Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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Continuing the divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in which
the piece of the moxibustion chart containing the cure for Ranma's
weakness remained in Happosai's possession, until he hid it in Ryoga's
pack. Dark. M/F, n/c, yuri.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 16

Akane ran along the street toward Michio's house, badly frightened. What
could have happened? Had some outside person stumbled across something?
Maybe someone had spotted her in the lab with Hiroshi? Or seen her flash
the librarian? Could one of the gang have discovered Ranma was back in
Nerima? If they had, that alone might frighten them into doing something
unpleasant.

When she knocked on the door, it was opened immediately by a smiling
Michio. He glanced toward a clock. "Eleven minutes. Not bad. Get your
ass in here." He stood aside to let her pass.

Akane walked in, still scared and getting no hint from the boy of what
was going on. She unzipped her coat and took it off. When Michio reached
out, she handed it to him and let him hang it up.

Then Michio grabbed her shirt at the collar and yanked. There was a
ripping sound, and buttons flew. Akane gave a small scream at the
unexpectedness of it. The boy tugged harder, and ripped the fabric off
of her body entirely, leaving her standing there in her skirt and bra.
She looked at him wide eyed.

Michio crossed his arms, glaring at her. "Do you remember what I said,
bitch?" The words were quiet, and cold. "Do you remember that very first
day, when I told you not to tell anyone? Do you remember what I said I
would do if you did?"

Akane stared at him, unable to speak. Had he somehow found out she had
told Ranma? /Oh God, please don't let him know. Please don't let him
post the photographs./

"Well?!" he roared.

Akane cowered. "Please! Please! He's my fiance! I had to tell him! He
can't do anything! He didn't find a cure for the weakness! He can't hurt
you!"

"Strip!" the boy shouted.

She hurriedly pulled off all of her clothes, until she stood before him
naked, trembling. What would he do? Would he really post the photos? She
was crying, and hadn't even noticed when the tears started.

Michio grabbed her hair painfully, pressing Akane to his body and
pulling her head back to look up at him. "You are one lucky little piece
of shit, because I already promised *not* to do what I should. I made a
promise not to post the photographs. I even promised not to whip you.
You understand how lucky you are?" He yanked with his hand to force her
head to nod up and down. "But there is no way in hell you're getting
away with this. You disobeyed me, and you're gonna pay. Now I wanna show
you something. Come with me."

With his hand still holding her by the hair, Michio pulled Akane up the
stairs to his bedroom. He tossed her through the open doorway, forcing
her to cry out as she tripped and landed on the bed. Peripherally, she
saw that the entire gang was in the room. But she was unable to take her
eyes off the girl on the bed in front of her.

It was Ranma. Naked. Kneeling there with her wrists tied to her ankles
behind her. There was drying semen on her face, especially her chin and
cheeks. Akane could easily identify such residues by now. There was more
on her thighs and matted in the red tangle of hair at the junction of
her legs. Additional dried streaks could be seen elsewhere. Ranma's
nipples appeared to be swollen, and there were slight bruises on her
breasts, probably from simple mauling.

And her expression was utterly downcast. She refused to meet Akane's
eyes. Shame radiated off of her in waves.

"Oh, Ranma!" Akane whispered, more tears running from her eyes. "Why? I
told you not to do it. I practically *begged* you not to do it. Why did
you ..." She broke off, and started crying harder.

"I'm sorry," Ranma whispered hoarsely. "I was only going to have a look.
I ... it doesn't matter. I'm so sorry."

Akane was a tangle of emotions inside. Bitter sadness at seeing her
Ranma reduced to such a state. Maternal longing to pull the girl into
her arms and comfort her. Fury that Ranma had dared put her at risk so
thoughtlessly.

"Such a sweet little reunion," Michio smirked. "Doesn't it just pull at
your heartstrings? Now you two listen up while I tell you what it's
going to be like."

He stepped closer to the bed. Seeing that Akane had turned toward him,
Michio reached out and grabbed Ranma by the pigtail once more, forcing
her head around to face him as well.

"From now on, both of you are our toys, to play with in any way we like.
You will do exactly what we say, no matter what it is. We will be
fucking your cunts, and your asses, and your mouths, any time that we
like. You will not do anything to risk exposing us. You will fucking
*not* tell one other *fucking* person about any of this! You got that?!"

Akane nodded. When Ranma didn't respond, Michio let go of her pigtail
and slapped her. "I asked you a question!" he shouted in her face. "Do
you fucking understand?!"

Ranma still didn't nod. This time Michio pulled his hand back and
slapped Akane across the face, knocking her down on the mattress since
she was unprepared. Ranma inhaled with a hiss as Michio got down in
front of her face again and asked, "Do you understand?"

This time Ranma nodded.

"Good. We'll set up a new schedule later. I reckon most of the time
we'll play with both of you together. It'll be more fun than playing
with you one at a time, 'cause that way you'll get to watch what's
happening to each other. But there'll be times we play with you alone as
well. Not that you get a vote. You just do what we say. Or else."

He looked down at Akane, still lying crumpled on the bed, one side of
her face red. "Get up, Akane-chan. Look at your fiance." After Akane had
done so, he said, "I want to hear you ask Ranma to cooperate. To do what
we say. I want her to hear it too."

Akane looked down. "Please, Ranma. I'm sorry. I never meant for this to
happen. Why did you ...? I'm sorry. Will you please listen to me this
time? We have to do what they say. If we screw up ... you know what will
happen. Don't do that to me, to us. Please."

Ranma shook with rage, on hearing Akane reduced to begging her like
that. When she could finally control her voice, she said, "I'll do it.
For your sake, Akane." She looked around the room at the boys. "I'll
cooperate. For now. But this ain't forever, and someday you fuckers are
going to regret this. And when that day comes, you just remember this
little warning."

Several boys shuffled their feet nervously, not meeting the redhead's
eyes.

Michio chuckled dismissively and stated, "If you disobey, you get
whipped. Or maybe we'll whip the other one. Yeah, that'd probably be
more effective." He paused. "Same thing if you use any of those pressure
points on us, Ranma-chan. We'll whip Akane, harder than you'd believe.
If whipping doesn't work, we'll send photos to her daddy. If that
doesn't make you behave, we'll tell everyone in town you're both sluts
who like to pretend that guys are forcing them to have sex. And if that
doesn't do it, then we bring in the final weapon and put the photos on
the internet. So you're both gonna obey, right?"

This time they both nodded, although Ranma did so sullenly.

Michio continued. "The following is an order. And I just told you what
happens if you disobey orders. The two of you are not allowed to have
sex with Ranma as a guy. Akane, if his dick goes anywhere in you, I
don't care if it's your cunt, your ass or just your mouth, as soon as I
find out you're both gonna get punished. Severely. Once again, do you
understand?"

