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 originally remained in Happosai's possession, but Ryoga now has
it. Dark. M/F, n/c.

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

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Chapter 25

Ranma squirmed as he ate his lunch. He couldn't help it. The spanking
Ryoga had given him that morning, even if far from as hard as the other
boy could have done, still tingled long after Ranma had changed back to
male. At least his current gender meant that he no longer felt that
squishy feeling between his legs, the combination of female lubrication
and semen from being fucked. Although the memory was fairly clear, and
mixed disconcertingly with his erect prick hidden underneath the table.

Ranma shifted slightly, trying to ease himself into a more comfortable
position. He carefully did not glance in Ryoga's direction. Given the
smirks the bastard shot his way now and then, Ranma was very worried
that Ryoga suspected his erect state. And would later tease him
mercilessly about being so turned on as a guy about being screwed as a
girl. Which, Ranma told himself firmly, was *not* the case. Uh uh. No
way in hell. He was damned sure of that.

Pretty sure.

Hoping like hell, anyway. Trying not to reveal his interest, he glanced
once more out of the corner of his eye at the girl beside him. *She* was
the source of his arousal. At least most of it. All of it, dammit! He
snarled to himself mentally, then his breath caught as Akane herself
squirmed, for a reason somewhat different from his own.

The memory rose once more, adding extra iron to the steel bar between
his legs. The two of them, he and Akane, were naked in her room. Ryoga
had been playing with them ...

*(Two hours earlier ...) Ranma was dabbing at her pussy with a tissue,
wiping up anything Akane's tongue had missed. The morning's activities
had been fairly intense so far, what with Kasumi away at the market and
the two fathers out in the dojo, leaving the three teenagers alone in
the house. Ryoga had started by giving Ranma a fairly hard spanking,
while Akane was made to count off the strikes, warned that every time
Ryoga didn't hear a number loud and clear that he'd add ten more. Then
he fucked Ranma until he'd dumped his first load of the day in her cunt,
after which he'd ordered Akane to lick her clean.*

*Now Akane was standing beside Ranma, also using a tissue. In her case,
she was cleaning a mixture of Ranma's own secretions and Ryoga's cum
from her face. All while Ryoga stood there, looking enormously pleased
with himself. When they finished with their tidying up, Ryoga surprised
them both by not sticking his prick anywhere in Akane. Instead, he
merely ordered Ranma to go down on her. Vigorously.*

*Ranma did so. Not very reluctantly at all, since the only problem she
had with this was the boy's presence. It filled her with pleasure to
give Akane pleasure, and she set about the task with a will, quickly
bringing the girl she loved to the brink of a climax.*

*Except the bastard commanded her to stop at that point. Both Akane and
Ranma had looked up at him, confused, wondering what he had in mind.
Seeing that he meant it, Ranma slowly backed away and, at the crook of
Ryoga's finger, Akane stood up. Then the boy pulled something out of a
pocket, which proved to be a long silk scarf.*

*Ranma sighed wearily at the sight, figuring that Ryoga was planning to
tie one of them up and have sex with her, presumably Akane since he had
done nothing with her yet. And Ryoga did in fact approach Akane, rolling
the scarf into a long silk rope. Except he didn't tie her hands at all.
Instead it went around her waist, and then between her legs, where he
pulled it tight. Very, very tight. Ranma winced on seeing Akane's folds
squeezing around it on either side, the silk wedged deep between them.
But it was nothing compared to the wince on Akane's face.*

*Akane was driven to protest, which did her no good. It didn't take long
for her to realize the true nature of the torture, as the silk rubbed
against her already sensitized clit ...*

The silken rope was still there, Ranma knew, underneath Akane's skirt.
Ryoga had made her get dressed with it in place, without panties. Every
time Ranma caught a glimpse of her, he couldn't help but think of how it
had looked. Every time Akane squirmed, he couldn't help but imagine how
the silk was rubbing against her most sensitive flesh. He desperately
wanted to lean over and lick the beads of sweat from Akane's forehead,
slip his hand underneath her skirt, stroke ...

He shuddered, trying to control himself. Once again he shifted, unable
to relieve the pressure in his pants pressing against the underside of
the low table. He bit his lip, trying to ignore another smirk from
Ryoga.

As Kasumi began to gather the empty dishes, Ryoga announced, "Akane,
Ranma and I are going out this afternoon. We're going to do a little
after Christmas shopping."

"We are?" Akane asked in surprise. Catching a quick glare from the boy
she looked down and said, "Oh yes. That's right. We are."

"Oh, that's a good idea," Kasumi replied cheerfully. "You can get some
excellent bargains. I'm going out again later myself. Perhaps we'll run
into each other."

"Maybe," Ryoga said with a shrug. Inside, though, he was thinking,
/Damned unlikely, given where we're really going. I sure hope you don't
see us./

On the way to the stairs, Ryoga whispered, "Wear your shortest skirts.
No underpants. Which means that you, femboy, should grab an icicle from
outside to help bring out your girlish nature. I don't care what you
wear up top. You probably won't be taking your coats off."

Ranma wanted to swear, or hit him, or something, but restrained himself.
It would accomplish nothing, and he'd been learning that the asshole
would only take it out on Akane. So he trudged silently up the stairs,
strangling his anger, grabbed a glass of water from the bathroom, and
once in his room opened the window long enough to snap a hanging spear
of ice from the edge of the roof. Dumping it in the glass, he laid out
the clothes he would wear, holding up one of the skirts Akane had bought
for him and deciding that he'd best follow orders. One day, though ...

Akane likewise slipped into one of the tiny skirts. She wondered if she
could untie the torture device between her legs, but decided that
lacking instructions it was best to leave it in place. Other than that
she kept on the shirt and bra she was already wearing, pulled a waist
length coat out of her closet, then sat to wait for the sound of Ranma's
door opening.

                               o - o - o

It wasn't much later that the three of them were stepping onto a
platform to wait for the subway. Ryoga had refused to provide any hints
on where they were going, and the two girls had given up on trying to
dig it out of him. As they came around a pillar, a startled gentleman
walking in the other direction brushed up against Ranma, who was in the
lead. Entirely by accident, his hand slid across her ass, pulling on the
skirt - just enough to expose a sliver of well-rounded ass for a brief
moment. Ranma froze in shock but the man walked on, apparently never
noticing what he had done.

After that Akane and Ranma stopped worrying about their ultimate
destination, and instead turned their immediate attention on the crowd
around them. They'd tried to position themselves so as not to let anyone
stand too close. While they assumed, or at least hoped, that the
incident had been accidental, neither girl wanted to experience an
encounter with a more determined groper.

When the train arrived, Ryoga pushed them into the car ahead of the
crowd, then forced a passage through the people already within to reach
one of the corners. He stood in the corner himself, positioning the two
girls between himself and the rest of the passengers. With a lurch, the
train got underway.

A minute later Akane saw Ranma give a startled jump beside her. The
redhead started to spin around, an angry expression forming on her face,
but Ryoga grabbed her by the pigtail and forced her to remain facing
away from him. Ranma's face settled into a more stoic expression,
although her cheeks became noticeably red. Glancing down and behind
herself, Akane saw that Ryoga had lifted the back of Ranma's skirt and
his hand was buried deep between the girl's thighs. Whipping her face
forward so as to avoid drawing attention to the act, Akane spared Ranma
what sympathy she could. A moment later she felt a hand on her own ass,
and reflected that the boy behind her did in fact have two arms.

Ryoga spent several pleasant kilometers with two fingers of his left
hand sunk deep in Ranma's cunt, and his right hand tugging repeatedly at
the silk cord running through Akane's slit. Both girls struggled
desperately to avoid having orgasms, although they were helpless to
prevent an amount of squirming which they feared the other passengers
must soon notice. Akane eventually surrendered, coming silently and with
a fairly minimal amount of spasms, but still obviously enough that she
attracted a few nearby stares. When she regained control and took note
of the knowing grins directed her way, her face turned even more red
than it had been during the climax.

