One Half

---Juuban High School, noon--- ---Disclaimer--- We don’t own none of this, ya hear!? Even the ideas kinda stolen from Chi, how’s that? ---Authors’ Notes--- Suekeiichi Kaiton This wasn’t originally supposed to be a lemon, it was originally lime but I guess most people construe the first draft to be lemony. Oh well, nothing I can do about that. The original concept was only Ranma as a male prostitute in China and how it would effect his life, kind of an Altaverse thing, I don’t know how it turned into a Sailor Moon crossover. Well, now that I got the ball rolling, may as well play out the rest of the story — this will probably degenerate into mindless sex now that the label has been applied with help from Eric. Except this to become a lot like a lemon version of Chi’s ‘1/2 A Neko Moon’ only without the catgirls. If Eric and I really get rolling this could become a megacrossover. On a lesser note: Ranma is five years older in his fic to make it more plausible (i.e. Ranma-21, Kasumi-18). Eric Freedman Damn second billing! Anyway, I’m kinda getting sick of writing these Sailor Moon lemons where Ranma does nothing but boff every senshi repeatedly, but hey, that’s just the way Kaiton writes. He agreed to let me write a yaoi section this time, some change of pace I guess. Getting on with it this here’s a big fat lemon in every sense of the word. Read it and weep mortals! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ah, aha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Burn in the fires of lemony goodness!!!!! (Kaiton sweatdrops) ---Title--- 1/2 Moon: Chapter 3 A Sailor Moon-Ranma 1/2 lemon in parts of 25 pages By Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction) And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout) ---Juuban High School, noon--- Usagi and Naru were chatting about the latest Daemon attack when Minako and Makoto met them on the green grass. Ami was sitting under the shade of a tree about three yards away, typing speedily on her Mercury computer, no doubt analyzing the daemon's energy from last night. "…So then Sailor Moon jumped right into the smoke and rescued me!" Naru finished her story with a dramatic wave of her arms and giggled as Usagi told her how jealous she was, after all who wouldn't be? She was rescued by the Sailor Senshi! Makoto sat down next to Minako and handed her extra bento to Usagi, not even looking as the blonde future ruler of the Solar System ripped it from her hand and voraciously ripped the cardboard to pieces. "I'm surprised you didn't mention my boyfriend all day long, Mina-chan, I'd have thought you'd be begging to know if he had a brother." The long-haired senshi of Venus looked up, as if startled out of deep thoughts. "Uh…yeah! Does he?" She already knew the answer. "Nope!" Makoto smiled in victory, this time she didn't have to fight with anyone over his affections, this time it was only her. "Damn." Minako made a show of pouting but it was hardly believable, it was a good thing the rest of them weren't paying attention to her or else they wouldn't have been fooled. She felt really guilty because as she sat with her friends at lunch she could still feel Ranma's warmth between her legs. She really felt sorry for Makoto, she had to come up with some way to pay her back…if she could only think! Away from the teasing and taunting of her friends, Ami was searching cyberspace for any records of Ranma Saotome, her one true love. Usually when Usagi began spouting bad poetry and talking about fate, Ami would shut her out, never before had she put stock in Fate. Now she believed because with one look in those crystalline eyes had taken her breath away, she knew they were meant for each other now if she could only find his personal data… Usagi nodded appropriately at Naru as her red-haired friend spoke, but wasn't really listening as she gushed about how cool Sailor Moon was, the act had worn pretty thin over the years. No, her mind was occupied more on whether Motoki had a 'special' kind of relationship with Mamoru; the kind where various parts of the other went into orifices normally unseen. Of course she wasn't going to admit to herself how horny that made her feel, thinking of two handsome men greased with each other's fluids. Writhing around on her satin sheets as she whipped them for being bad…but wait! Who was that raven-haired man with the massive tool? Naru knew that far off look in Usagi's eyes and realized her friend was off in Never-never land. A poke on the shoulder to break her from her day-dream only brought a sharp exclamation of 'Call me Queen!' and a lot of devilish laughter. Naru and the Sailor Senshi sweatdropped and moved a few paces away to join Ami until Usagi's dream was over. ---Nerima, noon--- Ranma unlocked the clinic and walked inside, just wanting to sit down and relax for a little while, if days were going to be like this maybe he could get Furinkan to pay his bills. Then again, if he _was_ ever strapped for cash he could always call the Empress, or her daughter, or the Chinese President's wife…or daughter…or mistress. No, Ranma didn't feel like getting all involved with politics again. He shuddered at the idea of that weird woman with the Triad coming after him again. He walked upstairs to the living quarters and put the kettle on for tea, warming his hands on the hotplate. The place was cozy he supposed, but he liked his penthouse; now if he could just get someone to rent it out to his problems would be solved. He plugged in the kotatsu and draped the quilt over; the clinic did get cold even if it was a bright sunny day. The good doctor was kind enough to leave Ranma a set of tea things which he rinsed with water and set out using a fragrant tea the Chinese Amazons used to calm the nerves. They were especially fond of the blend because it was easy to gather the ingredients and only steeped for two minutes. With a warm cup of tea in his hand, the pot and another cup in the other, he walked downstairs and opened the clinic doors, setting the tray down on his reception desk. He was sure he still had the box of sweets Makoto brought Sunday but gave up his search as a tall shadow entered the building. From his position on the other side of the wall he couldn't see the woman's face… "Excuse me? Is anyone here?" Ranma set his cup down and straightened his gi, he wanted to make a good impression on his first patient. "Yes, how can I help you?" Kasumi turned to the voice and met the eyes of a taller man in his early twenties. She was dressed in her traditional skirt and yellow sweater, still wearing her frilly