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 7. Day 19

After watching the police haul off the tranquilized panda for the fourth
morning in row, Ranma walked into a nearby cafe and ordered breakfast
for himself. He wanted to mull over his plans for the day one more time
before putting them into effect. Or trying to put them into effect.
After all, things didn't always go quite the way he intended.

He *had* managed to get the Tendo girls to tell him quite a lot about
themselves the last three days, and even paid attention. He knew that
Kasumi had a fair bit more experience than she wanted either of her
sisters to know about, as well as some pretty quirky ideas, like her
whole `boys shouldn't touch semen' attitude. It had given him
considerable amusement to maneuver her into saying more than she
intended in front of the other two girls, and watching her blush
afterward. The looks of shock on Akane's face were kind of priceless as
well.

In almost direct contrast, Nabiki tried to pretend to *more* experience
than she truly had. Although she never came straight out and claimed
anything that wasn't true, still she danced around the truth trying to
get him to draw the wrong conclusions. After sifting her words for the
last few days, however, he was nearly certain that she hadn't done
anything more than kiss a boy so far. A smile touched his lips as he
reflected on his plan to make use of that tendency to imply she'd done
more than she really had.

The youngest sister, Akane, hadn't even kissed a boy. She had some
darned unflattering opinions about guys in general, although in those
instances where her sisters persuaded her to set those attitudes aside
for a few moments, she could demonstrate an innocent curiosity about sex
- and his body in particular - which was always guaranteed to make him
rock hard. And to be honest with himself, once she had explained about
the morning fights with the idiots at her school, he found that he
couldn't blame her too much for her opinions. It was a pity that every
day was Sunday for him, and he couldn't make a trip to her school to
beat the shit out of all those assholes himself, but he had played with
the notion of hunting down this Kuno fellow one day and putting him in
the hospital until the time loop reset.

The second day of pretending to be a girl had been almost identical to
the first, other than learning a lot more about the girls. He had hoped
to get further with Kasumi during their sex education lesson that
afternoon, but it hadn't worked out that way. The only additional
success he could claim for that day was that he got back to her bedroom
quickly enough after changing back to a guy that she didn't have a
chance to put her panties back on. She was still completely nude when he
left the room for the final time, but he'd hoped to achieve so much
more.

Then the day after that. Hell, talk about things not going according to
plan. He'd been standing in a slightly different position or something
in the furo when Nabiki grabbed his cock and Kasumi pulled her hand off.
Whether that was the reason, or something else, Kasumi hadn't managed to
get in front of him in time when he came. Instead it was *Akane's* face
he'd painted with his jism in long trails from forehead to chin. His
last clear memory was the look of utter and complete shock in her eyes.

After that there was only pain. And the rest of the day was a complete
blank.

Yesterday, or rather, the most recent repetition of the day, had gone
much, much better. For one thing, he'd been able to position himself a
little closer in the furo, and when he came, not only did Kasumi manage
to interpose herself, but he was able to aim himself somewhat. As a
result, even though her face was liberally splattered, a lot more of his
spunk was concentrated around her mouth. She had licked it off, just
like the previous two occasions, but this time he had the pleasure of
watching her lap up a whole lot more.

Then there was the sex education lesson with Kasumi in the afternoon.
Ranma hummed to himself in pleasure as he replayed the memory of how
that worked out at the end.

                               o - o - o

He looked down at the older girl lying naked on the bed in front of him,
on her side with her face buried in the pillow. She had reacted in an
identical manner as on the previous two days to the realization that he
had been fully aware of her licking his cum off of her lips earlier in
the bathing room. Thankfully the position did nothing to conceal either
her gorgeous boobs or the patch of brown fur at the junction of her
thighs. Ranma pumped his iron shaft vigorously while drinking in the
sight, knowing that he'd have to be ready to shoot shortly after she
noticed what he was doing.

However, today he had no intention of filling her bra cup again. Instead
he positioned his left hand, palm up, right at the end of his dick. He
licked his lips as he watched Kasumi stir and push herself up.

When she sat up her eyes widened in shock, and she exclaimed as before,
"Ranma-chan! What are you *doing*?" On the other hand, she didn't fall
over on her back this time, which he supposed was due to his hand
shielding her from anything which might erupt in her direction.

In any case, he had to muster the energy to give her the appropriate
response, despite how close he was to coming. Grunting, Ranma announced,
"I wanna find out what it tastes like. I'm gonna catch some and taste
it."