Ranma was aware when Akane came, and unfortunately it only served to
turn her on even more. Her own losing battle not to come grew ever more
hopeless, as she danced on the fingers pumping inside her cunt, her
efforts to remain still totally in vain. Fluids from her wet pussy were
running down her thighs, and the tension within her was building up
toward an avalanche. She was scared to death that when it arrived, she
was going to be far more obvious about it than Akane had been. When she
noted that the closer passengers had apparently divined what was going
on after Akane's orgasm, she closed her eyes to shut out the sight of
their surreptitious glances and amused little smiles.

Ranma finally gave in, unable to take it any longer, blatantly pistoning
herself up and down to hurry on the coming explosion. Except that the
forever to be damned bastard behind her chose that *exact* moment to
withdraw his fingers. Belatedly the girl noticed that the train was
pulling into a station, and Ryoga whispered to the pair, "This is our
stop. Let's go."

While stepping off the train, Ranma jumped into the air as she felt
another hand caress her ass. She spun around to give the man behind her
a piece of her mind, but Ryoga's hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her
again to face forward. Red-faced, Ranma marched off the train, her face
growing ever redder as she realized that the quick spins must have
thoroughly exposed her, given how short her skirt was. Her hands dropped
belatedly to hold the fabric down, and she muttered the words "Fucking
perverts" under her breath.

Ryoga smiled his amusement at her consternation, but concentrated on
hustling the two girls along through the crowd. He was quite happy for
them to experience the humiliation of public exposure, but wanted to
keep any incidents brief, without drawing too much attention. He
certainly didn't want to risk any hue and cry being raised if it should
so happen they encountered some overly prudish idiot. Reflecting on the
events of the train ride, he thought that they could probably risk going
further, particularly if he brought the whole gang along to serve as a
human shield. Still, on the whole he was satisfied with how things had
gone.

A brisk and silent walk of a few blocks brought the trio to the shore of
a lake. Had it been frozen over there would no doubt have been crowds
making use of it, for no better reason than to show off their daredevil
natures to one another by walking across it. However, the surface was
entirely liquid, without even a thin film of ice, and in combination
with the low thermometer reading this was enough to ensure that the
shore was nearly deserted.

As they approached a group of buildings which stood next to some sort of
dock, Ranma and Akane saw that there were in fact a few people at the
lake that day. On drawing closer, they set their expressions so as not
to reveal what they felt on recognizing the group. The presence of
Hiroshi and Daisuke did not trouble them unduly, but the bastards Michio
and Tanjiro were a different matter entirely. A slight lifting of the
eyebrows was all they permitted themselves on getting close enough to
spot the cast on Michio's hand.

The tall boy smirked at the two girls. "Nice outfits, sluts," he
commented, leering at their hemlines.

They both ignored him. Akane turned toward Ryoga, making it clear whom
she regarded to be in charge, and asked, "So are you finally going to
tell us what you have in mind?" Although she was careful to allow no
trace of her feelings to show on her face, part of her smirked in turn
to see the black scowl that twisted Michio's features.

The bandanna wearing boy made a dismissive gesture with one hand. "These
guys want to take you out on the lake for some reason. Not really
interested myself. But, first things first." He stepped in Akane's
direction.

Ranma just watched, wondering what was really up. Inwardly she was
thinking, /I'll just bet you're not interested, pig boy. Like we'd catch
you voluntarily going out into the middle of all that ice cold water./

Akane's head whipped around nervously as Ryoga lifted her skirt, looking
to see if anyone could observe his actions. He ordered her to hold it
up, and with trembling hands she did just that, exposing herself
completely below the waist. She closed her eyes when she saw the other
boys ogling the damp silken bonds running between her legs. It took a
few moments to realize that Ryoga was untying and removing them, and the
sudden absence of their pressure left her feeling strangely hollow. He
slipped the scarf into his pocket, and told her she could let her skirt
fall back down.

"Now, before everyone takes to the boats," Ryoga added, "I need to come
one more time myself." He was looking straight at Akane. "Of course,
it's a little exposed right here for a fuck, so I suppose I'll settle
for a blowjob."

Akane sighed, but lowered herself to her knees for the inevitable.

Ryoga turned around. "So get over here and suck me off, Ranma-chan."

Still kneeling, Akane's eyes went wide as she watched her fiance sputter
for a second before moving forward and lowering herself to her own
knees. Ranma fumbled with Ryoga's pants, then pulled out his stiff prick
and stuffed it into her mouth. Belatedly, Akane climbed back to her
feet, turning her back on the scene and crossing her arms in front of
her chest. She pretended not to notice the amused grins on Michio's and
Tanjiro's faces.

It took several minutes, but finally everyone heard the gulping sounds
of Ranma swallowing heavily. Ryoga disengaged with a pop, his semi-hard
dick flopping across her face and dragging a trail of slime behind it.
The boy staggered away and sat heavily with his back against the wall of
one of the buildings, smiling over at Ranma still kneeling there and
absently rubbing at her face with the back of one hand. "Nice job," he
called out, causing the girl to first take on a look of greater
awareness, followed quickly by a glare which was then suppressed in
favor of a studied indifference.

Ryoga's smile was undisturbed. "Okay girls, I'm just gonna sit here for
a while. You show these guys a good time now, all right?"

"Come on, Akane-chan," Michio called with ill-disguised lust. "You're
sharing a boat with Tanjiro and me."

With an effort, Ranma pulled her attention away from her fiancee and
things about which she could do nothing. Looking over at her two
friends, she remarked, "I guess that means I'm with you, huh?"

Hiroshi and Daisuke both nodded. Refusing to acknowledge the amused
anticipation in the eyes of the other boys watching the trio, Ranma
stood and marched toward one of the rowboats tied to the dock. With a
jump the two friends woke up to her retreating back and hurried to
follow. Somewhat more slowly, Akane headed for another boat, guided by
the hands of the other two guys pressing on her shoulders.

The pair of rowboats, each containing two boys and a girl, slowly moved
out onto the frigid waters, remaining within easy speaking distance of
one another. Hiroshi's and Michio's strong arms pulled steadily at the
oars, guiding the boats across the calm surface of the water. Before
long Hiroshi was puffing and straining at the task, enough that Daisuke
asked, "Are you going to make it, man?"

"Piss ... off ..." Hiroshi replied in gasps between heavy pulls.

Ranma shook her head. "That's just pitiful," she said quietly. "You're
not exactly a weakling, but your endurance just sucks."

Hiroshi didn't bother answering again, particularly as he saw they had
almost reached their destination. A minute later the boats entered the
outskirts of a sheltered cove whose shore was heavy with trees and
undergrowth. The two rowers backed water to bring themselves to a halt
still some distance from the shoreline. Securing the oars, they allowed
the boats to drift, assuming from the lack of wind that they would not
move very far.

"Why'd you stop?" Ranma asked, looking around. "You ain't expecting us
to *swim* to the beach, are you?"

In the other boat, Tanjiro and Michio chuckled. "Forget the beach,"
Tanjiro told her. "We're gonna have our fun right out here."

Akane and Ranma both looked around wildly at that. After a few seconds
they calmed slightly, realizing the spot was nowhere near as visible as
their first panicked reaction suggested. Which wasn't the same thing as
saying they were hidden, and they both nonetheless felt very exposed.
"Out here?" Akane asked in a trembling voice. She was answered by amused
nods.

Ranma looked down at the frigid water nervously, despite the fact that
she was already female. "You know what's gonna happen if we get too, um,
*athletic*, don't you?" she inquired.

"Yeah," Michio laughed, true humor in his voice for once, "and trust me,
I'm not interested in a cold bath. I guess we'll just have to take it
easy on you for once. A little easy."

