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Nabiki 1/2

Honeymoon Hentai

(A Very Scary Thought)

Written by Jim Robert Bader

Proofread by Shiva Barnwell

Based Upon the Altered Destinies Storyline

Inspired by the works of such fans as

Wade Tritshler

Richard Lawson

James Jones

And Many Others

Standard Disclaimer: This is inspired by the work of Takahashi Rumiko and is not my original creation. All characters belong to her. This is only a fanfictional work, and is not intended to compromise the rights of the original owners, distributors and publishers of the Ranma series. I have no money to spare and would very much appreciate if no one tries to sue me.

A wandering fly settled upon a still pool surface, spreading wide its legs to balance on the slightly rippling water, which it noted in passing was around thirty-two degrees centigrade. The air was a seasonable thirty-eight degrees, which was appropriate for this time of early summer, which partially accounted for the sight that greeted its visual monitors, that of a long and lanky brunette, roughly one hundred and sixty-three centimeters with auburn brown hair trimmed in front to a pair of sharp side locks while her hair in the rear had been bound up in a pig-tailed braid that hung down her back. She was wearing a very skimpy thong bikini that revealed an excellent figure with a pair of firm round breasts jutting out from a tightly compacted frame. The rest of her was equally attractive from the shape of her legs to her lean waist and moderately wide hips. From her narrow and tapering feet to the tip of her nose she was every centimeter a great beauty with classic features that, while certainly Japanese, hinted at a strongly internationalist flavor.

She was presently stretched out upon a reclining chair soaking in the sun's rays while a pair of stylish sunshades shielded her sensitive eyes, a faintly sardonic smile gracing her lips as she enjoyed a drowsy moment of complete relaxation. She was feeling no pain…in fact, her body was practically singing, a testament to more than the intensive training that had given her a physique that was lithely compact yet possessing tremendous, barely hinted at supple strength and fluid power. In all senses of the word she was as close to a state of utter peace as she had ever felt in her life. This state of near-bliss was only slightly impacted upon by the sound of a mewing child beseeching her mother for some much-needed breakfast.

"There now, little one," said a pleasantly feminine voice at her side, higher pitched and more sing-song than a regular Japanese voice, "Shampoo give you nourishment, you no have to wait."

Nabiki lowered her sunshades and gazed with half-lidded eyes at the purple haired wonder sitting beside her near to a glass-topped table with overhanging sun umbrella. She did not have to look to know that her Amazon wife had bared one of her substantial breasts to give their daughter a nipple for feeding. The happy suckling noises that followed brought an even lazier smile to Nabiki's lips as she savored the sight of mother and child bonding through the tasty medium of lactation. Lylac was such a well-behaved young girl who hardly ever made a fuss, the perfect daughter in all respects, that only someone as sensitively attuned to her needs as her mother could have known that the two-month old girl was hungry. It was a testament to the degree to which motherhood suited the Chinese girl that she could manage so well a task that Nabiki herself would have found fairly exhausting.

And yet still there was a wistfulness to her smile, a forlorn sense of envy that she could not reasonably expect to go through such an ordeal as now beset her wife…or her co-wife, Ukyo Kuonji.

That worthy sat a short distance away to Nabiki's other side, her own pregnancy now fairly advanced to what would be considered the second trimester of any other woman. Ukyo had only been pregnant for about four months now, said pregnancy being speeded up by the lingering trace of the magic spell that had been used to impregnate her. Kuonji often complained of feeling like a beached whale with the heavy weight that she was now bearing around her midsection, and yet somehow she seemed even more beautiful with a baby on the way than she had been on the day when the child was conceived, or at least that was how Nabiki herself tended to view her former rival-turned co-wife.

A Ukyo's side, as always, was an attentive Perfume, the Amazon girl who had gotten Ukyo pregnant, also wearing a thong bikini (wearing a heavy dose of sun-blocker to prevent burning, of course), which showed off a stunning figure and a pair of substantial breasts that Nabiki could only envy. Perfume had been as doting to Ukyo as any father should be, constantly reminded by her wife that she was the cause of her current condition. Nabiki had to smile at that, reasoning that Perfume was beginning to have regrets about giving into temptation, though she doubted there would be regrets when the child was delivered in another month or two. Then little Lylac would have a playmate close to her own age to grow up at her side, a sister-by-marriage as it were who was also a second-cousin, and would that not make life interesting around their home in the upcoming future…especially if Ukyo and Shampoo had more children.

But not Nabiki, she sighed as she thought to herself. That was the major drawback to her condition, that she could not carry a child to term, not even for the sake of her own much-beloved (and recently wed) husband, Saotome…

"Hey, what's happening, Guys?"

"Ranma?" Nabiki smiled as she looked up, removing her shades to see Ranma standing there holding a tray full of tall ice-filled tea glasses.

"That's my name," the cocky boy-make that her HUSBAND-smiled back, offering the tray in his hand so that she could take one of the five glasses, "You look pretty hot, Nab-chan…maybe you should calm down before you set the place on fire."

"Look who's talking," Nabiki said, her eyes traveling down to the constantly-shifting tattoos on his right arm, the result of his intensive training in an elemental martial arts system. She took sip from the straw projecting up out of her glass and said, "Nice…not to sweet, and lightly lemoned…just the way I like it."

"Anything for the Ladies," Ranma said with his usual boyish charm, turning to the others to offer them glasses, then taking one for himself before setting the tray down, pausing as he eyed little Lylac and said, "Sorry about that, Squirt, but it looks like you've got your own refreshments."

Shampoo gave Ranma an indulgent smile then went back to singing a soft lullaby to her baby, pausing to sip from her glass every now and then to cool down as it was a fairly warm day for early summer.

"This place is great," Ukyo said with approval, "You sure know how to pick 'em, Nab-chan."

"Of course," Nabiki replied, "Would I do anything less for our group Honeymoon? A luxury yacht cruiser is just the thing to get us out in the open air where we can be away from the rat-race back home. A couple weeks touring the Pacific and we'll arrive at Sydney, Australia, where we already have rooms booked in for a one-week tour…then it's back to the Home Island and a resumption of our normal routine and duties…the only difference being that we'll be a married group from hereon out, and that means making a few changes to accommodate our expanded lifestyle."

"Don't talk to me about expansion," Ukyo grimaced as she glanced down, "I can't wait until this is all over and I have my kid. It really sucks to be finally married to you and be unable to do anything about it, Ranchan…"

"I know," Ranma smiled, "And you know I'll be just as happy as you when you're back to your old self…not that there's anything wrong with the way you are, of course, don't you agree Perfume-chan?"

"Eh?" the Amazon Enforcer seemed surprised by the question, but she hastily colored as she said, "Oh…yes…you're beautiful as you are, Ucchan…especially to me."

"But you're biased," Ukyo smiled, giving the other girl a grin that was entirely indulgent.

"I'll make a deal with you, Ucchan," Ranma said, "You keep smiling like that, and once you get back into shape, I'll give you plenty of time and attention…that is, if Perfume doesn't mind having a little competition."

"Competition…from you, Saotome?" the brown haired Amazon replied with a smile, "Not likely."

"In the meantime," Ranma said, "I'm wondering if you guys would mind if I borrow Nabiki for a bit. I promised her a backrub, and it's not the kind you can do out in the open, if you know what I mean."

"Well now," Nabiki said with a mild leer, "That's certainly original…for you, Saotome…I mean…"

"Yeah," Ranma said, "That gets me too sometimes, but I think I'm getting used to it…wife."

"But I'd hardly want to bail out on Shampoo and the others," Nabiki started to say, "Unless…"

"GO ALREADY!" Ukyo, Perfume and even Shampoo said in chorus, the latter adding, sweetly, "You keep Airen busy, Husband, and make sure she keep out of trouble."

"Count on it," Ranma said, "How about it, Tendo…ah...wife…? Do you want to come along quietly, or do I have to do a Fireman carry to get you to our room?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Nabiki frowned, then paused, "Would you?"

"Nabiki," Ranma smiled as he reached down and took her by the hand, "Ain't you learned by now never to dare a Saotome?"

"But-waitamin-WHOOOP!" Nabiki cried as she found herself unceremoniously slung over his shoulder like the proverbial sack of potatoes, and thus found herself staring down over at his lower backside, "HEY!"

"You have fun together, Airen," Shampoo pleasantly chimed, "No be too rough with Ranma…Shampoo want turn at bat when you is done warming up."

"Wish I could say the same thing," Ukyo sighed in what sounded like envy, "Gonna be a while before you can do that to me, Ranchan."

"Consider it a date, Ucchan," Ranma replied, ignoring the sputtered protests of his wife, who beat futily against his back while her bare legs kicked wildly in the air, somehow finding that Ranma always seemed to know exactly how to counter her attempts to dislodge herself from her purchase, "You take care of her for me, okay, Per-chan?"

