One Half

---Special Note to Stormeagle--- ---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. 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 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 5 A Ranma 1/2 Mega-crossover lemon By Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction) And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout) ---The next day, Juuban--- Makoto sprang off the bus and was sprinting down the street before Usagi could even ask where she was going. Minako sauntered off the bus after the other blonde, rubbing her sore tush and cursing school bus rentals in general. The brunette senshi ran past old and young alike as she wove through the streets down to the park, knowing in her heart that he would be there waiting for her. The park was filled with young lovers on a Saturday afternoon, couples either basking in the chilly sunlight or ice-skating on the lake. She brushed her muffler away from her mouth as she entered the frozen grove where they first began training and pulled off her hat and mittens, she wanted to touch him again with her own hands. The remnants of yesterday's snow crunched underfoot as she brushed through brambles and thorns to the clearing which was illuminated in an eerie light, almost as if the Gods themselves wanted their meeting to be spectacular. "He has to be here, we promised he'd spend the afternoon with me!" Makoto burst through the bushes and skidded to a halt in the knoll, the grass frozen solid. Ranma was nowhere to be found. Alone in the glade, Makoto couldn't help but remember the first time she'd finally realized what Ranma's presence in her life meant. ---Months ago--- Ranma helped Makoto back to her apartment, she had over extended herself and pulled a muscle in her left calve, rendering her literally unable to walk on her own. He’d used a few pressure points to lessen the pain and hasten the reconstruction but even with ki healing and transfers it had to be left alone to heal properly. It was dark out when they arrived and he helped her to her bed, making sure the phone was nearby. "I really appreciate this sempai, It was a stupid thing to do." "Don’t blame yourself, Makoto-san, anyone could have made the mistake I should have warned you before we began, if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine." He brought her an ice pack and a few aspirin. "Just make sure you stay off that leg for a few days, do you have anyone to call to get you things? Food, schoolwork?" He draped the foam ice wrap around the bruised leg and gave her the aspirin. "Yeah, some of my friends can help me if I need it." The ice felt good but not as good as the warmth from his hands as he felt her forehead or the musky smell of his sweat as he sat on the edge of her bed and scribbled something on a notepad. "This is my number in case you need me, I’ll come by tomorrow anyway. Are you sure you’re going to be alright?" "Yes! Yes, don’t worry, sempai, I’ll be fine." With an uncertain gaze Ranma looked back at his student before leaving, it was against his better judgement. No sooner had the door slicked shut than the depression kicked in and the doubts began. She had failed him, she’d made the stupid mistake and now she was alone again. Alone in the darkness of her apartment with no one else to talk to, only emptiness and silence. Her parents were dead, her friends out doing things and she was stuck in bed, wounded and frail. Why hadn’t she spoken out before he left, why didn’t she ask him to stay? As she pondered the problem the sun began to fall, ushering in another lonely night. ---The present--- "It can't be!" She called out into the open sky. Ranma had to be here, this was a special place to her…to them. When no voice came at her call and no noise broke the unearthly pall of silence that descended on the plain, Makoto Kino staggered back through the grove of trees. Her heart was crushed, he couldn't have dumped her, he couldn't have! She growled as anger overrode all her senses - she would go to his penthouse and wait for him to come home then rip him to shreds. The dry branches cracked from her stomping gait as she burst forth back onto the concrete paths through the park. "Yo! Mako-chan, over here!" Ranma was sitting on a park bench with two bowls of ramen, a bag of pork buns, and a thermos of tea. He was bundled up against the cold but still managed to lean casually against the slotted wooden furniture. A gloved hand waved at her form against the trees. "Ranma!" Makoto ran to him, her thin athletic legs pumping furiously to h hih him quickly lest he become mist and slip through her fingers. He stood up from the bench and made sure the food was okay before walking to meet her. She grabbed hold of him in an instant, pulling off his hat and scarf so she could run her bare hands through his soft hair again, feel the clean smoothness of his cheeks. Ranma was bewildered by her violent reaction but allowed himself to be stroked as he led her to the bench. At the last minute, Makoto looked him right in the eye, since they were both the same heights more or less, and kissed him fiercely on the lips. Ranma saw her closed eyes with tears of joy brimming along the curled lashes and closed his own, taking the initiative as he pushed her back and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Mako's arms wrapped firmly around his torso and her fingers locked so as not to lose him and she lifted her leg along the outside of his, curling it around to pull him even closer. She twirled her tongue around his, wrapping the slippery muscles together and opening her mouth wider to gain the advantage but Ranma simply pushed her back against the bench and finished the kiss. They clung together for a few minutes, both getting their breath back and grinning madly at the other. ---Much later--- "So what are you going to do about Makoto?" "Uh…I really don't know." "You have to tell her, Ranma, you can't keep fucking around behind her back." "I know, I really do but it's not like I'm tied down or anything." "I think you are…even if you don't know it, I do." "Oh?" "We're bonded now. We share parts of the same mind, you're developing feelings for her." "Uh…Inaho…?" "Yeah?" "Would you mind…maybe keeping your mind on things at hand?" Ranma grasped her shoulders and pulled the drifting vampiress back down for a kiss as she bounced on her erection. Said woman had been humping him madly for the past hour through their discussion