white apron as her fingers curled around the spine of a medical journal. A woven wicker basket dangled from the crook of her arm. "Oh my! I was just expecting Dr. Tofu, do you know if he is in?" "I'm sorry to tell you, Miss, but Tofu-san left yesterday for America." "Oh but I still have his book! I wanted to return it before he left!" Kasumi brought her hands to her face, looking at the rearranged office with its alien feel. "Will he be coming back?" "I don't think so, he left me in charge of his practice." She followed Ranma into the reception area and sat on one of the new chairs, the soft leather giving under her gentle weight and setting her shopping aside for a moment. The man was very handsome she reasoned and it was so nice of him to offer her tea. She gratefully accepted the cup and inhaled the medicinal aroma. "This tea smells so…exotic." She brought the ceramic lip to hers and felt the liquid sear across her tongue. "This is very tasty, mister…?" "Ranma Saotome at your service, miss…?" "Tendo, Kasumi Tendo. Very nice to meet you Ranma-san." He took the liberty of refilling her cup. "Whatever made Dr. Tofu leave? Did he say anything?" He shook his head. "No, he just told me that he was accepting a position in America. I unfortunately did not know Tofu-san until Saturday." "Oh my…" Kasumi wondered how to ask the kind new doctor…after all one didn't just blurt out a question like that! "Is something the matter, Kasumi-san?" Ranma cocked his head to the right and folded his arms over his chest, the girl was obviously worried about something. "Well, Ranma-san, doctor Tofu and I…" "Yes?" He leaned forward. "Doctor Tofu and I used to…used to…" She was fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Oh she wanted to just tell him…then maybe he could do something to help her… "Used to…?" He was eagerly anticipating this, to think that the good doctor left such a fox behind if they had an 'arrangement'. "Used to what to you…?" A little trail of drool slipped past his lips. "…Doctor Tofu used to give us a family discount." She blushed and looked away, embarrassed to have told a stranger about her family's poor finances. Ranma slipped off the edge of the desk and implanted his face two inches in the linoleum floor. [Hheh.heh. Should've known Tofu-san wouldn't have taken advantage of such a nice girl.] Ranma rose from the lime green antiseptic tiles and sat down gingerly, watching as Kasumi's head moved about. She was whispering admonishments to herself. [That doesn't necessary mean that _I_ won't, though…] "More tea, Miss Tendo?" His voice seemed to jar her from any more thoughts as she looked up at him with a crimson band of blood-engorged tissue under her eyes. "Yes please." She held her cup out with both hands as he poured and thanked him profusely as he moved around to sit behind the reception desk. "Do you," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, "Do you think you can do anything for me?" "I can think of a few things…" Ranma replied dryly. His gray-blue orbs traveled up her luscious long legs up to her long prim skirt and gold baggy sweater. The sweater hid her generous chest, he noticed, sure that Kasumi was in possession of the most sought after of female forms. The hourglass figure. If her plump behind was any indication than her breasts would be something special he'd have to savor. The predator licked his lips. "Why don't you stop by tomorrow and I'll see what 'cums' up." She smiled brilliantly, unaware of his pun even though he put more than enough emphases on it, and stood up. "Oh my! I forgot all about the shopping! I really must be going." He stood as well and walked her to the door, his palm on the small of her back. "I'll stop by tomorrow around noon again." The empty shopping basket was back in her hands. "I'd like that." Ranma flashed her a wicked grin, lust and hunger in his eyes, but if she noticed it then she gave no indication. "We'll talk about terms." "I'm sure there are certain things n don do for a man like you, you are single aren't you?" Ranma interpreted her assessing gaze as one of mutual attraction. "Why yes I am." He stepped closer to her until she was forced to look up at his face. Ranma could smell the comforting smells of domesticity, soap and fabric softener, herbs and spices. "Why? Do you think you could fit me in someplace? I seem to be having some problems…down there…" He paused as she moved away from him and out into the afternoon sun. She was smiling brightly. "Why I'm sure you are! You obviously haven't been eating properly, I'm sure I can help you." Ranma pried his face from the sidewalk, regarding her with a pained look. "How?" "By bringing you lunch of course!" She didn't notice as Ranma facefaulted for the third time and rose shakily to his feet, spitting asphalt and wiping his mouth. "And perhaps some breakfast if you're here in the morning, and our home is always open to you for dinner." Smiling again and waving at her new friend, Kasumi trotted off towards the square. [Such a nice man…] Ranma simply shook his head and stepped back inside for more tea. ---Meanwhile in China--- "Visitor for you, Japanese-thieving scum!" The guard stepped back and shoved the fat inmate into the cramped cubicle. The disheveled man bashed his bald skull against the stained opaque Plexiglass and pushed his glasses up with the wrists of his bound hands. No sooner had he sat then the guard left, cursing in mandarin at the obese mound of fat. "Wh-who are you…what do you want?" The grimy man asked through the glass, shifting uncomfortably on the stool. "Genma! Genma my dear what happened to you?" Nodoka Saotome pressed her face against the barrier to get a better view of her estranged partner. "And where's Ranma? It's been fifteen years, what have you been doing!?" Her red hair began spilling from the bun tightly bound in the back. "Where is our son?" "Ranma's gone, he wandered off somewhere, Nodoka you have to get me out of here! Quickly, call the Japanese Embassy, get me a lawyer, anything!" Genma bashed his considerable bulk against the glass and screamed like a girl as the guard returned and beat him with his truncheon. "Nodoka they beat me in here, they make me do things in the show- well they do things to me!" She probably wouldn't consider _that_ manly… "And they don't feed me three times a day!" &odokodoka's eyebrow twitched as Genma hollered like a woman as the guard kicked him in the crotch. "Nodoka! Help me! I'm your husband! Get them off me, get them off me!!!!!" "Shut up Japanese fat ass! If you no calm down I have you 'bounce-bounce' with cell block again!" Genma's protests stopped and he stopped struggling. "Good, now get in cell like good boy, yes?" <Shall I have the extra large shower room prepared, sir?