One Half

---Disclaimer--- ---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 hife,ife, 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. Expect 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 changes of pace I guess. Getting on with it this here’s a big fat lemon inry sry 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 4 A Ranma 1/2 Mega-crossover lemon in parts of 25 pages By Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction) And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout) ---Nerima--- Kasumi looked down into her tea, her brown cream eyes watery for the first time in all the day he'd known her. Ranma leaned forward over his desk to hide his hard-on. "Uh…y-yes, Ranma-san, we don't generally like to tell anybody but my family is in dire financial straits and if you could give us a discount I would be forever in your debt." Ranma leaned back in his seat, the erection back under control, and thought about such a proposal. It wasn't like he really needed the money…and he did like the idea of having Kasumi in his debt. Kasumi began to worry as Ranma began giggling and drooling. "Is everything alright, Ranma-san?" "Just fine, Kasumi, and please just call me Ranma. I think that I'll be able to do something for you." Kasumi looked up into his eyes with hope but the resulting kawaii look only succeeded in revitalizing Ranma's erection. He idly wondered what her face would look like with his sperm sprayed on her lips. "What exactly can you offer me?" "Well I could help you here at the clinic, I could cook your meals, I could do your laundry…" [She could also use her body,] Ranma mentally added with a lecherous grin. "…Why any number of things!" She stood up and bowed low to him. "I'm very grateful for your generosity but I'm afraid I must be going now." Ranma stood up and walked her back to the door, his hand first on the small of her back before copping a feel as she bent over to slip on her shoes. If Kasumi felt the warm hand sliding over her buttocks, slowly moving downward until it was almost at the vanguard of her inner thigh she gave no sign. Her ass had the fluid firmness and elasticity that he adored in all his bedmates. All Kasumi did was smile at him as she straightened and thanked him again before strolling out the doors. "What a crazy fucking set-up this is…" ---Later that day--- "Goodbye Ami, I'll see you tomorrow!" Rei called down to her friend as the blue-haired girl began her trek down the shrine steps. Honestly, sometimes Rei considered herself living on a different plane of existence because of the gulf separating her from the real world, her shrine floating high above the cares and smog of cosmopolitan Tokyo. Since Usagi, Makoto, and Minako were off on that stupid trip, Rei and Ami were continuing the daily meetings. "Goodbye Rei, I'll see you later!" Ami was halfway down the stairs when Ranma came strolling his his normal clothes covered with a white medical labcoat in-turn covered by a thick woolen coat. "Ranma-san?" Ranma looked up at the sound of his name and met the blue-eyes of Ami Mizuno, which in turn reminded him to visit Chisato again. "Oh, hello Ami, nice to see you again." [He remembered my name!] "Uh…what brings you here?" She began to dance from foot to foot as he flashed her a roguish smile. "I've just come to pay my respects to the Shrine, what brings you here?" "I've just come to talk with my friend, the keeper's daughter." "Oh, Rei-san." "Y-yes…? You know her?" Ami took the opportunity to take a few steps down, marveling at his firm stature and mentally undressing him as she reached out to encircle his arm. "Hino-san has asked me to train Rei-san in the proper use of ki, it's an energy source utilized by martial artists and Shinto ceremony." Ranma looked up at the plumes of lustful ki emanating from the top, no doubt Rei was getting frustrated with her fingers. "I'll be late for our training, excuse me, Mizuno-san." He pulled his arm from her grasp and stepped up. "Would it be a terrible bother if I stayed and watched your training?" "Um…I'm sorry, Mizuno-san, but perhaps some other time. Rei has yet to truly understand the basic principles of ki, until she has proper control I can't vouch for your safety." Ami looked down at her feet and fidgeted, embarrassed by her own forwardness. "I'm very sorry…I shouldn't have asked…" "No, don't worry about it, once she knows some stuff I'll let you sit in, okay? Listen, would you tell your mother I'll be by tonight if she likes?" "Uh huh. Um, Ranma? If you don't mind my asking, what exactly is your relationship with my mother?" She knew she wasn't going to like his answer… "We're lovers, 'casual sex' you know?" Ranma freely admitted it, he had nothing to hide. "I…see." Ami turned around, not wanting Ranma to see the tears pouring down her face. "I'll tell her, I'm sure she'd love for you to come for dinner." With that she ran down the stairs and away from the face of her lost first love. After she was far down the steps and under the coverlet of dark trees Ranma restarted his trek. Old man Hino was sweeping the grounds as Ranma crested the hill. "Good afternoon, young man- Oh! It's you Ranma." "Good afternoon Hino-san. Is Rei in?" He assumed she was since Ami had passed by no longer than five minutes ago and there were no alternate ways down the hill. "She's in with the Flame waiting for you." Toustoustache-and-bearded man leaned against his broom as he scratched his head. "If you don't mind my asking Ranma, what exactly are you doing with my granddaughter?" Ranma looked taken aback. Did he know? "I'm training her in my technique of ki manipulation, just like you asked me to, why do you ask?" "And how are you going about it if you don't mind my asking?" The old man's flinty eyes sparkled in the sunlight, he obviously knew what they were doing. "You obviously know how I'm training her." "I do the laundry around here much of the time, I knew the moment your training began." The old man raised a hand to stop the flood of excuses Ranma was about to bombard him with, little did he know Ranma had no intention of apologizing. "I just want to know if you truly care for my little girl or if this is just how you get your jollies." Ranma bowed low to the older man. "Hino-san, I truly care for your daughter or else I would not have trained her, because of the rather 'personal' nature of the training procedure I would only train those I felt close to…Rei counts among