and both were nearing their peak. "Oh…is your cock going to burst? Ah, ah, ah, not just yet." The green haired succubus reached down to squeeze the base of the shaft, stopping the imminent flow of semen into her dripping crack. She smiled maliciously as his eyes crossed. "That's it!" He pushed her off and shoved her against the cold wood floor, pressing his fingers into the junction points of her body. Suddenly her face grew beet red and her breathing quickened considerably as every nerve ending in her body flared in response to his touch, her cunt began splashing his lower torso as the pleasure points began resonating under his direction. "I'm not gonna take that kind of teasing from you, let's see how you like it!" He withdrew his prick from her pussy and slapped her clit with the spongy head, drawing a ragged scream of ecstasy as she creamed hard over his legs. "Please…please you have to! I'm g crg crazy!" Ranma mimicked her smirk and waved his penis before her eyes, teasing her with the long hose. "Oh? Do you want this in your cunt my dear?" She sat up in an abdominal crunch and reached for the organ with a shaking hand, mouth drooling with lust and nipples painfully erect. "Ah, ah, ah, not just yet." ---"???"--- "So you think you can do something for my avatar?" Urd patted the Greek god on the back as he peered down at the screen. Ranma's teasing of Inaho was clearly seen in Urd's holographic surveillance. "So many women at once is bound to wear him out." "He DOESN'T seem TO be LOSING stamina, I see NO signs OF fatigue. PERHAPS a DUAL gift IS in ORDER…" The god's two voices blended to become one as it's thoughts were spoken by two mouths. Urd grinned madly and smacked her 'pet' black cat in the back of the head. Toltiir growled and tried to bite her but failed and ended up hitting his nose on the side of her desk. "I knew I could count on you Janus." ---Midgard--- Inaho was rapidly losing patience with her lover as he baited her endlessly with his tool, at times slipping in just the head before pulling out, other times a few strokes before pinching her clitoris and withdrawing. Her hands grasped for his shoulders to force him inside her but found only air as he avoided all of her clumsy lunges. "Would you stop teasing me already!" "But that takes all the fun out of this, besides, you did it to me first." Ranma grasped her breast with his claw, he'd transformed into his hybrid vampire form at one point, and bit lightly into her aureole, lapping at the two trails of ruby fluid rolling down her stomach. His drinking ended when a powerful burst of power burned into his skin, galvanizing his body stiff and causing his abrupt shift from vampire to human. Inaho took the opportunity to latch her lips to the crown of his penis and sucked heartily. Needless to say, the vampiric sire of Ranma was surprised when a thick cock pressed urgently into his throat. Pulling away slightly and checking to make sure she had his cock between her lips, Inaho looked down at the offending object and pulled her lips off his manhood. "What the fuck is that?" She looked into his face as she grasped the second cock and tugged experimentally. Ranma wordlessly threw her back onto their futon and spread her legs wide, his eyes glassy pits of instinct. Pressing her g-spot in conjunction with a point inside her canal she was soon lost on a wave of perpetual orgasmic delight. Ranma paid her screams and spurts no mind as he carefully lined his endowments at the vanguards of her vagina and anus and allowed the spurting font of her sex to coat his cocks in milky white lubrication. With a massive thrust he penetrated her totally and buried himself so that their pubic bones ground against each other. With Inaho completely out of the picture and being satiated, Ranma was free to concentrate on himself although he was so focused on the dual nature of sensation that her screamed hardly registered. While his original endowment ran down the side of his leg and required a harness, being about fourteen inches in length and two in diameter, the new addition to his body had shrunk it - splitting the length into two eight inch cocks with individual diameters of three inches. The velvet grip of her insides was warring with the pull of his foreskin sliding effortlessly over his purple head, rocketing his body towards orgasm. Inaho had already passed out from exhaustion and pleasure when his first climax hit, his original prick spasming inside her womb and throbbing out a pint of sperm. He continued to thrust as he ejaculated, grunting as his second cock exploded in her tight anus, shooting dense clusters of white goo deep inside her. Even as both ejaculations faded, Ranma continued to hump her motionless body for fifteen more minutes until he had cum inside her twice more, before fading into the misty clouds of sleep. ---The next morning--- "Mom?" Ryouga Hibiki wandered down the stairs in his house trying to find the bathroom since twelve the previous day. That was very odd, his room shouldn't have a water boiler in it, he looked around only to face another hallway of doors. Behind each could lie that hallowed porcelain throne but would he dare take the risk of getting lost again before he went in his pants? And so, like a bawling little four year old, Ryouga Hibiki called for his mother. "Mom?" Kaori Hibiki was lounging in her bedroom with an ice pack in the crease of her ass, still recuperating from Ranma's vicious fucking a few days before, and talking to her childhood friend Nodoka Saotome. Apparently the auburn-haired woman had just recently returned from a trip to China in a search for her estranged husband, Genma. Kaori couldn't help but laugh as Nodoka confessed to her brutal mutilation of the fat bastard. It served him right. "By thy, Ny, No-chan, I think I may have some information on your son." "Don't joke around with me, Kaori, you know I don't like practical jokes." Nodoka's tinny voice responded from the ivory slim-line phone pressed to the dark-haired mother's ear. "This is no joke. I went to see the new doctor yesterday, you know the one who took over for Doctor Tofu?" "Yes?" "Well he's this gorgeous-looking man, about twenty-five, and get this: his name is Ranma Saotome!" "I'm sure it's just a coincidence…" "Really? How many 'Ranma Saotomes' to you know? Ranma is a very unusual name you have to admit." A suppressed, considering groan sounded from Nodoka. "And Ranma would be in his twenties by now. It's