"Count on it," Perfume said with a lazy smile, enjoying the sight of the hapless Nabiki's expression as Ranma turned around and started to carry her off in the direction of their cabin.

"Let me down, you barbarian!" Nabiki was protesting, "Is this your idea of carrying me past the threshold?"

"If you like," Ranma said, then winced as Nabiki tried to attack him on a pressure point, and for that he swatted her pert bottom, eliciting a yelp of further protest, "Quit that…or am I gonna have to use my love techniques on you?"

That got Nabiki to immediately subside in her efforts, knowing full well that he was prepared to carry out on that threat. No one dared to interfere with them as they took their leave of the sun-and-pool deck and headed down below, but after a minute of this Nabiki said, "At least carry me in your arms like a civilized human being, will you?"

"I thought you said I was a barbarian," Ranma reasonably pointed out, but relented to sling her down into a position where he could use both of his arms to carry her in front, at which point Nabiki visibly ceased all resistance.

"That's better," she said, "No fair using Senken maneuvers outside of practice."

"All's fair in love and war," Ranma countered, "Or so you keep telling me. Anyway, it's the middle of the afternoon and it occurred to me that you haven't been screwed for at least a couple of hours, so it's my duty as your husband to see that you get what's cumming to you, Wife."

"Promises, promises," Nabiki smiled back as she buried her head against his shoulder and set back to enjoy her ride, never noticing the way a certain fly trailed after them at a discrete-but-tactful distance…

"Hey, Beiko?"

"GAH!" Beatrice started, "Alison? Don't ever do that!"

"Do what?' said the redheaded as she stared at her silver-haired roommate, who had been working at her computer console for the better part of the last two hours.

"Spy on me when I'm busy spying on someone else, of course," Beatrice replied, "It's very rude manners."

"Oh yeah?" Alison asked from where she lay back on the floor wearing only a leotard, doing Lamaze exercises while favoring her distended belly, "You mean like…worse than spying on Nabiki and her partners on their honeymoon using one of your microbot doohickeys?"

"Yes," Beatrice replied without an ounce of shame, "Exactly."

"Well, don't let me keep you from doing anything that important," Alison scoffed as she took shallow breaths and pushed against the floor with her shoulders and bare feet, then relaxed again and repeated her breathing, "I just hope you know that Nabby's gonna be more than a little upset with you if she should find out."

"Are you kidding?" Beatrice leered as she studied her pregnant girlfriend-slash-"wife," "Nabiki has all but perfected the art of the covert spying on her friends and loved ones. It's only **fair** that I get the goods on-AH-I mean…that I keep an eye on her to see that she manages to stay out of trouble."

"Right," Alison snorted, "Pull the other one. And by the way…how much longer am I supposed to keep doing these stupid breathing exercises anyway?"

"Another hour should be sufficient," Beatrice replied, "Keep in mind, Aiko, that your accelerated pregnancy is nearing the final phase of your third trimester, and it wouldn't do to be unprepared for when it happens."

"You mean when this bun you put in my oven hatches out?" Alison sighed, "I'm hungry…I need to eat to stay healthy too, you know…"

"The refrigerator is full of specially prepared and nutritious foods that I've gone to a lot of trouble to provide you with, Darling," Beatrice assured, "You won't go hungry, and you can eat to your heart's content…"

"I'm talking about real foods," Alison protested, "Stuff that doesn't taste so…healthy! Why don't we order out for a change…I'll even pay for it this time…"

"That's very generous of you," Beatrice replied, "But I'm paying for everything, Aiko, you're my wife and I have a duty to take care of you…just as soon as I set to record the fun that's about to happen on the pleasure cruiser, Good Ship Lollipop."

"What?" Aiko looked up, "You mean they're gonna do it AGAIN?"

"You have to admire their stamina," Beatrice leered as she turned back to the monitor and added, "You have heard the term 'Fly on a Wall' used to imply the ultimate in surveillance techniques…well, that's exactly what my latest design is, the perfect non-intrusive means of keeping an eye on our friends while they…ahem…celebrate their honeymoon together. It's a fairly harmless way of making sure that everything turns out all right...""

"Plus you get to play voyeur and make a few quick bucks on the side selling videos of them making out," Alison duly noted.

"Don't be ridiculous," her lover grinned, "I can make a lot more money by having Nabiki pay me NOT to distribute this video. It's all a perfectly reasonable transaction between close business associates like her and me, you see?"

"Riiight," Alison rolled over onto her knees then crawled on all fours to the side of the silver haired genius, giving up on any pretense of moral superiority as she said, "All right…so let's see how they're going? This ought to be something else…"

"They haven't disappointed us yet," Beatrice agreed, already inserting the writable CD into the slot for her recorder in order to burn out a "Master" copy for later review and (ahem) future research purposes…

"Alone at last," Ranma said as he kicked the door shut then laid Nabiki out on their king-sized bed, his auburn haired wife relenting her embrace around his shoulders, "Now…where did we leave off this morning?"

"I can think of lots of different places," Nabiki replied, smiling like the proverbial cat (unselfconsciously, that is, as it was dubious that she would herself appreciate the analogy), "But I'll leave it to you to decide where to start, Ranchan."

"Oh gee…where to begin? That's a toughie," Ranma leered, "So many places I'd like to start out at, but why don't I take a page from you and begin at the bottom to work my way up?"

"Oho?" Nabiki asked with raised eyebrows as Ranma sank to his knees and lifted one of her legs and began to run his hands up and down the calve before going to work on her right foot, giving Nabiki even more cause to raise both eyebrows. She threw back her head a few seconds later and groaned, "Oooh…the way you do that…!"

"Nothing to it," Ranma grinned boyishly, "It's just a matter of knowing where the nerve clusters are at…and making sure they all get stimulated. You think this is something, Nab-chan? Just watch and observe…and feel free to make any noises you feel like."

Nabiki proceeded to do just that as she leaned back and allowed herself to be foot-massaged to a state of heightened sexual arousal. Ranma was not only an expert at Foot-Shiatsu, he could well have given Shampoo a few lessons! The fact that he could play with her nerve endings so well and with such artfulness and enthusiasm only made the treatment that much more delicious, enough so that when he turned attention to her other foot, Nabiki offered it to him without complaint or hesitation.

"You like that, huh?" Ranma said with obvious enjoyment for himself in playing with his newly wed wife with his recently gained insight into the wonders of the female body, "Well, let's see what you think about this…" and with that he lifted her left foot to his lips and began t nuzzle her instep, licking around her ankle and working his way down to her toes, where he could lavish generous amounts of his time driving Nabiki to utter distraction.

"Ooooooohhhh!" Nabiki squirmed under this barrage to her central nervous system, "How do you keep DOING that RAN-ma-kun?" her voice wavered and arched with each surprising new jolt that he gave her.

"Easy," Ranma said between wet slurps, "You make this very tasty."

"So that's why you insisted on CARRY-ing me HERE, eh?" Nabiki gasped as she writhed uncontrollably under this onslaught, "KAMI-sama…how do you DO THAT?"

"I could give you lessons," Ranma smiled as he transferred his attentions to her other foot, "Mmmm…clean and tasty…just like the rest of you…"

"What am I TO YOU THEN?" Nabiki gasped, "A blue plate SPECIAL?"

"Well…now that you mention it," he cooed as he brought his tongue up between her instep and the ball of her right foot, "This sure beats room service…"

"Oh yeah?" Nabiki said, panting as Ranma began to work his way up her leg and past her ankle, keeping on the trail of nerve endings, "OH MOMMA! What are you doing-?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ranma said as he began to play with her knee, then down the inside and around the back of her thigh and continuing onward as muscles began to vibrate under the play of his lips and fingers.

Nabiki made an inarticulate cry and then gasped as Ranma moved further up her thigh to the inner flesh just below her pelvis. To her immense disappointment he skipped over loins and jumped ahead to the other thigh, working the inside flesh of her muscular leg with uncanny precision aimed at all her most sensitive nerve clusters.

Nabiki had to grab at the frame of the bed to steady herself as Ranma reversed course and came zeroing down for her groin area once again, but once more he disappointed her by moving around her loins and sliding his body up towards her bosoms. Ranma then turned his attention to those well-shaped globes of flesh that were so sensitive on a woman's body, using his hands to fondle and play with the firm musculature that underlay her young and perky breasts, causing her nipples to harden long before he brought his mouth into play and selected one for an intimate suckle.

To Nabiki's immense delight, being suckled by Ranma was every bit as much fun as when she did this exact same thing with Shampoo…and she absolutely could not fault him on his techniques nor his methods. In very short order she was holding his head in place and encouraging him to ravage her with those hungry lips, lips that clearly savored the taste of her nipples.

