Ranma Sextacular
Chapter 8

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Forward: It�s a lemony alterverse where something happened in the past 
that changed the adjusted the fates of many of the characters. Last 
chapter Ranma and Sayuri went on a �not a date� and encountered a 
possessed Pink and Link, and a tentacle plant whose attempt at global 
flora emancipation met with failure thanks to Ranma. With mammalians 
still in control of the planet, our tale continues�

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Yuka and Sayuri spotted Akane hiding behind a tree in the schoolyard, 
peering around the corner as though trying to spot an enemy sniper while 
keeping from being spotted herself. It would have been an unusual sight 
save for two things. One was that a half dozen girls were scattered 
about the schoolyard in similar positions, one even going so far as to 
have some branches of a tree tucked under a headband as she hid in a 
bush. The other factor was the lone figure who lay in the direction the 
girls were staring. A person sitting out in the open, lost in his own 
thoughts.

The pair walked up to Akane, seeking cover as well even if they didn�t 
know why. Yuka was the first to speak. �What�s up with Kunou now?�

Akane continued looking, as though fearful Kunou would disappear if her 
eyes left him. �I can hardly believe it. For the first time I can 
remember, Kunou is actually angsting. It makes him twice as sexy as 
before. I�m getting wet just thinking about him.�

Sayuri rolled her eyes as she saw that Akane was indeed squirming, 
rubbing her legs together. �Geez, Akane would you just give up on him? 
He is gay.�

Akane finally turned to look at her friends. �He just hasn�t realized 
his heterosexual potential. I�m sure if he goes out with the right girl, 
he�d see we�re great to fuck� I mean not all that bad.�

�Don�t listen to her, Akane,� Yuka said. �You go for it and keep trying 
to win Kunou. If you really care about him, you won�t give up just 
because the going gets tough. That�s when you have to try harder.� And 
with Akane out of circulation pining away for Kunou, Yuka could continue 
to make headway on her friend�s reputation as being the best fuck in 
school.

Sayuri rolled her eyes a second time, directing it at Yuka. �Take it 
from me, homosexuals get annoyed with straights that won�t take no for 
an answer.�

�I heard Ranma say you were going out with him,� Akane said.

�Only because I owe him a favor,� Sayuri nearly snarled. �And don�t tell 
anyone about it. I don�t need any other guys thinking they can score 
with me.�

Akane returned her gaze to the object of her affections. �I�m going out 
there to see if I can help Kunou out.� She abandoned her cover and 
headed to where Kunou sat in the shade of tree.

�Good luck,� her friends said, using Akane�s former cover and watching 
events unfold from afar.

Akane walked casually up to Kunou. Unleashing her friendliest smile, one 
that had won over dozens of guys she had ended up sleeping with, she 
said, �Hello, Tatewaki.�

Kunou tore away from his musings. �Akane Tendou, how many times must I 
remind you to address me as �Kunou-sempai�?�

�Sorry.� Akane deflated slightly, then firmed up her resolve. �You seem 
to be a little down. What�s the matter, and is there anything I can do 
to help?�

Kunou once again stared off into the distance. �I am troubled by my 
Ranma-kun�s behavior. I did suggest to him that today would be an ideal 
time to date. He then proceeded to pummel me into unconsciousness.�

Akane was torn between wanting to pummel Ranma herself for laying a hand 
on Kunou, and thanking him for rejecting Kunou�s advances. Maybe she 
could do both.

The amount of angst pouring from Kunou increased. �I know it is the 
fault of that red-haired harridan who has poisoned his mind against me.�

�No, I�m pretty sure it�s not that it at all. He�s exclusively into 
girls. He talks about them all the time,� Akane said.

Lost in his fantasy, Kunou heard none of Akane�s advice. �Oh Ranma-kun, 
why can you not see that men need women solely for procreation? The 
genders are too unalike to understand one another. It is only another 
man, who knows what hardships a man must undergo, that can provide the 
physical and emotional aspects that complete us. True happiness can only 
be achieved in the arms of one of our own. One like me.� Tears formed in 
Kunou�s eyes.

Akane was incredibly moved by the pure, heartfelt emotion behind the 
speech, wishing it was her he was referring to. �I�m certain if you 
found the right girl, she could fulfill those needs, too.�

Kunou shook his head sadly. �No, Akane Tendou, that is an illusion 
falsely created by society. It is one Ranma-kun has embraced far too 
deeply, scarring his psyche. In any case, I am so distraught I cannot 
concentrate on my studies. I will away from this school and ponder a 
solution to my dilemma.�

Akane resisted the urge to tell him all he needed was some pussy to 
convert him. She decided to let the matter drop for today. At least 
there were no worries about Ranma giving in to Kunou, no matter how 
irresistible he was. All she could do was bide her time and wait for an 
opening to make Kunou see reason. The he�d be hers at last.

Hopefully it would be soon. She needed to get laid as badly as ever in 
her life. When she had been dating, she was on the receiving end of cock 
at least three times a week and sometimes as many as six (she always 
took Thursdays off to catch her breath). But now she had abstained from 
all men, focusing her attentions solely on Kunou for the last two 
months, which had felt like two years. She might even be forced to do 
something about it if things didn�t turn around with Kunou soon. Not 
that she was giving up on him. It was just that she needed something to 
satiate her physical needs.

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School was over, but rather than rushing home for some relaxation and 
fun, Sayuri found herself staring at her watch intently as she waited by 
her locker, wishing the second hand would move faster. She had promised 
to meet Ranma on their� date at the end of last class. Sayuri was of the 
school of thought that it was best to get unpleasant things finished as 
quickly as possible and put them behind her. She had agreed to meet him 
at three fifteen, and if he was even one second late, she�d claim she 
was stood up and not have to go out with him again.

Still, the last time they had spent time together had been� interesting. 
She�d have been probably been more freaked about the whole monster plant 
molesting her if she hadn�t had sex with hot twins to counterbalance it. 
In all her life she hadn�t thought she could be that lucky. Too bad she 
hadn�t brought along any of her toys, then she could have taught those 
Chinese hotties a thing or two about how good a girl could give it to 
another girl. Her �Bump �N Grind� strap on would have done the trick. 
They�d have been eating out of her hand, and her pussy, if she had used 
that one.

Her thoughts about Pink and Link�s tasty twats were rudely interrupted 
as Ranma came into view, racing down the hall toward her. Sayuri looked 
at her watch and saw he was ten minutes early. It figured.

Within seconds he arrived at her side, all but preening. �You look 
ravishing.�

�I�m in a school uniform,� she said.

�And you look ravishing in it. Not many girls can pull it off, but you can.�

Well, he was good with flattery, Sayuri had to admit. Now if only he was 
a dozen centimeters shorter, had red hair, a large rack, and was his 
cousin, Ranko, he�d be perfect.

�Ready for our date?� Ranma asked.

Sayuri snarled, �No holding hands. No kissing. Accidentally brushing 
against me qualifies as a home run, as far as today goes.�

�No problem.� Ranma said it as though she had commented on the time.

Sayuri gave up. Maybe acting like an ice cube on the date would cure his 
ardor. At least he never tried to grope her. Way too many guys had tried 
that thinking they could win her over somehow. Like a cop to the ass 
could make her like dick. It was pathetic.