them." Hino chuckled and knuckled his spine, stretching before plodding back towards the house. "Do you oppose our continued 'training'?" "Of course not, Ranma-san! I always wanted great-grandchildren, you just make sure you treat her well, you hear?" The door shut with a sharp clack of wood on wood, a sound which penetrated the still tranquility of the shrine grounds. On the back of the chilled breeze Ranma heard Rei moan out his name. With a grin he walked towards the hut. ---Much later that night--- Ranma walked past the Tendo residence on his way back to the clinic at about eleven. He'd been in Juuban much of the day, taking three hours to train Rei and keep that goofy satiated grin plastered on her face and another five to have dinner with Chisato and Ami. Truly it had been a good day, he got a step further with Kasumi, accepted the go-ahead from Hino-san to fuck Rei senseless and got his pipes cleaned twice. Because of his jovial and post coital high he was whistling as he cut through the park on his way home. Minako and Makoto would be back in a day, Christmas was in three, and New Year's five days after that - he had a full schedule for the next two weeks. The air was cold and a layer of frost blanketed the ground as he pulled his coat tighter around his neck. He was wearing a scarf earlier but it was now caked with Ami's discharge so he thought better of wearing it - it was folded up in one of his interior pockets. He knew Ami lusted after him just like he knew that with a few weeks worth of prodding the blue-haired senshi would override her conscience and jump his bones. That night had been proof. He had arrived at about five with a bottle of brandy and a tiramisu, which ended up being perfect because Chisa had made Italian pasta for dinner. It was obvious she'd gone out of her way to make the dinner romantic, candlelit meal with coffee and drinks before a roaring fire afterward - it was like a scene from a woman's sappy romance novel. Still, he had appreciated the thought and as such gifted upon his host an Earth-shattering orgasm as she lay spasming on her black leather couch. As he thrust into her or orally pleasured her sweet cunt, he was well aware of Ami's lusty eyes watching his every move. He'd seen her when Chisa first came. They'd been drinking the brandy and were necking when the elder Mizuno almost tore off her dress to reveal nothing underneath. Ranma had shred his clothes as she messaged his cock and sucked at the pearly liquids spattering the floor as he sat on the couch. With the soft leather under his ass, Ranma sat back and allowed her to suckle at his member until he'd shot a thick burst of semen in her face and down her cleavage, the horny woman collecting the thick ejaculate and smearing it into her pubic hair. Next he sat up, still spurting short ropes of sperm on the floor as he did so, and threw her roughly on the furniture, depressing her passion points. She cried out as he lightly whispered his fingers down her flanks, the sensation multiplied tenfold, until his mouth clamped down over her honeypot. Ranma lifted her behind up in the air so he could go down on her and penetrated with his tongue, the thick muscle lapping at the thick mucus spewing out of her hole. That had been the end for her as she scream so loudly that if Ami had not been standing on the steps it would have no doubt called her down, her creamy cum shooting up at the ceiling and splashing over her face and the floor behind the couch. As the flood subsided and Chisa moaned in renewed pleasure as he pinched her nipples, Ranma's eyes flashed upward to stare straight into Ami's eyes. He'd seen lust there, lust and something else…what had he done to the Gods to warrant such a cruel fate? It seemed that every woman he met fell in love with him, no matter what he tried to do to the contrary, it just wasn't fair! As Ranma passed the lake and the boat rentals, he caught sight of a pale leg lying under the shadow of a tree. Being a physician as well as a world-class pervert and lover, Ranma wove through the grove to where a motionless woman lay curled under the pine needles. She looked about thirty, with alabaster skin and dark green hair, dressed in what could only be described as a black lace evening gown complete with black lace choker. A pair of tinted sunglasses dangled off her face. The dress was strapless, exposing her creamy white shoulders and the tops of her rounded breasts, all looking very much like marble in the moonlight. She was barefoot and as Ranma leaned closer he could see faint trails of salt - a result of dried tears. Realizing at once that it was almost ten below with the wind, and that she wasn't dressed remotely acceptable for such climes, he lifted her off the soft indentation in the grass and across to his clinic. The glasses fell to the frozen blades of grass. The good thing was that she was extremely light and that Ranma enjoyed the perverse thrill of feeling her breasts push into his back. Locking the door behind him lest an irate Tendo break in to wound him during the night, Ranma carried his newest charge up the stairs and into his living quarters. In a flash she was underneath the blanket of his kotatsu with the heater on full blast, all in a vain attempt to raise her temperature. Ranma flourished his ki into her body, the warmth making him sweat as the woman's skin retained the paleness of death and the chill of ice. If he didn't do anything soon she would die of hypothermia! In a flash of brilliance it occurred to him: use the furo! Of course! He rushed in to prepare the bath and found it empty, a state that was quickly fixed as he turned on the hot water faucet. Moving back to where his pale companion lay, Ranma lifted her so that she was in a sitting position and unzipped the black dress down the back. Peeling the dress off her frigid body like an insect skin, Ranma discarded his own clothes for what seemed the hundredth time that day and carried her into the bathroom, laying her inert form on the tiles of the tub as it filled slowly with scalding water. He waited until the water crested her nipples before turning it off, the steam fogging up the glass doors. He reached into the water and gripped her arm, feeling a little warmth begin to seep back into the limb. He was glad for that, to lose such a beauty to death so young was a blow to humanity! "Where am I?" The question was asked very nonchalantly, with no hint of weakness or fear. The