Having said this, he lifted Akane up off of her seat and turned her
around, bringing a startled yelp to her lips. Settling her down on her
hands and knees facing away from him, the boy flipped her tiny skirt up
to reveal her ass, before kneeling down behind her. With a look of pure
pleasure on his face, Michio slowly sank himself into her pussy to the
hilt. At the other end of the short boat, still sitting down, Tanjiro
freed his stiff cock from his pants and then pushed Akane's mouth down
onto it. The boat rocked slightly as Michio slid in and out of her from
behind, while Akane pumped her mouth up and down on Tanjiro.

With difficulty Hiroshi and Daisuke tore their gaze away from the sight
of Akane being screwed by someone else. Knowing they had to demonstrate
that they were part of the gang, Hiroshi made Ranma turn around to face
Daisuke, then pulled down on her shoulders, lying her down on her back.
Pushing Ranma's head down between his thighs so that her pigtail hung
down to the bottom of the boat, Hiroshi pulled out his dick and pushed
it into the girl's upside down mouth until the tip entered her throat.
At the same time, Daisuke pushed Ranma's skirt up above her waist and
lifted her bare ass into his lap. Crouching forward slightly, he managed
to push himself into her steamy entrance. Doing all the work while Ranma
merely hung between them, the boys timed their thrusts to have minimal
impact on the boat's stability.

Daisuke was the first to blow his wad, his problems holding back made
all the more difficult by the way the position caused Ranma's cunt to
press tightly on his eager prick. After he slid out of her opening, he
watched in dismay as his white cream slid out of her hole and down her
ass to soak into his pants legs. Tanjiro shot next, Akane's cocksucking
expertise bringing him to a swift finish. Hiroshi and Michio both held
out considerably longer, coming at almost the same time with similar
sounding grunts. Ranma gasped, choking up cum, when Hiroshi's cock
finally popped out of her mouth.

During the brief break which followed, both Akane and Ranma looked
around nervously to see if there was any sign of people who might have
seen them. They were joined in doing so by Hiroshi and Daisuke, after
the two boys took the time to put their dicks back inside their warm
pants. Michio and Tanjiro, although also taking the time to zip up, just
leaned back to take a few minutes to recover, not concerning themselves
unduly with any unlikely guesses the two or three people walking along
the far shore might have been able to make. Eventually the other four,
although less sanguine about it, also concluded that no one was paying
them any attention.

When they were ready to go again, Michio and Tanjiro decided to take
Akane in the position which the other pair had so recently used on
Ranma, with Michio stuffing himself into Akane's throat, and Tanjiro
fucking her. The only difference is that they first insisted on
undressing her, ignoring her protests, dumping the skirt, shirt, bra and
coat in one end of the boat. On seeing this, Hiroshi and Daisuke also
made the grimacing Ranma strip. Hiroshi then leaned back so that he was
lying across a couple of seats, and ordered Ranma to straddle him.

"Hey! What about me?" Daisuke complained, watching the pair arrange
themselves, with Hiroshi's cock disappearing as Ranma sank herself down
onto it.

"Just hang on a tick!" Hiroshi grunted. Once Ranma was fully in place,
he put his hands on her upper arms, pulling to make her lean forward. He
also spread his own legs apart. "There you go, asshole," he said at
last. "Just kneels between my legs, and shove yourself up her ass."

Grinning with enlightenment, Daisuke did just that. Ranma, sitting
somewhat high atop Hiroshi, confined herself to a hope that this
position would prove sufficiently stable not to dump them all in the
lake. Particularly when Daisuke began pounding her ass rather brutally,
and without apparent concern for whether she would receive any pleasure
therefrom. However, she was mildly concerned with how it would look to
everyone if she protested his treatment and Daisuke were to give in, so
she held her tongue about it.

Luckily, Hiroshi wasn't oblivious. "Hey, slow down you screwball! Are
you trying to dunk us?" Sheepishly, Daisuke heeded his friend's warning.
Ranma was surprised by a spike of arousal-tinged gratitude toward the
guy on whose cock she was fucking herself.

From the other boat, Michio called, "So, Ranma ... how does it feel to
get screwed by your two best friends?"

Twisting her lips, Ranma hoarsely replied, "A lot better than getting
screwed by you."

Michio's grin dropped instantly into a black scowl. "Watch your mouth,
asshole! Or your girlfriend over here will pay for it." After a pause to
watch the redhead's reaction, he said, "Now. You wanna try that again?"

Ranma fumed silently, but made her face relax. "What the hell you want
me to say? It feels damned weird, okay? A couple months ago we were
sitting around over at Daisuke's place, playing video games and
complaining about school. *This* ... this ain't something that a guy's
supposed to do with his friends. And it's your fault. Did you expect me
to say, `Thanks. This is great.'?"

Michio laughed, a laugh which trailed off into a moan thanks to Akane's
talented tongue. Recovering himself, he answered, "No, I don't suppose I
expected you to say that. But now that it's come up ... yeah. I'd like
to hear you thank me for getting your two best friends to fuck you. And
to hear you tell me how great it is."

"Asshole," Ranma muttered quietly, then had to stifle a snicker because
Hiroshi silently mouthed the same word at the same moment. Drawing a
breath, and reminding herself not to slow down the rocking of her hips,
Ranma said, "Thanks, Yuzuki. That was a great idea of yours to invite
Hiroshi and Daisuke to join the fun. I might never have thought of
trying it myself, but I gotta admit their cocks feel great stuffed
inside me like this."

On hearing this sentiment, Daisuke was no longer able to hold back, and
promptly creamed Ranma's bowels. He pulled out slowly and flopped down
in the bow of the boat.

Taken by a sudden idea, Tanjiro reached over the side of the boat,
dipping his hand into the lake. As Michio watched with raised eyebrows,
the boy dribbled ice cold water onto Akane's tits. The girl screamed in
surprise, causing Michio to immediately release a torrent of hot cum
down her throat, choking the scream off into a coughing fit. Akane's
body bucked while she coughed to clear the spunk out of her lungs, all
of which proved to be too much for Tanjiro. He flooded her cunt with his
seed.

Akane rolled over onto her side, a few more coughs finally clearing her
throat. She was especially pissed because she'd been close to coming
herself, before having it driven from her mind by choking on cum. Still
naked, the girl decided to continue lying there so long as no one was
going to force her to sit up and expose herself.

In the other boat, Ranma was still riding up and down on Hiroshi. She
was getting close to a climax herself, but was feeling rather ambivalent
about the idea. Part of her longed for the release, while another part
knew that the eyes of all four boys were now upon her and she wasn't
particularly in a mood to put on a show for them. She sped up her
rhythm, hoping to get Hiroshi off before reaching that point herself,
but was forced to slow back down as the boat began to rock a little too
fast. She thought about reaching down behind herself to tickle his
balls, but that would be even more of a spectacle than coming. Ranma
grit her teeth and tried to push the mounting tension back down.

It was no use. Suddenly speeding up again, Ranma began crying out, "Oh,
oh, *ohh*, ..." Then she jerked violently, causing Hiroshi to grit his
teeth and buck up against her. Alarmed, Daisuke dropped into the bottom
of the boat, grabbing both sides and trying to prevent it from tipping
over. He was successful up until the point where Ranma collapsed forward
onto Hiroshi's chest then fell to the side. With that the boat went
over, dumping all three into the icy water. This did succeed in bringing
Hiroshi and Ranma back to full alertness immediately.

In their own boat, Michio and Tanjiro fell back laughing so hard that
they almost went in themselves.

Spluttering, Ranma shook water out of her eyes, muttering imprecations
under her breath about graceless baboons. With considerable effort the
three of them got the boat upright again and climbed back in, shivering
uncontrollably.

Smirking evilly, but not saying anything, Michio handed over Ranma's
clothes. He had fished them out of the water while their owner and her
two companions were fighting the boat back upright. Taking note of
Ranma's rising temper, Akane quietly asked, "What next?"

Michio looked back over his shoulder at her, then shrugged. "Nothing,"
he said. "We head back in now. And while I'm tempted to make you stay
the way you are till we get there, it's just too big a risk. So get
dressed." Tanjiro took hold of the oars, got the boat pointed in the
right direction, and began rowing.

