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(Note: This episode is very much inspired by Don Granberry's Comes The Cold Dragon. A gracious nod to him, of course. G.)
"There! All locked up!"
Taking a deep breath, Ranma reached over to pull up a basin of hot water and splash it over herself. Not feeling the usual tingling in her body that heralded the shift back to her birth-form, she smiled as she placed the basin down, and then she moved to wash herself down. She didn't want to offend Hakufu by smelling of sweat, Shänpú and Akane when they got into bed and made love to each other.
Made love to each other…
It was so weird how it had happened. If Ranma Saotome once could have been seen as being naïve when it came to questions of intimacy and what it meant for relationships between people, Hakufu Sonsaku pretty much matched that. Like he, she had lived for the joy of fighting. It was in her blood, influenced by the magatama bearing the soul of the Little Conqueror of Eastern Wu even if such had not been on her person until a year before, when she had fought the tôshi Hannô and had learned of the dark destiny forced on many who were drawn into the deadly quest to become Ikkitôsen.
The One Who Can Withstand the Assault of a Thousand.
Yet it was in the fight with Hannô that Hakufu's fate had taken a huge detour courtesy of Ranma. Flung to the area close to her middle school thanks to Akane and a well-aimed mallet strike, Ranma found herself caught in a fight between a very beautiful girl a year his junior and an older girl who didn't find it wrong to fight people wearing finger-mounted daggers. Of course, when he tried to break it up, Hannô nearly sliced him to ribbons with her "claws," which got him pissed off to the point where he introduced her to a Hiryû Shôten-ha. And once that was done…
"You have SO got to teach me how to do that!"
Hakufu had become his perfect training partner.
And it was just training at the start. For both of them. Hakufu was as much a sponge when it came to martial arts as Ranma, willing to push the envelope in all respects. And here, Hakufu's mother, Goei, had been a huge help; she still possessed the training journals of her late husband, Bundai Sonken, and was willing to share them with the nice boy/girl who was willing to be her daughter's friend and teacher. And with those journals, Ranma and Hakufu delved into the depths of things that not even Genma with all his experience had probed into when he had trained under Happôsai.
And in that probing came several discoveries.
Including how they viewed themselves.
And, by extension, each other.
Two months ago, the Mago (Son) home in Gunma…
"You love her, don't you?"
Ranma blinked as she took in the question from the lovely woman seated across the table from her, and then she sighed as she considered what Goei was aiming for. After a minute, she turned her eyes towards the doorway leading to the furo room where Hakufu was currently taking a long soak after a hard couple of hours perfecting her water-based version of the Hiryû Shôten-ha, calling upon the powers Shàobà gave her when the water dragon finally bonded with Hakufu's soul. "I do," she admitted, and then she looked down. "But I don't know how she cares for me in return, Oba-chan."
Goei smiled. "She loves you very much, Ranma-chan. Every time you come here to visit her and help her train and control her powers, it truly makes her day." She sighed. "I hope this will continue when she transfers to Nan'yô full-time in a week."
"Of course I will," Ranma vowed. "Matter of fact, Kimitsu's a lot closer to Nerima than Minakami is. It takes me a lot to arc Akane's hammer blows to get me to fly all the way over here." A shrug. "And then you count the return trip…"
Goei laughed. "I'm so glad that you do that for Hakufu, Ranma-chan." She sighed. "Much that it's time for her to finally face her fate as a tôshi, I do want her to survive and live out her life at peace. There are times I feel as if there's nothing that no one can do when it comes to fighting what the magatama can do to people. Anata couldn't fight it, I couldn't…" A shake of her head. "And Hakufu…"
"I've actually seen Ukitsu."
Goei jolted. "And?"
"As a fighter, she's Unchô's and Hôsen's equal. Even Shiryû's." A sigh. "But underneath it all, there's still the Taoist sage and priest she had been in her first life. She'll fight if she has to. But deep down, killing is repugnant to her. She fears what will happen to her if she and Saku-chan do meet."
Silence.
"There is hope."