truly a pity you and Genma couldn't hold off for a few years, that way perhaps Ryouga would have a friend." That boy was far too obsessive for his own good. Kaori looked above her bed at her wedding photograph. If only she and Ichiro hadn't waited five years, then again it was sheer luck that they had even had a child at all, it had been their first and last time when their son was conceived, Ichiro's family curse of misdirection causing him to disappear for years on end. She thought he'd only seen Ryouga once in the boy's sixteen years. Due to her husband's penchant for disappearing…well, a girl had to be happy, didn't she? But by far Ranma was the best she'd had. Just the idea of the perverted thought of riding her best friend's son brought a wave of arousal to wave through her body. "Was he…manly?" "He fucked me twenty ways in three hours, if that isn't manly than I don't know what is!" "So then he was skilled?" "Very." "Well then he simply MUST be my son!" If Kaori had been capable of a facefault at that moment she would have been imbedded four inches into the floor. "Where is he? I have to see him!" As Kaori Hibiki, 'beloved' wife of Ichiro and mother of Ryouga, gave her friend directions to the clinic, her son fumed on the other side of her bedroom door. Ryouga had heard the entire conversation from his spot in the hall. A palpable aura of gloom and anger swirled around his body as tremendous heat billowed from his ears. So it was all Ranma Saotome's fault! The swine had the gall to be born five years before he was just to deny him a friend and had screwed his mother silly. No doubt Ranma was the worst kind of pervert and was trying to enslave his mother into his twisted way of life, well he wouldn't get away with it, so swore Ryouga! "Ranma Saotome! For the insult of the early birth and the perversion of my mother I, Ryouga Hibiki, swear vengeance until you lie dead at my feet!!!!" The bandanna clad boy ran down the narrow hall and through the window at the end, shattering the glass and landing on the sidewalk outside with his backpack and steel umbrella clasped to his back. With a feral cry of rage he was off down the street and towards Nerima. "Ryouga-honey did you say something? Ryouga?" Kaori hung up the phone and walked stiffly to the door, opening it to a devastated burned husk of wood and pain chips. "Uh oh…well, best get ready for my 'appointment'." Turning back to her room with a girlish giggle, she threw open her wardrobe and chose a particularly provocative ensemble for her 'check-up' with Ranma. ---Home of the Outers--- "So what are you doing today?" Haruka stretched to reach a glass in the cupboard over the sink, revealing a glance at her glistening ass as the short nightshirt she wore rode up. Setsuna just continued sipping her tea quietly at the table. "You're not going to call us into your office again, are you?" Usually when Setsuna was dressed professionally she was going to work as their student councilor at Mugen Gakuen. "No, actually I quit as student councilor yesterday, I'm going for an interview this morning." Haruka violently spit up the glass of water she'd been drinking and coughed, clasping the rim of the sink for support. "But, but, but, what…what will happen when we need to go out for senshi business?" Setsuna took a European-style clotted crème tea cookie from the dish in the centre of the table, savoring the rich melty nature of the confection before taking another sip from her cup. "You and Michiru are big girls now, I'm sure you can come up with a proper excuse now. When you need a guardian's signature just let me know." She finished her cup of tea and she dhe delicate cup back on the wafer-thin saucer, exhaling in delight as she pulled away from the table and straightened her suit. "Hotaru has a field trip today don't forget and you have to pick her up an hour later." "I know." Haruka waved her off and turned back to her coffeemaker. "We'll be there." "Good. I should be home for dinner tonight." With that, Setsuna disappeared in a garnet haze, leaving only her embroidered napkin and immaculate cup to even hint that she had occupied a seat at the table. A sleepy yawn sounded from the hallway and the senshi of water emerged, disheveled and bleary-eyed. "What was that all about? Did Setsuna go somewhere?" Haruka flipped off the machine and poured herself a cup of coffee as her lover sat at the table and poured tea from Setsuna's pot. Haruka sat next to her and ran her bare foot up Michiru's silky leg. "It seems we're on our own at school now, Setsuna resigned." "What brought this on?" Sugar and milk joined the amber fluid in her cup. Haruka shrugged. "Dunno, she's going to an interview this morning. She didn't say for what. Don't forget about Hotaru today." "I won't." Neptune was just reaching for a cookie when Setsuna's hand appeared from a temporal anomaly above the table and snatched the plate away. "Damn." ---Tendo Dojo--- Akane was the first sister out the door that morning, her face flushed scarlet after Kasumi's understanding admonishment on her behavior a day ago. It was bad enough Kasumi saw her doing…that…but did she have to explain it or anything? It was so embarrassing! Still, she was free from the house and Kasumi's probing eyes, walking quickly through the streets to Furinkan where the Hoard of Hentai awaited her fists of justice. Nabiki chose to slow down and not keep pace with her sister, if the maniacal grin on her face was any indication she was daydreaming about beating the HoH (Hoard of Hentai) into oblivion again. Glancing down at the underside of her wrist and the crystal plate of her watch, she realized it was still early and that she had time to give Ranma a piece of her mind! With renewed purpose, Nabiki flew down the streets of Nerima towards the clinic, ignoring early morning flower peddlers and housewives out for a stroll. She came at last to the steps of the clinic just as Inaho was opening the doors to the public. Dressed in a typical nurse's uniform of white button-down dress with the requisite black stockings held by a lace garter belt, the vampiress locked the doors to the sides of the building and stepped back inside. Nabiki decided to wait for Ranma to come out and sweep, after all it wasn't like she was missing anything in school. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Ranma stepped out with his bamboo broom and began brushing off the leaves and debris accumulated over the cold night. She cleared her throat. "Good morning, Nabiki, what brings you here this morning?" Ranma smiled at her before a sharp slap across his cheek threw his head to the side. Ranma was knocked down by the sheer force of the blow; Nabiki couldn't have the strength necessary to catch him that far off guard. "You fucking molester! You stinking scumbag!" Nabiki kicked him viciously in the ribs, not causing much damage but doing wonders for her disposition, and spat at the ground near his head. Luckily no one was around to hear her insults. As she drew her leg back for another kick Ranma's hand shot out and grasped her shoe, lifting her oflanclance and flipping her surprised form high into the air to land hard on her back. Not hard enough to bruise…just hard enough to stun. "Tsk, tsk, Nabiki, do I have to teach you again?" He hauled her up off the cold cement and brushed some flakes of ice off her dress. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it, either, we both know that…" He leaned in close and tugged the back of her hair as she came to her senses. Heaven help her he was right, she had liked it, she had enjoyed every delicious thrust of his pelvis into her body, enjoyed being dominated by such a powerful man. "Come by after school today and we can finish this talk." "H-hai, Ranma." Nabiki brushed off her hair and made sure her school bag was locked. "'Hai, Ranma' what?" "H-hai…Ranma-sama." He beamed at her admission and patted her lightly on the behind, urging her on her way to Furinkan. Pulling the broom back into his hands with a gust of ki, Ranma happily began sweeping as Inaho made tea inside. ---<"???">--- "Now this looks absolutely delicious." The white haired demon peered down into her cauldron deep within the bowels of Hel's domain. Mara had been looking for some way to get back at that little upstart Urd, that accursed little Doublet-bonded bitch! Since killing was out of the question, she was left to foil everything the bitchy little half-demon tried to accomplish. "A cursed little boy with enormous strength, a mean streak a mile wide, hell-bent on revenge? Perfect!" She twirled around a few times in her office before grinning evilly at her reflection in the mirror and evaporating into a puff of noxious sulfuric smoke. ---Idaho, USA--- "Can you tell me the way to Nerima?" Ryouga set down his backpack and addressed the dusty old man in blue denim overalls leaning languidly on a fence post. <Where did you say you wanted to go? I don't speak no kinda silly speak like thet.> "This is Japan, isn't it?" Ryouga looked into the farmer's blank eyes and saw no sign of understanding. "Never mind." The old Hibiki family's curse continued as Ryouga took a single step forward on the dirt path and was instantly transported to the jungles of Brazil. "WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW!?!?!?!?" "You're in the Brazilian jungle on the banks of the Amazon, dolt." Mara phased out of a pile of unidentifiable excrement laid down on the bed of leaves under the canopy. She fastidiously dusted off her black leather duster and brushed her platinum bangs back. Ryouga simply stared in confusion. "What? Am I that attractive?" "Who the hell are you?" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her soundly. "Do you know how to get to Ranma Saotome's clinic in Nerima?" Mara slapped the boy across the face, sending the directionally challenged idiot through three trees and into a boulder. "Who do you think you're talking to boy? I am Mara, demon first-class, and I'm here to grant you a single wish." [The little bastard has no ideas what I'm about to do…heh, heh…] "You-you mean I can wish for anything?" Ryouga pulled himself from the pile of gravel and dusted the powder from his hair, slowly walking back to where Mara floated. "Anything you like kiddo." "Then I wish to have the power to destroy Ranma Saotome, that enemy of all women who dared to touch my mother!" [All too easy…] Mara spun in the air as glowing runes of power materialized in concentric circles around her, pulsing with demonic red energy before a blast of her aura erupted towards the heavens, piercing the clouds in it's haste. Through a direct line to Yggdrasil she was able to transmit the actual wording of the wish and therefore was bereft of responsibility as to how the wish was fulfilled. In certain circumstances such as one wish interfering with the commands of the Gods and Goddesses, the wish was sent directly into Yggdrasil's logic centres for processing, the reality-maintaining supercomputer changing the results of the wish around the existing work while still keeping the same parameters. Mara, as the negotiator of the wish was privy to the knowledge of exactly what it changed and she grinned evilly at the clueless boy. "Wish granted." Before the lost boy could blink she was gone, a puff of smoke the only remnant of her existence on the mortal plane. ---The Imperial Palace--- "Your highness, this humble servant requests an audience." The short but solidly built girl knelt before the older man, spiky haired bangs touching the floor. "Dispense with the formalities, daughter, what do you want?" Shoichi, Emperor of Japan and titular ruler, sat in his office writing his memoirs. He knew his first daughter wanted something, she always did when 'your highness' was pulled out of her vocabulary closet and dusted off - not even his close bodyguards called him 'your highness' unless in public. Certainly they were not in public, Shoichi dressed in an elaborate but not expensive yukata and sitting at his low table with a laptop computer screen glowing green in his face. "I know you want something." The Princess Aoi looked up sheepishly at her father, scratching the back of her head through the jagged mane of black hairs spiked fashionably. A girl of twenty who stood at five-foot eight, Aoi was enrolled in Keio and had passed the entrance exams with an almost perfect score. Brilliant in the realms of math and science, she was unfortunately not as skilled in English and literature and passable in history; she was indeed the apple of her father's eye since the Empress died prematurely in an assassination attempt on Shoichi three years before. "Was I really that transparent, father?" She pouted at the Emperor, folding her slim arms underneath a nearly flat chest. "Only when it's clear what you want." He chuckled, closing the screen and turning to his daughter. Outside his personal guard, Kenji