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Games	By : peterschell Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 34931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Ranma 1/2 or the series itself and will not be making any money from this fanfiction

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Disclaimer.
Set up chapter, no hot and heavy sex I’m afraid.

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Kintaro the postman admired his hair style in the rear view mirror of his delivery van. With this great look he was a total babe magnet. He already had a hot date lined up, and he bet that cute China Doll at the Cat Café wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of him. As he looked like an teen-aged, oriental Elvis, he might have been right, if not for the reasons he thought. He ran the comb one last time through his hair, gave his image a big thumbs up and pulled out into the street.

He was so busy admiring himself, he almost ran down the construction worker in the old floppy fedora. He knew he was a construction worker because he was wearing an orange vest over his dark suit. He looked tired and bored, and his scraggly beard did nothing to hide the sneer he directed toward the van that had almost hit him. Screeching to a halt, he yelled out the widow. “You nut! What are you doing in the middle of the street?”

The construction worker pointed at the sign in his hand. The one that said, Road temporarily closed. “Oh,” Kintaro murmured. His brashness fading. His forehead creased in thought. He again stuck his head out the window. “How the heck can I make my delivery then.

The construction worker took a bent and soggy cigaret out of his mouth, examined if for a minute before flicking it away and reaching into his pocket for another. “Walk,’ he suggested as he pulled out a pack and tapped out a new smoke.

“Walk!” Kintaro shouted in outrage at the back of the construction worker who was ignoring him. “Walk, my ass,” he grumbled as he parked his truck and got out. Opening the back he extracted his parcel cart and with a grunt of effort set a heavy wooden chest on it. Scowling at the oblivious worker he tilted his cargo and started rolling toward the corner.

Kintaro’s eyes widened as he rounded the corner. “Construction zone! Crist. It looks like they were dropping bombs.” he swore as he examined the cratered road in front of him. He looked down the road, the long road, to his destination. The Cat Café. His feet hurt just looking at the distance. He was a delivery ‘driver’, not a delivery walker. He gave a groan and started pushing his cart down the street. At least the area of demolition only covered a small area of the road. Once he got past that it should be easy rolling.

Behind the postman, the suit wearing construction worker took off his fedora, revealing black hair tied back by a yellow bandanna with black rectangles speckling it. He waved his fedora at a figure on the rood half way down the street, who waved back before turning and waving at someone on the other side of the building.

“Man could break a leg,” Kintaro grumbled as he maneuvered around the craters in the road. A feminine shriek jerked his head up and showed him that someone might just have done that very thing. A young woman was kneeling in the street examining one knee. Her bent over posture caused her loose blouse to fall open and Kintaro was ready to swear he was seeing heaven. Her beautiful breasts were almost fully revealed. Hanging there like ripe fruit begging to be picked or at least sampled for ripeness.

Forgetting his sore feet, he hurried forward. Leaving his cart and parcel behind. “Can I help you, Miss,” he asked. The girl gave a start and stared up at him. Doing so made her arch her back and it was all Kintaro could do to keep his eyes in his head as her blouse gapped even further. Fortunately for his blood pressure a wave of dark-honey blond hair swayed over the objects of his attention and he could breath again.

“Oh my, that would be ever so kind. I’m afraid I may have hurt my leg. If you could just help me over to the bus stop. I’m sure if I sit on the bench for a bit I’ll be fine.”
“Behind the two a stealthy figure snuck out of the alley, a box on a cart identical to the cart and box the postman had been pushing. The substitution was made smoothly and he disappeared back into the shadow pushing the purloined cargo ahead of himself.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Kintaro asked. Praying for a negative answer and being disappointed.

“I’ll be just fine,’ the girl said, giving him a smile that threatened to melt his fillings. “Please, don’t worry about me, just go back to your route.”

Reluctantly, Kintaro retreated, though he continued to dart backward glances at the lady sitting at the bus stop. Right up to the point he fell into a particularly deep hole. With about a half a foot of water in it.

