would be bound to find out. Not to mention the
slimeball." He pursed his lips. "Though he did say he'd leave us alone
tomorrow. Don't know whether I trust him on that. It'd probably be best if we
still sneak out, don't take chances."
"Whatever you say," she replied, feeling better now that they were alone.
Akane looked around. "Mind if I stay in here with you until bedtime? Just
reading or something. I ... feel uneasy at the idea of being alone in my room.
You know, with him in the house."
"Yeah, sure," Ranma told her, smiling and feeling better about it himself.
"I'd definitely rather have you right here where I can keep my eyes on
you."

Christmas morning dawned crisp and clear, if rather chilly. Everyone
gathered for an early breakfast, still wearing their pajamas. Even Kasumi was
still wearing a long nightgown. After breakfast ended, and the table had been
cleared, it was time to open the presents.
Soun presented Kasumi with a package, which she slowly opened. "A new rice
cooker," she announced, looking at the box within. "How ... thoughtful,
father."
Genma's gift to her turned out to be a ladle, earning him a rather strange
look. Ranma and Akane had chipped in together to get Kasumi a book on
psychology, which Tofu had recommended.
The fathers each received a new gi from Kasumi, handmade. Akane gave her
father a scarf she had knitted herself, although he had to ask for
identification to learn what it was. She gave Genma a new pair of house
slippers. Ranma gave Akane's father a carton of cigarettes. To his own father
he presented a free pass to the Tokyo zoo.
Soun gave his daughter Akane a long, wrapped bundle, which proved to be a
new shinai. He had noticed her old one had become rather worn since the
Saotomes moved in. When Ranma tore the wrapping off his own gift from Soun, he
found a book. Opening it to a random page, he immediately slammed it shut
again.
"What is it?" Akane asked.
"A copy of the Kama Sutra," her father replied with a wink. The two engaged
teens both blushed deeply, while Ryoga guffawed.
Genma handed each of Ranma and Akane new pairs of chopsticks.
Akane shyly gave her present to Ranma, which when opened revealed a box of
Christmas chocolates. Thankfully purchased from a store rather than homemade.
He immediately resolved to hide them carefully from his old man.
Ranma then held out his own gift to Akane. She opened it to find a box
marked with the sign of a local jewelry store. Akane frowned at the boy beside
her for daring to tease her by using such a box for whatever gift he had
chosen to get. However, she gasped quietly on opening it, discovering inside a
necklace which was obviously bought at the store in question. Silently
apologizing to him, she slowly lifted it out, admiring the thin silver chain,
and enameled yin yang symbol dangling at the center.
With a wide smile, she held the chain out to Ranma and quietly asked,
"Would you put it on me?"
Nodding but not saying anything, Ranma took the chain in his hand. Kneeling
behind Akane, he watched as she bent her head slightly forward. He studiously
ignored the huge grins on their fathers' faces. Putting the necklace around
Akane's neck, he fastened it carefully in back, then let it settle in place.
As he knelt back down beside her, she turned around to reward him with another
huge smile.
"Now it's time for my presents," Ryoga announced.
"But, er, we didn't get you anything," Soun told the boy in sudden
embarrassment.
Ryoga stood up, waving this off. "I didn't expect you to. Don't worry about
it. Letting me live here is enough. I'll be right back with my gifts for all
of you." With that he left the room.
"What a sweet boy," Kasumi remarked with a smile. Ranma and Akane exchanged
identical grimaces.
Ryoga was back a moment later carrying several boxes. He handed each of the
fathers similar tall packages, which proved on opening to contain expensive
bottles of sake. Both men thanked the boy profusely. The rather large box
Kasumi opened held a brand new winter coat, which she greatly admired, and for
which she expressed her thanks to Ryoga repeatedly.
When he handed a pair of fairly flat boxes to each of Akane and Ranma,
Ryoga said, "This is a little something for after your wedding." The statement
caused the other two teens to stammer, asking what wedding he was talking
about. The fathers looked on with grins just as big as when Ranma put the
necklace on Akane.
