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, anal.

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

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Chapter 24

"That was a delicious meal, Kasumi."

The young woman beamed at the boy. "Thank you, Ryoga-kun." She stood and
began removing dishes from the table.

Akane jumped to her feet and picked up a bowl. "I'll help!" she
volunteered eagerly.

However, Kasumi pulled the bowl from her resisting fingers. "That's all
right, Akane. It's no trouble, really," she said tranquilly. "I'm sure
that you and the boys want to get started on your first training
session."

"That's right," Soun put in jovially from his place at the table. "The
sooner you're cured, the better. You three run along, and don't mind
us."

Akane's expression fell slightly, but she quickly hid it. Ryoga smirked
as he pulled himself to his feet, leading the way out of the room. Akane
and Ranma trudged along behind him, struggling not to hang their heads.

The three entered Ranma's new bedroom upstairs, and Akane carefully
locked the door behind them. She and Ranma turned to regard the other
boy warily, wondering what was coming. He, on the other hand, cast a
disdainful gaze upon Ranma.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ryoga asked scornfully.

"Like what?" Ranma responded, preoccupied with how unhappy he was over
the state of affairs in which he and Akane found themselves.

Ryoga rolled his eyes upward. "Water, idiot. You need tits and a pussy
before I can fuck you. Or at any rate, I'm not going to contemplate any
other possibility."

Ranma shuddered, but quipped, "Are you sure about that, fag?"

Akane grabbed him by the ear and hissed, "Control your mouth, dummy!"

Ryoga's smirk returned, broader than before. "Best listen to your
fiancee, there." Then he paused contemplatively. As Ranma reluctantly
turned toward the door, Ryoga called out, "Hang on there. I got a better
idea, to start out with." He almost laughed at the questioning look
Ranma threw his way.

In fact, the more Ryoga thought about it, the more he liked it. So much
so that a chuckle did escape his lips. "Yeah, this'll be much better
with you as a guy. I want you to talk me into fucking your fiancee. Sell
me on how much you want it, and how much I'll like it."

Ranma couldn't disguise the flash of hatred which passed through his
eyes, but he managed to tamp the emotion back down. He did have to take
several deep breaths, however, before he could speak. While he was
getting himself under control, Akane pulled her shirt out of her skirt
and started to pull it up her chest, only to have Ryoga stop her.

"Uh uh," Ryoga told the girl, waving a finger. "He has to talk *you*
into it as well."

Ranma cleared his throat, struggling not to grind his teeth. "Hey, Ryoga
old buddy, I know you've always wanted to have sex with Akane here. And,
uh, now you can. I don't mind. Really. And, um, she'll let you."
Addressing himself to Akane, he said, "Go ahead and have sex with him,
okay?" Then he turned back toward Ryoga expectantly.

The other boy sat on the corner of the desk and folded his arms, his
expression one of disgust. "Pa-thetic. You think that was supposed to
convince me?"

Ranma shrugged. "Hey, if you don't want to, that's fine with me."

Ryoga sighed wearily, then stood, his expression stony. With one step he
stood in front of Ranma and threw a punch into his gut, folding the boy
over and leaving him retching. Then he grabbed Akane by one shoulder,
snaking his other arm around to her front where he grabbed her boob. He
squeezed, hard. Very hard. Akane yelped in dismay, barely swallowing
down a scream which would alert her family. Tears gathered on her
eyelashes.

Ranma straightened up, then grabbed at Ryoga's arm, totally unable to
budge it. "Stop, dammit! You're hurting her!"

Ryoga glared at him without an ounce of give. "Yeah, asshole. I am.
Because of you. Now, are you ready to stop being an asshole? Are you
ready to get into the spirit of things? Do it right?" He squeezed
harder. Akane choked back a sob.

Ranma tried to pull harder at the arm, uselessly. He wilted in defeat,
his head dropping to look at the floor. "Yeah. Whatever you want. Just
... stop hurting her."

Ryoga released Akane, who couldn't help but place a hand over her chest
and bite her lip. The boy commanded, "Okay. Try again. And don't screw
up."

Ranma took another deep breath, thinking furiously. He let the breath
out with a long sigh. Tensing his muscles as if for a fight, he began
speaking.

"You may not believe this, but Akane here has turned into a ... a ...
well, she's really horny all the time. And, um, she needs more than just
me to satisfy her. So could you be a real b-... buddy, and screw her?
You'll really enjoy it. 'Cause she's awesomely hot. C'mon, whaddya say?
You'd be doing her, us, a big favor. Okay?"

He turned toward the girl at his side, took another deep breath, and
went on. "You know you want this. You love getting screwed. And he's a
real, uh ..." Ranma's mouth worked, before spitting out, "hunk. So best
not pretend. Take your clothes off and, er, let him do it to you."

Akane whispered, "Okay," and once more began lifting her shirt.

Ryoga allowed her to proceed this time. His attention on Ranma, he
smiled and said, "Better. But still not entirely convincing. Are you
*sure* you want me to fuck your fiancee? I mean, you haven't even
screwed her yourself yet, have you?"

Ranma closed his eyes. "Yes, I want you to. I definitely want you to. I
want you to ..." He grit his teeth. "... stick your dick in her and
screw her hard. I want you to make her scream and fill her with your
stuff. And I ... I ... I want to watch while you do it."

Ryoga nodded and replied, "How could I possibly refuse a request like
that? Sure, old pal, I'll help you out." He began pulling off his own
clothes. His prick was rock hard when it sprang free.

Akane lay down on the futon, but Ryoga motioned to her to wait. Turning
to Ranma, he said, "She's probably still reluctant. Go ahead and tell
her to spread her legs nice and wide for me."

Past arguing, the other boy turned to Akane and told her, "I want him to
do this, and deep down, you do too. So go ahead and spread your legs for
him. Wider. Show him the pussy he's going to screw."

Ryoga nodded his approval and knelt between her toned legs. Turning his
face to the side he inquired, "Are you *certain* about this? You want me
to fuck her, again? To put my cock where yours has never gone before? If
so, you ought to be begging me to fuck her brains out."

"Dammit! Just do it!" A sigh. "Come on, man. I want it. She wants it.
She needs it. Please, screw her hard. Really hard. Fuck her brains right
out of her head. Do it! Show her ... show her what you can do."

"Okay then." Ryoga lowered himself, brushing the tip of his prick
against the girl's slit. Akane closed her eyes, feeling no need to
participate. Indeed, she felt like she was doing little more than
providing a hole for Ryoga, something to hold over his rival's head. She
was surprised to find that she resented the feeling more than a little.
If she had to be fucked by the bastard, she at least wanted it to be
about her.

Ryoga's cockhead was sliding up and down her lips, but wasn't entering
her. Despite her resentment, Akane was horny as hell, and ready to be
satisfied by the hard fucking the jerk had promised. After several more
frustrating seconds she tried to press herself onto him, only to open
her eyes in shock as he moved with her. *Away* from her.

Still grinning in Ranma's direction, the boy announced, "I seem to be
having a little trouble here. Think you could reach down there and stick
me inside your fiancee? You wanna help me fuck her, right?"