"Yeah. But there's a lot of lethal intent out there to watch out for, Oba-chan. You know that as well as I do." Ranma took a deep breath. "Tôshi like Saku-chan are too damned isolated from the rest of society to get a chance to step back and see what you're doing to yourselves. That ensures you can't change. And that's what keeps this whole insanity going. It just feeds on itself again and again and again."
"Agreed." A deep breath. "So, do you desire my daughter?"
"Very much, Mago no Mae," Ranma answered with a deep bow of her head, addressing his host as "Dame Mago," acknowledging her as head of the household she currently was in. "For many reason, more of which I discover every time I am in her company."
"Forgive me for asking you this, then: as a man or a woman?"
Ranma blinked, and then she sighed. "As both. But for now, as a woman." She closed her eyes. "My male self, to me now, represents all the lies, half-truths, false honour and everything else that has plagued my life for so long. When I am with your daughter, I am free — even for a short while — of that insanity." She blinked as tears appeared in her eyes, and then she nodded as Goei handed her a cloth so she could wipe them clean. Even the chance to express tears was a freedom Ranma had come to enjoy so much when she was with Goei and Hakufu. "Even the insanity my own family forces on me — especially after what you told me about Okâ-san and the truth behind her family and the 'family sword' — makes the idea of walking away from it once and for all, renouncing my name and adopting yours on marrying your daughter, becomes more welcome as the days pass on." Goei was quick to sense how much Ranma had reigned back her disgust when she had mentioned the Saotome honour blade and what it really meant for her. "To loose Haku-…" She shook her head. "Iie. To loose Tsueko — regardless of how I'd loose her — would make me feel there is no hope at all. Seppuku will then be a very prominent option for me."
Goei — born Haeko Kureru, later known as Haeko Mago after she married her husband, Katahiko Mago — could only smile. "For you both, I am happy…my daughter-in-law." She winked. "And perhaps too, my son-in-law."
Both laughed…
"My treasure…"
Ranma shuddered as she gently closed the door to the bathroom and walked into the tastefully-decorated bedroom she was now sharing with Hakufu. Every time she heard her lover speak in that deep, rumbling voice that was the most visible sign that Shàobà was in full control over her, it made her wet between the legs and her breasts hurt like hell. While Hakufu was playful and tender when they had sex with each other, her dragon-self was overpowering and full of raw passion that overwhelmed all of Ranma's senses when she decided to go all out on her.
And that made it all the more desirable, all the more welcome, to the redhead.
For there were occasions — the frequency of which had been increasing exponentially since the battle with Saffron and the failed wedding attempt — that Ranma found herself being just plain damned tired of acting as the protector. Being the person everyone turned to so problems could be solved. Being the one everyone saw as the rock they could cling their hopes and desires on. Damn it all, she was no superman despite all her power and training. She had feelings and desires, too. She needed comfort and care just as much as the next person, even more so thanks to the emotional and psychological emptiness of the training trip matched to all the damned lies, hidden truths and deceptions that awaited her on arriving in Nerima.
She wanted, needed to held.
To be loved.
To be told at LEAST that she was a person.
And not a pervert…
A son-in-law…
A fiancé…
A man-above-men…
And all the rest of it.
"Come, my treasure. Be with me."
Hearing Hakufu call out to her in Shàobà's deep voice, Ranma smiled as she walked over, pulling away the towel from her body to display herself before her beloved. Once by the bed, she sat down and then allowed herself to lie against Hakufu's front, the latter's swelled nipples pressing hard into her upper shoulder blades. Immediately, the blonde's hands moved in to gently caress the area round the redhead's womanhood, causing Ranma to moan in delight as those wonderful fingers began to probe over and past her labia to get at her clit and the promised land beyond it.