It occurred to Nabiki to wonder what had become of her swimsuit, but that little portion of her mind that paid attention to such details was entirely side-tracked when Ranma relented in his attack upon her breasts and went down to her belly with his mouth and fingers once more working their sensitive magic. This time he did not relent as he brought his face down to her groin area, and this time he did not disappoint her as he brought those lips into play tickling and teasing the pink slit that unfolded to his slightest urging, giving him clear assess to seek out and find her elusive clitoris, and-upon discovering this most sensitive of all nerve clusters-he went to work giving her what for with a mouth that had found nectar to slake a thirst that was both demanding and all consuming.

Now Nabiki could not help herself as she allowed herself to be brought over the edge into the first of what she knew would be a series of intensive orgasms. Ranma's tongue dug into her sweet honeypot and swirled around inside her, somehow managing to stimulate every single nerve that he could possibly find, creating a rhythm and vibration that traveled deeper into her loins and brought her off with great effect, causing Nabiki to give a cry that would have sounded like someone were being murdered but for the happy note at the end as the wave ebbed and the tide flowed backwards. The sound of Ranma's hungry slurping greeted her ears once they stopped ringing, and the delight she felt at his greedy hunger did much to arouse her again as she parted her legs wide and braced her feet on the bed, offering herself to his mouth as he indeed tasted a first class quality smorgasbord of piping hot Nabiki.

Ranma found the flavor very much to his liking, like honey lemon tasting nectar, not too sweet, not too tart, rather much like the woman herself whom he had currently in his mouth, and OH did he love to have her writhing on the bed, mewing helplessly and thrashing around with complete release and utterly no attempt to dominate or control the issues. Nabiki was normally the sort of person who never liked to lose control or be out of command of a situation, making her an extremely contentious girl who did not give ground easily and hardly conceded a point without much persuasion. It had taken Ranma long and hard to figure out how to cope with his bride's overly competitive nature, but once he had learned the way of taking her off her pedestal and bringing her down to the level of a desirable woman, he threw himself into the act with all the ardor and intensity of a religious convert…and so far the results had borne out his strategy to a wholly undeniable level.

The hardest thing for Nabiki was learning how to let go and even lose some of her control during their lovemaking…a lesson Ranma had coached her in with diligent persistence and much blatant appeal to a latent desire by Nabiki to share herself with a full equal. Since their marriage battle of a month plus back they had been busy negotiating the new boundaries of their relationship, and every time they reached a new boundary the two of them would go at it with renewed determination, resulting in the both of them working up a lot of sweat and grunting, and eventually winding up humping on the floor like there was no tomorrow.

On the whole, not a bad way of starting out a marriage.

A tongue, however flexible, does not ultimately satisfy a man the way his most masculine organ could, which was why Ranma decided to switch tactics and go for all the gusto, having brought Nabiki around to an entirely receptive state of being. She was wet and well lubricated, and he had a hard-on that could have broken rocks, so without more preamble than it took to stand up and assume the position, he had his tool at her opening and was ready to make the plunge, a fact Nabiki registered with her eyes the moment she sensed him shifting his tactics.

Ranma pushed his way into her loins, encountering no resistance as the well-lubricated path accommodated easy access. He was careful not to shove his organ home or ram it all the way, taking it halfway at the beginning and pausing to position himself while moving his manhood around to increase internal friction and gain a better grasp of his position. He judged the viability of his thrusting angle by reading the expression of his partner, who telegraphed to him with her eyes her tacit approval, and only then did he force his way even deeper into her vulva, pushing the head of his manhood in close to all the way and only just holding back by a matter of centimeters, causing Nabiki to gasp and all but plead with her eyes that he go the entire distance.

Ranma held himself aloof for as long as he could, but finally he had to go in and give his audience what she wanted, pulling back at the last instant to strength his position for another thrust, then rammed it home all the way and causing Nabiki to throw back her head and give her heartfelt grunt of approval. A few more motions of pulling out and plunging in later, Ranma felt he had his mark, and so set down to a good old fashioned piston-motion of going in and out of his bride, plunging in as deep as he could and pulling out again with just a few hip motions to cause his shaft to gently grind against her inner lining. The results from Nabiki's side was that she threw her legs around his hips and encouraged him to go at it with absolute and complete abandon. Coitus alone could not have elicited this feeling in her, however, it was the way in which he worked her over with his rod going up against the nerves surrounding the inner entrance, coupled with an occasional brush of a hand and his fingers against both her clit and her fanny, which he could squeeze in such a way that only intensified her delight at her husband's performance.

Her husband…how it was going to take her a while to get used to that concept! It had been a while in coming, almost an entire year during which the two of them had been through so many adventures together, not least of which was Nabiki's own discovery of her marriage and fatherhood with a girl named Shampoo, a relationship in which Nabiki had learned to explore the masculine aspects of her cursed form, being the husband in a warm and fulfilling affair that was as fruitful as any other kind of marriage. To learn to play the role of the wife to a husband was an entirely new experience, but in no way as strange for her as learning the terms of a man's role in the bedchambers.

That Ranma was already on the way to making a good start as a husband was a particularly delightful revelation, and right now her man was making Nabiki feel every inch like a woman, especially the way he was plugging along with his rod deep inside her, going where no man had ever gone before and making her love him for it!

Ranma was himself in a state of blissful paradise, feeling his manhood merge with the flesh of his newly claimed wife and seeing the ecstasy in her expression as she responded to his caresses with earnest and heartfelt approval. Such signs of the effectiveness of his technique emboldened him to try more daring maneuvers in order to rock his wife's world and tell her in no uncertain terms of his deep love for her and equally deep admiration. To that end he bent down at the height of one thrust and squeezed Nabiki's fanny as he lifted her up to afford more leverage as he brought his face down over hers and planted a kiss on her lips that was followed by a tongue-thrust. This move was unexpectedly bold and gave Nabiki a chance to taste her own juices, which were still fresh on his tongue, but it proved to be a miscalculation as it momentarily forced him to take his feet off of the floor, thus losing critical bracing, which was exactly the opening that she had been hoping for all along.

Nabiki was quick to seize the advantage by rolling him over onto the bed and straddling him, his loins still impaling her as she now assumed the dominant and controlling position.

"My turn now, Mister," she leered, planting her hands flat upon his chest as she prepared to summon her power for some good old-fashioned heavy-duty screwing.

Ranma grunted as he realized his tactical error, but still he could not complain as-the next moment later-he felt Nabiki ply some of her own intensive training, using her vaginal muscles to tense and draw upon his manhood, causing him to screw up his own eyes as it felt as though a velvety hand was slowly massaging him and drawing him ever deeper into her body.

"Surprise?" she leered, "Did you think you were the only one who knew some bedroom tricks? Don't forget, Shampoo has been doing this with me for months, and you wouldn't believe the things that girl can do when she gets started."

"Actually," Ranma groaned, "I think I do…" and he meant that, recalling the first time he and Shampoo had shared a bed together…which-it so happened-was only a few night ago, and indeed he could see that Shampoo was indeed well practiced when it came to the art of screwing. He wondered where Nabiki had practiced, though, as the sort of things that she was doing now did not seem likely to have been learned by applying them against a mere dildo.

Nabiki threw back her head and sighed with great delight as she savored the feeling of her man nestled deep inside her. She so much intensely liked being the one on top, not merely in any dominant sense but for the fact that it afforded her a greater range of control over the angle of his thrusts, thus returning to her a sense of being once again in the cat-bird seat. This newer and more assertive Ranma was certainly a delight to be around, but she liked to occasionally remind him of just who it was who held the real senior position in their happy little marriage unit…

All at once she felt Ranma's hands cup her breasts in such a way that it brought the focus of her attention back to what they were doing, especially when Ranma began to caress and massage her nerve endings and bring back a groaning sense of being helpless before his manly prowess.

"Surprise," he leered, "Two can play at this game, Tendo."

Nabiki marveled at his expert touch even as she groaned inwardly, amazed that Ranma could remain so competitive with what she was doing down below to his manhood. A normal man would have been putty in her hands (or so she was assured by Cologne) but trust her luck that she would fall for the one guy in Japan who did not do all of his thinking with his dick. Ranma yet retained the presence of mind to seize advantage of any opening she gave him (in both physical and literal senses) and do back to her the same sorts of intensely pleasurable things that he was doing to her nervous system.

Well…if he wanted to escalate things, then she would just have to ratchet things up a bit and teach him who was boss here. She smiled as she used her legs to push down against the bed and partially draw herself off of him, then lowered herself down once more, all the while applying more vaginal pressure.

Ranma had been savoring the sweet delight of fondling Nabiki, growing ever more secure in his knowledge of the feeling and texture of her beautiful full breasts, and thus was not prepared for the activity that caused his focus to shift back to the sensations of his manhood. For a moment Nabiki withdrew from him a few centimeters, then all at once she fell down atop him once more, accepting him as if she were sucking him back into his body, and doing this several times more until he felt as though his manhood were throbbing like a quivering shaft that met and caressed the most sensitive inner recesses of her body. He felt ready to explode within her, abandoning all pretense of self control at that instant, but before he could climax he found that Nabiki did something different with her loins that choked him off and caused him a moment of spasming interrupted coitus. The effect did something to shoot sparks up his spine and into his head, creating an effect altogether strange and yet not entirely unpleasant, even as she released that pressure and allowed him to climax, at which point he erupted within her with the force of a geyser!