Ranma spun around to face the opposite way, clenching his fists. Several
seconds later he turned back to the futon, and knelt beside it
forcefully. Hand trembling, ignoring the look of sympathy in Akane's
eyes and the wide grin of Ryoga's mouth, he reached between the pair and
took a firm grip of the penis. In his mind's eye he saw himself yanking,
ripping the disgusting object off of the piece of verminous filth.
Instead he pulled forward, watching the tip separate Akane's petals, to
be followed by the rest of the shaft pressing inside her.

"Good boy!" Ryoga cheered. "Now just kneel there and watch me fuck your
slut of a fiancee. If I see you close your eyes or turn away, I'll hurt
her again." With that he turned his face toward the girl below him,
picking up the pace, his violating prick making squishing sounds as it
rammed in and out of her.

Having no choice, Ranma remained on his knees beside the futon, watching
Ryoga have sex with Akane. Watching the guy's hairy ass rise and fall
between his fiancee's legs, he thought about how much he wanted to kick
that ass up and down the length of Tokyo. Hell, the length of Japan. Nor
was this wish lessened by the moans coming from Akane's mouth, the
rhythmic roll of her hips as she fucked the boy back, her hands digging
into Ryoga's back.

Lifting his head and staring into Akane's eyes, Ryoga said, "Now admit
it. You'd much rather have me fuck you, wouldn't you? If you could
freely choose which one of us you'd rather have plowing you and filling
your cunt, would you pick me or Ranma?"

Looking up at Ranma apologetically, Akane quietly - and rather
breathlessly - replied, "Yes. I'd rather have you fuck me. I'd pick you
instead of Ranma."

"That's what I thought." He paused, pistoning hard. "Ranma." Another
pause. "Do you want me to come in her cunt? Or in a tissue?"

Ranma turned his head to look wistfully at the box of tissues sitting on
the desk, but wearily responded, "In her cunt. Please."

No sooner were the words uttered, then Ryoga emitted a strangled howl.
He rammed himself forward. His ass cheeks clenched repeatedly as he
fired shot after shot of hot jism deep inside Akane. The feeling of
being filled was too much for her, and she whimpered as her own
trembling orgasm swept across her body. Akane's calves pressed against
the backs of Ryoga's thighs, as if she could drive him even deeper
inside of her.

Ryoga rolled to the side, panting, pulling his glistening cock out of
Akane's snatch. It's departure was followed by a gooey white flow, which
slid down her crack and soaked into the futon below.

Ryoga smirked at Ranma, causing his rival to drop his eyes in pain and
anger. He proclaimed, "Well, she's not a bad fuck, but I've had better."

Akane closed her eyes, anger overpowering afterglow. She wanted to stand
and move away from the bastard in a huff, but unfortunately he was still
lying between her legs. She did turn her face to the side.

Seeming to ignore the girl below him, he continued, "In fact, she didn't
take hardly anything out of me. I'm ready for round two. So why don't
you go turn into a girl now, come back, and convince me to nail you by
telling me how much better you'll be than Akane here."

Pissed off, but thankful for any excuse to get out of the room for a few
minutes, Ranma left in search of ice water. He was mindful enough to
listen cautiously at the door before opening it, to make sure no one
would be standing on the other side when he did so. The door closed
behind him, leaving the other two alone in the room.

As Ryoga got to his feet and stepped away, Akane sat up, drawing up her
knees and wrapping her arms around them. "Do you have to be so mean?"
she asked bitterly.

"Yes," he replied simply. "Get used to it. There's a lot more to come
over the next couple of months."

"Why have you changed so much?" she asked. "You were always shy. Nice. I
thought I could count on you."

Haido sneered at this description. "Maybe I was always like this
underneath. And you were just too blind, or too stupid, to see it. Or
maybe I just finally grew a set of balls and decided to stop letting
people walk all over me. It doesn't matter. This is who I am now. Deal
with it, bitch."

Akane flinched, but kept quiet after that. A couple of minutes later a
red-haired girl nervously entered the room. She locked the door behind
herself, then leaned back against it. Keeping her distance.

Ryoga manufactured a bored expression. "I told you what to do," he said
patiently.

Swallowing, Ranma resigned herself. She sauntered over, swaying her
hips, and trailed a finger along Ryoga's chest. "Hey there, big boy. How
about giving *me* a piece of that action? I'm *way* better built than
that chick over there, and I know how to use it better, too. C'mon, what
do you say? Wanna go for a ride on the Ranma express? I'll drain your
balls and leave you a happy husk."

Pressing his lips together in bemusement, Ryoga nodded his head. "Not
bad. Not bad at all. You can start by doing a handstand in front of me.
Facing me."

Ranma blinked, then shrugged. She did a flip, ending with her hands on
the floor and her feet in the air. The boy grabbed her by her ankles and
lifted her into the air until her face was level with his large, swaying
prick. Her pigtail dangled below her head.

"Take it in your mouth," he ordered.

Ranma reached out to take hold of the shaft, directing its head past her
lips. Then she squealed in surprise as she was suddenly lowered,
pressing that head into her throat. Before she could choke she was
lifted again, stopping with her lips pressed to the glans. Then she was
lowered again. Up and down, up and down. Ranma relaxed, resigning
herself to the idea of being used as a large masturbation toy.

"Get busy down there!" Ryoga growled, making her jump. "Start sucking.
And use that tongue!"

Ranma went to work as best she could, having no control over the rate at
which the rod plunged in and out of her mouth. She sucked strenuously,
running her tongue over the sensitive skin, trying to get the task over
with as blood slowly accumulated in her head. She tried to stroke his
cock with her hands, but found the position too awkward and ended up
simply resting them on his thighs.

Akane watched all this with helplessly raised eyebrows, taking note of
how much more imaginative the jackass was being with Ranma than he had
been with her. She slipped a finger between her thighs, wondering if it
would be her turn again after Ranma got her stomach filled. The
combination of her finger and the spectacle in front of her soon had
Akane biting her lower lip in the struggle to stay silent. Belatedly, it
occurred to the girl that her finger had become coated with the semen
which filled her passage. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

Ranma was wishing that the idiot in front of her would hurry and get off
so she could turn right-side up again. Particularly as she wasn't
getting any stimulation to help her get off herself. Her wish was
answered seconds later when Ryoga gave a grunt then shoved her down,
impaling her throat with his cock. A blast of thick warmth filled her as
Ranma struggled to draw breath.

Ryoga lifted Ranma back up a moment later. Unfortunately the redhead
didn't have presence of mind to swallow, and as the plug was removed cum
poured back out of her throat under the force of gravity. It ran up into
her nose from behind. It flowed into her mouth and past her coughing
lips. It ran downward from there over her face, into her nostrils, past
her eyes, and through her hair. Some of it even managed to run all the
way down and onto her pigtail.

"Oh ... God!" Ranma choked. "Put me ... *gaackk* ... down, asshole!"

Ryoga did so at once, unable to restrain a chuckle over her appearance
and present difficulty. He was in too good a mood to be bothered by the
derogatory term, and sat on the desk once more while waiting to get hard
again.

