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

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Sorry for the delay. Host of things hit me all at once: a commissioned painting, disneyland, the flu, and graveyard shifts.

Ukyo breath hitched in her throat as she looked down at the small stain in her black pants. She'd have to remove those, possibly soon. It shouldn't be to hard to get away with: Just tug her work dress down a little further. Her chest was covered in wrappings still, so it wasn't too embarrassing. She gulped, steeling her nerve as she approached the silent wicker door frame, her mind still racing with the lewd position Ranma was in behind it, writhing on her knees.

With the tiniest of creaks, she quickly opened it, catching the wide-eye stared of her fiancee behind her lewd pose, and dripping quim, presented delicious high. She quickly shut the door behind her, while Ranma laid there, trying to figure her way out this, still inside her thighs, gulping with the quiet click of the lock. She scrambled forward, against the wall, and turned, trying to rise up to meet Ukyo.

"U-Ucchan." She was still ragged, her body still so fantastically aroused, her breast still aching for touch, hating the pitiful jolts Ranma's own arm made she tried to cover herself as she fought to stood. "I-I..."

A quiet hush escaped Ukyo's lips, pursed deliciously inviting. Ranma's drunken haze may have been broken, but the effects had not quite escape her system, an instinctive lurch forward stopped midway. Ukyo pressed a finger against Ranma's own lips, shivering as she was greeted with a gentle kiss. She pinned her prey softly against the wall, her own lust beginning to flare out.

"It's okay." She whispered huskily into the shivering red-head. "It's fine, Ranma..."

"I-I'm..." The girl choked. "Shampoo, she-"

"I know; I saw through the crack in the door. I know you're not a pervert Ranma, it's okay. You're probably not used to doing... this."

"Ucchan." She whispered. "Sorry."

"Shhh..." She sat down on the small step on the booth, legs spread wide, the slightly peek of her panty laden womanhood peeking through. She held Ranma by her arm, guiding her to Ukyo's front, looking down with a mix of confusion, lust, and shame. "Come on." She said, patting the space between her inviting thighs. "Sit down."

Ranma was hesitant. "U-Ucchan?"

"Trust me. Okay?" She gripped her hand a little harder, the gentle squeeze an added 'Please, Ranma.' It took a moment, but the red head nodded, and turned her back to Ukyo, who took a second to truly admire the gifted form of Nyannichuan, definitely more of a blessing then the curse Ranma made it to be. She definitely had the strongest urge to nibble gently at large, bulbous rear made of muscle and just the thinnest layer of fat, but she held it down as Ranma lowered herself into Ukyo's Lap.

Hands wrapped Ranma's tight stomach. "Ever do this before, Ranma?" She softly chirped into the girl's ear, gently rubbing the girls tummy, thin circles tickling the redhead, exciting her breath.

"... Once." She whispered in a hitched voice. "... maybe twice."

"Hmm hmm." Ukyo laughed quietly. "I take it back, maybe Ranma is a pervert."

"Ukyo?"

"Shh, relax." She leaned in, nuzzling the girl's neck. "I'm just as perverted."

Ranma couldn't help the chirp as Ukyo finished with a feather-light kiss. She brought her hand up to cover for the second one. "My my, so sensitive." She dipped her lips into the nape of Ranma's neck for another set of pecks. Her hands rose, cupping those fantastically plump globes, squeezing them softly as she Ranma reeled back into her.

"Is this what you were worried about?" Ukyo whispered. "That I'd leave you if I saw you like... this?"

"K-kinda..." The red head squeaked.

She responded with a gentle twist of Ranma's nipples, causing the red-hair to arch back, and give her a silent moan. Ranma quickly bite down on her hand to stop the series of chirps and calls from escaping her weak lips as Ukyo rolled her thumbs of her nipples, tiny, perk, erect and ready to be toyed with so expertly.

She felt some disappointment when one them left, but shiver with delight as it trailed down her stomach, exciting her skin like a cube of ice was being guide down to her navel. Then past, stopping just short of her tiny red patch. A thought hit Ukyo, and she couldn't help but tease.

"So well kept. Who's the lucky guy, Ranma?" Somehow, someway, Ukyo had managed to turn the girl's already heated, panting face, one shade redder. She curled a finger around, taking a single swipe around the honey drench mound of her fiancee. The girl chirped, her hips lurching forward, demanding more treatment to her heat. "Like that" She said, kissing Ranma's neck for good measure, "My Ranma?"

Ranma nodded her head, bowing her head down shamefully. "Don't worry, Ucchan will take care of you." The brown girl whispered huskily as she dipped three finger into the suddenly shocked and jolted fiancee, who only just suppressed the moans and chirps fighting to escape.

Curling, spreading, pumping in and out of the red head's gyrating hips, Ukyo worked, her body reveling in the sight of the shorter girl squirming in her arms, as she groped and rubbed Ranma's breasts with her free hand. Ranma shivered in delight as her fiancee played with her, drawing her closer and closer to the wonderful end she's grown so addicted to.

Hotter and hotter the red-head grew, her cries banging at her mouth, threatening ever more to escape. She nearly drew blood as she bit down on her knuckles. "U-Ucchan!~" She managed. "I'm... I..."

A few more presses of Ranma's swollen button, and all the air had left the girls lungs. She was going to scream, loudly. Luckly, Ukyo had a helpful way of sound proofing her.

With a deep, tight, passionate kiss as she held the suddenly stiffen, lighting shooting through every nerve, causing each of them to exploding with endorphin powered ecstasy. Her eyes shut, teary, as she strength drained into Ukyo's mouth through their colliding tongues. For what seemed like hours, Ukyo held the girl steady.

She slackened, rag dolling as the high set in, falling into the grip of Ukyo's relaxing hug. She panted, her body flush, her glazed in afterglow. "Ucchan-" she whispered.

