The following contains scenes of violence, rape, molestation, occult orgies, and a special guest appearance by Tom Green. Okay, I lied. The following contains scenes of sexually explicit fun that isn't intended for those under consented age or those who would try to repeat such acts. Do not try this at home...without socks on. This takes place in the Homemade Viagra story, sometime during chapter 4. The morning hadn't been particularly interesting to Kasumi Tendo. It was, much to her deeply-hidden chagrin, as routine as any other day she had experienced under her father's roof. Rise and wash, then breakfast and cleaning. The laundry would be tended to, and then she would start lunch, heading to the dojo for dusting and sweeping immediately afterward. The meal would finish itself, and she would serve it to the other tenants of the house, taking some for herself. Then she would occupy the living room until dinner needed to be prepared. Such was her surprise that one of her occupants did not arrive for breakfast. Indeed, Ranma Saotome, chief mischief-maker in Nerima, was nowhere to be seen. She worried about that. It usually meant he was busy with his friends or such, but something had tickled her senses much, much earlier that day. There was something off in the air, though she could not quite put her finger why her feelings were troubling her. Regardless, things went on, she was certain of that. There was the laundry to think of, and then preparation for lunch. Kasumi hummed a soft tune to herself as she gathered the bed rolls from the guest room when something peculiar hit her nose. It was a scent that was a contrast, strong, but subtle; she doubted that anyone else would have paid attention to such an order, but Kasumi was nothing if not an efficient woman of her house, with an intimate knowledge of the ins and outs of every aspect of its confines. With laundry, she dealt with everything; Akane's and Nabiki's earlier teen days of improper hygiene, sweat from a hard day's work, even blood from yet-to-heal cuts on Ranma, Genma, or both. Yet this enriching aroma did something to tickle her nose in a completely unfamiliar way, yet she was certain that she had experienced it once before. A full blush came to her face as she recalled an earlier memory of washing clothes with her mother. She was adamant in saying that her mother's sheets were rather pungent, and the woman had waved it off as nocturnal meditation. Only so many years later did she understand that rather corny phrase. Discreetly, as if shamed at invading a private moment she shouldn't have, Kasumi tossed Ranma's bedrolls into the machine. She turned to the rest of the load with a flushed face, trying to put such naughty images out of her head. It was Ranma-kun's business. Still, she couldn't help but feel that earlier sense of unusualness returning, telling her today was going to be anything but average. Even for Nerima. ***************************** Homemade Viagra Or The Trouble with Innazukes Chemical Predators By the Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com) ***************************** Furinkan High School was a constant core of madness. Duels were joined on those hollowed grounds, principals were physically kicked out of school district, and perverts were always punished, whether they deserved it or not. Ranma wasn't a pervert. There were some choice situations, but he had always remained steadfast in avoiding those temptations, and the extra pain they promised. His was not a righteous path, but one born of survival, and knowing that staring at another girl's body wasn't healthy in the long run. That he shared that same sentiment with his own cursed female body help reinforce his policy. She, however, was too busy trying to lose her stomach in the chemistry lab wash basin to consider why she would ever stoop to do such a perverted thing as she had just done. It just wasn't right! It wasn't manly, or moral, but damn did it feel so good... Ranma heaved all that she had remaining within her stomach, or tried to, but found it difficult to concentrate under such a potent influence. Her blood was still running hot in her veins, craving more passion and release, and it obviously showed no mercy, from what she remembered of the flashes of Mousse as she rode him to a feverish pace, never stopping once as all she craved jolted through her like so many currents of lightning... Ranma turned on the hot water faucet with shaky hands. If he was going to be perverted, it was going to be in his form, the one that didn't risk the chance of experiencing such disgusting bliss. ***************************** The clothes were done, and lunch was to be started next. There was a slight glitch in that plan, however. Well, two glitches. Kasumi was busy giving both of them a rather disapproving look. "Father, Saotome-san, how could you? Now what will I fix for lunch?" "Well, that is," Genma Saotome began. "Why don't you explain it, Soun?" The