Akane, on the other hand, wasn't taking chances. She dropped to her
knees beside the other girl and quietly hissed, "Will you *please* stop
calling him names? Apologize to him. Now. Before he decides to get even
nastier."

Ranma gave her an incredulous look while wiping sticky white debris from
her face. But the pleading expression Akane gave her made her turn away.
Keeping her eyes down so she didn't have to look up at the guy, Ranma
said, "Sorry about calling you that. I wasn't thinking straight because
of all the blood in my head, and the choking, and stuff."

Ryoga tried to convert his smirk to something more stern, but didn't do
a very good job. He replied, "That's okay. This time. But you'd better
learn your place quick if you don't want to piss me off."

"We done?" Ranma asked, wondering whether the tissues on her desk would
be sufficient to clean her up. And, if not, how she was going to get to
the bathroom without risk of being seen.

"Nope," the young man replied calmly. "But take ten. I need a minute."

After a few minutes Ryoga straightened up and ordered, "Okay, Ranma. On
your hands and knees. Stick that bubble butt of yours in the air for
me."

The red-haired girl sighed but did as she was told.

Ryoga looked around quizzically. "Hey. You got any lube in here?"

"Aw, hell," Ranma muttered under her breath. Then more loudly, "No, I
ain't got any lube in here."

Akane timidly offered, "I have some next door in my room."

Ryoga shook his head. "Don't bother. The bitch can just scrape some of
that shit off her face and shove it up her rear. If that ain't good
enough, too bad. From now on, make sure you have lube here in your room
or you're gonna suffer. Well? I told you what to do. If you don't get
busy, I'm gonna shove myself up your back end dry."

Mouthing curses, Ranma got busy, collecting gobs of spunk from her face
onto her fingers and reaching back to push it past her sphincter. When
she'd done what she could, she resumed her position, lowering herself to
her elbows so that her bottom would be higher than her head.

"Reach back and spread yourself open," Ryoga commanded. "Invite me in."

Reluctantly, Ranma lowered her face to the floor, then reached back to
grab her ass cheeks with both hands. She spread herself wide and said,
"Please fuck me."

Ryoga knelt behind the girl, taking careful aim and flattening the head
of his prick against the tight, gooey rosebud in front of him. Steadily
increasing the pressure, he heard Ranma give a grunt when the muscles
finally gave in, allowing the end to penetrate. Pressing forward, he
sank another five centimeters inside, to the accompaniment of a groan
from below. Pulling back slightly, he then shoved forward again, forcing
more of himself inside. With a few more minor retreats and rough
advances, he finally succeeded in burying himself all the way inside her
hole.

"Now, Ranma," Ryoga spoke conversationally. "I understand you told Akane
that I raped you up in the mountains."

"You *did* rape me," she replied distractedly, while trying to adjust to
a feeling as if a baseball bat had just been shoved into her rear.

Ryoga raised his hand and brought it down hard in an echoing smack,
making the redhead yelp. A blazing handprint appeared on her ass.

"We both know that's not the way it happened," her rapist said sternly.
"You'd better admit the truth. Tell Akane that it was all *your* idea.
That you wanted me to fuck you, and talked me into it. That you loved
every second of it, just like you love what I'm doing to you now."

"But that's not ... yeeow!" Her voice cut off suddenly as her ass was
smacked again.

Ryoga said nothing, but his hand rested on Ranma's ass, threatening.
Ranma wised up and said, into the floor, "Yeah, that's what happened.
I'm ... sorry I lied. I was horny when he showed up, and I talked him
into screwing me. I liked it, too. But I was embarrassed about it, so I
told you he raped me."

"There, you see, Akane?" the boy said triumphantly, thrusting a bit
harder into Ranma's asshole.

"I understand," the other girl replied demurely, not looking at him.
Ryoga merely grinned his acknowledgment of everything she hadn't said,
and continued plowing Ranma's back door.

Deciding that he wasn't keeping Akane sufficiently involved, Ryoga
pointed in front of Ranma and told her, "Sit there. Ranma, I want you to
lick Akane's pussy while I fuck you. If you make her come before I do,
then I'll spank you when I'm done. If I come first, then I'll spank
*her*. And yeah, I know I'm an evil bastard because that means one of
you has to be spanked."

As Akane settled herself in front of her with legs spread wide, Ranma
realized she had no choice but to do her best to get Akane off. If
someone had to be spanked, she wanted it to be herself, not the girl she
loved. Worse, she realized intuitively that Akane would try to hold
back, since she'd be wanting her *own* self to be the one spanked
instead of Ranma. Understanding the uphill battle she faced, Ranma dove
in, applying her tongue with every bit of skill she could manage.

It took several seconds for the thick taste to register and remind Ranma
that Akane's pussy was filled with Ryoga's cum. She only hesitated for a
second, however, before diving right back in. After all, she had licked
other guys' cum off of Akane on multiple occasions, so it was hardly a
new experience. She put it out of her mind as best she could and focused
on the task at hand, getting the one she loved to climax so that Akane
wouldn't be the one to be spanked.

For her part, Akane was trying to think of anything other than the way
Ranma's tongue was running up and down her juicy folds and swirling
around her hard clit. The only problem was that her thoughts tended to
turn in directions which weren't helping her cause. When she thought of
school, she remembered being fucked in front of the science lab window.
When she thought about the morning fights at the beginning of the school
year, her mind presented a picture of the boys defeating her, pinning
her down, and gang raping her in front of the entire school. When she
thought about shopping, she saw herself doing so in an excessively tiny
skirt without panties.

Ryoga was fucking in and out of Ranma's ass steadily now. Not too hard,
because the lubrication really wasn't all that good, making it rough
going not only for her but also for him. Though he was certainly
enjoying it immensely. Add to that the sight of Ranma's pigtailed head
between Akane's thighs, licking *his* spunk out of Akane's pussy, and
Ryoga didn't think he was going to last very long, third time or not.
But he manfully tried to hold out long enough for Akane to come first
because, truth be told, he'd rather hold the spanking over Ranma's head
than Akane's.

Ranma could feel Akane grinding against her lips, legs squirming along
her cheeks. Not to mention the cute little whimpering noises Akane was
making somewhere up above. She redoubled her efforts, then attached
herself directly to Akane's clitoris, sucking on it while vibrating the
tip of her tongue against it. Akane went wild, bucking around and crying
in strained gasps which suggested she was trying desperately not to
scream. Distantly, Ranma became aware that Ryoga had slammed into her
rear and was trembling, and she realized that he was now coming as well.

The red-haired girl allowed a smile to touch her lips, feeling a sense
of supreme satisfaction. She'd done it! She'd gotten Akane off before
the bastard behind her. It also occurred to Ranma that she hadn't come
herself, while both of the others had enjoyed multiple orgasms. The
young woman told herself sternly that she was *not* disappointed. There
was no way that she *wanted* Ryoga giving her orgasms. She'd given one
to Akane just now - that was the important thing.

