[Episode 224036] [Episode 224036]
Nabiki hummed softly to herself as she puttered around the kitchen, getting the last of the previous day’s mess cleaned up and put away. Though she’d never admit it to anybody (knowing that was a good way to get stuck with regular housework), she had enjoyed helping out her older sister and mother figure. And even if she hadn’t, watching as Kasumi slowly relaxed would have made it worth it.
Finally, the last pan clean, the pageboy-styled girl looked around the kitchen. “The cleaning probably isn’t up to your usual standard, big sis, but at least it’s done. Anything I can do to help with breakfast?”
Kasumi looked up from her cooking. “No, I have everything under control,” she said with a weak but genuine smile. “Why don’t you wake everyone up so they’ll have time to clean up before breakfast?”
“Sure,” Nabiki said, and strolled out toward the dojo. On reaching the yard, she looked down at her sister and brother-in-law-to-be with a short-lived, if fond, smile, then looked around the yard — and stiffened as her earlier unease with the scene returned.
Okay, there’s something wrong here. But what? Everything is normal, except for Akane cuddling up to a female Ranma and the clothes scattered around — wait, those are Hibiki’s clothes, not just Ranma’s! And Akari looked completely dressed under that blanket....
Nabiki walked over to the doorway to the dojo and stared at the couple sleeping inside, Akari on the futon and Ryoga curled up beside her. She thought about the photo her camera had captured of Ranma’s redheaded girl form with Ryoga in the background, then turned and quietly collected Ryoga’s clothing and walked back into the dojo. Dropping the clothes by Ryoga’s head, she gently shook the pair awake, then sat back on her heels as the pair shook themselves awake and sat up. Nabiki grinned appreciatively when Ryoga’s blanket fell away, and the large boy blushed and quickly wrapped it around his waist.
“Welcome to the dojo,” she said quietly. “I’m guessing you two had as wild a day yesterday as everyone else?” Akari blushed and Ryoga paled, and Nabiki smirked. “Thought so. Kasumi’s cooking breakfast for everyone. But there’s something you should know — on the news this morning, the announcer said that a lot of the men hit by whatever-it-was have died. I don’t know how many, but enough that the police and hospitals are badly understaffed.”
Akari gasped and shot to her feet. “Grandfather!” she exclaimed, “I have to get back to the farm!” Turning to Ryoga, she hesitantly asked, “Please, can you come with me?”
Ryoga hesitated, and Nabiki added, “I haven’t gotten Ranma up yet,” then suppressed a flinch as Ryoga grabbed his pants and put them on underneath the blanket. I was afraid of that, she thought.
“Of course I’ll come, but you’ll have to lead me,” Ryoga assured Akari as he quickly threw on his shirt. Grabbing his backpack, the two made hasty farewells and were gone.
Nabiki followed them out the door and walked over to the pair sleeping on the grass. Ranma and Ryoga, she thought, and it was my camera trap that caused it. He is going to kill me, if Akane doesn’t beat him to it, and I’ll deserve it. Well, I might as well get it over with. Taking a deep breath she bent down to shake her younger sister’s shoulder, then froze when she noticed that Akane’s eyes were half-open and watching her. Sitting back on her heels, she simply gazed back at the black-haired girl for a long moment, then quietly said, “Ryoga and Akari are gone, and Kasumi’s fixing breakfast. You two need to get cleaned up, first.”
Akane lifted her head and nodded, and a relieved Nabiki headed for the house even as she determinedly ignored the thought that she had only put off the inevitable....
Akane rolled onto her back to watch her older sister head into the house, then sat up and looked down at the still-sleeping petite redhead, as her thoughts returned to the path they’d worn since Nabiki’s first trip to the dojo had awoken her. Nobody’s fault — it can’t be. I can’t believe Ranma would have ... taken advantage ... of me yesterday when I ... jumped him, and there’s no way he caused the, the need himself. And what happened with Ryoga! There’s no way Ranma chose to do that, the way he acts ‘manly’ all the time is one of the most irritating things about him. He — she — had to be suffering the same need. And Ryoga had to be feeling the same as well — even if the sweetest, most chivalrous boy I know would take advantage of a girl, it wouldn’t be Ranma ... She stared down at Ranma for a few more minutes, then took a deep breath. This is not going to go well, but Ranma has to wake up sometime.