Kawase, flicked at imaginary bits of lint on his suit. "Now come here and tell father what's the matter." Aoi moved closer into the room and shut the door with a sharp clack of wood on metal, an unspoken sign to Kenji that they were not to be disturbed. "I wish to ask your permission to pursue a relationship with a man." "This hardly seems an odd request, it's about time you started thinking about your future and the future of the country. Since I have no son, whomever you marry will become the next Emperor. Would you like a list of the various noble families?" "No, no, father, I already have a certain individual in mind…" Shoichi noticed his daughter's far off gaze and turned back to his laptop, dismissing her with a slight wave. "I'd like to meet the lad if possible, that is unless you think I'd scare him away…?" Aoi jumped as if goosed and stood from the floor, bowing deeply. "That will not be necessary, I'll make the arrangements." ---Unknown--- "What the-!? I'm still lost? NOW I HAVE ALL THIS POWER AND NOTHING TO DO WITH IT?" Ryouga bashed a tree and screamed at the heavens. "I CAN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS I CAN FIND HIM!!!" Further proof that one should think before making a flippant wish. ---Nerima--- Kasumi left her father to the paper and opened the gate properly on her way out the door. It was once again time for her morning constitutional and breakfast run to Ranma's clinic, a trip she was beginning to enjoy more and more with each passing day, why that was however she had no idea. Ever the picture of a prim and proper Japanese housewife (and you know what they say about the quiet ones…), the serene doe-like creature tapped her polished brown leather shoes on the sidewalks of the marketplace to choose just the right ingredients for Ranma's breakfast. It brought a happy smile to her face when Ranma consumed her food, somehow it gratified her in ways her family did not, she again did not know why. Inaho was another story. Kasumi still hadn't warmed up to the mysterious woman but thought of her as harmless, if a bit weird. After all, would Ranma have hired her if she was not on the level? Certainly not, her Ranma would never do such a thing! And so she continued her shopping, plucking a bunch of scallions from one vendor, meat from the next, and tofu from that lovely old man across the market. Humming brightly as she checked her basket, Kasumi Tendo started or war way to the clinic where no doubt Ranma was already sweeping. Sure enough he was just finishing as she crested the slight incline of the road, clad in a puffy warm parka and scarf to ward ofe coe cold. "Good morning Kasumi, how are you?" Ranma looked up as if sensing her presence and she felt as if her basket of groceries had suddenly become lighter. Little did she know that Ranma was using his ki to subtly lift the bottom of her burden and warm the chill on her legs. "I'm fine Ranma, I hope you're hungry because I just learned a wonderful new recipe!" She cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly at him as he leaned the broom against the side of the building and ushered her inside. Inaho looked down from her spot on a short stool sorting files and stepped down to help Kasumi upstairs. She watched as they walked in, taking careful note of Kasumi's lack of reaction as Ranma blatantly ran his hand over the gentle curves of her buttocks. "I'm looking forward to it!" Ranma picked up the morning paper from his tray beside the door and followed the two women up the stairs, gazing unashamed at Kasumi's perfect ass as she climbed the stairs. "You two don't mind if I flip on the TV do you?" When two shakes answered his query, Ranma flipped on the news and sat next to the kitchenette reading the paper as Inaho helped Kasumi prepare the meal. "How are you this morning, Inaho-san?" "I'm fine, Kasumi, does this recipe have a lot of meat and tofu?" The vampire eyed the basket of wrapped paper parcels. "Of course, although I don't understand why Ranma has to eat so much protein everyday…why is that anyway?" Inaho snickered. "He'll get around to telling you…eventually." Meanwhile as the calming sounds of domestic life rang in his ears upstairs, Setsuna Meio arrived in the alley next door to the clinic through a well placed rift in space. Dusting off her business suit and pulling the jacket neck down from where it had risen with her grand arm gestures in the creation of her portal, the Plutonium Senshi stepped forward into the street. Nerima was usually quiet in the mornings except for a few businessmen leaving for work or children off to school; as such Setsuna was unseen as she walked purposefully to the open clinic doors and into the waiting area. Closing her eyes to help regain her focus and pushing up her bra to better display her assets, Pluto stilled her pounding heart and knocked loudly on the reception desk. "Hello? Is there anyone in?" She was surprised by the barely audible waver to her voice, she hadn't been this nervous in millennia but then again she hadn't been laid in just as long. "Hello?" A scuttling of feet upstairs drew her attention as a firm centurion voice called down, the same voice that had of late seduced her dreams. "Good morning? Is there anything I can do for you?" Ranma hung off the banister of the stairs, seeing Setsuna at an angle as she walked towards him. The freedom of wearing a yukata after so long was invigorating, Ranma thought. It seemed that his unexpected gift from the gods that previous night had other affects. Not only could he now generate another phallus by sheer force of will but his single penis was now four inches long flaccid, eight erect, allowing him to wear shorts again for the first time since puberty. Setsuna also seemed to be enjoying the view as her up-yukata view of his manhood drained the moisture from her mouth. "Hello?" "Uh…y-yes…um…" Setsuna shook herself back to reality and tore her eyes away from his nudity, a small portion of her mind wondering how he walked around in so little when it was nearly zero Fahrenheit outside. "Good m-morning, I am here to interview f-for the assistant po-po-position?" Stupid! She cursed, stuttering like a school girl with a crush. "Oh, well, why don't we sit down for a moment. I'm Ranma Saotome. Can I offer you tea or some other refreshment?" He led her to the desk and slid out a chair, sitting opposite her with his hands lying casually on the armrests. "My name is Setsuna Meio, I'm going to have to decline, a girl has to watch her weight." "You look to be in perfect shape anyway, I hardly think you should be on a diet. Okay…well, you're the first person to respond to my solicitations, did Doctor Mizuno mention it to you? How did you find out about this little clinic?" He was presently looking down her generous cleavage which she seemed to display with wild abandon. "I heard about it at Juuban General, I'm a general practitioner that they call from time to time. I know Doctor Mizuno but she didn't mention it to me, actually I've been looking to start a practice or get started in business by myself." "Very interesting…what are your credentials?" Ranma pulled his pair of reading glasses from the interior of his robe, scanning the résumé she slid across the table. "Hmm…it says here you graduated from Tokyo University Medical school and studied in the United States?" <I studied at Harvard and interned at the Mayo Clinic for two years.