Ryoga pulled himself out almost painfully, his limp dick emerging with a
plop. He put a hand on Ranma's ass, pressing down to help himself stand
... and almost fell over when Ranma couldn't hold herself up against the
pressure and collapsed belly first to the floor. Catching himself after
an awkward stumble, Ryoga headed over to the desk to get a tissue and
wipe himself off. He watched the other two start to pull themselves
together. His sense of power only grew as they both turned wary eyes
upon him, wondering what might be coming next.

"That'll be enough for tonight," he announced. "I'm too pooped to pop.
Besides, gotta save something for Christmas Day." He grinned at the hint
of dismay in their eyes. "I'm gonna go take a bath. Ranma, come down and
join me after you get cleaned up and dressed. Not to play - there's
something I want to discuss with you. Just you." Not bothering to
explain further, he turned and left the room.

"What do you think he wants now?" Akane asked wearily.

Ranma shrugged. "No idea. Probably he plans to give me that spanking. If
it's something else, guess I'll learn soon enough." She grabbed some
tissues and started cleaning off, wincing at the soreness in her ass.
The mirror Nabiki had hung on the closet door showed that her face and
hair still looked like a disaster, and she hoped nobody would see her
before she got to the bathing room and had a chance to clean it
properly.

                               o - o - o

Ranma sighed in relief as she entered the changing room without being
seen. She'd jumped out the window and come in by the back door, a
maneuver which had seemingly paid off. She hadn't seen any chance of
going unobserved if she'd come down the stairs and then had to travel
the entire length of the first floor hall, past both the kitchen and
family room.

The girl crossed quickly to the sink and washed her face thoroughly,
then did what she could with her hair. Looking in the mirror afterward,
she was still a bit of a sight, but at least no one now could guess at
what had happened. She debated changing back to a guy, but if Ryoga was
really going to spank her, she'd frankly rather take it as a girl than
as a guy. Particularly if she couldn't keep from crying. So taking a
deep breath, she turned toward the door, slid it open, and stepped into
the bathing room.

Ryoga was relaxing in the furo, seeming entirely at peace with the
world. He gave Ranma a smirk, then patted the side of the tub. "Come
over here and sit down. I want to talk to you."

Not wanting to appear afraid, or give any more reason to piss the guy
off, Ranma did as she was asked. She sat down, ignoring the drops of
water which soaked into the seat of her pants, and folded her hands into
her lap. She turned an attentive expression on the boy in the tub.

"I want to talk to you about our curses," Ryoga said.

Ranma's eyes widened. This was *not* the topic of conversation she had
expected. "*That's* what you wanted to talk about?!"

"Yeah." Ryoga raised his eyebrows, then smiled. "Why? What were you
imagining?"

Ranma tried to look nonchalant. "Oh, nothing."

The boy facing her lowered his eyebrows and scowled. "You'd better learn
... always, always tell me the truth. Or else. You don't want Akane to
suffer any more than she has to, right? Now try again. What were you
afraid I was going to say?"

Ranma licked her lips. "I, uh, thought this might be about the spanking.
'Cause Akane came before you did."

Ryoga looked enlightened. Then he waved a hand. "Oh. That. No, not right
now. We can take care of it later. In fact, if you don't give me any
trouble with what I *am* gonna say, I just might give you a free pass on
that."

The pigtailed girl tried to look interested. After all, no matter what
sick, twisted and disgusting sexual act this creep might be about to ask
of her, he'd force her to do it regardless, so she might as well get out
of the spanking if she could. But then she remembered his statement that
it was about their curses. A look of considerable horror started forming
on her face as she thought about performing any sexual act between her
cursed form and *his* cursed form. Sex with a pig?! That was just
*gross!* She opened her mouth to tell him just what sort of hell he
could take himself off to.

But Ryoga spoke first. "I understand you discovered a set of pressure
points to change the way your curse worked, so that it's only triggered
by extremely cold water. Not just ordinary water."

Ranma closed her mouth again. Her thought processes had jumped their
tracks entirely. She did the best she could at banishing the images
which had entered her head a moment ago, before forcefully realigning
her thoughts to deal with what the pig-boy had *really* said.

"Uh ... who told you that?" Ranma inquired, trying to think whether to
deny it.

Ryoga narrowed his eyes. "Doesn't matter. I know I'm right. Remember
what I said about lying to me. Believe me, lying about *this* would be a
*big* mistake."

Ranma winced. Yeah, that was pretty obvious, given the aura she was now
feeling from the guy. He was getting pretty pissed that she had even
hesitated to confirm it.

"Okay, yeah, it's true. What about it?"

"I want you to use those pressure points on me."

Ranma gaped. Then his own eyes narrowed. "Maybe. In exchange for a
certain small piece of paper."

Ryoga sighed and his expression darkened. His hand shot out and grabbed
Ranma around the neck. Standing, he lifted the girl entirely into the
air. She kicked her dangling feet uselessly, achieving nothing more than
splashing some hot water onto Ryoga. This did cause Ranma to change back
to male, but he was still held up in the air, slowly turning blue.

Ryoga hissed, "You seem to be under the impression that this is a
negotiation. It's not. You will do this, and the rest of our little game
is going to go on like before. If you don't, I *will* destroy that piece
of paper."

Ranma was thrashing and clawing at the hand, uselessly. Ryoga went on,
in that same hissing voice. "You might think that I wouldn't do that,
and give up the chance to continue screwing you and Akane, or to have
this almost-cure for my curse. You're wrong. I can live without screwing
you and Akane. Up until a few days ago I never imagined getting the
chance. I can live without this pressure point thing. I lived with the
curse this long, and I can go on living with it, even if I hate it. What
*you* can't live with is never getting this weakness cured. You and
Akane getting screwed, and worse, by anyone who wants to for the rest of
your lives. And that's exactly what's gonna happen if you don't give me
what I want!"

He opened his hand. Ranma fell into the water, clutching at his throat,
choking and gasping. When he recovered enough to speak, he hoarsely
exclaimed, "You fucking asshole! You wouldn't do it. Maybe to me. But
not to Akane. I can't believe that."

Ryoga leaned down and whispered. "Are you really going to take that
chance? Knowing that I might do it and leave, and that there'll be
nobody here to control those other bastards? Knowing what'll happen when
other people eventually find out? They will, you know. Are you going to
take that chance, after the things I've shown you I'm willing to do?"
Ryoga hoped he couldn't take the chance, because he rather doubted he
*could* go through with the threat in Akane's case, not for this reason.

He needn't have worried. Ranma could picture the things Ryoga was saying
all to easily, and he *wasn't* sure that Ryoga wouldn't go through with
it. Ranma knew that he'd never be able to live with himself if he was
wrong and their cure was lost because he refused to help Ryoga with his
curse. He slumped in defeat, almost giving way to tears. Unable to
speak, he nodded his head slightly, up and down.

Ryoga sat down on the side of the tub and said, "I'm not a *total*
asshole. I know how hard it was for you to agree. So forget about the
spanking. And, hell, you and Akane can have Christmas Day off from all
the rest of the shit." His voice dropped, became cooler. "Though I trust
I don't have to tell you what I'll do if you try to get cute and slip
any *other* pressure points in there. Once I figured it out, I'd make
you realize it was the worst decision you ever made. So let's just keep
this on the up and up."

