Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Chained World: The Fall of the House of Kuno ❯ Any Port in a Storm ( Chapter 40 )

This was originally published by me under the name Anduril at Anime Addventures, with the only changes being a few corrections in spelling, punctuation and the occasional word choice. If you like the beginning of my story but think I've gone off the rails, or have your own ideas for a great branch-off, or think I'm taking too long to update and want to continue the story yourself, come to Anime Addventures and join in the fun!

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Warning: high citrus content!

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Usagi, hands clutching at her bedsheets, gazed up at the face floating above hers, the deep blue eyes and cute pouting lips framed by fiery red hair. “Ranko ...” the normally bubbly blonde whispered. Without saying a word, her lover's face dipped, lips capturing hers, and Usagi moaned into the mouth covering her own as she felt a gentle hand capture a breast, another slipping between her legs to caress her burning cleft. Then Ranko's lips broke away from her own and slipped down along her neck and upper chest toward Usagi's free breast and the blonde's legs fell open as a finger probed between her damp folds and slipped up into her depths ...

... And Usagi gave out a yipe as her body smacked into the floor in a tangle of sheets. “Owww ...” she groaned as she untangled herself and sat up, looking around in the dim light. “Fell out of bed, again. And just when I was getting to the good part, too, dammit!” Of course, the last time I fell out of bed it was Kuno-dono that was driving me crazy, not Ranko-chan. When did that happen?

Rising to her feet, a very confused teenager turned toward the mirror in her room as her actions triggered the slow rising of her bedroom's lights. Staring at her reflection, the blonde examined her thin, not all that voluptuous body clad in the filmy, lacy black teddy she'd hoped her master would someday remove — had removed in her dreams any number of times. She wasn't a lesbian, her earlier dreams definitely proved that, and she'd never dreamed about a girl before, so what was different about Ranko?

With a sigh, she turned from the mirror to pick up the bedsheets scattered on the floor, only to pause at a sound coming through her open door — a soft thud. Turning toward the door, her eyes widened as she realized there was more light in the hall than could be explained by her own room's lighting. In fact, hadn't her room already been lit up a little when she first sat up? Glancing at the clock, Usagi frowned — three o'clock.

Quietly moving over to the doorway, she peeked around the doorframe to find light shining into the hall from the open door of the dojo next door. And now that she was listening, the soft sounds of someone moving around inside the room could be clearly heard in the otherwise silent night. It had to be either Kuno-dono or Ranko, but at this hour? After the previous day?

Slipping down the hall, the blonde leaned over to peak around the doorframe into the dojo, only to have her feet slip on the hallway's hardwood floor, and her head bounced off the opposite side of the doorway on its way to the ground. “Ow!” Sitting up (again!) and rubbing the side of her head, Usagi found herself looking at a disheveled, sweat-soaked and very naked (except for the slave-chain around her neck) red-haired girl staring at her with wild eyes. Usagi's own eyes widened as she realized that not all of her mistress's shiny, filmy coating was sweat.

Pulling herself to her feet, Usagi stepped into the dojo. “Ranko, what's wrong?”

“Wh-what makes ya think anything's wrong?” her mistress retorted.

“You're in the dojo at three in the morning, from the amount of sweat have been here awhile, you're completely naked, and you obviously didn't bathe after your time with Kuno-dono. Something is wrong, what is it?”

An arm flew up to cover the suddenly blushing redhead's bountiful chest, a hand covered the red bush and the folds it framed, and Ranma whirled around to face away from her bodyservant. “Sorry `bout that,” she mumbled.

Usagi walked up Ranma and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ranko, you didn't have a nightmare about yesterday?”

Ranm shook her head, back still to Usagi. “No, I haven't been asleep. Usagi, I ... I ... M-My Adjustment, it's g-g-gone!” she half-sobbed in a rush.

For a moment, Usagi stared at the back of her mistress's head uncomprehendingly, before her eyes widened in shocked realization. “You're a lesbian?” she gasped. “You ... you had to force yourself to ... to pleasure our master without the Adjustment to protect you?”

But Ranma shook her head. “No, I enjoyed it! And the Adjustment was gone, it was ... was me!”

“Oh.” Usagi's arms circled her mistress's shoulders and stomach to pull the redhead against her in a gentle hug. Contrary to popular opinion, Usagi was not stupid, simply lazy — physically lazy until she'd gained a mistress that insisted she take her martial arts training seriously (and that she'd found herself eager to please, oddly enough, eager enough to give that training her best effort), and mentally lazy as well. But while that had left her somewhat ignorant, it didn't mean she couldn't think when she had to and now her thoughts raced as she sought a way to comfort the girl that was more important to her than she'd realized.