woman did not open her eyes. Ranma leaned over the edge and helped her sit up, turning the hot water back on to finish filling the furo. "In case you can't tell, you're in a furo at my clinic." "Are who are you?" The woman still did not open her eyes, she simply sat back in the lapping hot liquid and heavy steam of the bathing room. "I'm Ranma Saotome, the guy who rescued you." "So what would my savior like as a reward? Money? Power?" A slim hand slid down the length of her body and moved into the juncture of her thighs. The well-manicured digits slipped into her womanhood and opened the folds, releasing a visible plume of fluids into the water. "Cream?" Ranma swallowed hard, she was offering after all…but no! No! He wouldn't give in just yet, not until he'd found out why she was in the park on a glacial night such as this. "Let's discuss the terms of my reward later, for right now I'd like to make sure you're alright. You were cold as Death before." The woman seemed to smile at the simile. "I should have been…I've been under that tree since this morning." "May I ask why?" "I wanted to die." She replied matter-of-factly. "I have nothing to live for now so I may as well die." She sat up from the water and opened her eyes which were yellow with soft gray pupils. "You did nothing expect postpone the inevitable." First one unsteady foot fell on the tile floor, then another before she shook violently and fell into his arms. "Come on, you're still weak, let's get you into bed." "My, my, aren't we forward?" The woman stumbled as he wrapped her in a towel and almost carried her into the adjacent room where he dried her off and tucked her under the kotatsu again, clad in a spare pair of his clothes. "I'm still wet…down there." She had closed her eyes again but he could detect the mirth underlying her teasing. "Than you can dry yourself, much as I'd like to touch you, I won't take advantage of a sick, weak girl." Makoto hadn't been weak or sick, unless you count 'lovesick' as an ailment. Minako was kind of sick in the head, but in his book her kind of sickness was invigorating to see in someone else, he supposed they complimented each other. "Now you just lie down and I'll bring you tea and we'll talk about why you want to kill yourself." As the woman gave no response to the contrary, Ranma prepared the Amazon blend and brought it over to her side, placing the tray on the low table. "Look at this, I didn't think I'd have so much excitement tonight." "Oh yes, I'm just a barrel of laughs when I'm like this." Ranma chose to ignore her sarcasm. "The tea smells good, it's an Amazon blend of herbs, isn't it?" "Yes, how do you know?" Perhaps they had something in common to talk about, something to get her out of this borderline catatonia. She sat up with his help and rested against one of his back supports, a kind of chair-back that fit under a cushion so one could lean back, her face suddenly looking even more haggard and worn than before. "I've been around. Is Cologne still Matriarch?" "She retired this year, she wanted to train Shampoo to take her place." "I always knew she had a soft spot for that girl," she sipped lightly at her tea, "it was so obvious in the way she trained her. You could tell she didn't want to hurt her." "I don't know about that, Shampoo gets hurt enough during the training. Tell me more about yourself, I'd love to hear how you met the Amazons, my introduction wasn't the best let me tell you." He cracked a smile and grasped her wrist, shocked to discover she was still cold, certainly not icy as before but still unhealthy. "Don't try to change the subject, 'Doctor' Ranma Saotome, I'm still going to kill myself." She finished her tea and leaned back a bit more, giving Ranma a voyeuristic view down the open neck of his shirt that served as her top. Her nipples were rosy red and erect. "Why?" Ranma held her up as he pulled out the support and rested her back on her chest, in essence having her sit between his legs as he held her up. "What can be so bad that you want to take your own life?" "The man I loved, the man who was my entire world rejected me. That's why I want to die." "Is that all? If the guy's so stupid he doesn't see how devoted you are to him, he doesn't deserve you. That's no reason to end your life." "That sappy line only works in shojo manga, 'Doctor', and I don't expect you to understand why that rejection was so shattering." She tilted her head back as he tugged lightly at her short hair, the naturally wavy hair tangling as it dried. He felt her body lean heavily against his as he ran his short nails over her scalp. "I have nothing left to live for." "You're mistaken." Ranma was still running his hands through her hair, messaging her scalp as he felt her almost imperceptibly lean more and more on his chest as if her whole body was melting. "Do you know the saying 'there is only one love, one love with many faces'?" He softly whispered in her ear. "Mmm…no I haven't 'Doctor', it sounds like a typically asinine mortal thing to say." She tilted her head back further as she felt the invigorating pull of his hands through her forests of green locks. "Did you just say 'mortal'? What does that make you?" "I didn't mean it, just forget it…" Her hands were lying lightly at her sides as Ranma continued his ministrations. She was perfectly relaxed. "You're a misanthrope, aren't you "And proud of it too, it's what's gotten me through the years." He saw her smirk. "In this world it's either you or them." "Well, I suppose I agree with you there, at least in some cases. Anyway, what the saying means or the belief behind the saying is that at the moment one love dies another is born. You never know, maybe that new love is already out there, searching for you?" "Hmph, like that's likely to happen, no I just think that that's another line humans say to deal with the pain of rejection, just another bed-time story to help them cope with the harsh realities of the world." "But we have to have those things, otherwise all the world would kill themselves the moment they were born." "How so?" "When we're born, all we want is to go back into the womb but we can't. Life is full of disappointments. You can't just give up because something didn't go your way." Ranma had produced a brush somewhere along the line and was combing through her hair as she lay there with her eyes closed absorbing his every word. "I suppose you're right…in a way, but you still can't understand why I