Moxibustion Violation 16

Chapter 16

Akane ran along the street toward Michio's house, badly frightened. What could have happened? Had some outside person stumbled across something? Maybe someone had spotted her in the lab with Hiroshi? Or seen her flash the librarian? Could one of the gang have discovered Ranma was back in Nerima? If they had, that alone might frighten them into doing something unpleasant.

When she knocked on the door, it was opened immediately by a smiling Michio. He glanced toward a clock. “Eleven minutes. Not bad. Get your ass in here.” He stood aside to let her pass.

Akane walked in, still scared and getting no hint from the boy of what was going on. She unzipped her coat and took it off. When Michio reached out, she handed it to him and let him hang it up.

Then Michio grabbed her shirt at the collar and yanked. There was a ripping sound, and buttons flew. Akane gave a small scream at the unexpectedness of it. The boy tugged harder, and ripped the fabric off of her body entirely, leaving her standing there in her skirt and bra. She looked at him wide eyed.

Michio crossed his arms, glaring at her. “Do you remember what I said, bitch?” The words were quiet, and cold. “Do you remember that very first day, when I told you not to tell anyone? Do you remember what I said I would do if you did?”

Akane stared at him, unable to speak. Had he somehow found out she had told Ranma? Oh God, please don't let him know. Please don't let him post the photographs.

“Well?!” he roared.

Akane cowered. “Please! Please! He's my fiancé! I had to tell him! He can't do anything! He didn't find a cure for the weakness! He can't hurt you!”

“Strip!” the boy shouted.

She hurriedly pulled off all of her clothes, until she stood before him naked, trembling. What would he do? Would he really post the photos? She was crying, and hadn't even noticed when the tears started.

Michio grabbed her hair painfully, pressing Akane to his body and pulling her head back to look up at him. “You are one lucky little piece of shit, because I already promised not to do what I should. I made a promise not to post the photographs. I even promised not to whip you. You understand how lucky you are?” He yanked with his hand to force her head to nod up and down. “But there is no way in hell you're getting away with this. You disobeyed me, and you're gonna pay. Now I wanna show you something. Come with me.”

With his hand still holding her by the hair, Michio pulled Akane up the stairs to his bedroom. He tossed her through the open doorway, forcing her to cry out as she tripped and landed on the bed. Peripherally, she saw that the entire gang was in the room. But she was unable to take her eyes off the girl on the bed in front of her.

It was Ranma. Naked. Kneeling there with her wrists tied to her ankles behind her. There was drying semen on her face, especially her chin and cheeks. Akane could easily identify such residues by now. There was more on her thighs and matted in the red tangle of hair at the junction of her legs. Additional dried streaks could be seen elsewhere. Ranma's nipples appeared to be swollen, and there were slight bruises on her breasts, probably from simple mauling.

And her expression was utterly downcast. She refused to meet Akane's eyes. Shame radiated off of her in waves.

“Oh, Ranma!” Akane whispered, more tears running from her eyes. “Why? I told you not to do it. I practically begged you not to do it. Why did you ...” She broke off, and started crying harder.

“I'm sorry,” Ranma whispered hoarsely. “I was only going to have a look. I ... it doesn't matter. I'm so sorry.”

Akane was a tangle of emotions inside. Bitter sadness at seeing her Ranma reduced to such a state. Maternal longing to pull the girl into her arms and comfort her. Fury that Ranma had dared put her at risk so thoughtlessly.

“Such a sweet little reunion,” Michio smirked. “Doesn't it just pull at your heartstrings? Now you two listen up while I tell you what it's going to be like.”

He stepped closer to the bed. Seeing that Akane had turned toward him, Michio reached out and grabbed Ranma by the pigtail once more, forcing her head around to face him as well.

“From now on, both of you are our toys, to play with in any way we like. You will do exactly what we say, no matter what it is. We will be fucking your cunts, and your asses, and your mouths, any time that we like. You will not do anything to risk exposing us. You will fucking not tell one other fucking person about any of this! You got that?!”

Akane nodded. When Ranma didn't respond, Michio let go of her pigtail and slapped her. “I asked you a question!” he shouted in her face. “Do you fucking understand?!”

Ranma still didn't nod. This time Michio pulled his hand back and slapped Akane across the face, knocking her down on the mattress since she was unprepared. Ranma inhaled with a hiss as Michio got down in front of her face again and asked, “Do you understand?”

This time Ranma nodded.

“Good. We'll set up a new schedule later. I reckon most of the time we'll play with both of you together. It'll be more fun than playing with you one at a time, 'cause that way you'll get to watch what's happening to each other. But there'll be times we play with you alone as well. Not that you get a vote. You just do what we say. Or else.”

He looked down at Akane, still lying crumpled on the bed, one side of her face red. “Get up, Akane-chan. Look at your fiancé.” After Akane had done so, he said, “I want to hear you ask Ranma to cooperate. To do what we say. I want her to hear it too.”

Akane looked down. “Please, Ranma. I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Why did you ...? I'm sorry. Will you please listen to me this time? We have to do what they say. If we screw up ... you know what will happen. Don't do that to me, to us. Please.”

Ranma shook with rage, on hearing Akane reduced to begging her like that. When she could finally control her voice, she said, “I'll do it. For your sake, Akane.” She looked around the room at the boys. “I'll cooperate. For now. But this ain't forever, and someday you fuckers are going to regret this. And when that day comes, you just remember this little warning.”

Several boys shuffled their feet nervously, not meeting the redhead's eyes.

Michio chuckled dismissively and stated, “If you disobey, you get whipped. Or maybe we'll whip the other one. Yeah, that'd probably be more effective.” He paused. “Same thing if you use any of those pressure points on us, Ranma-chan. We'll whip Akane, harder than you'd believe. If whipping doesn't work, we'll send photos to her daddy. If that doesn't make you behave, we'll tell everyone in town you're both sluts who like to pretend that guys are forcing them to have sex. And if that doesn't do it, then we bring in the final weapon and put the photos on the internet. So you're both gonna obey, right?”

This time they both nodded, although Ranma did so sullenly.

Michio continued. “The following is an order. And I just told you what happens if you disobey orders. The two of you are not allowed to have sex with Ranma as a guy. Akane, if his dick goes anywhere in you, I don't care if it's your cunt, your ass or just your mouth, as soon as I find out you're both gonna get punished. Severely. Once again, do you understand?”

Akane nodded her head sadly. After a glare from the boy above him, Ranma nodded as well. Inside he was seething. He was going to be forced to watch these animals have sex with Akane, something which he had not yet done himself and would now have to be extremely cautious about doing. For that matter, he hadn't yet come up with a solution for his little ‘problem’ concerning making love to Akane, and was pretty upset about this complication being added on top of that.