Akane nodded her head sadly. After a glare from the boy above him, Ranma
nodded as well. Inside he was seething. He was going to be forced to
watch these animals have sex with Akane, something which he had not yet
done himself and would now have to be extremely cautious about doing.
For that matter, he hadn't yet come up with a solution for his little
`problem' concerning making love to Akane, and was pretty upset about
this complication being added on top of that.

Michio gave an evil grin. "Akane, tell everyone in the room that you're
relieved you won't have to screw Ranma. That you like our cocks a lot
better."

Her eyes went wide. "No. Please, God no. Don't make me say that."

The boy's face darkened. "Are you disobeying be already?"

Ranma whispered, "Just say it, Akane."

The dark-haired girl look down, yet more tears running along her cheeks.
"Thank you, Michio. It makes me feel better to know I won't have to have
sex with Ranma. I'd much rather have all of your cocks in me."

"Better," Michio commented. "Now, Ranma, you tell Akane that you never
wanted to marry her anyway, and you certainly never wanted to fuck her.
So this is one order that'll be easy to obey."

"Do it," Akane whispered, before Ranma could react.

Ranma turned a hate-filled gaze on Michio, but said, "I never wanted to
marry Akane. I don't want to fuck her. It'll be easy to obey your
order."

"A bit wooden," the boy allowed, "but that will do for now." He turned
to survey the room. "So who would like to see a little girl on girl
action?"

After collecting assent from everyone except the still withdrawn Hikaru,
Michio pushed Ranma down onto her back, her knees up in the air and
apart.

"Akane," the ringleader said, "Ranma here has an awful lot of sperm
filling her cunt. Why don't you use your tongue to get as much out of
her as you can?"

Akane didn't even try to protest. As a matter of fact, she had
occasionally fantasized about going down on Ranma in her female form,
and vice versa, even though the majority of her fantasies concerned a
male Ranma. She'd rather the boys' semen wasn't in the way, but she was
more or less accustomed to getting that into her mouth by now. The
teenage girl lowered her head between her fiance's thighs and began
licking.

Ranma shuddered as Akane's tongue touched her down there. It was almost
soothing after all of the dicks which had plundered her. At least when
Kuno and Ryoga had taken her, they had also shown some interest in her
pleasure, and the times Happosai had punished her he had scaled her
libido way up. The earlier gang bang differed from those events in that
it had been at the hands of a group of boys primarily interested in
their own pleasure, not hers. Although this hadn't prevented her from
suffering the embarrassment of having a couple of orgasms.

Squirming in delight, Ranma discovered that Akane was even better at
this than Kuno had been. Perhaps it was due to her feelings for the
other girl? The pleasure was so intense that she could almost forget
that anyone at all was present other than Akane and herself. She kept
her eyes closed to heighten that illusion, her hips moving to the rhythm
of Akane's licks.

Akane was enjoying it almost as much as Ranma. She was accustomed to
being watched by these boys during sexual acts, and could put them out
of her mind more easily than Ranma. She gave herself over to the fantasy
of trying to use her mouth to make Ranma climax in her female form.

"Let's add a little something," Michio said cheerfully. "Hey, Voodoo
Spike. The rest of us might be limp, but your balls should be full since
you didn't want to fuck Ranma. Your precious Akane's pussy is sticking
up in the air. Why not go drive yourself home?"

Hikaru frowned, but the temptation of the pussy staring right at him was
overwhelming. He removed his pants and climbed onto the bed. Akane of
course had heard the suggestion, and knew what was coming. Hikaru slowly
eased his large cock into her cunt, pushing forward until he could go no
further. Then he began fucking her steadily, and quite happily. He might
have preferred to have fewer people staring at him while he did so - or
at least less unpleasant people - but the way her pussy gripped his dick
more than made up for it.

Ranma, giving off little squeals now, was so submerged in the ecstasy
provided by her fiancee's tongue that she never noticed Akane was being
fucked. Akane noticed, of course, and didn't seem to mind at all just at
the moment.

Ranma went off first, clamping her thighs around Akane's head and giving
a little cry. Her hips came up off the bed, trying to press her pussy
more firmly to the other girl's mouth and talented tongue. Akane, happy
that she'd given Ranma such pleasure, and loving the pounding Hikaru was
giving her, came before Ranma even relaxed her grip. Seeing both girls
climax was too much for Hikaru, who rammed himself forward, driving
Akane's face into Ranma's pussy, and the boy unleashed a torrent of jism
to be shared between Akane's cunt and her womb.

The other six cocks in the room were standing up again, aroused by this
show. Michio and Tanjiro turned Ranma around sideways on the bed, still
on her back, her crotch and tied ankles right at the edge. They placed
Akane face down on top of Ranma, her pussy right above Ranma's face, and
Akane look down at Ranma's newly cleaned snatch. Both girls assumed they
were about to be told to eat each other out, and neither one
particularly found herself objecting to the notion.

The boys, however, had other ideas. Tanjiro stepped up between Ranma's
legs, lifted Akane's head by her hair, and pushed his dick deep into her
mouth. Pulling back out, he lowered his aim and slowly thrust his cock
into Ranma's cunt. Akane watched, disturbed, as Ranma's vagina stretched
around this intruder. Then she gasped as someone entered her.

At the other end, Michio had climbed onto the bed, kneeling above
Ranma's head. Smiling down at the fuming redhead who was wincing as
Tanjiro's prick pushed within her, Michio slowly lined the head of his
cock up with Akane's entrance. With one more grin at Ranma he pushed
forward, the head of his cock spreading Akane's petals and sliding
within.

Both of the girls were distressed about the current situation. The
screwing their own cunts were receiving felt good, whether they wanted
it to or not. But neither one was at all happy, to put it mildly, about
being forced to watch - from a distance of mere centimeters - as some
rapist's cock sawed in and out of the pussy of the person she planned to
marry one day. Ranma thought about biting Michio's balls as they swung
near her face, but remembering the earlier blowjobs, she knew that she
could not hurt him and he might even find her mouthing pleasurable.

Nor was Akane any happier about the fact that from time to time Tanjiro
would pull himself out of Ranma entirely, and make Akane take his staff
in her mouth. She would suck on it for a couple of strokes, cleaning it
of Ranma's secretions and leftover semen from Ranma's earlier fucks, and
then Tanjiro would shove it back into Ranma's cunt.

To say Ranma was unhappy watching Michio's cock thrusting into Akane's
vagina, just centimeters above her eyes, didn't come anywhere near to
describing what she was feeling. What was happening to herself was in
some sense happening to a body which was a step removed from her own, a
body given to her by a pool in China, not her true, original body. But
up above her, that was her fiancee's one and only body, the one she
would marry some day, the one to which she would make love, and watching
another man's cock going where her own had never gone was like being in
a corner of hell. Just to add insult to injury, every now and then as
Michio pulled back he would also pull out some of the cum Hikaru had
deposited there, which would then drip onto Ranma's face.

Tanjiro started thrusting hard, in and out of Ranma, and Akane watched
in fascination as the girl under her took this pounding. The boy grunted
something which sounded like, "Take that," and slammed all the way in.
After several seconds he withdrew his deflating prick. When the head
popped out, it remained connected briefly to Ranma's pussy by a thin
white thread.

