Project A-Ko Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Honeymoon Hentai ❯ Eye of the Tigress... ( Chapter 2 )

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.

Alison (Eiko) Kent Managi Daitokuji (Try saying that three times fast, I double-dare you!) was pleasantly taking advantage of the currently prone state of her roommate slash partner-slash-"wife," the redoubtable platinum blonde haired certified (and certifiable) genius, Beatrice (Biko) Kane Daitokuji Managi, by placing her mouth over the naked silver bush of her lady-love and going to town with a ready tongue that stabbed home at "Beiko's" split beaver. Beatrice arched her back and groaned as her "Aiko" ran her tongue up and down the inside pink folds of her labia, finding and uncovering the nub of her clitoris with uncanny skill and great determination, taking time to properly lubricate said clit before stabbing home again and plunging her tongue in deep for some methodical tongue-swirling. She was careful to stroke the edge of her oral digit along the edge of as many nerve clusters as she could find, causing Beatrice to stifle a gasp that promptly turned into a groan of complete and absolute surrender. This emboldened Alison to go even farther as she pressed her whole face into her lover's groin and used her nose to stimulate the clitoris, applying suction with her whole mouth around Beatrice's vulva and gently rubbing the edge up and down the inner lining of the genius's pussy, sending shockwaves of complete and absolute pleasure roiling all through Beatrice's body, causing her to scream loud enough to shake the rafters.

"Like that, huh?" Alison said between thirsty tongue-slurps, "Well, you've got more like it cumming to you, Bitch…you're gonna pay me back in spades for what you did to me Beiko…and I ain't gonna stop now if you beg me!"

"Oh yes…I surrender to you, Aiko," Beatrice gasped, "Do with me as you will…I deserve to be punished…OOOOHHH!!!"

"You've got that right," Alison chuckled before going down on her again and rendering unto Beatrice such a ravishing that the silver-haired girl could only moan and grip the bedsheets on their steel-reinforced waterbed, cumming in spurts with a climax that caused her mind to burst into electrical sparks like the ennui preceding a super-nova!

At last Alison was rewarded with the nectar that she so desperately craved, the incredibly palatable juicing of her lover's honey-sweet nectar, which for her had the flavor of ambrosia and transported her own mind to someplace just east of the Elysian Fields of Mount Olympus. She greedily devoured every drop of this salty-sweet ejaculation, delighting in the screams, moans, grunts, gasps and pleasurable sighs that escaped the lips of her sweet Beatrice. Such noises were the music of the spheres to her ears as she brought Beatrice off for a second climax that was like the aftershock to the first and further released whatever residual juice the genius still had to offer, rendering her momentarily dry as her stores of cum were temporarily exhausted…and even then Alison would not relent, knowing full well that her lady love owed her far more than a second helping.

"Enough…" Beatrice gasped, "I need to rest, Aiko…I'll give you more if you'll just let me…"

"No way, Bitch," Alison said in mild crudity, "I ain't satisfied yet, and I'm only just getting warmed up in taking my pound of flesh off your silky hide. Don't forget, I still owe you for this bun you put in my oven…"

Beatrice was hardly the type to complain about arousing such intensity in the woman whom she loved more than her life, but it was starting to feel as if Alison wanted to literally suck her all down in one take, and with her body's pleasurable stores of lubrication momentarily rung dry, the feeling of a tongue down there was starting to have the consistency of sandpaper. She desperately needed a break to get back her second wind and restore the proper resources of her all-too-human body.

Perhaps some observant Kami decided at that moment to take pity upon her, for the door to their apartment rang at just that very moment. Beatrice gasped in relief as Alison lifted her face from her much-abused loins and growled, "Now who the fuck can that be? Why do people always have to come by while I'm eating my dinner?"

"I don't know…" Beatrice all but sobbed with relief, "I don't recall inviting anyone…could it be a salesman?"

"He'll be a dead salesman if I get my hands on him," Alison growled as she got unsteadily back to her feet and pulled on a long T-shirt that just barely covered her distended abdomen, let alone her exposed crimson loins, which were just barely visible from beneath the lower edge, "You wait right here and don't move a muscle! I'm coming back to finish the job, and if I find out you moved, you're gonna get a spanking."

Despite the threat Beatrice could not help smiling. A spanking was certainly preferable to having her pelvis be ground like a pestle because of Alison's overly enthusiastic affections. Beatrice eyed her pregnant housemate and sighed in the delight of one who found life good, having finally won the affections (albeit with a twinge of resentment) of the great love of her life, and looking forward to any chance she might find to turn the tables back in her flavor. She licked her lips at the thought of ravishing the loins of the powerhouse redhead, knowing full well that to taste Alison was to drink from the manna of the heavens…

Alison was still growling resentfully at having her fun be spoiled (the only real fun she could have in a day, what with a thirty-pound weight-gain and a bowling ball in her tummy that sometimes kicked like a mule) just when she was on the verge of making Beatrice plead for mercy, but to her surprise, once she had all but torn the door open, she found not some unwelcome stranger standing there but rather four of her closest girlfriends from high school (well…technically anyway, one going to a neighboring school, but still a close friend, which was what really mattered), which prompted her to say, "Huh…you guys?"

"Hey," said Keiko Arigami, "What's shaking, girlfriend? Or should I make that…who?"

"Oh my," Kodachi mused, taking in Alison's relative state of underdress, "Did we come at a bad time?"

"That all depends," Alison replied, "Is there a bad time to cum?"

Akane colored a bit at the crude humor in that remark and said, "Sorry if we barged in on you and Beiko…we were hoping to stop by because…well…"

"It was my idea," explained Ryonami somewhat sheepishly, "I…kind of let slip that you and Beiko were going to keep tabs on the whereabouts of Sempai and Ranma on their honeymoon and…well…"

"Let me guess," Alison replied, "They strong-armed you into coming along to confirm this?"

"Well," Keiko grinned, "If it's not any real bother…we could come back another time, if you like."

"If you and Beatrice are involved in something…private and would rather not be crowded…" Kodachi said in tones that were polite and apologetic.

"Don't be silly," Beatrice herself remarked as she came into the room, having just tied a frilly laced bit of lingerie-styled robe around her delightfully lean body, "We could hardly object to a little company, if you are truly concerned about the activities of Nabiki and the rest. By all means cum inside…it's better than cumming on the outside."

Alison turned an annoyed look her way and said, "I thought I told you to stay in bed…"

Beatrice waved the point aside and said, "You can spank me later. What Ryo-chan and I have going on here is purely business, and these others are our friends, who no doubt are inordinately curious as to the present activities of Nabiki and Ranma."

"Well…yes…" Akane reluctantly conceded.

"Follow me," Beatrice urged as she turned and lead the way into the main living quarters of the apartment that she and Alison shared as a domestic "couple." Alison followed after her, eyeing the svelte backside of her "wife" and idly considered making use of a strap-on.

"Nice place," Keiko said politely, smiling as she took in the tell-tale signs of a well lived-in love nest, "Hope the rent's not too steep."