Michio gave an evil grin. “Akane, tell everyone in the room that you're relieved you won't have to screw Ranma. That you like our cocks a lot better.”

Her eyes went wide. “No. Please, God no. Don't make me say that.”

The boy's face darkened. “Are you disobeying be already?”

Ranma whispered, “Just say it, Akane.”

The dark-haired girl look down, yet more tears running along her cheeks. “Thank you, Michio. It makes me feel better to know I won't have to have sex with Ranma. I'd much rather have all of your cocks in me.”

“Better,” Michio commented. “Now, Ranma, you tell Akane that you never wanted to marry her anyway, and you certainly never wanted to fuck her. So this is one order that'll be easy to obey.”

“Do it,” Akane whispered, before Ranma could react.

Ranma turned a hate-filled gaze on Michio, but said, “I never wanted to marry Akane. I don't want to fuck her. It'll be easy to obey your order.”

“A bit wooden,” the boy allowed, “but that will do for now.” He turned to survey the room. “So who would like to see a little girl on girl action?”

After collecting assent from everyone except the still withdrawn Hikaru, Michio pushed Ranma down onto her back, her knees up in the air and apart.

“Akane,” the ringleader said, “Ranma here has an awful lot of sperm filling her cunt. Why don't you use your tongue to get as much out of her as you can?”

Akane didn't even try to protest. As a matter of fact, she had occasionally fantasized about going down on Ranma in her female form, and vice versa, even though the majority of her fantasies concerned a male Ranma. She'd rather the boys' semen wasn't in the way, but she was more or less accustomed to getting that into her mouth by now. The teenage girl lowered her head between her fiancé's thighs and began licking.

Ranma shuddered as Akane's tongue touched her down there. It was almost soothing after all of the dicks which had plundered her. At least when Kuno and Ryoga had taken her, they had also shown some interest in her pleasure, and the times Happosai had punished her he had scaled her libido way up. The earlier gang bang differed from those events in that it had been at the hands of a group of boys primarily interested in their own pleasure, not hers. Although this hadn't prevented her from suffering the embarrassment of having a couple of orgasms.

Squirming in delight, Ranma discovered that Akane was even better at this than Kuno had been. Perhaps it was due to her feelings for the other girl? The pleasure was so intense that she could almost forget that anyone at all was present other than Akane and herself. She kept her eyes closed to heighten that illusion, her hips moving to the rhythm of Akane's licks.

Akane was enjoying it almost as much as Ranma. She was accustomed to being watched by these boys during sexual acts, and could put them out of her mind more easily than Ranma. She gave herself over to the fantasy of trying to use her mouth to make Ranma climax in her female form.

“Let's add a little something,” Michio said cheerfully. “Hey, Voodoo Spike. The rest of us might be limp, but your balls should be full since you didn't want to fuck Ranma. Your precious Akane's pussy is sticking up in the air. Why not go drive yourself home?”

Hikaru frowned, but the temptation of the pussy staring right at him was overwhelming. He removed his pants and climbed onto the bed. Akane of course had heard the suggestion, and knew what was coming. Hikaru slowly eased his large cock into her cunt, pushing forward until he could go no further. Then he began fucking her steadily, and quite happily. He might have preferred to have fewer people staring at him while he did so — or at least less unpleasant people — but the way her pussy gripped his dick more than made up for it.

Ranma, giving off little squeals now, was so submerged in the ecstasy provided by her fiancée's tongue that she never noticed Akane was being fucked. Akane noticed, of course, and didn't seem to mind at all just at the moment.

Ranma went off first, clamping her thighs around Akane's head and giving a little cry. Her hips came up off the bed, trying to press her pussy more firmly to the other girl's mouth and talented tongue. Akane, happy that she'd given Ranma such pleasure, and loving the pounding Hikaru was giving her, came before Ranma even relaxed her grip. Seeing both girls climax was too much for Hikaru, who rammed himself forward, driving Akane's face into Ranma's pussy, and the boy unleashed a torrent of jism to be shared between Akane's cunt and her womb.

The other six cocks in the room were standing up again, aroused by this show. Michio and Tanjiro turned Ranma around sideways on the bed, still on her back, her crotch and tied ankles right at the edge. They placed Akane face down on top of Ranma, her pussy right above Ranma's face, and Akane look down at Ranma's newly cleaned snatch. Both girls assumed they were about to be told to eat each other out, and neither one particularly found herself objecting to the notion.

The boys, however, had other ideas. Tanjiro stepped up between Ranma's legs, lifted Akane's head by her hair, and pushed his dick deep into her mouth. Pulling back out, he lowered his aim and slowly thrust his cock into Ranma's cunt. Akane watched, disturbed, as Ranma's vagina stretched around this intruder. Then she gasped as someone entered her.

At the other end, Michio had climbed onto the bed, kneeling above Ranma's head. Smiling down at the fuming redhead who was wincing as Tanjiro's prick pushed within her, Michio slowly lined the head of his cock up with Akane's entrance. With one more grin at Ranma he pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading Akane's petals and sliding within.

Both of the girls were distressed about the current situation. The screwing their own cunts were receiving felt good, whether they wanted it to or not. But neither one was at all happy, to put it mildly, about being forced to watch — from a distance of mere centimeters — as some rapist's cock sawed in and out of the pussy of the person she planned to marry one day. Ranma thought about biting Michio's balls as they swung near her face, but remembering the earlier blowjobs, she knew that she could not hurt him and he might even find her mouthing pleasurable.

Nor was Akane any happier about the fact that from time to time Tanjiro would pull himself out of Ranma entirely, and make Akane take his staff in her mouth. She would suck on it for a couple of strokes, cleaning it of Ranma's secretions and leftover semen from Ranma's earlier fucks, and then Tanjiro would shove it back into Ranma's cunt.

To say Ranma was unhappy watching Michio's cock thrusting into Akane's vagina, just centimeters above her eyes, didn't come anywhere near to describing what she was feeling. What was happening to herself was in some sense happening to a body which was a step removed from her own, a body given to her by a pool in China, not her true, original body. But up above her, that was her fiancée's one and only body, the one she would marry some day, the one to which she would make love, and watching another man's cock going where her own had never gone was like being in a corner of hell. Just to add insult to injury, every now and then as Michio pulled back he would also pull out some of the cum Hikaru had deposited there, which would then drip onto Ranma's face.

Tanjiro started thrusting hard, in and out of Ranma, and Akane watched in fascination as the girl under her took this pounding. The boy grunted something which sounded like, “Take that,” and slammed all the way in. After several seconds he withdrew his deflating prick. When the head popped out, it remained connected briefly to Ranma's pussy by a thin white thread.