Nabiki felt the splash of wetness firing off within her and gave a glowing crow of delight, tossing back her head as she voiced her triumph up to the ceiling. It was a wonderful sensation knowing that she had gotten Ranma to cum after only two minutes of being in the dominant position, even though he had been the one who make her cum first, and several times over before this. She reveled in the sense of power it gave her, knowing that she could be this desirable to the man whom she had chosen to make her husband, even though there was a wistful sense of loss and disappointment, knowing that his seed was wasted within her since the first splash of cold water would restore her to being Kaneda, and thus prevent pregnancy from being the reward for his efforts.

Still and all, she could not allow him to come too far down from the ladder of his erection, and the last thing she had any intention of doing was letting him grow soft within her. Ranma had once again made her feel like a woman, and such gallantry deserved to be rewarded. Besides, she still had not had her fill of riding him, and so she refused to release her custody of his expended man-meat, once again bringing vaginal control into play to retain his stiffness while wiggling her hips a bit to restore a sense of moderate friction that was needed to stimulate his loins into renewed action.

Ranma was still coming down from the strangely vivid heights his mind had traveled to with his brief experience of coitus interruptus. His mind now opened to new levels of awareness that he had previously not enjoyed, giving him a complete sense of his wife's entire nervous structure, even as he sensed her intention of once more giving him an erection. His delight of her intensified, even as he opened his eyes and saw Nabiki in terms of the energy matrices and lines of current that flowed within her body, making her seem momentarily transparent. This was the body of the woman he loved, a woman who was in every sense desirable and fulfilling. He decided to use this renewed awareness to his advantage by bringing his hands down to her hips and none-too-subtly working them along the surface to caress the muscles there that were within easy access.

"Eh…what?" Nabiki gasped, so intent had she been on stimulating her husband's rod to its previous ramrod nature that she was taken by surprise when he raised both of his knees and toppled her forward, bringing her body down over his so that their faces once again met in a kiss that was tender and surprising. Ranma thrust his tongue into her mouth even as he rolled on top of her again, careful to keep his hips raised so that she could not use leverage to resist him. He was equally delighted to find that Nabiki noted the challenge he had issued and was thrusting her own tongue back into his mouth, not willing to concede him one inch in this intensifying battle of their love-play.

Having once again assumed the advantage, Ranma used his new position to provide the leverage that he needed to rotate his hips so that his manhood could do battle with her vaginal muscles, an inward wrestling match in which many sparks were sent flaring into jolts of electricity that shot up both of their spines, causing Nabiki's feet to curl and uncurl spasmodically while her legs dangled in the air to either side of her husband, all the time feeling as though his rod was a giant finger wiggling inside her, touching places that normally could not be touched through normal thrusting. And-even more surprising throughout all of this-somehow he was maintaining a kiss that now had the suction of both their mouths holding them together, their tongues in a wrestling match of their own in which there was much carousing and exploration, giving her the spine-tingling sense that she was being double-penetrated at both openings, which would have brought a smile to her lips if she had in any way wanted to release her side of the suction…

And-a thousand kilometers away-Alison let loose a whoop and said, "YEAH! You go girl!"

"Interesting," Beatrice remarked, "Such subtle and unexpected complexity to their movements. Saotome is being unusually artful for a man, and Nabiki is attempting to counter his movements even as she surrenders herself to the delights of their coitus."

"If you mean those two are grinding it up together, I certainly agree with that, Beiko," Alison felt along the sides of her loose dress as though adjusting her collar, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by her girlfriend-slash-wife, even in spite of the intensely distracting sights going on her monitor screen, "I can't tell if they're making love or grinding up sausages…that boy sure knows how to mount a girl!"

"Yes," Beatrice said as she not-too-subtly began to ply a hand to her own light shirt, caressing her bosoms as her other hand sought the lining of her panties, "He should patent and sell books on his techniques as few men would be able to equal this performance, and I suspect that it's only just the beginning Aiko…"

"Really?" Aiko said, "Lucky girl…"

"Oh yes," Beatrice leered, now focusing more attention on her own beloved room-mate who-pregnant or not-was still sensitive to the right sort of caressing, "Lucky indeed…but I think I know of someone else who is about to get lucky."

"Oh?" the redhead replied, pretending as if she did not know all along what was in store for her at the hands of her silver-haired companion, already feeling her own state of arousal responding in kind with more than a mere hint of internal wetness…

(You Bastard, Saotome) Nabiki thought to herself with great delight and very little resentment, (taking advantage of me like this…if you think I'm going to let you get away with this, you've got another think cumming…) she inwardly smiled as she thought in delight of the ways that she would pay him back for the sweet ravishing that she was currently receiving.

Ranma had at last ceased French kissing her and had rolled Nabiki part-way on her side as he maintained his position straddling her, plying his lips instead against one shoulder even as he began to gyrate his hips to piston his manhood in and out of her vagina. In this altogether compromising position, Nabiki could do little more than brace herself for his thrusts as he began to work up renewed energy with each new assault to her sex as this also gave him greater leverage for his thrusting, affording her little chance to counter-gyrate her vaginal muscles.

"I'm gonna make you say uncle this time, Nabchan," Ranma breathed hoarsely into her ear even as revving up the intensity of his thrusting.

"You…and what army?" she gasped back, being of utterly no mind to protest as she felt herself being impaled over and over, helpless to do other than hang on for the ride as these lateral thrusts were driving her to absolute distraction.

In reality, Ranma was more than a little appreciative that Nabiki was not fighting back at this juncture as he wanted to savor and enjoy the sweet sense of power that he currently had over her body. He liked feeling more like her equal than her subordinate in most situation, but here he was intent on proving to her that HE was the man and she was (unquestionably) THE WOMAN, a private gesture of assertion on his part that was a component in his larger campaign of making certain that Nabiki never again took him in any way for granted. Having already proved to her that he was a formidable fighter, worthy of respect on the battlefield, he was intent on asserting his dominance here while spiking his wife's competitive nature, knowing full well that retribution on her behalf would somewhere soon be in the offing.

In truth he did not mind losing to her in this sort of an encounter, just as long as he got his own licks in and made her aware that he was worthy of being her husband.

Of that, Nabiki had no doubts whatsoever. This was the man she had dreamed of one day taking to bed, and it was such a delight to find that her dreams were not in vain. Far too many young girls waited until their wedding night to find out what type of lovers their husbands would be, "saving themselves," as they would foolishly call it on that mistaken Japanese belief that a girl had to be virtuous until her wedding night. This often left boys in a confused state of constant arousal with little real experience by which to refine and measure their prowess, and as a result they would be far too eager and unsure of what they were doing when they got to handle a girl. Many a newly made wife was no doubt disappointed on discovering that the "man of their dreams" only knew how to pleasure himself and had little real idea of what he needed to do to satisfy her needs during lovemaking.

Ah, to live back in the Feudal era where a different (pre-McArthur and pre-Christian) standard for performance was in play, when fathers knew to take their young sons to houses of the "Willow World" of prostitution, whereupon they would receive expert instruction from professional concubines who knew their business and could teach a boy to "stand up and behave" to their satisfaction. Girls traditionally practiced with other girls in order to learn how to enjoy sex batter, thus insuring that they would not be limp and lifeless "virgins" on their wedding night (though to the medieval mindset, a girl was only a virgin if she had yet to make love to a man, a polite bit of fiction that had resulted in many a happy and productive marriage).

Somehow Ranma had managed to overcome the temptations of the modern world and remained "unspoiled" in that one most productive area of lovemaking and pleasure. It was amazing how much of his time and focus he devoted to satisfying her needs, and how expertly he seemed to read her subtle hints to know just what to do to bring her the most pleasure. It made Nabiki feel like the luckiest girl in all of Japan (though she knew full well that Shampoo would dispute her on that point) and reminded her of her own first time as a man in bed with a woman (whom he had unknowingly just wed), being somewhat inebriated yet having an instinctive understanding of what he had to do to make Shampoo cum like there was no tomorrow. Obviously she had been quite successful on her first time out (as testified by the fact that Shampoo had insisted on remaining in their marriage) and it gave her no little measure of pride and pleasure to think that she could be such an accomplished lover…but now she had to concede (however grudgingly) that Ranma was far better than herself in that department. Ranma knew how to make her body sing, and as such she did not mind so much his brazen attempts to put her into a subordinate and (temporarily) submissive position.