> The guard on Nodoka's side of the glass asked in Chinese. <Yes, this trash needs to learn his lesson, maybe he'll beg us again!> Nodoka's eye twitched again, the twitch descending to her hand. Unfortunately for Genma, Nodoka learned Chinese in the fifteen years he'd been gone. <He begged you to do it again?> She asked, already knowing the answer. Genma always did like anal sex… The guard laughed. <The only reason the bastard's keeping quiet's because he doesn't want the biggest inmate in his ass! He couldn't sit down for months after last time, let alone get some from his cellmate!> He laughed again remembering the fat Japanese fool's cries. He didn't notice Nodoka whip her katana from nowhere, scream out something about 'manliness' in Japanese and lunge through the barrier at the prisoner. "DIE GENMA!!!!!" The sword slashed through the Plexiglass like paper and cut the elder Saotome's handcuffs, leaving him free to waer oer off and open the door before running out like a loon. As he flew past the guards and cells he only kept repeating one phrase: "Nodoka I can explain!" The inmates whistled in appreciation as a curvaceous Japanese woman ran after him in a kimono, brandishing a sharp sword and divine vengeance. The guards didn't particularly care if Genma kil killed, they weren't paid enough to run after the duo. Then the betting started. <I got thirty 'gainst the fat guy!> <Sixty for the chick!> <Twenty for Genma!> That was his roommate. Roommates had to stick together, didn't they? "You have sex with men for pleasure, you bend over for the guards, you steal and lie and cheat! AAAAAAAND YOU KILLED OUR SON!!!!!!!!" Nodoka sliced wildly at her husband, scoring shallow scratches on his back and legs. Awhile later she caught up with him. A bloodcurdling scream echoed off the concrete walls of the prison. No one was going to be getting Genma's 'special technique' up their ass again…ever. His roommate blew a kiss at the guy in the next cell. If Genma couldn't 'beat' it, he'd have to 'join' them. ---Back in Nerima--- Nabiki Tendo frowned as she entered the clinic. Tasteful paintings and new leather furniture, rearranged reception area and color scheme, this didn't bode well. She cautiously slipped out of her shoes and donned her pair of slippers, it made her more at ease since they were exactly where she left them. She'd just stop in to use the facilities then move on to her rendezvous with Kuno at ABCAB, there was no reason to disturb anyone, least of all the good doctor. As she opened the door to the examination room she wasn't expecting the scene playing out before her eyes. There was a young man in his twenties (not Dr. Tofu) messaging the developing breasts of a bubbly, short, blue-haired girl on the table. By her mewlinies ies she seemed to be enjoying it but the man simply continued the examination, asking periodically if an area hurt. "What the hell is going on here!?" "Oohhh!?" Blue-hair looked up at the supple body of Nabiki and hearts seemed to bug out from her eyes. "Another big sister!" Ranma turned away from the pert nipples under his fingers. "Knock before you enter, I'm with a patient!" [I must stay professional…I must stay professional…my job depends on it…I must not fuck every patient that walks in my door…maybe a few.] It was harder to stay focused now the breast examinee was bouncing around like a super ball. Disappointed, he released the tit and let the girl bound off towards the stranger. With a cry of 'Big sister!' the short girl chased his unexpected guest out the door and on an impromptu tour of Nerima. He stood from the low stool and washed his hands in the sink, plodding upstairs for more tea since the brunette was sure to return. He noticed the fallen book bag and new shoes in the foyer. Fifteen minutes later, Nabiki Tendo walked back in shambles, her skirt was ripped, her shirt open to expose a badly bruised breast and her panties stolen by the annoying little imp. On the other side of reality, Alielle stepped back through Makoto's portal with her new treasures tucked safely in her cleavage. Fatora would have to be told… "Can I help you?" Ranma stood in the entranceway, hands on hips, with a disapproving frown on his face. He then noticed her ragged clothing. "Come inside and I'll get you cleaned up." He ushered her into the examination room and after she relieved herself he began treating her scrapes and cuts. Ranma wasn't going to waste ki closing the wounds or healing the bruises on a girl who just burst in from the street, what if he was trying to screw Kasumi in there? wou would have happened? "Uh…I'm sorry about that, I'm just used to Dr. Tofu closing early in the afternoon. I only wanted to use the restroom." Even the mercenary Ice Bitch of Furinkan blushed as the pig-tailed man rubbed a warm salve on her bruised mammary, lightly caressing the aureole to tease but never touching her nipple. "Than you should have asked. Or knocked first, I would have let you use the one upstairs." Ranma's concentration and professional front almost cracked as he noticed she was panty-less. A beautifully trimmed snatch greeted his eyes as he knelt to disinfect the scratches on her legs. The puffy pink of her lips could just barely be seen as well as the fleshy sheath of her clit. He felt his manhood swell. "What's your name, girl?" She tried to ignore the cold draft downstairs and pushed her torn skirt between her legs, effectively ending Ranma's voyeurism. "Nabiki, Nabiki Tendo." "Any relation to Kasumi?" "Uh…yes…why?" He stood up and moved over to the counter, scribbling something on a slip of paper. "She just left." Nabiki collected her thoughts and nerves, reigning everything back until she resumed her previous cold stare. "Where's Doctor Tofu?" Ranma was mixing something with a mortar and pestle, scraping the power into a glass vial. "And who are you, mister?" He shook the wax paper lightly to dislodge any remaining compound. "Tofu-san left yesterday for America. I'm Ranma Saotome, this happens to be my clinic now." He added a few drops of clear liquid from a jar to the vial via pipette and threw the corked container of now purple paste at the middle Tendo daughter. "Spread a few drops of that on the bruises tonight before you go to sleep, they'll be gone by the morning." "Thanks." If Kasumi was here earlier than she must have found out Tofu was gone. Nabiki wondered what her reaction would be? She buttoned her shirt