Tendo patriarch put a nervous hand behind his head and looked shame- faced. "I suppose we just couldn't wait to taste that wonderful cooking of yours, Kasumi. Perhaps we were a bit hasty?" The eldest daughter sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to make something else." She put her hands on her hips, trying for a better stance of intimidation. It had its effect, both men cowered closer to one another. "I expect you two to please wait for everyone else next time." "Sure!" Genma replied. "Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just go out for a neighborhood meeting. No sense in the Chairman being late, now is there, Soun?" "Right! I really must be going now. I trust you to take care of everything here, Kasumi-chan!" Both men beat a hasty retreat out the garden and through the gate. Kasumi only shook her head sadly. Really, those two were a handful. You'd think they could at least tell the truth. She knew it wasn't often that she fixed her special sandwiches for lunch, but that was what made them special. They could have left some for the others though. Sighing again, she went upstairs to put away her apron, stopping at Nabiki's room. "Nabiki-chan?" The younger girl looked up from her studies. "Something up?" "I'm afraid that lunch is going to take a while longer than expected. I'll have to go to the market." Nabiki read her sister's apologetic face with ease. "You must have fixed something special for lunch today, huh? I'll bill them for it later, since the louts could have saved some for me." "Nabiki!" She tried to look disapproving, but her younger sister's words rang with some comedy. "That's not a nice thing to say about father and Saotome-san!" Nabiki shook her head at the smile battling for dominance on Kasumi's face. "Well, you need anything else?" "Could you watch the house while I'm gone? It will only be an hour or so." Nabiki nodded, and Kasumi did let the smile show this time. "Thank you, Nabiki-chan. I won't be long." "Sure. Take your time." Kasumi gathered her things, and then stopped by the kitchen to see what she might need. She gazed into the refrigerator and blinked. They had gone through everything she needed for that lunch save for the pot that she knew she didn't put in there. She pulled the curious pot out. There wasn't much in there, and what was there looked more or less like dry chunks of beef. That itching sensation came over Kasumi, the one that let her know that something needed to be properly taken care of before she could do anything else. She mused it over. She was sure none of the others would bother to go after what was obviously Akane's cooking, and Ryouga-kun probably wouldn't be around to take it, either. She made up her mind, and stuffed the remaining contents of the dish into a small rice bowl she kept to snack on, and cleaned the pot completely. Then she gathered her things, and headed out for the market. ***************************** Yuka had many pleasures in life, but her current one was her favorite. She did actively participate in track, and quite enjoyed the feeling of the wind billowing all around her as she ran. With that calming environment, it was easy to ignore the handful of martial artist around her that could more than lap her in that and every other sport on the campus. However, that was not her current pleasure. Rather, her present involved her stretching out from her vigorous running session. Her trainer always helped her relax her leg muscles by massaging them directly while she stretched. That his hands were warm, firm, and sure of their movements wasn't a bad thing. It also helped that he was gorgeous, not to mention well built. Even Akane's fiancee didn't seem so shockingly handsome with Yusuke-sempai around. She mused on that for a moment. Her friend was a lucky one, for the most part, to be able to even have someone that cute to yell at, at least to Yuka. It was always frustrating to watch the two, knowing she would never be that fortunate in life. True, both of them were a bit block-headed, but they still had endearing traits that Yuka had come to love in both of them. Of course, she knew the traits she loved about Ranma should never be voiced aloud, less she have to be drawn into that complex cycle with her. So she was content to allow herself these good days where she could let her sempai play with her legs (to her vision, anyway), and be content enough to dream that he might go further than just massaging away kinks worked up from running. Yuka blushed profusely when thoughts of what other kinks would result should he ever be so brash. "Something the matter, Yuka-chan?" the boy in question queried. "N-no! Nothing at all, really. I was just thinking about something Sayuri said earlier." Like why is it that you haven't made a move on me, she didn't say. He only nodded, and Yuka took the gesture like she always did. Her sempai was much too dedicated a person to do things like that, much to her chagrin. Even