> Setsuna replied in flawless English. <Really? The originally owner of this practice left to take a position with the Mayo Clinic.> Ranma shot back in passable English. He was fluent but his accent left a wide margin of error. "How old are you, Miss Meio?" "I'll be twenty-seven in June." "Where do you live?" "Azabu Juuban." "Really? I live in Juuban as well." "Oh? Where?" "Tri-Gan Towers. Huh…I'm surprised we haven't seen each other before." "Juuban is a big place, I hardly think we would have noticed one another if we were complete strangers." Setsuna shifted uncomfortably, her senshi powers were detecting something off the man, she dismissed it as residual threat readings from his vampire blood. "Quite true, quite true indeed…hmm…" Ranma took off his glasses and handed her back the résumé, Setsuna took this as a sign she would not be landing this job next to her would-be lover. "Heh, to tell you the truth you're probably more qualified for this job than I am…you see I'm not a doctor." "Than why are you-" "I should rephrase that, I should have said 'I'm not a doctor yet'. I actually practice more shiatsu and herbal healing than the mainstream medical but I hope to get my certification soon. I have a degree in China you see, I have to take a Japanese competency exam to gain certification." He really didn't but his contacts in Hong Kong and Shanghai could produce the needed documents and Cologne could always vouch for his technique. "Looking at your credentials I'd be happy to have you aboard." Setsuna held off the urge to jump over the desk and kiss him passionately on the lips, clenching her fists into the rough fabric of her skirt and gritting her teeth. Try as she may; however, Ranma could feel the lusty ki rolling off her in waves. He allowed himself a smug smile as she began to blush, her heart rate increasing tremendously. "Is something the matter, Setsuna-san?" She shook her head. "N-nothing's the matter, I'm just so happy that you accepted me…it's a dream come true for me." She could feel the cotton pad of her panties soak up her fluids, the overflow soiling the black lace and dripping down her stockings. Ranma began to smell the faint scent of her cunt as her fingers curled, wanting overpoweringly to grab hold of his manhood and suck at it for hours. "Are you sure?" "I…I feel that I should lay down now." Ranma walked around the oak desk and helped her into the examining room, settling her comfortably on the table and pressing his hand to her forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever but you do feel a bit clammy. Let me take your temperature…" Ranma rummaged in the draws for a glass mercury instrument and placed it under her tongue. As they waited he clasped her wrist and checked her pulse. Shaking his head and muttering to himself, the concerned and aroused physician turning back to his counter for a canister of oddly colored root. Realizing that this was her chance, Pluto peeled away the sodden film of her thigh-highs and pulled her panty crotch away to expose her glistening vulva. Ranma still had his back turned but detected the warm and musky odor of her vagina in the close room. Next she pulled the thermometer out of her mouth, the glass vial slathered with sparkling trails of her saliva, and brought it down to her pussy, teasing open her extra-tight slit and humping the object as he turned back around. "This should do the-!!? What are you doing, Setsuna-san?" He couldn't help but be aroused by the sticky squish of each thrust before she cried out in orgasm, a thick dribble of thick creamy mucus splattering to the tile floor at his feet. Setsuna was hyperventilating as her eyes opened in lust-crazed focus and she pounced onto him, forcing her tongue between his lips and all but stuffing her cunt full of his hand. "I need you, Ranma…I want you in me…I need you in me!" She began to lick his neck and pulled open his yukata, devouring each fresh inch of his chest and stomach as they were exposed. All too soon his rigid pole was before her hungry eyes and she licked the underside, gratified as a spurt of pre-cum splashed her in the face. She quickly went down on him, wanting his thick viscous sperm in her mouth, the strong male taste a treat for her taste buds which hadn't partaken of the delight in well over a millennia. Her mouth was like a vacuum, almost painfully sucking on his penis as he grasped her head and directed the rhythm, pushing her face into his pelvis as it suddenly swelled in her mouth to two inches thick and ejaculated forcefully against the back of her throat. Meio laughed in ecstasy as she was bathed in rope after rope of semen as it shot high into the air and fell splattering on her hair. Her hand continued to milk him until the white jets slowed and finally nothing remained of his orgasm save her sticky hand. By the end he was breathing hard. "I hope you aren't finished yet, Ranma-sensei, we still have some work to do." She tore off her dress and tore her panties from sticky thighs. Shaking her head to whip the semen-dripping bangs out of her eyes, she straddled his crotch and thrust her messy undergarment into his face, smearing her juices over his nose and mouth. No sooner had the taste and aroma registered than his cock sprang back to life, slapping her between the ass cheeks. ---Upstairs--- "Oh my, I hope Ranma doesn't take too long downstairs or else his breakfast will get cold." Kasumi covered his bowl of soup and returned to her own meal. Inaho smiling strangely as she