Reluctantly, Akane reached out and gently shook her fiancé’s shoulder, then harder when the smaller girl barely stirred. Sighing, she leaned down and shouted, “Ranma!” inches from the other girl’s ear, then jerked back as Ranma rolled away and up into a crouch, looking quickly around.
“Akane? What are we doin’ out here?” Ranma asked, then the naked redhead’s eyes widened as the memories of the previous day — and evening — rolled over her, and she was on her hands and knees and doing her best to empty what little there was in her stomach out onto the grass. Dimly, she sensed her fiancée kneel beside her, felt her pull her braid out of the way, and flinched back. “I didn’t do it! I mean, I did it, but I didn’t mean to! It was ... it was ...”
“... something else,” Akane gently finished for her. “I know. There’s no way you would have done something like that with Ryoga, of all people, if you’d been in control of yourself.”
“Ryoga!” Ranma gasped, looking around frantically. “Where —”
“Ryoga’s gone,” Akane hastily reassured her, “along with Akari.” Then, when Ranma slumped in relief, Akane walked over and pulled Ranma up by her arm. “Come on, Ranma, let’s get cleaned up before Kasumi finishes breakfast.” Putting her arm around the smaller girl, Akane steered her toward the house.
Ranma jerked to a stop when the two reached the door to the furo. “Ya go ahead an’ get cleaned first,” she hastily said. “I’ll just wait out here.”
Akane shook her head. “No, there probably isn’t time. Besides, after what happened yesterday — what we did yesterday — I don’t think just bathing together is something to get excited about.” Her chuckle was just a bit forced, and even that died off as Ranma stared at the floor.
“I really didn’t mean ta do that. Ya do know that, right?”
Sighing, Akane again took her fiancé by the arm and pulled her into the furo room. “Yes, I know, just like I didn’t really mean to. I’m not going to hit you or anything, just — I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine, okay?” After a moment Ranma nodded slightly, and Akane suppressed a sigh of relief. Ranma needs to feel manly, and there’s nothing manlier than sex — so, a little seduction for his own good. Carefully, she ignored the memories of the previous day, and how good it felt, Ranma pistoning into her ... “Okay, me first,” she said, grabbing the soap and starting to get lathered up.
Akane finished quickly, and hurried Ranma through sudsing up and washing off, then watched as Ranma stepped eagerly into the furo. Let’s see, once we’re in I can snuggle up to him and casually brush against his thing, and ...
The black-haired girl’s thoughts skittered to a halt, as she suddenly realized that Ranma had completely stepped into the steaming water ... and nothing had happened. She stared, frozen in place, even as Ranma collapsed into a sitting position on the edge of the furo and began to shake. Shaking herself out of her daze, Akane slowly walked up behind her fiancé to hear her murmuring, “... no, please, not again, not now ...”
Slowly, she knelt down behind the redhead and wrapped her arms around her stomach as she rested her chin on Ranma’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Ranma,” she whispered in her ear, “it’ll be just like the last few times — you’ll spend awhile locked, go on a quest, pound some perverts into the ground, get the curse unlocked, everything will be back to normal.”
“But what if it doesn’t?” Ranma asked. “The other times I was locked ‘cause a’ stuff other people did ta me. This time, where do I go, who do I hunt down? What if it’s ‘cause a’ whatever hit everybody yesterday? What if it changed the curse somehow and it never unlocks? What about us?”
Good question, what if it doesn’t unlock? Akane thought, and her mind flashed back over the last several years, memories of the rumors about her sexuality that had started up after she’d started fighting the Hentai Horde every morning and then even more after Ranma’s curse had become public knowledge, the way some girls, girls she’d liked, had started avoiding her, the way she’d “punished” Ranma for it out of sheer frustration. And then, her mind turned to the times Ranma had played with his girl side, the way she’d flirted for extra food, her happy face as she dove into a bowl of ice cream big enough for any three normal people — the rush of heat Akane had carefully ignored even as she’d berated her topless fiancé while Ranma wrung out her shirt but had never quite forgotten, and how last night she had latched onto Ranma’s breast like a lamprey while Ryoga had been giving the redhead the jackhammering of a lifetime (at least, she thought so, not exactly having a lot of experience to compare it to).