and turned her ripped skirt so as not to expose a lot of leg. As she reached for the door Ranma's voice stopped her. "Wait." He handed her a bill. "What's this?" "…A bill..? Have you ever seen one before?" Nabiki ground her teeth as the man replied sarcastically. "You can pay me next time." [Damn! We haven't had to pay for such a long time, I forgot herbs and medicines cost a lot…] She winced at the figure on the chit. "Take a zero off the amount and I'll tell you why Doctor Tofu left." Ranma crossed his arms sternly. "Throw in his relationship with Kasumi and I'll consider it, final offer." She glared at him, no one ever treated her like this! It was turning her on… "Take two zeros off the amount and I'll tell you why he left, his relationship with Kasumi and how far they got together. And I won't tellone one you've been molesting little girls, final offer." She stared at him, neither giving an inch, Nabiki Tendo never conceded. "Well?" He grinned, his white teeth showing evilly. "Agreed." She promptly walked out into the reception room. "Hey wait! We agreed that you'd tell me-" "I never said when…did I?" She smirked as her feet slid into her shoes, seeing the anger under his skin. "Next time be specific. Bye-bye!" Suddenly she felt a finger touch her breast and another poke her lightly at the throat; she crumpled to the floor. "What the-!!! What did you do!?" Ranma stood tall over her helpless form and sneered. "You didn't know who you were dealing with, I used a pressure point to release all the ki in your body to make you week. I should wear off in a few minutes…just enough time for you to keep your end of the bargain." He lifted her body like a rag-doll and sat her in a chair. She'd never been so humiliated in her whole life! "I won't tell you anything!" She glared at him, as if daring him to try anything. "I'll tell everyone at school you were touching a poor innocent girl in your office!" Of course the 'innocent girl' had also sexually attacked her, but no one needed to know that minor detail, did they? "She came in complaining about chest pains while I was sweeping. I began an examination when she confessed that the pain was in her breasts. The authorities are more likely to believe me, now get on with it!" Nabiki was well aware of the precarious position she was in, trapped in an office with a stranger who could immobilize her in a moment's notice. "Fine. The Doctor left because he couldn't tell Kasumi he loved her. Every time she was around him he'd start going nuts." "'Love panic' it's called, an unfortunate problem." Ranma inwardly praised the Goddess of Sex for his good fortune, a beautiful buxom virginal Kasumi to corrupt, his mouth was almost watering. Of course the rational part of his mind screamed at him that it would be just like Rei but the reason was crushed by the colossal mallet of his sex drive. It would resurrect itself later. ---"???"--- "God bless you, Urd." "Thank you, Aphrodite." One back scratches the other… ---Nerima--- "Continue." Ranma was drinking more of his aromatic tea, driving Nabiki's empty stomach into tailspins. "Please." "They never had a relationship and the farthest they ever got was holding hands and that was purely by accident." Nabiki could feel the strength returning to her legs. She raised her leg and tried to wiggle her toes, yes they were definitely waking up. "I've told you, let me go." Ranma bowed and gestured to the door. "I'm not stopping you, go right ahead." [Cold bitch.] [Arrogant fuck.] Nabiki winced as she hobbled to the door and picked up her bag. "Always a pleasure doing business." Sarcasm practically dripped from her words, the icy tone freezing the water bubbler. The bastard had cost her money, she was supposed to meet Kuno at ABCAB forty minutes ago, now all she could do was shuffle home for dinner. "Come again!!" Ranma's forced cheerful call ushering her out the door. He quickly locked it and was roof-hopping back to Juuban by the time Nabiki reached the Tendo gates. ---Tendo Dojo--- "I'm home!" Nabiki stormed upstairs and threw her book bag at the wall over her bed. [That…that…prick! How dare he do that to me! I'll make him pay!] She tore off the ruined uniform and, cursing mysterious disappearing lesbian perverts, changed into brown slacks and her blue 'balloon' sweater. As she fired up her iMac and swiveled the screen to meet her eyes she thought of a devilish way to punish Ranma. "Akane! Akane, come in now, dinner is ready!" Kasumi called from the narrow glass window looking out at the dojo. The Cheshire grin on Nabiki's face threatened to split her cheeks. Oh yes, this was just what the doctor ordered, with just a few subtle hints Akane would be fighting mad! "I'll be right in, Kasumi!" The blue-haired girl slide open the dojo doors and leaned against the wood panels as the ranma under the lip of the roof blew hot steam into the winter night. Nabiki almost jumped from her chair and left her room, closing her door and leaning against it coolly as Akane's thunderous gait echoed up the stairs. The blur of dirty gi and dark hair passed by her until she spoke, attracting attention away from Akane's tirade over 'perverted boys'. "A word or warning, little sister." "What is it, Nabiki" Her astringent voice tightening as her normally cold sister broke her concentration. "Another no pay?" "No, just a little bit of advice. Doctor Tofu left Nerima and a pervert took his place." "What! When did he leave?" Her cozy little life came crashing down to Earth, sure she'd gotten over her childish crush but it was strange for him to leave so suddenly, unless… "I met his replacement today, a real pervert. Had to beat him off with a stick, nearly ripped my uniform to shreds." She lifted the ruined garment from behind her back and waited for the explosion. "THAT…THAT…UUHHGG…THAT PERVERT TRIED TO FORCE HIMSELF ON YOU????!!!!!" Akane ripped the remains of her skirt and began glowing blue, always a good sign. "I bet he threatened Tofu and made him leave! I bet he's perverting all my friends against me or…or turning them into lesbians! No wonder that little gaijin slut Fatora Roshtaria was trying to fondle me in the locker-room today!" Her eyes turned white, from rolling her eyes back for effect or from anger Nabiki couldn't say. Of course then again the new exchange student was well known for her particular 'tastes'. "I bet he convinced Kuno to make that announcement last year!" Yes, that was correct, all her problems stemmed from this strange pervert hoping to subvert her perfect life. He was hoping to challenge her reign as the greatest martial artist