Normally, Ranma didn't like waking up.
Mornings weren't so bad; she got to fight Pops and train. If she was lucky, the old coot would teach her something new. Sure, most of those training techniques were pretty crazy, but they almost always ended up being really useful, too. Hell, even Jusenkyo ended being more good than bad, although Genma probably hadn't anticipated meeting Nabiki becoming one of the benefits. Waking up next to that benefit was really, really nice.
Ranma smiled at her sleeping, well, girlfriend. Ranma grinned. She had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that didn't mind she was a girl right now. Ranma wasn't sure she minded her sex right now. Flying was great. Passing through walls was neat. Getting to see Nabiki was really great. And the way Nabiki had made Ranma feel, well it was a lot better than the few times she'd had the privacy for some self exploration as a guy. Maybe that was because Nabiki had been doing it, but Ranma had the sneak suspicion her cursed form played a part.
For that matter, Ranma wouldn't have even kissed Nabiki if they weren't both girls. Her pop had drilled into her time after time that even the littlest fooling around with a girl could get her pregnant. Ranma didn't want to have a kid yet, maybe never, but definitely not now. With all the touching she and Nabiki had been doing, well if she had been a boy, Nabiki probably would have been carrying her child. Scary.
If only they had a better place to be than Nabiki's room. Ranma was really glad she was invisible when the youngest Tendo burst in. Yet Nabiki hadn't seemed embarrassed, just upset. Well, maybe Akane's interrupting was good after all. Ranma didn't really notice at the time, but Nabiki had tensed up when Ranma tried to do to Nabiki some of what she was doing to the redhead. Ranma mentally slapped herself. Just because she ended up really liking it when Nabiki touched down there didn't mean that Nabiki was ready for it to happen to her. Things had just felt so nice, and she wanted Nabiki to feel as nice.
Besides, thinking about letting Nabiki touch her all over was a little scary. Well, not scary, Ranma Saotome wasn't scared of anything, just not quite right. Maybe that was the way these things worked, though. Maybe everyone was uncomfortable until they were in the middle of things. It was just that when she touched Nabiki, it was like an empty part of her that wasn't there as a boy was getting filled. Maybe Nabiki would know what to do.
Nabiki woke in Ranma's arms.
It was enough to make Nabiki cry. Ranma, her girlfriend, wanted to be with Nabiki. Ranma wrapped her arms around Nabiki's tummy, pressed up against Nabiki's back, squished her breasts against Nabiki. Nabiki giggled; she had a real looker for a lover.
Assuming that Ranma's reluctance at the end of last night didn't mean Nabiki no longer had a lover.
"Ranma?" Nabiki asked hesitantly, opening her eyes.
"Hey, you're awake," the spirit said with a smile. A smile, that was good, right?
"I like waking up if it's like this," Nabiki replied, rolling over to face the redhead.
"Yeah," Ranma agreed. "Look, about last night, all this is kinda new to me..."
"I'm the first person you've dated?" Nabiki asked, surprised.
"Well, you know," Ranma replied, looking away. "The way things usually are, I don't get close to anyone." Nabiki blinked. She hadn't really thought about it, but if Ranma had always been getting sex for food, it probably wasn't very intimate.
"You're my first, too," Nabiki said. Well, Ranma was her first in more than one way, but she wasn't going to begrudge her lover food.
"Yeah, well," Ranma continued, "it's really nice and all, but, you know, if going slow is better and all?" Ranma didn't finish her sentence so much as run out of words. That was sweet; Ranma didn't want her, and her time with Ranma, to be more than just another meal.
"Not too slow, right?" Nabiki asked. "I don't want to back to the way things were." Nabiki reached up to run a finger along the underside of Ranma's breast. "I don't think I can keep my hands off you entirely."
"I don't think I'd like it if you did," Ranma admitted, "but I ain't going to do more than stuff like this," Ranma reached over and lightly brushed her nipple with the pad of a finger, "for a while, okay?"
Nabiki sighed. Getting to touch Ranma's sex was thrilling. Nabiki knew it was silly, Ranma must have shared that part of her with a number of other girls, but it still made Nabiki feel all warm inside that Ranma trusted her to touch the redhead that way. To know that she made that look appear on the spirit's face. Still, agreeing would put off that scary moment when he had to decide again if she would spread her legs. This was Ranma, the spirit she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but when Ranma asked with her fingers, Nabiki had been so scared...
"You're right," Nabiki agreed, "for now we'll stick to lighter stuff."
Genma knew this would be a great day.
He'd woken up without a hangover, which had been just amazing. He now had an irregular source of income that could be saved for the trip back to Japan. Well, what was left after some good booze could be saved. The best part of the morning, though, was when Ranma revealed he'd finally begun to understand the Art.
The Art was everything. It was there before they had been born and would be there after they died. They needed to learn it, understand it, and pass it on to others. A person, and their own insignificant honor or dishonor, would live for a little, then die, but the Art and its honor would live forever. Clearly then, stains on one's own honor were nothing if it served the Art. Now, Ranma had been flushed and late for morning practice. Genma might have worried that his son had found some Chinese trollop, but with his current energy, the boy had to have finally stolen some food and was still warm from running away. At last the boy had begun to understand that time spent working so they could buy food was time when he could be practicing or learning.
Well, that meant Genma could cut down Ranma's rations further without hurting the boy or his progress. Genma himself could then save more (or work less). Soon he would be with Nodoka again; ten years was a lot of time to be without a woman, especially as womanly a woman as his wife. He'd become inured to his need over the years, but lately, ever since they hit the last leg of the trip, after those cursed springs, his subconscious had been reminding Genma of what he'd given up for the boy.
Hikaru had figured out his problem: poor bait. His sister's panties just weren't enough to attract a succubus. There were at least two shortcomings: his sister wasn't far into puberty, and he was pretty sure that she regularly masturbated. Not that it really mattered, as their mother had discovered the panties in Hikaru's room and delivered a long lecture about propriety, young men his age, and acceptable teen fantasies. Yuck!
Well, he now needed at least one more set of panties and, as long as he was looking for them, he needed to get a good pair. A pair from a girl in her midteens who was full of bottled up sexual tension. That meant he couldn't just buy some used panties or grab some panties of opportunity. He had to find the right girl and get her panties off. Maybe then he'd finally have sex.
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