Kasumi looked as dumbfounded as the previous occasions, and her response
was no more coherent. "No, you can't! A girl mustn't swallow her *own*
cum!" A pause. "I mean ... a boy's semen is for a girl. Not the boy,
that's wrong. Only the girl should ... uh, that is, if she's ... if
they're ... if ..." She put a hand over her eyes, then moved it and
looked at him again. "A boy shouldn't do that."

"Well I'm a girl, and I wanna taste it," Ranma declared hoarsely through
gritted teeth. He moaned as he approached the point of no return, and
stumbled forward a half step.

Kasumi's arm flashed out to grab his hand where it was pumping his cock,
probably with some idea for stopping him. Today he was ready and pulled
his own hand away at the last second, so that her grip closed around his
shaft. His hand closed again a split second later, over hers, and pumped
again, only this time it was the firm grasp of Kasumi's soft hand which
slid along the length of his manhood. That one stroke was more than
enough, and Ranma's entire body spasmed as he filled his left hand with
blast after blast of sticky white cream.

He released her hand instantly, before the flabbergasted Kasumi truly
realized what had just happened. He noted with pleasure that she, on the
other hand, did not immediately release her own grip on his shaft. In
fact, her hand moved back and forth slightly, although that was as
likely as anything to be due to simple inability to hold her arm steady.

A thread of white cum leaked between his fingers, stretched, and broke
off. Two pairs of eyes followed its descent as it fell into the nest of
curly brown hairs right at the top of Kasumi's slit. The young woman
moaned and reached down with her free hand to wipe it away, but only
managed to smear the gooey drop among the hairs and onto her flesh.

Ranma fought down a leer, and moved on to the next step. He raised his
left hand slowly toward his face. Licking his lips in an anticipatory
fashion, he remarked, "Okay. Now to see how it tastes."

Kasumi shot to her feet, yanking Ranma forward as her hand pulled on his
slightly deflated prick. Looking down in startlement, it seemed to take
her several seconds to realize what she was holding, or that it was her
hand doing the holding. Once the realization was fully processed her
fingers flew open. Shaking her head to put those thoughts behind her,
she reached up and grabbed Ranma's arm at the wrist.

"Ranma-chan, you can't do that," Kasumi pleaded. "Boys don't put semen
in their mouth. That's just ... wrong. No proper boy would do such a
thing." Throughout the speech she never once looked him in the eyes; her
gaze was entirely fixed upon the puddle in his cupped hand.

"But I'm a girl, not a boy," Ranma reminded her querulously. "So it's
all right."

"No it's not," Kasumi replied firmly. "Right now you're a boy, and ...
and that means you need to behave like a boy."

Ranma pouted. "But then how am I gonna know whether it tastes good?"

Kasumi struggled to think, still staring at his hand. "I ... I suppose
you could change back into a girl first."

Ranma blinked, nonplussed. That wasn't the answer he was shooting for at
all. He gave his hand a dubious look and ventured, "Not sure I can
manage to hold onto it until I can find some cold water and change back.
Not to mention I'd need to get dressed before I go running around the
house looking for some cold water, and that wouldn't be so easy
one-handed. Besides, what if it doesn't stay fresh that long?"

After the first sentence, Kasumi prepared to suggest that she could go
get the cold water for him. After she got dressed herself, of course.
But then his last statement penetrated and she frowned. Semen really was
best when it was fresh.

Ranma started to raise his hand toward his mouth again, pulling on her
arm. After a moment Kasumi pulled back, resisting, and he allowed her to
stop him. He whined, "I wanna know, I have it now, and I ain't got time
to change back."

Kasumi added her other hand to her grip and hauled back, pulling Ranma's
arm a few centimeters further from his mouth. The image of letting him
do what he was attempting was intolerable, but there was only one
alternative she could think of. She only hoped the idea was a good one,
and didn't merely seem good because the thought made her moist.
Hesitantly she said, "I suppose I could find out for you. But! You have
to promise - promise! - that you'll never mention this to my sisters."

Ranma kept the victorious grin off of his face. "You will?" he asked,
making the lust in his voice sound like wonder.

"You have to promise," the naked girl holding his arm repeated.

Ranma nodded, a little harder than he intended. "I promise. Cross my
heart. I'll never tell anyone."

Kasumi licked her lips. "Okay then," she said in little more than a
whisper. She raised his hand up to a point level with her chin. Bending
her face forward slightly, she extended her tongue and touched the tip
to the surface of the pool of jism. The taste awoke vivid memories, and
it occurred to her that Ranma might not believe her if she didn't act
like she was taking a real taste. With that she plunged her tongue fully
into the puddle, pressing it against the skin of his palm, then scooping
up a goodly amount and bringing it up into her mouth. She held it on her
tongue for one blissful moment before swallowing, relishing the feel of
the thick spunk sliding slowly down her throat.