Ranma said, �You�ll be happy to know I picked out a restaurant with an 
extensive vegetarian menu.�

�I�d prefer meat,� Sayuri said quickly. �I�ve been filled� I mean had my 
fill of plants for a while. Eating some meat sounds good to me.�

�Sounds good to me, too.� Images of Sayuri sucking down his �meat� 
danced through Ranma�s mind. He mentally acknowledged it was probably 
just a fantasy, god knew she was as standoffish as Nabiki had warned, 
but maybe her subconscious was hurling sexual innuendos his way so he 
might make a pass at her. He�d play it by ear and see what might happen. 
Hot sex might be in the cards, if he played them right.

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Tatewaki Kunou continued wandering randomly about Nerima, like a land 
bound Ulysses, but without a destination in mind. All his capacity for 
thought focused on one thing: how to convince his beloved Ranma-kun to 
see the light of reason so that they could finally consummate the 
relationship God put them on this Earth for.

A shout of anger snapped Kunou out of his reverie. Turning to the noise, 
he saw that someone had roped off a small section of the park for some 
sort of display. A line of people led up to curious sight: a stone that 
had a sword protruding from it. It was only embedded enough so that half 
the blade and the hilt stuck up. Kunou�s expertise with swords told him 
it was a well-crafted katana that had been driven into the rock.

The shout of anger had come from a large, burly man who was looking down 
at the sword and rock in disgust. �Let me try to pull it out again,� the 
man insisted to two others who flanked the rock, dressed as attendants.

The older of the pair said, �Sorry, Sonny, only one pull per person. The 
sword knows if the same person tries to draw it more than once and will 
give you a powerful shock, so it would be pointless to try it again.�

�Crap!� The man stomped off in anger.

Kunou walked up next to the final man in line. �What transpires here?�

The man turned and looked at Kunou. �That�s the Wishbringer sword. It�ll 
grant whoever pulls it from the stone any wish he wants. But there are 
only three wishes in the sword, then it becomes worthless.�

�What criteria are there for drawing the sword? Must one be the future 
king of the land, and how the kings goes so too shall the land go?�

The man shook his head �I don�t think so. I think anyone can try it.�

Kunou pondered that. �What a grim portent. Should one of evil 
disposition draw the sword, much chaos and havoc could be wreaked. It is 
the responsibility of one of my noble stature to prevent such power from 
falling into the hands of another who would misuse it.�

�I won�t misuse it,� the man assured him. �I just want to rule the world.�

�And would you wish for the wisdom to rule wisely?�

�And waste a wish? Heck no. I�d just wing it.�

Kunou shook his head sadly. Yes, it would be best for the sword to fall 
into his possession if louts like this sought its power. He would use it 
for the betterment of all, rather than himself. It was the right thing 
to do.

The line moved quickly, each person giving it their all to remove the 
sword and failing to budge it a single centimeter. Soon it became 
Kunou�s turn. Boldly he walked up to the stone, rested a single hand on 
the hilt, and pulled upward. Effortlessly the sword came out of the 
stone as though it was a sheath rather than a piece of mineral nature 
had taken thousands of years to create while some idiot had jammed the 
sword in there.

Kunou held it high above his head. �Bear witness to he whom has the 
nobility of a true man, and the only one who could master the sword.�

A banner unfurled itself from above and proclaimed. �Congratulations! 
You are the one millionth person to try to pull Wishbringer. You are the 
winner!�

�Luck falls to those of noble virtue as well,� Kunou said profoundly. 
Hefting the sword over his shoulder, he began walking around, pondering 
what he should use his wishes for. He was granted but three, so he would 
have to use them wisely. Perhaps he should wish for an end to disease. 
Surely that would be a good thing. No one liked being sick, and it was 
unlikely anyone would complain about it. Except the entire 
pharmaceutical industry and the tens of thousands they employed, but 
sacrifices had to be made.

Perhaps an end to famine. That would be fairly noble. No one going 
hungry. But what form would a relief from food take? A world overgrown 
with plant life? Everyone�s mouths removed since they didn�t need to eat 
anymore? There was little more satisfying than a well-crafted meal. And 
what about oral sex? He loved it, and lacking a mouth would really suck. 
Or more accurately, nothing would suck.

An end to war might be better. But would that end any and all forms of 
violence? He liked kendo, and wasn�t that violent? Would he be able to 
engage in such activity again?

�Hmm. Truly this responsibility is a far greater burden than can be 
imagined,� Kunou muttered to himself.

Several hundred meters passed underfoot as Kunou continued pondering. He 
paused in his musing in front of a restaurant, wondering if he could 
think better on a full stomach. As he stared at the restaurant, he 
spotted a familiar figure seated at a table next to the window. All 
thoughts of responsibility disappeared as in an epiphany, Kunou 
understood that achieving one�s dreams was the wish of all men.

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Sayuri was working on her second ham and bacon cheeseburger, trying to 
remember what she had been thinking in giving up meat. The feel of the 
substance danced on her tongue and tantalized her palette the way 
flavored shrubbery never could. And it wasn�t like humans were the only 
carnivores around. Animals were going to get eaten no matter what, even 
if every human became a vegetarian. Animal deaths weren�t her fault. 
Nature was to blame for creating an eco-system that relied upon animal 
carcasses to help perpetuate it.

The only thing to sour the mood slightly was the way Ranma looked at 
her. There was no question of what he wanted, and it wasn�t a bite of 
her burger (and even if it was she wouldn�t give him one, it was her 
sandwich). Actually, he was an okay guy, except for him being a guy. 
Although it was only one thing, it was a major stumbling block in the 
basis of a relationship as far as she was concerned. Sort of like being 
dead was.

�Want to go to a movie after this?� Ranma asked.

And drive my tongue down your throat as we make out was written all over 
his face. Sayuri tried to figure out how to politely decline, realizing 
it wasn�t likely since she had agreed to the date, when Kunou came 
charging into the restaurant.

�Ranma-kun!� Kunou shouted in delight.

�Damned fairy won�t leave me alone,� Ranma grumbled. �I�ll take care of 
this.�

Sayuri resisted the urge to make a comparison in Kunou�s pursuit of 
Ranma�s being the same as his interest in her, but without the 
pontificating.

Rather than blindly attacking, Ranma tried to use reason to diffuse the 
situation. He couldn�t remember it actually ever working except in 
books, but he figured it would be worth a shot. And his attempt at 
reason should score points with Sayuri. Ranma spoke in an even voice. 
�Can�t you see I�m on a date?�

Upon noticing it was a girl that had been sitting next to Ranma, Kunou 
recoiled in horror. �Truly I have arrived just in time before you made a 
horrible mistake.�

�Funny, I was thinking you arrived just in time to make a horrible 
mistake.� Ranma cracked his knuckles.

In response, Kunou pointed the sword at Ranma. �I wish you would go out 
on an enjoyable date with me.�

Ranma stopped cracking his knuckles and gave a casual �Sure.�

�Ah, at last, you have listened to the voice of reason.� Kunou offered 
his arm to Ranma. The martial artist accepted it with a smile on his 
face, patting Kunou�s hand affectionately. Kunou all but genuflected in 
Ranma�s presence.

Sayuri couldn�t believe her eyes as she watched the pair exit the 
restaurant. Ranma�s instantaneous turnaround defied explanation. It also 
meant Sayuri�s date was over. It was the first time she had ever been 
delighted in being dumped by her date in favor of a guy.