Things weren't going as smoothly in the remaining boat. All three were
sodden, although Ranma did pull her clothes back on. Hiroshi and Daisuke
got into an argument over who would row back, which Hiroshi finally won
on the basis that he had rowed out. Daisuke pulled heavily at the oars,
making poor progress.

Ranma saw that the others had reached the dock while they were still
only halfway back. Uneasy about being so far separated from Akane while
she was in the presence of guys like Michio, Tanjiro and Ryoga, Ranma
ordered Hiroshi to sit beside Daisuke and take one of the oars. With
difficulty, she got the two boys to coordinate their movements.

In a voice lowered to a growl Ranma announced, "I don't know if you guys
got any plans for tomorrow, and I don't care. Cancel 'em. I want both of
you at the dojo tomorrow afternoon, and every afternoon from now on if
we're free. It's time for you to start training, like we said. Then
maybe you'll be able to row a boat across a pond without collapsing
along the way. Not to mention teaching you enough balance you won't tip
the damn boat over!"

"Hey!" Daisuke whined, bugged about the unfairness of this accusation.
"You're the one who made the boat go over, not us!"

Ranma didn't even blush. "We ain't arguing about this," she told him
primly. "My mind's made up. And I don't want to hear *one* more word
about it. Out of either of you."

On returning to the dock, they found that Michio and Tanjiro had already
left, with only Akane and Ryoga waiting for them. The latter raised an
eyebrow, inquiring, "Did you get a little too excited or something?"

Hiroshi shrugged, shivering. "Accident," he stated blandly. "After we
were finished."

The group of five teenagers finally left and walked back toward the
train station. Ryoga made the girls walk in front so that he and the
other two boys could catch glimpses of their asses as their skirts
fluttered in the occasional breeze. He also amused himself making crude
comments about the little trails of semen which appeared at the tops of
their thighs, and in order to keep up appearances Hiroshi and Daisuke
joined in laughing at these and made some crude remarks of their own.

Once inside the station, Akane and Ranma both turned toward the
restrooms, only to find their way blocked by Ryoga.

"Where d'you think you're going?" the smirking boy asked.

Akane resisted the urge to look around to see if anyone was watching.
"Come on, Ryoga, please. We want to wash up."

Ryoga scratched his chin. "No, I don't think so," he told them. "A pair
of sluts like you got no reason to hide the evidence."

"But, dammit, I gotta go," Ranma complained, pressing her thighs
together in alleged demonstration of her need. "Haven't you done
enough?"

Hiroshi took a breath, deciding it was time to establish a little credit
in Ryoga's eyes. "You're a big girl Ranma. I'm sure you can hold it. And
if you can't, well, I guess we'll just have to punish you."

Ranma's head whipped around to stare at her supposed friend. However,
she bit back whatever she was going to say. Instead she took Akane's
hand and marched stiffly over to a bench, sitting down to wait for their
train. Both girls struggled with their skirts to maintain some semblance
of being covered while they sat.

The train back was less crowded, and Ryoga made Akane and Ranma sit on
either side of him, while Hiroshi and Daisuke sat in seats facing them.
Whispering orders, Ryoga made both Akane and Ranma blush as they were
forced to cross their legs in the microskirts. A little later he allowed
them to uncross their legs again, but then made it worse by ordering
them to spread their legs enough to give Hiroshi and Daisuke an open
view of their pussies. Their blushes grew even worse when men walked
down the aisle beside their seats, but the two girls were relatively
sure they managed to keep their skirts covering enough that the
passersby couldn't see everything. At least, they hoped that the men
were stumbling only because of how much thigh was on display.

Luckily, from their point of view, there were a few too many people for
Ryoga to get away with much more. He started to finger their pussies a
couple of times, but was interrupted almost immediately by someone
passing by. He did make them take off their coats and pass them over to
the other two boys to hold, but didn't quite dare to make them expose
their chests.

The other bit of luck was that Ranma's claim about "having to go" had
only been a ruse to try to get into the restroom to clean up. As it was,
they made it back to the house safely. Where Ryoga made a point of
distracting the fathers long enough for Ranma and Akane to slip past and
get cleaned up. The two of them disappeared into the bathing room, where
they could be reasonably sure Ryoga would not pursue them so long as the
others were still in the house.

                               o - o - o

Ryoga stepped through the gate of the Tendo home, returning from his
visit to Gosunkugi's house, which he had made to "get the lay of the
land" so to speak. Tomorrow, he was planning to put on a bit of a show
for the guy's next door neighbor, and wanted to make sure he had the set
up straight in his head. Ryoga thought the man would appreciate the
result. With his hand on the front door, he froze at the sound of a
crashing impact from beyond the corner of the house.

Curious, Ryoga stepped back and walked up to that corner. Peering
around, he saw nothing but now heard further sounds from inside the
dojo. He was now thoroughly puzzled, as he had been under the impression
that both Ranma and Akane were too weak for any blows they struck to
produce this much of an effect. Perhaps Soun or Genma was in there
practicing?

He strolled over and put his ear to the closed door. From inside, he
heard Ranma's *male* voice saying, "Come on, spread your legs wider!"

Eyebrows rising into his hairline, Ryoga heard Akane respond, "Be a
little more patient, Ranma." She paused, then added, "Just concentrate
on staying up."

Face darkening, Ryoga threw open the door of the dojo, only to see four
people in front of him. One of whom immediately crashed to the floor
with a loud clatter and a groan of pain. After taking a moment to
recover from his surprise, Ryoga identified the boy on the floor as
Daisuke, and the other three as Ranma, Akane and Hiroshi. Those three
each had their feet atop pairs of widely spaced crates, about a meter
above the floor, their legs spread out at wide angles. Akane's and
Ranma's legs were almost horizontal, their groins in line with their
heels. Hiroshi's legs were each at approximately a thirty degree angle
with the floor.

Even as he watched, uncomprehending, Hiroshi began to wobble. Failing to
recover, the boy fell with a yelp, hitting the floor rump first. In the
process of falling his feet pushed the crates a little further apart,
scraping them across the floor.

Both Akane and Ranma remained in position, but were now looking toward
the door. "What do *you* want, pig-boy?" Ranma inquired with a sniff.

Ryoga almost snarled in response, but was overwhelmed by sheer confusion
instead. "What the *hell* is going on here?" he demanded, only a little
harshly.

"What, we can't do things on our own without you, anymore?" Ranma
replied in lieu of an answer. "Didn't know we had to ask permission
before we could even spend our free time with our friends."

"Ranma ..." Akane hissed, warningly.

Ryoga marched over, getting right in Ranma's face. "Don't bullshit *me*,
little toy, not unless you want me to remind you of your place right
here and now! Just tell me what you're up to!"

Akane reached out to place her fingertips on Ranma's arm, calming him.
She said, "Ranma was a little bugged yesterday about ending up in the
lake, and the trouble Hiroshi and Daisuke had rowing the boat. So he got
in touch with them this morning and told them that if they were going to
molest us, the least they could do was let him get them in shape enough
that they wouldn't die of exhaustion in the process."

In spite of himself, Ryoga found a smile tugging at his lips. Turning to
the two boys who were still lying on the floor, he raised an eyebrow and
asked, "And you two agreed to this?"

The two of them nodded their heads up and down, not speaking.

"Well then, far be it from me to interfere," Ryoga told them. "In fact,
it's not such a bad idea, so long as it doesn't cut into time for other
activities. For that matter, it'll probably be amusing as hell." He
pointed to the crates from which they had fallen. "So get your asses
back up there and get back to training."

Hiroshi and Daisuke scrambled back up into position atop their crates,
wincing as they lowered their middles between their outstretched legs.

A grinning Ryoga added, "Y'know, I could use a workout myself. I'm gonna
do a few kata over here. Just try to ignore me. Especially if I fall on
my ass laughing."