“Youse stupid mans. Stupid hair man break Shampoo’s package, Shampoo break you!” An angry voice shouted at him, her Japanese barely understandable. Kintaro looked up, and once again found himself ogling a slice, or in this case slit, of heaven. This girl was not so gratified by his attention as he looked up her skirt at a pair of panties that were drawn tightly up around her plump twat. He saw stars as she wacked him over the head with some sort of round club. While he lay dazed, she snatched the package off the cart and stalked away, fine ass swaying, but Kintaro was in no state to appreciate it, though a student on the way to his part time job did walk into another of the construction craters while admiring the view.

Inside the Cat Café Shampoo set the box on a table and rushed over to the phone. A quick dial and she was talking to Ukyou. “Is here. Spatula girl get Akane, gets over her quick, or Shampoo not wait for youse.”

Back around the corner the suited construction worker resigned his job by taking his orange vest off and hanging it over his sign. “Every thing go ok, Lupin?” He asked.

“Perfect of course, Jigen. Fujiko let him have it with both barrels. Lucky bastard. Wonder he survived. Lets get this back to the hideout,” the man who had taken the original crate said walking out of the alley pushing the stolen cart and package ahead of himself. He watched Jigen pick it up with no apparent effort. Placing his hands behind his back the thief named Lupin casually strolled down the street. Jigen followed after, the crate balanced on one finger.

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Ukyou and Akane dashed into the Café, their eyes zeroing in on the crate Shampoo was working on with a short pry-bar. “Hey, no opening without us. I paid a month’s profit for a third of that,” Ukyou said.

“Well, I’m broke for the next six-months,” Akane one upped her. Nabiki owns my ass till I pay her back out of my allowance.

“Hah. Youse girls have easy. Shampoo have to not kill mens who touch ass for whole week to earn tips for her share. Shampoo would have done for month if had too. Never be a cat again worth it.” She gave a grunt of satisfaction as the top came off the box.

Akane and Ukyou exchanged glances. As far as Shampoo was concerned getting fondled while on the job was her major perk. The only men who suffered for their presumption were Mousse and the few guys who were not her type. A very rare breed indeed. But now was not the time to call Shampoo on her ‘sad’ story. Christmas had come early, and they had been looking forward to this ‘gift’ for months.

Akane and Ukyou leaned in eagerly as Shampoo popped the top off the crate. Both faces darkened and they looked up at Shampoo. “What the hell is this!” Ukyou demanded, pulling out a plushy waving cat.

“No!’ Shampoo cried out and began pulling the contents out of the box. They were all stuffed cats. “Maybe only padding,” she said in a worried voice ripping some of them open. But there was nothing in the cats but cheap stuffing. She bent over and clawed through the packaging material in a last gasp of denial.

Ukyou and Akane eyed Shampoo’s upturned ass with emotions far different from the usual ones such a sight aroused in them. A red battle aura started to form around them as their glares turned murderous.

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“Can’t you just picture their faces,” Lupin chuckled as he pried the top up off the box in front of him.

“what the hell!” Jingo swore. He was in the process of tearing his beard off, but he left it half hanging as he reached into the case and pulled out a stuffed black piglet.”

Lupin stared in shock for a moment, and then a knowing look crossed his face. He started to laugh. Pulling off his wig revealed Nabiki’s familiar hair style. She fell back on the couch laughing hard enough to risk bladder failure. “You know, sometimes, I think Ranma takes these games just a tiny bit too seriously.

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“More Ice-cream, Miss Fujiko,” Kintaro asked, holding out a quadruple scoop super supreme death by chocolate sundae. He looked down the front of his companion’s blouse, barely keeping from drooling on her personal double scoops, as she took it from him.

“You’re so sweet Fujiko/Ranma purred, taking the dish while keeping a proprietary hand on the case sitting on the bench beside her.

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Ranma let out a moan, a hand rubbing her distended tummy. She looked like she was as the end of her first trimester. She was laying on the couch in Ryouga’s basement. A cool rag on her head, and four death by chocolate sundays in her belly. Maybe there could be too much of a good thing? She wondered to herself.