Finally, she murmured in Ranma's ear, “Ranko, you've seen our master naked any number of times, think of one of them, picture it. Does he thrill you, make you shiver, want to caress him, want him to caress you?”

“No ... no, he doesn't,” Ranma said after a moment. “But —” She broke off as Usagi broke off her hug to place a hand on her shoulder and turn her around. The blonde placed a hand on either side of her mistress's head and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. For a moment Ranma froze in shock, and then one arm circled Usagi's back as the other fell to grip a firming buttock. She pulled her servant against her as the kiss deepened, her tongue pushing against her inexperienced companion's mouth, slipping in when the lips parted.

After several minutes the two girls broke apart, gasping for breath, Usagi blushing. “D-D-Did ...” she started in a quavery voice, broke off, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Did you enjoy that?”

Ranma nodded shakily. “Yeah ... yeah, I did.”

“Good.” Usagi grinned even as her blush deepened. She stepped back and reached up to her shoulders to slip her teddie's shoulder strips off. Slipping them down her arms, she slid it down her torso, her legs, stepped out of it and left the tiny pile of black fabric on the floor as she straightened to face a once again stunned Ranma. Spreading her legs slightly and pushing her chest forward as she crossed her arms behind her back and her blush spread down her neck and across her upper chest, she tried to smile saucily at her mistress. “Like what you see?” she asked in a tone that completely failed at being smoky, sultry.

A blushing Ranma giggled even as her eyes roamed over the marvelous body on display before her: shiny blonde hair, smooth skin, breasts not as large as her own (few women's were, especially when height was factored in) but firm and tipped by tiny nipples even now crinkling tight with arousal, her stomach firming up from exercise, her mound shaved bare and lower lips slightly shiny-damp, long legs also firming up... She nodded jerkily as she forced her eyes back up to the furiously blushing face of her servant. “Yeah, I d-d-do,” she managed to stammer out.

“Even better,” Usagi said, sighing with relief as she dropped her pose and stepped forward to pull Ranma into another hug, ignoring the way her mistress stiffened at the feel of their breasts pressed together. “Ranko,” she murmured in the redhead's ear, “I don't think Kuno-dono never knew it, but one of the full-use slaves he had owned before he bought you — the first one, purchased for him at Pyo-sama's order — was a lesbian. When I found out, she told me that it wasn't uncommon for noble's sons, to avoid inappropriate attachment. She never talked about her time in Kuno-dono's bed like the others did, but Makoto asked her once what it was like to be in bed with the Master when she wasn't attracted to him. She said it was like a cake without icing — it felt good, but was missing something and didn't do anything for her visually. I don't know if your Adjustment is actually gone or just hiding, but it sounds like you're the same way.”

Usagi smiled as she felt her armful relax against her, only to stiffen at what came next. “Oh, good,” Ranma muttered, “Akane'll be happy to hear that — I was ... nervous about what I'd hafta tell her tomorrow.”

Feeling as if the bottom had dropped out of her stomach, Usagi asked, her voice shaking slightly, “Akane? You mean Tendo Akane? Kuno-dono's other great love is your lover?”

“Yeah ... sorta,” Ranma answered, stiffening as she felt the arms around her tighten. With a sigh, she broke Usagi's embrace and stepped back to gaze searchingly into the blonde's eyes, then nodded to the now confused servant. “Usagi,” she said gently, “tomorrow — today, I guess — I'm gonna be visiting the Tendos.” Ignoring Usagi's gasp, she continued, “You're comin' with me. There's some things ya should know — deserve ta know — and I can't tell ya here, ya wouldn't believe me.”

“And I'll believe you at the Tendo dojo — the place Kuno-dono says is the source of all evil in Nerima?” the blonde shakily quipped, and Ranma chuckled grimly.

“I think we all learned differently today,” she retorted, “and yeah, you'll believe me, `cause there I can prove it. And now, I suppose I'd better get back to bed,” she continued, forcing a smile.

“No, you'll never get back to sleep, not after ... all this,” Usagi disagreed. “Instead, we're going to hop in my shower and get you cleaned up, remake my bed, and we'll sleep there.” When Ranma stiffened, the blonde added, “Just sleep, I'm not going to try to seduce you the night before you reunite with ... w-with your lover.”