in Nerima! Why, she'd go by there after school tomorrow and mash him into paste with 'Mallet-sama' then bring Dr. Tofu back! Nabiki stepped back as her sister began chuckling then escalated to the 'Bwah, ha, ha!' kind of laugh normally associated with horribly corny anime villains. "I'LL KILL HIM!!!!!" Maybe she'd overdone it just a tad… "What's all the noise up here? Oh Akane, why haven't you changed yet, supper is on the table. Nabiki come down now." Kasumi's chocolate hair peeked through the railing on the stairs, admonishing look carried in the tone of her voice. "And remember to wash your hands, the both of you!" ---Juuban--- "My word!" She hadn't known that her Mercury computer was able to decrypt the national firewall and give her access to the Empress and Princess' personal files. Instinctually, Ami looked around at her empty room and leaned in closer to the glowing screen on her handheld device. It may have taken the better part of the day but finally her search had produced results. She'd set the Mercury computer to search for any information with the words 'ranma' + 'Saotome' and had waited eight hours until a chime indicated she'd hit pay dirt. She scrolled down the screen and read the text, apparently the Empress' diary, which explicitly described the 'Wild Stallion', translated as 'Ranma', and a quick note as to where he could be found. Ranma Saotome, penthouse Tri-Gan Apartments, North Tower. [Oh my, she certainly is…descriptive.] She scrolled down further and found an encrypted photo folder but two minutes later she broke through and poured over the hentai materials. Sixty-two pictures of the man she knew to be Ranma having wild passionate sex with the Empress five years ago, he was only sixteen. She hooked up the computer to her high grade Epson color inkjet 740 and printed several of the photos on professional quality glossy paper. For posterity, of course. Apparently he worked in China, Hong Kong in particular, as a male prostitute at first but was a highly skilled martial artist and shiatsu specialist. So how did her mother know him? Naturally Ami assumed Chisato met Ranma because of his shiatsu and acupuncture skills, never putting two and two together concerning their first night. If she had realized the bizarre twist of fate she probably wouldn't have found herself in compromising situations later on. As of that moment, Ranma had attracted yet another follower and many headaches to come. Ami switched off the MC (Mercury Computer) and laid it on her nightstand next to her glasses. She was going to put the 8.5 by 11 glossy prints to good use as her sleek fingers teased the drooling opening to her sex. His tool was massive, equine in size and proportions, and his testicles were the size of grapefruit, heavy-looking and distended in the sack. Her fingers pushed past the smooth lips and into the textured passage leading upward to her womb, wiping her fingers over her G-spot repeatedly as she dreamed of having that magnificent endowment in her face, his no doubt copious sperm splattered over her body like suntan lotion. In the next room, Chisato Mizuno was busy scrubbing semen from her favorite dress. There was irony there somewhere. ---Tri-Gan Towers, North Tower--- ---Yaoi Alert!!!!--- "I really appreciate this, my sister's been bugging me and I can't seem to find the time to-" "Don't worry about it, we're friends, aren't we?" Ranma handed Motoki a glass of scotch. The pair were sitting in his living room as a light dusting of snow began, it was about time as Christmas was almost upon them. Motoki was getting ready for the Christmas crowd, Ranma was getting prepared for ice injuries or electrocutions. "You should come by the clinic some time, I could use the help categorizing my patient files. Could pay you pretty well too." "Yeah…I'll try to next week but with Chemistry such a bitch and Calculus finals I don't know if I can find the time." The blonde sipped at his drink, feeling the familiar heady sensation of drunkenness in the near future. "So what's happening with Makoto? She seems a lot happier these days." He was well aware of his lover's bisexual nature. "She'd declared me her boyfriend, it's good they have a week long field trip or else she'd never leave me alone." It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her company, in many ways they complimented one another, but at times she could be stifling. He grudgingly admitted he did love her, thinking of the world without her shy smile and the way her wrapped her arm in his… Ranma shuddered and hope he didn't have to find out what would happen. "I'll be staying at the clinic for the rest of this week so I guess we won't see each other until New Year's Eve." "Oh yeah, that's right, are we still on?" "Yup." Motoki giggled in glee at all the things they could do that night, not that he wasn't looking forward to tonight, it was just that a whole day of sex can do wonders for one's disposition. At his fifth glass of scotch Motoki began to wobble just a bit. Ranma was feeling woozy as well and both switched to coffee, not wanting the night to get away from them. At eleven they had gone from kissing to fondling and were beginning heavy petting. Ranma was the first stripped down of course and helped Motoki undress, thinking his blonde friend looked cute in his white Speedo briefs. "You don't have to laugh you know. It's the only pair I had left." He blushed and tried to cover his underpants with his hands. "Ah, ah, we can't have that." Ranma grasped Motoki's arms and pulled them away from his underwear, pushing him onto the couch and pressing firmly onto his body as he moved for a kiss. "Why would you hide this beautiful cock you have down here, Moto-chan?" The pig-tailed man knelt and looked intently at his love's bulge. The shaft was pressed against his waist, clearly defined by the moist material, made that way by the river of excitement that dribbled from the pulsing crown. Ranma smiled wolfishly as he stripped off the briefs and threw them over his shoulder, taking the stiff member into his mouth. Motoki cried out as his erection bent to slide into Ranma's mouth, the sensitive head purple with blood as his balls lay tightly clasped to his body due to the cool air in the room. Ranma began to suck, taking slow strokes as his tongue swirled over the veins and pockets of hidden pre-cum under the folds of the foreskin. The blonde lay on the couches and arched his back as pleasure shot up from his organ with each lick of Ranma's tongue, grateful for the sexual training his lover underwent in China, no other partner could