now, she mused, he would almost be done, and her toes would tingle. He would get up, announce that he was finished, give her instructions for some at-home exercise, and bid her a good day. Her toes would continue to tingle, and she'd probably give in to their spreading sensation as soon as she got alone in her bath. Honestly, it just didn't pay to be young and female... "Well, that should do it for now, Yuka-chan. You'll have to work extra hard if you want to be ready for those preliminaries in two weeks." "Hai! I'll do my best, sempai!" she smiled cutely, though inside she was chiding herself. No use in praying for fantasies, she thought. He bid her farewell, and they went their separate ways. Yusuke to his home, and Yuka to the girl's showers. She was still fluttery, but desired a cool shower more than any self-gratification at the moment. Such were her thoughts when she turned the corner of the hallway leading to the locker rooms when she saw the shivering heap that she was certain she recognized. "Ranma?" ***************************** The trip to the market was always a peaceful one. Sure, there was the bustling chaos of the consumer and producer all around her, but she drew serenity from the mere thought of being in her element. She had learned to develop a keen eye for bargains, and was always friendly to the venders, those who didn't know her, and those who were just getting accustomed to the place. In that great sea of shopping, Kasumi was a master mariner. This day was not like the others, for Kasumi felt off. Her thoughts had returned to Ranma and her youngest sister, Akane, repeatedly in her trip. It was a rare moment for Ranma not to show up to breakfast, but he had not even shown up to go to sleep. She was certain the young martial artist prodigy could take care of himself; she couldn't help to wonder what he had gotten into this time. Kasumi's train of thought was interrupted when she collided into someone. She fell back and on the ground in an indignant position, chiding herself. It wasn't often she was so distracted. "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry. Are you alright, sir?" she said, looking at the person she'd bumped into. "Oh, no, I wasn't really looking where I was going." The man responded, helping her up. The process took longer than usual. The gentleman blinked as Kasumi fell into his grasp again. "Miss, are you okay?" The world was on such a pleasant axis at the moment, Kasumi thought. "I think so. I just don't know what's come over me." He steadied her on her feet, and assured she didn't look like she was to fall again, reached for her basket of items. "Perhaps you'd better take it a bit more easy. It is warmer than usual today." Kasumi took the basket from the man with a nod, and watched him go. Then her face softened as she admired his features: his sure, purposeful walk, the way the light played just right off of his full head of hair, and not to mention that butt that looked firm enough to bounce a yen piece off of-- The eldest Tendo hid her face in her hands. Where did THOSE thoughts come from? Sure, she admired the man's good manners, but she wasn't one to be so hung up on a mature, good-looking man. That would just be silly schoolgirl behavior, and she had more important things to do. "I see someone else caught your eye, Kasumi-san." Kasumi squeaked and turned to the voice of the vendor. "Jumi-san! You saw all that?" The woman, not too older than Kasumi herself, nodded with a rue grin. "Not a way I'd try to catch one, but effective." She pointed the girl to the gentleman, who was waving at them, specifically Kasumi, with a smile on his face. Kasumi waved back weakly, not trusting herself to do anything else. Jumi only smirked. "Poor Tofu. Dropped over a chance meeting." "Jumi!" Kasumi turned to stare at her friend, only to turn more than she wanted. She ended up on the floor again, trying to make top and bottom of the world. "So maybe it's not the gentleman after all." Jumi helped her friend to her feet. "You are looking pale, dear. Why don't you have a rest in the café?" "I...don't wish to burden you right now..." Kasumi trailed off with a sudden shiver. What was going on with her? "No burden at all, you're family anyway. I'll have Kyo set up a cot for you to lie on." Kasumi barely heard her, as she was too focused on what her friend's touch was doing to make her so squirmy. She allowed herself to be led into the small café, frightened at how sensitive everything about her suddenly seemed. ***************************** Please let my luck hold out, he thought. Please say that voice was just a delusion. Ranma opened his eyes and looked at Yuka, one of Akane's closer friends. He bit back a savage curse. No one ever came though this hallway anymore. there were other ways to get to the locker room, and yet here came someone to torture him further. "Are you okay? Hiding from someone?" The girl brushed her hair out of her eyes and appraised the boy. He