“Nothing changes,” Akane said. “We go on, as a couple, just like we were planning. You were planning on that, right, Ranma?” she added dangerously.
“Y-Y-Yeah, a’ course!” Ranma almost shouted. “But ya’ always go on about me bein’ a pervert, an’ get mad if I stay too long in girl-form, an’ ... an’ ... an’ you’ll want a guy in yer bed, not some girl smaller an’ weaker than you are!”
Well, you did think that a little seduction was all Ranma needed, Akane thought wryly to herself. “Ranma, last night, just who was suckling at your breast like a newborn baby? It sure wasn’t Ryoga,” she whispered softly in Ranma’s ear, and Ranma stiffened.
“B-But ya were sick from whatever that was — that ... that ... lemon flu,” the smaller girl stuttered, and Akane chuckled.
“Yes, but that ... lemon flu — good name — drove me toward guys, Ranma. I’d spent all day yesterday before you got home alone with my sisters, and never thought once of going after one of them. No, my attraction to you was ... something else.”
Ranma thought about it, remembered all the girls throwing themselves at guys, and not each other (and vice versa), the way she’d reacted to Ryoga after getting splashed (fighting down a wave of queasiness), and slowly nodded. “Ya mean it?” she asked in a small voice, then froze as Akane’s hands rose from around her stomach to cup her generous mounds.
“Yes, I mean it,” Akane whispered, as she ran her thumbs across Ranma’s nipples and the redhead moaned softly as those nipples stiffened from the attention.
“B-But, breakfast ...” Ranma stuttered, and Akane chuckled again.
“Breakfast can wait,” she said as she continued to play with Ranma’s breasts, then felt Ranma relax back against her. She smiled to herself as she listened to Ranma’s moans and gasps, then felt her new lover suck in a deep breath and arch against her. “Ranma, did you just come?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Ranma gasped out. “Oh, kami, that felt good. Not like last night, but ...”
“That’s because while breasts are fine, the main action is down here,” Akane murmured, and Ranma gasped again as one of Akane’s hands dropped from her breast to the moist spot between her legs. She moaned as she felt Akane’s fingers run along between her folds, then spread her legs wider as Akane slipped first one finger, then several more up into her wet heat and started to slowly pump, her palm rubbing against Ranma’s clit.
Outside the door to the furo, Nabiki stood frozen, her hand in the air to knock, as the sounds of Ranma’s passion again grew in strength. After a time, she slowly stepped back, then turned and quietly headed back to the family room, smiling to herself as Ranma’s cry of release rang out behind her. So Ranma’s a screamer. Good for you, little sis. Then, sobering, Now, maybe I’ll actually live through my next meeting with Ranma....
She walked into the family room to find Kasumi already staring toward the door, frowning thoughtfully. “We might as well get started, big sis,” Nabiki said nonchalantly. “It sounds like Akane and Ranma are going to be a little late.”
“Was that ...” Kasumi got out before stumbling to a halt, and Nabiki nodded as she knelt at the table.
“Yup, that was Ranma — good thing, too. Come on, I’m starved.”
Ranma opened her eyes, every muscle limp and the only thing holding her where she sat Akane’s arms. “Oh, oh, oh wow ... last night wasn’t a fluke,” she gasped out.
Akane smiled. “So, convinced I’m serious about sticking with you, through whatever?”
Reluctantly, Ranma broke out of Akane’s embrace and turned in place to face her lover, eyes shining as Akane sat back. “Yeah, ya gave a convincin’ argument.”
“Good,” Akane said, then eyed the sweat-slick redhead. “Now, let’s get you cleaned again, get where you’ve been sitting wiped down before Kasumi makes us empty and clean the entire furo, and go eat. I’m surprised Kasumi or Nabiki haven’t been knocking on the door, yet.”
Ranma gazed at the smoothly muscled black-haired girl kneeling in front of her, then shook her head. “Nope, we aren’t quite done yet.” Then before Akane could protest reached out and picked her up by the arms and shifted her over so she was sitting on the stool. “I’ve had my fun, but you haven’t had yours yet,” the redhead whispered, then spread Akane’s legs and knelt down in front of her.
“Ranma, what are you AHH!” Akane gasped out as Ranma leaned down and ran her tongue along her dripping slit.