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Akane strolled through the shopping district, out on a mission to find a 
new dress at a decent price. Ideally it would be a number that could 
catch Kunou�s eye. Something with a reasonable cut at the top that 
accented her athletic frame while not being too conservative or slutty. 
Guys seemed to really like seeing her in something like that. Of course, 
given Kunou�s preference, maybe dressing up like a guy could help. She 
had short hair, and if she strapped her chest down, maybe she could look 
enough like a man to turn him on.

She was considering which store to hit next, men�s or women�s, when she 
spotted a delighted Sayuri skipping along like a child that had just 
been given her parent�s credit card to go to the candy store.

�Hey, Akane,� Sayuri chirped.

Sensing her friend�s good mood, Akane said, �I thought you were on a 
date with Ranma.�

�I was, but Kunou showed up and he went off on a date with him.�

Akane nearly fell over. She grabbed Sayuri by the shoulders and shook 
her, as though that might reverse time and change what she had said. 
�Did you say he dumped you to go out with Kunou? It was to a fight or 
something, right?�

Her friend�s concern couldn�t ruin Sayuri�s mood. �No, Kunou was 
specific in asking him out on a date, Ranma accepted, and they walked 
off arm-in-arm, looking all lovey-dovey. There�s no mistake. Ranma was 
eager to go out with him. I guess he swings both ways, huh?�

Akane shouted, �I have to stop Ranma before he makes a terrible mistake 
that could kill him.�

�I don�t think going out with Kunou is that bad. Ranma could end up 
enjoying things and the two could become an item.�

�And that would be a terrible mistake since I�d have to kill him.�

Akane felt her stomach leap into her throat as she considered the 
situation. Whatever reason Ranma had in agreeing to go out with Kunou 
was ultimately irrelevant. He had to be stopped before he seduced Kunou 
and they became inseparable. Right now they were in the earliest stages 
of the relationship, the part where it was most fragile. She had to 
locate them and do something to break them up somehow. The main problem 
with that course of action was that she had no idea of where they were. 
It was probably close by, she couldn�t imagine Kunou waiting to take 
Ranma out somewhere far away this late in the day, but where was the 
question.

There was no way she could cover every date spot alone. She needed help. 
Akane turned to ask Sayuri to lend a hand, but saw that while she had 
been panicking, her friend had disappeared. Now she had to find someone 
else would be interested in helping separate Ranma and Kunou, but who?

One person leapt forefront: Akane�s reluctant roommate, Shampoo. She had 
designs on Ranma. True, they all revolved around Ranma being a girl 
rather than a guy, but that would suffice. Kunou and Ranma becoming an 
item would ruin everything for her. Also going in her favor was Akane 
knew exactly where she was at the moment: close by.

True to her word, Shampoo had landed a part-time job bartending in a 
dance club called �Monikers�. It turned out Shampoo loved the work, and 
it paid well. With her steady income, she helped pay for her food and 
lodging, and waved around a large amount of cash whenever she felt like 
bragging to Akane (and led to Nabiki suggesting to her she�d be willing 
to go out on a date if she was treated right, though Shampoo refused to 
rise to the bait). The Amazon would drop what she was doing in a 
heartbeat to try to keep her �airen� from running off with a guy. 
Between them they could keep Ranma and Kunou apart. She was certain of it.

Akane raced to the club, knowing exactly where it was since she had 
helped Shampoo find it in the first place. It took less then ten minutes 
to get there. Upon arriving, she wasted no time in rushing inside. 
Almost instantly she found herself surrounded by a crush of humanity 
gyrating wildly to deafening music. She had forgotten how bad it was in 
here. Monikers was a meat market where one went cruising for a piece of 
ass under the auspices of dancing. The previous time she had been here, 
Akane had been hit on more times in fifteen minutes than in the previous 
month at school, and with her reputation, more of the male student body 
had hit on her than not. The situation in Monikers had gotten bad enough 
that she had to leave or she would have punched out the next person that 
came on to her.

For a brief instant, Akane considered turning around and leaving. Maybe 
she could find Ranma and break him and Kunou up on her own. But then 
reality set in. Risks had to be taken if she wanted to succeed. �For 
Kunou-chan�, she told herself and started to work her way across the floor.

The press of bodies was tight, and the air reeked of sweaty flesh and 
barely caged desire. No one could mistake this place for anything other 
than what it was, a sexual version of a watering hole for those whose 
thirst was carnal rather than liquid in nature. Akane found herself 
jostled endlessly among the dancing bodies. Someone of lesser strength 
might have even been bounced around like a giant ping-pong ball, but she 
waded through the sea of humanity with a martial artist�s resolve.

The bar had just come into sight when it finally happened. Someone slid 
through the dancing people so gracefully they might as well not as well 
existed. They stopped directly in front of Akane, halting her forward 
progress. Surrounded on all sides by dancing bodies, she was essentially 
trapped on the dance floor.

The human roadblock gave a suggestive wiggle disguised as dancing and 
said, �Hey there, you�re definitely my type. I absolutely love the hair. 
Want to come back to my place and get to know one another?�

�I am not a lesbian,� Akane snarled at the girl. This was what always 
happened whenever Akane went anywhere that was considered a lesbian hang 
out, and Monikers was by far the worst. Girls hit on her all the damn 
time, and it was usually the pretty ones, like this girl. She was as 
feminine as they came in a white dress and long flowing brown locks, 
attractive enough to give any guy a hard on. So what was it about Akane 
that drew them to her?

�No way,� the girl said in disbelief. She shouted off to her right, 
�Hey, Miyuki, come here!�

A moment later a somewhat well-muscled girl with a pageboy haircut 
similar to Nabiki�s appeared. She looked Akane over with a lascivious 
gleam in her eye. �Oh yeah, we�ve got our threesome.�

�She�s a straight.�

�You�ve sure wandered into the wrong place,� Miyuki looked Akane over, 
and it was obvious she liked what she saw. �Ever thought about 
experimenting a little? You might be surprised at how enjoyable it is. 
You�ve got �dom� written all over you.�

�No!� Akane snapped. �I�m just here to meet a friend.� She muscled her 
way past the girls and toward the bar, gaining some angry glares as she 
nearly caused some of the dancers to fall.

Eventually she made her way to the front of the bar, but found herself 
in another quandary as it was packed tighter than the dance floor. 
Pressed for time, Akane forced her way into a small spot that was about 
half her size, barely fitting in, though she could swear someone made a 
grab for her ass as she squeezed in.

Akane spotted Shampoo behind the counter tending bar. She was dressed in 
a white tank top and seemed to have forgotten her bra somewhere along 
the line since her hardened nipples were clearly visible beneath the 
material. She wore a leather mini-skirt with a set of interlocking rings 
as a belt. The skirt dipped low enough to show the �T� of her thong 
underwear in back. A number of yen notes were stuffed in the rings of 
her belt, leaving few of them empty.

Currently the Amazon was close by, mixing a drink as she talked with a 
thickly built woman with a close-cropped haircut and military fatigues 
that didn�t do much to hide her impressive bust. The woman was obviously 
flirting with Shampoo, holding out a yen note with plenty of zeros on 
it. As she put it in a ring on the belt, she pulled down just enough to 
cause Shampoo�s skirt to dip lower and show more of her thong. Rather 
than admonishing the woman, the Amazon smiled coyly. Akane wagered 
Shampoo had to pull that skirt up at least once every fifteen minutes, 
or else it would end up on the floor around her ankles.