Then he pushed Akane's head down and told her, "Lick your girlfriend
clean."

Ranma felt Akane's mouth working on her yet again. It was impossible to
ignore, although she wished that she could. She didn't want to feel such
pleasure when trying to be upset at the sight above her. But whatever
she might have wanted, her body climbed relentlessly toward a climax.

Akane was heading in the same direction. She was pushing back against
the cock thrusting into her, not thinking about whether Ranma would
notice her doing so. She lapped eagerly at Ranma's pussy, trying to give
her as much pleasure as possible. As her own orgasm approached, she
sucked directly on Ranma's clitoris.

Ranma's climax struck explosively, her body arching up from the bed,
lifting Akane as well. Akane came an instant later, mewling through the
lips she kept fastened on Ranma's clit.

Michio couldn't hold back any longer, overwhelmed by the sight of the
two girls below him shaking and moaning as they came. But instead of
thrusting deep into Akane's cunt and unloading there, he pulled out
completely, grabbed his cock with a hand and pumped. The boy fired off
several blasts of cum, which landed on both Akane's pussy and Ranma's
face. Ranma, still on the tail end of her orgasm, barely registered the
touch of something on her lips, nose and forehead.

Takeo and Katsuo decided to screw the two girls in exactly the same way
that Michio and Tanjiro had, with Takeo fucking Akane and Katsuo
screwing Ranma. This time both boys came at almost the same moment, so
neither girl had an opportunity to lick the other. Also neither girl had
an orgasm. Takeo decided to do as Michio had done, and pulled out of
Akane to ejaculate, getting her pussy with a little bit but most of the
gooey load landing on Ranma's face. Ranma, not lost in an orgasm this
time, wanted to glare at the bastard but was forced to close her eyes so
none of his jism would drip into them.

Raiden and Kaori decided to go for a final blowjob apiece, making the
two girls kneel side by side. They were angled slightly, so whenever
either opened her eyes she would see the girl beside her sucking away on
a guy's cock. Kaori was getting his dick attended to by Akane, by far
the more experienced cocksucker of the two, while Raiden fucked Ranma's
mouth with his thick piece of meat. Raiden came first, pumping a load of
viscous semen straight down Ranma's throat into her stomach. Kaori
followed about half a minute later, pulling out and spewing across
Akane's cheek and into her hair.

After the two boys climbed wearily off the bed, Michio signaled for
everyone's attention. "Okay, listen up," he drawled languidly, "I got
some announcements to make. First, Akane's punishment."

Ranma struggled against the ropes still holding her. "What?!" she
demanded. "After all this?!" Akane merely looked on, concerned but
resigned.

"I promised I wouldn't whip her," Michio explained. "She still has to be
punished for disobedience. I got a couple things in mind. The first is
for her alone, and ain't *too* terrible. The second is for both of you."

He caught Akane's eye. "During lunch at school tomorrow, our little
Akane-chan must seduce and fuck the librarian, Fujimori-sensei."

Akane closed her eyes. Ranma looked furious. A couple of the other boys
asked Michio if he was crazy.

"She already flashed the guy, and he took it cool as a cucumber," Michio
said in further explanation. "I bet he won't bat an eyelash at the idea
of screwing the little tart." He looked at Akane. "I'll be waiting in
the library when you come out of his office. You'll go straight up to
the roof with me and show me his cum leaking out of you. Got it?"

Akane just nodded wearily.

Michio grinned, and held up two fingers. "Number two, for both of you.
That party I mentioned to Akane-chan, the one I said I'd have for her in
Kobe at my cousin's place, that's gonna happen. I'll let you know when,
but it'll probably be sometime between Christmas and New Year's. Both of
you girls will screw all the guests. But instead of a dozen men, I'm
going to try to arrange for two or three dozen."

Akane looked like she was going to cry again, as she remembered what
else he had threatened about that party. "You won't ... you won't really
send pictures of it to my father? Will you?"

Her tormentor smiled cockily and said, "Not so long as the two of you
behave and make all those men happy. You give any of them any hint you
don't like what you're doing, and yeah, your daddy'll see lots of
pictures of everything you do at that party. So make sure you're ready
to put on a good act." In truth, he wasn't planning to take any
pictures, but he'd rather make the two of them sweat.

Michio then said. "Another thing. Not a punishment this time. Well, you
bitches might consider it a punishment, but who cares what you think."
He looked at the other boys. "We got us two toys now, and only seven
guys, and none of us guys are superhuman. We're not going to be able to
give these girls as much fucking as they deserve. I think we're gonna
need a couple more dicks in this group. Whaddya think?"

"Won't that mean less for us?" Takeo suggested, scowling.

"That's what I was gonna say," Katsuo said, adding his own complaint.

"You wanna know what *I* think?" Ranma inquired darkly.

"No," Michio answered the redhead tersely, before looking around the
group again. "Listen, assholes. With two girls to fuck, even with a
couple extra guys we'll be getting more pussy than we were getting
before Ranma was so kind as to show up. One of the new guys might also
have an empty house we can screw 'em in, which could take some of the
pressure off me and Gos. Most of all, if we don't get some more guys,
then our Akane-chan is gonna be getting less dick than she's used to,
and I don't think that's fair at all."

Tanjiro proclaimed, "It's okay with me. To tell the truth, I don't have
time to do a lot more fucking."

"Me either," Kaori added. "My parents are getting on my case to put in
more time studying. Unlike you children, I got entrance exams coming
up."

The others eventually gave their assent, with shows of greater or lesser
reluctance. Michio took command again. "Okay, now that's settled.
Tomorrow, after school, Ranma is going to take Akane's place over at
Hikaru's house ..."

Gosunkugi interrupted. "I told you I don't want to ..."

He was interrupted in turn. "I don't care whether you stick your dick in
her or not. The other guys will want to fuck our red-haired toy. And
Akane's going to be busy."

Michio turned back to Akane. "Tomorrow afternoon you're going to seduce
and fuck two other guys from school. Don't tell them about all this
shit. Just fuck them, and let them know they'll get to fuck you again
from time to time. Leave it up to me to bring them into our little
troop. I'll probably wait until Sunday, after the term is finished. We
can have one more party, just the seven of us, Saturday afternoon."

The boy stroked his chin. "Now the question is, who do we pick? It's got
to be someone we can control. Someone perverted enough to go along with
it once they know the full deal. Any suggestions?" He gave an evil grin.
"Maybe we should ask our toys. Hey, Akane-chan. Anybody in particular
you'd like to fuck?"

Akane thought quickly. One possibility occurred immediately. He'd been
fairly nice to her, and she had to admit she'd enjoyed his attentions.
She closed her eyes and said, "Just whoever you choose, don't pick
Ranma's friends Hiroshi and Daisuke. Because that would just be sick."