"Tsu-tsu-Tsueko…Tsuekooooo…"
Hearing Ranma call out her birth name, Hakufu grinned as she brushed aside her lover's hair with her nose, and then began to gently suckle on and lick the lower part of her earlobe. That sent a burst of erotic fire that nearly made the redhead curl in on herself. Hakufu's dragon-enhanced strength kept her in place as she continued her finger assault on Ranma's womanhood and her tongue-and-lips flanking manoeuvre on her ear, her breath turning into a deep, purring rumble — that ALWAYS turned Ranma's heart to mush every time she heard it — that was making the smaller girl quiver in orgasmic delight as a thundering tsunami of passion began to build deep inside her.
"My treasure…"
"My dragon…my beautiful, b-b-beautiful dr-dr-dragon…"
The rumble deep in Hakufu's body increased as her lips began to trace down the side of Ranma's neck, eliciting a yelp of delight from the redhead as she zeroed in on one of the two prominent dark buds on those lovely mountains she possessed on her chest. Gently twisting Ranma onto her back, Hakufu shifted herself on top as she pulled her hands out from between the redhead's legs, reaching up to gently knead and pull on her breasts as she continued to suckle away on one. Moaning in pain on feeling the absence of those lovely fingers where she needed them the most, Ranma's own hands darted down as she began to madly finger herself, her hips bucking as that tsunami soon turned into the monster wave known to natives of the Hawai'ian island of Maui as Pe'ahi.
The tidal wave that would NOT be stopped.
"Tsueko, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase…!"
A purr escaped the blonde as she pulled away, grinning madly before she grabbed Ranma by the hips and flipped her onto her back, keeping her hips way in the air and bringing her dripping womanhood right into point-blank firing range.
"We're hungry."
Ranma's eyes went wide with a mixture of deep fright and yearning anticipation as Hakufu's face dove in, and then she howled as the wave finally hit the reef break.
"TSUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…!"
In a warehouse somewhere in Ninomiya, on the shore of Sagami Bay…
"Oh, DAMN! Hakufu, can't you just tone it down, girl?!"
The red-haired, brown-eyed, lanky tomboy in the cut-off exercise shorts, red tank-top and white button shirt over it — the woman known to all of her peers as Môtoku Sôsô was rarely if EVER seen in the proper uniform of the Kyoshô Academy — groaned as she picked herself off the wooden crate box she had been dozing on when that thunderous repeating wave of ki-enhanced passion had slammed into her from the north. Taking a moment to shake away the sleep from her mind, she then tensed on sensing something quite uncomfortable in her crotch. Opening her shorts, she peeked down, and then she moaned as she slumped back onto her back.
"Soaked panties again?!" Môtoku muttered to herself. "DAMN that girl…!"
And in Chichibu, in a certain school's library…
"Ryûbi-sama?! Are you okay?!"
An embarrassed chuckle escaped the bespectacled green-eyed girl with the long brunette hair tied in twin ponytails with ball barrettes at the level of her waist. Scattered around the now-crouching Gentoku Ryûbi was a whole pile of books she had been moving to the front check-out when she had been dropped to her knees by whatever THAT was that had given her the most incredible orgasm of her whole young life.
"I…ah, I'm okay…!" Gentoku sputtered out as a hoarse laugh escaped her, she trying desperately NOT to blush to her toes.
What WAS that, anyway?!
"My beautiful treasure…"
Ranma mewed in delight as she curled up against Hakufu, allowing the blonde to draw her close as she felt the thunder of her orgasm slowly fade. "So good…" the redhead breathed out as sleep began to take her. "So good, my love…"
"I'm glad," Hakufu whispered into her ear. "Sleep well, beloved treasure."
"Hai…"
As Ranma finally dozed off, Hakufu smiled as she closed her eyes, the part of her mind that was Shàobà reaching out with her metasenses towards Kyoshô and Seito to sense what was happening with her sister dragons, Tàizû and Zhäoliè, not to mention their hosts, Môtoku Sôsô and Gentoku Ryûbi. Quickly locking in them, she then frowned.
No treasures of their own?
Most unfortunate.
That would have to be changed.
In two separate places, two separate tôshi sneezed hard.
"Who's talking about me?!"
So now that the obligatory lemon is out of the way finally, let's…
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