                               o - o - o

"What's all this?" Ranma asked warily, looking askance at the junk
occupying the Gosunkugi home's engawa.

"Just a little game we're going to play," Ryoga answered. "A fun little
idea I had. With a couple of minor variations after watching you in the
dojo yesterday." Behind him there were three other smiling boys, Hikaru,
Raiden and Kaori. Kaori had a cast on one of his fingers.

Akane could sort of guess at part of what they had in mind, but the
totality of it eluded her. "Could you at least give us a clue? Or are
you planning to have us figure it out on our own?"

Ryoga paused. "You know ... that might be fun," he declared slowly.
"Seeing what the two of you might come up with to use this stuff, and
punishing you if you're not imaginative enough." He shook himself. "Some
other day, maybe. Now listen close."

He pointed to the pairs of chairs facing one another. "First you get up
on those chairs, facing toward the yard. You spread your legs nice and
wide, lowering your cunts ..." He now pointed to the poles between the
chairs, topped by dildos. "Right down onto those plastic dicks. Then
you're going to fuck yourselves up and down on them."

He smiled at the looks of dismay on the girls' faces, knowing they were
thinking about how much of a strain it would be to maintain such motion
after a short time. "If you make yourself come, you can get down and
pick one of us to screw you, although we get to pick which hole. Once we
fill you up, you got to get back up there and continue. So the goal is
to make yourself come as quick as possible, since fucking our real cocks
will be a lot less wearing than pushing yourself up and down on those
plastic ones using nothing but your leg muscles." Ryoga gave a brief
laugh, echoed by snickers from behind him.

The girls put up token arguments, which naturally accomplished nothing,
and a few minutes later Akane and Ranma were both stepping up onto the
chairs. Almost involuntarily they glanced across the way at the house
next door, giving little sighs as they caught the telltale wink from
binoculars at one of the windows. Showing more forethought than her
companion, Akane began to fantasize, and even slid a finger onto her
clit to play with herself, having received no instruction forbidding
them from doing so. She was determined to spend as little time as
possible trying to push herself up and down on that dildo for everyone's
amusement.

Ranma raised and lowered herself, wondering how she was supposed to get
off on this, knowing that before long even she was going to start
feeling the effort. It wouldn't be any problem if she was just holding
herself in place, but managing the small up and down motions was asking
rather a lot from her poor, extended legs, at least if it went on for as
long as it was looking likely to. Ranma glanced to the side
sympathetically to check on how Akane was doing, only to see her eyes
closed and a finger stroking herself down there. At first Ranma was
mildly shocked, surprised that Akane would be getting off to that degree
on these circumstances. Then she realized the truth, that Akane was
deliberately trying to get herself off in order to lessen this period of
torture.

Unlike Akane, though, Ranma resisted the idea of frigging herself just
to get down sooner. She was annoyed enough at the show she was already
putting on. Then Akane practically fell as she climaxed heavily, and
Ranma watched enviously as she climbed off of her perch.

From somewhere behind Ranma, Ryoga said, "Congratulations! We have a
winner! So who's the lucky guy who gets the prize?"

From out of the corner of her eye, Ranma saw Akane make a show of
looking the boys over, but he could guess her choice already. "Hikaru,"
Akane said quietly, proving Ranma right.

"And are you going to choose door number one, number two or number
three?" Ryoga asked, presumably of Hikaru.

"I'm in the mood to take her ass," the slim boy responded. "Come on,
Akane, let's go in the family room. It'll be more comfortable on the
couch."

Legs growing sore, Ranma asked herself just how much more of a spectacle
she'd really be making herself. Deciding that the answer was `not much'
she reached down and started playing with herself.

Even so, Hikaru brought Akane back out with cum leaking from her ass
before Ranma finally shuddered and was able to climb down. Watching
Akane step back up onto the chairs, the pigtailed girl almost missed
Ryoga's question concerning which of the guys would get to stuff her.
She turned to survey the four leering faces before her.

Ranma wasn't particularly happy with any of the choices. Remembering
what Akane had said a few days ago about Hikaru, she very nearly chose
him. The temptation to do so was very strong, particularly since her
experiences with Hiroshi and Daisuke had shown her that if she had to
have sex with a guy, it was a lot more bearable when he wasn't an out
and out bastard. On the other hand, she didn't really want to see how
the other three would react if both she and Akane were only willing to
choose Hikaru. Reluctantly, Ranma decided that she'd better pick one of
the other three.

So, Ryoga, Raiden or Kaori? Well, Ranma was feeling particularly bitter
about Ryoga these days, so she scratched his name off the list. There
wasn't really much to choose between the other two shitholes, so Ranma
picked Raiden more or less at random. Pumping his fist in victory, the
winner grabbed her by the hand and dragged her back inside.

Dropping his pants and sitting on the couch, the boy pointed to his lap
and ordered, "Use your mouth to get me slick, then climb up here and
shove your hot little cunt down onto me."

Ranma sighed but got down onto her knees. With considerable difficulty
she worked as much of the large organ as she could into her mouth. After
a couple of minutes she pulled off with a pop, then got up on the couch
with a knee on either side of her chosen stud. Trying not to look him in
the eye, Ranma slowly pushed her pussy down onto his rigid pole, taking
him in one centimeter at a time. She then fucked him in and out of her,
moving slowly in order to draw it out, having no particular desire to
head straight back out onto the engawa if she could help it.

Akane came into the room while they were still screwing, with Ryoga's
arm around her. Ranma was a little surprised at first by her choice,
given his own feelings about Ryoga. But then she reconsidered, supposing
that it was likely enough that Akane would hate her original group of
rapists even worse than their most recent one. Particularly if one tried
to be objective and remembered that Ryoga said he was going to
eventually set them free. Still, it didn't make Ranma any more
reconciled to seeing the formerly lost boy make Akane kneel on the
couch, and then drive his stiff prick into her pussy from behind.

The afternoon dragged on, with all four boys eventually taking turns in
Akane's holes, and three of them similarly servicing Ranma. Only Hikaru
had so far failed to give Ranma a gift of semen to take home. This was
because Ranma had decided, after that first go with Raiden, that to ask
for Hikaru on the basis that she wanted him more than the others would
be a step toward total surrender. On the other hand, she was sure that a
repeated choice would be met with disapproval, such having already
happened when Akane tried to choose Hikaru a second time. So - after
returning from getting butt fucked by Ryoga - she just kept herself up
on her dildo.

Ryoga walked out onto the engawa, then dropped to sit cross-legged in
front of the girl, looking up at the red-haired pussy slowly sliding up
and down on the plastic shaft. He was feeling pleasantly sated, and
amused himself with wondering how many cum stains now decorated the wall
under the window next door.

Lifting his eyes up to Ranma's perspiring face, he told his one-time
rival, "Akane just swallowed a big load from Raiden. Now that all four
of us have used her, we told her she could relax. She didn't have to
come back out here."

Ranma grunted.

"So, how long you gonna keep that up?" the boy asked. "You got a problem
with screwing that Hikaru guy? Or more of a problem than you had doing
it with the rest of us?"

"Thought *he* didn't have any interest in *me*," Ranma managed to get
out. Inwardly, he was wondering just how long he *could* keep this up.

"Yeah, he did say something about that. I figured we'd just make him
hold still while you sucked him off. Does it really matter to you if he
ain't interested? I mean, enough that you're willing to stay up on that
thing all afternoon?" He paused, then suggested, "Of course, I guess one
of us could go a third time instead. But on the other hand, I'd find it
more amusing to make you do it with Hikaru instead."

"Thanks anyway, but I reckon I'll just stay up here," Ranma said
stoically. "It don't feel like I'm gonna be coming anytime soon, s'long
as I don't make myself."

Ryoga snorted. "I could always make you myself. But what the hell. Let's
just see how long you're willing to stay up there."

From time to time one or another of the boys would come out to check on
Ranma. A couple of times they'd smack her on the bottom to remind her
that she had to keep pushing herself up and down. It was obvious that
the strain on her was tremendous, but Ranma was determined, and if there
was one thing she was good at it was being stubborn.