Michio's face lit up. "You know, you're right! That *would* be sick,
watching little Ranma-chan getting screwed by her two best friends." He
laughed. "It's perfect! They'd be easy enough to cow, and they're both
more than perverted enough to get off on the idea."

Katsuo chimed in, "We ought to be able to use Hiroshi's house, too. He
lives alone with his mom, so she has to work."

Michio nodded cheerfully. "I think that's decided. Tomorrow afternoon
you fuck both Hiroshi and Daisuke, and let them know they're going to be
fucking you a lot from now on. Come over to Hikaru's place after you're
done to tell us you accomplished your little mission. And when I talk to
those two on Sunday, I'd better find out you did exactly as you were
told."

Akane faintly said, "I hope you end up in hell one day, Yuzuki-kun."
Inside, however, she was grimly pleased. She was sure that Hiroshi, at
least, would treat her and Ranma fairly decently.

"That goes double for me," Ranma growled, but was too fatigued to think
up anything worse to say at the moment.

Michio looked around. "Anybody else got anything to say to our two
fucktoys before they go?"

"I think we ought to make them spank each other," Katsuo suggested. "I
always wanted to see one girl spanking another. Live I mean."

A few others looked interested. Michio laughed and said, "Some other
time. I gave my word Akane wouldn't get a spanking today. Not unless she
did something else wrong, anyway. Anybody else?"

He got no further responses. "Okay. Everybody take off. I'll get these
two bitches dressed and on their way. You might check in later to make
sure they didn't try to turn the tables on me. I'm pretty sure they
won't be stupid, but you know what to do if I'm wrong."

The others nodded, looking nervous at the reminder of just what sort of
fire they were playing with. They pulled their pants on and filtered out
of the room.

Michio walked up and pulled Ranma over to the side of the bed. "I'm
going to untie you. We both know you're fast enough that you can have me
paralyzed, or out cold, or whatever, and I couldn't stop you. I also
think you know what happens if you try it." He turned to Akane and
asked, "She's not going to give me any trouble, is she?"

Akane took a breath and answered, "No."

Ranma looked resentful but didn't deny this. She put up no fight as the
boy rolled her onto her stomach and untied the ropes. When he was done
she rolled over again, but only to sit up and stretch her sore limbs.
"You gonna let us go now?" she asked.

"Yeah," Michio replied, picking up her clothes. "Follow me."

When they got downstairs, the boy immediately threw Ranma's pants and
boxers into the trash.

"Hey!" Ranma shouted. "What the fuck ...?"

"Don't give me any trouble," Michio snarled. "From now on, obedience
should be your watchword. Just like it is for your girlfriend. Now come
on."

He led them into the living room, where he picked up Akane's skirt and
tossed it to Ranma. "Put this on," he said.

"But what will ...?"

"Do what I fucking said!" Michio shouted. "Stop asking questions and do
what you're told. You know, maybe you do need a whipping like the ones
I've given Akane."

Ranma resentfully pulled the skirt up her legs while Akane looked on,
worried. Michio gave Ranma the shirt and jacket the pigtailed teen had
worn when she arrived and had her put those on as well. In terms of
clothing she looked fairly presentable. Unfortunately clothing was not
the only consideration. The state of her face, thick with drying semen,
was all too noticeable. Furthermore, without underpants the deposits
which had been left within her were starting to emerge and trickle down
her thighs.

Michio got Akane's coat out from where he had hung it, and tossed it
beside her underwear. "Go ahead and get dressed," he told her, nodding
at these garments.

Akane sighed and did so, pulling on her panties, then hooking her bra
and settling it in place. She slipped on her coat and zipped it up.
Luckily it was the longer coat, the one she had worn the day she'd gone
over to Hikaru's wearing nothing else. No one could see her undressed
state beneath it, and could assume she happened to be wearing a very
short skirt. At least her face was not in quite as bad a state as
Ranma's, shiny with the residue of the other girl's fluids but having
only a few traces of spunk.

Michio pushed them out quickly after that, where both were instantly
chilled by the December wind blowing up a skirt or coat from underneath.
Akane turned up her collar and tucked her head down. Despite previous
experience, she was nervous knowing she was wearing only underwear
beneath the coat.

Both girls were self conscious about whether anyone would notice what
they couldn't hide, the condition of their faces and, in Ranma's case,
the fluids slowly moving down her legs. She tried to mop them up
surreptitiously by pressing the skirt against her thighs. Ranma could
have avoided the few stares which came their way by taking to the roofs,
but she was too weak to carry Akane, and Akane was not skilled in that
form of travel.

After one unnerving stare to many, Akane pulled Ranma behind a hedge and
said, "Let me clean you up."

"How?" Ranma asked.

"Just ... try to relax. And don't freak out. Okay?"

Having given this warning, Akane leaned in toward the other girl,
causing Ranma to think for a moment she was about to kiss her. Instead,
Akane licked Ranma's face. Ranma was so flabbergasted that Akane was
half done before she could react.

"What are you *doing?*" Ranma asked. "Why are you ... don't you know
what that ...?"

Akane pulled back a little to look her in the eye, the corner of her
mouth lifting wryly. "Of course I know what it is. It's hardly the first
time I've swallowed the stuff, you know. Now hold still and let me
finish cleaning you up."

Ranma hated to admit it, but the feel of Akane's tongue on her face was
rather erotic, and she felt herself getting turned on. When the
dark-haired girl leaned back at last, Ranma quietly said, just a bit
hoarsely, "My turn."

Hesitantly, Akane suggested, "I ... it's mostly just you on my face, not
them. I don't think ..."

"It's okay," Ranma said. "You do have a little bit of, you know, semen,
on your chin and cheek. Let me."

Akane held still. Despite the wind, she felt a good bit warmer by the
time Ranma was done.

They didn't move out from behind the hedge immediately. Ranma looked at
Akane, bit her lip, then turned her eyes down. "I'm sorry I screwed up,"
she said. "I really was only trying to scope things out. I figured it
was safe."

Akane sighed, putting aside any lingering resentment. "Forget it. I mean
it. I'm not really any worse off than before, myself. Fujimori-sensei
already thinks I'm a slut. Screwing him won't make it any worse. That
party - I'm a bit worried about, you know, so many. But it sounds like
he won't go through with the threat to show the pictures to anyone. What
I'm sorry about is that you've been dragged into it with me. I never
wanted that. And it ... it's going to be hard ... really hard ... having
you there, all the time. Knowing that you're seeing me, hearing me, do
all the things they do to me. That part scares me. Will you still be
able to ... want me ... after ..." Her voice was choking.

Ranma reached over and pulled her close, an arm around her shoulder. "Of
course I will. Don't talk like that. We'll survive this. What doesn't
kill you makes you stronger. We'll get out of it eventually. And then
they'll regret it. I've made a promise to myself. Whatever else happens,
the day is gonna come when I'm gonna make that sick bastard Michio
regret what he's done for the rest of his miserable life."