"It's adequate," Kodachi appraised, judging by a far more elevated standard.

"It gives us privacy and serves our basic needs," Beatrice replied, bringing them to a halt before her personal home computer desk, at which point she deactivated the screen-saver and restored the picture quality of a sight that immediately drew the interest of their houseguests.

"Say WHAT?" Akane marveled, seeing a camera-eyed view of a bed that was currently not being occupied, said occupants being backed up to a wall with Nabiki being supported entirely off the ground by a pussy-pounding Ranma.

"Oh MY!" Ryonami's eyes became almost as wide as an anime character, taking in the way Nabiki's bare feet were waving in the air while Ranma hammered away at her with his manhood pistoning in and out of her sex, Nabiki's back pressed firm against the wall as though she were being nailed there like a wall-hanging.

"Oh my indeed," Kodachi marveled, "I never would have thought Ranma could be so…enthusiastic!"

"You are getting all this, right?" Keiko asked.

"Hmmm," Beatrice turned and took notice of a flashing red icon in one corner of the screen, "I do believe that the disk is almost full. Time to plop in another one…wouldn't want to miss any significant portion of the action, especially as it seems that these two are about to go into extra innings."

"Man, look at them go at it," Alison marveled, "I thought they were doing it hot and heavy before, but that Saotome must be part Energizer Bunny or something…"

"How long have they been at it?" Ryonami asked with an astonished expression.

"Two hours at least," Beatrice replied as she popped out one disk and set another into the recording slot, then held up the completed CD diskette, "This will be the Master Copy, File One. It should provide us many quality copies for eventual distribution. I imagine the sales alone would be brisk for these honeymoon activities of our dearly beloved couple."

"You guys plan on selling these things around town?" Keiko asked, then brightened, "Do you take advanced orders? I want a copy!"

"Make that a double order," Kodachi added with polite enthusiasm.

"Guys!" Akane protested, "I can't believe that you'd violate Oneechan's privacy like this, let alone try to make a buck on it!"

"Does that mean you don't want a copy?" Alison asked with a smirk.

"Um…well…" Akane glanced down at the floor sheepishly, "I suppose…it wouldn't hurt to look…"

"These images are incredible," Ryonami marveled, "Everything that you said they would be…but how are you obtaining them?"

"Through the use of a cleverly designed spy camera that I have just now managed to plant remotely in their room," Beatrice replied, "It took me a while to iron out all of the (ahem) bugs in the system, and transporting the units did pose something of an initial problem until I devised a delivery system that could carry them to yon pleasure vessel, but I think that you will agree that the results more than exceed my fondest projections."

"In other words," Alison mused, "We've got a fly's eye view of these two lovebirds going at it, and neither one has a clue that we're eavesdropping."

"That's great, as far as it goes for Nab-chan and Ranma," Keiko mused, "But what about the rest of their merry crew of co-mates?"

Beatrice smiled and turned to a side-table upon which sat a portable laptop computer, flipping up the lid to reveal a flat-screen and activating this monitor to reveal another scene of carnal activity going in full motion.

"Oh WOW!" even Akane was impressed as they collectively stared at the sight of a brown haired Amazon girl presently locked in a clench with her purple-haired cousin, the one straddling the other while their mouths were buried in their mutual mounds in a classic "69" position, and the sound of hungry lapping, groaning and munching punctuating the air while an ecstatic (and QUITE pregnant) Ukyo sat on a couch and watched, playing her hands over her breasts and loins as she looked to be on the verge of her own profuse orgasm…

Perfume was in heaven and delighting in the sweet, pungent flavor of Shampoo's sex, even as she was delighting from the ingenious ways in which her adopted cousin was ravaging her own tender mound, the both of them munching away with contented bliss as their bodies slowly built up to yet another wave of mutually intense climax. Being at Shampoo's mercy, while having her purple haired lover at her mercy, was the sweetest accomplishment of her life (saving only for having impregnated her Ucchan) and she was not about to surrender a single moment of this delight, knowing full well that they were putting on a good show for her wife, which doubled Perfume's pleasure and made her want to cum and cum in sheer buckets!

Shampoo was delighted to savor the taste of her sex-kittenish cousin, having long dreamed of what Perfume's flavor would be since their days of innocent youth long past. Having Perfume at her mercy was the fulfillment of a faint and vainly hoped for wish that had been borne with the discovery that the young Enforcer was in love with the same woman as Shampoo. Had Lotion not vanished from their lives, it was very likely that Shampoo would have proposed such a sharing relationship…a choice that obviously did not please their great-grandmother, and hence their forced separation.

Perfume was a source of surprising delights for Shampoo, who had not herself realized until that moment how much she had intensely longed for any excuse to grow this much closer to her childhood playmate-slash-sparring partner. There had always been a quality about Perfume that had drawn Shampoo to her…a vulnerability, a need to be loved that matched the intensity of Shampoo's own need to be held and cuddled. Now that she finally had an "excuse" to take Perfume into her arms and make love to her, she intended to waste not a single moment of their time together. Their gleeful "69" posture was but the first of many that she hoped to try, and with Perfume this enthusiastic about sharing intimacy, it was very likely that they would soon exhaust the Kama Sutra and not even come close to expending the full measure of their ardor.

Ukyo was simply amazed at herself, being this much turned on by the incredible sight of her wife making out with another woman. There was no sense of jealousy at all, only an incredible contentment that filled her whole being with the delight of the free expression of such mutual pleasures. She understood now how much Perfume's happiness meant to her, even as she was amazed to discover how much the sight of a naked Shampoo was turning her on, as though Ukyo hungered herself to taste the sex of the formidable purple haired girl., understanding in full measure what it was about Shampoo that so much drew the affections of Nabiki.

Both Perfume and Shampoo were incredibly active and vivacious girls of roughly the same age and build, not to mention measurements and hairstyle. The word "gravure," meaning "buxom," definitely applied to the both of them, their breasts being definitely larger and more pendulous than Ukyo's own rather substantial (and growing even bigger, thanks to her pregnancy) cup size, giving one a feast for the eye every time one or both of them appeared in either revealing clothes or just plain went topless altogether. The surprising thing was to discover how firm and well-shaped their breasts were, showing little sag or wear for all that the act of wearing a bra was still a relative novelty to them both, and-given the additional fact that Amazons were not notoriously concerned about their modesty (at least in comparison to the Japanese) this often meant that they could put on a good show for their respective Airen without half trying. It was certainly a delight for Ukyo to feast upon the sight of their "golden globes" of pleasure, having an urge to sample both sets of generous endowments even as she fingered herself to the brink of an orgasm.

Perfume, cleverly enough, have been waiting for just the right moment, and upon hearing the tell-tale sounds signifying Ukyo's nearing the precipice of pleasure, she decided to intensify her assault upon the sex of her cousin in order to bring Shampoo off just ahead of her redoubtable wife's impending climax.