When an hour had passed, all four boys trooped out onto the engawa, with
a concerned Akane hanging back but watching from the open shoji. Ryoga
looked at the trembling muscles of Ranma's legs and slowly shook his
head back and forth. "You're an idiot, you know that, right? We had
Akane get herself off a couple more times, with a dildo - the normal
way, that is - just to keep us amused. But it's getting late. I'm
heading home, and so are the other guys. I've told Hikaru to leave you
up there till you give in, and I ordered Akane to stay to keep him
company until you do. I'll be waiting to hear just how long you managed
to hold out."

With that, Ryoga, Raiden and Kaori left. Akane remained in place until
she heard the front door closed, then stepped over to Hikaru, placing
her hands on his chest. "Let me speak to her, okay?" Akane asked
quietly. He nodded, stepped around her, and disappeared inside.

Akane, still completely nude, knelt down in front of Ranma. "Hikaru
can't just let you get down, you know," she said to her. "The others
would beat him bloody if they found out that he disobeyed. So ...
what're you going to do?"

Stubbornly, Ranma ignored the fire in her legs and pushed herself
upward, then slid back down. "Guess I'll just have to keep going here,
huh?" she answered.

"Baka," Akane said with a weary smile. "What's the problem anyway? You
picked Ryoga at the end, there. And he took you in the rear. Is Hikaru
really a worse choice?"

Ranma squirmed a little. "Eh. Not a worse choice. Okay? There, I said
it. He ain't as bad as the others. But that's kinda the point. If I'd
refused to pick any of the others, they'd of forced me, so there wasn't
really any point in refusing. But Hikaru ain't interested in forcing
me." She shrugged her shoulders, took a deep breath, and continued her
actions.

Akane tried to see things from her fiance's point of view. "So ... if
you picked Hikaru, it would be like choosing instead of being forced?
That seems ..."

Ranma shook her head. "Not exactly. But if I get myself off knowing that
it'll be his turn, it'll be kind of like I'm volunteering. When the guy
in question isn't insisting. It just feels like a little too much of a
surrender."

Akane shook her own head. "Baka," she said again. "You're just torturing
yourself, and you're not gaining anything in the end. Eventually, you've
got to give in. And Hikaru won't make it any worse for you than he has
to, to satisfy the others."

The redhead sighed in exhaustion, looking at the small puddle at the
base of the pole where her own fluids had run down it and gathered.
"Look, part of me agrees with you, all right?" She sighed a second time.
"But the other part made up its mind already, and that means I gotta see
it through."

Akane cocked her head to the side. "So let's see if I understand what
you're saying. You won't get yourself off. In fact, you're going to try
to hold out as long as you can. Because you can't just give in. But when
you do eventually come, you're going to have sex with Hikaru, and it
won't bother you as much as it did with the other boys."

Ranma winced, not relishing even that much of an admission. But she
quietly answered, "Yeah. Something like that."

Akane considered this for a minute. Then she suggested, "You said that
*you* can't give in. But it's not really your fault if I help things
along, is it?"

Ranma got out a confused "Wha...?" just before Akane bent forward, her
tongue making contact with the surprised girl's clit. Ranma emitted a
startled "Yahhh!" and barely restrained herself from falling off the
chairs and damaging herself on the contraption stuffed inside her. Her
dazed mind tried to marshal some argument to make Akane stop, but the
long period of stimulation she had already undergone combined with the
skill of her fiancee's tongue sent her over the edge before she could
make any protest. When Ranma cried out and her muscles spasmed, Akane
grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up before she could
collapse.

"Very well done," Hikaru congratulated from the doorway.

Akane flushed and looked down. "It seemed like she'd suffered enough."

The boy waved a hand. "Oh, I agree. I agree. Akane? Why don't you go
inside and wait? I'd like to talk to Ranma, before we do anything."

Akane nodded and went in. Hikaru's eyes followed her out of sight, then
he squatted beside Ranma, who was pulling herself into a sitting
position.

"Well, *that* took long enough," Hikaru declared. "Now that you're
finally off that thing, what's your pleasure?"

"Shouldn't you be the one to say?" Ranma offered grumpily. "I mean,
you're the only guy left, and the guys were supposed to be able to pick
how they, uh, did us."

Hikaru shrugged. "Would you have a preference? If I gave you a choice?"

Ranma stared, not sure what to say, having expected to simply be told
what they'd do. She tried to order her thoughts. Taking Hikaru's massive
tool up the ass would be no picnic. In any case, and although she'd
never mentioned it even to Akane, getting it in either the ass or mouth
always made her a trifle more uncomfortable, since she had such openings
as a guy as well. In contrast, the hole between her legs seemed just a
little less real than the others.

"I ... I guess, I'd prefer it if you, uh, fucked me. In my pussy, I
mean." Then she quickly added, "If you gotta."

Hikaru smiled reassuringly, then stood up. Holding out his hand, he also
helped Ranma to her feet. "Let's go inside," the boy said softly.

Ranma followed, feeling unaccountably nervous. What the hell was wrong
with her? This was just another rapist about to fuck her, and she'd deal
with it the same as any of them. Her tongue came out and brushed her
lips lightly on catching sight of Akane, feeling a sudden desire not to
have the other girl witness this particular sexual encounter.

Hikaru dropped her hand. "Okay, you two, go ahead and get dressed and
get out of here. If anyone asks, Ranma held out for another half hour,
and then I fucked her cunt. But you'd better make sure that no one sees
you for a while."

Ranma and Akane just stood there, naked, staring at the boy. Finally,
Ranma whispered, "You ... you're not going to screw me?" Then
indignantly, "Why the hell not?!" Then with overtones of disgust, "Not
that I want you to, or anything, o'course."

Akane was looking worried. "What if they find out? You, well, I really
think you ought to." Turning to Ranma, she insisted, "Convince him to
screw you. For his sake."

Ranma looked at her as if she was crazy, then glanced at Hikaru out of
the corner of her eyes with a hint of guilt in her expression. However,
Gosunkugi just gave a soft chuckle. "It's okay. I don't think I'm in
much danger so long as you two lay low for an hour or thereabout. And
frankly, I have trouble getting the image of Ranma as a guy out of my
head. I'm not sure I could get it up for her unless *she* wanted it. And
made that clear. Sorry, Akane, but I'm afraid that you turn me on a hell
of a lot more than Ranma-chan here ever could."

Ranma stuck her fists on her waist. "Are you saying I ain't *hot*?" she
demanded. Immediately she looked away, asking herself again just what
the hell she way saying. "And you can forget about me *ever* wanting it,
from *any* guy. C'mon, Akane." She grabbed the other girl's hand. "If
he's letting us go, then let's go."

"Um, do you mind if we get dressed first?" Akane asked timidly.

"Good idea," Ranma agreed, looking around quickly and spotting their
clothes. She was aware of the smirk on Hikaru's face as they got
dressed, but did her best to ignore it, worried what might come out of
her mouth if she tried to say anything else. The two of them left the
house in silence.

After the first block Ranma slowed down. "Er, where d'you want to go?"
she wondered. "We can't go home yet. No telling what Ryoga might do if
he figures out what didn't happen."

Akane smiled. "What if we go over to Ucchan's again? We could spend some
time there, and maybe we could help each other forget what those creeps
did to us."

"Sounds good to me," Ranma replied, and turned in the direction of the
closed restaurant. "It'll feel good to be a guy again for a while. Of
course, I'll have to change back again before we leave, seeing this is
all I got to wear home."

                               o - o - o

Ukyo walked up the street, balancing several sacks in her arms. These
were just personal groceries, so that she'd have something to eat, not
to mention little necessities like toilet tissue. She still needed to
make arrangements to have supplies delivered in order to reopen the
restaurant. When she'd gotten back a couple of hours earlier, she'd
realized immediately that she was going to need this stuff. So with a
sigh she had tossed her pack into a corner, turned around, and left to
go shopping without even climbing the stairs to her apartment. After
all, once she made it as far as her bedroom, she planned to crash on her
futon and sleep for about forty-eight hours. Give or take.