fulfill him like this! "Fuse getting low? I don't want you to finish so quickly…" Hands strong enough to rend steel danced across his inner thighs and kneaded his buttocks, helping in the motion as Ranma lapped at the cock but never took it fully into his mouth again. "Let me…blow or else I'll die!" The pleasure was too much, rivers of molten sperm were flowing in his crotch, he needed to fire it off or his prick would explode! "Please, Ranma, suck it off!" "Nope." His ceased his ministrations and pulled his member to bear, lightly jacking off until pearly droplets of his thick pre-cum began to splatter Motoki's stomach. "First I get mine." He crawled over the blonde's body until they were in the 69 position, hot breath dancing across each other's cocks. Ranma eased himself flat on Motoki's stomach and played with the drooling rod jerking and pulsing before his eyes. "It's so cute when you get like this." "Just do something will you?" He couldn't stand it anymore, he needed relief now! His slim hands reach up and grasped Ranma's organ, marveling at it's form and texture for the sixth time before shoving six inches roughly down his throat, inhaling the meat to further stimulate his partner into action. While not as polished as Ranma's, Motoki's technique was good enough for Ranma to ejaculate in his mouth, thick ropes of jizz filling his mouth and covering his face in pasty white goo. Ranma enjoyed his brief orgasm while it lasted and began sucking his lover again, fully intending to make it milk in his mouth. He took the head into his mouth and chewed lightly, knowing 'Moto-chan' loved the thrill of his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive nerves of his cock. That was all he needed as the penis jerked violently and shot out hot strings of semen into his mouth. The thick salty fluid collected, at least three tablespoonfuls, he rolled the seed with his tongue to taste all the delightful flavors in the package Motoki had so kindly 'delivered' in his mouth. With a gulp Ranma swallowed and felt the warm liquid set fire to his body, he needed serious relief now and no amount of oral ministrations were going to coax the mother load from his balls. Motoki felt his body lifted and turned until his cock was lying flat, sandwiched between his torso and the cold wood floor. Ranma grabbed his hips and lifted his ass up a little in the air, spreading his cheeks as he spit on his manhood. "Are you ready?" Motoki simply mewed in pleasure from the floor as two fingers dipped lightly into his hole and spread the opening. Ranma decided that spit wasn't going to be enough and reached around, grasping the cock framed with blonde hair and jerking gently until his lover groaned and deposited another load in his hand. Taking the slimy goo, he slathered it over his prick and rubbed it around the hole. With a single push Ranma lunged in, Motoki crying out not in pain but in pleasure as his love's manhood buried itself deeply in his rectum. For two hours nothing could be hear in the apartment save the slimy wet sound of Ranma entering Motoki and the thin man's groans as his cock spurted cream all over his chest and stomach. That having tubioubious side effect of making him stick to the floor with his own 'glue'. But even Ranma had his limits and after three mini-orgasms he hoisted Motoki up and let the frail boy bounce up and down, humping the hell out of his cock. With a great groan and an intense orgasm, Ranma fired off in Motoki, two cups of semen splattering the inner walls of his intestines, then pulled out and showered the other boy in sperm, resulting in a thoroughly drenched Motoki and thoroughly satisfied Ranma. "Bathroom's that way." Ranma wiped the cream from Motoki's eyes and turned him to the direction of the furo. "Be sure to scrub real good before getting in the furo!" A distorted affirmative met his ears as the glass door shut and the water turned on. "Enjoy the show, Minako?" A shadow on the balcony moved imperceptibly, imperceptibly to anyone but Ranma. "How'd you know?" Minako stepped through the door and dropped her disguise field; it was apparent from the enormous wet stain on her slacks that she'd watched the entire thing. "Great show by the way." "Thanks." For once he'd like some peace, a little privacy wasn't a lot to ask for, was it? "You've got to leave before Motoki gets out of the shower, I don't want him to know I'm bopping all his best customers." Minako giggled and gave him her Sailor Venus pose, winking at his nudity and the semi-rigid member covered in cum. "What say I get you cleaned up?" She fell to her knees and licked at the organ, her tongue like a cat's as she groomed his prick and swallowed the thick globs of semen still sliding down the shaft. "Tasty as always, will you be at the clinic for the rest of the week?" "Why?" "Well it doesn't really mattecauecause I can't sneak out every night like this, it took me an hour to get here, and another to get back. I don't want to be too tired for sightseeing!" Ranma rolled his eyes. "Heaven forbid!" Minako slapped him with a throw pillow. "I never knew Motoki swung that way…kinda makes his relationship to Mamoru very suspect." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the dark shadow behind the frosted glass. "Mamoru? You mean Usagi's boyfriend, the one in America?" "Yup, he was always hanging around with Motoki, I wonder if they had anything going on between the sheets…?" "Yeah, he says they used to screw but then Mamoru got all uppity and depressed. He suspects that his relationship with Usagi is going to dissolve the same way." Ranma walked over to the door and gave her a final look before joining Motoki, a look that promised pain unless she left before they stepped out. "Things sure got interesting while I was gone…" ---Morning in Juuban--- Motoki awoke to the sound of frying fish. He was sprawled over Ranma's bed with the crinkled dried remnants of his semen plastered over his stomach, he tasted salty bitterness in his mouth and stood stretching naked by the window. While not as athletic as Ranma, the blonde was in good shape with a washboard abs and a firm physique that extenuated his pretty boy looks. Yawning in the rays of sunlight he ducked into the toilet to relieve himself before shrugging into a terry-cloth robe hung over the back of a chair in the bedroom. "Good morning." Ranma sat down with him and sipped at a cup of tea, pouring another for his guest. "Morning, what time is it?" Motoki sat and scratched his head free of sleep, wiping his eyes before eating. "About six, I have to get going now to open up