ate. "Is something funny?" "No, it's just something Ranma's doing downstairs. Why don't you put his meal in the oven 'cause I don't think he'll be done for awhile." Setsuna's shrill scream of orgasmic delight tore through the floor and rang in their ears. "Oh my, what was that? Someone must be in pain…no wonder Ranma's taking his time." "…Something like that." How dense could the Tendo girl get? It was obvious that Ranma was screwing the shit out of a willing woman down in the exam room, wasn't it? ---Downstairs--- Setsuna felt the warm gush of sperm splash against the wall of her cervix, could feel the wiggling little cells swimming up into her womb, and came again - her own gush forcing the thick tide to turn. Ranma was taunt and twitching in orgasm under her, his muscles rippling as he pumped load after load into her swallowing cunt. She reluctantly pulled off of him afterward and allowed the opaque jelly to slowly spill out from between her lips. Ranma grasped her arm as she began to pull away, eyes clouded by lust, and yanked her back down into his lap. With a series of plaintive mews, Setsuna slid her sloppy cunt against his limp phallus. "Heh. I think you're going to get a kick out of this!" Ranma smirked and lifted her up off him, grunting hard as his second prick sprouted from just above his testicles, glistening with pre-cum, which had the side-effect of reawakening his spent organ. "What is it?" Setsuna was flushed with sex and could hardly think straight, thrashing or rubbing any part of her body against his, anything to remain in contact. Ranma pushed her supple body down, impaling both her holes and causing an ear-splitting scream to burst from her throat. The scream could be heard out on the street as the clinic doors were open and upstairs Kasumi spit up the sample she'd just taken of her broth. "Oh my! Someone must be in serious pain…how kind of Ranma to help them!" ---Outside--- As the scream faded into the distance Kaori smirked at her friend. Nodoka was seeing stars, knowing without knowing that the cause of that girl's orgasmic rapture was none other than the fruit of her loins. The very idea was making her wet! "Now do you believe me?" "I have to see my son!" The auburn-haired woman rushed into the building as the Setsuna's grunting moans shot through the open doors, apparently orgasm was a difficult thing for the emerald-haired Senshi as her cries and mews, groans and screams attested. Nodoka, while being in the prime of her life and still rather beautiful after…ahem…servicing Genma (ugh!) still was unprepared for the scene of rampant sexuality that greeted her as she swung open the examining room door. Kaori gasped as she reached the doorframe, her panties soiled almost immediately and a small puddle forming between her legs. If she could have torn her eyes off the erotic tableaux she would probably have seen a similar slick, if not larger, under Nodoka's kimono. For there was Ranma in all his newly endowed glory sitting in a chair like a throne, smiling at the two prospective additions to his harem, as Setsuna whimpered like a lovesick puppy between his legs, one cock lodged down her throat - the other clasped in her hands. She was sucking him for all he was worth and milking his second erection, apparently for some time if the pearly white fluid splattered down her cleavage was any indication. Between her legs a handful of tongue-depressors pistoned into her dark-skinned snatch, manipulated by Saotome's lustful shadow as his vampiric blood manifested itself. "Is there anything I can do for you ladies?" Ranma smiled to display his prominent incisors, his hands lacing together on his flat stomach as Setsuna came hard again, a murky stream of oily fragrant fluid expelled from her vagina as his dark hand withdrew the wooden sticks. She likely would have screamed in pleasure had his prick not spasmed and spewed thick wads of goo into her mouth. Giving the choice between eating his seed and declaring her enjoyment, the wise old Senshi of Pluto began swallowing. His eyes went completely black, the Dark spirit within him boiling to the surface. "Would either of you like a cock? I believe I have a couple free now…" Setsuna collapsed to the floor, utterly spent. Within the span of thirty-seconds the request was received, analyzed and accepted. Nodoka fell to her knees before her son's penis, the thick heavy phallus leaking a stream of semen before her muddled mind. Both women fell prey to his hypnotic gaze, undressing quickly and succumbing to his touch as rough hands stroked their hot flesh, examining their moist secrets and paving the way for his talented tongue to burst into their cunts. Ranma laughed maliciously as he used both ki and shadow to sandwich the two mothers and force them to kiss and fondle each other. Upstairs Inaho listened to the new screams and moans, knowing what her master was doing. Due to the unique nature of Ranma and the incredible unidentified power lurking within, his vampire powers had been altered. Without blood on a daily basis his mind would shut down and 'Vampire Lord Ranma' (VLR) , the most brutal, sadistic, degrading lord she had ever known would burst into their dimension. Of course VLR was still held in check by Ranma's conscience but only in terms of violence. Due to Ranma's frank sexual outlook his mind found nothing wrong with sexual intercourse and VLR took advantage of that, using sex and lust instead of dismemberment (no pun intended) and pain for his pleasure. The olive-tressed woman sighed and ate next to the worried Kasumi, hoping her lord found palatable blood soon. Nodoka was frantically sucking on Kaori's breast as the latter ground her pussy against the redhead's thigh, both pressed close and driven made by Ranma's ki manipulation but neither really upset by the turn of events, after all they had been lovers before Nodoka got married. VLR stilled both women and spun them in the air so that their crotches were squeezed together, clit to clit, their legs spread as far as possible. He gradually turned them so that they looked to be lying on their sides in midair. As they moaned and writhed he knelt before their dripping orifices and buried his face, biting the hoods to their clitorises, one on each fang. He sucked greedily at their life, sucking not only at the red fluid that spurted out into his mouth but also their discharge as the intense pleasure brought by his feeding brought both to climax. And they