As someone who felt comfortably aware of her own body, Nabiki had to marvel that his hands seemed to know just where to go to get her going. She was helpless putty in his hands so long as he had that damned infernal understanding of how to work her nervous system, and though it stung her pride to have to admit that she was effectively at his mercy, she was more than content to bide her time and wait until opportunity came, at which point she would happily reassert her place as their dominant sex partner. Ranma knew too well that she would never entirely submit, and no doubt he was counting on her to give back as good as she was getting, nor would he be disappointed in that respect as she plotted her revenge and savored the sweet prospect of her impending triumph.

"Damn!" she gasped as she came once again, the only coherent noise that she had been able to make for the past several minutes. Ranma held her until the electricity in her body subsided and the tide began to recede from her shores, and then she moaned aloud, "You're good…"

"Thanks," he leered as ne nuzzled her earlobe, "I had good help."

"Flatterer," she grinned impulsively between gulps of air then gasped, "Where did you learn to do all this? It's like you've been practicing without me…"

"Just learning some new techniques on the sly," Ranma chuckled at the hint of jealousy in her voice, "What's the matter, did you think I'd cheat on you in practice?"

"I don't know," Nabiki mused, "You and Kaoih did seem pretty tight…"

"Hey, she's my sister," Ranma protested, "You don't honestly think I'd do anything with her, do you? Besides, it was that Ryu guy she was after, and she never made any secret about the fact that she was probably screwing him on the sidelines, lucky dog…"

"What was that?" Nabiki asked archly.

"Ah…well…" Ranma said, "Sis…Kaoih-chan is a pretty talented girl…so I guess she must know stuff that would blow the mind of a clueless type like Ryu…"

"Now who's sounding jealous?" Nabiki countered.

"Hey, it's like I told you," Ranma reassured, "She's my sister…you don't honestly believe I'd think about her that way, do you?"

"Hmmm…" Nabiki's mind briefly filled with an image of Kaoih in the middle of a three-way "sandwich" with Ryu on one and Ranma on the other, her husband sliding his man-meat in and out of her mouth while Ryu humped her ass like there was no tomorrow. For some odd reason the thought of this got her very…excited…

"Nope," she said aloud as her mind reversed positions and she pictured Ranma humping Kaoih's ass while Ryu got the blow-job, "Can't picture it at all, Ranma-kun. Like you say, she is your sister."

"See?" Ranma said, relieved that she was not pressuring him on the issue since Ranma had long been VERY MUCH aware of the fact that Kaoih was a beautiful and desirable girl-even after learning the truth of their relationship together, "I'd never cheat on you…it wouldn't be safe, let alone healthy! That is…except maybe with Perfume-chan…"

"AHAH!" Nabiki crowed in triumph, "I thought you two did something behind my back! Fess up, Mister…just what did that axe-happy Amazon do that turned you into such an expert on a woman's body?"

"Ah…well…" Ranma hesitated, "She, um…offered herself to me as a kind of…um…practice dummy on which to practice those…techniques that were outlined on the scroll the old leach gave me…"

"The Scroll of Love by the Taoist Sage Wang Ho?" Nabiki replied, "The one that compared a woman's body to the tree of life?"

"Yeah, that one," Ranma blinked, "How did you find out about all that?"

"I…asked Perfume about it nicely," Nabiki said evasively, her mind roving back to an incident that took place a short time after the conclusion of her challenge match with Ranma…

FLASHBACK!

"Help!" Perfume protested, "Ucchan…get me down from here!"

"No way, Sugar," Ukyo growled as she critically examined her Amazon wife, who was presently hanging naked and upside down by her ankles from one of the support beams of the dojo, bound with ropes that held the Enforcer both motionless and helpless before the scrutiny of her fellow fiancées of Saotome Ranma, "You're staying up there until you talk. Now…what did you do with Ranchan and why is he now such an expert on pleasuring a woman?"

"I just helped him out by giving him a few pointers," Perfume wailed plaintively, "I didn't screw with him…you've got to believe me!"

"Why should we?" Nabiki asked reasonably, "You have to have dome something more than just give him pointers. When I fought with Ranchan he was able to hit me in places I can't even describe, and I thought I was going to wet myself for a while there, and Ranma didn't even bat an eyelash when I flashed my tits his way! Are you telling us now that you didn't actually screw him?"

"No way!" Perfume insisted, her long brown hair brushing the floor as she vigorously shook her head in a negatory manner, "I know you've got first rights at him, Nabiki! Shampoo…you know me…would I screw a guy behind your backs?"

"That all depend," Shampoo said non-committaly, "Is better to talk now, Cousin, and come clean on what you do with Ranma. Amazons who cheat on co-wives go to very bad place! Is better to confess, get off of chest and no have to worry about conscience."

"So, what's it going to be, Per-chan?" Nabiki smiled in a way that set the Enforcer to some serious sweating, "Are you going to tell us just exactly what it was you did with Ranchan to make him so confident around girls…or am I going to have to resort to…this?"

She held up an object in her hand and immediately brought a raising (or rather lowering) of eyebrows to the sensitive Enforcer, "You wouldn't dare…!"

"Try me," Nabiki smiled, and proceeded to use the feather by teasing and stimulating one of Perfume's bared nipples.

Perfume gasped at the unexpected contact, her hypersensitive nervous system reacting to the soft caress as though it were a roughened piece of terrycloth being plied against her.

"And if you think that's something, try this," Ukyo leered as she held up another feather and proceeded to ease Perfume's other highly tactile nipple, causing Perfume to writhe and groan as though she were being stroked with a lash.

"Hmmm…" Shampoo held up an ostrich feather and said, "Now where do Shampoo begin? So many places on womans' body that feather make feel nice…"

"I'LL TALK!" Perfume cried out, "I'll tell you anything! Just…stop that, please!"

The feathers were withdrawn, giving Perfume a moment of respite in which to heave a sigh of intense relief (not that the feathers were unpleasant, but it was embarrassing to suffer like that in front of her Airen).

"All right," Nabiki said, "Talk…spill the beans. What did you and Ranchan do together?"

"I….stripped down naked and told him that he could use me…as a practice dummy…"

The feathers returned, tickling and teasing Perfume so much that she was reduced to helpless giggling that lasted all of a few seconds.

"QUIT THAT!" she cried out, "I was telling you the truth!"

"All right then," Ukyo growled, "So…what did you allow Ranma to do to you anyway?"

"I let him…touch me," Perfume winced slightly, as though expecting a renewed assault by the feathers.

"Him touch you…how?" Shampoo asked.

"With his hands…just his hands, dammit!" Perfume insisted, only to pause before adding, "And…well…maybe he did kind of use his fingers…"

"And?" Nabiki asked, keeping the menacing feather at the ready.

"Ah…well…" Perfume tried to swallow, only to find it difficult to do in an inverted position, "Maybe I also let him…um…well…suckle me…but that's as far as it went! There was no dick involved, I swear it!"

"You swear it," Ukyo repeated, "You let Ranchan play with you and suck on your nipples…and that's it? You sure he didn't…?"

"What?" Perfume asked, "You think he went down on me?"

"If know you, Cousin," Shampoo replied, "Then say yes."

"Ah…" Perfume swallowed again, "Well…okay…maybe one time I did…kind of spread my legs and let him…um…use his mouth…but I swear to you guys, I didn't let him fuck me!"

"You mean you didn't go in for full coitus?" Nabiki asked.

"No!" Perfume insisted, then shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't have to…I came enough when he ate me out…"

The feathers were upon her once again, and it was a good several minutes before Perfume was able to stop laughing.

"So let me see if I have this right," Nabiki said when the feathers were withdrawn once again, "You allowed Ranma to touch and fondle your body so that he would have a better sense of a woman's anatomy, and he'd feel less shy about seeing a woman naked? And then you encouraged him to play with you and got you off with his tongue…"

"But he didn't screw me with his man-thing!" Perfume insisted, "I insisted we wouldn't go that far because I knew he wanted to have you that way, not me. After all, of all of us, you're the one who's the most in need of a good screwing, Tendo…"

In retrospect Perfume realized that this was not the most tactful thing to say, given their relative positions, and she was not at all surprised when those feathers started coming at her in places heretofore never before explored, and she almost passed out after laughing her head off for the next several minutes, but at last the feathers relented, leaving her a hysterical gasping wreck, hanging like a limp piece of meat for the crows to peck after.

"You may be right about that," Nabiki conceded, "And-if true-then I suppose that I might, MIGHT somehow forgive you. But still I need to understand something else…such as HOW did Ranma get to know so much about a woman's pleasure centers that he could overwhelm me with those damned caresses!"

"It was…" Perfume coughed as her hysterical peals of laughter finally subsided, "…The scroll…the old pervert Master…gave him…"

"What scroll?" Ukyo asked.

"The Scroll of the Tree of Knowledge," Perfume replied, "You know the old legend about how the first Amazon woman ate of the fruit and gained insight into the lore of the Universe, Shampoo?"

"Aiyaa!" her fellow Amazon reacted, "Is old legend about how Amazon learn secret techniques of body and foolishly teach them to husband…you saying forbidden scroll actually exist?"