When they opened the boxes and pulled out the contents, they found
themselves holding two very sheer, matching negligees. One in dark blue for
Akane, and the other in scarlet for Ranma. On realizing what they held, they
both immediately tried to stuff them back into the boxes, far too late. Ryoga
smirked and declared, "Like I said, for after the wedding. The wedding night,
to be specific."
Kasumi, who was blushing herself, responded, "I think Akane would prefer
for Ranma to be a boy that night."
Akane's own shade of red doubled in intensity on hearing her older sister
say this.
The pair of them finally managed to get the garments wadded back up in the
boxes, with the lids more or less smashed down into place. They shoved them
out of sight under the table.
Soun cleared his throat before asking his children, "So what are your plans
for today?"
Kasumi, her blush having faded, smiled brightly as her cheeks became
slightly rosy once more. "I'm going to visit Tofu-sensei to take him his
gift." She offered no suggestion as to the nature of the gift.
Ranma, giving Ryoga a meaningful look, announced, "Akane and I were
thinking of taking a long walk. Look at the Christmas decorations around town.
Get out of the house for a while."
Ryoga shrugged, showing no concern. "If anyone's interested, I'm just
planning to lie around today. Take it easy. Read a book. Maybe watch some TV.
I've done enough walking around to last me a lifetime."
The two men at the table nodded knowingly. After a few more minutes of
admiring presents, and exchanging gratitude, the group split up and went their
separate ways. Ranma and Akane went to their rooms to dress and get ready.
Half an hour later the two were running down the road, away from their home,
as fast as their feet would carry them.

"It's kind of weird to spar like this," Akane was saying, "and not even be
able to hit the other person hard enough to budge him." She swung a roundhouse
kick, which came to an immediate soft stop on encountering his interposed
forearm.
"Tell me about it," Ranma replied. "On the other hand, we might be the only
people each of us could spar with right now. With anyone else, just having 'em
block one of our blows would probably knock us off our feet." He went for a
leg sweep, which Akane failed to evade, but which also was unable to shift her
legs out from under her.
The young woman took in the view around her as she circled her opponent,
seeking an opening. "You know, I knew there was a farm or two left in Nerima.
But it still seems unlikely when you think of what most of the city looks
like. Not that the surroundings exactly evoke the wilderness," she added,
glancing at a group of buildings beyond the field she faced. She ducked and
threw a counter, missing her target as well.
"Oh, I've seen a wilderness or two in my time," Ranma said in response,
just a touch patronizingly. "Nerima definitely doesn't count. Pretty much the
opposite. But when you collect as many challenges as I do, you get to know
where the open spaces are."
"I've seen a few spots of wilderness myself, baka," Akane told him acidly,
before smiling as she scored a glancing blow on his shoulder. "You ought to
know, seeing as you were there with me for most of them. Don't you remember
that time when Ryoga learned the breaking point?"
"I'd rather not think about him, if you don't mind," was his terse reply.
He grabbed her wrist as if for a throw.
Akane yanked back, but her heel tripped over a rut in the dirt. Not letting
go, Ranma stumbled with her, twisting in the air so as to strike the cold,
hard ground first. Akane landed on top of him, their bodies stretched out full
length along one another.
The young woman smiled down at him. "Moving on to the next part of the
program, are we?" she asked coyly.
Ranma felt a surge of heat through his body, which contrasted sharply with
the frozen soil beneath his back. This was accompanied by a definite
stiffening where he was pressed against her lower belly, an event she could
not fail to notice. Which was proven a moment later when her smile broadened,
and she remarked, "Feels to me like you're ready." A heartbeat's pause
and she added, her eyelids dropping slightly, "I think I am, too."
"This ain't exactly the most comfortable spot," he replied. "Not to mention
it's pretty chilly."
She smirked. "I believe I was promised a greenhouse. That is what that
building over there is, isn't it?" Akane nodded toward it with her chin.
"Uh, yeah. C'mon." Ranma got up awkwardly, holding her hand. Together they
walked toward the building with its transparent walls and roof. Ranma released
her hand, fiddled with the lock on the door for a minute, then held it open
for Akane to precede him. He shut the door behind them, and they made their
way toward the center, surrounded on all sides by bins and tables filled with
plants.