[Now we see who separates the warriors from the girls, Cousin,] she thought to herself sweetly as she began using her hands, along with her tongue, to stimulate Shampoo's pleasure centers and thus insure a quick send off as Shampoo had not been either mentally or physically prepared for such an escalation. The double assault paid off as Shampoo faltered in her tongue-lashing of Perfume and gave a sharp cry of astonishment, having been taken by surprise as she near-instantly climaxed into Perfume's mouth.

By now there was little cum juice that Shampoo had left to share with her greedy cousin, but there was enough for Perfume to delight in the splash against her tongue as she gave a final diddle to the formerly bald (but now clean-shaven) pussy of her passionate playmate, then took full advantage of Shampoo's post-coital languor to roll her off of Perfume's straddled body so that she could sit upright and go over to where Ukyo was about to climax.

Her wife was surprised when discovered that her fingers were being pushed away from her sex, to be replaced by a pair of sensitive lips that knew just the right way to nuzzle her, and then a tongue went plunging into her hot little opening and Ukyo threw back her head in a gasp as Perfume expertly began to eat her out, causing the chef's body to shudder as she blew her wad into the mouth of her lover. Ukyo's world went totally white as her mind was blasted over the edge into the stratosphere and beyond, reveling in the sheerest delight that Perfume always gave her whenever she did this with her "Airen."

As delighted as she was to be indulging in her favorite meal, however, the enjoyment that they all were giving to others (however unintentionally) was certainly nothing to sneeze at, as attested in a certain Japanese apartment…

"Hooboy!" Keiko averred, "Now this is my idea of some hot and heavy action!"

"No surprise there," Kodachi said in fond amusement, "Still, one has to concede that they are a very…lively sort, these Amazons…wouldn't you agree, Akane-chan?"

"Hah?" Akane asked, her eyes literally mesmerized by the sight of the threesome going at it on the laptop.

"Well now," Beatrice mused, "It seems we have a winner with both CDs, but I think our friend, Perfume, has dropped her guard at a propitious moment."

"Yeah, no fooling," Aiko said, "Don't look now, but I think someone's about to jump the kitty…"

Perfume was fully in "Sex-kitten" mode, lapping up her wife's cream when she felt a pair of hands caress her exposed ass cheeks as a voice throatily sighed, "Cousin no forget Shampoo so soon? Leave Shampoo nice place to start out in making Cousin feel happy."

To illustrate her point, Shampoo ran her hand along the pert bottom of her fellow Amazon and softly stroked the nerve centers clustered there, causing Perfume to roll up her eyes and sigh with approval, even leaning back a little as Shampoo caressed her other ass-cheek and sought to affirm a dominant position. When Shampoo then moved her velvety-soft loins up to rub against this well-rounded bottom, it gave Perfume a groan of absolute delight, which she managed to convey through her mouth into Ukyo's loins, causing her pregnant wife to shudder slightly from the vibrations.

"Oh yes," Shampoo sighed kittenishly, "This so very nice. How come we no do this together in China?"

"Because our great-grandmother was a bitch?" Perfume managed to gasp back before planting her mouth so firmly on the loins of her beloved Airen.

"Yes," Shampoo said without losing her smile, "Shampoo think it something like this. So much great-grandmother have to answer for, Aiyaa! Two years no have so much nice joy as could have had with Lotion. Guess we make up for lost time, yes?"

Perfume could only groan in reply to this, her tongue deeply buried into Ukyo's sex, even as Shampoo began mock-humping her from the rear, the caress of her moisture-slick loins painting a trail over the firmness of her cousin's smooth bottom, all the while the both of them yearning for something else that they could share between them, though Perfume had no complaints about being "claimed" this way by her amorous childhood "playmate."

Ukyo watched through barely half-lidded eyes as Shampoo continued to rub her loins against Perfume, her hands placed strategically low to cup Perfume's large breasts and mold them to her liking, while Ukyo could only lean back and spread her legs wide as her wife's head was nearly invisible to her line of vision, the chef's swollen tummy being chiefly in the way so that she could only experience the joy of an Amazon tonguing, while to all appearances it could almost have seemed that it was Shampoo who was riding her loins, the purple haired wonder being so near in their "Perfumed Sandwich" that Ukyo could see the Amazon's large breasts bouncing back and forth with each pelvic thrust and imagine a dick between them that was connecting them in coitus. Much to her astonishment she found the very idea to be enormously exciting!

Perfume was in heaven as she felt her cousin sculpt her bosoms and lightly pinch her nipples as though seeking to induce lactation. The delightfully soft-yet-forceful treatment that she was receiving from Shampoo was sending her senses reeling, even as she did her level best to keep up her tongue-lashing of her sweet Ucchan. Still and all, it inspired a hunger in her to want to turn the tables on Shampoo, so at length she left off of bringing Ukyo over the edge of another orgasm, instead liberating her mouth to call back over her shoulder, "Cousin…you do that very well, but are you sure you only want to hump me? Wouldn't you also like to taste some of the sweet nectar Ucchan has to offer? If neither of you minds very much, I would like to share her with you."

"Share spatula-girl?" Shampoo paused in mid-hump, sounding more than mildly intrigued.

"I know you well," Perfume replied, "I know how much you've been feeling attracted to her lately, and that you'd like to explore the wonders of her body."

"Eh?" Ukyo gasped, her eyes snapping wide open.

"Don't let her pregnant state confuse you," Perfume continued, "Any more than when you were yourself in her condition. You are now her wife too, and that means that you have every right to have your way with her, subject only to Ukyo's own dictates…"

"Now wait a minute…" Ukyo hesitantly protested.

"Airen," Perfume sat up so that she could make eye-contact with her dearly beloved, "You don't need to pretend with me. You find my cousin as interesting as I know she finds you. Why not explore that attraction with my permission. You know you both want to."

Ukyo and Shampoo exchanged nervous glances, but there was no denying that there was an attraction at work here, and that it was unmistakably mutual, and with the suggestion made out in the open there was no way that the two of them could gracefully avoid the subject. At last Shampoo smiled, letting go of Perfume's hips as she straightened up and moved to circle around her cousin, even as the Enforcer removed herself from the path of the amorous purple-haired girl, even as Ukyo watched it all with rounded eyes, all but holding her breath to see was the Amazon would do now that she had official sanction.

Perfume smiled as she saw her cousin taking the bait, eagerly anticipating Shampoo providing her with the same opening that Perfume herself had offered but mere moments before this. Now Perfume would have the upper hand on her amorous sparring partner of long ago, and the Enforcer intended to take full advantage of that position…after a suitable time of sitting back and watching the fun, since she really did want to see Shampoo making out with Ukyo, savoring a good show as she watched the purple haired warrior kneel over a wide-eyed chef and plant an affectionate kiss upon her brow, a kiss that traveled down to the lips in long and savory relish…

"That gal is up to something," Keiko murmured, even as she adjusted her tank-top to allow for the heat of her own body's perspiration.

"Oh yes," Kodachi agreed, not even bothering to hide the way her hands were playing with her own anatomy, "You can see by her predatory look that she's looking to take advantage of the situation just as soon as our purple-haired friend gives her the opening."