Then he pushed Akane's head down and told her, “Lick your girlfriend clean.”

Ranma felt Akane's mouth working on her yet again. It was impossible to ignore, although she wished that she could. She didn't want to feel such pleasure when trying to be upset at the sight above her. But whatever she might have wanted, her body climbed relentlessly toward a climax.

Akane was heading in the same direction. She was pushing back against the cock thrusting into her, not thinking about whether Ranma would notice her doing so. She lapped eagerly at Ranma's pussy, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. As her own orgasm approached, she sucked directly on Ranma's clitoris.

Ranma's climax struck explosively, her body arching up from the bed, lifting Akane as well. Akane came an instant later, mewling through the lips she kept fastened on Ranma's clit.

Michio couldn't hold back any longer, overwhelmed by the sight of the two girls below him shaking and moaning as they came. But instead of thrusting deep into Akane's cunt and unloading there, he pulled out completely, grabbed his cock with a hand and pumped. The boy fired off several blasts of cum, which landed on both Akane's pussy and Ranma's face. Ranma, still on the tail end of her orgasm, barely registered the touch of something on her lips, nose and forehead.

Takeo and Katsuo decided to screw the two girls in exactly the same way that Michio and Tanjiro had, with Takeo fucking Akane and Katsuo screwing Ranma. This time both boys came at almost the same moment, so neither girl had an opportunity to lick the other. Also neither girl had an orgasm. Takeo decided to do as Michio had done, and pulled out of Akane to ejaculate, getting her pussy with a little bit but most of the gooey load landing on Ranma's face. Ranma, not lost in an orgasm this time, wanted to glare at the bastard but was forced to close her eyes so none of his jism would drip into them.

Raiden and Kaori decided to go for a final blowjob apiece, making the two girls kneel side by side. They were angled slightly, so whenever either opened her eyes she would see the girl beside her sucking away on a guy's cock. Kaori was getting his dick attended to by Akane, by far the more experienced cocksucker of the two, while Raiden fucked Ranma's mouth with his thick piece of meat. Raiden came first, pumping a load of viscous semen straight down Ranma's throat into her stomach. Kaori followed about half a minute later, pulling out and spewing across Akane's cheek and into her hair.

After the two boys climbed wearily off the bed, Michio signaled for everyone's attention. “Okay, listen up,” he drawled languidly, “I got some announcements to make. First, Akane's punishment.”

Ranma struggled against the ropes still holding her. “What?!” she demanded. “After all this?!” Akane merely looked on, concerned but resigned.

“I promised I wouldn't whip her,” Michio explained. “She still has to be punished for disobedience. I got a couple things in mind. The first is for her alone, and ain't too terrible. The second is for both of you.”

He caught Akane's eye. “During lunch at school tomorrow, our little Akane-chan must seduce and fuck the librarian, Fujimori-sensei.”

Akane closed her eyes. Ranma looked furious. A couple of the other boys asked Michio if he was crazy.

“She already flashed the guy, and he took it cool as a cucumber,” Michio said in further explanation. “I bet he won't bat an eyelash at the idea of screwing the little tart.” He looked at Akane. “I'll be waiting in the library when you come out of his office. You'll go straight up to the roof with me and show me his cum leaking out of you. Got it?”

Akane just nodded wearily.

Michio grinned, and held up two fingers. “Number two, for both of you. That party I mentioned to Akane-chan, the one I said I'd have for her in Kobe at my cousin's place, that's gonna happen. I'll let you know when, but it'll probably be sometime between Christmas and New Year's. Both of you girls will screw all the guests. But instead of a dozen men, I'm going to try to arrange for two or three dozen.”

Akane looked like she was going to cry again, as she remembered what else he had threatened about that party. “You won't ... you won't really send pictures of it to my father? Will you?”

Her tormentor smiled cockily and said, “Not so long as the two of you behave and make all those men happy. You give any of them any hint you don't like what you're doing, and yeah, your daddy'll see lots of pictures of everything you do at that party. So make sure you're ready to put on a good act.” In truth, he wasn't planning to take any pictures, but he'd rather make the two of them sweat.

Michio then said. “Another thing. Not a punishment this time. Well, you bitches might consider it a punishment, but who cares what you think.” He looked at the other boys. “We got us two toys now, and only seven guys, and none of us guys are superhuman. We're not going to be able to give these girls as much fucking as they deserve. I think we're gonna need a couple more dicks in this group. Whaddya think?”

“Won't that mean less for us?” Takeo suggested, scowling.

“That's what I was gonna say,” Katsuo said, adding his own complaint.

“You wanna know what I think?” Ranma inquired darkly.

“No,” Michio answered the redhead tersely, before looking around the group again. “Listen, assholes. With two girls to fuck, even with a couple extra guys we'll be getting more pussy than we were getting before Ranma was so kind as to show up. One of the new guys might also have an empty house we can screw 'em in, which could take some of the pressure off me and Gos. Most of all, if we don't get some more guys, then our Akane-chan is gonna be getting less dick than she's used to, and I don't think that's fair at all.”

Tanjiro proclaimed, “It's okay with me. To tell the truth, I don't have time to do a lot more fucking.”

“Me either,” Kaori added. “My parents are getting on my case to put in more time studying. Unlike you children, I got entrance exams coming up.”

The others eventually gave their assent, with shows of greater or lesser reluctance. Michio took command again. “Okay, now that's settled. Tomorrow, after school, Ranma is going to take Akane's place over at Hikaru's house ...”

Gosunkugi interrupted. “I told you I don't want to ...”

He was interrupted in turn. “I don't care whether you stick your dick in her or not. The other guys will want to fuck our red-haired toy. And Akane's going to be busy.”

Michio turned back to Akane. “Tomorrow afternoon you're going to seduce and fuck two other guys from school. Don't tell them about all this shit. Just fuck them, and let them know they'll get to fuck you again from time to time. Leave it up to me to bring them into our little troop. I'll probably wait until Sunday, after the term is finished. We can have one more party, just the seven of us, Saturday afternoon.”

The boy stroked his chin. “Now the question is, who do we pick? It's got to be someone we can control. Someone perverted enough to go along with it once they know the full deal. Any suggestions?” He gave an evil grin. “Maybe we should ask our toys. Hey, Akane-chan. Anybody in particular you'd like to fuck?”

Akane thought quickly. One possibility occurred immediately. He'd been fairly nice to her, and she had to admit she'd enjoyed his attentions. She closed her eyes and said, “Just whoever you choose, don't pick Ranma's friends Hiroshi and Daisuke. Because that would just be sick.”