Akane turned in a slow circle. "Wow! It really is warm in here." She
pulled off her coat and lay it on the cement floor, planning to use it for
padding.
Ranma's fingers brushed her cheek, causing Akane's eyes to flutter closed
as her face leaned into the touch. "I could've wished for someplace nicer for
our first time," he said.
"Believe me, it's worlds better than a classroom floor with a bunch of
monsters," she responded bleakly.
"Hush now. No thinking of that," he said, removing his own coat and laying
it down with hers.
Ranma wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Their lips parted and
their tongues danced. Their bodies swayed back and forth as their breathing
quickened. Ranma backed into a table, unintentionally shoving it several
centimeters. The table slammed into a rust streaked pole, breaking the
corroded bolts at the bottom and pushing it aside. At its other end, where the
pole was attached to the roof, a glass panel broke. A gallon of water which
had collected on top of the panel, nicely chilled by the winter air, fell.
With unerring aim, the water struck the top of Ranma's head.
The aforementioned head, its red hair now dripping wet, leaned back to
glare accusingly at the hole in the ceiling. Her eyes tracked the pole down to
the floor, and thence to the table against which her butt was still pressed.
Her shoulders slumped. She could only manage to mutter a feeble, "Oh ...
damn."
Akane asked hopelessly, "Do you have any hot water?" She looked around
blankly, as if hoping a bathtub might pop up out of nowhere, with a handy hot
water faucet.
Ranma just shook her head from side to side, choosing not to speak. For
fear of howling.
"Do you, um, want to spar some more?" Akane asked.
Ranma shook her head again.
"We could, you know, do it like this," Akane suggested. "We have
before."
Ranma sighed and reached down, picking up the two coats. She handed Akane
hers, then slipped her arms into the sleeves of the other. "C'mon, let's go.
Mood's sorta been ruined."
Akane bit her lip, but put on her coat, accompanying the other girl
outside. They made their way over the fields and took to the sidewalks, aiming
more or less in the direction of home.
"I'm sorry," Ranma said, sounding broken. "I'm really beginning to wonder
if we'll ever be able ... to. Seems like Fate has other ideas."
Akane did not respond, being rather troubled herself. Not only had she
rather counted on finally consummating their relationship today, leaving her
badly disappointed, but she didn't like the note of despair in Ranma's voice.
She looked around unhappily, trying to think of some solution, knowing that
once they reached home it would be too late, as they couldn't risk trying to
have sex right there under Ryoga's nose. A love hotel a couple of blocks down
a side street caught her eye and made her lick her lips for a few seconds, but
then she shook her head. Neither of them could afford that, or any other kind
of hotel.
They passed the obvious answer before she realized they'd done so. Akane
jerked to a stop, yanking back on Ranma's hand, causing her to turn with a
stumble, grunting, "What ...?" Akane merely pulled, leading her back in the
direction they'd just come.
"Where're we going?" Ranma demanded, but the question was no sooner out
then Akane came to a stop in front of a door. Ranma looked up, realizing with
surprise that they were standing in front of the closed Ucchan's restaurant.
At first puzzled, the light slowly dawned, and a grin spread on her face.
"Come on!" she said, pulling in turn, and leading the way around the block to
the alley in back. In less than two minutes they were inside, closing the back
door behind them.
"Go on upstairs and start getting ready," Ranma suggested. "I'm just gonna
heat some water for myself first."
It took a little while for the pot of water to heat up, but the teenage
girl standing in front of the range was delighted nonetheless. Not to mention
thankful that Ukyo had left the gas and electricity on, even if she had turned
off the hot water heater before leaving. When the pot was finally hot enough,
Ranma poured it over her head, rubbed himself down quickly with a handy towel,
and bounded up the stairs three at a time.
He stopped at the door of the tiny bedroom with a gasp. Akane was as naked
as the day she was born, except for the necklace around her neck, the one he
had given her that morning. She lay there on the futon, stretching herself in
a most delightful fashion, inciting incredibly lewd thoughts in the boy.