the clinic but feel free to stay. I'll try to stop by the arcade on my way home today." Ranma swung his Chinese-style shirt from the back of his chair and fastened the wooden ties. He was gone the next moment. Motoki left after a bath and shuddered at the cold chill in the air. The town was glowing with sparkles of reflected sunlight from the icicles and snow laying over his vision. The snow had been cleared in most of the streets but the side alley leading to the back door of his apartment building, leading to the wet splotch of fluid as he walked upstairs in water-logged shoes. His ass still hurt from last night, he hoped his sister hadn't taken the ice pack again. Sliding his key into the door he was unprepared as it swung open and sent him crashing to the floor. His sister was angry with him again… Across town Ami awoke and felt the sheets peel away from her thighs. The photos were still clutched in her hand, the other still between her legs. Blushing furiously, she tucked the photographs under her mattress and wiped her lust-encrusted hand on her bed, watching in fascination as the flakes of dried fluid drifted slowly to the floor. She silently cursed Usagi's class for having that week-long field trip, she'd wanted to go too but because of her college courses was unable to attend. At least Rei was in the same boat, she swore to go and visit the fiery priestess that afternoon. At the aforementioned shrine, Rei Hino awoke with a goofy grin on her face for the second morning in a row. It was beginning to freak her grandfather out just a tad, usually she was all piss and vinegar in the morning, screaming at him for waking her up and grumbling as she ate breakfast. Since Saturday she woke up on time and thanked him for the meal before trotting off to school just like any normal girl. Something was amiss, he wondered if Ranma had gotten down to the real nitty-gritty with her concerning ki projection… If they only knew… ---Nerima--- Ranma landed lightly in the alley next to his clinic just as the first groups of students ran laughing through the streets. He smiled at their youthful naivete and unlocked the doors to his clinic. Just that phrase, 'his clinic' sent a general feeling of wellbeing to rocket through his body. Anyone passing by just thought the new doctor was happy but in reality he was ecstatic! As such he whistled while he swept around the front. Happy homemakers smiled and greeted him as they walked their children to school, the odd Furinkan male stopping by as well to thank him for the emergency help yesterday, and the clatter of shops setting up for the day rang in his ears. Little did he know the danger that was approaching by way of the Tendo Dojo. Akane stormed out the door and turned quickly on her heels, intent on paying a little visit to the pervert who'd so underhandedly replaced the kind Dr. Tofu, the animal that had tried to attack Nabiki and had turned her life into a living hell. A blue aura swam around her body as the pavement turned soft underfoot as everything metal around her began to melt. Nabiki watched keenly from the gates, stealthily ghosting her little sister as she sped towards Ranma's clinic. Kasumi had been nice enough to let her stay home for the day because of her bruises (she hadn't used the salve from the day before). Ranma sensed the approach of the Akane and propped his broom up on the side of the building, centering himself for the inevitable conflict. He smiled and welcomed his first patient of the day, ushering her into the examining room and instructing her to change into a shift before walking back and meeting the vengeful eyes of the youngest Tendo. Akane was so enraged by thry sry sight of him she tore into him with a haymaker, which he effortlessly dodged, and began a series of rapid-fire attacks. "Excuse me? Do I know you?" Ranma twisted away from a snap-kick and pivoted past her fist. "How dare you do this to me you pervert!" She lunged for his legs and caught him unawares, knocking both of them to the stone of his stoop, Ranma's back hitting the unyielding concrete with a smash of bone and sinew. Akane smirked in triumph at the man's surprised face and dusted off her hands, regretting that it had been such a quick fight. "You'd better be gone and get Dr. Tofu back or I'll-" "You'll go on to school, Akane." Kasumi's shadow fell over the winded doctor and the gloating attacker, effectively putting an end to the hostilities. "How can you even think of attacking poor Ranma? You and I will have words when you come home…now go on your way, Akane." The cold tone in Kasumi's voice was the closest she'd ever heard to anger. Nabiki cursed from the alley and walked back towards the house. "But Kasumi! This pervert made Dr. Tofu leave! And he made all my friends perverts! And-" "That's enough, Akane! Go to school!" Kasumi was getting visibly agitated, never before had any member of her family needlessly struck an innocent. She'd always known Akane was going to crack one day. "But!" "Go! I'll help Saotome-san back inside, you can go, Akane." The blue-haired girl looked pleadingly at her sister, unable to believe that her own family wouldn't go along with her spoiled, fractured view of the world. She ran towards Furinkan with tears in her eyes, she'd make the bastard pay for turning herily ily against her! "I'm so sorry Ranma, sometimes Akane gets a bit carried away." She knelt down and grasped his arm, marveling at the hard muscle under her fingers. "That's alright, Kasumi, I just wasn't prepared for it, no harm done." He stood up and felt the bruise already on his back. Even with years of martial arts training, he still didn't have the actual physical imperviousness (unlike canon Ranma), relying more on stealth and thought to win his battles. "So that was your sister?" "Yes, I'm afraid she's just a violent maniac." Kasumi smiled at him. "You have two sisters?" "Yes, how did you know?" She smiled at his cleaver deduction, she didn't remember mentioning Nabiki, though… "Your other sister, Nabiki, stopped by yesterday." He shrugged on a thicker w coa coat and closed the double entry doors. "She still has to pay me for services rendered." "Oh my! That's why I'm here so early." He was already at the examination room door. "We have to discuss the 'arrangement'." He looked back and smiled at the demure image of womanhood looking back at him quizzically. "I have to see to my patient, if you'd like to wait upstairs? Make yourself at home." As she turned and went to the second level, Ranma was keenly aware of the shapely swish of her tush as she moved. Kasumi walked up the stairs quietly and wondered if Ranma noticed that she was wearing her black silk panties. She shook that stray though from her mind as she turned to her right and swung into the small kitchen, her hands moving instinctually to the kettle and tea set lying on the white gleaming counters. She didn't realize her nipples visible through the thottootton of her house-dress. In no time at all, Ranma met her upstairs and helped her bring the tea downstairs to the lounge. After both were settled in the plush seats and quietly sipping tea from porcelain cups, Kasumi finally broached the subject of her family discount. She was grinding her legs together. "…Ranma-san?" ---"???"