"Which opening?" Aiko wondered, "There are at least a couple to choose from."

"Somehow I don't think choosing which is going to be a problem for her," Beiko mused as she undid the belt to her negligee while eyeing Aiko in a meaningful manner.

"Looks like it's getting even more intense between those three," Akane as she squirmed uncomfortably where she was sitting, then exchanged looks with the others and said, "What the heck are we waiting for?"

"Good question," Ryonami asked, already unbuttoning her shirt, "Hey…look there! What's Sempai up to this time?"

"Eh?" Keiko shifted the focus of her attention to the other screen, and then she arched a crimson eyebrow, "Oboy…way to go, Tendo…"

Ranma's mind was a bit uncertainly of exactly the point when he had wound up on his back upon the carpet, but with Nabiki pinning him down he was reasonably certain that he would not be getting up again for at least the next few minutes, especially with her straddling his loins as she shifted her weight a bit to find her maximum comfort level with his manhood rising to its maximum within her. He was fairly amazed at the degree of bodily control that she could exercise using just her pelvic and internal muscles to massage his rod and keep him at full erection. Nabiki had him trapped good, but somehow Ranma found he had little to complain about, relishing the sight of her beautiful breasts and body squirming above him within easy access of his hands and fingers.

"Oooohhh…yessss!" Nabiki sighed, "Now THIS is my idea of riding on top!"

"Happy to oblige you," Ranma grunted, hoping the ride would not be leaving him feeling limp in the saddle.

"Of course you know," Nabiki mused as she wiggled a bit on top of him, "I could get used to doing this very easy…and I'm sure you won't mind me availing myself of your services for this on a regular basis?"

"I think that goes in the fine print of our marriage contract," Ranma gasped a bit as he felt Nabiki doing something VERY interesting with her internal muscles.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" his wife leered in an entirely too pleasant manner, "This is good, in fact…why is it we've never done this before?"

"Because we were never married before?" Ranma offered.

"Details, details," Nabiki sighed as she threw back her head and groaned with relish, "Oh yes…this is definitely worth getting used to!"

"Glad you approve," Ranma said as he ran his hands up and down her hips, feeling for some special nerve endings, only to get his hands slapped as Nabiki read his intentions and decided to head him off before he really got started.

"None of that…at least not yet, Mister," Nabiki chided with a gentle chuckle, "You are way too talented with those hands for me to let you regain the advantage…which reminds me…you still have yet to show me how you do that."

"The Love Senken?" Ranma smiled, "If I told you that, it wouldn't be a secret."

Nabiki increased the suction grip of her inner vaginal lining and rose up a fraction over his rod, causing Ranma to gasp and almost go cross-eyed.

"Really?" she purred in a suggestive manner.

"Ah…well…" Ranma winced, "I guess…maybe I could share a little…"

"You had better," Nabiki chuckled, "Love Senken indeed. Are you implying that my body is like a house that you make love to, Ranma-chan?"

"I'd say…" he grunted, "That you're definitely a dwelling place that I'd like to inhabit."

"Why, that sounds positively poetic, Ranma-kun," Nabiki leered, "You've been taking lessons from Kuno."

"Ah…more like…I was inspired," Ranma said, marveling at the realization that a part of him was inside of Nabiki, and that she was perched atop his organ and holding him standing to attention as if she were the socket and he was the plug with the two of them forming a neat fit together.

"So, I'm inspirational, am I?" Nabiki's smile intensified, obviously pleased at the compliment.

"You sure are to me," Ranma assured, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Nabiki…and I want you to always know that, how incredibly lucky I am to have a girl like you for a wife."

Nabiki's smile was all the more radiant, and her eyes sparkled with open affection, as she gazed down at him and said, "I'm the one who should be saying that about you, Ranma-kun. You're a heck of a guy, and I feel as if I was meant to screw your brains out, like I was born for the privilege, or something of that nature."

"Guess that means that we're a real pair, huh?" he asked.

"Yes, but a pair of what?" she answered, only to wince as she felt a sharp prick against her fanny, "OW! What was that?"

"What was what?" Ranma asked.

Nabiki paused a moment on top of his "spike" to feel along the edge of her fanny, then her fingers encountered a tiny needle-like projection, and with the tips of her fingernails she managed to extract a sliver-like object roughly two millimeters in length, which same she held up to eye-level for a moment before a frown creased her lovely features.

"What's wrong?" Ranma asked.

"Oooh, nothing," Nabiki growled as she turned her head to scan the area around them, her focus riveting upon a small fly-shaped object nestled in one corner directly behind her. Without warning her hand became a blur and a bolt of Chi-force struck that area of the wall and scorched it, then she continued her growl with a soft, "But I know a certain silver-haired smarty-pants who'd better watch herself when we get back home to Nerima…"

Ranma smiled to himself and took advantage of his wife's distraction, rolling her over onto her back as she gave a startled yelp, surprised to find him seizing the initiative once again as her bare legs dangled in the air with her lower body turned slightly upward.

"Surely you don't think that I'm gonna let you up that easy?" he leered into her face, which was only inches away from his own, "Now it's my turn to show you what I can really do when I get started!"

"But…Ranma?" Nabiki asked, realizing that he did not want to lose the mood for their lovemaking, in spite of any distractions that might come up, and since he still had his "stake" impaling her loins, she was obligated to go along with whatever he had in mind…at least for the present…

Several seconds before this, the tiny robotic fly had deduced that the moment was right and Nabiki's guard had been sufficiently lowered for it to complete the second objective of its mission. Observing and recording data for its mistress might be its primary task, but it was also charged by its programming to make a detailed medical analysis in order to determine the viability of an implantation. Having satisfied its criteria, it aligned up a very tiny needle-gun that was contained in its maw, selecting by heat radiance the likeliest point of entry, then firing off a sliver-shaped "bullet" with just enough force to insure that it would penetrate the skin of the target and create a successful route of entrance. It aim was mechanically flawless and the sliver hit a major artery, guaranteeing that the release of the Nanoprobe would be effected without error. The fly hummed a mildly satisfied report of its mission success and prepared to resume recording when it saw the target wince, then turn around and stare in its direction.

Uh oh.

One second later it registered a massive energy discharge headed in its direction, and before it could think to detach itself from the wall and seek evasive action it was struck by a bolt of Chi, which instantly fried most of its major components.

OUCH.

Fortunately for its design, it contained some emergency repair Nanites, which same it released from a protected casing so that they could go to work fixing up the damage. It would take approximately half an hour or so before repairs would be completed, the duration of that time being that it would be off-line and unable to report its findings. That being noted, it registered that the other emergency protocols would likely be effected, then shut down all non-essential functions to allow its central processor to be accessed by the Nanites, knowing full well that it would soon have back-up in the form of the tertiary spy unit…

Sure enough, located elsewhere on the ship, the miniature rocket that had been used to transport the spy-bots to this location began to hum slightly as it released into the air another fly-shaped spy-bot. This newly released "back-up" mini-droid set about to locate the first unit, and then plotted a course along its internal schematic overlay of the ship to determine how best to arrive there, then began flapping its tiny wings and headed off in the direction of that cabin, choosing to locate the air-filtration and ventilation systems as the likeliest way of effecting a soft entry…

A "soft entry" was just the sort of thing its Mistress was attempting to effect when it heard the tell-tale beep coming from the monitor, informing Beatrice of the fact that her probe number one unit had been unfortunately damaged.