Bringing her arms back down from over her head, she smiled up at him and
asked, "Join me?"
"Hell yeah!" was his answer, as his clothes scattered around the room in
five seconds flat. He slammed down onto the futon beside her, seized her in
his arms, and fastened his lips onto hers as if he intended to keep them
sealed there forever.
When Akane finally managed to break the kiss, she said with a laugh, "Slow
down! There's no rush. Or are you eager to get back home?"
"Are you nuts?" He laughed himself. "Okay. I can do slow. I think." He
stroked his fingers along the small of her back, while trying for a gentler
kiss.
"Mmmmm," was the only response that Akane gave, for some time afterward.
Ranma wasn't saying much himself, come to that, although he did let out a loud
gasping groan when she wrapped her hand around his stiff rod and began slowly
stroking it up and down.
Akane rolled Ranma over onto his back, lying on top of him, her legs out to
either side. At no point in the process did she release her hold on his prick.
She slid the tip up and down along the length of her slippery opening, while
continuing to kiss the boy beneath her. Then she pulled back, looked him deep
in the eyes, and pushed herself down upon him. Groans emerged from both of
their throats as he slid to his full length within her, stretching her open
wide.
"Oh God, I've wanted this for so long!" Akane told him, riding back and
forth upon his cock.
"Me too," Ranma grunted back, rocking his hips in time with her motion, a
little frustrated at not being able to move more. He relieved his frustration
by toying with her nipples, much to Akane's delight.
As the ecstatic motion stretched on into minutes, Akane couldn't help but
mention, "I notice you seem to have gained a little more control."
Ranma turned his head to the side, embarrassed. "I guess," he muttered.
After another few seconds, he added with a growl, "I've been having a lot of
sex lately, even if it wasn't as a guy." Then he sighed. "Sorry. Didn't mean
to bring that up."
Akane leaned her face down and kissed him on the nose. "Shhh. Don't think
about that. Just think about how good it feels, down where you're inside of
me."
Ranma nodded, his facial muscles relaxing. "Oh yeah. Believe me, that feels
absolutely great!"
"Well just remember that once we get out of the jam we're in, we'll be able
to do this pretty much anytime we want!"
Ranma was breathing harder. "What? Even when the old men are around?"
"Yep!" she answered. "Remember, they want us to get married. So if
they object, we'll just give them the finger and tell them they'd better get
used to it. In fact, once there aren't any awkward problems we can't explain
to them, you're moving into my room with me!"
"Sounds ... ah, good t'me!" he exclaimed with a shudder. Trying hard not to
explode, Ranma began pumping up and down vigorously.
"Ohhhh!" Akane wailed. She arched her spine, throwing her head back to look
up at the ceiling. Her channel clamped down on Ranma's cock, milking it as he
climaxed in turn, pumping out his cream until it filled her to overflowing.
Several seconds later both of them collapsed, Akane stretched out on top of
Ranma, his shaft slowly deflating until it slid out of her with a plop.
Ranma languidly raised an arm into the air, and pumped his fist slowly up
and down. "We did it," he quietly cheered.
"Yeah," she replied, lifting herself up on her arms, then moving down his
body. "Now let's see if we can't do it again." Before he could process her
intentions, Akane took his cock into her mouth and sealed her lips around it.
Ranma's head flopped back with a pleased moan.
It wasn't long before Ranma was ready to go again, and this time Akane let
him do the riding on top, while she spread herself beneath him. A little time
passed after that round, then they were at it again, with Akane on her hands
and knees, and Ranma kneeling behind her, his hard abdomen slapping against
her ass as he fucked her vigorously. The young man literally howled after that
one, as he filled his fiancee for a third time.
Ranma lay on the futon, arm draped across his eyes, wondering if he was
still capable of motion and not really caring if the answer was no. Akane,
meantime, was wandering aimlessly around the apartment, peeking into corners
while trying to work a few kinks out of her muscles. She pulled open a couple
of drawers of a dresser, idly inspecting a few garments the okonomiyaki chef
left behind, when her eyes fell upon something surprising at the back of one
drawer. Slowly she pulled it out for inspection.