continued to climax until he was finished feeding, one little death upon another for twenty minutes. Finally as their dehydrated forms fell heavily on the exam table Ranma blinked as the flinty stone was gone, replaced by his brilliant blue orbs, and VLR was gone for another day. Covering all three women with blankets and cleaning the messy puddle of discharges left on the already slick floor, Ranma shut the exam room door tightly and headed upstairs for breakfast. No sooner had he walked through the door than Kasumi was at his side, absolutely glowing to know that she knew such a kind person that would help people in such pain. Ranma just rolled his eyes. After breakfast he and Inaho hooked up his three 'patients' to IV drips and continued on with their day. ---Early the next morning--- VLR was thirty yet again. It had not yet risen to such levels that he had to take full control of the body but it was getting close. Setsuna was still in a coma at his clinic and Inaho was out hunting as was her wont, leaving Ranma to search Juuban for a suitable victim. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, alighting just long enough to listen for the sweet sound of a girl's cry; even if he was a Vampire Lord, Ranma still had his code of ethics and top on that list was the end the suffering of girls. But he had been searching for two hours and still no hint of a distressed female. Perhaps a little closer to Juuban Junior High? Ah yes, not doubt one of those pre-pubescent girl's like Makoto would be in pain, VLR thought with not a small amount of anticipation. Soon enough he heard the weep of a distressed lamb and called forth his dark powers to levitate him to her window. Lowering himself slowly Ranma peered into the small room and saw none other than Usagi Tsukino crying on her bed. Now that surprised him, what would cause the normally unflappable Usagi to lose her cheerful attitude? Wrapping his black wings around his body to form a jacket around his midsection, Ranma landed on a thick tree branch and knocked at the window. Usagi was still crying over the recent letter she'd received from Mamoru, curled on her bed in a fetal ball bawling her eyes out when the distinct sound of someone knocking on the thick panes of her window shook her from self-loathing. Sniffling and wiping her tears away, Usagi left the warmth of her bed and peered out into the darkness of early morning. "Ranma…sniff…wh-what are you doing here!?" Usagi swung her windows open and stepped back as the wiry martial artist flipped into her bedroom, landing on his feet of course. "It's late." "I was just in the neighborhood and I heard you crying. Is anything wrong?" Ranma closed the windows behind him and locked them security, bending the metal ever so slightly so she wouldn't be able to open them. "It's nothing…just…Mamoru dumped me again." There she'd said it, she really didn't even know why it bothered her so much now, after all he'd done it so many times in the past. Next time he wanted her to take him back she would have no part of it, damn the future! The blonde-haired future ruler of the solar system glanced away from her unexpected guest and sat heavily on her bed. "I don't know why he does it…why does he toy with my heart like this?" "I don’t know Usagi…he's a shithead anyway, from what Motoki has said he was the worst kind of man. He never seemed to treat you right." Ranma's eyes glowed a bright red as he began to hypnotize the Senshi of the Moon. "He didn't deserve you." "I suppose you're right." She looked away from his carmine eyes. "I don't know why I've taken him back all these times." She took him back because she knew that they were together in the future, but why did that future have to occur? Couldn't she live her own life? Usagi Tsukino's future was her own, not a reliving of another's, she would make her own decisions! Fuck the future! "You aren't going to take him back…are you?" "No, not this time." Why should she take back that little cowardly wimp? Why did she need Tuxedo Mask when she had a fully serviceable cock standing right in front of her? "Do you want something to drink, Ranma?" She gave his crotch a lewd stare and slinked seductively up to his body, running her hands over his manhood. Ranma was in motion faster than Usagi could react, enclosing her in his cloak and tearing off all her clothes with a razor-sharp claw. "I'd like to drink from your pussy right now if you don't mind?" Her head was thrown back in rapture as his hands began fondle her folds. Using his ki powers and vampiric cloak he suspending her in midair and pulled her cunt to his mouth, the hairless slit dripping with thick clear cum. And to think, he didn't even have to hypnotize her! ---Later--- Ikuko Tsukino opened the door to greet Makoto, inviting her in and thanking her ever so much for taking the time to come and wake her lazy daughter. Said Senshi walked straight upstairs and knocked on her friend's door as the happy housewife downstairs prepared breakfast. When Usagi didn't answer after the first three knocks she cautiously opened the door, fully expecting to see a scene of abduction and carnage. Instead all she found was the embarrassing sight of Usagi lying spread eagle on her bed in nothing but her birthday suit. Blushing furiously and turning away, shutting the door tightly behind her, Makoto cautiously crept towards the bed. The scent of sex was heavy in the room, a musky odor of feminine fluids mixed with equally heavy male sweat. The brunette gently sat at the foot of her princess' bed and prodded the satiated mass of flesh and sweat. "Usagi…Usagi wake up!" "Huh…what is it? Give me five more minutes…" The princes quickly fell back asleep. Makoto sweatdropped before she tried n. n. "Usagi…it's Mako-chan…wake up before your mother sees you!" "Huh!? What!?" The blonde sprang up from her bed like a klutzy jack-in-the-box, head butting her friend off the bed and causing herself one hell of a headache. "Makoto!?" Usagi screamed before covering herself with a thin sheet, the material immediately soaked in both sweat and semen. Blushing at the embarrassment of having her friend find her in such a state, the daughter of Serenity wrapped and tucked the linen, standing up on wobbly legs to help her friend up off the carpet. "Are you okay?" "I take it back." Makoto rose with a growl, a red mark already growing across her brow. "Take what back?" "You do know how to use your head." ---To be continued---