"Shh. Just relax and get your legs back. You wouldn't to get Akane supicious, you know." She said. "I'll help you change, okay?"

The redhead could only nod in response.

It had only been about 5 minutes before she tried to rise again, peeling herself off the juice covered seat, not really caring if Ukyo got a good look at her best feature. Which she did, and licked her lips at the sight. She leaned against the wall, nearly presenting Ukyo with a second offering, but the brown girl thought the better of it as she reached down for Ranma's Boxers, spanking the girl softly with an "Up!"

Ranma obeyed, and was rewarded with another soft swat for the other leg. "Ucchan... That was..."

"Arms up." The taller girl whispered into her ear. "Don't worry Ranma. You're not used to being a girl. You probably couldn't help it. It's a lot better then a boy's, after all."

She raised her arms obediently as Ukyo pulled her white shirt snugly over the red head's chest, not to carefully, 'accidentally" groping the poor girl a few times on the way down. Ranma shivered, but fought off anything else. Red Silk shirt, then her pants, and then that nice silk sash she'd worn today. Finally, she rested the clothed girl against the wall.

"I'll see at the counter when your ready. Bring this swimsuit, too." Ukyo whispered with a kiss.

She turned, and slowly opened the door. Good, neither of the girls seemed to be in nearby. With the biggest grin, she took her leave, leaving Ranma alone to regain her strength.

While the clerk was the average horny headed teenage boy, and three very hot girls had approached him, two of them looking especially flustered for some reason as she blindly rattled through the tags, he could quite shake the smell the permeated through one of the more exotic suits. Musky, yet oddly arousing. And slightly damp too, he noted, but passed the chance to say anything. That was rude, and having a chance with any of these girls meant not being rude.

He took a mental note when all three of the taller girls gave Ranma a quick peck on the cheek, before gleefully looking over their purchases. A smug look spread across the red headed girl's face as she eyed the boy. Oh yes, she wanted him, he knew. All he had to do was say something.

But he was sure he would screw it up. He always did, that's why he was alone and didn't try anymore. No point. So he casually handed her the receipt and politely said, "Have a nice day."

"Thanks, kid." She said as she followed her friends out the store.

The walk home was much more relaxing, the girls in chatter, seemingly nothing out of the ordinary between Shampoo and Ukyo.

Which of course, worried Ranma. Terrified her actually. They smiled and held up, much to the delight of passersby, bottoms that would hug and squeeze every inch of them. Ranma's bikini seem to be safely tucked away somewhere in the bag of the three. She blushed at the thought of her body squeeze into the string number, the girls eying her body like raw meat, desperate to "taste" her.

Well, maybe Ukyo would be sated, having had a small taste, she thought with another shiver.

"Are you cold, Ranma?"

"H-h-huh?" The girl said, turning to the trio of girls on the road below her. "No, I'm fine, Akane."

"Are you sure?" She asked again, cocking a brow. "You've been shaking a lot. You don't want to catch a cold."

"Maybe Ranma-honey has to pee?"

"Not funny." The girl whined. " I was... just thinking about something."

"Oh? Tell now, Ranma!" Shampoo said with a purr.

"... What you're gonna make Akane cook for Dinner?" She scrambled. The three girls faulted. Boys. They all concluded. "Seriously, I'm actually looking forward to Akane making a meal this time, considering how well you did with the pancakes."

Akane flushed at her kind words. "Y-you really did like them?"

"Effort pays off, Akane." Ukyo said with a smile. "Plus, you have the best teachers~."

"Shampoo take compliment. Too too nice, Ukyo." Ranma smirked. Was... that a joke? From Shampoo? To one of her rivals? "Shampoo thinking, tonight try-"

Ranma let their speech wander, marching a little forward ahead as Ukyo and Shampoo planned a meal they could get Akane to cook. She wonder if Cologne was watching, somewhere, in the distance. Would she be happy, watching the girls giggling to each other.

Well, for now, Ranma mused, This is good enough.

It was an amazing night fall. Shampoo and Ukyo had settled on stir-fry. Being more her style, Shampoo took command, regulating Ukyo to getting a special sauce made. Well, maybe Ukyo had figured to do that herself as she found herself simply looking on, but it wasn't like either of the girls didn't trust her to make something unique and delicious. Kasumi and Nodoka helped, but with slightly flustered faces, watching Shampoo try slightly more hesitantly to preform the same shadowing technique.

No help still fighting off attack in stall. Shampoo whined internally as she tried to suppress the odd feelings running up and down her spine as she caressed the blue-haired girls hands. It was so fantastically intimate, her breasts pressed against Akane's shoulders, her neck nuzzled next to Akane's. The small fire dripped through her. She, for a second, found herself wondering how Akane felt.

"Akane no." She scolded, willing herself back to normalcy, catching the girl as she tried to toss the contents of the wok like so many chefs on TV. "toss no needed. Spoon better. Will work for you. Toss... teach later."

"I... thank you, Shampoo?" It was an awkward phrase for both of them. Neither of them had really had really bothered to gotten to know each other. Why did they have to fight so often. It was some troublesome and tiresome. Really, this... this was much, much better feeling.

Shampoo was always nice to touch, Akane noted. Her body was always soft and gentle for someone so fierce, years of battle completely absent from her body. Not so much as a hair harmed on her head. It had to be some unseen affect of Jusenkyo, the constant changing into a cat.

"Ayiah... Akane is finished." The blue haired girl turned her thoughts back to the wok, and looked at the sight before her.

The dish was prefect. As expected with Shampoo guiding her movements.

Now it was her turn to remember what she did.

I figure the second dish and the night would be a different chapter. Anyways, happy fapping, kids.
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