--- "It looks like your boy Saotome's going for the gusto." "Shut up, Toltiir." "What!? It's not like I gave my avatar the power to fuck every girl in the multiverse." Urd shot the annoying feline embodiment of mischief with a weak thunder bolt. "I said shut up!" "Just you wait 'til you see what I have in store…" Toltiir began to grin as mischief-making cats have a penchant. Widely. ---Back to Midgard--- "Yes?" Ranma looked up from his records, letting the decorative eyeglasses fall from his face, he'd learned that women preferred their medical specialists to wear eyewear, some kind of freaky preference or bias. "What is it Kasumi?" "About a discount for my family…" "Yes, we still haven't worked out a payment plan, would you like to discuss it now?" Ranma planned on having her prepare lunches and perhaps a few dinners, giving her enough excuses to be around the clinic, leaving her open to his seduction. "Ah…yes…and also I have to speak to you about a peculiarity that I have." Kasumi began to wring her hands in her skirt. The leather underneath her shapely ass would have to be cleaned. "Well, why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" "Actually it is something that may be useful in paying you back for such generosity." Now Ranma's eyes perked up, an illness that would be beneficial to him? He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them to his ki vision, gazing at the enormous aura surrounding Kasumi. Just for the sheer force of will it must take a strong will, Kasumi was evidently stronger than he previously thought. The aura shifted constantly but the predominant color was yellow. "…er…you're a nymphomaniac, aren't you?" Ranma eased back in his chair as Kasumi stood from her couch and stalked towards him, shedding her clothes as she neared the desk. A smirk was visible on his face, Tofu's records had indicated as much, particularly his diagnosis of a unique Chinese herbal infusion usually given to placate horny bulls from harming the females. "Why yes doctor and I haven't had my medication in two days. Do you know what kind of torture it is to have so much male flesh around you all the time but find yourself constrained by moral precepts." Kasumi was down to her garter belt, bra and panties, slinking seductively around his desk as a trail of fluid gushed from between her legs. Ranma could see the firm nipples under her bra and marveled as she sat firmly on his lap, her crotch-less panties staining his pants. "I want you to take my body as payment for services rendered." Ranma helped her onto his lap as he leaned back and opened his fly. "No, I don't want your body as payment." Kasumi whimpered as his hand slid down to her exposed cunt, teasing her labia majora and pinching the pink sheath of her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive tissue against her external sexual organ. The gush turned to a paralyzing orgasm, Kasumi had been denied for too long so just the mere touch of a man's hand on her slit made her cum hard. Thick ropes of mucus dribbled from her vaginaidiniding white against the black of his pants. "Oh? Then why are you doing this?" She managed between gasps. "I'd much rather give your services free and take your body for fun!" Ranma freed his manhood from the silk of his boxers and undid the sheath running down his leg, his cock springing to life like a snake as Kasumi cooed in appreciation of his maleness. Her silky hands grasped his shaft as her gasped, the outwardly prim and proper Kasumi a true sex kitten underneath the layers of fluff erected by Chinese herbs. "I don't think I've ever seen one so big, Ranma, I don't think I can take it all." Kasumi fell on her knees and engulfed the head in a mouthful of moans and giggles as precum dribbled down her chin. She gobbled his shaft all the way down her throat but that was only half of his cock, the other half she messaged and stroked, bringing him to full rigidity as her throat muscles rippled up the head and teased a flood of semen up from his balls. Pulling the turgid member from her throat, Kasumi smiled sweetly with sperm slathered over her face. He took the time to lock the doors and close the shades while she was gone and lay naked on the carpeted floor in front of his desk. She could scarcely believe the orgasm that rocked her body as she pulled off her bra and stripped off the crotch-less panties, she had done nothing save move but even that movement let her skin slide against the sensual silk. When Ranma ran his hands down her flanks she creamed with a wet splat on the floor, her inner thighs soaked with lust as his fingers plunged between her legs and opened her womanhood. Something wasn't right… "Y-your…ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry!?!?!?!?!!? Wha-what the hell's going on!? I thought you were a nymphomaniac?" Ranma pulled his fingers from her passage, slick with her cum and pulled away from her body as she crumpled to thoor oor in pleasure. "I…never…fucked a man before…I just used to frig myself all day…they said it was unhealthy." Kasumi opened her eyes with an euphoric grin on her face. "I want someone like you to do me. I need it real bad, Ranma-san, screw me 'til I pop!" The nubile and delicious Kasumi wobbled as she got to her feet, stepping unsteadily to where Ranma leaned against the wall… "…Ranma-san?" Kasumi shook him a little, she had stood up when he'd begun to space out. "Ranma-san are you alright?" Ranma shook his head and realized what an outlandish fantasy he'd just indulged in, pushing his erection back under the table as she leaned down to feel his forehead. "Er…I'm fine Kasumi, I just didn't get enough sleep last night." She gave him an odd looked before sitting by the desk, pouring herself more tea. "Now, you were saying something about a discount?" The dream had been so real! ---"???"--- "That was cruel you know." "What else do you want from me?" ---To be continued---