"What was that?" Alison asked as she sensed her wife's pausing in the act of reaming her loins with that talented tongue of hers.

"Oh…nothing much," Beatrice winced, "Just trouble in the offing. Not to worry, though, for I have taken certain…precautions for just such a contingency."

"Yeah, whatever," Alison frowned, "Just don't stop what you're doing or there really will be trouble in the offing, you got me?"

"Loud and clear," Beatrice smiled, and resumed her tongue-lashing, much to her wife's heartfelt and enthusiastic approval.

Keiko smiled as she saw the other redhead in the room waving her bare legs in the air as the silver-haired genius performed expert cunnalingus on the pregnant powerhouse, keeping Alison happily occupied while the rest of their group was in the midst of a full-scale orgy. Keiko was herself presently plying her fingers to the loins of a prone and expectant Akane, upon whose face a most enthusiastic Kodachi was currently poised, the sounds of Akane's tongue hard at work mingling with the darker haired gymnast's soft moans of encouragement and approval. Meanwhile, Keiko felt the arms that were wrapped around her from behind and the hands that were gripping her breasts, which belonged to a very much-aroused Ryonami. The younger girl was playing with the Kickboxer's nipples even as her mouth nuzzled Keiko's neckline, giving the redhead a positive shiver of delight, for what Ryonami lacked in experience she more than made up for with intuitive enthusiasm.

Keiko had long suspected that the brown haired girl had been hiding just these sorts of tendencies behind her "nice girl" façade, and no doubt the sight of her much-beloved Sempai going at it with Ranma had set off those hidden urges in a way that somehow made Keiko the object of her focus…not that the Kickboxer was of a mind to make any protests. It felt very nice to be held this way by a relative virgin, and it reminded her of how much Nabiki had been neglecting them both in her single-minded pursuit of Saotome Ranma. What better way to "commiserate" than to screw each other blind to any lingering regrets or sorrows?

Besides…Ryonami was such a hottie, and Keiko had long wondered what it would be like to screw her! First thing was first, however…she had three fingers already buried in Akane's snatch, and it would be rude beyond imagining for Keiko to relent just now when she had the darker haired girl at the point of blissful surrender…

She set about to devote her attention to both girls in their turn, eventually intending to leave Akane to Kodachi's tender mercies while she slaked her lust on a dish of steaming hot Ryonami. Even as she set about to accomplish this, she saw out of the corner of her eye that one monitor screen was currently showing static, while on the other screen the trilogy of Ukyo, Perfume and Shampoo were still going at it with considerable energy, bringing a smile to the redhead's lips as she silently complimented the Enforcer for once again gaining the advantage over her purple-haired "playmate…"

Shampoo's groan was like music to the ears of the amorous Perfume, who was now positioned behind her in the same manner in which Shampoo had been positioned to her cousin only minutes earlier. The prime difference, however, was that Perfume had no intentions of surrendering her position as she lightly ground her pelvis up against Shampoo's moistened ass-cheeks, being sure to rub one thigh between the legs of her purple-haired companion so as to insure that Shampoo had the pure bliss of mutual satisfaction. At the same time Perfume roved her hands over sensitive nerve clusters, thereby intensifying the level of Shampoo's enjoyment and arousal.

And all the while Shampoo kept her mouth firmly clamped over Ukyo's loins, lapping up the juices of a very happy and well-contented chef. From the way Shampoo was reaming it up, you would have thought that she and Ukyo had been lovers for some time now when in fact this was (to the best of Perfume's knowing) their first time ever together. For certain Ukyo had no complaints as-pregnancy or not-she was certainly enjoying being so near to the center of attention with a double-Amazon treat just revving up with the desire to screw her crazy.

"Now this is what I call an Amazon sandwich," Perfume exulted, working her hands over Shampoo's pleasurable centers, "You like this, Cousin?"

The only response she got from the purple haired girl was a heartfelt groan of approval and the rubbing of her bottom against Perfume's pelvis to encourage her to continue with what she was doing.

"Airen," Perfume said to a writhing Ukyo, "I make a present of her to you…do you like?"

"Oh yeah, Sugar," Ukyo gasped between grunts that sounded as though she were on the verge of another orgasm, "I like her a lot…just keep up whatever it is you're doing…ooooohhh… that's so nice…!"

The kittenish grin Perfume sported was ample testament to her anticipation as she prepared to use her knowledge of the Kamasenken to further enhance the pleasure of both her cousin and her wife (or should that be…her WIVES, the thought with wry amusement) using every skill in her repertoire, the same skills that she had helped Ranma to develop for his match against Nabiki, skills that could allow any man or woman to pleasure another woman to the heights of unimaginable ecstasy…or any man, she thought with an added smile, recalling well that the chart which they had used had been aimed at giving a man as much joy as he could give to any woman.

Ranma, she thought with a fleeting hint of amusement, had used Perfume's own body as a diagram to develop this particular Senken, and he had shared that knowledge with her…but what their wives did not yet know was that Perfume had tried some of those same techniques on him to ensure their effectiveness. She had deliberately held back from full consummation, though, having known better than to stray into areas that were rightfully reserved for Nabiki. Just how far she did get was something she preferred to keep a secret…at least for the present…but for now…

For now she had a cousin to fuck and a wife to make happy, and what a wonderful thing that in doing one she could achieve the other, and this was only the opening round in their little game of pleasure, especially if Ranma and Nabiki decided to join in and expand the fun that she could hear going on in the next room. With Nabiki's curse the possibilities would be endless, and all she had to do was wait and see what happened next, and meantime keep her hands warm with the supple and deliciously well-packed flesh of Shampoo, a warrior whom she had always admired, and…perhaps more than admired for all of the years they had known each other, and that mean that this was the perfect time to let loose with her years of accumulated and long-repressed desire. That this worked to Shampoo's benefit was merely fortuitous happenstance as Perfume's delight would be Shampoo's delight, and also Ukyo's delight as the three of them melded into a blissful state of co-mutual fulfillment…

The nanoprobe was a tiny thing too small for the naked eye to perceive unaided, but once injected into the bloodstream of its new host, it knew how to navigate the currents of the circulatory system, having a ready map in its baseline program of the anatomy of the human body, which enabled it greatly to find the area where it needed to be and then home in on its target sector, the area relating to the reproductive organs.

Its mission parameters were fairly direct yet subject to flexible interpretations as determined by the conditions that it encountered. It was largely on a fact-finding assignment, but upon determining if a certain preset number of conditions were met, then it would take an active role as seemed appropriate to those circumstances. Once those conditions were meant then it would relay its report to the mobile transceiver unit, and then await further instructions, which would in turn determine the course of its future actions.