Part of it she could understand readily enough. The part formed of plastic
or some similar substance, shaped rather like that bit of Ranma which had just
been giving her so much pleasure, aroused a degree of interest. The interest
was more curiosity than anything else, since there was something better
waiting on the futon behind her. Assuming he could get it hard again. But what
puzzled her about the thing, at least at first, were the straps attached to
it.
Her confusion didn't last long. Bits of conversation with female friends,
often accompanied by embarrassed giggling, drifted through Akane's head. Her
eyes widened and she stared at the thing in something like shock. Why in the
world would Ukyo own something like this?
"Hey, 'Kane, whatcha got there?" Ranma asked in a slurred voice.
Akane clutched it tighter to herself, swallowing. She didn't answer. Her
mind called up a picture of Ukyo, the object strapped around her hips and
sticking out in front. But who ...? Akane gasped lightly, suddenly picturing a
pigtailed girl, her legs slowly spreading. Not something which had happened,
she was quite certain. However, it was possibly something Ukyo might have in
mind, for the future.
Not if I can help it, Akane thought to herself grimly.
"Something you wanna share?" Ranma asked innocently.
Akane's face flamed, picturing the two of them sharing this. She should
just put the thing back, close the drawer, forget about its existence. The
image of using it presented itself again, more strongly. Akane bit her lip,
let out a small moan, pressed her thighs together.
"You okay?" Ranma asked.
Akane looked down. Without turning around, she asked quietly, "Ranma? Would
you be willing to try something? An ... experiment?"
"What kind of an experiment?" He sounded baffled.
"It's just ... I've been getting cock... er, penises, shoved inside me for
some time now. And while yours is wonderful," she hastened to add, "I'm kind
of curious what it would feel like to, um, be on the `other end' for once."
"Huh? What you talking 'bout?" Thinking about his own ability to take the
role of either gender, he said, "You don't have a Jusenkyo curse."
"No, but Ukyo has this." Akane turned around nervously holding it out for
inspection.
"What's that?" Ranma asked, still baffled.
Akane's face had grown quite red. "A girl wears it, down here." She lowered
the item until its base was pressed against her groin. "The straps hold it in
place. Then she, um, does it. With another girl."
Ranma's eyes widened, as the picture finally came clear. Or so he thought.
"Oh. Okay. That's, um ... Okay. But ... you're the only girl here."
The tip of Akane's tongue came out and licked her lip. "I may not have a
Jusenkyo curse. But you do."
Ranma's eyes grew even wider, impossible though that seemed. "Oh!
Oh! But ... but ... you mean you wanna ...? With me? With that? You're
kidding, right?"
Akane shook her head. "Please?" she begged, her eyes growing doe-like.
Ranma shut his eyes quickly, but not quickly enough. He'd seen the longing
in her face, and it was working on him, despite his initial impulse to refuse.
A traitorous part of his brain even suggested it might be good for him. Her.
If she went through with it, it would be the first time she'd have had sex, of
the sort where something got stuck in her down there, where she actually cared
for the person doing it. Still ... he opened his eyes to try to reason with
Akane. Only to find that she was still giving him that look. His resolve
crumbled.
"Yeah. I guess. If you really want it."
She walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before hugging him
tightly. "Thanks. I really, really, really appreciate this."
"Yeah, whatever." He sighed. "Guess I'd better go ... find some water."
A minute later Ranma returned to the bedroom, a cute and buxom - and very
naked - redhead. She gave Akane a nervous smile as she walked over to the
futon, a smile which grew more nervous as she took in the alien device now
attached to the other girl. "How do you want to do this?" she inquired.
"Well ... I think I'd rather be on top, if you don't mind," Akane
suggested. "Facing each other, for preference."
Ranma nodded and lay down on her back, allowing her legs to open. Giving
her lover a winsome smile, she offered, "Come and get it."