Akane looked at him warily and changed the subject. "Are you upset at
the idea of Hiroshi and Daisuke, you know, doing that to me? Tomorrow?
And to you later?"

Ranma sighed. "You tried to keep it from being them. It was that bastard
who decided to insist on them after you asked him not to. I don't know
..."

"Ranma," Akane interrupted. He looked at her quizzically. She bit her
lip. "I, uh, have a confession to make. There's something I didn't tell
you yesterday. I was afraid of how you'd take it, and it didn't have
anything to do with stopping the blackmail."

She fell silent. Ranma, not knowing what to say, also remained silent.
After a couple of minutes Akane started speaking.

"Hiroshi ... has been doing some things to me, with me, whatever." She
saw Ranma's head whip around, startled, but plowed on before the other
girl could speak. "I haven't ... I haven't had sex with him.
Intercourse, I mean. Just ... It was all the most stupid ... he found
out something, about how weak I was. But he misunderstood. He got this
crazy idea that you and I had been fooling around, and I needed sex,
that I was going out of my head without it because you were gone. If I
hadn't played along, he'd have figured out the truth about how weak I
was. I wasn't sure ... I didn't trust him to keep it secret. So I played
along, like I said, did some things with him. He's been ... very nice
about it. Sweet, almost. In an insistent kind of way. I wish now I'd
trusted him at the beginning. I think it might have been okay."

Ranma growled. "I can see I'm gonna have to have some words with my
`good friend' Hiroshi. Goddamned perverted backstabber."

"Stop it," Akane ordered. "It's as much my fault as it is his. If I'd
trusted him, it might never have happened. But when Michio told me to
choose two people, I didn't really expect him to be nice about it. And I
thought ... well, Hiroshi and Daisuke *are* your friends, and like I was
telling you, Hiroshi has been pretty decent. I know it will feel weird,
having to ... do it ... with *them*. But I figured, better them than two
other guys who are more like Michio. At least Hiroshi and Daisuke
probably won't be mean for the fun of being mean. That's why I said what
I did to Michio. I expected him to pull some sort of double cross. Are
you mad at me?"

Ranma kicked at a stone. "I guess not. Even if I thought about being
mad, it's pretty small potatoes compared to everything else. You've got
a lot more reason to be mad at me for today. Could we just forgive each
other for what's already happened and move on? I don't ... I don't want
us mad at each other. I think we're really going to need each other,
with what we're gonna be going through."

Akane leaned against the other girl more firmly. "Thank you. I'd like
that too. And I'd like you to ... be here for me. I need you. Will you
come out of hiding now? I know your father might, uh, be a problem. But
..."

She trailed off. Ranma sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Her
father would be an annoyance, and might say crap which would humiliate
and anger her. But he was unlikely to come up with anything which could
be more than a minor blip in comparison to the other stuff they were
suffering. If Akane needed her ... then maybe for once she should stop
thinking of herself. Besides, it might feel good to give some comfort to
Akane. She might even be able to get some comforting back herself.

Ranma licked her lips, suddenly imagining Akane's head between her legs
again, comforting her. She tried to banish the vision, with only partial
success. "Yeah, okay," Ranma replied, a trifle hoarsely. "I'll come home
with you, and let everyone know I'm back. But I'm not going to school.
Not yet. It'd be stupid anyway. There's only two days left before the
break."

"Okay," Akane smiled, and gave her red-haired fiance a hug. "No school."
She then took Ranma's hand, and the two of them started walking again.
Ranma tried to ignore the tickle of fluid working its way down her legs.

                               o - o - o

When they finally got home, Akane pulled Ranma around to the side gate.
"We sneak in and wash up first," she explained. "Then you can say hello
to everyone." Ranma merely nodded agreement.

Akane opened the gate a few centimeters, taking a quick peek. The coast
was clear. Still holding Ranma's hand, she pulled her fiance inside. The
pair crossed behind the dojo, then scooted across the small open space
to the back door of the house. Once again taking time to make sure no
one would see them, they slipped inside, and ran the few meters to the
door into the changing room, practically falling through in their haste
to get under cover.

Akane immediately shrugged off her coat, standing there in only her
undergarments. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. At this
point Ranma spun around, blushing.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Ranma asked.

Akane noticed the blush. She stepped up behind Ranma wearing only her
panties, and put her arms around the other girl, hugging her from
behind. Her voice, when she spoke, was amused. "I can't believe you're
embarrassed to see me undressed after everything that happened this
afternoon. If you got as good a look at me as I got at you, then it
seems pretty pointless to worry about being shy any more. Come on. Get
undressed and we'll bathe together."

"Y-You really mean it?" Ranma felt confused, wondering where the Akane
she knew had disappeared to. Then she sighed. She knew all too well why
Akane had changed. "I ... I guess I'd like that," Ranma admitted. She
didn't want to say anything, but she was feeling a bit rocky after this
afternoon, and was hoping she'd get a chance to hold Akane for a while.

The two girls entered the bathing room, both nude, Ranma still nervous
and Akane seemingly untroubled. They sat on stools side by side and
washed off the remains of what the boys had done. At Akane's suggestion
they also washed each other's backs. After rinsing, Akane got up and
stepped into the furo, settling down into the hot water with a groan of
relief. Then she opened one eye to gaze at her female fiance, who was
standing there biting her lip as if unsure what to do.

"Come on in," Akane said. "It's okay. Don't you want to soak in the furo
with me?"

"O'course I do," Ranma said hurriedly. She stepped into the water,
instantly becoming male, his erection providing insight as to his state
of mind. He quickly sank down, hiding it under the water.

"Could you move a little closer?" Akane suggested, holding out an arm.

Ranma slid over to sit beside Akane, putting one arm around her back and
pulling her close. Akane put an arm behind Ranma as well, leaning her
head against his shoulder. They sat there for a time in silence,
enjoying the hot water and each other's presence.

Akane was the one who finally broke the silence. "Today was pretty hard
on you, wasn't it?"

The boy beside her blustered. "What? Naw? I can take it. But I'm gonna
make sure they pay for it some day."

"Ranma," she spoke his name softly. "Please. We have to be honest with
each other. It's our only hope for getting through this. Please don't
close yourself off to me."

Ranma sighed. "The worst thing was having to watch what they were doing
to you. I wanted to kill them for that. But ... I guess what they did to
me kinda shook me too. It was ... When Kuno did it to me the first time,
I wanted to kill the asshole, but he was actually trying to be nice, in
his own warped way. Ryoga, I'd like to break him in half too, but he at
least seemed to care what I was feeling. The other times someone did it
to me ... down there ... I was under those damn libido pressure points,
and didn't care. Or cared too much. Whatever. This was the first time I
was aware of being so ... used. How do you stand it?"

Akane hugged him a little harder. "It hasn't been easy. I guess after
the first dozen times or so, I started getting used to ... being used.
And a lot of times I tried to pretend it was you. That sometimes made it
easier. I'm glad you're here to hold me now."