have to die." "Than why don't you explain it? It might help." He sniffed her hair, breathing in a cloud of her scent as sweet as blueberries. She settled a bit more in his lap. "It can't be that bad." "No, it's just like a told you, I was rejected. That doesn't change, it's just that you won't believe the rest of my story." "Try me." He'd seen his fair share of the unusual. "I'm a vampire." "Okay." Her eyes flipped open and gazed upward to see the look of genuine belief on his face, there was no sign of the sneering sardonic wit she was used to, instead she saw that he truly believed her statement. "So what does that have to do with this lost love of yours?" "Y-you believe me?" "Of course." "But why?! I could just be some crackpot off the street!" "I guess I'm just a caring individual who believes people." "You're the stupid trusting type aren't you?" "And proud of it!" Ranma laid his hands on either side of her head and felt the icy chill of her skin, the silky finish of her cheeks. "You're getting cold again." "I was turned two hundred years ago by a powerful male vampire called 'Mosquiton' whom I followed and loved for one hundred years." Ranma could detect tears and many years of heartbreak written between the lines of her voice. "He…he died. He was killed and I was lost." "Than why have you waited so long to kill yourself?" "I'm getting to that, 'Doctor', keep your pants on - I know how difficult it is for you men to keep your little pecker soft." She flashed him an annoyed glance before closing her eyes and continuing her story. "I wandered the world in mourning for my love, meeting many people and seeing the world change, until eighty years ago in Hong Kong. I found out that he was still alive, resurrected by a little brat of a girl who dared to have the same name as I!" Her voice rose in anger and she gnashed her teeth as she spit out the bitch's name. "Inaho…the little cunt found my love's tomb and brought him back to help her gain immortality." "Wait." Ranma waved his hand in front of her eyes which opened in response to his query. "Why didn't this Mosquiton guy just bite her…bang instant immortality!" "The little bitch was too vain to let her 'charming beauty' marred by the curse of vampire blood, she wanted to find the 'O Parts', relics of a race of beings from before man walked on the Earth: the Star Lords. I-I confronted him, I begged him to come back with me but he said he loved the cunt!" A ring of red formed around her eyes, her anger was forcing her vampire powers to manifest. "She had the same name, the same haircut, almost the same face! He chose her over me because of the fucking bonding that occurs when a vampire is resuscitated. I tried to take him back." "It didn't work, did it…" "No. No it didn't but I still had hope for him, blasted fool that I was. I visited him last night at her apartment in Hong Kong. She was on her deathbed. Feh! Humans only last so long, that's why you can't let yourself fall for them: one generation and they die." Tears of blood began to roll down her alabaster cheeks, pooling on his pants on either side of her head. Suddenly she opened her eyes wide and he saw her true form; her eyes were pits of blood with yellow pupils, trails of blood running from the chalices of her sockets down her face. "He said he wanted to die with her…heh, he said that he would have taken his own life but it was good I was there, he wanted me to kill him forever. Can you believe it? He had the gall to ask me help him unite with her in the afterlife!?" Drops of blood spilled from her eyes as she shot forward and out of his lap, looking down at her shaking hands as red rain fell on her blanket. "What did you do?" Ranma moved closer to her, easing her back against his chest as she sobbed crimson, rubbing her shoulders - trying to comfort her. "I…I…I loved him so much that I had to do as he askeI kiI killed him, I killed him with my bare hands and by God I regret what I did!" Her body twisted and she buried her face in his chest, hitting his arms with all her strength as wracking sobs shook her weakened body. "I wanted him…I wanted to be with him forever! I was his wife! I was the one who searched for him for a hundred years! But…but…but I gave him away to another woman. Wh-why? Why did I do that?" She looked up at his , he, her hands reaching up and cupping his cheeks, bringing his eyes down to meet hers. "Why did I do that? Why!!!???" Ranma brought his hands up and pulled her into his arms, her cheeks were streaked with blood and she couldn't afford to lose anymore. "You did it because you loved him. Love isn't logical. Sure you loved him with all your heart but in the end you loved him so much that you couldn't refuse his last wish. That's just the way love is, don't ask me why." He thought of how many women loved him with all their souls, Makoto, Ami, Rei, Chisato, Minako; would they do that for him? Could they love him enough to destroy him if he asked them to? He looked down at the top of her head as she wept in his shirt, smoothing her hair comfortingly like a child. The blood was there. The drug of life, intoxicating, invigorating, powerful. It pumped from the wellspring of destiny and into her mouth. It was so close she could taste it - the narcotic that would end all her suffering. With a feral snarl, Inaho sunk her talons into the muscles of his arms, pinning him to the floor as he yelped in fright. She would have it, she would have a love as everlasting as Mosquiton's, she deserved it! She would have it… "What are you doing?!" Ranma gazed up at the bestial features of Inaho's full vampire form, her elongated canines dragging across her lips as she smiled lovingly at his fear-filled face. "I'm making my dreams come true." She said in a quiet voice, it wasn't a guttural cry nor a whisper, it was an intimate voice with a message just for him. For a fraction of a second her features returned to normal, her pained fragile eyes wavering into his, and in that moment Ranma closed his eyes and turned his head to the side to expose his neck. "R-Ranma…" There was a pregnant pause as she struggled to codify her feelings. "Thank you." She leaned forward and they kissed, a gentle kiss between soul mates, before Inaho sunk her fangs into his jugular. Ranma felt no pain as she drank, filling herself with new life in both meanings of the word: she was taking in his life to revitalize her body and also creating a new future for herself. She sucked at his neck passionately, her mind whisked away by the ecs tha that blood brought. She moaned loudly as Ranma's mouth found her throat and bit deeply into it, the coppery tang of her ancient life flowing down his throat. Inaho felt his penis stiffen as they drank, the massive tool restrained by his pant leg as her passion flowed down her thighs in streams. Both cried out as they came, all the blood of the other inside their bellies soon to be redistributed, they were part of one another more than any normal lovers could hope to be - they were free. ---"???"