Akane lowered herself between Ranma's thighs, but instead of immediately
plunging in, it was her head which approached the red-furred delta. Ranma
"mmmm'ed" and squirmed as Akane's tongue dragged along her sensitive slit,
flicking against her clit at the end. As that tongue continued to work its
magic, Ranma lost herself to the sensations, her pussy growing increasingly
moist, until her hips began to buck up and down wildly.
"I think you're ready," Akane said, lifting her damp face up with a
smile.
"And how," Ranma replied dreamily, almost having forgotten what was coming
next.
Akane licked her way up the redhead's body, paying particular attention to
the hard points of her nipples. At last their mouths met in a kiss, and Ranma
felt the hard latex press against her. Aroused enough to be past much of her
worry, and realizing that Akane might not be able to manage this part very
easily, Ranma decided to reach down and position the tip at her opening.
Akane pressed forward. Ranma felt herself being spread. It was like, and
yet unlike, being fucked by a guy. On the one hand, she could admit, at least
on a physical level, that it didn't feel quite as good as the real thing. On
the other hand, it was infinitely better, because this was Akane, the person
she loved, and not some bastard of a guy. Ranma groaned loudly as she was
slowly filled from beginning to end.
"How is it?" Akane asked, hoping this wouldn't turn out to be something
upsetting for Ranma.
"Good," the girl under her whispered, much to Akane's relief. "Because it's
you."
Akane smiled happily before pulling back slowly, then pressing forward
again. She noted how the device applied pressure to her own clitoris, and her
own excitement mounted. She leaned down, and whispered in the other girl's
ear, "I'm fucking you, Ranma."
"Mmm, you sure are," was Ranma's response. "In fact ... fuck me
harder."
Part of Akane wanted to tease Ranma, to make her beg. But she decided that
might spoil this first time. Later, if they had a chance, they could try some
games. For now, Akane fucked harder. "How's that?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. Just like that," the girl on the bottom panted, thrusting her ass
up to meet the strokes. "Oh God. Yes. I ... I ... don't think I'm gonna last
long."
Akane kissed her. "Don't try. Give in to it." She plowed Ranma's furrow
firmly, letting her own arousal grow, pleased that Ranma was getting into it.
A minute later her heart nearly burst in victory as her love cried out beneath
her, legs spasming. Akane continued to fuck herself in and out as Ranma went
limp. A minute later Akane threw her head back and moaned as her own orgasm
struck. It wasn't as intense as many she had experienced recently, but it was
peculiarly satisfying nonetheless.
"So, something we should repeat in future?" Akane suggested lazily, not yet
pulling out.
"Mmm," Ranma replied, still enjoying the feeling of being stretched. "I
suppose. Not too often. But ... yeah. We can do it again."
Akane looked around herself and giggled. "You know, I bet Ukyo would be
pretty pissed if she knew what was going on here, right now."

Up in the mountains, a figure with a giant spatula on its back turned cold
eyes in the direction of Tokyo. "Okay Ranchan, I get the picture. You don't
want to be found. Not yet. Fine. I've got business back in Nerima anyway. It's
time to teach a certain bitch a lesson about what happens to someone who
steals another girl's man."

Note from H. Saotome, 2010-06-18: Sorry for taking two and a half
months on this chapter. Just keep telling yourself, it could be worse.
(Believe me, it could.)
I've created a blog where I intend to post occasional updates on how I am
doing with my writing, to respond publicly to reviews, and to allow people to
anonymously (or not so anonymously) comment or ask questions. The address
is
http://hsaotome.blogspot.com/
At the same time, I need to mention an unfortunate bug I've noticed. If
your browser is set not to accept third party cookies, you may not be able to
post comments in this blog (although you should try before assuming you can't,
and maybe even turn the cookies on temporarily if you're willing).
For those who were wondering what Ryoga had in mind for Ranma - as you now
see, it wasn't about sex at all. He was planning to force Ranma to give him
the partial cure to the Jusenkyo curse.
Note, 2010-06-20: As pointed out to me by Scorpinac in a review,
water sitting in a pan in a greenhouse should not be ice cold, and should
therefore not change Ranma into a girl. I have therefore modified the chapter
to provide a credible source of ice water to transform him. (At least,
credible by Ranma universe standards.)
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