Moving through the circulatory system was certainly not a task for the timid or poorly instructed, yet the probe had a limited intelligence and could spare no capacity for timidity or less than a full effort. By turns it arrived at the fallopian tubes and began to navigate through the narrow passage, the thick, mucus-like substance on the lining of the passage walls affording excellent traction as it took notice of the swarm of trilling sperm that were floating about through the main of the passage, fighting the good fight to work their way inward to the longed-for prize, unaware that it might not even be waiting for them at the end, depending on what period of her fertility cycle the host was presently at….though the probe did detect some interesting chemical indicators that indicated that the quest of the sperm might not be so fruitless as the odds might otherwise have favored.

As there were two passes to choose from it was fortuitous circumstance that it had chosen the right one to go down, and as it neared the area of focus it found the chemical signature was intensified, which meant that its own quest would be fulfilled, as well as the rest of its mission assignment.

Confirmed in this expectation, the probe plunged on and eventually found its way to the target area, where it found that the prize was indeed to be located. Satisfied that this would be a good spot for observation, it settled down and began to monitor the ensuing moment of contact when a cloud of sperm arrived and filled the entire passage, fighting against the tide to reach the coveted prize itself, which was protected by a mucus membrane from easy penetration. Only the strongest and hardiest of sperm could penetrate that, and only one out of millions would make the safe delivery of its all-important cargo…half the genetic code needed to create a new life. For that, all else would be sacrificed, and in the success of one they would all prove successful.

The probe was hardly intelligent enough to be a philosophical sort, nor did it waste valuable capacity musing over the struggle for survival that was fought each and every time that a man planted his seed into the opening of a woman. The fierce odds against such a combination meant that eggs would only be fertilized as little as once in a thousand tries, or on the first try, depending on the whims of fate. A hardy sperm and an egg in good condition could create a viable union that might eventually result in a child, but again the odds were higher against this as only one out of every three such unions would go on to produce a successful fetus. Far too many fertilized eggs might fail to find their way to the uterus, and even more than this might prove to be less than fully viable, at which point the body itself would reject them. The rate of miscarriage was high in such affairs, and even if the egg survived to complete its full gestation there was still a chance that the resulting baby might not be fully healthy…it was all a matter of the luck of the numbers.

That being said, however, the odds did seem remarkably good here as the probe noticed the surprisingly healthy state of the sperm, and the rather aggressive way they fought to complete their own mission would have brought satisfaction to a more sophisticated droid, but the probe did-in its own way-admire efficiency in progress. Soon-almost inevitably-one succeeded in its mission and the egg immediately changed in reaction to the introduction of twenty-three new chromosomes, achieving the much coveted forty-six needed to begin the process of cellular division. That was the moment the probe had been waiting for, and immediately it detached itself from the wall and began to swim to the fertilized egg, attaching itself by a compatible gel that harmlessly bonded with the cell mucus so as to insure a protective cooperation could be forged. It would travel with the egg from this point forward and directly monitor its progress as it gradually sub-divided into a more complex host. With this worthy goal in mind it began the ride that would slowly progress, keeping in reserve it secondary protective mission, which would engage should conditions arise that it had been designed to counter.

Conditions such as would result from the hosts contact with cold water, though the probe did not exactly account for this, designed with only one function in mind: to protect the new host and insure its viability and eventual survival…

"Something wrong?" Ranma asked as he paused in the act of giving his wife her third consecutive orgasm.

"I don't know," Nabiki frowned, "It was…a really weird feeling I just had…can't really explain it…"

"Well…then don't," Ranma smiled, "I'm trying to get you off, and I don't like it when you get distracted. It's…like a bad reflection on my performance."

Nabiki smiled back at him, "You don't need to worry about your performance with me, husband of mine…but, speaking of getting off, you've come inside me-what?-two times already? How can you still keep going? Most guys would collapse by now…"

"Guess that means I'm not like most guys," he responded with a soft chuckle, "And besides…I waited a long time for this, you don't think I'm going to give up on you now?"

"We both waited a long time for this, Ranma-ku…um…Husband," Nabiki replied, albeit a bit sheepishly, "It's gonna take me a while to get used to that…"

"Me too…Wife," Ranma chuckled back, "Guess there's a lot of stuff we're both gonna have to get used to…like doing this, for example…" and with that he pivoted his hips, which caused Nabiki to moan softly at the swiveling "stick" doing interesting things inside her own anatomy.

"Oh yeah…" Nabiki drew in a sharp breath, "That's DEFINITELY worth getting used to!"

"Getting used to having sex with a guy…as a girl?" Ranma asked delicately, hoping he was not treading into territory that was best avoided.

"Yeah," Nabiki glanced down, "This is definitely…different than sex with Shampoo…but just because it's a novelty doesn't mean I feel at all weird about it. This is, after all, the way I was born, and it's what I was meant to be when I'm having sex…with my husband."

"Are you sure about that?" Ranma asked.

"Excuse me?" Nabiki asked.

"Are you sure you weren't meant to be a part-time guy?" Ranma asked, "I mean…all this talk we've heard lately about destiny and fate…maybe you were meant to be a guy with Shampoo and a girl with me…like maybe we were all meant to be part of some greater…I dunno…pattern or something? Does that make sense to you at all?"

"Actually it sounds like you've definitely been spending way too much time with Kuno," Nabiki mused.

"Yeah?" Ranma said as he once again swiveled his hips inside of Nabiki, "You think I wanna do this with Tachi-kun? Think again!"

"OOOO-all right, point taken!" Nabiki gasped, "It's not fair…you know all about this Kama Sutra stuff…"

"Kamasenken," Ranma corrected, "And if you're that hot on finding out how it works, then…I think you've come to the right instructor."

"Oh?" Nabiki smiled, "You don't say? Well…by all means, husband dear…feel free to teach me."

"You asked for it," Ranma grinned, and proceeded to begin the instruction…

Kodachi was in fine form in expressing her affections with Akane, her childhood playmate and intimate boon companion. Rather than be rough or hasty in the manner in which they made love, they kissed and fondled each other with gentle affection and no great hurry to get on to the next level, taking their sweet time as they indulged in the simple pleasure of sharing warmth and the intimacy of their mutually well-toned bodies. Akane was no less delighted to welcome her best friend into her arms, having always admired Kodachi on some level, particularly for the great beauty and bounteous curves of the gymnast's supple body, just as Kodachi reveled in the strength and lushness of Akane's more compact and well-muscled body. As their kisses turned to licks and suckling noises, so did their groans of mutual delight as the gradually moved on to more and more passionate acts of mutual self-indulgence.

Keiko smiled as she caught a glimpse of her lady love and best friend writhing together on the floor with legs twined and bodies meshing together. She turned her attention back towards Ryonami, who was proving to be a delightfully subtle student of the mysteries of womanly sex. Though inexperienced, the girl was a natural at these arts of pleasure and a sure disciple to Keiko's skillful touch, which made the act of initiating Ryonami into the joys of sensual contact a delight unto itself, the moreso as there was a wide range of new tricks and skills that she had yet to teach this younger girl, and all of the night with which to play such sweet and interesting games.

