Miko listened on, until the business of the mating began. Then she asked "But why a cat man. And for that matter, why is Ranma bleeding blue from that love nick you gave him crashing through my ceiling?" She wasn't so mad about the damages, really, but as a planned head of a ninja clan, Miko Mido was supposed to learn or better yet already know these things.
Ranma had been silent, wondering why he was bleeding blue and what it meant, but he perked up realizing he could figure out something. It made him feel smarter when he could. "I think I have a inkling about the cat, especially as I'm not freaking out; I'll explain it after. Yaku's just getting to the racy part." He blushed a little at his lack of shame (they could tell) as he started trailing kisses and licks on her back and shoulder, both of them naked and Yaku showing no signs of a urge to dress.
Yaku retorted with a groan "Naughty Ranma. I'll reward you later." She turned her gaze back to Miko. "As I was saying, this black furred red blood hue striped cat man on a scale with my wolf girl form came up from behind that punk Shikima and took off all its tendrils at the root from behind! I didn't even see its claws hit, but Ranma's smirk tells me that's just confirming his idea."
Ranma pinched Yaku's nipple, getting another pleased groan. "How did you know I'm smirking? I'm behind you."
Miko handled this one. "The same way you aren't embarrassed, Ranma. You're spliced, your souls and hearts in contact, in contract some would say. Sex-craft ninja and Shikima jockey for power in the sexual and spiritual arena, but there are times when true equals meet or other considerations demand people be linked, but free. King Shikima and Maria Mido, my parents, found they truly cared for one another and were both equals, so they deliberately soul spliced and sold it to the Miroku and Shikima as a means of further cementing the bonds between the clan and the Shikima race."
Ranma deftly turned the cheek into Yaku's grasp, not JUST ready for a hand job yet. As she pouted at having missed her grab, Ranma shook his head bemusedly. "So, I'm being supported by Yaku's attitude and her feelings toward me, just as she feels my smirks and other emotions. Alright, then. Yaku?"
Yaku pinched the butt cheek she'd been given just so, getting a intense groan of approval before getting back to the story. "So, as we were before the interruptions. I could read his face even then, and killing itself was repugnant, but there was a glory in being able to fight for another in those eyes. I know the feeling all too well. His unbridled ferocity and focus on me even as he literally tore that jerk apart would have gotten me wet even without that damned lust venom, but when he growled out as close to my name as he could under those circumstances, I realized it was Ranma. He wanted me. Badly. As pumped up with passion as that body had to have been, it's no wonder. But he was going to turn away, figuring I might suffer but could handle the dose I had. And that decided me. Miko, I'm a ninja, but I've always known that sometimes you get into a situation where your heart even overrides your pussy. That show of concern turned my heart on and probably switched off my better judgment, because I turned him around and I showed him what I was about. Then." Yaku left it at that, figuring Miko could figure out the rest.
Miko noted "Where's Nin-Nin, anyway?"
Ranma just shrugged and thumbed up to the hole in the ceiling. "Up there. He came to in the midst of us getting together. I still can hardly believe we were arguing about who would surrender to who!"
Yaku chided "That's whom, Ranma. We were too involved to give a rat's ass, you understand, but we must of been quite the show. Poor Nin-Nin must have been blowing a fuse watching us rut like that, until he finally screamed the word Both at us and passed back out. t which point we looked at each other and started really going at it, trying ti give ourselves and match one another. It was instinct, much to the ruination of your home."
Ranma followed that up naturally, feeling she was done for the moment. "Yeah, that's about how I felt, I was, am so alive now! I have a good guess as to why too. I just need to know one thing. You spoke of my blue blood like it really means something. I Mean, I noticed Yaku bleeds blue instead of red, but then we're connected in this wild way, so I just wrote it off to that at first."
Miko blinked, then nodded. "I can see that, actually. The blue blood is a sign that one is part Shikima and part human." She ran her fingers through her hair, stiffened one that had combed out, then poked her fingertip with it, showing the blue bead of blood before pressing it onto the lips of her occasional lover and her new friend. "Welcome to the family, by the way. And why are you so thunderstruck? I thought you were past shyness."
Ranma mumbled "I liked the taste? I guess it's rare steaks next time." before looking up. "Oh! No, that's not it, I'm just not used to getting these ideas confirmed so easily. That and I realize I'm going to have to have people I care about want to kill my old man. And he's not evil. Just too reckless and powerful a martial artist to be allowed his own way. I better explain."
Ranma sat down, Yaku falling quite naturally onto his lap as the rest of the couch was covered in plaster and such. Not that she would have sat away from him anyway!, Miko judged, as he went on. "The world I come from, there's magic and Martial Arts of great power, but no Shikima that I know of, and no sex craft ninja, you said you are?" At their nods, Ranma pressed on. "Maybe that's the point where our worlds became different, I'm no professor or anything. I do know that some arts and techniques get sealed, either because they are too dangerous to others to be taught to the unworthy, or too dangerous to the student to be taught at all."
Yaku sighed deeply. "Miko, are you smelling where this is going?"