was huddled up to himself against the wall, and seemed very pale for such a healthy martial artist. "Look, you gotta go, okay? I'll be fine right here." He turned away from her face and tried not to think about how much he did and didn't want that contact with flesh right now. "No one's chasin' me. In fact, I just got rid of Mousse, and I just need a little rest." "Er...okay." the girl blinked, but did as she was told. At least, she tried to, when something clicked in her head. She turned back to the boy, who tried to hide further from her curious gaze. "You're hiding something." "If I give you a couple of yen, would'ya go away?" Ranma pleaded. Yuka frowned at the pigtailed boy. "Now I do want to know what you're..." the words in her mouth died as she saw what he was doing. His pants were up and around his waist, but it was obvious that he was playing with himself. Before Yuka could even scream at the indignation, however, Saotome was up and had his hand over her mouth in an instant. "Look, I don't need you shoutin' to the world, alright?" he growled. Yuka was very aware of several things. The hand over her mouth, thankfully, wasn't the one that was just busy. The organ that it was just busy with was rock-hard, and pressing against Yuka's rear, making her gasp in surprise. Most evident to Yuka, however, was the panic in Ranma's voice. Something really wasn't normal with the boy. She nodded to his declaration and tried not to think about the tingle in her stomach. He led her through the hallway back into the chemistry lab, shutting the door behind him. He then let go of her, and she backed away from him, wary of his next move. "You're not thinking of... hurting me, are you?" Ranma gaped at her. "NO! That's not why I brought you in here! If you're here, then there might be someone else here!" If Yuka was relieved at that notion, she didn't show it. "Well, the rest the track team went home earlier, and I was here to finish a couple of sprints." She bolstered her courage and glared back at the boy. "Now what are you doing playing with yourself in the middle of the hallway?" Ranma flinched. "You wouldn't understand. Just leave, okay?" The girl shook her head, brown hair bobbing with her movements. "Not until you tell me what's wrong." "Why should I? You'll just go and blab to Akane!" He answered accusingly. He really is a wimp around girls, she thought. "Well, I could just tell her what I've seen so far and let her judge..." Damn women, Saotome thought to himself. He quickly explained the poison that Akane fed to him, and what horrible side effects it left him with. It was coming from the mouth of Ranma, so it was hard not to believe such an inane story. Yuka couldn't help but laugh. "You call that a bad thing? Saotome-kun, do you realize what boys wouldn't give to have your problem?" "It's not funny! I got better things to do than worry about..." He trailed off with a violent shudder. Yuka stopped laughing. "You're really not okay, are you? Have you been able to get any...um...relief?" Ranma's pale face reddened, though how it did Yuka couldn't guess, since it seemed his blood had other places to be. Suddenly it dawned on her. "Have you and Akane...?" "NO! I wouldn't dream of touching that uncute..." he suppressed another shake. "I ain't goin' to her. It'll only get me in more trouble." "More? Oh my." Yuka tried to will those thoughts away, but they refuse to give an inch. Images of Ranma over Shampoo's sweaty body, underneath Ukyou as the girl finally got her wish. Probably any passerby that was up for that kind of spontaneous thing. Hell, probably even her if he had followed that first terrifying scenario that she thought he was going to act out. Forcing her poor self over some table and pushing past all her barriers, making her scream aloud over and again... It had to be pheromones. He was putting out pheromones or something like that, and that's why she thought her panties were just suddenly unbearably hot and stuffy. Of course, she mused, if she remembered the biology classes right, that worked just as well, if not better, the other way. As if reading her thoughts, Ranma's eyes seemed to glaze over while looking at her. She realized that she'd been staring at him, probably with an unsavory expression. "Ranma-kun! Snap out of it!" The boy blinked and shuddered. "Damnit, I almost did it again." "I..." want to get laid, so it's okay. I want you to leave me alone, you disgusting pervert! I want you to hold me and say that you're mine forever. I don't want to betray Akane, but... One thousand thoughts went through her head, but each one lead Yuka back to that same lovely, frightening fantasy. "Ranma?" He reacted to his name as if struck by lightning. "Saotome-kun, you need to work it off, right?" So I'll leave you alone to do that, she thought she should say. But then why was she taking this silly chance? Why stick her neck out into a boy's life that, despite any silly daydream, she wanted no real