"So," Ranma choked out, entranced by her behavior. "What's it like?"

"Wonderful," Kasumi drawled out dreamily. It was even better than her
memories, the adult teenager thought, and wondered if that was due to
the distance of the memory or if Ranma truly did taste better than the
few men with whom she had prior experience. Then she seemed to realize,
despite her closed eyes, that Ranma was looking at her in a peculiar
fashion. Opening her eyes she stuttered, "It's very good. Trust me.
Really, really good."

"That good, huh?" The boy looked at his hand as if he was considering
something.

Kasumi quickly moved one of her hands from his wrist to cover his palm,
feeling some of the contents stick to the surface of her own hand. "Yes,
very good. But it's only for girls."

Ranma pretend-frowned. "Seems a pity to waste it then. But if I can't
try it, I guess I just gotta get dressed and go wash it off. Unless ..."
He looked up at her. "Unless you'd like some more. I mean, if it's that
good and all."

Kasumi was looking at him when he made this suggestion, and she felt her
mind go blank. Her eyes slowly turned back down toward their overlapping
hands. She licked her lips, shuddering slightly as heat spread across
her body. She became aware that her face must be burning. There was no
way to give in to this desire except to behave in a wanton fashion right
in front of Ranma, given that he was holding the object of temptation,
as it were. To let the prim and proper mask slip in front of this
stranger.

Slip more, anyway. In fact, she wouldn't be doing anything she hadn't
just done while he watched. And she already had his promise not to say
anything to anyone. And he was so innocent, that he couldn't possibly
realize all of the implications of her behavior.

Or at least, it wasn't hard to accept such rationalizations in her
current frame of mind.

Without speaking further, Kasumi lifted her hand off of his and brought
her hand up to her mouth. She quickly licked across her own palm,
collecting all of the residue which clung there. Then she leaned over
and touched her tongue to his hand once more. Carefully, delicately, she
began to lap up the cream he held there. The pool gradually disappeared
until she was dragging her tongue across almost dry skin, seeking out
any traces which remained. Finally, reluctantly, the girl lifted her
head, nearly oblivious to the boy who still stood before her.

Ranma was hard as a rock. And hoping like hell that Kasumi wouldn't
notice. Or maybe that she would, and might decide to coax even more cum
out of him for her dining pleasure.

Eventually Kasumi took notice of his presence once more. "Ah,
Ranma-kun," she addressed him with a dazed expression, seeming uncertain
of why he was there in her room.

"Um, had enough?" Ranma asked, not quite daring to suggest openly that
there was more to be had where that came from.

"Oh, yes," the young woman replied in obvious pleasure. Then she
blinked, as if realization of her own words was starting to penetrate
the fog.

The teenage boy changed his mind, deciding to hell with it, even if he
screwed up now, there was always another today. "If you want more, I,
uh, seem to be ready to make more. If you'd like to, you know, get it
out."

Kasumi looked down at the very erect cock pointing at her own nudity,
and frowned. That had sounded ... not quite so innocent as she expected.
In fact ...

She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing them over her magnificent
mammaries. "I don't think so. In fact, I think you should go now."

Ranma kicked himself internally. Still, she hadn't hit him or yelled at
him, and didn't even seem particularly angry, just a bit ... suspicious.
Not really a disaster, and like he'd told himself a moment ago, tomorrow
was another today. Eighteen or so hours from now, and this girl would
never remember any of it, let alone a suggestion that might have been
more perverted than he was supposed to be capable of making.

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to act like it was of no matter.
"Okay," he replied, "I guess I oughta change back to a girl and go
unpack my stuff. See ya later." He gave her a bright smile, winning a
puzzled expression in return, before pulling the robe back on and
slipping quickly out the door. He paused on the other side long enough
to catch his breath, pumped his fist in victory, then skipped down the
stairs to find some water.

                               o - o - o

Ranma grinned over his breakfast once more, as he finished rerunning the
scene from Kasumi's bedroom the previous day. A pity she hadn't gone
along with actively giving him a handjob, or even more, but he had no
complaints with what he had talked her into. Even now his prick was
solid steel from the memory of the older girl licking every drop of his
cum out of the palm of his hand.

Now for today ... He went over his plans one more time in preparation.

                               o - o - o

A short time later, Ranma was in the Tendo's bathing room, soaping
herself up beside the three sisters. Nabiki had just finished explaining
how she shaved her pubes into a thin strip.