--- Urd sweatdropped. Toltiir sweatdropped. Belldandy sweatdropped. "That's not how I wanted it to happen!" Mosquiton slammed his fist on the console. "That wasn't supposed to happen!!!!" Urd smiled nervously. "I guess he really is irresistible…heh…who would've thought." "Things are proceeding according to plan." Dimetri Maximoff (or Maximov, whatever ^_^;) smirked as he watched his vampire friend whimper about how nothing he did ever worked right. He slit open his finger with a nail and let four drops of blood fall towards the floor. They never hit the marble. ---Midgard--- Ranma and Inaho lay curled on the quilt for four hours in a pool of their own coagulated blood before they finished digesting their respective 'meals'. During that time of unconsciousness, neither noticed four drops of blood appear out of nowhere and fall into both of their wounds, two in each. The sun was rising when they did finally awake, the sight of which wasn't particularly brightening to either of them, and gazed at each other. Inaho was back to normal. Both of their wounds had healed already she noticed as she touched his cheek with her hand and turned his face towards her own. "Why?" "Because you needed help, you needed something to keep you here. You needed something to live for, it was the only thing I could think of…I'm sorry." She sat up and brought him forward, embracing him as crystal tears flowed from her eyes. Real tears of joy and relief. "Don't say 'I'm sorry'! I should be saying that to you, I should be thanking you for what you did!" They both stood up and Ranma noticed that he'd grown an inch in height and probably a lot in strength, he could feel the power pulsing in his arms as he held her close. "Ranma, Ranma, you just cursed yourself!" "No I didn't, it's not a curse with people like you around with me." She looked up at him for a few moments, unable to comprehend what made this previously mortal man so agapic. "Thank you, Ranma." She lifted her head and they kissed, not gently like the night before but passionately like lovers. Outside the world began to move forward again, people awakening to the dawning of a new day but for two people it was the dawning of a new life. ---"???"--- "Oh my! Urd, your avatar is certainly doing good for the universe. This is as touching as with that Kino girl, you raised a compassionate young man." Belldandy dabbed at her eyes as Urd saw Dimetri and Mosquiton outside. "I'm glad you think so, Sis, I think I'm going to make a few more modifications, though, just in case." A deafening clap of thunder shook the foundations of Urd's apartment rattling the two goddesses inside. "Okay, okay! I was just kidding! Sheesh, touchy!" ---Nerima--- Kasumi watched her sisters walk casually off to school as she swept the deck. Her father was reading the paper in the tearoom and she believed that Mr. Yamada from down the street was coming to play shogi for a bit, if her assumption was correct than she would have some time to walk over to the clinic. She looked back into the house and the twin donburi wrapped neatly in a cloth on the kitchen counter. Surely two bowls would be enough? Although he did look extremely fit, perhaps she should make another? Leaning the bamboo broom propped up against the doorframe, Kasumi bid goodbye to her father and left the house with Ranma's breakfast. It wasn't too early she reasoned for her to be arriving at the clinic, Dr. Tofu had always been open before the children were off to school. Kasumi greeted the assorted housewives out shopping already and make a short stop at the grocery store for miso. She really didn't know why he seemed to have such an unsettling effect on her, it just seemed that when he was near she panicked or did something stupid. It was almost like she had no control over her body. The fact remained that in her (uninformed) opinion, Ranma was a caring gentleman who was kind enough to give her family a hand. Idly she wondered if Nabiki needed a boyfriend, Ranma would be the perfect choice - besides it would make him one of the family. No sooner had the idea crossed her mind than she was standing at the stoop outside his clinic. The oak doors were wide open and inviting but she could detect no scent of cooked foods which in her mind rang alarms. It was a good thing she had arrived when she had, otherwise Ranmaht nht never have had a balanced breakfast. Hesitating no longer, she walked through the threshold and into the slightly darker waiting room. "Hello? Is anyone here?" A grunt sounded from the stairs leading down to the basement and soon the top of Ranma's head crested the steps. A massive box was in his arms. "Good morning, Kasumi, what brings you here so early?" He sat the carton on his desk and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. "I've brought you some breakfast." She smiled as she lifted both arms slightly to show her bags. "If you don't mind waiting I can prepare some miso soup as well." "That'd be prefect, Kasumi, I haven't eaten yet. Do you know where the kitchenette is?" She nodded and headed upstairs into his apartment, not noticing how Ranma's eyes followed her long legs up the stairs until he peeked up her skirt. He wasn't surprised by the pure virginal white cotton underclothes she wore, he'd have figured her for the kind of closet fetishist he fantasized about but perhaps that was too much of a stretch. As the happy homemaker entered the room the first thing she noticed was the futon lying open and haphazardly strewn in a corner. A frown creased her brow at the sight of it, as well as the clothes piled atop. The smell of sweat and…something else…something she couldn't quite put her finger on, it was familiar to be sure but elusive. Kasumi opened the windows facing the street and let the cold breeze cleanse the room of its sexual stigma. Of course Kasumi had no inkling as to the cause of that peculiar smell for if she had she