Michio's face lit up. “You know, you're right! That would be sick, watching little Ranma-chan getting screwed by her two best friends.” He laughed. “It's perfect! They'd be easy enough to cow, and they're both more than perverted enough to get off on the idea.”

Katsuo chimed in, “We ought to be able to use Hiroshi's house, too. He lives alone with his mom, so she has to work.”

Michio nodded cheerfully. “I think that's decided. Tomorrow afternoon you fuck both Hiroshi and Daisuke, and let them know they're going to be fucking you a lot from now on. Come over to Hikaru's place after you're done to tell us you accomplished your little mission. And when I talk to those two on Sunday, I'd better find out you did exactly as you were told.”

Akane faintly said, “I hope you end up in hell one day, Yuzuki-kun.” Inside, however, she was grimly pleased. She was sure that Hiroshi, at least, would treat her and Ranma fairly decently.

“That goes double for me,” Ranma growled, but was too fatigued to think up anything worse to say at the moment.

Michio looked around. “Anybody else got anything to say to our two fucktoys before they go?”

“I think we ought to make them spank each other,” Katsuo suggested. “I always wanted to see one girl spanking another. Live I mean.”

A few others looked interested. Michio laughed and said, “Some other time. I gave my word Akane wouldn't get a spanking today. Not unless she did something else wrong, anyway. Anybody else?”

He got no further responses. “Okay. Everybody take off. I'll get these two bitches dressed and on their way. You might check in later to make sure they didn't try to turn the tables on me. I'm pretty sure they won't be stupid, but you know what to do if I'm wrong.”

The others nodded, looking nervous at the reminder of just what sort of fire they were playing with. They pulled their pants on and filtered out of the room.

Michio walked up and pulled Ranma over to the side of the bed. “I'm going to untie you. We both know you're fast enough that you can have me paralyzed, or out cold, or whatever, and I couldn't stop you. I also think you know what happens if you try it.” He turned to Akane and asked, “She's not going to give me any trouble, is she?”

Akane took a breath and answered, “No.”

Ranma looked resentful but didn't deny this. She put up no fight as the boy rolled her onto her stomach and untied the ropes. When he was done she rolled over again, but only to sit up and stretch her sore limbs. “You gonna let us go now?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Michio replied, picking up her clothes. “Follow me.”

When they got downstairs, the boy immediately threw Ranma's pants and boxers into the trash.

“Hey!” Ranma shouted. “What the fuck ...?”

“Don't give me any trouble,” Michio snarled. “From now on, obedience should be your watchword. Just like it is for your girlfriend. Now come on.”

He led them into the living room, where he picked up Akane's skirt and tossed it to Ranma. “Put this on,” he said.

“But what will ...?”

“Do what I fucking said!” Michio shouted. “Stop asking questions and do what you're told. You know, maybe you do need a whipping like the ones I've given Akane.”

Ranma resentfully pulled the skirt up her legs while Akane looked on, worried. Michio gave Ranma the shirt and jacket the pigtailed teen had worn when she arrived and had her put those on as well. In terms of clothing she looked fairly presentable. Unfortunately clothing was not the only consideration. The state of her face, thick with drying semen, was all too noticeable. Furthermore, without underpants the deposits which had been left within her were starting to emerge and trickle down her thighs.

Michio got Akane's coat out from where he had hung it, and tossed it beside her underwear. “Go ahead and get dressed,” he told her, nodding at these garments.

Akane sighed and did so, pulling on her panties, then hooking her bra and settling it in place. She slipped on her coat and zipped it up. Luckily it was the longer coat, the one she had worn the day she'd gone over to Hikaru's wearing nothing else. No one could see her undressed state beneath it, and could assume she happened to be wearing a very short skirt. At least her face was not in quite as bad a state as Ranma's, shiny with the residue of the other girl's fluids but having only a few traces of spunk.

Michio pushed them out quickly after that, where both were instantly chilled by the December wind blowing up a skirt or coat from underneath. Akane turned up her collar and tucked her head down. Despite previous experience, she was nervous knowing she was wearing only underwear beneath the coat.

Both girls were self conscious about whether anyone would notice what they couldn't hide, the condition of their faces and, in Ranma's case, the fluids slowly moving down her legs. She tried to mop them up surreptitiously by pressing the skirt against her thighs. Ranma could have avoided the few stares which came their way by taking to the roofs, but she was too weak to carry Akane, and Akane was not skilled in that form of travel.

After one unnerving stare to many, Akane pulled Ranma behind a hedge and said, “Let me clean you up.”

“How?” Ranma asked.

“Just ... try to relax. And don't freak out. Okay?”

Having given this warning, Akane leaned in toward the other girl, causing Ranma to think for a moment she was about to kiss her. Instead, Akane licked Ranma's face. Ranma was so flabbergasted that Akane was half done before she could react.

“What are you doing?” Ranma asked. “Why are you ... don't you know what that ...?”

Akane pulled back a little to look her in the eye, the corner of her mouth lifting wryly. “Of course I know what it is. It's hardly the first time I've swallowed the stuff, you know. Now hold still and let me finish cleaning you up.”

Ranma hated to admit it, but the feel of Akane's tongue on her face was rather erotic, and she felt herself getting turned on. When the dark-haired girl leaned back at last, Ranma quietly said, just a bit hoarsely, “My turn.”

Hesitantly, Akane suggested, “I ... it's mostly just you on my face, not them. I don't think ...”

“It's okay,” Ranma said. “You do have a little bit of, you know, semen, on your chin and cheek. Let me.”

Akane held still. Despite the wind, she felt a good bit warmer by the time Ranma was done.

They didn't move out from behind the hedge immediately. Ranma looked at Akane, bit her lip, then turned her eyes down. “I'm sorry I screwed up,” she said. “I really was only trying to scope things out. I figured it was safe.”

Akane sighed, putting aside any lingering resentment. “Forget it. I mean it. I'm not really any worse off than before, myself. Fujimori-sensei already thinks I'm a slut. Screwing him won't make it any worse. That party — I'm a bit worried about, you know, so many. But it sounds like he won't go through with the threat to show the pictures to anyone. What I'm sorry about is that you've been dragged into it with me. I never wanted that. And it ... it's going to be hard ... really hard ... having you there, all the time. Knowing that you're seeing me, hearing me, do all the things they do to me. That part scares me. Will you still be able to ... want me ... after ...” Her voice was choking.

Ranma reached over and pulled her close, an arm around her shoulder. “Of course I will. Don't talk like that. We'll survive this. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. We'll get out of it eventually. And then they'll regret it. I've made a promise to myself. Whatever else happens, the day is gonna come when I'm gonna make that sick bastard Michio regret what he's done for the rest of his miserable life.”