part of? Would he even do it if asked? "You're not offering, are you?" he looked at her like an timid, eager child with their first real significant other. Well, it was out in the water now. Blow him off, or try her luck? Yuka blinked at that thought. Before, she never even thought she had that kind of power, yet here it was. Ranma looked on for her answer, though in joy or pain, she couldn't tell. They stared at each other for a moment longer, then Yuka walked over to the boy and kissed him full on the lips. Ranma's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away in the slightest. He slipped his tongue past her lips, and she countered with her own. They lingered further, then separated finally, gulping the air around them. "No strings, right? I'm kinda bored anyway," Yuka said with more bravado than she really felt. "You'd better not tell anybody though..." The boy shook his head vehemently, and she giggled. "I guess I can help, if you don't mind." ***************************** She was by herself, and had been so for the past thirty minutes. Jumi and Kyo were busy attending to customers, leaving Kasumi to sit and analyze what she was feeling. She had no doubt at this point that it was arousal: that man that helped her, even her own friend had started sparks in her that she'd never felt so intensely. Times before, it was easy to deal with, but now it didn't seem like it wanted to go away. So what to do? Kasumi was beside herself with worry. She'd never felt this...horny before, but then she'd never had a problem with it. She'd always ignore pangs of desire with work, or even some tea... Tea! That's what she could really use to dull the feelings within her! Shakily, she stood to her feet, only for the door to the private room to slide open, and Jumi to appear with a tray of tea and cookies. "Thought you'd like a snack," she said with a smile. "Thank you, Jumi-san." She took a cup and cookie and tried to let the liquid work its calming magic. A moment passed in silence before Jumi spoke again. "So what was that all about out there? I know that the guy was kind of cute, but I've never seen you do that before. Are you getting enough to eat?" Kasumi looked up from her cup at Jumi, and noticed just how deep her eyes were, and how her figure was cutely accented in her tight jeans and loose blouse... "Yes, Jumi-san. I think it's just a spell, that's all." "Family been working you too hard again, huh?" Jumi shook her head. "I keep telling you to kick 'em all out the house, you know." Kasumi giggled. "I couldn't! They wouldn't be able to do a thing without me! Poor father needs all the help he can get." The sandy blond girl nodded. "They just don't know how lucky they are." "Jumi-san..." Her friend put up her hands in surrender, but Kasumi only smiled at the girl. "It's nice to know you care, but they're not too much to handle. It's soothing, actually, to know I can keep so much order around the house." "You sure of that?" Jumi marked. "From what I've seen and heard from you and the passerby, it's hard to get any sort of peace there." "Of course," they said in unison. "This IS Nerima." The two friends laughed at the old joke the statement prompted. Then Kasumi winced and doubled over. Jumi was at her side immediately. "Hey girl, take it easy. I don't think you're out the water yet." "It will...pass," Kasumi waved her off, regaining her composure. Jumi's look became skeptic. "So why don't you tell me what's really wrong with you. You don't get sick, that much I know." Kasumi rubbed her stomach and blushed. It was a sharp pain that had just taken her, but now more than ever she was aware that her arousal had returned. "Well..." "Hey, no sugar-coating this time, either. I'd like to think we'd known each other too long for that." "It's rather private," Kasumi admitted, her cheeks reddening further. "So was my first period, but you got to know about all of that," Jumi replied coolly. "Jumi-chan!" Kasumi remembered that classroom incident well, but didn't dwell on it. "Okay, but it stays with you." "Fine, so spill already." Kasumi slowly, embarrassingly, recalled her feelings on the way to the market, bumping into the young man, and the high state of arousal she seemed to be in. Jumi only blinked. "Well, what do you expect when you don't date much? Every guy seems that much more interesting." She smiled coyly. "And I'm flattered, but I don't think it will work out outside a one night stand." The Tendo eldest put her face in her hands. "Okay, so you say this is not normal for you," Jumi continued, ignoring Kasumi's mortified gesture. "Well, what could have done it? I mean, besides you being a prude?" Kasumi frowned at the girl, but thought it over. "My stomach didn't feel this weird this morning, and I--" she stopped with blank realization. "I ate something of Akane's." Jumi blinked. Twice. "You think you'd have learned your lesson the first time." Kasumi was too busy panicking to listen. "That's must