probably would have run out immediately. Inaho lay back in the furo, finished with her washing and satisfied that all traces of dried blood were gone from her skin. She really had missed a decent Japanese bath in her years away and was enjoying the experience to it's fullest. As the steam curled around her body and her hair was straight and slicked back with moisture, she pondered exactly what she was going to do about Ranma. He wasn't fully Vampire yet, it would take a few more feedings to trigger the change but the damage had been done, he would experience certain effects such as greater strength and speed as well as the fangs. Why had she let herself go and do that to him? She hadn't meant to, that was for sure, now she would have to deal with the consequences. He was quite handsome, she reasoned, and intelligent. It wouldn't be that bad if she stayed, besides they had a blood bond now so she couldn't very well just leave him, not to mention the urge she had to make love to him. She closed her eyes in pleasure as her hand moved unconsciously to her slit, sinking her index finger into her sheath as her hand turned to rub against her canal. She moaned softly as she peaked, shuddering in pleasure for a few moments more as she fingered herself to another powerful, but not as satisfying, climax. As her orgasm subsided she opened her eyes and stared at the dripping ceiling. "I guess I'll stay with him…for a little while." She pulled the stopper with her toe and stepped out of the water, thrusting her head back and whipping her wet hair down her back. She dried off in the anteroom and pulled the outfit Ranma found for her out of the dryer, pulling the new pair of panties Ranma just happened to have lying about up her creamy legs and fitting the crotch snuggly over her mons. Feeling much stronger after her recent infusion of fresh blood and her bath, Inaho slid open the door and stepped out into the apartment to change. Kasumi, meanwhile, had just finished the final touches on her miso soup when Inaho stepped out of the bathroom. Inaho paid the gaping woman no mind as she pulled on the tight women's T-shirt and slacks, walking downstairs before Kasumi had a chance to break from her shock. No sooner had that been done than the eldest Tendo carried the tray down to Ranma's desk. He was looking over a page of test results; Inaho was fixing her hair in the mirror. "Oh, it smells delicious, Kasumi, thank you for being so considerate." Ranma smiled up at her as she set a bowl of soup and rice before him, careful not to spill anything on the reports. "I…I brought extra just in case your friend hadn't eaten." Inaho sashayed over to the table and took the offered dishes, sitting down in a chair next to Ranma. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." "This is my new nurse, Inaho, Kasumi. She's going to be living in the apartment upstairs and helping me with the clinic." The brown-haired girl let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, why had the idea of Ranma sleeping with Inaho upset her so? "Nice to meet you, Kasumi." Inaho smiled at the human. "A pleasure." Both bowed slightly to one another and silence reigned as they ate. After the two finished their meal and Kasumi left after Ranma promised her he'd come to the Dojo for dinner that night, the pig-tailed man and his new assistant started getting ready for their first patient of the day, a Mrs. Kaori Hibiki. ---The Gates of Time--- Setsuna Meiou watched as the vampire and his half-human consort molested an innocent Japanese housewife, her gaze absorbing the images of degradation and lust as Ranma brutally sodomized Kaori Hibiki to the tune of her ecstatic cries of pleasure. Such sights rarely moved her to the extent to which she now felt, humping the Garnet Orb as her sparkling juices dribblewn twn the shaft and screaming shrilly as she came. She couldn't recall a time in her ancient memory when she had given in to her lust so often, sometimes fingering herself for hours on end in rhythm to Ranma's thrusts into a screaming, willing participant. As she hand moved the slick shaft in and out the Senshi of Pluto allowed her mind to wander, remembering back to the day when she had first seen Ranma in action with the Emperor's daughter. As she drifted off into fantasy, Ranma and Inaho switched positions on the begging form of Kaori. Ranma was now on his knees as Ryoga Hibiki's mother did her best impersonation of a sword-swallower on his cock as Inaho's legs were wrapped around his head as he licked her pussy all while Kaori fingered herself. Setsuna's eyes went glassy as she shuddered through her two-hundred and fiftieth orgasm of the day, climaxing simultaneously with Ranma as thick spurts of his white jizz flew and splattered over Kaori's face. Ranma allowed her to quickly jerk the rest of his sperm out of his testicles, the semen shot out like water from a firehose until the Hibiki in front of him was dripping with cream. The Gate's view magnified on the mother's smiling cum-covered face at Setsuna's telepathic command and the Guardian of the Timestream licked the wavering image as if she could taste the semen. A geyser of mucus shot from her twat as she thrust her ass out, the staff plugged up in her hole quite nicely. Finally falling to the floor in exhaustion, the last thing Setsuna remembered before falling asleep was Inaho asking Ranma if he planned on having a dual practice. ---"???"--- "Have you ever heard of the term 'overkill'?" Asked the black cat to the platinum goddess. "You're one to talk, furball." ---Nerima, that night--- Ranma whistled to himself as he walked towards the Tendo Dojo. Inaho was out feeding that night so he was free to do as he pleased, she'd probably be home the next morning. He felt a stirring in his crotch as he thought about Kasumi, he couldn't just bed her quickly, her kind of girl required an altogether gentle touch. Her sister, Nabiki, on the other hand was a different story. The short-haired bitch needed to be taught a stern lesson for sending Akane after him. He'd found out about Akane and her violent tendencies from the Furinkan nurse, Sakura. Apparently she was a loose cannon of a martial artist that needed a firm kick in the ass for beating on those weaker than her, or so he had gathered. Whatever the case, Ranma didn't like her one bit especially because of her attack the day before. The lights were on as he entered the compound and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for