Off to the other portion of the room the heroic duo of Alison and Beatrice were at it hot and heavy, the pregnant superhuman and her platinum genius mate were into their own special world of bountiful delights, the redheaded dynamo presently enjoying a good meal as her wife sat on her face while rubbing her own hands over the swelling abdomen that bore their as-yet unborn child, and the smile of absolute bliss on the face of Beatrice was nothing shy of beatific. It was clear these two were enjoying the fruits of their unusual union, and that brought another smile to Keiko's face, pleased to see old enemies making nice instead of the wrong kind of nasty.

Further off to the side were the two monitor screens, one of which had gone dark for a time but was now back online once again, showing that little slack had elapsed between Ranma and Nabiki, which impressed Keiko to no end as she had frankly not expected Saotome to keep up with his energetic wife…and who else besides Shampoo knew what Nabiki was capable of if she really got started? It was enough to make her partially rethink what she had long believed about men, and with that thought in mind she began to turn her attention back towards Ryonami, who was fully deserving of that attention. She was a beautiful, vibrant young girl with a body meant for loving, and Keiko had every intention of enjoying it with her friend being the beneficiary of the redhead's long and extensive training.

But as she thought these things a bell rang at the front door, causing heads to look up from all around in immediate irritation.

"What, again?" came Alison's muffled voice from the vicinity of Beiko's thighs.

"This is getting monotonous," said a panting Beiko, "I simply must…install…an automated answering service…"

"I'll get it," Akane growled as she climbed off of a disappointed Kodachi and stormed over to the door, pausing to growl, "Who's there?"

"A-A-Akane?" came a familiar muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Ryoga?" Akane was completely startled, "Is that you?"

"I think so," Ryoga said, "Don't ask me how I found my way here…I've been all over the place. It's a good thing I got an early start or I might have been a lot later…"

The door was suddenly yanked open and there stood a naked Akane, her hair looking tousled and out of place, her skin flush with profuse sweat and arousal and her eyes somewhat dilated with emotion, leaving Ryoga to stare as stunned as if he had been stupefied by a gorgon. He barely even had time to frame the first part of her name when her hand seized him by the wrist and he found himself being yanked into the apartment. He squawked a little when he saw that the room was full of naked women, bodies twined together, but he before he had the time to pass out Akane pressed her fingers to the back of his neck and caused that motion to be checked, leaving him to shake his head a little in open wonder.

"W-W-What?" he gasped.

"Hey, what do you know?" Akane grinned, "It worked! Thanks, Kei-chan, I owe you!"

"No problem," Keiko smiled, "Glad I could help out."

"Uh-Akane?" Ryoga stammered slightly, as surprised as anyone that his nose was not profusely bleeding, "What's going on-AWP!" he gasped as he found himself being tackled to the floor, Akane's frantic hands busy setting about to remove the obstruction of his clothing.

"Way to go Tendo," Keiko murmured to herself, "Looks like things are about to get even more interesting, eh Ko-chan?"

"Oh my," Kodachi leered, "I do believe you are right about that, Darling."

"Ahem," Ryonami said, waving a bare leg as she pressed the bottom of her foot against one of Keiko's bosoms, "Did you forget something?"

Keiko smiled at her and said, "Not bloody likely. Ko-chan, would you care to share a dish of steaming hot Ryonami?"

"Why, I would be delighted to," Kodachi grinned as the two of them turned hungry eyes at the brown haired girl, who eyed them back lustfully and thrust her chest out as if offering herself like a blue plate special…

Ranma had been inside her for so long that Nabiki was almost considering the notion of charging him for rental space, but with due consideration of the services being rendered decided that she had adequate compensation, her lust being easily a match for his own as he continued to "instruct" her in the ways of the Kamasenken.

To say that she was delighting in his instruction would have been a vast understatement. Considering for how long she had been yearning to be joined to this man in both soul and body, the consummation of their mutual ardor made the long wait almost seem tolerable, and the skill he demonstrated in bringing her off unto her sixth consecutive orgasm was a wonder to behold. Truly his command of her nervous system and pleasurable centers was awesome and overwhelming, but even in a state of transcendent bliss she was mentally taking notes so as to remember what was being done to her body so that she could apply these same lessons to Shampoo on some (very soon) up and cumming occasion.

"Ow wow…" she gasped when Ranma paused to reposition their bodies with one of her long legs stretched out over the bed and her upper body turned to face upward in a twisting pattern that allowed him to play with her bosoms while he once again reamed her ass, "You sure are…something…Ranma-kun…"

"Look who's talking," Ranma grunted back as he once more began to play with her nerve clusters, "Perfume would never have lasted this long…she tended to pass out…after only a few minutes of caressing…"

"Oh?" Nabiki smiled slyly, "Just caressing, huh? You sure you never got inside her?"

"I swear to you," Ranma replied, "You're the first girl I ever did this with….I mean…got this far and all. You know Perfume's sensitivity problem…she was afraid it might hurt too much…if I did this…" and he moved his pelvis to ram his man-meat home with gentle persuasion, causing Nabiki's eyes to momentarily cross at the swelling of his member deep within her rectum.

"Oh yeah…" Nabiki gasped again, "Guess that means…I'm the one who's lucky…"

"No," Ranma said as he felt his way along her body, "I am. You're just the most incredible girl I've ever known, Nabiki. I mean…Perfume's great, and it was a lot of fun to cuddle with her and all that, and she's got the most wonderful set of…"

"Okay," Nabiki said, "Now I am definitely…gonna have another talk with that girl."

"Don't be mean to her, she did me a great favor and helped us to get so much closer together," Ranma urged as he moved his hands in accordance with what he sensed were her desires, "And aren't you glad she showed me how to do stuff like this? She gave me the courage to do…this…"

"This" turned out to be a double combination of Ranma pressing an area on her back before moving lower to squeeze one of her ass-cheeks even as his other hand pinched and pulled on her left nipple, the sum combination sending yet another overwhelming jolt of pleasure all the way through Nabiki's body. Her response was half a yelp and half again an unrestrained moan of contentment that was followed by a wave of physical bliss that momentarily colored Nabiki's world in warm and passionate sensations.

"OOOOkay!" she groaned, thinking to herself that one of the first people whom she would try that technique upon would definitely be a certain brown-haired meddlesome axe-kitty, "Now you've definitely convinced me! This Kamasenken stuff is dynamite…I wonder if Shampoo would like a taste of it the next time we're together?"

"Which is soon, I hope," Ranma chuckled, "But be fair, Nabiki…you've had her for months now…I'd like a chance to get to know her better."

"Is that so?" Nabiki gave him another sly look, "Planning on making a play for my wife, are you, Ranma-kun?"

"Ain't that one of the compensations of a double-marriage?" Ranma chuckled, "You're the one who always said that I was getting a packaged deal…four for the price of one."