be it. I put it in my snack bowl and ate it on the way here!" Her head spun at the sudden possibilities. "How long will this all last?" "Until you succumb to your desires, of course," Jumi shrugged. "Who's to say? You probably didn't eat much, right?" "No, but there was a... oh my. Poor Ranma-kun." The sandy blond looked at her friend, and started laughing. "Oh is he in for it now!" "Jumi-san, that's not funny. This could be serious." Kasumi's face paled further, and she was assaulted with a new wave of dizziness. Jumi caught her again, and the Tendo girl gasped at the feeling. "Okay, so it can be serious. You might want to work that off, sweety." "Work it off?" Kasumi squeaked. "I guess. Maybe it will burn itself out? Do you want to sit here and find out?" "I..." Kasumi wasn't really sure what she wanted, except for the stone certainty that she wanted these sensations over with. "You could always go to Tofu-sensei. He'd probably know a remedy for it." "NO!" Kasumi's face flushed. "That is... I..." Jumi shook her head. "Kasumi-chan, the only way I know to kill desire is with satisfaction. However you do that is up to you, but maybe you should get your inhibitions out the way first? From here, you're not looking any healthier." "Jumi-san..." "Don't give me that." The girl fixed Kasumi with a stern gaze. "The pleading won't help you, and that's what I'm concerned about. Now I'm going to leave you here and get some more tea. I really think you should consider that cure before you condemn it. And even if you don't want to by yourself, Tofu is a possibility." She stood, leaving Kasumi to stare at her in wonder. "Or would you rather I send Kyo-chan up here? He's had a small infatuation with you..." "JUMI!" The sandy-haired girl laughed. "Fine, but I do want you to think about what I said. It's not so bad to get to know yourself, or let someone else know you." She closed the door, the lock falling into place. Kasumi's mind was in turmoil. She'd never consider going to Tofu's about this problem...would she? But she had gone to him for so many more things, and he always tried to help her, in his own silly way. The crush was just that, a crush, but she'd always nurtured the hope of it developing into something more one day. Her little dilemma, provided her friend was right, could be possibly relieved with some indulgence, something she scarcely afforded herself. But what if? There was indeed one way to find out. She went to check the door to make sure it was locked, and made for the bathroom. She shut and locked that door, and looked around the cramped area. Kasumi undid the snaps on her skirt, and let it fall to the ground, and her blouse quickly joined it. she stared at herself in the mirror, fully conscious of the blush covering her body, as well as the sharp feelings within her, making her more sensitive of everything around her. Kasumi ignored her blush and turned on the shower, letting it warm up. Reluctantly, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the ground besides her other clothing. Examining herself in the mirror, she timidly traced her hands over her full, pert breast. The tingling intensified as she continued grazing herself. Her nipples became pert and eager with the attention they were receiving. She pushed on one with a finger and shivered. Her hands continued their clumsy massage of her breast while she noted that she was breathing quicker than before. Inwardly, Kasumi shuddered at this. She had never done such things before, and she was already ready to back away and forget the whole thing. Still, another side of her wanted to push on, to explore these strange new sensations. She allowed the latter to rule for the meantime, if it meant controlling her urges better than she had been the past hour. Kasumi let her hands fall down to her hips and pulled her panties off of her body, breathing in sharply as the still-cool air reacted with her more than heated sex. She sat down on the warm mat while placing the garment with the others, and began touching her sensitive lips. She blinked and pulled up a hand, finding it sticky with juices she knew, but never really seen. "Okay..." she said aloud, taking another breath, and delving into the task at hand. She recalled the sensitive areas of a woman's body that she had read about from books, and explored them all, always keeping a hand within her folds, teasing herself. Her hips bucked along with her clumsy rhythm, and she found herself whimpering at every brush along her clitoris. She was getting hotter by the second, and could almost taste something new on the horizon. If only for a little more... ***************************** Jumi blinked at the long moan she was positive she heard from the vent by her small grill. It had certainly taken her long enough to accept herself. for a long time, she was worried about her friend's mousy and proper nature. It was all well and good, but misbalance has a way of biting people in the end. Idly, she