Kasumi to answer. The night was warmer than the previous day but not by much, shivering he wished he'd bought a warmer coat. After a few minutes of waited Kasumi answered the door dressed in what seemed a normal outfit for her, mousy housewife fare with a long red skirt and a yellow sweater. Ranma nearly cried at seeing such a beautiful body hidden under such plebian wrappings. "Good evening, Ranma, please come in!" She smiled at him as he grinned back and left his shoes in the foyer. "I just set the table for dinner." "Smells delicious as always, Kasumi, thank you for having me in your home." She blushed at that comment and hung his coat in the closet, taking him by the arm and leading him to the dining room. Of course such physical contact was immediately recognized and interpreted by the Tendos gathered in the room as a sign of affection. "Kasumi, won't you introduced us to your friend?" Soun Tendo looked up from his paper and assessed the young man. Martial artist without a doubt, suppressed ki levels, extreme close contact with Kasumi, due to these observations Soun began to dance about proclaiming that his little girl was going to get married. Akane glared at him but wasn't about to make a move for fear of incurring Kasumi's wrath. Nabiki glared at him simply for entering her house. "What brings you here, doctor?" Nabiki twisted the word 'doctor' with sarcasm, leading to a firm slap on the behind. "Ahh! What the hell was that!?" Nabiki jumped up and scanned the room, holding her stinging hot rump with a hand. Something or someone had slapped her behind and they weren't going to get away with it! Ranma snickered from his place beside Kasumi across the room as she apologized for her younger sister's behavior, citing that her family always acted like this when she had people come over. Ranma nodded sagely and looked up at Nabiki. "Are you alright, Nabiki?" "No I most certainly am not! Something just slapped my ass!" "Nabiki! I won't allow such language at the dinner table!" Kasumi's look was enough to silence the middle Tendo and she dutifully sat back down, wincing as her stinging cheek rubbed against the rough denim of her cutoffs. She didn't like wearing panties with shorts. Ranma smiled at her pout and sat down beside Kasumi's spot, the one usually designated to Soun but since he was dancing around outside Ranma guessed he wouldn't be in for dinner. The shit hit the fan when Kasumi stepped back inside the kitchen for rice. "What the hell do you think you're doing to my sister, pervert!" Akane demanded, turning to their 'guest' and pulling him up by the collar. "I suggest you let go of me right now." Ranma's voice was soft as a whisper but held surprising weight, at least to Nabiki, Akane was still in rage mode and as such wasn't paying attention. When he was not released, Ranma frowned and clasped her wrists. "I warned you." In a flash Akane's hands were off his collar and down her pants, teasing herself with wild abandon. It was odd that Kasumi couldn't hear Akane's moans though… "What the hell did you do to her?!" Nabiki was at her violent sister's side, desperately trying to ease the younger girl's hands from her panties. As Akane moaned and gnashed her teeth in pleasure. "I used a passion point which drives the victim into heightened arousal, if not for her hands, your dear sister Akane would be begging for cock." Ranma narrowed his eyes at the mercenary girl. "Would you like to try it?" He teased. "Release her!" Nabiki could hear Kasumi coming up the hall with the rice cooker. "Now?" "Or what? She deserves it for attacking me the other day, I think the humiliation will suffice. Don't worry, she's in no pain." Ranma sat down at the table just as Kasumi entered. The smile that she entered with melted to an annoyed line as she saw what Akane was doing under the table. "Akane! How disgusting! I won't allow thort ort of thing at the dinner table, you go straight upstairs and sit in your room!" Akane continued her orgasmic moans and ripped off her slacks and panties in her haste for climax. Kasumi blushed and covered Ranma's eyes, although not before he'd had a good look at Akane's shaved snatch and her thin fingers pistoning in and out of the deliciously swollen entrance. Bitch she may be, but Ranma was sure Akane's cunt would be an experience to savor; not that he was going to mind you, but whoever the poor sap was, Ranma prayed he survived the foreplay. Nabiki grabbed her youngest sister before their father passed by again on his second lap around the house and pulled her upstairs, leaving a smeared trail of honey on the wood floors. "I'm very sorry you had to see that, Ranma-san. Akane was always a late bloomer…well, I suppose you know after all you are a doctor." Kasumi produced a towel and lay it over the wet spot on the floor where Akane had been sitting. "Once Nabiki returns we can begin." "Don't worry about it Kasumi, these sorts of thing occur often during adolescence." Of course they really didn't but he had to cover his ass, didn't he? "I understand perfectly. Perhaps you'd let me examine her, make sure there's nothing wrong?" "Oh my that would be wonderfu Kas Kasumi beamed at him with her smile and her nipples, unaware of the subconscious reaction Ranma had on her body. "Sometimes I worry about her, she can be so violent after all and the schools calls us on numerous occasions." "Bring her by when she calms down, I'll take a look and make sure everything's alright." The effect would last for another forty-eight hours he knew, he just hoped Kasumi was wise enough to make her drink every now and then or else the constant orgasms would dehydrate her body. "Just make sure she drinks a lot of fluids to replace the ones she's losing." He gestured to the slime trail leading to the second floor. Kasumi blushed anew as the smell of Akane's musk drifted through the house, she'd have to air the rooms out now. Soun ran by on his third lap of the grounds, he held a marriage proclamation in one hand and a bottle of sake in the other. From the looks of it the Tendo patriarch had started one before the other as the kanji on the proclamation were little more than drunken splashes of black. Nabiki appeared from the stairs looking very embarrassed by Akane's condition and wiped her hands unconsciously on her shorts. "Oh good, it seems that we can start now." Kasumi served Nabiki rice and sat down next to Ranma as they ate. The dinner proceeded