Ranma was still sunk in despair. He wanted to turn this around to his
advantage so badly! But he couldn't think how. The problem was, Ryoga
just didn't have enough to lose. While he himself had everything to
lose. He thought about applying some other pressure points to Ryoga
anyway, but nothing seemed safe. Very few things were permanent, and
none of the ones which were seemed to give him a strong enough
bargaining position. The permanent things, Ryoga could live with. The
non-permanent things, by definition they'd wear off. He seemed to be
well and truly stuck. He could either do as he was asked, or refuse, and
he didn't dare refuse.

"Had enough time to think it over?" Ryoga asked. "Because sooner or
later Akane is going to wonder why we're spending so long in here. And
we need to be finished before she comes looking."

Ranma decided that he'd have to do it. He had no choice. But he still
didn't move to get up.

"Come *on*, Ranma," Ryoga urged. "Or do I have to make Akane spend
Christmas Day visiting every member of the gang and asking them to ream
her ass?"

Ranma managed to lift himself out of the water at that. Dripping,
clothes soaked, he shuffled closer to Ryoga, studying the naked boy's
back. In a hoarse whisper, he said, "Just give me a minute. I don't want
to screw this up."

Ryoga said nothing more. After a minute, he felt fingers pressing
against his back. A complex set of positions were touched, pressure was
applied. He could even sense some ki being infused. When the fingers
were removed, Ranma quietly said, "There." His voice sounded hollow.

Ryoga got up and walked over to the shower. Turning on the cold water,
he sprayed himself liberally. Nothing happened. Nothing other than
getting wet. He kept it up for a full two minutes, his smile getting
broader and broader with each passing second. Finally, he shut off the
water, breathing deeply, joyfully. He was filled with a sense of supreme
well being.

But only for an instant. His face fell and he dropped to his knees in
horror. Oh God! What had he done to Akane?! He'd *raped* her! He wanted
to cut his throat. How could he ever stand in her presence again?!

Horror growing, he turned to face Ranma, not knowing how he could
apologize. There could be no apology. Not for the terrible things he'd
done. He looked at his old rival, kneeling again, slumped forward. The
sight triggered a memory. Ranma kneeling beside him. Urging him to fuck
Akane. To come in her. He licked his lips. He smiled, remembering how it
had felt.

Standing up, Ryoga picked up his towel and started drying himself off.
"Good work," he declared. "Really good. Hell, I'll even say thanks. And
you and Akane can take tomorrow off. Enjoy your Christmas. I promise
I'll keep my hands off both of you. Merry Christmas." Spinning on his
heel, he exited to the changing room to get dressed.

Ranma just stayed there, kneeling in the water.

                               o - o - o

Later, after Ranma returned to his room, Akane slipped in from next
door. "So, what did he want?" Taking in the look on his face, she bit
her lip and then said, "That bad, huh?"

Ranma shook himself, then frowned in disgust. It wasn't that bad, he
told himself sternly. Okay, he hadn't managed to turn the situation to
their advantage. But improving Ryoga's curse wasn't going to make things
any worse for them, at least. Hell, he might even go a little easier on
them. Maybe. When pigs started flying. Ranma sighed.

Looking up at her, he forced his lips into a smile and told her, "Nah,
it wasn't that bad. The bastard just wanted to gloat. You know, lord it
over me. Like he won a contest or something. Try to make me feel like a
loser." He sighed again. "Fuck him."

Akane smiled. "No thanks." She walked up and wrapped her arms around
him. "I'm hoping to do that with you. Tomorrow. You promised. Something
about a farm?"

Ranma returned her smile. "I ain't forgotten. We're gonna do some
training, including running all the way there. So you'd best get a good
night's sleep."

She pouted. "Does that mean I can't stay here with you tonight?"

Her fiance pushed her back, holding her by the shoulders. "Don't tempt
me, damn it. Our fathers would be bound to find out. Not to mention the
slimeball." He pursed his lips. "Though he did say he'd leave us alone
tomorrow. Don't know whether I trust him on that. It'd probably be best
if we still sneak out, don't take chances."

"Whatever you say," she replied, feeling better now that they were
alone. Akane looked around. "Mind if I stay in here with you until
bedtime? Just reading or something. I ... feel uneasy at the idea of
being alone in my room. You know, with him in the house."

"Yeah, sure," Ranma told her, smiling and feeling better about it
himself. "I'd definitely rather have you right here where I can keep my
eyes on you."

                               o - o - o

Christmas morning dawned crisp and clear, if rather chilly. Everyone
gathered for an early breakfast, still wearing their pajamas. Even
Kasumi was still wearing a long nightgown. After breakfast ended, and
the table had been cleared, it was time to open the presents.

Soun presented Kasumi with a package, which she slowly opened. "A new
rice cooker," she announced, looking at the box within. "How ...
thoughtful, father."

Genma's gift to her turned out to be a ladle, earning him a rather
strange look. Ranma and Akane had chipped in together to get Kasumi a
book on psychology, which Tofu had recommended.

The fathers each received a new gi from Kasumi, handmade. Akane gave her
father a scarf she had knitted herself, although he had to ask for
identification to learn what it was. She gave Genma a new pair of house
slippers. Ranma gave Akane's father a carton of cigarettes. To his own
father he presented a free pass to the Tokyo zoo.

Soun gave his daughter Akane a long, wrapped bundle, which proved to be
a new shinai. He had noticed her old one had become rather worn since
the Saotomes moved in. When Ranma tore the wrapping off his own gift
from Soun, he found a book. Opening it to a random page, he immediately
slammed it shut again.

"What is it?" Akane asked.

"A copy of the Kama Sutra," her father replied with a wink. The two
engaged teens both blushed deeply, while Ryoga guffawed.

Genma handed each of Ranma and Akane new pairs of chopsticks.

Akane shyly gave her present to Ranma, which when opened revealed a box
of Christmas chocolates. Thankfully purchased from a store rather than
homemade. He immediately resolved to hide them carefully from his old
man.

Ranma then held out his own gift to Akane. She opened it to find a box
marked with the sign of a local jewelry store. Akane frowned at the boy
beside her for daring to tease her by using such a box for whatever gift
he had chosen to get. However, she gasped quietly on opening it,
discovering inside a necklace which was obviously bought at the store in
question. Silently apologizing to him, she slowly lifted it out,
admiring the thin silver chain, and enameled yin yang symbol dangling at
the center.

With a wide smile, she held the chain out to Ranma and quietly asked,
"Would you put it on me?"

Nodding but not saying anything, Ranma took the chain in his hand.
Kneeling behind Akane, he watched as she bent her head slightly forward.
He studiously ignored the huge grins on their fathers' faces. Putting
the necklace around Akane's neck, he fastened it carefully in back, then
let it settle in place. As he knelt back down beside her, she turned
around to reward him with another huge smile.

"Now it's time for my presents," Ryoga announced.

"But, er, we didn't get you anything," Soun told the boy in sudden
embarrassment.