Ranma’s plight was not gaining her a whole lot of sympathy, even when she let out some truly heart rending moans. Nabiki and Ryouga were far more interested in the contents of the crate sitting on the old teacher’s desk. Nabiki had a pry bar in her hands, but it was proving unnecessary as Ryouga dug his fingers into the lid and wrenched it free with a squeal of nails.

Both Nabiki and Ryouga let out a sigh of relief as they shoved aside some packing material and revealed a small keg, and several flattish containers stuffed full of envelopes. Ryouga reached in and pulled out the keg. Turning it he read the label.

“Oh, of course,” he said in a voice heavy with disappointment. “Spring of drowned girl. Guess Shampoo is as tired of her curse as I . . .” he trailed off as he noticed Nabiki watching him with a quizzical expression on her face.

Nabiki’s brain raced, putting together datum, and giving herself a good whack upside the head once she had them all together. “You’re P-chan!” she said. It wasn’t a question.

Ryouga looked ashamed. He nodded his head. “I’m sorry. I never meant your sister any harm, but . ..”

“Once sister-dear adopted you, there wasn’t much any way you could avoid it without her going medieval on your ass.”

“I would have deserved it.”

“Yea, you would have. It was a lousy awful thing to do!” Nabiki said flatly.

“Huh?” Ranma said from her couch, looking at Nabiki in surprise. Ryouga just hunched his shoulders like a dog expecting a kick.

Nabiki stared at Ranma. “He knows it. I know it. You know it. It was a lousy thing to do. No point and pretending it’s not.” Nabiki reached out and took Ryouga’s chin between two of her fingers and pulled his face up so she could look him in the eye. “I’ve got my differences with my sister, and I sort of like you, but if I see P-chan in her bedroom again, we’ll be having barbeque. Understood?” She used her fingers to make Ryouga nod.

“Good, that’s settled then,” she said in a relaxed voice. “Lets see what we got here,” she started pulling stuff out of the crate.

“Is that it,” Ryouga asked tentatively.

Nabiki turned her head to look at him. “What, you want fireworks. You want I should pull out the old mallet and let you have it. Scream pervert at the top of my lungs. Stuff like that.”

Ryouga looked at Ranma, Ranma looked at Ryouga. Ryouga looked at Nabiki. “Well, yea.”

“Not my style,” Nabiki said with a shrug. She then gave him a truly evil smile. “But, I’m sure I can come up with some interesting punishments if you really feel the need.”

Ryouga quailed a bit before that smile. But then he stiffened his shoulders and said. “Ok.”

Nabiki who had been leaning over the crate face-faulted into it. Dragging herself out of the container she glared at Ryouga, her gaze accusing him of being responsible for her looking silly. “That was a joke. You understand joke. Ha Ha. Funny. You see.”

Ryouga winced a bit at the sarcasm, and said in a weak voice. “It would make me feel better.”

Nabiki rolled her eyes. Maybe she could buy him a hair-shirt. No, forget about buying. Maybe she could make him knit one, and then wear it. These honor nuts. Now that the sordid truth was out the idiot might do something stupid, like opening up his belly with a tanto. That thought caused her stomach to churn a bit.

With some surprise Nabiki realized she actually cared about the big lug. It wasn’t the sex. That was enjoyable, but she knew if she wanted it, she could get it easily enough elsewhere. It was the fun she had with them. How long had it been since she’d had fun just for the sake of having fun. So long in fact she couldn’t remember.
She turned so she was fully facing Ryouga. “Ok. You want punishment. I’ll give you punishment.” She looked around the room. “I’m sure we can find lots of options, if we just look.”

Nabiki eyes fell on the keg of drowned girl water. She picked it up. “This for instance. Maybe we should turn you into a girl. Much more interesting than punishing a pig, and I’m not really all that fond of bacon. What do you think.”

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Ranma sat up suddenly as Nabiki picked up the keg of drowned girl water. “What, no wa . . .” She started to protest. What else she might have said was lost as she suddenly turned green, clapped a hand to her mouth, and rushed out of the basement.