"Hmmm…I did say that, didn't I?" Nabiki mused, "Well…tell you what…we'll make a little deal to share her, say…fifty-fifty? You get one end, I'll take the other."

"How about I take on both of you, no holds barred?" Ranma counter-offered.

"Hmmm…tempting," Nabiki grinned all the more, then grunted as Ranma managed to grind his manhood in a twisting motion as he rocked her hips from side-to-side with his hand, preventing her from immediately uttering a response that could be considered intelligible for several long seconds.

"Do we have a deal now…Mrs. Saotome?" Ranma leered.

"OOOOOOOHH-No fair! That cheating!"

"Is it now?" Ranma asked as he brought his fingers down to her loins and began to pinch and play with her clitoris, "How about this, then?"

Nabiki's response was to roll up her eyes and heave another profuse groan as she felt the sparks run up her body and fire her nipples like the flick of a lash. When at last she was coherent again she said, "Okay…now I'm definitely convinced…that you must have done this…before…"

"With who?" Ranma chuckled, "You don't think I practiced on someone else besides you and Per-chan?"

"Hmmm…" Nabiki briefly considered Kaoih once again, and this time she imagined Ranma's athletic half-sister writhing on a bed with her brother inside her in such a manner and found the idea…more than a little bit arousing. She was about to make pleasurable comment to that effect, just to see how Ranma would react to the charge of possible incest, when something splashed her in the face like a cup-full of Kasumi-held cold water.

Immediately she changed into Kaneda, and Ranma found himself suddenly laying with a guy in his arms, his rod buried in his rectum while his hand was now firmly wrapped around an entirely male penis. For one whole minute the two of them lay there in stunned amazement, and then like a shot Ranma let the other man go and pulled out from Kaneda's anus so fast that there was an actual popping noise in passing.

"AHHHH…" Ranma was on the edge of the bed with both hands firmly between his own legs, clutching each other as he tried to make coherent sense of what had just happened.

Kaneda felt a wave of something like…disappointment pass over him…but not so severe that he could fail to understand the reasons for the other boy's sudden aversion. Of more concern to him was wondering how he had been splashed with water in the middle of a supposedly airtight cabin. Had a pipe burst or the ship sprung a leak or something? He steadfastly refused to believe that the Fates themselves had deliberately triggered his curse at such a delicate moment, just to test the depths of Ranma's resolution.

"What the hell just happened?" he wondered aloud, "Where did that water come from? And after I've managed to go three whole days without getting wet…"

"Heh…kind of a record that, huh?" his husband nervously replied, "Guess…it was just a matter of time…sooner or later…"

Kaneda managed to contain his sadness as he studied Ranma's backside and said, "Guess it was…sooner or later…too bad it couldn't have been much later…"

"Yeah," Ranma replied, "No fooling…"

Of course what the two confused youths could not know, let alone be aware of, at that precise moment, deep inside the body of Kaneda, the Nanoprobe was registering the successful conclusion of its third-stage testing procedure. The unscheduled transition of the host from female to male gender had indeed created a wave pattern that caused an internal shift of anatomy to accord the newly masculine status, and yet the probe had managed to shield the precious egg from the results of that shifting, allowing it to divide into four identical parts while the probe registered an "All Systems Green" log in its internal memory, a report that it would later file with its true Mistress as per her instructions.

The fertilized egg had survived the anticipated crisis and remained viable, at least at this stage of its development, it still being too small to cause any disruption to the male anatomy of the host. By itself this was a good thing to the probe's level of understanding, but there was the alarming possibility that the egg might not survive if it grew too much larger than its current state, a fact that it would log in its eventual report so that further measures might be undertaken to insure its future survival. Transporting the egg to the uterus now took on a greater priority once the host shifted back to female status where the bonding process might be used to insure its continued viability. The probe would do all that was within its power to protect this precious egg, that being the foremost directive of its central programming. A chemical analysis had determined that it was in all ways healthy and had the potential to grow into a productive and effective baby, and if this proved to be the case it would justify the probe's entire existence.

The nanoprobe could hardly experience such a sophisticated concept as pride, but in its own way it registered…satisfaction…with the ideal of its projected course of action. That being said, it would wait and bide its time before carrying out its secondary program, content that all was proceeding normally, as per the wishes of its creator, a Hive Mother that gave it birth. The seeds of a destiny would take root in the near future and in time blossom out to a potential new host that would, in time, serve as a home to a future colony. With that in mind it bided its time and waited for conditions to shift once again in the manner that would be required to complete a successful implantation, egg replicating at a rate that was somewhat ahead of normal projections, yet which seemed in no way chemically hastened, a fact that puzzled the probe slightly, reckoning that the normal rate of cellular division should be approximately twenty minutes and not the twelve that it was currently observing, but so long as the egg remained viable it saw no difficulties, not having been programmed to understand the curious effect of a Jusenkyo curse in maximizing the rate of gestation.

And somewhere, back at a certain apartment in Japan, where the seven occupants were all too busy to take notice, a new icon flashed on the monitor screen assigned to cover the activities of Ranma and Nabiki, which Beatrice would have recognized had she chanced to look, her attention being…otherwise focused at that precise moment to the worthy goal of pleasing a certain pregnant redhead.

The damaged unit was reporting in that self-repairs were progressing at an acceptable rate while the third unit had arrived and was now monitoring the situation with triangular augmentation of the Probe's weak chemical signal. So far the mission appeared to be progressing at an altogether satisfactory rate, and yet both probes did chance to take note of a slight…disturbance in the ethosphere…a curious phenomenon that they duly recorded and logged in their joint report back to their Mistress.

Said disturbance, however, was more significant than these tiny units could have realized, for at that moment a third set of eyes were observing everything that was taking place on board the luxury liner with great enthusiasm and interest. A cunning smile worthy of a great predator formed across a set of sensual lips as a feminine voice remarked to itself, "So that's the way things stand, eh? How curious, and yet…how…entirely convenient…"

And though the speaker was many nautical leagues away from his position, the youth calling himself Kaneda thought he heard a sinister laugh somewhere in the back of his mind and trembled slightly, then dismissed the sensation as the probable result of too many between-meal snacks confused just prior to his (or-at the time-HER) screw-fest with Ranma. He was more concerned with how he had been doused with cold water when there was not even a glass of the stuff present, a genuine mood-spoiler, which was why he was attempting to come up with a ready explanation as he sought to console his highly-disturbed "husband."

To say the least, it was not a situation that the smooth-talking Kaneda in any way relished, but for the sake of his marriage he was prepared to broach the unspoken subject that had hung between them from the very beginning…namely his own sex-changing status.

He just wondered why it was that he was-for some indefinable reason---sporting a massive hard-on, the lingering result of his previously aroused state, no doubt, and yet which still seemed full in effect as he contemplated Ranma's backside. Nabiki-kun swallowed thickly, realizing how things might appear to Ranma's perspective, and hastily covered over his male member, not wanting to give his husband the wrong impression…

That is-he added with a slight mental shudder-if it truly would be the WRONG impression…

Continued

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