Akane looked at him warily and changed the subject. “Are you upset at the idea of Hiroshi and Daisuke, you know, doing that to me? Tomorrow? And to you later?”

Ranma sighed. “You tried to keep it from being them. It was that bastard who decided to insist on them after you asked him not to. I don't know ...”

“Ranma,” Akane interrupted. He looked at her quizzically. She bit her lip. “I, uh, have a confession to make. There's something I didn't tell you yesterday. I was afraid of how you'd take it, and it didn't have anything to do with stopping the blackmail.”

She fell silent. Ranma, not knowing what to say, also remained silent. After a couple of minutes Akane started speaking.

“Hiroshi ... has been doing some things to me, with me, whatever.” She saw Ranma's head whip around, startled, but plowed on before the other girl could speak. “I haven't ... I haven't had sex with him. Intercourse, I mean. Just ... It was all the most stupid ... he found out something, about how weak I was. But he misunderstood. He got this crazy idea that you and I had been fooling around, and I needed sex, that I was going out of my head without it because you were gone. If I hadn't played along, he'd have figured out the truth about how weak I was. I wasn't sure ... I didn't trust him to keep it secret. So I played along, like I said, did some things with him. He's been ... very nice about it. Sweet, almost. In an insistent kind of way. I wish now I'd trusted him at the beginning. I think it might have been okay.”

Ranma growled. “I can see I'm gonna have to have some words with my ‘good friend’ Hiroshi. Goddamned perverted backstabber.”

“Stop it,” Akane ordered. “It's as much my fault as it is his. If I'd trusted him, it might never have happened. But when Michio told me to choose two people, I didn't really expect him to be nice about it. And I thought ... well, Hiroshi and Daisuke are your friends, and like I was telling you, Hiroshi has been pretty decent. I know it will feel weird, having to ... do it ... with them. But I figured, better them than two other guys who are more like Michio. At least Hiroshi and Daisuke probably won't be mean for the fun of being mean. That's why I said what I did to Michio. I expected him to pull some sort of double cross. Are you mad at me?”

Ranma kicked at a stone. “I guess not. Even if I thought about being mad, it's pretty small potatoes compared to everything else. You've got a lot more reason to be mad at me for today. Could we just forgive each other for what's already happened and move on? I don't ... I don't want us mad at each other. I think we're really going to need each other, with what we're gonna be going through.”

Akane leaned against the other girl more firmly. “Thank you. I'd like that too. And I'd like you to ... be here for me. I need you. Will you come out of hiding now? I know your father might, uh, be a problem. But ...”

She trailed off. Ranma sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Her father would be an annoyance, and might say crap which would humiliate and anger her. But he was unlikely to come up with anything which could be more than a minor blip in comparison to the other stuff they were suffering. If Akane needed her ... then maybe for once she should stop thinking of herself. Besides, it might feel good to give some comfort to Akane. She might even be able to get some comforting back herself.

Ranma licked her lips, suddenly imagining Akane's head between her legs again, comforting her. She tried to banish the vision, with only partial success. “Yeah, okay,” Ranma replied, a trifle hoarsely. “I'll come home with you, and let everyone know I'm back. But I'm not going to school. Not yet. It'd be stupid anyway. There's only two days left before the break.”

“Okay,” Akane smiled, and gave her red-haired fiancé a hug. “No school.” She then took Ranma's hand, and the two of them started walking again. Ranma tried to ignore the tickle of fluid working its way down her legs.

When they finally got home, Akane pulled Ranma around to the side gate. “We sneak in and wash up first,” she explained. “Then you can say hello to everyone.” Ranma merely nodded agreement.

Akane opened the gate a few centimeters, taking a quick peek. The coast was clear. Still holding Ranma's hand, she pulled her fiancé inside. The pair crossed behind the dojo, then scooted across the small open space to the back door of the house. Once again taking time to make sure no one would see them, they slipped inside, and ran the few meters to the door into the changing room, practically falling through in their haste to get under cover.

Akane immediately shrugged off her coat, standing there in only her undergarments. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. At this point Ranma spun around, blushing.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Ranma asked.

Akane noticed the blush. She stepped up behind Ranma wearing only her panties, and put her arms around the other girl, hugging her from behind. Her voice, when she spoke, was amused. “I can't believe you're embarrassed to see me undressed after everything that happened this afternoon. If you got as good a look at me as I got at you, then it seems pretty pointless to worry about being shy any more. Come on. Get undressed and we'll bathe together.”

“Y-You really mean it?” Ranma felt confused, wondering where the Akane she knew had disappeared to. Then she sighed. She knew all too well why Akane had changed. “I ... I guess I'd like that,” Ranma admitted. She didn't want to say anything, but she was feeling a bit rocky after this afternoon, and was hoping she'd get a chance to hold Akane for a while.

The two girls entered the bathing room, both nude, Ranma still nervous and Akane seemingly untroubled. They sat on stools side by side and washed off the remains of what the boys had done. At Akane's suggestion they also washed each other's backs. After rinsing, Akane got up and stepped into the furo, settling down into the hot water with a groan of relief. Then she opened one eye to gaze at her female fiancé, who was standing there biting her lip as if unsure what to do.

“Come on in,” Akane said. “It's okay. Don't you want to soak in the furo with me?”

“O'course I do,” Ranma said hurriedly. She stepped into the water, instantly becoming male, his erection providing insight as to his state of mind. He quickly sank down, hiding it under the water.

“Could you move a little closer?” Akane suggested, holding out an arm.

Ranma slid over to sit beside Akane, putting one arm around her back and pulling her close. Akane put an arm behind Ranma as well, leaning her head against his shoulder. They sat there for a time in silence, enjoying the hot water and each other's presence.

Akane was the one who finally broke the silence. “Today was pretty hard on you, wasn't it?”

The boy beside her blustered. “What? Naw? I can take it. But I'm gonna make sure they pay for it some day.”

“Ranma,” she spoke his name softly. “Please. We have to be honest with each other. It's our only hope for getting through this. Please don't close yourself off to me.”

Ranma sighed. “The worst thing was having to watch what they were doing to you. I wanted to kill them for that. But ... I guess what they did to me kinda shook me too. It was ... When Kuno did it to me the first time, I wanted to kill the asshole, but he was actually trying to be nice, in his own warped way. Ryoga, I'd like to break him in half too, but he at least seemed to care what I was feeling. The other times someone did it to me ... down there ... I was under those damn libido pressure points, and didn't care. Or cared too much. Whatever. This was the first time I was aware of being so ... used. How do you stand it?”