Ranma’s display had done one thing. Got Nabiki’s mind out of the rut it had been in. She’d been thinking moment to moment. Not a good way to win in chess or life. The slightly sarcastic smile on her face became thoughtful. Ryouga’s depressed, hit me I deserve it, attitude was perfectly in keeping with the character of the Ryoga Nabiki had come to know over the last year. It was way off base for the one she’d gotten to know, and not just in the biblical sense, much better over the last two and a half weeks.

Ryouga was reaching for the keg of water in her hands and she snatched it away. It was too heavy to hide behind her back so she placed it by the crate and put herself between Ryouga and it. “Want to tell me what this is all about?”

Ryouga looked puzzled, and just a tiny bit wary. “What. I deserve punishment. You asked if I thought getting a girl curse would do it.”

Nabiki shook her head in a world weary manner. “Give it a rest. Ranma’s gone, and no one else in the room is buying your story. So, tell me, or I’ll discuss my deductions with Ranma when she, or he, gets back.”

“No!” Ryouga cried out in quick panic before he could control himself.

Nabiki kept her expression the same, but inside was pumping a fist in the air. She decided to salt the mine a little. “Look. I’ve already figured most of it out. I just want to hear your side of it before I decide if I’m going to blow the whistle or not.”

“Ryouga went a bit pale. He swallowed, and glanced toward the stairs. “Ok, Ok.” he took a deep breath. “Ok, so you know I’m gay.”

Nabiki was proud of herself. She didn’t facefault, or shout, WHAT!” out loud. She did have a sudden flashback of being tied over a desk while Ryouga’s plowed her from behind with every indication of enjoyment.

Ryouga was continuing, not noticing her suddenly skeptical expression. “Or that’s what I thought. But then Ranma and I started to play the games, and I found out that I loved sex that way too. I thought it was just because Ranma was a boy, but when Ranma invited you to join I enjoyed it with you too. So I guess I’m really bi-sexual.”

Nabiki just nodded her head. Now that she’d gotten him to uncork she wasn’t going to interrupt till he spilled everything. Sometimes the best way to interrogate someone was just to keep your mouth shut and let them fill up the silence.

“I just wish Ranma was bi as well, but he won’t have anything to do with guys, Not sexually anyway.”

Nabiki could not keep quiet at this. “Pardon me. I’ve seen your little collection of photos. Not to mention watched you two screw like bunnies.”

“That’s when Ranma’s a girl, and we’re playing. She thinks that’s fine, because she’s a girl. But she won’t even consider doing it with me when she’s a guy.”

“So, you figure if you’re a girl, Ranma will be willing to do you because that would be ok, a boy and a girl.”

“Yeah,” Ryouga said, looking a bit shamefaced. “I really am sorry about what I did to your sister. I do think it was wrong. But I guess turning me into a girl wouldn’t be much of a punishment.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Seems to me it would depend on what we do to you when you are a girl,” Nabiki said. She stepped aside and gestured at the keg on the table.

Ryouga looked at her in surprise, and then at the keg, a hopeful look on his face. Taking one last look at Nabiki, he took two steps and stove in the top of the keg with his fist. Picking it up, he dumped it over his head.

The door at the head of the stairs slammed open. “Don’t do it, Ryou . . .” Ranma broke off as she rushed down the stairs. She stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her. “Fuck Me!” she said in shock. A Freudian slip if ever there was one.

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Jusenkyo curses are nasty. Among some of the more tenacious curses in existence. They just don’t want to let go. There was a very good chance that Ranma, Nabiki and Ryouga had managed to steal the chest so easily simply because it contained Shampoo’s ‘cure’.

The curses were not omnipotent however. While their basic structure let them cause increased chaos in the vicinity of people who’s cure they were they did have their limits. Sometimes you could do something completely unexpected and blind side the thing.

That did not mean the curse would give up without a fight, however.

Ranma blinked, and rubbed her eyes. But what she was seeing was still there. A huge vague pig-shaped shadow rearing up out of Ryouga’s body and snarling, with six inch fangs, at a generic human female shape that hovered slightly above Ryouga.