Having no time to waste, Akane leaned over the counter and waved to get 
her attention. �Hey, Shampoo!�

The woman flirting with Shampoo turned in anger on Akane, �Hey, bitch, 
I�m talking with China Doll. Find someone else to hit on or else.� The 
hand that had been on the bar formed a fist, muscle and sinew making 
noise as she flexed it.

Akane felt her spine stiffen at the threat as well as being referred to 
as a bitch, but let it pass due to the seriousness of the situation. 
�I�m not trying to pick her up. I�m her roommate.�

A girl next to Akane whistled. �You sure are lucky. I know if China Doll 
was my roommate I�d never let her out of bed.� That was met with a few 
toasts and laughs.

The muscle woman appeared unimpressed. She said to Shampoo, �I can tell 
that flat-chested bitch doesn�t appreciate you. Why don�t you move in 
with me? I sure as hell wouldn�t be charging you room and board.�

Shampoo smiled teasingly, �Silly Misao, Shampoo already have airen. But 
thanks.� She trailed a hand along Misao�s jaw, then walked over to 
Akane. �What up?�

�Ranma�s in trouble. He went out on a date with Kunou.�

The statement had the predictable effect on Shampoo. �Aiya! Is very bad. 
If Ranma fall for boy, then Shampoo not stand a chance of making sure 
airen prefer being girl with girl.�

�Nothing worse than when one of us swings toward cock.� Others 
surrounding the bar shouted out their agreement.

There was no way Akane was going to explain what Shampoo had really 
meant to the group. They�d have been there for days. It was easier to 
let them believe the more reasonable explanation, even if it was the 
wrong one.

�Shampoo have to go,� she called out to one of the waitresses to get 
someone to cover for her, and hopped over the bar.

As she and Akane left, they passed by Misao. Akane held back for a 
second and whispered to the woman, �By the way, she sleeps in the nude 
and has the cutest little birthmark on her scrumptious backside. I can�t 
resist the urge to swat it whenever she walks past.�

The glass in Misao�s hands shattered and the veins began to pop out in 
her forehead, but Akane had already disappeared into the crowded dance 
floor.

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The sun was brighter than usual. The clouds were in the shape of 
carousals and puppy dogs. The air didn�t smell particularly heavy with 
pollution. Truly the world was a better place when walking alongside the 
man of one�s dreams, Kunou thought to himself.

The date had gone well. Only the best of restaurants for his beloved 
Ranma-kun. The price of the meal was the equivalent of a month�s pay for 
a normal salaryman, Ranma had a hearty appetite, but it meant nothing to 
one of Tatewaki Kunou�s resources. He�d have purchased every dish on the 
menu, had Ranma asked.

After partaking of the victuals, the pair watched a movie in a small out 
of the way theater that specialized in films that emphasized the 
propriety of romance between men. Ranma had enjoyed it, as he had 
everything, and so had Kunou. Truly Wishbringer was a gift from the gods.

Now they strolled hand-in-hand through the park, savoring the feel of 
nature surrounding them. They drew stares, how could they not, for they 
were the most handsome couple around. Truly they were the envy of all 
that bore witness to the fruition of their relationship.

Envy. That jogged Kunou�s memory. He had temporarily forgotten about one 
who might stand in their way, especially as their relationship evolved 
to the state it would need to be in. Why, at any moment the red-haired 
harridan might appear and try to break him and Ranma up, and Ranma might 
become confused at the trollop�s ramblings. Action had to be taken to 
ensure the success of his and Ranma�s conjoining.

�Excuse me, Ranma-kun. I need to make a call.� Kunou slid his hand out 
of Ranma�s and called up his home. Sasuke answered by the third ring. 
�Sasuke, I am coming over in a short while with my soul mate. I am 
expecting trouble from a bothersome girl.�

�Do you wish me to set up the traps, Master Kunou?�

Kunou considered that. �They might prove insufficient. The girl is 
powerful enough to give me pause. I wish for you to hire the best 
bodyguards money can buy. Upon my arrival, lockdown Kunou Manor. No one 
is allowed in until my date with Ranma is compete.�

Kunou hung up the phone and returned to Ranma�s side. �I believe it is 
time to return to my domicile.�

�Is the date over?�

�Not exactly,� Kunou rose the sword up once again. �I wish for us to 
return to my home so that we might have an enjoyable make out session.�

�Sure,� Ranma said amicably.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Nodding in approval, Sasuke looked the trio of men over. He had called 
�Thug R� Us� for a number of bodyguards, price being no object. The 
three men that had answered the call in time appeared most powerful 
indeed. They had arrived just after Kunou and his boyfriend had, meaning 
these were the only three that would be coming in, since the manor was 
in lockdown mode. No one could enter the grounds of the Kunou estate 
until the master ordered otherwise.

It was time to assess the trio. Sasuke approached the first to arrive. 
He was a tall man in his twenties with a powerful build. He wore a 
leather jacket with the sleeves torn off, revealing bulging biceps. No 
shirt was worn underneath, and a series of seven scars was evident on 
his rock hard abs.

�And you are?� Sasuke asked.

�Shiroken,� the man said simply.

�And your combat abilities?�

In answer the man gave a cry as he was surrounded by a battle aura so 
bright it nearly blinded Sasuke. His jacket was shredded in the 
conflagration, leaving him bare-chested and impossibly a third bigger 
than he had been before. His eyes had turned white and a snarl of animal 
ferocity escaped his lips. White images that appeared to be the souls of 
the damned danced in the aura that surrounded him and unleashed a 
cacophony straight from the pits of Hell.

�You�re hired! You�re hired!� Sasuke cried out in terror from his 
position beneath a table. He was going to have to change his shorts now.

The man�s aura died off to a slow trickle, then disappeared. Calmly he 
reached into a bag he had brought with him and donned another leather 
jacket, identical to the first. �Replacing leather jackets counts as one 
of my expenses.�

�Done.� Sasuke gathered his courage for Kunou�s sake. He�d brave 
crossing the river Styx for his master. He turned to the second man. He 
was smaller than the first, and wore skin-tight brown and white body 
suit with golden bracers on his arms. He wore an aura of danger around 
him like a more common man might a shroud. �And what are your 
qualifications?�

�I am a certified member of the Fukamichi Rankings with over twelve 
victories to my name,� the man said simply.

Sasuke whistled in surprised. The Fukamichi Rankings were renowned in 
the underground fighting circuit. Some of the upper level fighters were 
considered among the best in the world. If this man had twelve 
victories, he must be able indeed. There was no need to have him 
demonstrate his abilities. Sasuke didn�t feel like wetting himself again.

The ninja walked up to the remaining bodyguard, who was by far the 
largest of the lot. He wore a simple gi, and appeared somewhat bulky, 
rather than possessing the sculpted muscle of the others. Sasuke was 
about to ask for his resume when his eye widened in recognition. �You�re 
him, aren�t you?�

�Yes.�

�You�re hired.� That settled that. Kunou Manor was now secure enough to 
repel a small army.

Xxxxxxxx

�He has to be here. We�ve looked everywhere else,� Akane insisted as she 
stood outside the ostentatious wrought-iron gates of the Kunou Estate.