Akane hugged him a little harder. “It hasn't been easy. I guess after the first dozen times or so, I started getting used to ... being used. And a lot of times I tried to pretend it was you. That sometimes made it easier. I'm glad you're here to hold me now.”

“Yeah,” Ranma breathed, tightening his own arm. He bit his lip. “Akane? I don't know what to do. I don't see any way out. I had a chance to boot up Michio's computer, but it has a password. I ain't even sure the stuff is on there.”

“I think we need to focus on one problem at a time,” Akane replied. “The way we are, we're too defenseless. Even if we could destroy the evidence, they'd just overpower us again, take more photos. Unless we killed them. Would you be willing to kill them?”

“I'd like to,” Ranma growled. Then, as Akane just kept looking at him, his lip twisted and he settled back some with a sigh. “Okay, no. I don't want to be a murderer. But I wouldn't mind beating on 'em hard enough to land them in the hospital.”

She hugged him. “Thank you. I don't think I'd like what it would do to you to murder them all, no matter how good your reasons are. Not to mention the problems if the police tracked it back to you. So I think the first thing we have to focus on is getting our strength back.”

“If we ever see Ryoga again,” Ranma muttered. “If he still has the damn piece of paper we need.”

“Shh,” she shushed. “Think positive. Once we get our strength back, that only leaves us with the problem of what to do about their blackmail.”

Ranma thought about it, then replied, “That makes some sense, but ... there ain't no harm in trying to come up with a plan now. If we can figure something out, then we can carry it out as soon as we're cured. No reason to wait for the cure before make plans.”

Akane closed her eyes. “For weeks I felt like I didn't have any hope. Now that you're here, I think I have a little hope again. I feel like I can start believing there's a way out. Okay. We'll think about it, try to come up with something. But we need to be careful. I mean it. Really careful. This is one time I don't want to try some half-baked plan that will fall apart on us.”

“It's gonna be pretty hard on us in the meantime,” Ranma pointed out.

His fiancée sighed. “Yeah.” Then she leaned up and kissed him briefly. “But I have you back. And you've finally told me how you feel and that you'll marry me one day. We'll survive, and one day we'll find the way out.”

When they climbed out of the water and returned to the changing room, Akane suggested, “Let me have your shirt to wear, okay?”

Ranma held it out, but asked, “Why?”

“What were you planning to wear when you leave the room?” his fiancée asked him in return, as she put the shirt down on top of her skirt then pulled on her underwear.

Ranma thought about it. His pants were in the trash back at Michio's house. He damn sure wasn't going to wear Akane's skirt. “A yukata, I guess,” he replied, taking one off the shelf and slipping it on.

Akane nodded. “Now, do you really think I should walk out of here topless, or wearing a yukata as well? Can you picture our fathers' reactions if they think we were undressed in here together?”

Ranma shivered. “Put on my shirt. Please. But how will you explain that you're wearing my shirt?”

She waved her hand in the air as it emerged from a sleeve. “Crazy stuff happens to us all the time. I was walking back home when I saw you. I was so startled that I tripped over something and tore my own shirt. You gave me yours to wear. When we got back, you were so dirty from your travels you wanted to take a bath before meeting anyone else. I waited so you could have the pleasure of announcing yourself. That should do it.”

“Sounds good,” he admitted. He put his hand on the door. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” she said, fastening her skirt. “Let's do this.”

Ranma opened the door and held it for Akane. They stepped out and strolled down the hall, toward the stairs. Neither expected to make it up to their bedrooms and they were correct. Soun looked up from the game he was playing with Genma in the family room to see the two passing by the doorway and called out, “Ranma!”

Genma spun around, “accidentally” knocking over the board, obliterating the game which he'd been losing. He stared for an instant, then yelled, “Where the hell have you been! Did you find a cure, or are you still a soft little pansy?!”

Ranma clenched his fists. “I found a way to be cured,” he told his father in clipped tones. “But I need to get hold of Ryoga to finish getting everything I need. Once he shows up, I should be able to get my strength back.”

Genma's brows lowered upon learning that his son was still weak. Then he finally took notice of what the pair were wearing. “Why are you undressed, boy? And why is Akane wearing your shirt?” A smile of enlightenment lit his features. “Ah. Have you two ...”

“No!” Akane proclaimed loudly. “Ranma took a bath to wash off the dust from the road! I met him on the way back home ...” She went on to tell them the story she had suggested, watching the faces of the two men fall as the explanation turned out to be innocent.

Kasumi had wandered in as Akane spoke. She now favored Ranma with a smile. “So are you back for good? Akane has missed you so much.”

Akane blushed, while the two fathers agreed heartily with Kasumi's statement, making it sound as if the younger girl had been pining away with grief at her fiancé's absence. She finally yelled, “Stop it!” and stormed off. Ranma grinned, then followed, heading up the stairs to his bedroom to see if he'd left anything there he could wear. He'd have to go and retrieve his pack from its hiding place later.

During dinner, the boy gave a highly edited description of his search for a cure, leaving out the encounters with Kuno, Ukyo, Ryoga and Happosai. In particular, he didn't want his old man finding out about the possibility of inheriting part of Happosai's fortune. This also meant avoiding any discussion of learning about pressure points and other things. In the end, he told a vague tale of learning about a possible cure involving chi, which he thought Ryoga's knowledge of the Shishi Hokodan would allow the lost boy to help with.

As everyone absorbed his tale, Kasumi turned to Ranma and inquired, “Has Akane told you about her medical condition?”

Ranma's eyes flicked to his fiancée, then back to his food. “Yeah. Something about not being able to exert her strength too extensively.”

“Yes,” responded Soun, eyes growing moist. “My baby girl. It's so ... so ...” The man broke down into a flood of tears.

“It isn't that bad,” Akane said with a frown. “I can still do most of the things I need to do.”

“If it'll make you feel better,” Ranma told her father, “I think my cure, once I work it out, might be able to help Akane too.”

The girl beside him turned his way with a raised eyebrow, since he hadn't mentioned giving them such a story. But she said nothing since, on reflection, it made a good tale. If Ranma did get the cure for the weakness moxibustion, then she would be cured as well. This tale prepped their fathers to accept that idea.

“Th-That's wonderful!” Soun gushed. “You must find that cure quickly, son! Go out and find this Ryoga boy, bring him back here, ...”

“Whoa! Whoa!” Ranma held up his hands, palms out. “You do remember Ryoga, right? Ryoga Hibiki, the guy who can get lost in a closet? How the hell am I supposed to find him?”

“Tendo-kun is right,” Genma said. “You must find him, as soon as possible. You need to be strong again, so you can be the heir of our school.”