Ryoga stood up, waving this off. "I didn't expect you to. Don't worry
about it. Letting me live here is enough. I'll be right back with my
gifts for all of you." With that he left the room.

"What a sweet boy," Kasumi remarked with a smile. Ranma and Akane
exchanged identical grimaces.

Ryoga was back a moment later carrying several boxes. He handed each of
the fathers similar tall packages, which proved on opening to contain
expensive bottles of sake. Both men thanked the boy profusely. The
rather large box Kasumi opened held a brand new winter coat, which she
greatly admired, and for which she expressed her thanks to Ryoga
repeatedly.

When he handed a pair of fairly flat boxes to each of Akane and Ranma,
Ryoga said, "This is a little something for after your wedding." The
statement caused the other two teens to stammer, asking what wedding he
was talking about. The fathers looked on with grins just as big as when
Ranma put the necklace on Akane.

When they opened the boxes and pulled out the contents, they found
themselves holding two very sheer, matching negligees. One in dark blue
for Akane, and the other in scarlet for Ranma. On realizing what they
held, they both immediately tried to stuff them back into the boxes, far
too late. Ryoga smirked and declared, "Like I said, for after the
wedding. The wedding night, to be specific."

Kasumi, who was blushing herself, responded, "I think Akane would prefer
for Ranma to be a boy that night."

Akane's own shade of red doubled in intensity on hearing her older
sister say this.

The pair of them finally managed to get the garments wadded back up in
the boxes, with the lids more or less smashed down into place. They
shoved them out of sight under the table.

Soun cleared his throat before asking his children, "So what are your
plans for today?"

Kasumi, her blush having faded, smiled brightly as her cheeks became
slightly rosy once more. "I'm going to visit Tofu-sensei to take him his
gift." She offered no suggestion as to the nature of the gift.

Ranma, giving Ryoga a meaningful look, announced, "Akane and I were
thinking of taking a long walk. Look at the Christmas decorations around
town. Get out of the house for a while."

Ryoga shrugged, showing no concern. "If anyone's interested, I'm just
planning to lie around today. Take it easy. Read a book. Maybe watch
some TV. I've done enough walking around to last me a lifetime."

The two men at the table nodded knowingly. After a few more minutes of
admiring presents, and exchanging gratitude, the group split up and went
their separate ways. Ranma and Akane went to their rooms to dress and
get ready. Half an hour later the two were running down the road, away
from their home, as fast as their feet would carry them.

                               o - o - o

"It's kind of weird to spar like this," Akane was saying, "and not even
be able to hit the other person hard enough to budge him." She swung a
roundhouse kick, which came to an immediate soft stop on encountering
his interposed forearm.

"Tell me about it," Ranma replied. "On the other hand, we might be the
only people each of us could spar with right now. With anyone else, just
having 'em block one of our blows would probably knock us off our feet."
He went for a leg sweep, which Akane failed to evade, but which also was
unable to shift her legs out from under her.

The young woman took in the view around her as she circled her opponent,
seeking an opening. "You know, I knew there was a farm or two left in
Nerima. But it still seems unlikely when you think of what most of the
city looks like. Not that the surroundings exactly evoke the
wilderness," she added, glancing at a group of buildings beyond the
field she faced. She ducked and threw a counter, missing her target as
well.

"Oh, I've seen a wilderness or two in my time," Ranma said in response,
just a touch patronizingly. "Nerima definitely doesn't count. Pretty
much the opposite. But when you collect as many challenges as I do, you
get to know where the open spaces are."

"I've seen a few spots of wilderness myself, baka," Akane told him
acidly, before smiling as she scored a glancing blow on his shoulder.
"You ought to know, seeing as you were there with me for most of them.
Don't you remember that time when Ryoga learned the breaking point?"

"I'd rather not think about him, if you don't mind," was his terse
reply. He grabbed her wrist as if for a throw.

Akane yanked back, but her heel tripped over a rut in the dirt. Not
letting go, Ranma stumbled with her, twisting in the air so as to strike
the cold, hard ground first. Akane landed on top of him, their bodies
stretched out full length along one another.

The young woman smiled down at him. "Moving on to the next part of the
program, are we?" she asked coyly.

Ranma felt a surge of heat through his body, which contrasted sharply
with the frozen soil beneath his back. This was accompanied by a
definite stiffening where he was pressed against her lower belly, an
event she could not fail to notice. Which was proven a moment later when
her smile broadened, and she remarked, "Feels to me like *you're*
ready." A heartbeat's pause and she added, her eyelids dropping
slightly, "I think I am, too."

"This ain't exactly the most comfortable spot," he replied. "Not to
mention it's pretty chilly."

She smirked. "I believe I was promised a greenhouse. That is what that
building over there is, isn't it?" Akane nodded toward it with her chin.

"Uh, yeah. C'mon." Ranma got up awkwardly, holding her hand. Together
they walked toward the building with its transparent walls and roof.
Ranma released her hand, fiddled with the lock on the door for a minute,
then held it open for Akane to precede him. He shut the door behind
them, and they made their way toward the center, surrounded on all sides
by bins and tables filled with plants.

Akane turned in a slow circle. "Wow! It really *is* warm in here." She
pulled off her coat and lay it on the cement floor, planning to use it
for padding.

Ranma's fingers brushed her cheek, causing Akane's eyes to flutter
closed as her face leaned into the touch. "I could've wished for
someplace nicer for our first time," he said.

"Believe me, it's worlds better than a classroom floor with a bunch of
monsters," she responded bleakly.

"Hush now. No thinking of that," he said, removing his own coat and
laying it down with hers.

Ranma wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Their lips parted and
their tongues danced. Their bodies swayed back and forth as their
breathing quickened. Ranma backed into a table, unintentionally shoving
it several centimeters. The table slammed into a rust streaked pole,
breaking the corroded bolts at the bottom and pushing it aside. At its
other end, where the pole was attached to the roof, a glass panel broke.
A gallon of water which had collected on top of the panel, nicely
chilled by the winter air, fell. With unerring aim, the water struck the
top of Ranma's head.

The aforementioned head, its red hair now dripping wet, leaned back to
glare accusingly at the hole in the ceiling. Her eyes tracked the pole
down to the floor, and thence to the table against which her butt was
still pressed. Her shoulders slumped. She could only manage to mutter a
feeble, "Oh ... damn."

Akane asked hopelessly, "Do you have any hot water?" She looked around
blankly, as if hoping a bathtub might pop up out of nowhere, with a
handy hot water faucet.

Ranma just shook her head from side to side, choosing not to speak. For
fear of howling.

"Do you, um, want to spar some more?" Akane asked.

Ranma shook her head again.

"We could, you know, do it like this," Akane suggested. "We have
before."

Ranma sighed and reached down, picking up the two coats. She handed
Akane hers, then slipped her arms into the sleeves of the other. "C'mon,
let's go. Mood's sorta been ruined."

Akane bit her lip, but put on her coat, accompanying the other girl
outside. They made their way over the fields and took to the sidewalks,
aiming more or less in the direction of home.