�Maybe,� Shampoo reluctantly considered. �All right, we go inside, but 
if Ranma not there, we try docks, like I suggest.�

�Kunou is not the type to go fishing,� Akane said in a tired voice. She 
turned her attention to a speaker located on the wall next to the gates 
and pushed a button, looking at a nearby security camera as she did so. 
�Excuse me, I�m looking for Kunou-chan.�

A voice crackling with interference asked, �You�re girls, aren�t you?�

Shampoo shoved Akane out of the way and stood directly in front of the 
camera, holding her breasts through her shirt. �What these look like? 
Secret way of carrying melons?�

�Master Kunou isn�t seeing any girls today,� the voice answered primly, 
then went dead.

�Well, we know he�s in there,� Akane said. �I wonder how we get in.�

�Stupid Akane, gate is right here.� She wrapped her fist against the metal.

�In case you didn�t notice, you bimbo, it�s a little locked.�

Shampoo smiled.

A few seconds later, the gate hit the ground.

�No, Shampoo not notice.�

�Technically, it�s still locked. You just cracked the hinges.� Akane 
stepped over the fallen gate.

�Whine, whine, whine. Shampoo bet Akane pussy hurt, too.�

The moment they stepped onto the grounds, warning klaxons blared to life 
and air raid sirens filled the air. After hesitating a moment, the pair 
continued onward to the main house. They had cut the distance in half 
with a tall man in a sleeveless leather jacket emerged from the house 
and walked toward them with a slow, methodical pace. The pair waited for 
him to approach.

He stopped about five meters away from them. �I am Shiroken, the first 
and last obstacle you shall face today.�

�That means he�s the only guard they have,� Akane said to Shampoo.

�No! It means you will advance no farther as I shall defeat you.� He 
fell into a fighter�s stance.

Shampoo stared to answer the challenge when Akane darted in front of 
her. �This one�s all mine.�

The Amazon was about to protest when a battle aura flared to life around 
Shiroken, vaporizing his jacket instantly.

�He all yours,� Shampoo assured her roommate and took a step back.

Akane gulped. She knew she was outclassed. She knew she should run away, 
but she couldn�t leave Kunou in Ranma�s clutches. Or at least leave 
Ranma around for Kunou to clutch. She tensed, bringing her fists up and 
shifting her weight between her feet. �Okay, let�s do it.�

The aura died off. �Wait a second. Didn�t you see what I just did?�

�Yeah.�

�Can you do that?�

�Only with a large quantity of lighter fluid and a match.�

�Obviously you�re horribly outclassed. Why aren�t you fleeing?�

Akane firmed her resolve. �I have to save Kunou-chan.� She took a step 
forward.

�Hold on a second!� The man shouted. �Here, let me show you again what 
I�m capable of.� He donned another identical jacket, then promptly 
shredded it with his battle aura again. �Now are you going to leave?�

�No.�

�Use your head. I don�t want your blood on my hands!� he pleaded.

�That makes two of us,� Akane admitted, then advanced again.

�Wait, let me do it again!� The man repeated his gesture.

The tension started to leave Akane�s body. �That�s all you can do, isn�t 
it? You can throw off a shiny battle aura that can shred clothing.�

�That�s not true! I can drive spikes into metal with my bare hands.�

�You can?�

�Um, well, maybe a hammer helps a little bit,� Shiroken admitted.

Akane lunged forward, landing a punch on Shiroken�s jaw and knocking him 
unconscious. She nudged his prostrate form with her toe. �Geez, that was 
easy.�

�Shampoo hate posers.� She spat at the unconscious man, then walked 
alongside Akane into the house.

Inside the entryway they encountered a second defender, dressed in a 
skin-tight white and brown bodysuit and golden bracers.

�This one Shampoo�s,� the Amazon said, muscling Akane out of the way and 
taking the lead.

The man smirked. �Unlike that last fool, I�m the real thing. I�m a 
certified member of the Fukamichi Ranking. I already have twelve 
victories under my belt.�

�What rank?� Shampoo asked.

�One hundred and seventy three.�

�Out of?�

�One hundred and seventy five.�

�That stinks,� Shampoo declared. �Why you only one hundred and seventy 
three if you have twelve victories?�

�It�s balanced out by twenty-three losses,� the man admitted. �But I can 
feel my luck turning. Once I beat you two, I�ll challenge the one 
hundred and seventy second fighter. And after I beat him, I�ll challenge 
the Air Master herself and be number five or something.�

A kick to the stomach sent the man to his knees, making him heaving as 
though he would throw up.

�This turning too, too disappointing,� Shampoo said as she and Akane 
passed by the doubled over foe.

The search for Ranma and Kunou began as Akane and Shampoo started going 
through the rooms of the vast mansion. They had only made it through a 
half-dozen rooms where their search was cut abruptly short as a third 
foe presented himself. He was huge, his head nearly scraping the 
ceiling. He had large eyes, almost fishlike, and was completely bald. 
His posture indicated he had no intention of allowing either girl to pass.

�Another speed bump in search,� Shampoo complained.

�This one�s mine. After I take care of him, I�ll be ahead two to one,� 
Akane boasted.

The Amazon crossed her hands under her bosom in irritation. �Shampoo 
still much better fighter than Tiny Tits Girl.�

Akane let the comment slide, intent on taking her irritation out on her 
foe. She walked up until she was right in front of the man. Looking at 
him from only two feet away, she was suddenly aware of just how 
incredibly tall he was. Curiously, he didn�t seem the least bit 
concerned at Akane�s close proximity.

�What�s your name?� Akane asked.

�I am the Dojo Destroyer.�

�Let me guess. Your techniques are designed exclusively to destroy 
dojos, and since I�m not a dojo, they�d be ineffective, right?�

The Dojo Destroyer shook his head. �Not at all. While I have a number of 
techniques that are intended to destroy dojos in an efficient way, I 
always defeat the owner of the dojo first before destroying it.�

�Uh, I see,� Akane said, suddenly concerned. �And how many dojos have 
you destroyed?�

�About twenty.�

�That�s not so impressive.�

�Since last week.�

�That�s impressive.� Akane suddenly lashed out with a fist, sending it 
crashing right into the Dojo Destroyer�s midsection. He simply stood 
there, looking down at the fist.

She laughed nervously. �You sure can take a punch.�

�Yes, I can. How about you?� The Dojo Destroyer punched her with a meaty 
fist of his own. There was a dull thud from the impact of flesh on 
flesh, and Akane went flying backward, landing next to Shampoo.

Shampoo smirked as Akane painfully rose to her feet. �Too, too sloppy. 
Now Shampoo show you how it done.� Shampoo charged forward.

A second later, she flipped through the air, only to land painfully on 
her backside next to the now standing Akane.

�Yep, you sure showed me how to land on my ass more gracefully,� Akane 
stated. �Now that I have an idea of how tough he is, I can take him.� 
Akane approached again, this time mindful of the large man. She had a 
plan, and thought she figured out the best way to slip past his guard 
and really knock him for a loop. What she had to do was make an opening 
by letting him try to attack. After watching him swing twice, she had a 
good idea of what his reach was. She�d stay just out of reach by four 
centimeters or so, then sneak in under his guard after he tried to hit her.

Akane rushed up, as though she was going to immediately launch an all 
out attack. As she hoped, the Dojo Destroyer drew back his hand, 
preparing to unleash a mighty blow. Then she stopped abruptly, just as 
the fist was coming down well short of its mark.