“Just stuff it,” Ranma said wearily. “I got no idea how to find Ryoga, but he never stays away for long. Or he never has before. He'll probably show up for Christmas. By New Year's, anyway. If I go off wandering around the country, I won't be here when he arrives.”

“Ranma's right,” Akane affirmed. “And if I'm agreeing with the baka then that ought to convince you. Ryoga's bound to turn up soon.” She ignored her fiancé's scowl at the comment, feeling it was more important to keep up appearances in front of their fathers. “I'd think you two would be happy that Ranma will be here for the holidays.”

“Oh, yes,” Kasumi agreed enthusiastically. “You must be thrilled, Akane, that Ranma will be here for Christmas and New Year's. It's so sad that Nabiki is gone. Still, we have to plan what to do to celebrate Ranma's return.”

The conversation then meandered off into how the two families had previously celebrated the holidays. The Tendo daughters were shocked to learn that holidays had rarely been much different from any other day for Ranma while he was growing up. Akane privately resolved to see to it that Ranma would have reason to remember the holidays this year.

After dinner Akane announced, “I've got a lot of homework to do.” She looked at her fiancé. “Um, Ranma, did you want to come work with me? You could start catching up for next term.”

Soun piped up with, “Excellent idea! The boy needs to be ready when school starts. Besides, you two should try spending more time together.” He winked at Genma.

Ranma shrugged. He had said that he needed to pay more attention to his schoolwork. Although the real reason he followed Akane up the stairs was the desire to pay more attention to her. The things they'd shared, the things they'd been through together, made him long for more time in her company. He wasn't quite ready to try making love to her again, still worried about his previous failures and how to overcome them, but spending a couple of hours alone with Akane in her room sounded pretty good just at the moment.

Ranma had considered the possibility that this might have been a ruse on Akane's part just to spend some time alone with him. That notion was immediately proven incorrect when Akane pulled books and papers out of her schoolbag and insisted that Ranma sit on the floor beside her as she did her assignments, discussing them with him and asking occasional questions.

The boy was inclined at first to groan over the whole business. He had convinced himself that he should try to get his grades up, but that didn't mean he really wanted to start with only two days left in the term. January had seemed quite soon enough. However, Akane quickly persuaded him to pay attention, rewarding him with a deep kiss each time he answered one of her questions correctly.

After half an hour, while Akane was deep in a math problem and Ranma was looking on, lost, the door flew open. Their two fathers practically fell into the room. “Aha!” shouted Genma. “You're ...” He paused. “You're working on homework?”

“Of course,” replied Akane. “What did you expect us to be doing?”

“Er, ah, well, homework of course,” her own father answered, a little red in the face. “No arguments, I trust?”

“No,” Ranma said slowly. “Just homework.”

Genma seemed a little flustered. “Oh, well then, yes ... Just wanted to make sure the two of you were getting along.”

Akane sighed and climbed to her feet. She ushered the two men toward her door. “Yes, we're getting along fine. Isn't that cause enough for celebration? Why don't you two go have a drink or two to commemorate the event?”

“Not a bad idea, Tendo-kun,” Genma said from out in the hall. “We can have some sake in honor of the future joining ...” The door shut on his words. Akane locked it as well for good measure.

Ranma wondered if locking the door might be a signal that the books were going to be put away and something else was going to take place. However, Akane went right back to the math problem. Her thigh did brush up against his while she worked though.

After another half hour passed Akane closed the latest book and announced, “All done.”

“Thank God,” Ranma said. “That seemed to take forever. Although, ...” He looked at the clock and sighed. “I guess it wasn't really as long as usual.”

She smiled at him. “The teachers have been assigning less this last week. I bet they're getting as antsy for Friday afternoon as the rest of us, and don't really want to spend extra time grading.”

“So, um, maybe we could do some more kissing?” Ranma suggested. “Without having to answer questions first?”

Akane reached over and hooked a finger in his collar, using it to pull him closer. She kissed him softly, and told him, “We could do more than kiss, if you want. They'll think we're still doing homework. As long as we're quiet, it should be safe.”

Ranma looked her over. “What about what those assholes said? About not having sex?” The fact was, he wasn't too worried about following orders, but he did wonder if Akane might be.

She bit her lip. “It does scare me a little. If they find out, it could be bad. But I want to ... please you, to make you happy. To be with you. They're not going to come by tonight to find any evidence. The biggest danger is if they think to ask and we act all guilty.”

Ranma pulled her in close. He tentatively said, “I'm not sure I'm ready ...”

Akane put a finger on his lips. “I'm sure those other times were just flukes. If we take our time, and if I, uh, help you take the edge off by, um, you know, helping you ... come ... with my mouth, or hand, well that'll probably, er, slow you down enough. Don't you think?”

“What I think,” Ranma said slowly, “is that we moved a little too fast. We were still arguing all the time before I left. I want you like that ... I do. But ... I think we should work up to it. Get used to other things first.”

Akane gave a bitter laugh. “Don't you think we're ‘used to things’ enough already? What are we going to be able to find to do that's new to either of us?”

The boy holding her felt like he knew what he wanted, but he wasn't sure at first how to answer this. He wasn't good with words. But then, by some miracle, inspiration hit, giving him the words he wanted. “I think ... what's new is ... loving each other. And making love, once we're ready. Those other bastards ... with them it's just ... sex. It might feel good, but ... that's all. I want to take time to ... love you.”

She looked up at him, and her eyes were moist. “Are you sure?” she wanted to know. “Tomorrow ... the librarian, your friends ... it won't bother you that they'll ... do that to me ... when you haven't?”

Ranma leaned down and kissed her. “What did I just say, dummy? Someday soon we'll make love. They're not going to do that to you, so they won't be doing it before me. All they're going to do is ... sex.”

“So what do you want to do?” Akane asked, feeling a little bewildered. She hadn't expected things to take this turn.

“Um ...” Ranma felt terribly embarrassed. He knew what he wanted to ask, but was afraid Akane would call him a pervert. Besides, in a way it sort of went against the grain, given how insistent he usually was about his curse. Nonetheless, it felt right, and if she agreed, he thought it might work out for the best.

“Promise you won't call me crazy, or a pervert?” Ranma insisted. Akane raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Ranma took a deep breath, then explained. “What I'd like is something those slugs can't do with us. Something where I don't have to think about ... going off too soon. Something that felt ... pretty good earlier today.”

Akane caught on fast, and a blush spread across her face. “You mean ... in your cursed form? Both of us girls?”

Ranma nodded. “You ... don't think that's sick, do you?”