"I'm sorry," Ranma said, sounding broken. "I'm really beginning to
wonder if we'll ever be able ... to. Seems like Fate has other ideas."

Akane did not respond, being rather troubled herself. Not only had she
rather counted on finally consummating their relationship today, leaving
her badly disappointed, but she didn't like the note of despair in
Ranma's voice. She looked around unhappily, trying to think of some
solution, knowing that once they reached home it would be too late, as
they couldn't risk trying to have sex right there under Ryoga's nose. A
love hotel a couple of blocks down a side street caught her eye and made
her lick her lips for a few seconds, but then she shook her head.
Neither of them could afford that, or any other kind of hotel.

They passed the obvious answer before she realized they'd done so. Akane
jerked to a stop, yanking back on Ranma's hand, causing her to turn with
a stumble, grunting, "What ...?" Akane merely pulled, leading her back
in the direction they'd just come.

"Where're we going?" Ranma demanded, but the question was no sooner out
then Akane came to a stop in front of a door. Ranma looked up, realizing
with surprise that they were standing in front of the closed Ucchan's
restaurant. At first puzzled, the light slowly dawned, and a grin spread
on her face. "Come on!" she said, pulling in turn, and leading the way
around the block to the alley in back. In less than two minutes they
were inside, closing the back door behind them.

"Go on upstairs and start getting ready," Ranma suggested. "I'm just
gonna heat some water for myself first."

It took a little while for the pot of water to heat up, but the teenage
girl standing in front of the range was delighted nonetheless. Not to
mention thankful that Ukyo had left the gas and electricity on, even if
she had turned off the hot water heater before leaving. When the pot was
finally hot enough, Ranma poured it over her head, rubbed himself down
quickly with a handy towel, and bounded up the stairs three at a time.

He stopped at the door of the tiny bedroom with a gasp. Akane was as
naked as the day she was born, except for the necklace around her neck,
the one he had given her that morning. She lay there on the futon,
stretching herself in a most delightful fashion, inciting incredibly
lewd thoughts in the boy. Bringing her arms back down from over her
head, she smiled up at him and asked, "Join me?"

"Hell yeah!" was his answer, as his clothes scattered around the room in
five seconds flat. He slammed down onto the futon beside her, seized her
in his arms, and fastened his lips onto hers as if he intended to keep
them sealed there forever.

When Akane finally managed to break the kiss, she said with a laugh,
"Slow down! There's no rush. Or are you eager to get back home?"

"Are you nuts?" He laughed himself. "Okay. I can do slow. I think." He
stroked his fingers along the small of her back, while trying for a
gentler kiss.

"Mmmmm," was the only response that Akane gave, for some time afterward.
Ranma wasn't saying much himself, come to that, although he did let out
a loud gasping groan when she wrapped her hand around his stiff rod and
began slowly stroking it up and down.

Akane rolled Ranma over onto his back, lying on top of him, her legs out
to either side. At no point in the process did she release her hold on
his prick. She slid the tip up and down along the length of her slippery
opening, while continuing to kiss the boy beneath her. Then she pulled
back, looked him deep in the eyes, and pushed herself down upon him.
Groans emerged from both of their throats as he slid to his full length
within her, stretching her open wide.

"Oh God, I've wanted this for so long!" Akane told him, riding back and
forth upon his cock.

"Me too," Ranma grunted back, rocking his hips in time with her motion,
a little frustrated at not being able to move more. He relieved his
frustration by toying with her nipples, much to Akane's delight.

As the ecstatic motion stretched on into minutes, Akane couldn't help
but mention, "I notice you seem to have gained a little more control."

Ranma turned his head to the side, embarrassed. "I guess," he muttered.
After another few seconds, he added with a growl, "I've been having a
lot of sex lately, even if it wasn't as a guy." Then he sighed. "Sorry.
Didn't mean to bring that up."

Akane leaned her face down and kissed him on the nose. "Shhh. Don't
think about that. Just think about how good it feels, down where you're
inside of me."

Ranma nodded, his facial muscles relaxing. "Oh yeah. Believe me, that
feels absolutely great!"

"Well just remember that once we get out of the jam we're in, we'll be
able to do this pretty much anytime we want!"

Ranma was breathing harder. "What? Even when the old men are around?"

"Yep!" she answered. "Remember, they *want* us to get married. So if
they object, we'll just give them the finger and tell them they'd better
get used to it. In fact, once there aren't any awkward problems we can't
explain to them, you're moving into my room with me!"

"Sounds ... ah, good t'me!" he exclaimed with a shudder. Trying hard not
to explode, Ranma began pumping up and down vigorously.

"Ohhhh!" Akane wailed. She arched her spine, throwing her head back to
look up at the ceiling. Her channel clamped down on Ranma's cock,
milking it as he climaxed in turn, pumping out his cream until it filled
her to overflowing. Several seconds later both of them collapsed, Akane
stretched out on top of Ranma, his shaft slowly deflating until it slid
out of her with a plop.

Ranma languidly raised an arm into the air, and pumped his fist slowly
up and down. "We did it," he quietly cheered.

"Yeah," she replied, lifting herself up on her arms, then moving down
his body. "Now let's see if we can't do it again." Before he could
process her intentions, Akane took his cock into her mouth and sealed
her lips around it. Ranma's head flopped back with a pleased moan.

It wasn't long before Ranma was ready to go again, and this time Akane
let him do the riding on top, while she spread herself beneath him. A
little time passed after that round, then they were at it again, with
Akane on her hands and knees, and Ranma kneeling behind her, his hard
abdomen slapping against her ass as he fucked her vigorously. The young
man literally howled after that one, as he filled his fiancee for a
third time.

Ranma lay on the futon, arm draped across his eyes, wondering if he was
still capable of motion and not really caring if the answer was no.
Akane, meantime, was wandering aimlessly around the apartment, peeking
into corners while trying to work a few kinks out of her muscles. She
pulled open a couple of drawers of a dresser, idly inspecting a few
garments the okonomiyaki chef left behind, when her eyes fell upon
something surprising at the back of one drawer. Slowly she pulled it out
for inspection.

Part of it she could understand readily enough. The part formed of
plastic or some similar substance, shaped rather like that bit of Ranma
which had just been giving her so much pleasure, aroused a degree of
interest. The interest was more curiosity than anything else, since
there was something better waiting on the futon behind her. Assuming he
could get it hard again. But what puzzled her about the thing, at least
at first, were the straps attached to it.

Her confusion didn't last long. Bits of conversation with female
friends, often accompanied by embarrassed giggling, drifted through
Akane's head. Her eyes widened and she stared at the thing in something
like shock. Why in the world would Ukyo own something like *this*?

"Hey, 'Kane, whatcha got there?" Ranma asked in a slurred voice.

Akane clutched it tighter to herself, swallowing. She didn't answer. Her
mind called up a picture of Ukyo, the object strapped around her hips
and sticking out in front. But who ...? Akane gasped lightly, suddenly
picturing a pigtailed girl, her legs slowly spreading. Not something
which had happened, she was quite certain. However, it was possibly
something Ukyo might have in mind, for the future.