Ranma looked down at her own bush, acting as if the notion boggled her
mind, even though she'd had a few days now to get used to the idea. She
looked up again and asked, with a manufactured tremor in her voice, "You
... you shave it? Isn't that dangerous?"

Nabiki laughed. "Not as long as you're careful. It's not like you hack
at it with a machete, after all." Her smile turned sly and she asked,
"Would you like me to shave yours for you?"

Ranma looked down between her legs again, then locked eyes with the
middle sister, making the first serious change in the day's routine.
"Okay. I guess I ought to learn how. Thanks for offering to help."

Nabiki blinked, staring at the redhead in surprise for several seconds.
Then she shook herself and replied, "Um, yeah, okay. No problem."

"After we finish up, though," Ranma appended. "I've really been needing
a bath, and it's ... nice ... sharing it with all of you."

"We're happy to do it," Kasumi told the girl cheerfully. Then she
compressed her lips and suggested, "You might want to wait until after
lunch to have Nabiki show you how to shave yourself. By the time we
finish our bath it will be almost lunchtime, and there's no need to be
rushed about it."

Nabiki just shrugged. If she was going to do it, it didn't much matter
to her when.

After all four girls rinsed off, Nabiki rose, stretching. "I don't know
about you guys, but I'm ready for a long soak in the furo."

"But if I join you, I'll change into a boy," Ranma pointed out, hiding
her amusement as the other girls all blushed deeply. "You ain't gonna
want to sit the furo with a naked boy right in front of you. I mean,
looking at me when I'm a boy and dressed is one thing. Having to stare
right into a boy's, uh, *private parts*, that's something else
entirely." She looked straight at Nabiki.

As hoped, Nabiki responded to the implied challenge. "It wouldn't bother
*me*, any. Hell, I might *enjoy* the view! Akane, now ..."

"Shut up, Nabiki," the youngest sister growled furiously. "Of course we
won't ..."

"Of course we'll soak in the furo with you, Ranma-chan," Kasumi declared
forcefully, overriding her sister. She reached over and placed a hand on
Akane's shoulder. "I would like a soak. And despite the fact Nabiki is
teasing you, it would be unfair to leave Ranma out. Remember that she's
a girl, whatever she may look like."

"Yeah," Nabiki added. "Kasumi and I are gonna soak in the furo with
Ranma, whatever you do. So, you going to join us, or are you too much of
a sissy to look at a boy's bits when it's not even really a boy?"

"Fine," Akane snarled. She stomped over to the furo and plopped herself
down into the water, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ranma waited for the other two girls to enter the water, then stepped in
herself. Her focus was on Akane as the change to a boy swept over his
body.

Akane's eyes flew wide. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Are *all* boys that
big!"

Ranma glanced down at his rigid staff and replied before either of the
other two sisters could. "Not usually. But there's nothing abnormal
about it. Still, I sometimes wonder if - instead of Spring of Drowned
Man - maybe pop pushed me into a Spring of Drowned Porn Star instead."

Kasumi smiled at the dubious expressions on the faces of her two younger
sisters. "Ranma-chan is telling the truth," she told them. "It's
definitely quite a bit bigger than average, but still perfectly normal."
As their puzzled stares turned in her direction, she hastily added, "Or
at least that's what I understand from all the medical texts I've read."

Akane turned her gaze down toward her own lap under the water. "But ...
but ... how's it supposed to *fit*?"

Again Ranma was quick to get in his own reply first. In as dreamy a
voice as he could manage, he said, "Oh, believe me. Even guys who are
bigger than this can *definitely* fit." Then as if suddenly realizing
what he had said, he dropped, hunkering down neck deep in the water,
acting embarrassed.

Nabiki raised her eyebrows. "It sounds to me like you've had a bit of
experience."

Ranma shrugged. "I'm sixteen. Of course I have. You're older'n that,
right? You gonna tell me that you haven't tried out a boy or two by
now?"

Nabiki blinked, then smirked. "Probably. But I don't believe in giving
away that sort of information for free."

Akane stared in shock at her next older sister, before turning back to
Ranma. "Well *I'm* sixteen, too, and *I* definitely haven't" - she
squirmed - "done that."

Ranma dropped the embarrassed pretense, and fixed Akane with a gentle
smile. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," he told her softly.
"Though I admit you have to find the right guy first. Too many boys our
age are immature perverts who don't know their dick from a baseball bat.
But if you can find a decent one ..." He trailed off, licking his lip
with the tip of his tongue. He also kept an eagle eye on both Akane and
Nabiki, trying to judge their reactions for use in future ploys.