"Yeah," Ranma breathed, tightening his own arm. He bit his lip. "Akane?
I don't know what to do. I don't see any way out. I had a chance to boot
up Michio's computer, but it has a password. I ain't even sure the stuff
is on there."

"I think we need to focus on one problem at a time," Akane replied. "The
way we are, we're too defenseless. Even if we could destroy the
evidence, they'd just overpower us again, take more photos. Unless we
killed them. Would you be willing to kill them?"

"I'd like to," Ranma growled. Then, as Akane just kept looking at him,
his lip twisted and he settled back some with a sigh. "Okay, no. I don't
want to be a murderer. But I wouldn't mind beating on 'em hard enough to
land them in the hospital."

She hugged him. "Thank you. I don't think I'd like what it would do to
you to murder them all, no matter how good your reasons are. Not to
mention the problems if the police tracked it back to you. So I think
the first thing we have to focus on is getting our strength back."

"If we ever see Ryoga again," Ranma muttered. "If he still has the damn
piece of paper we need."

"Shh," she shushed. "Think positive. Once we get our strength back, that
only leaves us with the problem of what to do about their blackmail."

Ranma thought about it, then replied, "That makes some sense, but ...
there ain't no harm in trying to come up with a plan now. If we can
figure something out, then we can carry it out as soon as we're cured.
No reason to wait for the cure before make plans."

Akane closed her eyes. "For weeks I felt like I didn't have any hope.
Now that you're here, I think I have a little hope again. I feel like I
can start believing there's a way out. Okay. We'll think about it, try
to come up with something. But we need to be careful. I mean it. Really
careful. This is one time I don't want to try some half-baked plan that
will fall apart on us."

"It's gonna be pretty hard on us in the meantime," Ranma pointed out.

His fiancee sighed. "Yeah." Then she leaned up and kissed him briefly.
"But I have you back. And you've finally told me how you feel and that
you'll marry me one day. We'll survive, and one day we'll find the way
out."

                               o - o - o

When they climbed out of the water and returned to the changing room,
Akane suggested, "Let me have your shirt to wear, okay?"

Ranma held it out, but asked, "Why?"

"What were you planning to wear when you leave the room?" his fiancee
asked him in return, as she put the shirt down on top of her skirt then
pulled on her underwear.

Ranma thought about it. His pants were in the trash back at Michio's
house. He damn sure wasn't going to wear Akane's skirt. "A yukata, I
guess," he replied, taking one off the shelf and slipping it on.

Akane nodded. "Now, do you really think I should walk out of here
topless, or wearing a yukata as well? Can you picture our fathers'
reactions if they think we were undressed in here together?"

Ranma shivered. "Put on my shirt. Please. But how will you explain that
you're wearing my shirt?"

She waved her hand in the air as it emerged from a sleeve. "Crazy stuff
happens to us all the time. I was walking back home when I saw you. I
was so startled that I tripped over something and tore my own shirt. You
gave me yours to wear. When we got back, you were so dirty from your
travels you wanted to take a bath before meeting anyone else. I waited
so you could have the pleasure of announcing yourself. That should do
it."

"Sounds good," he admitted. He put his hand on the door. "You ready?"

"Yeah," she said, fastening her skirt. "Let's do this."

Ranma opened the door and held it for Akane. They stepped out and
strolled down the hall, toward the stairs. Neither expected to make it
up to their bedrooms and they were correct. Soun looked up from the game
he was playing with Genma in the family room to see the two passing by
the doorway and called out, "Ranma!"

Genma spun around, "accidentally" knocking over the board, obliterating
the game which he'd been losing. He stared for an instant, then yelled,
"Where the hell have you been! Did you find a cure, or are you still a
soft little pansy?!"

Ranma clenched his fists. "I found a *way* to be cured," he told his
father in clipped tones. "But I need to get hold of Ryoga to finish
getting everything I need. Once he shows up, I should be able to get my
strength back."

Genma's brows lowered upon learning that his son was still weak. Then he
finally took notice of what the pair were wearing. "Why are you
undressed, boy? And why is Akane wearing your shirt?" A smile of
enlightenment lit his features. "Ah. Have you two ..."

"No!" Akane proclaimed loudly. "Ranma took a bath to wash off the dust
from the road! I met him on the way back home ..." She went on to tell
them the story she had suggested, watching the faces of the two men fall
as the explanation turned out to be innocent.

Kasumi had wandered in as Akane spoke. She now favored Ranma with a
smile. "So are you back for good? Akane has missed you so much."

Akane blushed, while the two fathers agreed heartily with Kasumi's
statement, making it sound as if the younger girl had been pining away
with grief at her fiance's absence. She finally yelled, "Stop it!" and
stormed off. Ranma grinned, then followed, heading up the stairs to his
bedroom to see if he'd left anything there he could wear. He'd have to
go and retrieve his pack from its hiding place later.

During dinner, the boy gave a highly edited description of his search
for a cure, leaving out the encounters with Kuno, Ukyo, Ryoga and
Happosai. In particular, he didn't want his old man finding out about
the possibility of inheriting part of Happosai's fortune. This also
meant avoiding any discussion of learning about pressure points and
other things. In the end, he told a vague tale of learning about a
possible cure involving chi, which he thought Ryoga's knowledge of the
Shishi Hokodan would allow the lost boy to help with.

As everyone absorbed his tale, Kasumi turned to Ranma and inquired, "Has
Akane told you about her medical condition?"

Ranma's eyes flicked to his fiancee, then back to his food. "Yeah.
Something about not being able to exert her strength too extensively."

"Yes," responded Soun, eyes growing moist. "My baby girl. It's so ... so
..." The man broke down into a flood of tears.

"It isn't that bad," Akane said with a frown. "I can still do most of
the things I need to do."

"If it'll make you feel better," Ranma told her father, "I think my
cure, once I work it out, might be able to help Akane too."

The girl beside him turned his way with a raised eyebrow, since he
hadn't mentioned giving them such a story. But she said nothing since,
on reflection, it made a good tale. If Ranma *did* get the cure for the
weakness moxibustion, then she would be cured as well. This tale prepped
their fathers to accept that idea.

"Th-That's wonderful!" Soun gushed. "You must find that cure quickly,
son! Go out and find this Ryoga boy, bring him back here, ..."

"Whoa! Whoa!" Ranma held up his hands, palms out. "You *do* remember
Ryoga, right? Ryoga Hibiki, the guy who can get lost in a closet? How
the hell am I supposed to find him?"

"Tendo-kun is right," Genma said. "You must find him, as soon as
possible. You need to be strong again, so you can be the heir of our
school."

"Just stuff it," Ranma said wearily. "I got no idea how to find Ryoga,
but he never stays away for long. Or he never has before. He'll probably
show up for Christmas. By New Year's, anyway. If I go off wandering
around the country, I won't be here when he arrives."