/Not if I can help it,/ Akane thought to herself grimly.

"Something you wanna share?" Ranma asked innocently.

Akane's face flamed, picturing the two of them sharing this. She should
just put the thing back, close the drawer, forget about its existence.
The image of using it presented itself again, more strongly. Akane bit
her lip, let out a small moan, pressed her thighs together.

"You okay?" Ranma asked.

Akane looked down. Without turning around, she asked quietly, "Ranma?
Would you be willing to try something? An ... experiment?"

"What kind of an experiment?" He sounded baffled.

"It's just ... I've been getting cock... er, penises, shoved inside me
for some time now. And while yours is wonderful," she hastened to add,
"I'm kind of curious what it would feel like to, um, be on the `other
end' for once."

"Huh? What you talking 'bout?" Thinking about his own ability to take
the role of either gender, he said, "You don't have a Jusenkyo curse."

"No, but Ukyo has this." Akane turned around nervously holding it out
for inspection.

"What's that?" Ranma asked, still baffled.

Akane's face had grown quite red. "A girl wears it, down here." She
lowered the item until its base was pressed against her groin. "The
straps hold it in place. Then she, um, does it. With another girl."

Ranma's eyes widened, as the picture finally came clear. Or so he
thought. "Oh. Okay. That's, um ... Okay. But ... you're the only girl
here."

The tip of Akane's tongue came out and licked her lip. "I may not have a
Jusenkyo curse. But you do."

Ranma's eyes grew even wider, impossible though that seemed. "Oh! *Oh!*
But ... but ... you mean you wanna ...? With me? With that? You're
kidding, right?"

Akane shook her head. "Please?" she begged, her eyes growing doe-like.

Ranma shut his eyes quickly, but not quickly enough. He'd seen the
longing in her face, and it was working on him, despite his initial
impulse to refuse. A traitorous part of his brain even suggested it
might be good for him. Her. If she went through with it, it would be the
first time she'd have had sex, of the sort where something got stuck in
her down there, where she actually cared for the person doing it. Still
... he opened his eyes to try to reason with Akane. Only to find that
she was still giving him that look. His resolve crumbled.

"Yeah. I guess. If you really want it."

She walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before hugging
him tightly. "Thanks. I really, really, really appreciate this."

"Yeah, whatever." He sighed. "Guess I'd better go ... find some water."

A minute later Ranma returned to the bedroom, a cute and buxom - and
very naked - redhead. She gave Akane a nervous smile as she walked over
to the futon, a smile which grew more nervous as she took in the alien
device now attached to the other girl. "How do you want to do this?" she
inquired.

"Well ... I think I'd rather be on top, if you don't mind," Akane
suggested. "Facing each other, for preference."

Ranma nodded and lay down on her back, allowing her legs to open. Giving
her lover a winsome smile, she offered, "Come and get it."

Akane lowered herself between Ranma's thighs, but instead of immediately
plunging in, it was her head which approached the red-furred delta.
Ranma "mmmm'ed" and squirmed as Akane's tongue dragged along her
sensitive slit, flicking against her clit at the end. As that tongue
continued to work its magic, Ranma lost herself to the sensations, her
pussy growing increasingly moist, until her hips began to buck up and
down wildly.

"I think you're ready," Akane said, lifting her damp face up with a
smile.

"And how," Ranma replied dreamily, almost having forgotten what was
coming next.

Akane licked her way up the redhead's body, paying particular attention
to the hard points of her nipples. At last their mouths met in a kiss,
and Ranma felt the hard latex press against her. Aroused enough to be
past much of her worry, and realizing that Akane might not be able to
manage this part very easily, Ranma decided to reach down and position
the tip at her opening.

Akane pressed forward. Ranma felt herself being spread. It was like, and
yet unlike, being fucked by a guy. On the one hand, she could admit, at
least on a physical level, that it didn't feel quite as good as the real
thing. On the other hand, it was infinitely better, because this was
Akane, the person she loved, and not some bastard of a guy. Ranma
groaned loudly as she was slowly filled from beginning to end.

"How is it?" Akane asked, hoping this wouldn't turn out to be something
upsetting for Ranma.

"Good," the girl under her whispered, much to Akane's relief. "Because
it's you."

Akane smiled happily before pulling back slowly, then pressing forward
again. She noted how the device applied pressure to her own clitoris,
and her own excitement mounted. She leaned down, and whispered in the
other girl's ear, "I'm *fucking* you, Ranma."

"Mmm, you sure are," was Ranma's response. "In fact ... fuck me harder."

Part of Akane wanted to tease Ranma, to make her beg. But she decided
that might spoil this first time. Later, if they had a chance, they
could try some games. For now, Akane fucked harder. "How's that?" she
asked.

"Oh yeah. Just like that," the girl on the bottom panted, thrusting her
ass up to meet the strokes. "Oh God. Yes. I ... I ... don't think I'm
gonna last long."

Akane kissed her. "Don't try. Give in to it." She plowed Ranma's furrow
firmly, letting her own arousal grow, pleased that Ranma was getting
into it. A minute later her heart nearly burst in victory as her love
cried out beneath her, legs spasming. Akane continued to fuck herself in
and out as Ranma went limp. A minute later Akane threw her head back and
moaned as her own orgasm struck. It wasn't as intense as many she had
experienced recently, but it was peculiarly satisfying nonetheless.

"So, something we should repeat in future?" Akane suggested lazily, not
yet pulling out.

"Mmm," Ranma replied, still enjoying the feeling of being stretched. "I
suppose. Not *too* often. But ... yeah. We can do it again."

Akane looked around herself and giggled. "You know, I bet Ukyo would be
pretty pissed if she knew what was going on here, right now."

                               o - o - o

Up in the mountains, a figure with a giant spatula on its back turned
cold eyes in the direction of Tokyo. "Okay Ranchan, I get the picture.
You don't want to be found. Not yet. Fine. I've got business back in
Nerima anyway. It's time to teach a certain bitch a lesson about what
happens to someone who steals another girl's man."

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Note from H. Saotome, 2010-06-18: Sorry for taking two and a half months
on this chapter. Just keep telling yourself, it could be worse. (Believe
me, it could.)

I've created a blog where I intend to post occasional updates on how I
am doing with my writing, to respond publicly to reviews, and to allow
people to anonymously (or not so anonymously) comment or ask questions.
The address is

http://hsaotome.blogspot.com/

At the same time, I need to mention an unfortunate bug I've noticed. If
your browser is set not to accept third party cookies, you may not be
able to post comments in this blog (although you should try before
assuming you can't, and maybe even turn the cookies on temporarily if
you're willing).

For those who were wondering what Ryoga had in mind for Ranma - as you
now see, it wasn't about sex at all. He was planning to force Ranma to
give him the partial cure to the Jusenkyo curse.

Note, 2010-06-20: As pointed out to me by Scorpinac in a review, water
sitting in a pan in a greenhouse should not be ice cold, and should
therefore not change Ranma into a girl. I have therefore modified the
chapter to provide a credible source of ice water to transform him. (At
least, credible by Ranma universe standards.)
