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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20892 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any of the character involved. I made no money off this story.

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Ranma stood, in his glory, in front of a mirror. A small vial of cold water at his side. Every tight and taunt muscle seemed be tense with worry. “They... love this form... right?” He said to himself.

Cut back to last night, and Cologne rattling his soul even further. “Son-in-law. You may agree to this challenge, but I cannot, under good consciousness, let you begin just yet. I refuse to allow you to go into battle unprepared.”

“What?” Ranma said. “Why?”

“I figured you were more better adjusted with yourself then you were.”

“Huh?”

“Ranma... speak to your female half. Learn to love her. Consider yourself the first girl you must love without hesitation.” With that, the Ghoul leap into the night, and was gone. “You know where to find me when you are ready to move on...” Spoke the wind.

“Love... my girl half?” She could repeat in disbelief.

And so here he stood, looking his pride and dignity in the mirror.

“They... love this form... right?” He said to himself.

Of course they do. He told himself as he ran his arms over themselves and began to feel the curves of form. I mean look at it. Nothing can compare. I'm all man, it shows. Right?

The little vial of cold water seemed to disagree with him. He popped the lid, a dunked it on himself, shivering it streamed down his shrinking back, taking with it his black lock, as if it were painted on, along with his skin. When opened his eyes, his features had softened and become supple. Before him stood a 16 year old bombshell of a rival.

“This form...” Ranma whispers as she ran her hand over herself gently.

To be frank, it was the only time she'd ever really looked himself in the mirror as girl without trying something on, eying the crafted beauty that was herself. Her hands we're devilishly smooth as a girl, despite all the wear and tear of his male form's craft. Her hips were wide, smooth, not an ounce of a baby fat present. Her stomach was still taunt, but the muscles were smoothed over, her 6 pack replaced with a single line dividing his belly down the middle.

She followed the line with fingers, upwards, towards the generous swells of chest. Because they came off as she transformed back, they never seemed to sag, even without bra, remaining broad and tight around the base. She wondered how prefect the girl who had drowned in the river had been; even Ranma's nipples seemed to be the prefect size and shape, color... she could only wonder about the texture.

She couldn't quite bring herself to do more then lift them with her hands, eying them like some foreign creature, on recently discovered. “This form... is...” She rolled a thumb over herself, her skin jumping excitedly as she nipple. “What was that?” She cried, looking at her flushing form.

“Ranma!” she jumped as Akane's call came down from stairwell. “Come on, we're going to be late.”

The girl's mind quickly went to find her usual shirt and boxers. She threw on her favorite suit: the trademark red long sleeve shirt with black slacks. He quickly hurried downstairs to grab a small meal from Kasumi.

Lunch today, it seemed, would have to come from Ukyo. “Ranma... why are you a girl?”

He didn't quite think of that; the showers in the morning meant he would almost always be a boy before school, didn't it? “I... uh... spilled a vase. Don't worry, I cleaned it up.” They quickly made their way out after thanking Kasumi for the meal.

She was unusually quiet the majority of the school day. She spied on the boys and girls of his class out of the corner of her eyes, each staring at him and sputtering gossip and notes between them. Not doubt to figure out what She'd done to incur Akane's wrath this time. A few dared to ask Akane directly, who politely replied that nothing unusual had happened, she happened to just be that way.

That wasn't what caught her mind, though. She was instead, wondering about some of the leers and the ever so subtle flush of some of them, even of some of his friends. Daisuke, for example. It wasn't exactly unknown he prefered this form; he's outright asked with Hiroshi, to view Ranma's feminine form. With compensation of course. As it turned out, most of the school would get a solid look at her, thanks to Mousse and Ryoga, for free, but the thought still clung to Ranma's head.

It actually kind of upset her, to think she, a prideful martial artist, would sell of her body to the highest bidder. Even Nabiki hadn't managed (or even tried.) to get Ranma to sell her body like that. “If you're still a boy, why are you covering up? I didn't even expose you. Why should you even care?”

Dammit Cologne. “I do care.” Her eyes widen when she realized her inner monologue had broken loose, and attracted the attention of the entire class, including Akane. “Uh... I mean... sorry.” She couldn't have gone redder in the face if she was bleeding. The class shared a laugh, save for Akane and his two friends, who nudged the girl.

“What's with Ranma-chan?”

Chan? Her ears burned at the words. Why did they call me Ranma-chan?