in silence for the most part until the end when the catty middle sister decided that enough was enough. "Ranma? Would you pass me the soy sauce?" Nabiki reached out her hand to grasp the thin-necked bottle but just as Ranma stretched forward she knocked it out of his grip and onto Kasumi. "Oh no! Kasumi that's your favorite sweater!" Ranma shot her glance that read 'you really think that's going to work?' before helping the shell shocked Kasumi into the kitchen. "Are you alright?" Ranma sat Kasumi down like a marionette, she sat stiffly and didn't even bat an eyelash as Akane's thunderous thrusts upstairs rocked the house to its very foundations. The shock of being so dirty had thrown the eldest sister's mind intotailtailspin. She knew she should be taking the garment off and soaking so it wouldn't stain but her body refused to work. Kasumi, the girl who worked day and night to keep her home clean was defiled by an errant bottle of soy and the clumsy fingers of her sister. "Kasumi!?" Ranma's voice seemed to break her out of the stupor enough that she turned to him slowly. "I-I…I'm dirty, Ranma-san." Ranma blushed as he construe the comment in a ribald manner while she meant it in a completely innocent way. "I'm dirty." "I know." Ranma had a nervous panic in his eyes as he looked for a way out. He was beginning to think the whole family was nuts, Akane with her over-the-top violence, Nabiki with her sluttish / mercenary demeanor, and now Kasumi - in a coma because soy sauce stained her shirt! Soun drunkenly loped by with another bottle of sake in his hands. And let's not forget the emotionally unstable patriarch. Ranma sweatdropped. He was in a madhouse… "Help me out of these clothes would you, Ranma-san?" Kasumi began pulling off her sweater to expose her full breasts, firm and round without the aid of a bra. …Well, may as well make the best of it… Ranma helped Kasumi out of her sweater and shirt in a happy coma, unable to believe that Kasumi had no sense of feminine modesty. When she urged him to go back and finish eating Ranma returned to the dining room still in a daze. "Hey Saotome, why don't you cut the crap." Nabiki's husky voice snapped him back into the present and out of his imaginary world of lecherous Kasumi clones. "Why don't you just leave my family alone?" She had the superior smirk on her face that Ranma detested. It only took one moment for Ranma to go from a lecherous imbecile to a smooth-talking seducer. "And why would I want to do that?" Ranma wiped a bit of drool from mouth. He flared his ki and grabbed Nabiki, flinging her into the air like a rag doll and catching her in the stomach as she fell. "I think you've been a naughty girl." Nabiki felt her wet shorts peel away from her naked ass, the juices glistening off her bush of pubic hair as he pulled them down. She was still suspended in the air as he laughed and watched the gooey dribble of lust flow out her cunt and splatter on the wooden deck. She was cold now because the doors leading out to the patio were open. Ranma turned her body to face him as he touched her passion points. "Now I think I'll demonstrate what I could've done to Akane." Nabiki's body was on fire, she had to climax or she'd go insane. The dribble became a torrent of fluids just flowing out of her slit as her hands were trapped by invisible bonds, she couldn't gain release. Not to mention the fact that Ranma was pulling down his pants. Freeing his cock from the harness and letting it's full length bob in front of her transfixed eyes, Ranma moved around to her cunt and slowly slid two fingers into the molten flood, plugging the orifice as his penis slapped her stomach and face. Each time it shot upward with one of his involuntary spasms Nabiki tried to catch it in her mouth but all she did was swallow air as he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "Ah, ah, ah…I don't want you to have a taste of that treat until you agree not to stand in my way of getting Kasumi." "I'll…I'll…do…anything! Just make me cum!" Nabiki squealed in delight as Ranma began pumping his foreign fingers into her pussy, bringing his enormous manhood up and into her mouth as she moaned around the organ in pleasure. Swirling her tongue over the crown and rubbing the shaft with her hands kept her occupied as he began to eat her out, sucking the wetness from her folds and lapping at her clit alternately. Kasumi was still downstairs trying to get the stain out of her sweater. Nabiki orgasmed ten times before he set her down on the frozen grass, her hot nipples sighing in pleasure as the cool blades dispersed the building heat in her body. Ranma stepped off the porch and onto the grass with his pants around his ankles, his penis jutting to the side as he shoved her face roughly into the grass and mounted her. He knew she got a kick out of being dominated, the strong possessive types always loved being taken roughly. In one hard thrust he burst into her womb and made her scream out in pleasure/pain. Thankfully Soun was already passed out behind the dojo and Kasumi couldn't hear it in the basement. He began to thrust furiously into her sucking cunt, each thrust driving her face into the ground as her hands dug into the frigid earth around her for stability. Nabiki thrust her ass out as he thrust in, achieving maximum penetration in her but leaving about six inches of cock outside her body even as it hit bottom. "You've been a naughty girl, Nabiki." Ranma slapped her ass with one of his hands, the other diddling her clit as he thrust into her, driving her body into the cold ground. With every slap she came again, fountains of white cream spurting out from around his cock as he humped her with wild abandon. ---"???"--- "Stop doing that!" Urd knocked the black feline on the head with her fist and screamed in it's very sensitive ears. "What!?" Toltiir looked back innocently, nursing his bruised skull. "You almost had me going for a while there. Stop with all the salacious daydreams already!" The platinum-haired goddess bared down threateningly at the God of Mischief. "What are you talking about? I didn't do nothing!" Urd's eye twitched. "I swear I haven't touched the dimension since the Big Man told you to lay off!" Her other eye twitched. "You…you mean to tell me that Ranma's really doing this?" " 'Fraid so, beautiful." Toltiir was then fried by a stray thunderbolt. "Never call me 'beautiful' again, furball." "Gotcha…beautiful." ---To be continued---