But with a flick of the wrist, a dojo sign appeared in the large man�s 
hands. With its much longer reach, Akane was an easy target. A loud 
hollow sound filled the air as the sign hit Akane, sending her sailing 
through the air and back toward Shampoo again.

�Ow,� Akane moaned as she rubbed her sore jaw. It didn�t feel like he 
had knocked any teeth loose, but it had been close.

�Shampoo know how to take him out now!� Shampoo rushed forward, much as 
Akane had. The Dojo Destroyer unleashed another sign laden blow, but 
Shampoo brought her fist up, lashing out at the sign rather than the 
man. She shattered the wooden board into kindling.

�Now Fish Head Man defensele��

The rest of her boast ended as a flick of the wrist of his offhand 
produced another board, which clubbed Shampoo over the head. While he 
attacked with that, he discarded the broken board and produced a second 
one with the same gesture he had the first time. The second board stuck 
right after the first catching Shampoo under jaw. Then he stuck a third 
time with the other sign, swatting her like a professional batter 
dealing with a little league pitcher.

Shampoo landed next to Akane again.

�That�s what we call a perfect combo,� Akane said.

�Give� Shampoo� second,� the Amazon said as she tried to reorient herself.

�Enough of this wasting time!� The Dojo Destroyer returned his signs to 
his sleeves and brought his hands high above his head. He then brought 
the flats of both palms down on the floor.

Akane wondered what was going on when she felt the floorboards under her 
feet shift unnaturally. With only a split second to react, she shoved 
Shampoo out of the way as hard as she could. She was delighted to see 
the Amazon sent sprawling a good distance away.

Then the floor gave out under Akane and she was falling. Off balance as 
she was from the shove, she started to plunge headfirst toward the floor 
below. Had it been of normal height, she would have landed on her head, 
possibly injuring herself seriously. Instead there was a large amount of 
space between floors which gave her enough time to reorient herself. 
Like a cat, she twisted in mid-air, getting her feet under her and 
landing in a room illuminated only by a soft purple glow.

Akane looked around. She was in what appeared to be an art gallery of 
some kind, though curiously the artwork was not on display, but rather 
spread out in small piles here and there. The room itself, it being two 
stories in height, was very small, no more than ten feet by ten feet. It 
was like being in a large broom closet with a high ceiling. Why it was 
here, Akane couldn�t fathom.

As she looked around, she saw several art pieces that seemed familiar to 
her, though she was uncertain why. She was never into art, and had no 
eye for it. A nameless street painter could be as talented as Van Gough, 
and she couldn�t tell the difference. There were also some rather large 
looking jewels scattered about, while others were encrusted in elaborate 
gold settings, like a chalice to her left and a crown near her foot.

She started to ponder the mystery when a voice from above cried out, 
�Akane!�

Akane looked up to see Shampoo leaping down from the hole in the floor 
two stories up. Deftly the girl landed on her feet right next to Akane.

Akane was taken aback. �Shampoo, you came down to check on me?�

�Of course,� Shampoo said. �If Akane get hurt, she can say to Ranma �Oh, 
look, Akane get hurt protecting Shampoo, is she not heroic?� That get 
big time brownie points on Ranma for sure. No way Shampoo let Akane do 
that.�

�Wow, saw right through my scheme, did you?� Akane said in a flat voice.

�How we get out?� Shampoo said.

Akane looked around until she spotted a doorway that was nearly flush 
with the wall to her right. She saw that rather than a handle, there was 
some sort of lever that was used to open it. She pulled up, the door 
sliding soundless back. Beyond the doorway there was normal light. She 
and Shampoo walked through it, and found themselves in a gymnasium with 
a large number of gymnastics equipment around. As they cleared the 
aperture, ending up next to a pommel horse, the door slid shut behind 
them, blending in seamlessly with the wall.

Before Akane could ponder the meaning behind the secret door, the 
ceiling in the gymnasium came falling inward and the Dojo Destroyer 
landed on the far side of the gym.

�I knew you would try to set an ambush if I came after you, so I came in 
from a different area.�

Akane turned to Shampoo. �Since this guy�s so tough, why don�t we put 
aside our rivalry for a while and combine forces to kick his ass?�

�Two people fighting together much better than two people fighting 
individually,� Shampoo agreed.

Akane considered a strategy. �Let�s see if he can deal with both of us 
attacking at once. You hit him high, and I�ll hit him low.�

�Fish Head is dead meat,� Shampoo boasted.

Both girls lunged for him, but before they had cleared half the 
distance, the Dojo Destroyer reached into his gi and shouted, �Sign 
Storm Fury!!�

Suddenly the room was filled with a whirlwind of hundreds of dojo signs 
that flew wildly through the air as though they were trapped in a 
hurricane. The sheer number of signs was impossible to dodge. Numerous 
times they impacting against the girls repeatedly, nearly as hard as the 
Dojo Destroyer had hit them with earlier. Each suffered two dozen blows 
before being laid low. The storm abated just as they hit the ground, 
signs littering the length of the gym.

�Not fair,� Akane groaned. �We patched up our differences and agreed to 
work as a team. The bad guy always gets beaten when the good guys do that.�

�Is standard operating procedure,� Shampoo agreed.

�I don�t like clich�s,� the Dojo Destroyer announced. �Now to finish you 
off with my final attack: Bringing the House Down!� He chopped his arms 
through the air. Akane felt a whoosh of air pass over her head. She 
became aware of the fact that there now seemed to be a line through the 
wall of the gymnasium, as though someone had taken a very large scalpel 
to them.

Then the walls began to slide away from one another.

The Dojo Destroyer ran to a wall. �Now to get out while the dojo, I mean 
house, comes down around your heads.� He drew back a fist and shattered 
the wall.

And found himself confronted with a view composed of solid earth.

�Oops. Forgot I was in the basement. This might be a problem.�

Then the walls came tumbling down.

The destruction filled the air with tons of construction material 
failing down, with nearly a third of the house collapsing thanks to the 
Dojo Destroyer�s attack. Much of it fell directly on top of him, since 
that was where the wave of destruction had originated. Then, when 
everything from above had fallen, there was silence. For five long 
minutes, the dust settled. Then the calm was disrupted again by a 
resounding boom as a fist disintegrated some of the debris.. Slowly, 
painfully, the Dojo Destroyer dragged himself to the surface. Only one 
of his arms and legs still worked, the other limbs disabled from the 
collapse. His chest hurt. His back hurt. Muscles he didn�t know existed 
hurt. He made a mental note to never fight in a basement ever again.

As his head poked the surface, he was surprised to see Akane and Shampoo 
standing over him, waiting patiently, each holding one of the signs from 
his dojo whirlwind storm. While both looked dusty and a number of 
scratches lined their forms, neither looked very injured. Enraged, but 
not injured.

The Dojo Destroyer stared at them, in disbelief. �How could you have 
fared better than me? I�m much larger and more durable than you little 
girls.�

�We work together,� Shampoo said.

�Just as the ceiling started to fall, Shampoo grabbed a pommel horse 
while I kept the larger pieces from hitting her. We then ducked under 
it, using it to protect us and bracing it up so it wouldn�t buckle from 
all the weight.�

�It make excellent shield,� Shampoo agreed.