"Ranma's right," Akane affirmed. "And if I'm agreeing with the baka then
that ought to convince you. Ryoga's bound to turn up soon." She ignored
her fiance's scowl at the comment, feeling it was more important to keep
up appearances in front of their fathers. "I'd think you two would be
happy that Ranma will be here for the holidays."

"Oh, yes," Kasumi agreed enthusiastically. "You must be thrilled, Akane,
that Ranma will be here for Christmas and New Year's. It's so sad that
Nabiki is gone. Still, we have to plan what to do to celebrate Ranma's
return."

The conversation then meandered off into how the two families had
previously celebrated the holidays. The Tendo daughters were shocked to
learn that holidays had rarely been much different from any other day
for Ranma while he was growing up. Akane privately resolved to see to it
that Ranma would have reason to remember the holidays this year.

                               o - o - o

After dinner Akane announced, "I've got a lot of homework to do." She
looked at her fiance. "Um, Ranma, did you want to come work with me? You
could start catching up for next term."

Soun piped up with, "Excellent idea! The boy needs to be ready when
school starts. Besides, you two should try spending more time together."
He winked at Genma.

Ranma shrugged. He had said that he needed to pay more attention to his
schoolwork. Although the real reason he followed Akane up the stairs was
the desire to pay more attention to her. The things they'd shared, the
things they'd been through together, made him long for more time in her
company. He wasn't quite ready to try making love to her again, still
worried about his previous failures and how to overcome them, but
spending a couple of hours alone with Akane in her room sounded pretty
good just at the moment.

Ranma had considered the possibility that this might have been a ruse on
Akane's part just to spend some time alone with him. That notion was
immediately proven incorrect when Akane pulled books and papers out of
her schoolbag and insisted that Ranma sit on the floor beside her as she
did her assignments, discussing them with him and asking occasional
questions.

The boy was inclined at first to groan over the whole business. He had
convinced himself that he should try to get his grades up, but that
didn't mean he really wanted to start with only two days left in the
term. January had seemed quite soon enough. However, Akane quickly
persuaded him to pay attention, rewarding him with a deep kiss each time
he answered one of her questions correctly.

After half an hour, while Akane was deep in a math problem and Ranma was
looking on, lost, the door flew open. Their two fathers practically fell
into the room. "Aha!" shouted Genma. "You're ..." He paused. "You're
working on homework?"

"Of course," replied Akane. "What did you expect us to be doing?"

"Er, ah, well, homework of course," her own father answered, a little
red in the face. "No arguments, I trust?"

"No," Ranma said slowly. "Just homework."

Genma seemed a little flustered. "Oh, well then, yes ... Just wanted to
make sure the two of you were getting along."

Akane sighed and climbed to her feet. She ushered the two men toward her
door. "Yes, we're getting along fine. Isn't that cause enough for
celebration? Why don't you two go have a drink or two to commemorate the
event?"

"Not a bad idea, Tendo-kun," Genma said from out in the hall. "We can
have some sake in honor of the future joining ..." The door shut on his
words. Akane locked it as well for good measure.

Ranma wondered if locking the door might be a signal that the books were
going to be put away and something else was going to take place.
However, Akane went right back to the math problem. Her thigh did brush
up against his while she worked though.

After another half hour passed Akane closed the latest book and
announced, "All done."

"Thank God," Ranma said. "That seemed to take forever. Although, ..." He
looked at the clock and sighed. "I guess it wasn't really as long as
usual."

She smiled at him. "The teachers have been assigning less this last
week. I bet they're getting as antsy for Friday afternoon as the rest of
us, and don't really want to spend extra time grading."

"So, um, maybe we could do some more kissing?" Ranma suggested. "Without
having to answer questions first?"

Akane reached over and hooked a finger in his collar, using it to pull
him closer. She kissed him softly, and told him, "We could do more than
kiss, if you want. They'll think we're still doing homework. As long as
we're quiet, it should be safe."

Ranma looked her over. "What about what those assholes said? About not
having sex?" The fact was, he wasn't too worried about following orders,
but he did wonder if Akane might be.

She bit her lip. "It does scare me a little. If they find out, it could
be bad. But I want to ... please you, to make you happy. To be with you.
They're not going to come by tonight to find any evidence. The biggest
danger is if they think to ask and we act all guilty."

Ranma pulled her in close. He tentatively said, "I'm not sure I'm ready
..."

Akane put a finger on his lips. "I'm sure those other times were just
flukes. If we take our time, and if I, uh, help you take the edge off
by, um, you know, helping you ... come ... with my mouth, or hand, well
that'll probably, er, slow you down enough. Don't you think?"

"What I think," Ranma said slowly, "is that we moved a little too fast.
We were still arguing all the time before I left. I want you like that
... I do. But ... I think we should work up to it. Get used to other
things first."

Akane gave a bitter laugh. "Don't you think we're `used to things'
enough already? What are we going to be able to find to do that's new to
either of us?"

The boy holding her felt like he knew what he wanted, but he wasn't sure
at first how to answer this. He wasn't good with words. But then, by
some miracle, inspiration hit, giving him the words he wanted. "I think
... what's new is ... loving each other. And making love, once we're
ready. Those other bastards ... with them it's just ... sex. It might
feel good, but ... that's all. I want to take time to ... love you."

She looked up at him, and her eyes were moist. "Are you sure?" she
wanted to know. "Tomorrow ... the librarian, your friends ... it won't
bother you that they'll ... do that to me ... when you haven't?"

Ranma leaned down and kissed her. "What did I just say, dummy? Someday
soon we'll make love. They're not going to do that to you, so they won't
be doing it before me. All they're going to do is ... sex."

"So what do you want to do?" Akane asked, feeling a little bewildered.
She hadn't expected things to take this turn.

"Um ..." Ranma felt terribly embarrassed. He knew what he wanted to ask,
but was afraid Akane would call him a pervert. Besides, in a way it sort
of went against the grain, given how insistent he usually was about his
curse. Nonetheless, it felt right, and if she agreed, he thought it
might work out for the best.

"Promise you won't call me crazy, or a pervert?" Ranma insisted. Akane
raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Ranma took a deep breath, then explained.
"What I'd like is something those slugs can't do with us. Something
where I don't have to think about ... going off too soon. Something that
felt ... pretty good earlier today."

Akane caught on fast, and a blush spread across her face. "You mean ...
in your cursed form? Both of us girls?"

Ranma nodded. "You ... don't think that's sick, do you?"

His fiancee held him tighter. "No, I don't think it's sick. It's not
something I want to do with any other girl, but you're the guy I love.
And I'll love both of your bodies. I'm going to be honest with you, I
want your guy side more, but ... I, uh," Her blush deepened. "I've
thought about your girl side, too. If that's what you want ... I'll be
happy to do that with you."

He breathed in relief. "Okay," he said, pulling himself out of her arms
and standing. "I need to find some ice water. I'll be back in a minute."

Downstairs he passed the two older men on the way to the kitchen. Genma
called out in a slur, "Youuu done st-stud'ing awlready, boy?"