As if in some small reprieve from god, the bell broke her thoughts. She quickly leapt onto the hallway and rounded the stairwell, looking for Ukyo. She wasn't to hard to find; the freshly cook smell of okonomiyaki was easy to follow. She was busy on a small portable griddle, serving a few friends for some small profit. It probably wasn't allowed, but Ranma doubted Principle Kuno would challenge them about it, considering how badly he'd lose.

“Ranma-honey!” She called, perking up at the sight of the red head, waving her over to the side of the griddle. “Prefect timing! I just put a nice big okonomiyaki on the grill to share with you.”

“Thank, Ucchan.” She smiled. Ukyo looked the red head over with a smirk. “W-what?”

“What did you do to make Akane mad?” The brown haired beauty giggled as Ranma's face cracked.

“Why does everybody keep thinking I mad Akane mad just because I'm a girl?”

“Well, it's a sunny day, you don't have swimming, and you're a girl. Either you made Akane mad enough to douse you or you fell.” She grimaced at the predictability of Akane's temperament. They weren't that combative with each other. Most of the time they got along fine. She certainly didn't mind her being around, at least. The girl handed him a paper plate, and scooted the okonomiyaki onto it. The two settled down near a tree behind them, and sat down. It wasn't until they did, that Ranma noticed she'd not served herself a plate.

Well, this was going to be interesting. Ranma, of course, ripped it in two, and nibbled on half of it. “Great as always Ucchan.” The girl said between bites. The sat there, in an odd moment of serenity in Ranma's hectic life. For once, Akane hadn't bothered to check up on him, which was odd.

Ukyo smiled as she gulped down another big bite. “You really were hungry.”

In some divine act, Ranma's eyes lifted, and caught onto Ukyo's, and froze there. Cologne's word's filtered back in like poisonous fumes. “Ucchan... do you... really love me?”

No, no, no! Damnable fool! What were you doing?! Ranma's face at the same rate of Ukyo's. “What's this? R-ranma-honey, what did you say?”

“I... meant...”

“You... doubt the fact I love you?” Ranma panicked as she noticed the eyes beginning to water. She immediately threw her arms up in defense. “How could you, Ranma?!”

“N-no Ucchan! You got it all wrong!” She spat quickly. “I meant... I mean!”

She didn't have time to finish as Ukyo launched her towards the pool via Combat spatula. As Ranma came up, soaked through and through, she mentally kicked herself. “I meant... my girl half.”

Lunch had put Ranma in a sour mood the rest of the day. Akane was actually somewhat worried, learning for the girls, that she'd had a fight with Ukyo at lunch. They may have been forced to be rivals, but she didn't hate Ukyo, and she understood Ranma cherished her oldest friend. “Ranma, what happened with you and Ucchan?”

“I said something stupid.” Ranma spat bluntly on the fence walk home.

“What was it?” Akane said.

“N-nothing.” No reason to incur the wrath of two women today. “A-Akane, do you mind if I go to Ucchan's? I need to talk to her.”

“Huh, sure.” She said, wondering when he began asking permission to go see his friends. “I'll tell your mom.”

“Thanks.” Oh please, mom, don't make this worse. She silently added as she sped off to wards Ucchan's.

It was all fine and well to want to do something, as Ranma stood in front of Okonomiyaki Ucchan's, the nerves she held had suddenly left her. As she walked in, she screamed as Ukyo almost pinned her to the wall with Spatculas. “Ucchan!”

Ukyo turned her back to him, opting to serve the few frighten (or a few amused) customers. “Come on, Ucchan!”

“Go away, Ranma!” She said, storming to the back in a huff. Ranma followed in hot pursuit, ducking and dodging her barrage of spatulas as flew past like culinary machine gun fire. Eventually, she managed to get close enough, and grabbed her wrists.

“Dammit Ucchan.” She growled as she pinned her. “I'm trying to apologize, you can at least let me do that.”

“F-fine!” She huffed. “Then go ahead.”

“Ucchan.” Ukyo looked down at the girl who's head suddenly dropped down. “Would... Do...”

“That... doesn't sound like any apology.” The girl said, lessening her resistance. “Ranma... What's wrong?”

“It's... I...” The girl pulled back. “Ukyo... do you love me, even as a girl? If... I was always a girl? If I was stuck in this form forever?”

“W-w-what?” Ukyo said, jerking away from Ranma. “What do you mean, stuck as a girl? What happened? Did Happosai do something?”