The female’s response to this threat was to pull a napkin from nowhere, tie it around her neck, and then produce a large knife and fork. The pig shadow took one good look at the grinning figure advancing on it, and disappeared. The female shape melted into Ryouga’s body, causing it to shift dimensions.

Unlike Ranma, Nabiki saw nothing except Ryouga changing into a girl, a bit slower than Ranma did the same thing, but that only gave her more time to appreciate the transformation.

Nabiki’s eyes developed yen signs as she got her first good look at the new born Ryochan. “Oh Mama!” she said with feeling as she ran her eyes over every inch of Ryochan’s five-foot seven, California girl, figure.

“Hey, no fair!” Ranma-chan protested heatedly. “How come you get to be tall? “Do you know what a pain it is being . . .” Ranma-chan trailed off as she walked around to face a still shell-shocked Ryochan, and got a good look at the new girl’s profile. Jealousy replaced ire.

Ranma had always felt smug that her own 35.7 inches were so magnum sized for her petite size. Oh, Shampoo’s 38s were pretty special, but Shampoo was bigger overall, so her tits weren’t as impressive in Ranma’s mind, but looking at Ryo-chan she knew her days as champ were over. There was a new sheriff in town, and her 44 magnums outgunned every other girl around. Despite having a smaller torso than her male form Ryouga’s tits strained her shirt to the button popping point.

Ryouga looked down in stunned surprise at the massive mounds projecting outward from her chest. She’d known she’d get tits, but . . . She reached down and cupped a hand under each mammary, hefting them slightly. Her hands were barely up for the task, and she gave a shiver as pleasurable impulses traveled from the boobs she was handling down her belly and straight between her legs.

“How the hell do you walk around with these things,” Ryochan gasped as her knees threatened to buckle.

Nabiki, mouth was hanging slightly open as she took in the sight of Ryochan fondling herself. The money, oh, the wonderful money. Ranma-chan was hot merchandise, but Ryochan. Oh lord. That corn-yellow hair, those tits, the muscular, but shapely body, that natural deep tan. She could go national.

“Nabiki, you alright?” Ranma asked, giving the brown-haired girl a nudge and breaking her out of a potential profit educed stupor.

“Huguhma?” Nabiki gave her head a shake to dispel images of yen notes flying toward her wallet. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were drooling.” Ranma said, snagging a napkin off the table and handing it to her. Geez, I thought Nabiki was straight, she thought to herself. Looks like she swings both ways.

“hehehehehehe,” Nabiki laughed nervously, wiping her chin.

“They’re real,” Ryochan said, her voice rather faint.

“Hey, take it easy with those,” Ranma said turning her attention back to the new girl. “They’re going to be sensitive as hell till you’re body adjusts. Believe me, I know.”

“Oh,” Ryouga said, not really listening fully. “Maybe if I got them out from under my shirt,” she muttered.

“My camera. Where is my fucking camera?” Nabiki cried out as a dazed Ryochan undid her shirt and her new attachments bobbled into view. They stood out large and proud from her body, easily able to pass the pencil test despite their size. Nipples as thick as thumbs, and nearly an inch long were the cherries on top of the best looking dessert Ranma had ever seen.

“Oh yea, no more caging ice-cream if Ryouga’s around,” Ranma thought glumly as she took in the sight. She brightened as she considered a more pleasant topic. Her guy side was going to love them.

Ranma was really not as mentally disturbed as Ryouga imagined. She’d simply adapted to her situation in the most effective way she could. As a guy, she’d been very strongly heterosexual, and so was her female form, who had a natural craving for males that was so against Ranma’s male nature, that it could have driven him into a suicidal down-spiral if he’d been less mentally resilient. Instead, once Ranma-chan discovered how much fun sex could be, she’d eagerly taken to it, with nary a care that she was screwing her best ‘male’ buddy. Her male side had just as eagerly enjoyed Nabiki’s favors when she’d joined their games.