Once she woke up again, and had a chance to get things in order for the
grand reopening, it would be time to hunt down that Tendo bitch. And
knock some honest answers out of her. Ukyo still found it hard to
believe that the frigid face Akane showed to the world could be false
and that she might truly have been using sex to entice Ranma away from
his true fiancee. On the other hand, she was at a total loss to come up
with any other explanation for the asshole's choice. And he had made
that choice absolutely plain.

Ukyo had to stop and calm herself before her teeth would stop grinding.
Again. The memory of their last encounter was still all too fresh in her
mind. The bastard had practically raped her, except that he'd outright
refused to enter her himself. And he'd told her flat out that he wanted
that whore Akane instead.

/Damn it! I'm going to need a dentist at this rate!/ With an effort she
stopped the grinding of her teeth and continued on her way. There would
definitely be a reckoning with Akane, but she wanted a chance to bathe
and sleep first. No need to look like a half-civilized barbarian when
she finally taught the other girl the lesson she had planned.

Ukyo looked around at the late afternoon scene as she made her way to
her restaurant. Everyone seemed to be walking with determination, all of
them with some destination in mind. It was a comfortable, familiar
scene. Then she sucked in her breath. That one couple, down the street,
just beyond her restaurant and walking in the other direction ... Her
battle aura flared around her, but a moment later she got control of
herself, calling herself an idiot.

The couple had already disappeared as other people in between shifted to
hide them from view. Ukyo snorted at herself. No way that had been Ranma
and Akane. Oh sure, it looked a bit like them from the back, what with
the short hair sported by one, and the pigtail worn by the other. The
latter even sort of looked like she might have red hair, but no doubt
that was just an effect of the sunset which was already painting the
sky. Despite her recent suspicions, the idea of those two walking that
close together, one with her head leaning on the shoulder of the other
... Ranma and Akane? Preposterous! Besides, Ranma was out in the
mountains somewhere with that old man.

With a final self deprecating chuckle, the chef unlocked the door and
let herself in. Since her arms were already full, she left the pack
where it had fallen behind the counter. She could bring it upstairs
later. Taking the steps two at a time, Ukyo fumbled the door open and
stepped inside. Home sweet ...

/Pheeww! Who's been doing what in here?/ Ukyo looked around
suspiciously. The place looked neat enough, but it smelled like ...
well, she wasn't just sure what it smelled like. Except maybe a bit like
after she'd had a particularly energetic session with Little Ranma.

The smell seemed to be all over the place, rather than coming from any
one spot in particular. She pushed open a couple of windows while
looking around, despite the icy breeze that poured in as a result.
Continuing her inspection, Ukyo paused over her rolled up futon. The
smell was definitely stronger here.

Unrolling it, the girl recoiled as the odor struck her even more
strongly. Then her eyes widened as they took in the stains on the
fabric. Somebody had been ... had been ... right there in *her*
apartment. Two somebodies. Presumably, anyway. How *dare* they! She'd
kill them! She wanted to rend them limb from limb. She ...

Ukyo froze. She remembered the couple walking down the street. Who
reminded her so strongly of Ranma and Akane. The couple she *hadn't*
noticed on the street until she came within sight of her restaurant. Her
battle aura flared into visibility once more, suddenly certain - that
slut Akane *had* been seducing Ranma, right under her nose, and using
*her own* apartment to do it in! The sheer gall! She'd ...

She reined herself in with extreme difficulty. She wouldn't do anything.
Not right this minute. By the time she caught up, they'd already be
inside the Tendo home, and while Ukyo thought pretty highly of her skill
she wasn't stupid. Whatever Ranma's current capabilities might be, Akane
was fairly strong. Backed by her father, and Ranma's father, the odds
would be stacked just a bit too high against the martial arts chef.

No. Much as she hated it, she was going to have to be patient. She
needed to catch Akane alone. Oh yes, alone. Then it was going to be time
for payback.

With stiff movements, Ukyo began putting away her purchases. As she
spackled a thin layer of calm over her raging emotions, she tried to
think objectively. To plan instead of react. It occurred to her that she
had no absolute proof that Akane and Ranma were the ones who had ...
used ... her place that day. Oh, emotionally she was convinced. But she
wished she had foolproof evidence. When the time came to put the beat
down on that Akane bitch, wouldn't it be nice if the accusations she
smashed down atop the slut were incontestable?

Perhaps ... perhaps she should hold off a day or two. Keep the
restaurant closed, not let anyone know she was back. Try to catch Akane
red-handed. Perhaps.

Then again, perhaps not. Ukyo had a sneaking suspicion that even if she
tried, she was probably going to completely lose it as soon as she saw
Akane again. She sighed. Well, whatever. If she had to take her revenge
without solid proof on her side ... she still had her moral certainty.
So while it might be a little more satisfying to catch the whore in the
act, she wasn't going to let herself lose much sleep over it if things
didn't work out that way.

But nothing was going to be resolved tonight. Unfortunately. She had to
stop her teeth from grinding again. So the best thing to do would be to
take that bath, then catch up on the sleep she needed. Then tomorrow she
could try to hunt the bitch down, and then they'd see what they'd see.

                               o - o - o

"So did you enjoy getting fucked by Hikaru?" Ryoga asked with a grin.

The three of them were in Ranma's bedroom, sitting in a circle on the
floor. They had just finished supper a short time before. Ryoga had only
just got the story from them of what happened after he left.

"Of course I didn't," Ranma snarled. "I didn't like having to do it with
any of you, and I fucking hate what all of you've been doing to Akane,
and once I'm fixed I'm gonna tear them into little goddamned pieces. So
you'd better be sure to run really, really fast once you give me what
you promised."

Ryoga grinned, then reached over and fondled Akane's boob through her
shirt. "Don't worry, I already know that. But in the meantime keep your
stupid mouth shut and just do as you're told. Now ain't you interested
to know what we're doing tonight?"

"No," Ranma said. "But I reckon you're going to tell us anyway."

"Heh." Ryoga smirked. "Tonight we're gonna do a little role playing." He
pulled a very sheer nightie out from inside his shirt. "Akane's going to
put this on, and she's gonna pretend that she and me got married earlier
today, and it's our wedding night. And you're a hotel employing bringing
us room service, and when you catch us fucking, you decide to stick
around and watch." He gave Akane a stern look. "I expect you to put on a
good act. Just like you were a blushing bride, happy to be married, and
looking forward to your wedding night. Eagerly. I expect to hear lots of
dirty talk from you, too."

Akane sighed, but didn't try to argue. Instead she closed her eyes and
tried to get herself into the proper frame of mind.

She was interrupted by the feel of something brushing lightly against
her arms. Opening her eyes, she found the nightie in her lap. "Put that
on," Ryoga said. Akane sighed and started undoing shirt buttons.

"You're a right bastard, you know that pig-boy?" Ranma growled.

Ryoga frowned. "You just don't learn, do you?" he said harshly. Then he
pulled a water pistol out of a pocket and fired, catching Ranma right
between the eyes. It proved to have been filled with ice cold water, as
Ranma's features promptly shifted into her female form.

"Hey ...!" she began, but got no further.

The sole remaining boy in the room reached over casually, scooping Ranma
up into the air without apparent effort. He dropped the girl across his
lap and held her struggling form there easily. Telling Akane to "keep
changing," Ryoga proceeded to smack Ranma's bottom repeatedly. Hard.

Ranma squalled in pain, but finally exerted control over her tongue and
avoided making things worse. Akane did her best to ignore what was
happening, and pulled off her shirt. When she unsnapped and removed her
bra, Ryoga finally released Ranma, who knelt instead of sitting, rubbing
at her bottom and making teeth grinding noises.

The door to the room suddenly swung open, and two men fell in. As if
they'd been leaning against it when it decided to give way.