The Dojo Destroyer laughed nervously. �Well, since I was injured in the 
collapse, I guess we can say the fight�s over and you guys won.�

Akane smacked the sign she was holding in her palm, glaring at him the 
entire time. �No, I don�t think so. You still look threatening to me. 
Right, Shampoo?�

�Like cornered, ill-tempered tiger,� Shampoo agreed.

�Yep, better make sure you�re good and properly beaten.�

�Can�t we talk about this?� the Dojo Destroyer cried out.

�We can do it while we�re beating on you.�

The girls drew back their boards.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Earlier]

Kunou lay back in his bed, savoring the sensation of having the missing 
part of his heart showering kisses upon his body like drops of rain, 
covering every inch of his flesh. After returning to his home, he and 
Ranma had sought the privacy of Kunou�s room, where their make out 
session had turned hot and heavy. Soon their clothing had ended up on 
the floor, and they had ended up as natural as new born babes. Ranma was 
everything Kunou thought he would be, except hung like a horse, but what 
was there would be more than enough to pleasure one another with. Kunou 
couldn�t wait for things to go to that step.

Kunou began fondling Ranma�s bottom and his finger began playing with 
his rosebud. That got a reaction as Ranma darted out of his grip. �Whoa, 
slow down.�

�I have lubricant over here,� Kunou reached for his nightstand where a 
variety of tubes awaited them.

�Making out doesn�t include back door action, you know,� Ranma told him.

It took Kunou a second to realize what Ranma was saying. Of course, the 
last wish had only been for the two to kiss, not have sex. It was a 
problem easily rectified. He went for Wishbringer, which had been left 
next to his and Ranma�s clothing.

Ranma scooted over to the far side of the bed. �Geez, can�t you take 
�no� for an answer?�

Kunou held the sword above his head this time. �I wish for us to have 
enjoyable sex together.�

Ranma visibly relaxed. �Oh, well, that�s cool. Gimme some of that 
�Luscious Strawberry� lube. Strawberry�s my favorite, if you know what I 
mean.�

�Oh, Ranma-kun.� Kunou could feel the bed trembling in anticipation for 
what was to come. In fact, it was groaning as well, and he hadn�t even 
started to pound on Ranma�s backdoor yet. Truly the upcoming event was 
of cataclysmic proportions if the furniture itself was looking forward 
to things.

Then the floor gave way, causing the bed and its occupants to fall to 
the floor below.

Kunou cried out in alarm as he saw the indoor pool that housed his 
sister�s pet, Mr. Green Turtle, rose up from below. Worse, said pet was 
directly below Kunou�s landing point. The kendoist had no time to react 
as his face plowed right into the back of the giant turtle�s shell, 
knocking him senseless.

Raining debris finally stopped falling and the pool became still. Kunou 
lay on the edge of the turtle, his lower half in the water, dazed to the 
point he could not move. Instead he drifted on the back of the carefree 
turtle, who seemed unimpressed by the piles of debris now lining his pool.

Kunou became aware of a voice saying, �There you are! Thank god! For a 
second there, I thought you drowned. Hold on. I�ll get you to shore.�

Kunou felt himself being lifted and carried to the edge of the pool and 
placed on his back on solid ground, staring up at the sky, not able to 
concentrate on his savior.

A loud �Oooo, you�re still hard,� came from his lower half. �Good, I can 
sure put that to use.� A moment later, he felt a warm, wet sensation as 
a mouth engulfed his cock and began giving him head.

�Ranma,� Kunou breathed, closing his eyes as he savored the warm wet 
sensation of his cock receiving a healthy coating of saliva. The blow 
job was fast and wild, with Ranma acting like an overeager child being 
given a popsicle on a hot summer day. Also he was taking nearly the 
whole thing in, quiet the feat given Kunou�s impressive size. Obviously 
Ranma was so eager for their joining he could barely restrain himself 
from attacking his lover�s cock. Their relationship was cemented. There 
could be no doubt any longer.

Kunou recovered more of his senses, though most of them locked on to the 
wonderful event that was happening between his legs. He was becoming so 
excited, there was a threat he would pop off now. Wanting to warn his 
lover to expect something warm and wet splashing down his throat, Kunou 
opened his eyes and raised his head.

And saw the top of a crown of red hair bobbing up and down on his cock.

�Wh� What?� was all Kunou could gasp out.

Hearing him speak, Ranma-chan removed her mouth from Kunou�s member and 
shot him an impish grin.

It couldn�t be. It was impossible. How, how did the fiery-haired 
she-devil substitute herself for Ranma? And what was her mouth doing 
affixed to the spot that belonged exclusively to his Ranma-kun? It was 
impossible. How could the gods be so cruel?

�What are you doing here?� Kunou asked.

�Getting ready to have sex with you. And since you seem pretty warmed up 
to me.� Ranma-chan rose to her feet, then walked up so her loins were 
directly above his jutting manhood. Slowly she began to bend at the 
knees and lower herself onto his groin.

Kunou wanted to rise up, find a sword, and dismember the girl for 
ruining the most perfect moment of his life. What Kunou ended up doing 
was remaining exactly where he was. For some odd reason, he could not 
rise to his feet. He would have been worried about some sort of spinal 
injury, but he could feel every part of his body (especially the 
sensations coming from his cock), and could tell there was no lasting 
damage. It was almost as though some other force was keeping his body 
motionless, allowing the girl to take advantage of him in a most 
despicable way.

�Foolish girl, you must not do this.�

The girl was squatting so the bar of iron was poised right at her pussy. 
�Don�t be silly. We have to. Besides, this equipment is better built to 
take yours.� And she proceeded to slip the head of the cock into 
herself. Her eyes widened and she released a hiss of breath as she 
managed to make the entire head and an inch more disappear from sight 
into her body.

Kunou was amazed at the sensation. It was� enjoyable, something he would 
have thought impossible with a girl. He had no interest in them, and had 
never once become aroused in their presence. By all rights his cock 
should have gone as limp as a noodle. But instead he remained as stiff 
as his bokken.

Ranma-chan eased more of herself on his rod, and the enjoyment 
heightened as she stimulated more of him. That it was a girl having this 
effect on him should have been doubly impossible since Kunou had 
specifically wished to have sex with Ranma. Yet somehow this girl had 
not only managed to arouse the kendoist, but substituted herself for his 
beloved.

And then Kunou understood the truth. Somehow this harridan had warped 
the magic to apply to her instead of his pig-tailed god. She was a 
sorceress, capable of weaving dark, powerful magicks that he was 
incapable of defending himself against. Truly she was a terrible woman, 
especially since she had taken in nearly his entire rod, and she was 
making him want to sink all of it into her. It was taking everything he 
had to not lift his hips up and fully impale her on his shaft.

The matter was taken out of his hands as, with a look of determination 
on her face, Ranma-chan thrust her hips down on him, burying him up to 
the hilt in her. �Oh god, I�m so full!� she cried out.

Due to the magic making him enjoy the act, Kunou could not help but 
preen. �Like my character and looks, I am most impressive in endowment 
as well. There are few in school that rival my combination of size and 
girth.�

�Oh yeah,� Ranma-chan cried, wiggling on the end of his rod like a worm 
on a hook.