There was another point where Ryouga had gotten it wrong. Even as a girl, Ranma was not into touchy feely discussions and her rather sparse explanation as to why she enjoyed sex with Ryouga so much had made him draw the wrong conclusions.

Ranma didn’t make a distinction between play sex and real sex. She made a distinction between fun sex and other sex. The other sex was the vaguely remembered encounters with the 3Ls.

Ranma had shaken loose not just her sexuality when she’d bedded Ryouga, she’d also let out her inner child, which Genma had locked away at the age of four.

Vague signs of this side of Ranma had been showing through the cracks ever since she was cursed. Before the curse, Ranma had been interested in nothing but training, and trying out what the training had taught in practical settings. Since the curse, Ranma had developed a playful side, most often shown in some of the very juvenile behavior he, or she, indulged in. That is till she found a very un-juvenile way to express it.

Sex was fun. Playing was fun. Ranma saw no reason why she shouldn’t combine the two. She had no inhibitions about looking silly while she was a girl, so had no fears against walking around in ridiculous getups, especially if she could talk Ryouga into playing along, which she always could.

There was also another reason for her love of role-playing. Genma’s training had left Ranma’s personality a bit split. On the one hand Genma had spent fourteen years demanding total and absolute obedience from Ranma. The harsh regime they were both under let him inflict suitable punishment on Ranma any time the boy demanded better treatment, or an alteration in Genma’s plans. Starting at a very young age, this training could have seen Ranma very easily turned into a ass kissing toady, only asking how high every time Genma told him to jump.

Ironically, it was Genma who saved Ranma from this fate. For, no matter how much he insisted Ranma obey him. He also insisted that Ranma behave in a belligerent and aggressive manner. To him, and to others. He encouraged Ranma to fight back, to argue. He slapped him down whenever he did, of course, but he gave him even more kinds of hell if Ranma showed any signs of becoming a milksop.

The result left Ranma with very poor social skills. He simply didn’t know how to relate to people in a way that didn’t involve either insults or fighting, and a lot of times both. In any case, the sexual aspects of his aggressive/submissive characteristics got split up between his two forms.

Ranma-chan was a sexual submissive. She liked being topped. More, she liked it rough. Ranma had grown up being taught that if it didn’t hurt, you weren’t trying hard enough. She’d been pushing the limits of her body all her life. Her sex life was no different. She just didn’t enjoy it if it wasn’t pushing the limits of what she could endure.

Her situation with Ryouga caused some problems in that regard. Ryouga was a great lover, but unless she teased him like crazy, it was hard to get him to act overly aggressive. And Ranma could not bring herself to ask him to be so. It was no fun at all if you had to instruct the guy on how to rape you. Games solved both problems. Ryouga could assume roles that had him behaving in a way she liked, and she didn’t have to admit that she liked it.

Her male side got the aggressive tendencies, but they hadn’t had a chance to manifest till Nabiki joined their little play group.

This situation had led Ryouga to believe that Ranma existed in a fantasy world in regards to their sex life and didn’t think it was real.

He couldn’t have been more wrong. The stuff Ranma-chan did with Ryouga, and Ranma-kun with Nabiki, was some of the most real stuff in Ranma’s life. And now things were about to get all the more real for her male side. He suddenly had a playmate who he could play rough with. Nabiki was fragile and he had to always be aware of that. Ranma had a feeling that Ryouga’s girl side was just as durable as her guy side, and that opened up lots of interesting options.

Ryochan was getting a bit worried. She’d finally managed to tear her attention away from her tits, only to find both Nabiki and Ranma out of it. Nabiki was staring at her breasts with a rapt expression, muttering something about “Yen, wonderful yen,” while Ranma-chan was staring at the same breasts with a lecherous expression on her face. Both girls were also drooling slightly.

“Maybe I should have thought this out a bit more,” Ryochan moaned, wondering if she would make it to the door if she made a break for it.

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Author’s note.

And here is Ryochan. Hope people enjoy her. She has many perils ahead of her. Let me know how you like her. Though it is too late to make any changes I’m afraid.
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