“Ukyo...” Ranma lifted her face to Ukyo. Ukyo's voice left her as her thoughts filled with Ranma's pained look. “Would you? Would you love this body, knowing you'd never have a husband?”

“I...”

“You wouldn't, would you? Even being disguised as a boy, you're still a normal girl.” He answered.

“Ranma, I-”

“I'm... sorry for asking Ucchan.”

“Dammit Ranma!” She growled back, hitting him on the head.

“Ow.” Ranma said, feeling around to see if a lump was forming. As she looked up, she only saw a very crossed looking Ukyo.

“What kinda girl do you take me for? Boy... girl... If it's you, it's same. It's YOU I love, Ranma!” She said, flushing at her own admission. “Besides... you're too cute as a girl to ignore. Even the Amazon agrees.”

“S-Shampoo said that?” Ranma said. “Wait... when did you talk to Shampoo?”

“She comes over from time to time. Sometimes to fight over you, most of the time, though, we just talk nowadays about you.” She smirked and leaned in, her breath tickling her fiancee's ear. “If you want to know something, she really likes your girl side's butt.”

“U-Ucchan?!” Ranma said. Her butt? HER butt? Not her boy side's?

The comment was very flattering, and in Ranma's usual manner, she reached down and held the part in question. Honest, her butt was the only thing Ranma didn't like. She thought it was too big, however tight and perky it was. Nabiki had even told her a word for that time of butt, while she'd looked for suitable cloths for Ranma.

Bubble butt, she remembered. She was suddenly pulled close, and she squeaked slightly as Ukyo gave it a bit of a squeeze. What scared Ranma was the fact it wasn't exactly unpleasant. “I kinda do too.”

She jiggled one with a laugh for good measure, reveling in Ranma's sudden docile nature.

“Ucchan! S-stop! You've got customers!” Ukyo huffed, and pouted. “Ucchan!”

“Ha ha, I always liked this girl side is more easy to fluster.”

What? This...side? Ranma pulled away, much to Ukyo's dismay. “Ucchan... what did you say?”

“What?” Ukyo replied.

“My girl side?”

“Yeah. I thought that's what you came here about.”

“It... is.”

Ukyo sighed as Ranma suddenly bolted out the door in the back. “Boys.” She said, as she returned to her many customers.

Ranma found herself back in front of the mirror. Staring at herself, clothed and with most bewilder look. She felt up and around her face. She had very pretty eyes as both a boy and a girl. They we're larger when she was a girl, he noted, only helping with her baby face appearance.

Ucchan... and Shampoo... like my girl half. Does Akane? Does... Akane like my butt, too? She looked down, and found herself rubbing it through her slacks. She gave herself a squeeze, trying to get what Ukyo and Shampoo saw in it. As she pinched and rubbed it, an odd air came about her. Her stomach tightened and a small heat began to form.

She slipped her down down her her slacks, past her boxers, and gently stroked her own cheeks. They were baby smooth, and sighed softly as she reveled in the feel. Go on... Ranma. Enjoy this cute body. Her brain whisper to herself. Her hands drifted downward, and up and around to her tummy. With vested interest, she watched her girl form's hand raise and lower, drifting down to the tiny forest valley between her thighs, and back up to her nipple, rolling another finger.

“I... shouldn't...” She argued with herself. “Not here.”

With unusual difficulty, she pulled her back and stared at them. She didn't realize she'd been hot, or that tired, looking at her increasingly disheveled face in the mirror. “That was... am I that perverted?”

“ you're too cute as a girl...” Ukyo's voice echoed. “Consider yourself the first girl you must love without hesitation.” Reminded Cologne.

“Not here. I might get caught.” She told herself. “The... bath.”

She waited a while before the bathroom was free. It didn't help calm her. If anything, it had riled her up. She grew anxious as Kasumi finally stepped out, smiling as Ranma stepped in. “Ranma, I'm sorry, there's very little hot water.”

“I-it's fine Kasumi.” Ranma said, already playing with the pins of her shirt. She was trembling somewhat, and had to take a deep breath to undo the one's beyond her sight. “Cold water is good for r-recovery.”

The eldest Tendo seemed content with this explanation. It was hard to tell, actually; Kasumi always looked the same. Ranma wondered how the girl had mastered inner peace so easily, especially with the chaos around her.

She plopped down, fully nude, in the middle of the bath room. She looked around the room for hidden cameras, or any sign of Nabiki. Her pulsed raced at the thought of Nabiki having this particular episode on a roll of film. It was a horrifying thought. “Okay... Maybe I should get the bath running...”