"It exists all right," Perfume confirmed, "The old Leach had it and he gave it to Ranma."

"What is this forbidden scroll stuff?" Ukyo asked, "And what does it have to do with Ranchan?"

"Plenty," Perfume replied, "The scroll contains a chart that equates the body with a tree and shows exactly how the nervous system is arranged inside a woman's body with ki points illustrated and a lengthy description included on the effects of each and every one of them. They…can be pretty damned effective, let me tell you, as you found out for yourself, Nabiki…"

"And you allowed him to practice them on you," Nabiki sagely noted.

"Oh yeah," Perfume averred with a round-eyed memory of what it felt like to be used as a "practice dummy" by Saotome, "We figured my hypersensitive nervous system would help him to know when a certain combination of Shiatsu centers would create the right effect or not…and we worked out the level of intensity that he'd need to use on somebody as tough and hardened as you, Tendo. You can judge for yourself how much he learned in that one afternoon practice session."

"Um…" Nabiki coughed, flush with the memories of the sensations Ranma had instilled in her body, "Yeah…guess maybe I can give the boy a few gold stars on that…"

"But I don't understand," Ukyo said, "If these techniques can instill pleasure in a woman's body, then why are they called forbidden techniques?"

"Is because legend say that man who master scroll gain irresistible power over all womans," Shampoo replied, "Elders judge it no belong in hands of any man…is too dangerous and give too much power to husbands."

"You mean to say that it was originally an Amazon lost art?" Nabiki asked, "And Happosai stole it from you guys?"

"Yeah, big surprise that, huh?" Perfume answered, "Originally it was created by the great Taoist Sage, Wang Ho, who mastered his techniques while plying the imperial concubines of the Forbidden City. He then presented the scroll to the Emperor to procure his favor and…well…um…talk his way out of having a date with the headman's axe. Legend has it that the Emperor went on to father many sons but eventually died of exhaustion after a night in which he pleasured every single one of his wives and concubines in one mass marathon orgy session. Wang Ho is supposed to have gone up against the Amazon sorceress known as Vibrate and spontaneously combusted shortly after exhausting her, which is how we Amazons originally learned of the scroll's existence."

"Aiyaa," Shampoo continued, "Legend also go on to say about nine valiant Amazon warriors chosen by Elders to find scroll, which fall into hand of Prince Pol Long of Imperial Court, renegade son of Emperor who no become Emperor after father. Story say each warrior try hand against Pol Long and succumb to his mastery, all save warrior named Frigid, who hold out long enough to apply Amazon Glom of Nookie of Death technique…"

"Nookie of Death Technique?" Ukyo repeated, "You've got to be kidding!"

"Oh no," Perfume replied, "It is very effective. An Amazon will only use the Nookie Technique on a husband who has gone astray, and it's dangerous to use because it sometimes winds up damaging the guy and has even been known to rip off his…"

"I…think I get the picture, thank you," Nabiki replied nervously, then paused before glancing at Shampoo, "You, um…wouldn't happen to know that one, would you, Sham-chan?"

"Airen," the Amazon smiled back sweetly, "That would be telling."

As Nabiki unconsciously crossed her legs and swallowed nervously, Ukyo asked, "Just how powerful are these techniques anyway if you guys call them forbidden?"

"Powerful enough that if Ranma wanted to screw both Keiko and Kodachi, they wouldn't even put up a fight," Perfume replied, "And that goes double for Akane."

"That good?" Nabiki arched her eyebrows, then frowned, "And you let Ranma practice this stuff on you."

"Um…right," Perfume replied nervously, all too aware of her vulnerable position.

"I guess that means we've got to get that scroll away from Ranma," Ukyo reasoned.

"Good luck," Perfume replied, "He committed the thing to memory and then gave it to Ryoga, who also committed it to memory. Afterwards, Ryoga gave it as a present to that Ryu guy…said he'd know what to do with it, and I'm pretty sure by now that Kaoih has a good idea how effective that scroll is…"

"I see," Nabiki said as she reached out a hand and caressed one of Perfume's breasts, fondling it as she uncomfortably did a size comparison and confirmed for a fact that both of the Enforcer's breasts were substantially larger than her own decently well-sized bosoms, "Then maybe you can teach us what you know about these Shiatsu pressure-centers, and how they work on a woman's body. You wouldn't mind us practicing them out on you, would you, Per-chan?"

"Um…" Perfume tried swallowing again, "N-N-No…I guess I wouldn't mind…too much…if it's all right with Ukyo…"

"You already know what I've got to say to that, Sugar," Ukyo leered as she plied a hand to Perfume's other large and upended bosom, "Just show us what Ranchan did to you and everything will be all right again."

Perfume gasped at the double fondling, then opened her eyes with dismay as she felt another hand playing with robes that currently split the Enforcer's clean-shaven beaver, and to her dismay she found that it was Shampoo who was toying with her exposed labia, prompting Perfume to ask, "Cousin?"

"You share technique with Shampoo, yes?"

Perfume gulped, then in a slightly higher pitched voice said, "S-S-Sure…no problem! Ah…could you guys let me down from here? The blood's rushing to my head, and I'm starting to lose feeling in my feet…"

"Take her down."

The strongly assertive male voice caused all four fiancées to turn their heads to stare at the opening of the dojo, in which Ranma stood there staring at them with mild disapproval in his expression.

"Ranchan?" Nabiki smiled, "What a coincidence, we were just thinking about you…"

"Yeah, I kinda guessed that," the boy said sardonically, "Let Perfume down now…she ain't done nothing wrong to deserve this. You guys want to know the technique? I'll be happy to show you."

"Show us what, Ranchan?" Ukyo asked as she examined him critically.

"Just this," Ranma replied, and like a blur he moved forward, his hands in motion before even Nabiki could react, and one second later all three girls were writhing on the floor, their bodies convulsing in spasms of convulsive pleasure, even Ukyo, who was considerably pregnant.

A slash of his hand severed the ropes binding Perfume, and then Ranma gently eased the girl into his arms, cradling her there as he asked, "Are you all right?"

"Oh…oooooohhhh…" Perfume gasped as she felt circulation returning to formerly constricted parts of her body, "I-I think so…yes…"

"Here, let me get you inside and I'll massage you back to normal," Ranma replied, turning a slightly disapproving look Nabiki's way, "And I'll be back to undo what I just did to you guys in another minute or two…just think about that the next time you want to pick on a poor girl who just happened to want to do me a favor."

Perfume decided not to argue as she allowed herself to be carried by a man…by her HUSBAND, she self-corrected…while her fellow fiancées continued to convulse upon the floor in waves of intense pleasure that left even Shampoo reeling with ecstasy, wholly unable to help herself as she felt the need to finger her sex and play with her own bosoms. Nabiki was in much the same state, while Ukyo curled into a ball and just allowed her body to go through the motions of a near-orgasm. The three of them had little time to think up anything clever to say or even to contemplate retribution, but all of them hoped that Ranma would be returning to them soon to bring them off for real before they wet themselves from so much helpless writhing…

"You don't play fair, Ranchan," Nabiki accused with a smile, "And you're such a party pooper…"

"Sorry if I broke up your fun," Ranma replied, "But it was definitely un-cool what you were doing to poor Perfume-chan."

"You like her, don't you?" Nabiki asked.

"Of course I like her," Ranma chuckled, "I married her, didn't I? Oh yeah…and I married you too…and Ukyo, and Shampoo…"

"Guess I can't blame you for that, huh?" Nabiki chuckled, "Wanna know a secret? I wasn't really jealous of you…I was jealous for Perfume. She's such a Hottie…I've always held back from thinking about her that way because she's been Ukyo's wife, and I know how sensitive she is with her nervous system, plus she turns into a…you know…"

"A cat?" Ranma asked, then put his arm around and hugged her as he felt his lady love shudder, "Hey, no worries there, but you know that Perfume was telling the truth…she and I hadn't really…well…done this yet…" and he wiggled his hips to remind her of his manhood, which was still deeply buried in her sex, and hardening nicely as he thought about Perfume and the great deal of fun that they had yet to do together.

"Just the same," Nabiki insisted as she tensed the muscles of her vagina once again to partially constrict his member, "I want to know everything you do about those pressure techniques…it's no fair you having such an advantage on me, and I want to know how I can do the same thing back at you, husband."

"Suffer," he chuckled, "You think I want to give it up that easy? You're gonna have to do some serious negotiations if you wanna learn how to play the game, Tendo."

"Oh, so that's how it is?" Nabiki leered, "Then I guess I'm just going to have to raise the stakes a little!"

"Like how?" Ranma asked as he nuzzled his wife's earlobe.

"Like this," she smiled as she braced her legs and rolled out from the encirclement of his arms, surrendering his manhood temporarily as she got on her knees then came back at him, straddling him again with the full length of her supple body.

"Hey!" Ranma protested as she effectively pinned him down to the mattress.