The Mido heir apparent rolled her eyes to the heavens, carefully not showing her recognition of Nin-Nin paying close attention through the hole in the ceiling. "Oh, hell yes, and it stinks like a manure truck explosion. You can cut to the chase anytime, Ranma."
Ranma grinned as he realized a certain dread he'd have felt by this point in the explanation was missing. "Oh no, I can't! Background's important. This world may never have developed the technique, or banned it far more successfully." At the nods, Ranma went on, "Old man never did say where he got the manual in the first place, but I suspect he'd taken it off his old sensei when he and Soun, his fellow student under the old freak, sealed him in a cave with leftover mining equipment. And before you girls go off, I've met the twerp, and he really really deserved it. I'm talking about the founder of my fighting style here, so trust me, I'm not saying this lightly!"
Nin-nin took that time to bounce down through the hole in the ceiling and jump into Miko's lap. She glared but let him be for now, especially as he spoke up. "Sounds like some I've known before I was taken in by the Miroku. Who was your old freak?" Upon hearing Ranma name the founder of Anything Goes, Nin-Nin nearly exploded. "What? That freak Happosai was hunted down by the best of all the clans over two centuries ago, as an stain on the honor of sex craft in general! I take it without us around, he lived to found a school?"
Ranma sighed and nodded. "Indiscriminate Grappling, which just about anyone that knows of it calls Anything Goes, isn't the most honorable school out there, but it's not dishonorable either. It's a philosophy of improving yourself as extremely as you can and adding every trick you can possibly pull off to your knowledge base. Never refuse a challenge, don't hesitate to distract, deceive, or desert an opponent as long as you finish it in the end. You get the picture. As I was saying, though, I suspect that my old man never read the last page of the training manual because he feared it had a booby trap left in it for the greedy. And as that fat panda of a man was greedy, he wasn't taking chances, is my guess. The actual training for the Neko Ken", Ranma paused as Nin-Nin's eyes seemed to turn to burning coals in his concealing ninja uniform, "I see you've heard of it. Anyway, the training is simple. And horrible. You take a kid, preferably a trusting one so under ten years old. You tie him up with fish sausages or with ropes while you otherwise cover the poor brat with fish products, all the while spouting utter crap so the child won't see it coming, at least the first time. Then you throw your sucker, I mean student, into a pit of cats you've starved for about half a week to a full week. Starved to the point that all turn on all, in other words."
Miko Mido didn't throw up. Neither did anyone else, but it was only by a effort of will. Ranma lightly but grimly went on "After the first time, the kid's in shock. I know, believe me! The teacher is supposed to just keep it up, no sympathy at all, until the Neko is achieved. That's all the manual says, but from personal experience I can say that eventually you go mad near a cat and act like you are one. The actual technique seems to be the combined shock and trauma binding you to the sensei, I think they called it Stock Market Syndrome or something, as well as making the poor guy tap into the most primal survival urge. That unleashes a lot of Ki for later training, you'd have to think."
Miko Mido was utterly silent, to the point that no-one felt they should speak. Finally she stated "Should your father ever, and I mean ever enter this world, Ranma, I want your word you will report it to the Miroku clan. I declare blood feud on him. Not you, Ranma, just that monster."
Ranma wanted to protest, it was clear, but he finally shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that. I swear on my honor." Having done that, he finished "The catlike behavior is the excuse that gets used, it turns out, since one's Neko side has Ki claws and can shred just about anything. Like asshole Shikima, say. But I'm pretty sure it's actually a side effect, as something of the cats in the pit impresses itself into the spirit of the training victim. Add that to that stupid venom and the sex used, and the cat in me starting to rise up makes sense. I'm pretty sure that before I bound my soul with Yaku's, you both healed the split in my own soul getting that poison to burn out, leaving me part cat and part human. Then sating my going into heat as a female completed it and rendered me into a part Shikima. That's my guess at least."
Nin-Nin shook his head in near disbelief. "I'm impressed, Ranma. You've survived things all sanity says should have broken or killed you many times over. I think you maybe have it, as it sure explains your getting hotter as a girl!" Knowing how cats in heat get, the girls were quick in nodding agreement.
Miko spoke up, "So, your current ease with all this is because you're more complete, when you were turned against yourself all this time before. Alright. There's a point that begs to be raised, however. You're now a half Shikima, and a very powerful one at that. Given who you're bound with, I'm pretty sure you're going to be randier and more prone to the cat form with the full moon unless you seriously sate yourself beforehand." She waited for Yaku to whisper her situation into Ranma's ear, then she supplied, "Ranma, you know better than anyone what reckless power can do. I'm going to have to insist you study sex craft with the Miroku, and quite possibly under my father in the Shikima realm. Simply put, you're too dangerous to not be trained." She was deadly serious about this, as much as it hurt her to have to impose on Yaku's lover.
Yaku interjected, "I think she's right, lover, and I'd feel happier if you felt safer about your newfound power."
Ranma smiled. "I ain't into shortcuts without the work, anyway. Find me sensei to teach, and I'll be glad to learn. Especially if I have a certain training partner?" Yaku laughed aloud. "Oh, you greedy, greedy man. I like it." She smooched him a bit, before they broke it up to go over the needed repairs to the ceiling.
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