“Saw this in one of Daisuke’s movies,” Ranma said, looking up with a grin. “Let’s see how well it works in real life.” Wrapping her arms around Akane’s thighs, she dove back in and Akane’s own moans and gasps quickly started as Ranma’s tongue slid the length of her folds, then dove in as deep as it could reach.
R-Ranma, don’t stop, that f-feels so good, don’t AHHH!” she half-shrieked, jerking and falling backwards to brace herself on her arms as Ranma reached one hand across and her thumb flicked across Akane’s clit. Her head fell backwards and she stared unseeing at the ceiling as her speech degenerated into incoherency, then fell silent except for strengthening moans until with a shriek of her own she convulsed, her arms giving way and dumping her backwards onto the floor.
For a long moment Akane lay there gasping, then lifted herself to a sitting position one hand rubbing the back of her head as she looked at Ranma, now sitting back again on her heels. “That was fun, but let’s not try that position again, the end hurts too much,” she complained, then chuckled at Ranma’s smothered laughter. Good, he’s — she’s — really relaxing, Akane thought, then mock-frowned. “But you’ve made a mess of yourself, eating your meal,” she said, looking at her juices coating Ranma’s lower face, “that won’t do at all!” and she leaned forward and slowly licked Ranma’s face clean, the smaller girl simply closing her eyes, then reaching out and pulling Akane into a hug when she started to sit back.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and Akane returned the hug. Finally, Ranma broke the embrace as a blush stole across her face and cleared her throat. “Well, now we both need to clean up all over again, and with all the noise we’ve been makin’ I’m surprised Kasumi hasn’t broken down the door!”
The two girls quickly soaped each other up again, and washed each other off (not without a few strokes and tickles), dressed in spare clothes kept in the changing room, then headed out toward the dining room. They stepped through the doorway, to freeze at the sight of a Kasumi trying to force a gentle smile into a disapproving frown, and an openly grinning Nabiki.
“So, Ranma, you finally chose a fiancée.” the middle sister crowed, “and in such a public way, too! If you two intend to keep this up, you’re going to need to buy some muzzles or learn to keep it quiet — the rest of us will want to sleep sometime, you know. You’re just lucky both fathers are still out, or they’d be calling up a minister right now.” Then Nabiki’s grin faded away as she looked at the two fiercely blushing girls. “Ranma,” she hesitantly asked, “why are you still a girl?” then paled as Ranma just looked down at the floor while with a concerned look Akane placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “You’re locked, aren’t you?” Nabiki asked, then when Ranma nodded closed her eyes as tears started to trickle down her cheeks. “Oh, Ranma, it’s all my fault, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and the other two sisters stared at her.
“Your fault?” Akane questioned, and Nabiki opened her eyes and nodded.
“Yes, my fault — it has to be connected Ranma getting changed and ... and ... and having sex with Ryoga, and it’s my fault. I ... I set up a camera trap in the dojo, and Ranma walked into it when he was taking the futon in for Akari last night,” Nabiki confessed miserably, turning her eyes toward the floor.
Akane felt a growl rise in her throat and started to stalk toward Nabiki, only to stop when Ranma grabbed her arm. Turning to look at her lover, “But Ranma —” she started to say, only to stop at Ranma’s headshake.
Letting go of Akane, Ranma stepped over and knelt next to Nabiki. “No, Nabiki, it wasn’t your fault, not really. Sure, ya set up the trap, but ya hardly expected everybody ta, ta go into heat, did ya?” Then, when Nabiki simply continued to stare at the floor, asked again, more forcefully, “Did ya?”
“No,” Nabiki whispered.
“And if I’d done my usual workout like I should have yesterday morning, I would’a tripped it then, instead a’ last night. It was just dumb bad luck, that’s all. Besides, it might not be permanent, maybe it’ll fade away in a little while, or maybe the ol’ ghoul will know a way ta unlock it. Who knows what’ll happen?”
Nabiki took a deep breath, then squared her shoulders and straightened up. “Right!” she said firmly, then smiled tremulously at Ranma. “And Ranma, whatever you need, anything at all, if I can get it for you I will.”
Ranma nodded as she smiled back. “Thanks, I’ll remember that. But first I need ta speak ta Cologne, and before that ...” she said, looking at the table loaded with food, “I’m starving!”
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