While the back of Kunou�s mind was offended at the idea of a woman being 
buried on his manhood, the more forward parts of his mind that were 
affected by the magic, including his ego, were stroked by her flattery. 
That he was so manly with other men naturally meant women would be 
impressed by his attributes as well. While this wench was impudent, at 
the same time, she was acknowledging Kunou�s proper place as being a 
superior lover. It eased his distaste, somewhat.

On Ranma-chan�s part, the experience of taking a man for the first time 
wasn�t as physically painful as it might have been. Her hymen had been 
torn within the first week, thanks to her physical training regimen. 
Shampoo�s probing tongue and digits during their encounter had let the 
martial artist experience what it meant to have things go up her 
channel. With the ice broken by their tryst, Ranma-chan had grown 
curious about her female side, and had masturbated frequently, 
discovering one thing girls had over guys was the ability to climax 
frequently. Four times in an hour was her record so far, and she was 
certain with some more practice she could improve on that.

Despite her sexual experience, nothing could have prepared her for the 
effect an honest to goodness cock was having on her body. It had fingers 
beat hands down. She left herself impaled, wiggling on his manhood as 
she felt him touch her in places she didn�t know existed. After savoring 
the sensations, instincts told her to rise up. As she lifted her hips 
her pink inner lining briefly as her body tried keeping him inside her. 
Stopping when he was only halfway in, she plopped back down, her pelvis 
making a slapping sound as it impacted with his. She cooed in pleasure 
at how much easier it was to have him reenter her than it was the first 
time. She rose up again, the plopped down harder, making Kunou groan 
against his will at the sensation. Soon Ranma-chan had a tempo going, 
riding him like a cowgirl on a bronco. Her breasts bounced up and down 
like she was in the middle of an earthquake with how quickly she was 
moving, and still she tried to move faster.

Then on a down stroke Kunou grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay put. 
An instant later, she felt his cock seem to get bigger, then became 
aware of the discharging of his seed inside her, dousing the fires in 
her loins with his hose. The sensation of his fluids mingling with hers 
was enough to send her over the edge, and she too came along with him, 
wailing like a wolf at the moon.

All too soon the sensation passed, and Ranma-chan slumped against his 
chest. Kunou panted as well, and the small redhead felt herself move in 
accordance with his deep breaths.

Against his will, Kunou found a smile creep across his face. He had 
enjoyed the coupling, as much as he believed it impossible. While he had 
always acknowledged he would have to copulate with a woman at some point 
in order to have children, he had regarded it only as a necessary 
biological function, like going to the bathroom, and about as desirable. 
However now he wondered if perhaps it was not so repellent a thing after 
all.

Ranma-chan rose her head up off Kunou�s chest. She stared at him and 
smiled sweetly, �I certainly enjoyed that, and judging by your smile, 
you did, too.� She rose the rest of the way up, his now flaccid cock 
slipping from her as she stood, straddling his sweaty form. �Good, that 
means the wish has been fulfilled, and it�s always better to die happy.� 
The smile disappeared as the martial artist balled her fists.

Aura of satisfaction gone in light of the threat, Kunou said, �Now see 
here, trollop, I was the one defiled by your grotesque body.�

�Defiled? Defiled? I�ll show you defiled!� The gleam in Ranma-chan�s eye 
turned manic as a fist rose above her head.

xxxxxxx

Ten minutes later, Ranma-chan stopped, satisfied at her handiwork. 
Looking down at the mass of welts and bruises that was once a young 
teenager, she said, �Just be glad I enjoyed the thing, or I�d have 
really let you have it.�

Having extracted her pound of flesh, Ranma-chan decided getting dressed 
was a good idea. After some scrounging around, she found a leotard in a 
changing room. Deciding it was better than wearing something of Kunou�s 
(especially since she had �worn� his cock already), she dressed, then 
tried to find an exit. It was harder than entering the manor was, since 
about half of the house had collapsed. �Must have been some earthquake.� 
She had been so fixated on Kunou she hadn�t even been aware of what had 
happened.

Upon thinking about the matter, she came to a startling conclusion; the 
sex hadn�t been that bad. Not that she had a thing for guys, but her 
body was sure accommodating when it came to them, and derived some 
pleasure from fooling around with them. She was more repelled at the 
idea of having made out with Kunou as a guy than having sex with him as 
a girl. Maybe that �enjoyable� stipulation with the wish had something 
to do with it, or maybe having a plant pump his male half in the 
backside had desensitized his sense of propriety. In any case, he 
wouldn�t be beating on Kunou for what happened today. He�d probably beat 
on him for some other reason, it just wouldn�t be for this one.

As Ranma-chan considered what had happened today, she was surprised to 
come across Akane and Shampoo, who were moving through some of the 
wreckage of the building as well. Each looked the worse for wear, as 
though a building had dropped on them. For some reason they were picking 
at their hands.

Akane said to Shampoo, �I hit him so hard so many times, I got a bunch 
of splinters in my hands from all those signs shattering.�

�That happen to Shampoo, too. Next time stick with bonbori.�

Ranma-chan asked, �Hey guys, what are you doing here?�

Both girls looked up, startled. Shampoo shouted out, �Airen, you girl 
now, and look too, too sexy in leotard.� She grabbed the Ranma-chan in 
an embrace, rubbing her body against the smaller girl in interesting ways.

�Where�s Kunou?� Akane asked.

�Back there,� Ranma-chan said as she enjoyed the way Shampoo was 
showering her with affection. �He won�t be coming to school for a couple 
of days.�

�How come?�

�He came down with a bad case of wish fulfillment.�

�Huh?�

�Nothing,� Ranma-chan said, distracted though she was by Shampoo 
nibbling on her ear.

Akane watched the way Ranma-chan reveled in the Amazon�s attention. �You 
aren�t interested in Kunou, are you?�

�Think careful about answer, Airen,� Shampoo whispered in his ear, her 
hand slipping from behind the smaller girl�s head to around her throat.

�Interested in beating the crap out of him, but that�s all,� Ranma-chan 
assured them

�Right answer. Now Shampoo give award,� she returned to rubbing her body 
against him again.

Akane�s eyes fists unclenched and her demeanor brightened. �Maybe I can 
nurse Kunou-chan back to health.�

�Make sure you take lots of ice packs,� Ranma-chan recommended. �I gotta 
get going. Shampoo�s going to help me reinforce my masculinity.�

�While you�re a girl?� Akane asked.

�Life�s kind of ironic, that way,� Ranma-chan said as she was dragged 
away by Shampoo.

Akane shrugged. She was being given a golden opportunity to woo Kunou, 
Ranma wasn�t interested in her future boyfriend, and she had showed off 
her martial arts talents by beating up that stupid Dojo Destroyer (with 
an assist from Shampoo, she reluctantly admitted.) All of which was 
thanks to Ranma�s presence. She had to admit, having him around was 
pretty nice. If she wasn�t interested in Kunou, she might even have 
considered him as a romantic option.

Akane pushed the distraction aside. It was time to play nurse for Kunou, 
and maybe give him the type of physical girls gave boys they were 
interested in. But as she went in search of him, she had the feeling she 
was forgetting something important.

Xxxxxxxxx

As Akane left the area, a figure detached itself from some shadows. It 
moved silently, nimble quick and toward the area that had first been 
destroyed by the Dojo Destroyer. Moving with purpose and haste, as 
though it knew exactly where it was going. It disappeared from sight a 
moment later, as though it had never been.

Xxxxxxxxxx

[End fic]



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