Was she planning on being loud? She could be quiet and go slowly. Stealthy, like a cat.

Her face flushed as she caught her thoughts. “Maybe I shouldn't...”

Consider yourself the first girl you must love without hesitation.

She sighed, and began to spread her legs. And look at herself. The body she ignored for so long as just a passing thing, a cancer to be radiated, suddenly was inviting her to bed it. It rose and fell seductively with each hard breath he took. The very first... girl... is...

“Ah...” She squeaked and clamped down as she swiped a single digit across her slit. It was as if volts had shot through her. She stared at her finger, slightly moistened from it's venture. Back down, her body demanded, and brought her free hand to her breast, rolling it over her nipples, forcing the girl to grit her teeth through the shocks and jolts of pleasure. She bent over as her hand returned between her, striking across a strange little button at the very top of her womanhood.

“Ghnk!” She choked down. “Hnng... Mhmm..”

She had no idea what she was doing. Why she was doing it. All she knew is, she should've done this much, much earlier. She raised up, straddling her own hand as she twisted and teased her breast, pinching it, rolling it between her fingers. Every motion another joyful little bolt.

“Ha...” she moaned as she rubbed the outside of her womanhood with a growing number of a fingers, not noticing herself bucking slightly into her hand, grinding herself against her palm. “Hnn... Mmmn!”

Her breath shorten with each roll of her hips, her body growing hotter, like a steady flame had been lit in her stomach. The strength was quickly leaving her legs, and she again fell back onto her bubble butt, leaning back onto the wall of the bathroom. She chirped and cooed as her slickening slit demanded more and more of her attention. “Ha... ha...”

There was not enough air in the room to help her catch her breath, and what little she had gather left her as she let her ring index finger slid into her folds. Her other hand groped and pawed her breasts. Her mind screamed at her MORE DAMMIT, MORE, MORE!

She obliged, taking her middle and sliding in. She really loved the curling motion they made inside her, hitting her in a spot that... well, she couldn't describe the feeling as she continued to tell her body to come hither with her two fingers. She closed her eyes, her cooing become more and more like cries and moans. She tried biting her lip to silence herself, but she still managed to chirp.

She wished somebody was here, to touch, taste, to help her reach some unseen plateau she knew was just out of reach now. Who could help her, though...

The girls. They would. They would've gladly all helped.

“Oh Ranma-honey, if you really wanted to feel good, you could've just asked.” She knew Ukyo would say, kissing the girl gently on her lips in Ranma's mind eyes. Shampoo wouldn't have even said anything, opting to instead to simply feel up Ranma's breast and gently pry the head's thighs apart, dipping her smooth, silky fingers into Ranma's sweet honey pot. If anybody knew what to do, it was probably the amazon.

Akane... she didn't really know. In fact, she'd probably be watching her Ranma being molested, fondled by the other two. Her eyes wide as the drunken, glazed over eyes of Ranma found their way over to Akane. Spying the girl's hand slowly reaching down, and rubbing herself unknowingly.

Turning on the red head even more, knowing she was being watched. “Gnnk!” She suddenly jerked.

Something... was coming. And it was big. Her body tightened as gigantic bolts of pleasure filled electricity racked through her body, cause the girl to arch back, pressing against the wall. Juices sprayed from her, her face grimacing as her mind shut down to try and cope with the overload.

She jerked, writhed, her legs shaking as she continued to be bombarded, wave after wave. She screamed, silently, as all the air had long sense left her lungs. She shook, trying to break of the paralysis that had taken over her, that held her hand grabbing her breast almost painful.

“G-GIIIIIIRRRRRRRLLLLLLLSSSSSSS!” She finally shouted aloud as she fell back onto the wall. Her body slacked, and grew limp. Her chest heaved. She looked the room through her teary eyes. Her body filled with a gentle, glowing feeling, and despite her disheveled, worn out look, Ranma felt like a million bucks.

Almost. If she hadn't heard what she'd screamed. “G-girls...” She repeated as she sat there.

Not Akane. Not Ukyo. Not Shampoo. “Girls.” She repeated, as if the words would suddenly change to fit the right person. She pulled forward, and caught herself before she fell, arms slightly straining.

“I want them. All of them. Cologne's right...I have to try... to get them all to accept this. And...”

She had to admit it. Otherwise she'd never have all weapons for this battle. She needed to say it aloud.

“...I love being a girl, too.” She whispered to no one.
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