Ranma froze at the sound of the tremor in Usagi's voice, and shot the blonde a sharp glance before her shoulders slumped slightly. “Not another one,” she murmured, before forcing on a smile. “I dunno how much sleep I'll get with ya pushed up against me, but yeah, probably more than in bed with Kuno-dono. Let's do it. Just set yer alarm so I can be back in bed before he wakes up.”

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Setsuna sighed with relief as she allowed her view of Kuno's personal dojo swirl away into the Time Gates' usual chaos — that had worked out rather well, better than she'd expected. Her Princess had been ... impressive. “So, let's see how that'll affect the future,” the emerald-haired woman murmured, and again concentrated on the Gates, watching intently as scene after scene flashed across her view, her eyes widening with each one. Finally stepping back, she stared at the Gates for a long moment in stunned amazement, then leaped straight up, shrieking “Yes!” as she pumped a fist in the air. “Finally, some kami is smiling on us! And there are some people that will want to know right away,” she continued enthusiastically. Summoning the Time Staff, she paused long enough to pull up her usual expression of cool disinterest, then stepped away.

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Hino Rei, her robe hanging open to display her nightgown-clad body, smiled down at the face of the man she was crouched over on the couch in the Hikawa Shrine's family room. Her smile broadened as her eager fingers finished pulling open his trouser's zipper and his engorged manhood sprang to attention. “Oh, good, you came properly attired,” she gently mocked even as one hand pulled aside her nightgown's panties and the other gripped the erect cock and guided it to her already damp nether lips.

“But Rei, what about —” her lover started to say, only to break off with a groan as she slowly lowered her hips and his cock sank into the wet heat of her sheath.

Rei hissed as she bottomed out, at the sense of fullness she had missed during their long separation, then leaned forward to look Chiba Mamoru in the eyes. “What about my grandfather?” she asked. Mamoru nodded and she smiled. “He's a very sound sleeper,” she said confidently, “and even moreso tonight after I slipped a little something into his tea. Setsuna's been keeping you busy running all over the Empire, and I'm not wasting any of our time together. This is certainly better than some boring old movie, isn't it?” she added, wiggling her hips, and laughed at his groan even as she began to bounce. Oh, she had missed this so much — Mamoru's courier duties normally kept him away from Edo most of the time, but he usually passed through on a regular basis. But they'd only just become lovers before his last run had almost had him circling the Empire's borders, and it had taken much too long for him to —

“Princess Mars, Prince Endymion, I have important news.”

Rei shrieked and whipped away from her perch, hands frantically closing her robe as Mamoru bolted upright and his hands hastily covered his crotch. “Setsuna!” Rei screamed, “What do you think you're doing?”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Pluto said blandly. “I just had some important news I thought the two of you should know immediately. But I can come back later, if you wish.”

Rei froze, blanching, and Mamoru lifted a gentle hand to her shoulder. “Is it the Princess?” he asked quietly. “She is finally joining us?”

“Yes, it's about the Princess, but no, she isn't joining us yet,” Setsuna replied, carefully ignoring the way the two on the couch relaxed at the news. “Actually, Prince, there's been an ... interesting ... turn of events and it seems you won't be marrying your reincarnated love, after all. I'm sure you are devastated.”

The couple stared at Sailor Pluto, struggling to process what they'd heard. “Why ...” Mamoru finally managed to get out, and the pair's shock deepened as the woman they'd thought an inscrutable sphinx actually smiled!

“Tonight, the Princess found her Prince. She's going to have to be patient, but if there's one thing we all have plenty of, it's time — and she is going to have no interest in marrying anyone else, however much she may have loved him in a former life. Which means the two of you can stop hiding your relationship from the others.”

Her smile deepening into an undeniable grin, Pluto added, “And now, I'll return you to your regularly scheduled program.” With that, the black and white fukued Senshi of Time vanished, leaving Rei and Mamoru gaping at empty space.

Shaking herself free from her shock, Rei whirled to embrace her lover hard enough that he thought he heard his ribs creak, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her shoulder shook, and the sound of her sobs filled the room. Mamoru gently embraced the crying girl, rocking her in his arms. “I know, love, I know,” he murmured, his own face streaked with tears. “I didn't think we'd get more than a brief time together, either.”

Finally, as his armful's sobs faded into hiccups and her grip on him relaxed, he shifted her around to sit in his lap. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “it's truly late, and now that we'll have all the time in the world to be together, perhaps we should —”

“Forget it, buster!” Rei growled, before pressing her mouth to his. When they finally broke for air, she smiled and wiggled in his lap, giggling at the sudden hitch in his breath. “Now, where were we?” she purred.