wondered if Kasumi would have taken her up on that invitation of a one night stand, though she doubted it. Even if it was possible, it would have definitely ruined something that they already had, merely because the girl was going to have to be very sure about herself, being as young as she was. Well, better to let her explore now than regret later. "Jumi-neechan, was that just...?" "Get back to work, Kyo. And I hear another peep out of you, it's double- duty tonight, got it?" Kyo nodded vigorously. ***************************** Yuka pulled off her bloomers and then her panties, enjoying the cool feel of the air on exposed skin. Ranma was all over her then, hands wandering and touching her almost everywhere at once. She tried to do something else, but it seemed as if he wouldn't let her. Somewhere in the sensual assault her shirt had come off, leaving her clad in nothing but her sports bra. "Ranma-kun! Maybe somewhere more discreet?" she gave him a disapproving look, and he relented. They moved into the stock room, where no windows were present, and began to feel each other all over. She worked him out of his shirt and enjoyed the battle-hardened muscles underneath. Idly, she wondered just why Akane hadn't sampled him yet. Her musings were cut short as she gasped, her leg being lifted in the air. Ranma had her from behind, working his free hand along her swollen petals. Yuka blushed furiously, never picturing anyone being so forward and aggressive with her. She tried to adjust to it, leaning into him and giving him better access to her center, all the while emitting small coos of pleasure. Ranma inserted a digit into her sex, and she reacted instantly, pumping her hips onto the unfamiliar sensation within herself. He continued his throbbing actions with his hands, using his thumb to graze and tantalite Yuka's clit at the same time. Yuka was feverish. She was being exposed in such a brash manner, by her friend's fiancee, and it was heavenly. She bit back a cry and convulsed on his invading fingers, her juices slowly streaking down her grounded leg. Ranma let her leg down, and she got used to both of them feeling unsteady beneath her. The girl had not time to reflect, as the pigtailed boy was forcing her to turn around. She blinked in a hazy confusion until it finally dawned on her. Ranma let his pants and boxers fall around his feet, and positioned himself behind Yuka while she grabbed on the counter in front of her. He pushed in her slowly, but it didn't stop Yuka from crying out in pain. This time, he allowed her a moment to herself in order to adapt. She nodded to him after a moment, and with a gratifying sigh, he began to rock away the hot friction that had continued to build all day, and was building still. ***************************** Yuka awoke slowly, remembering only Ranma. He had her from behind, and was pumping her furiously. They had been like that for the better part of an hour, pausing only to let her clamp her tired legs around his waste. Then that final orgasm... She blinked. That was in the lab, so what was she doing in the locker room? Was it a dream? Had she overworked herself to the point of not being able to stay awake in a shower? Yuka tried to sit up, but her body simply would not comply. That's when she had noticed the blood. It was fresh, and sign enough to tell her that she hadn't been imagining things. Slowly, every sense came back to Yuka as the warm afterglow of what had occurred faded. She sat musing for a while, not able to do much else. It wasn't love, but he did show her a great time, even putting out fresh clothes for her. It's for the best, she thought, noting the pang in her heart at his absence. But Akane had better not hold out on him for long, he really is something of a hot commodity. ***************************** Kasumi made her way home with an embarrassed smile on her face. She had enjoyed that learning experience. It was as if a new door had opened in herself to explore, and explore she would. On her own terms, at least. Maybe she could entertain herself with plans for Tofu-sensei as well. Still, despite her new thrill, there was the cause to worry over, and of course the intended victim, Ranma. He certainly was about as shy as they came, she mused. With him having to have eaten the majority of that dish of Akane's, his aches and pangs were probably a great deal stronger than the dull throb she was just barely aware of. No doubt that it would soon cause more trouble for him than even he could laugh off. Here's for the best, she prayed, somewhat torn between a sense of content and anxiety. ***************************** And that, as they say, is that. I had a lot of really iffy ideas for this, but I'm almost satisfied with the results. Of course, this was also written on a time pinch, so I might go back and mod a couple of things when I do the HV revisions. I dedicate this to HPackrat. Haven't heard from ya' in a while. How's life? -K. Murasaki (5/23/02)