"You're gonna learn first hand what I know about making love, Saotome," Shampoo leered like a great cat eyeing its prey, "This is something Shampoo taught me a while back…but first let's get you firmed up a bit so you'll be in full swing for your part of the frenzy."

With that she slid down the length of his belly and brought her hands around his partially limp manhood, rubbing the shaft up and down to make it swell once again before bringing her head into play, putting his "head" up to her lips for encirclement before she started to take him in part way, bogging up and down slightly as she slid more and more of his lubricated member into her mouth right up to and beyond the gateway of her tonsils.

The effect was to cause Ranma's eyes to screw up in his face and then he leaned back with his shoulder blades digging a trench out of the mattress. He had long known his wife had an oral fixation, but now he knew beyond question how much Nabiki loved to always have something in her mouth to play with, and it caused him to shudder and moan with anticipation, silently granting that this particular technique was MOST effective in rendering a man as helpless as an infant…

Ukyo stared in blank-eyed amazement as Shampoo completed her two-hundredth push-up, rising up and down with her large (and barely constrained) breasts lowering down to the deck until the nipples touched the smoothly lacquered wood, then up she rose again, taking a deep breath as she again and again repeated this over.

"Wow," Ukyo marveled, mesmerized by the sight of the Amazon's chest bouncing off the deck like a pair of twin beach balls.

"Cousin Shampoo certainly is serious about regaining her figure," Perfume noted, "Guess she doesn't want to be left too far behind with our co-wife and husband."

"Guess I can't blame her for that," Ukyo admitted as she held the baby in her arms at the mother's request, "Sure feels strange to think of it…all four of us married to the same guy and sharing him together…including you, Per-chan."

"Ahm…well…" Perfume colored an appropriate shade of crimson.

"To tell you the truth, I never thought you'd ever go along with this," Ukyo remarked, "I used to think you hated guys…"

"Well…not hate…not exactly," Perfume shrugged, "And I still think most men are jerks, but…not Ranma…he's…quite the exception."

"I'll bet," Ukyo smirked, "With that head-start you got on the rest of us…"

"Um…well…" Perfume colored once again.

"You never did explain to me exactly HOW FAR you got with Ranchan," Ukyo purred dangerously, "And I have asked you repeatedly, and nicely…"

"Ah…" Perfume turned her sapphire eyes upon the woman she loved more than her own life and tried to think up a good explanation…when all of a sudden she found Shampoo leaning over her with a too-too ingratiating leer.

"Yes, Cousin," the Amazon cooed, "You mind explain to Shampoo how you decide get even with great-grandmother by helping Ranma train to defeat Shampoo Airen?"

"Ah…well…" the Enforcer winced.

"Guess we're just gonna have to resort to hard methods with you again, Sugar," Ukyo purred with a particularly cat-like expression, "And since Ranchan has forbidden us using the rough-stuff, I asked Sham-chan here if she'd care to demonstrate some of her Amazon techniques for working out a full confession…and I've given her full permission to do anything she likes with you, so you behave and be a good girl with your Cousin."

"Huh?" Perfume blinked at her wife, "You want me to do…wha-ulp?" she asked as she was hauled to her feet by Shampoo, who took a firm grip of her arm to insure her cooperation.

"We go back to room and you let Shampoo teach you lesson," Shampoo openly leered, surprising Perfume as she had heretofore never suspected her adopted cousin of harboring those types of emotions towards her…but which now seemed to be plainly written on her features like an unspoken promise.

Ukyo got to her feet with some effort, holding little Lylac in her arm as said, "Since I'm too heavy to have fun with you in the usual way, I'm gonna sit back and watch you two play together…and you'd better believe I'm gonna enjoy this."

"Ah…well…" Perfume said reluctantly, "If that's the way you want it to be, Airen…awp!"

She staggered along as Shampoo drew her in the direction of their cabin, Ukyo following as best she was able with a pleasant chuckle and a leer as she said, "Oh yeah…that's definitely how I want it…Airen…"

"Oho," Beatrice remarked as she saw an icon flashing in the corner of her monitor screen, then typed in a few commands that caused a smaller framed window to open up and reveal the sight of Ukyo and Shampoo dragging Perfume off to her fate, "Good thing I programmed a second bug to keep an eye for possible movement of that particular party. Looks like fun and games are about to break out with the rest of the party…"

She suddenly felt Alison's arms go around her from behind as her redheaded wife cooed into her ear, "Who cares? Let's go to bed together…I'm feeling too horny to play voyeur anymore."

"Your suggestion is…duly noted," Beatrice replied with a slightly husky voice as she felt Alison's hands play with her already bared bosoms, "Just let me set things up to record…a good thing that I installed a second recordable DVD player…"

"Oh yeah," Alison leered, "I definitely want to watch the fun on that end…later, okay?"

"Indubitably," Beatrice set the second DVD to record, then got to her feet with great haste and turned her attentions to the beautiful pregnant girl who was having her baby. They kissed with loving passion and great ardor while stumbling off in the direction of their reinforced steel-framed waterbed, upon which they both collapsed without missing a beat in their efforts at denuding what was left of the clothing on their bodies and going at it with a gusto that easily rivaled the activities that they were recording…and all along the fly on the wall kept busily absorbing vast amounts of data as Ranma and Nabiki continued their passionate wrestling match, each one seeking to top the other when it came to degrees of pleasurable excitement…

At the moment Ranma had regained the upper hand, having his wife turned face-first towards the bedsheets while he used his fingers and lips to stimulate her into a receptive state of mind, and-once this had been achieved-began to slip a finger or two up her nether passageway, providing lubrication for her anus, which took Nabiki somewhat by surprise as she had not expected Ranma of wanting to go there at this state of their lovemaking frenzy.

"Hey…what are you…OOOH!" Nabiki grunted as she felt three fingers go up into her hind region and begin to play around, testing this opening to insure that it was sufficiently lubricated.

"Surely I don't have to tell you that," Ranma chuckled, "You get to do this with Shampoo often enough that she openly boasts about what a ride she can give you…well, now it's my turn…"

"To fuck me in the ass?" Nabiki replied, not actually protesting as she considered the prospect, "Um…well…I guess turnabout's fair play, but…I've never taken anything up-THERE! HEY-what are you trying to do, fit your whole hand up there?"

"Just making sure you're wide enough," Ranma smiled before bringing his love-pole into play and vacating the entrance that had been prepared by his sensitive fingers.

Nabiki's eyes got round as she felt the tip of his member enter her, and then she felt him press his ramrod-hard organ deeper into her nether-shaft, poling her with gentle but inevitable momentum as though he were about to impale her on his love-spear. Nabiki's expression was one of surprised disbelief as Ranma began to fill her all the way, and it felt as if more of him was still coming, while she strained at the bit trying to accommodate an even deeper degree of full penetration.

"Fantastic," Ranma smiled once he was all the way in, "A perfect fit! You took that like you've been riding a pole all your life, Tendo, that's my very good girl…" and he spanked her fanny just to add a special tease to his gesture.

"Yowlp!" Nabiki gasped, then growled over her shoulder, "I take back any apology I gave earlier…you're still a barbarian, Saotome."

"Maybe so," Ranma leered, "But can any old barbarian do…this…?"

And with that he began to move around and work his member into her opening, causing Nabiki to grunt and grip the bed sheets as she hung on for dear life. Ranma had not only filled her to capacity but was grinding his shaft against the inner wall lining of her rectum, producing even more surprising results than when he had done the same thing to her vulva, which of course drove Nabiki wild with the sparks that shot up her spine and all throughout her body. It was, she realized, indeed much like what happened when she did this with Shampoo, only this time around she was the one being ridden while Ranma was impaling her and making her love him for it! The way he pulled slightly out before thrusting in created the feeling of genuine suction, and before too long Nabiki was writhing under this treatment as though she were a wild beast of prey being repeatedly stabbed by his member, almost like a hunter taking down his prey with the intent of running her through and hauling her to roast over an open fire like a suckling pig…a mental image that seemed inexplicable and strange to Nabiki even as she found herself growing increasingly excited.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Ranma mused as he gave her another affectionate pat on her fanny, "Well, there's more in store for you before we're done here, Tendo, and this is only just beginning!"

Nabiki believed him as he said this, all the while wondering what the other girls would make of seeing the mighty Tendo Nabiki being ass-fucked. Probably say she had it cumming, she smiled in rueful self-honesty, and most probably she had, not that she would openly come right out and admit it. Still and all she could not help imagining the smug look of satisfaction that Shampoo would give her in seeing the tables turned in such a graphic manner…

That brought to home to roost another question in Nabiki's mind…such as what exactly Shampoo would do to pass the time while waiting for Ranma to finish up with Nabiki? She doubted very much that her vivacious wife would just wait around and pine for her, but what other options would she have to provide herself with some entertainment? There was just a pregnant Ukyo and her adopted cousin…so what would Shampoo do for excitement…and did Nabiki honestly want to know the answer to that question? In a way she seriously doubted that would be the case…though she was free to speculate with an active imagination…

Not all that far away, imagination was taking hold of Shampoo as she drew Perfume into her arms and proceeded to undress the other girl with a single gesture that cast aside her string bikini. Shampoo had already shed hers by this point, causing her large and fulsome breasts to hang out fully in the open, so that when the two of them kissed, their hardening nipples touched together and mashed into one another. Ukyo smiled as she sat down on a sofa to admire these two excellent specimens of feminine pulchritude gently fondle and caress one another while their mouths hungrily attempted to devour one another and their tongues pressed ahead in a gentle, writhing insistence of oral penetration.