Ranma looked at him in disgust. "No, pop. We probably got another hour
or more to go. Stupid teachers. I just came down to get us a snack."

He went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, putting ice in
each. Some cookies were transferred from a jar to a small plate. He then
carried the lot back up to Akane's room. When he opened the door he
almost dropped it all. Akane was reclining on her side on her bed,
propped up on one elbow, wearing one of his shirts. The one she had worn
earlier when they left the bathing room, he realized immediately. Her
bare legs were stretched out, emerging enticingly from below the red
fabric. The boy felt himself stiffen, trapped within his pants, as he
wondered if she had any underwear on beneath the shirt.

"Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to close the
door and join me?"

Ranma hurriedly kicked the door closed, then put the plate and glasses
down on the desk. Crossing back to the door he locked it. He looked
Akane up and down, licking his lips, almost regretting his decision.
Then he walked back to the desk, lifted one of the glasses, and poured
until his body shifted.

Ranma lay down beside Akane, who shifted over to give her room. "Are you
sure about this?" Ranma asked one more time.

"Yes," Akane replied simply.

At first they just held each other and kissed, breasts pressing together
slightly. Then their hands began to caress each other. Ranma's hand,
sliding up underneath the shirt and onto Akane's ass, discovered that
she had, indeed, discarded her panties. Her hand spent some time sliding
over the smooth flesh of the other girl's bottom.

They took turns undoing the ties on each other's shirts, slipping them
off one another. This left Ranma topless, and Akane entirely nude. Akane
rolled Ranma onto her back and bent down over her, tonguing her navel as
she untied the cord at the girl's waist. Pants and boxers were pulled
down together, and now they were both nude.

Rising back up from slipping the pants over Ranma's feet, Akane fastened
her mouth on a nipple and sucked. Ranma gasped, a hand going to the back
of Akane's head. Akane moved to the other nipple, sucking and licking
until it, too, stood up proud and erect. Then it was Ranma's turn,
rolling Akane over almost forcefully, lips closing on an already hard
nipple. Akane moaned at the pleasure which swept through her.

The two girls returned to kissing for a time, their hands gently
fondling one another's tits, teasing and lightly tugging at nipples.
After a time Akane's hand moved down Ranma's body, and she slid a finger
into the red-haired girl's slit. Ranma's back arched and she moaned, her
thighs tightening around the finger between them. Then her mouth
fastened harder onto Akane's, sharing tongues, speaking of her feelings
more eloquently with her body than she ever could with her speech.

Soon Ranma's fingers, like Akane's, were sliding between her lover's
slick folds. Feeling Akane's fingers slide within her passage, the first
penetration there she had ever wholeheartedly welcomed, Ranma returned
the favor. First one finger, then two, pressed into Akane's heated
interior. The girls moaned as each tried to bring pleasure to the other,
while humping against the fingers thrusting into their own cores.

It was Akane who took the initiative again, breaking the kiss, rising to
her knees as Ranma looked on, puzzled. She turned, tossing a leg across
her lover, and sinking down to place her face between Ranma's thighs.
Akane's tongue dove in, attacking the other girl's clit immediately,
making Ranma buck beneath her, before skating down along the labia and
plunging into Ranma's broiling entrance.

After several seconds of writhing in ecstasy, Ranma looked up and
finally noticed Akane's pussy spread above her, mere centimeters away.
She brought up her hands and began once again touching her fiancee,
fingering her, bringing her pleasure. Every few seconds she would close
her eyes and almost forget what she was doing as Akane's tongue touched
some new sensitive spot.

It took far too long, but Ranma finally realized how unfair she was
being. She lifted her head and gave Akane's pussy a tentative lick. She
drew her tongue back in and considered. To be frank, Ranma had expected
an unpleasant taste, but it really wasn't bad at all. In fact, the
red-haired girl thought it might grow on her. Sticking her tongue back
out, she gave a stronger lick, bringing a suppressed but delighted
squeal from Akane. The obvious nature of Akane's enjoyment was
incitement enough. Ranma went to work with a will, exploring every
cranny of the moist treasure hovering over her face.

The two girls on the bed drew the experience out as long as they could,
pausing in their play from time to time before returning to it with
abandon. They writhed, and moaned, and squealed, attempting to keep the
sounds as quiet as they could, trying with difficulty to remain aware of
the other people in the house.

Akane lifted her head, gasping, then panted out, "Almost ... there!" Her
head dove back down, attacking Ranma's pussy, tongue darting out to
sweep along the other girl's slit, flicking and swirling around her
clit. Ranma, shaking, tried to keep up, then, as she felt her own climax
cresting and about to break, attached her lips to Akane's clit and
sucked.

Akane almost screamed out loud, saving herself only by returning the
gesture, sucking directly on Ranma's clit. Both of them heaved and
thrashed, moaning, gasping, trying desperately not to scream to the
heavens. Ranma very nearly passed out from the sensations, and Akane
wasn't in much better state.

As Akane slowly rose, then flopped down to lie beside Ranma, head to
head, the red-haired girl panted and said, thoughtfully, "I wonder if
it'll be as great as that when I'm a guy?"

Akane smiled. "Of course it will, baka. Stop worrying. It was fabulous,
and it will always be fabulous with you, because it *is* with you. We'll
have to be careful of course. We don't dare let the bastards get a hint
of it, once we go all the way. Are you sure you still want to take it
slow?"

"Mmmm," hummed Ranma. "Maybe not *too* slow."

They lay there like that for a time, until it grew so late that both
began to worry someone might come and check on them. They pulled
clothing back on regretfully, and hungrily gobbled down the cookies.
Ranma slipped out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom without
being seen, where he used hot water from the sink to restore his male
gender. Coming back out, he stopped in Akane's room to give her a kiss.

"Good night," he told her. "Be careful tomorrow, at school I mean. And
if Hiroshi or Daisuke do anything nasty, let me know and I'll kick their
asses. One way or another."

"Yeah," Akane sighed. "And you keep an eye out for Ryoga. The sooner we
take care of that ..." She trailed off.

Ranma nodded, then reached out and cupped her cheek. "One day it'll just
be you and me. Like it's supposed to be. And we'll be able to do things
like tonight whenever we want. Always remember that."

Ranma leaned in and kissed Akane one more time, a kiss she returned with
all her heart. He turned and left. Akane took the plate and glasses
downstairs, then prepared herself for bed, trying not to think of what
tomorrow would bring.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-07-18: Several people, in reviews and
privately, have pointed out that I seemed to be going into less detail
on the parts involving Ranma. Looking previous chapters over, they are
correct. The problem, I think, is that I was focused on Akane as the
main character of this story, and unconsciously gave less attention to
the parts with Ranma. I went back and rewrote a significant portion of
this chapter to correct some similar issues, and I'll try to pay more
attention in future chapters. I just hope you'll be understanding if I
slip now and then.

Note, 2009-11-29: Chapter posted on asstr.org.