Three pairs of eyes stared in surprise and growing consternation at the
two older men. As well as embarrassment on Akane's part, as she awoke to
her state of undress and slapped her forearm across her chest.

Two pairs of eyes stared in the other direction, shocked at Akane's
toplessness and Ranma's tears. True, they'd heard Ranma's cries of pain
when they came to press their ears to the door, but they hadn't
particularly equated that to crying.

Finally emerging from his stupor, Ryoga licked his lips slowly. He had
expected the two fathers to heed his warning, when they agreed to his
moving in. These sessions were supposed to be uninterrupted, no matter
what strange sounds were heard as a result of the "training." He told
himself that he should have known they weren't to be trusted, that they
were bound to screw up somehow. But he needed to do damage control. Now!

"What ...?" Soun began, staring at his daughter's bare chest.

Ryoga climbed to his feet, allowing his expression to darken like a
thundercloud, drawing their eyes. "Would you like to tell me," he
hissed, making himself sound furious, "what part of the words `any
interruption could destroy all of the preparation we've made' you failed
to understand? I knew you two were idiots, but do you realize you've
screwed up *everything*?"

"What ... what ..." Soun was saying intelligently. Genma licked his lips
nervously.

Ryoga dropped his voice to an even colder level. "I was just in the
middle of using some pressure points on Akane and Ranma. Yeah, they
caused a bit of pain, which is what affected Ranma. She just put her
shirt back on. I had just started with Akane, and if you'll notice her
fiance is here to chaperon. I was transferring small amounts of chi to
them while using the pressure points. I *explained* all of this to you."

He managed somehow to drop his voice even lower. "And you two fools just
screwed *everything* up. You interrupted the chi flows I started. Which
immediately reversed course. Which undid *everything* we did since we
started. Are you happy? Was it worth it to barge in on us like this?"

"I ... I ... I ..." Soun stuttered.

"Get *out*!" Ryoga yelled. "While I see if there's anything I can do to
repair any of the damage!"

The two men fled. Ryoga sank back to a cross-legged position, pissed.

Ranma was a bit impressed, in spite of herself, with the way the guy had
told off the two mental infants. Not that he thought it would do any
good in the long run, and he said as much. "You got rid of them for now.
How long you think it'll be before they try again."

Ryoga rubbed viciously at his forehead with his palm. "I know, I know.
And there ain't any way I could have explained if they'd busted in a
little later." He pounded his fist on the floor. "Dammit! I thought this
would work!"

He climbed to his feet. Without bothering to look their way, he
announced, "I'm going back to my room to sulk. The mood is ruined
anyway. I guess you're off the hook for tonight." With that he stomped
out, slamming the door behind himself.

Ranma's face lightened. "There's a silver lining to every cloud, right?"

Akane didn't share his good mood. "I don't know. I'd rather he stayed in
a good mood then got angry like this. Who knows what he might decide to
do now?"

They both looked apprehensively toward the closed door, as Akane pulled
her bra and shirt back on.

                               o - o - o

Breakfast had not yet started. Ranma and Akane had been sent off to the
store to pick up some Danish as a treat. Ryoga had dragged Soun and
Genma out to the dojo to talk, feeling uncomfortable about making the
speech he was about to give in front of Kasumi, and hoping the dojo
would inspire some sense of sacrifice in the two martial artists.

"You were both incredibly stupid last night. You know that, don't you?"
he began.

"Here, there's no call for you to talk to your elders like that, boy."
Genma told him. Soun nodded tentatively.

Ryoga sighed, putting on a downcast look. "Even though we've only had a
couple of days so far, I was making real progress. We were setting up
some complicated chi flows in both Ranma and Akane, things that we'd
eventually be able to use in a couple of months to cure them. You do
remember what's wrong, don't you? Ranma's as weak as a kitten? Akane's
got a problem with her heart? You do want them cured don't you?"

"Of course we do," Genma replied. "You'll just have to try harder."

Ryoga bit back a snarl. "When you interrupted last night, you messed up
everything we'd done so far. Put us right back to the beginning. It was
your fault, not mine."

Soun waved a hand. "Yes, well ... don't worry. We'll be more careful in
future."

The boy facing them shook his head. "I wish I could believe that. I
really do. But I don't. I don't believe for one moment either of you
will be able to resist sticking your noses in. And because of that, I
don't see any reason to waste any more time here. I'm leaving."

Soun panicked. He couldn't let his daughter's cure get away! "Now just
hold on their, son! I'm sure we can make this work! I could ..." He
winced. "... cut your rent?"

Ryoga shook his head again. "The money doesn't matter." He ignored
Genma's gasp. "But I hate wasting my time. And to tell the truth, I
don't feel like sticking around and watching Akane's hopes get crushed
the next time her cure is ruined by two busybodies who can't keep their
noses out of where it doesn't belong."

Genma started to say something, but Soun shushed him. "I give you my
word, Ryoga-kun, on my honor as a martial artist. We won't interrupt
again. We'll stay as far away as possible."

Ryoga was still shaking his head. "Nope. I just can't believe ..." Then
he stopped, acting like an idea had just come to him. Although in truth
it had come to him last night, after he left Ranma and Akane. He'd spent
the time since then coming up with this presentation for it.

"You say you'll stay as far away as possible?" he asked with a gleam in
his eye.

"Yes, yes, we promise," Soun assured him. Genma nodded judiciously,
agreeing.

Ryoga took a deep breath. "Would you be willing to stay away from
Nerima? ... Away from Tokyo?"

Soun started to blindly agree, then stopped as he processed the words.
"What ... what are you saying? Away from Tokyo? What ...?"

"What if the two of you went on an extended training trip?" Ryoga
suggested. "For at least a couple of months? I'd even be willing to pay
for it out of my own funds. Hell, you don't even have to do any real
training. Spend a couple of months deciding which bars in Japan have the
best beer, for all I care. As long as you stick to bars outside of
Tokyo."

Genma's expression turned downright greedy, and he licked his lips. Soun
looked tempted. "Do you really think ...?" the taller man began.

Genma slapped him on the back. "Of course, Tendo-kun. It's a *great*
idea. We'll leave the kids to work on this cure, and when we get back
they'll be completely fixed! And in the meantime we'll have a great ...
I mean, we'll get in a lot of training. Right?"

Soun's look of temptation increased. "It does sound ... worthwhile." He
gave the boy with them a sideways look. "You did say that you'll pay?"

Ryoga nodded. "Just let me know where to send the money to you. And stay
out of Tokyo. If I hear you tried to sneak back, no matter how good a
reason you think you have, I'll cut you off. And I'll leave. Fair
enough?"

Soun thought that sounded a bit harsh rather than fair, and was thinking
of saying so. But Genma pounded him hard on the back, then shook Ryoga's
hand. "Yes, quite fair, m'boy. Quite fair," he enthused. "Um ... when do
we get the first, er, cash advance?"

Ryoga snorted. "At the outside gate, when you leave. First you have to
tell your family about this `training trip' you're going on, and you
have to pack. But the way I figure it, you could be on your way right
after lunch. And by the time you go to bed tonight, you'll probably have
trouble standing up straight, eh?"

Genma just chuckled, and even Soun looked like he had no particular
objection to the description.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2010-11-22: Well, it has been rather a long time,
hasn't it? About five months since I posted the last chapter. As you can
see, I'm still alive and haven't abandoned the story. Hopefully it won't
take me five months to get the next chapter out.

Since a percentage of my readers are not intimately familiar with the
manga "Ranma 1/2", this implies that there are readers who are not
familiar with the story arc from the manga concerning the ultimate
weakness moxibustion. In other words, they are not familiar with the
events which preceded my own story here. For their benefit, I have
summarized the relevant chapters of the manga in my blog on the dates of
<a
href='http://hsaotome.blogspot.com/2010/11/ultimate-weakness-moxibustion.html'>November&nbsp;11
and&nbsp;12</a>.