His fiancée held him tighter. “No, I don't think it's sick. It's not something I want to do with any other girl, but you're the guy I love. And I'll love both of your bodies. I'm going to be honest with you, I want your guy side more, but ... I, uh,” Her blush deepened. “I've thought about your girl side, too. If that's what you want ... I'll be happy to do that with you.”

He breathed in relief. “Okay,” he said, pulling himself out of her arms and standing. “I need to find some ice water. I'll be back in a minute.”

Downstairs he passed the two older men on the way to the kitchen. Genma called out in a slur, “Youuu done st-stud'ing awlready, boy?”

Ranma looked at him in disgust. “No, pop. We probably got another hour or more to go. Stupid teachers. I just came down to get us a snack.”

He went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, putting ice in each. Some cookies were transferred from a jar to a small plate. He then carried the lot back up to Akane's room. When he opened the door he almost dropped it all. Akane was reclining on her side on her bed, propped up on one elbow, wearing one of his shirts. The one she had worn earlier when they left the bathing room, he realized immediately. Her bare legs were stretched out, emerging enticingly from below the red fabric. The boy felt himself stiffen, trapped within his pants, as he wondered if she had any underwear on beneath the shirt.

“Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to close the door and join me?”

Ranma hurriedly kicked the door closed, then put the plate and glasses down on the desk. Crossing back to the door he locked it. He looked Akane up and down, licking his lips, almost regretting his decision. Then he walked back to the desk, lifted one of the glasses, and poured until his body shifted.

Ranma lay down beside Akane, who shifted over to give her room. “Are you sure about this?” Ranma asked one more time.

“Yes,” Akane replied simply.

At first they just held each other and kissed, breasts pressing together slightly. Then their hands began to caress each other. Ranma's hand, sliding up underneath the shirt and onto Akane's ass, discovered that she had, indeed, discarded her panties. Her hand spent some time sliding over the smooth flesh of the other girl's bottom.

They took turns undoing the ties on each other's shirts, slipping them off one another. This left Ranma topless, and Akane entirely nude. Akane rolled Ranma onto her back and bent down over her, tonguing her navel as she untied the cord at the girl's waist. Pants and boxers were pulled down together, and now they were both nude.

Rising back up from slipping the pants over Ranma's feet, Akane fastened her mouth on a nipple and sucked. Ranma gasped, a hand going to the back of Akane's head. Akane moved to the other nipple, sucking and licking until it, too, stood up proud and erect. Then it was Ranma's turn, rolling Akane over almost forcefully, lips closing on an already hard nipple. Akane moaned at the pleasure which swept through her.

The two girls returned to kissing for a time, their hands gently fondling one another's tits, teasing and lightly tugging at nipples. After a time Akane's hand moved down Ranma's body, and she slid a finger into the red-haired girl's slit. Ranma's back arched and she moaned, her thighs tightening around the finger between them. Then her mouth fastened harder onto Akane's, sharing tongues, speaking of her feelings more eloquently with her body than she ever could with her speech.

Soon Ranma's fingers, like Akane's, were sliding between her lover's slick folds. Feeling Akane's fingers slide within her passage, the first penetration there she had ever wholeheartedly welcomed, Ranma returned the favor. First one finger, then two, pressed into Akane's heated interior. The girls moaned as each tried to bring pleasure to the other, while humping against the fingers thrusting into their own cores.

It was Akane who took the initiative again, breaking the kiss, rising to her knees as Ranma looked on, puzzled. She turned, tossing a leg across her lover, and sinking down to place her face between Ranma's thighs. Akane's tongue dove in, attacking the other girl's clit immediately, making Ranma buck beneath her, before skating down along the labia and plunging into Ranma's broiling entrance.

After several seconds of writhing in ecstasy, Ranma looked up and finally noticed Akane's pussy spread above her, mere centimeters away. She brought up her hands and began once again touching her fiancée, fingering her, bringing her pleasure. Every few seconds she would close her eyes and almost forget what she was doing as Akane's tongue touched some new sensitive spot.

It took far too long, but Ranma finally realized how unfair she was being. She lifted her head and gave Akane's pussy a tentative lick. She drew her tongue back in and considered. To be frank, Ranma had expected an unpleasant taste, but it really wasn't bad at all. In fact, the red-haired girl thought it might grow on her. Sticking her tongue back out, she gave a stronger lick, bringing a suppressed but delighted squeal from Akane. The obvious nature of Akane's enjoyment was incitement enough. Ranma went to work with a will, exploring every cranny of the moist treasure hovering over her face.

The two girls on the bed drew the experience out as long as they could, pausing in their play from time to time before returning to it with abandon. They writhed, and moaned, and squealed, attempting to keep the sounds as quiet as they could, trying with difficulty to remain aware of the other people in the house.

Akane lifted her head, gasping, then panted out, “Almost ... there!” Her head dove back down, attacking Ranma's pussy, tongue darting out to sweep along the other girl's slit, flicking and swirling around her clit. Ranma, shaking, tried to keep up, then, as she felt her own climax cresting and about to break, attached her lips to Akane's clit and sucked.

Akane almost screamed out loud, saving herself only by returning the gesture, sucking directly on Ranma's clit. Both of them heaved and thrashed, moaning, gasping, trying desperately not to scream to the heavens. Ranma very nearly passed out from the sensations, and Akane wasn't in much better state.

As Akane slowly rose, then flopped down to lie beside Ranma, head to head, the red-haired girl panted and said, thoughtfully, “I wonder if it'll be as great as that when I'm a guy?”

Akane smiled. “Of course it will, baka. Stop worrying. It was fabulous, and it will always be fabulous with you, because it is with you. We'll have to be careful of course. We don't dare let the bastards get a hint of it, once we go all the way. Are you sure you still want to take it slow?”

“Mmmm,” hummed Ranma. “Maybe not too slow.”

They lay there like that for a time, until it grew so late that both began to worry someone might come and check on them. They pulled clothing back on regretfully, and hungrily gobbled down the cookies. Ranma slipped out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom without being seen, where he used hot water from the sink to restore his male gender. Coming back out, he stopped in Akane's room to give her a kiss.

“Good night,” he told her. “Be careful tomorrow, at school I mean. And if Hiroshi or Daisuke do anything nasty, let me know and I'll kick their asses. One way or another.”

“Yeah,” Akane sighed. “And you keep an eye out for Ryoga. The sooner we take care of that ...” She trailed off.

Ranma nodded, then reached out and cupped her cheek. “One day it'll just be you and me. Like it's supposed to be. And we'll be able to do things like tonight whenever we want. Always remember that.”

Ranma leaned in and kissed Akane one more time, a kiss she returned with all her heart. He turned and left. Akane took the plate and glasses downstairs, then prepared herself for bed, trying not to think of what tomorrow would bring.

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