Greenery Day
by H. Saotome

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This story is a divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in the
spirit of the movie "Groundhog Day". Ranma is caught in an endless loop
of the first day he met the Tendos.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 3. Day 13

As Ranma followed her pop down the road, she figured she'd take some
time today to explore the Tendo house, to see if anything seemed like it
might be responsible for the repeating day. Though she figured she'd
take time for a little fun as well. That bit in the bathing room
yesterday had been rather ... interesting. She smirked at the memory.

As she followed her pop through the gate, the bell sounded, warning of
their approach. Running feet appeared as they reached the engawa, and
she was swept up into a bear hug as soon as she introduced herself.
Maybe tomorrow she'd try giving a fake name. She waited while the man
figured out what was pressing into his chest, which he did after a
moment, dropping her back to her feet.

Nabiki stepped up and poked her in the boob. "*She* ... is a girl!"

Ranma frowned, then grinned. Reaching out she wrapped her hand around as
much of the other girl's firm tit as she could enclose and squeezed,
hard. "Hey! So are you!"

Nabiki batted her hand away, wincing. "Of course I am! But *someone*
told us that *you* were a boy!" She looked up accusingly at her father
just as he fainted and collapsed to the floor.

                               o - o - o

This time when Kasumi suggested she take a bath, Ranma didn't even make
a token protest. She took the towel and went straight in. She washed and
rinsed herself in short order, then dropped into the furo for a nice
soak. Once there, Ranma leaned back and thought over his plans for what
was coming next.

"Okay, I could stand off to the side and let her walk in all the way
before she sees me. That would give me a pretty good look. But why stop
there? It's not like she's going to remember anything tomorrow. Not that
I want to do anything ... really nasty, or nothing. But why not try that
bumping into her thing? Just walk out the door while she's coming in,
and act clumsy. I'll make sure to grab her towel, which'll give me a
helluva better view than yesterday." He nodded firmly to himself.

He had to wait a short time since he'd gotten into the bath earlier than
on the previous occasions, but eventually he heard the sounds he was
listening for from the outer room. Hauling himself out of the water,
Ranma dried himself quickly, then paused at the door, towel flung over
his shoulder, posed and ready.

The door slid open, and Akane walked in, completely unaware of what was
waiting. Ranma stepped forward at the same time and the two of them
slammed into each other, hard. Akane's eyes flew wide, so far in shock
but not yet horror, her brain having had no time to process what she was
seeing. Ranma's hand closed firmly on the towel she clutched, yanking to
the side.

What he hadn't counted on was the slippery floor on which he stood. The
sudden impact caused his feet to slide out from under him, and then he
was falling, and she was falling as well, her eyes showing the first
glimmers of both fear and fury. His back hit the floor hard, and Akane's
falling weight tried to force the breath out of him, although his
martial arts training kicked in so that he tightened his muscles and was
only barely stunned.

For a moment they stared at each other in silence, and Ranma began to
think that he might not have planned this well enough. Then he realized
that the girl's legs were on either side of his, that she was straddling
his abdomen. Then his twitching and still very stiff cock brushed
against something - something hot, and moist, and oh shit he knew what
that had to be, there between her legs and all, and he hadn't planned
for this at all, and an evil thought in the back of his head said, "All
you have to do is give one thrust with your hips ..."

Except Akane realized what that must be brushing against her most
private, and unaccountably moist, spot at the same moment. With a hiss
of rage she sprang up, a curtain of red descending across her vision.
She aimed a kick to destroy the offending organ forever.

Ranma, seeing the blow coming just in time, leaped backward into a
handstand, and continued in a somersault back onto his feet. The girl
was still coming, punching and kicking, with apparently murderous
intention. Dodging rather more desperately than had been required
earlier in the dojo, he protested, "Hey sorry! I didn't mean that to
happen! Really!"

He might as well have been trying to talk down a charging rhino. At
least he was getting a fascinating view of bouncing tits and a trim
little midnight black bush of hair. Not that he was able to allot much
of his attention to these sights.

The dance lapped twice around the bathing room, and Ranma decided his
best bet was just to let this girl Akane wear herself down. Then he
could escape. With some new memories to dwell on. He spun slowly, not
quite distracted, remembering what his dick had touched, trying to store
a permanent recollection of what it had felt like.

At his latest and somewhat slower dodge, Akane made the attempt to kick
the boy's head off, her foot snapping high above her own head. Leaning
to the side as the delicate yet callused foot swept past, Ranma's gaze
was irresistibly drawn to Akane's pussy, winking between the engorged
petals of her sex. He was forced to swallow, as his mouth flooded with
saliva. The room seemed to spin dizzily.

A white sheet of fire across his vision, a moment of pain, and blackness
swallowed him.

                               o - o - o

Ranma woke up and looked at the park around him, the morning sun barely
above the horizon. /What?/ he thought to himself. /What happened to the
rest of the day?/ Remembering that last moment of pain, he wondered
soberly if the girl had managed to kill him after all.

Thinking hard, he finally pulled up some fuzzy memories of people
talking. And of something liquid being pushed between his lips and
coaxed down his throat. Not dead then, but it seemed he'd pretty much
been out cold the rest of that day.

/Shit,/ Ranma realized, /I didn't have a chance to do any exploring of
the house at all yesterday./ Should he perhaps leave off his little
games? Remembering everything he'd seen, he smirked. /Nah. But maybe I
should try being a bit less clumsy next time. Let's see. Maybe if I .../

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