In truth, the idea of making out with Shampoo was not as foreign to Perfume's mind as she might have imagined. In many respects they were a perfect match for one another, having identical frames and equally generous "chest-fruit," their bodies homed to the peak of physical perfection while every element was well matched from one warrior girl to the other. In a way, it was almost like making out with her own reflection, a not altogether unpleasant concept as Perfume soon discovered, finding a surprisingly enthusiastic potential partner in Shampoo, whom she had always before admired in a way that was borderline platonic.

Shampoo was only too happy to get her hands on the other girl, having long admired Perfume from a distance. Her cousin had always seemed too fragile in many way for Shampoo to have risked doing this in the past, but lately Perfume had been "toughened up" to withstand things that normally would have caused her great agony, and that emboldened Shampoo to be more aggressive than she might otherwise have been, having hungered too long for the warmth of such delightful feminine contact that could almost rival Nabiki in terms of blissful womanly bounty…

For Ukyo, it was like gazing on a pair of identical bookends, the color of their hair and minor differences in their features being the only thing that made one Amazon stand out from the other. Just watching them hold and fondle one another like that was making Ukyo feel altogether…excited! She wondered why she had never asked them to perform like this before, knowing full well how much she would love to climb into the middle of such a sandwich and be devoured by both girls with equal gusto and abandon!

Shampoo made a discovery that she had never realized until that moment, namely that she had always on some level loved Perfume without necessarily having been in love with her until this moment. They were childhood playmates and best friends, after a fashion, but until now they had never been afforded an opportunity to express this together, but now that they had, neither one was about to let the opportunity slip away of expressing how much they deeply appreciated one another's friendship and support. They really did feel good in one another's arms, as though they had been doing this for years and just needed a little time to get back into the practice of screwing one another's brains out!

To say the least, they felt passionately well-committed to this worthy endeavor, as Ukyo soon discovered to her most delightfully voyeuristic enthusiasm. So, like a couple of starving wildcats in heat, they got down to the serious business of fondling, cupping and tonguing one another as they sank to the floor without so much as a low murmur. Once spread out on the rug, Shampoo took the initiative of sliding her mouth down Perfume's supple body, taking care to stroke and pleasure each nerve cluster that she could encounter while judging the effectiveness of her technique by the groans and sighs that she received from her cousin-turned lover.

Ukyo just sighed as she settled somewhat uncomfortable onto the sofa, having set the sleepy little Lylac down in her cradle, which rested on a coffee table by the door, with easy reach. Her own hands were now playing with her sex beneath her bikini bottoms, a faint groan elicited from her parted lips as she saw Shampoo all but savage the hypersensitive girl with an artfulness, skill, and cunning that vastly exceeded Ukyo's own modest techniques, proving once and for all that the purple haired beauty was indeed well-versed in the arts of pleasure.

For Shampoo this was a moment of exultation, not merely because she was realizing a private fantasy of many years vintage, but also because it marked her liberation from the handicaps that motherhood had imposed upon her for the better part of a year. She loved being a mother and had every intention of being one again when it came time to give a child to her new husband, Ranma, but until that time was reached she intended to satisfy her pent-up desires in every way imaginable, which meant that she would begin with Perfume and work her way upward from there. Already she was scheming to find a way of carrying their lovemaking on into the next room where she could even then hear Ranma and Nabiki at play, then the four of them would go at it hammer and tongs while Ukyo watched and grew ever more horny.

Of course, it was her ultimate aim to one day have Ukyo in the clench as the notorious "Spatula Girl" had been looking better and better to her of late, and not just because of the bloom brought about by maternity. There was just something about Ukyo Kuonji-Saotome that appealed to Shampoo like an open invitation that read "Fuck me!"

Of course, first things first…she had to concentrate on seeing to it that Perfume was satisfied, and once her cousin was indeed a well-satisfied girl, then Shampoo could move on to plotting a double Amazon assault upon their husband and co-wife (who was also a husband in her own right, a fact that Shampoo had every intention of using to her full advantage).

For Perfume, the revelation that Shampoo could not only desire her but mean as much as she did to the Enforcer was coupled with the realization that Shampoo's expertise in sex was partially the result of her early romance with their friend Lotion, a girl whom they both had desired, yet only Shampoo had ever known as a lover. Shampoo was arguably the most experienced of the four of them when it came to these sorts of sexual antics, and it showed considerably with the way she seemed to anticipate with uncanny precision the ways in which she could induce a state of complete and utter arousal in Perfume, for which sake the Enforcer had no complaints whatsoever! If anything she was delighted to have her cousin make love to her in such an intensive manner…it was almost like being that much closer to Lotion herself, to enjoy the results of such skilled and arduous training.

That Shampoo lavished much attention on her breasts was certainly not to be marveled at as Perfume (rather immodestly) was proud of her physique and the way her body had matured over the seasons. Shampoo herself had a superb build that was very much worth the exploration, but Perfume decided to bide her time and allow Shampoo to take the lead at this stage of the game. Of course, the formidable axe-woman had a surprise of her own in store to turn the tables on her cousin when the appropriate moment should happen to surface.

After all, Perfume had been the model upon which Ranma had practiced his lovemaking maneuvers, and she remembered vividly and with great detail the ways in which he had best stimulated her own body to a heightened state of arousal, and she knew exactly where to attack another woman's nervous system to induce similar convulsions. She smiled like the lazy cat that she was and licked her lips in anticipation, looking forward to the moment when she would unleash her own Senken upon Shampoo and reduce the purple haired girl into a quivering mass of pulsating love juices, at which point Perfume would feast upon her sex and drink deep of the nectar of her much-beloved adopted cousin.

Even as she thought this, however, it was Shampoo whose lips had found their way to her vaginal entrance, and with great skill and dexterity of tongue, finger and hand she began to prod and stimulate Perfume to a state of excitation, at which point the Enforcer forgot about all else but savoring the feeling on the other woman's tongue as Shampoo plunged it deep into her love crevice and brought it up again to caress the nub of her clitoris…at which point Perfume's mind went white and she cried out in delight, arching her feet against the floor for better leverage as she made an offering of her sex to the hungry lips of her purple haired ravisher.

Ukyo saw Shampoo bring her wife off with a gasp, moved by the heartfelt way in which Perfume's beautiful face contorted with her orgasm. The sight alone was enough to bring Ukyo off as her fingers frantically diddled her own sex, and soon her cries were joining those of Perfume, even as the greedy sounds of Shampoo slurping up the other girl's juices filled the air like the fragrant scent of honeydew and nectar.

Little Lylac, half-asleep from the drowsy state that she had fallen into from the combination of sun and feeding, briefly opened her eyes and wondered what was making that peculiar noise, and why it reminded her so much of her Aunt Perfume, who sounded as if she were being slowly-tortured…

And-in the room adjacent to this cabin-Ranma paused in the act of plunging his manhood into Nabiki once again as he turned and said, "That sounded like Perfume. You think she and Ucchan are back already?"

"I don't know," Nabiki called back from where she was straddling the sheets, "But if you quit now, I'm going to be very disappointed with you, Ranma-kun."

"Heh," Ranma smiled as he resumed riding her ass, "Far be it from me to disappoint you, Nabby."

"Nabby?" his newly claimed wife growled, "Oooohhh, you're gonna pay for that one, Mister…"

"Promises, promises," Ranma grinned, putting even more effort than before into seeing that his wife was good and properly ass-screwed, knowing full well that she was going to turn the tables on him once again at any minute…

And-unnoticed by one and all-the fly on the wall smiled an electronic grin that would have raised the eyebrows of its creator. Sometimes it was good to be intelligent enough to appreciate your own work, and like its system unit in the other room, it knew that its job was to preserve for posterity every instant of this lovemaking spectacle. It might not be intelligent to understand humans, but it did appreciate the facility of reproductive tools being employed in such a constructive endeavor.

Of course, it had its secondary functions to fulfill, and when it judged the moment right it would executed the designs of its creator, who only wanted what was best for a friend, and to that end it would soon release a specially designed nanobot that it would inject into Nabiki and-if theoretical models held true-then the fervent desire of its creator's friend would be realizable at last, or so went the hopes of the teenaged genius, Beatrice Daitokuji…

Continued

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