Akane just blew a raspberry at him. Nabiki on the other hand seemed to
be pondering his words.

After another few moments, Nabiki suggested that perhaps Ranma could
stand up and give them another look. Which, after a token protest, he
did. However, when Nabiki repeated her daily request at this point to
touch it, and reached out, he quickly sat on the side of the furo behind
him.

"I think that might be going a bit far what with the four of us crowded
together here in the furo," he pointed out with a touch of humor. "But I
suppose, if you really ain't scared to try, you could ask again later.
After our shaving lesson."

Nabiki's mouth twisted, not quite able to achieve a nonchalant grin.
"Maybe I will," she responded.

Akane had crossed her arms at the little by-play. "Really, oneechan,"
she scolded.

Kasumi gave her sisters a smile. "Now, now, Akane. It's not like she and
Ranma would do anything ... serious. It's just a little harmless
curiosity." With that she stood up. "It's been ... interesting,
Ranma-chan. But I have to go prepare lunch now."

The others joined the oldest girl, drying off and getting dressed. With
the added step in Ranma's case of a quick cold splash in the shower
first, to restore her claimed female self. While slipping into her
clothes, Ranma reviewed what she'd accomplished so far, and considered
herself satisfied. She was particularly pleased with the flash of a
grimace which passed across Nabiki's face, when Kasumi asserted that
quite obviously nothing serious would occur between the middle girl and
Ranma while they were alone later.

                               o - o - o

Nabiki looked up from her photography magazine at the sound of a knock
on her door. She was pretty sure it was their new guest, as well as the
reason that the girl was there. Rising from her reclining position on
the bed, she called out cheerily, "Come in!"

The door opened to reveal Ranma in her buxom redheaded form. In one hand
she held a bucket with steam rising from it, and in the other a basket
from which a corner of a towel protruded. Kicking the door shut with her
foot, she walked over to the bed and plopped down cross-legged onto the
floor. Able to see the contents of the basket now, Nabiki observed that
it contained scissors, a safety razor and shaving cream as well. She
raised an eyebrow at how well prepared the other girl was.

Ranma shrugged at the obvious unspoken message. "Pop liked to have me
shave him. I wasn't sure whether you use the same stuff for this, but
figured I might as well bring it with me."

Nabiki nodded at the sensible answer. She spread the newspaper she'd
brought upstairs on the floor beside the bed, then pointed at the spot.
"Okay. Strip, sit there, and spread 'em."

Deliberately misconstruing but hiding her smirk, Ranma tugged off her
shirt and bra in one motion and tossed them aside. Then she reached for
her pants.

"Why'd you take your shirt off?" Nabiki demanded, crossing her arms with
a scowl.

Ranma looked at her in bewilderment. "You told me to strip," she pointed
out with flawless logic.

The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes heavenward. "Fine. Whatever. Get
your pants off and let's get to this."

A moment later Nabiki found herself staring at mildly engorged labia
whose petals were peeking out daintily, surrounded by a sparse but
extensive nest of scarlet curls. She resisted shaking her head at the
color, but couldn't help thinking the same as when she'd first seen it
in the bathing room that morning. Frankly, if it weren't for the fact
that the hair on top of her head was exactly the same color, she'd be
certain that the slightly weird girl in front of her had dyed her bush.

Snapping back to the present, Nabiki declared, "First things first. You
want to take those scissors and trim it down. Makes it easier to shave.
By the way, are you planning to take it all off, or leave a patch when
you're done?"

Ranma shrugged, not caring. It would all be back tomorrow. "Might as
well do it all this time, instead of worrying about what to remove and
what not. If I wanna get fancy, I can do that some other time." She
lifted the scissors, and then a blizzard of fine red hairs fell to the
newspaper.

Nabiki blinked. "You, uh, might want to go slower than that next time.
Don't want to risk cutting yourself, after all."

The redhead threw her an obvious smirk and replied. "Martial arts cunt
hair trimming." She was hoping that the combination of silliness and
crudeness was resonate with the older girl's sense of humor.

Nabiki snorted. "Riiiight," she drawled. "Now soak the towel in that hot
water you were smart enough to bring, and get yourself ... hot." She
smirked herself, before a startled flash lit her eyes. "Er ... that
won't be enough hot water to change you, will it?"

Ranma pondered possible responses, but quickly decided to play this one
straight. "Naw. Damp cloth's not enough to make me a boy. Now, if I
wrung the towel out on myself ... but I ain't gonna do that. Don't
worry. You won't hafta look at a naked boy sitting on your bed."

Nabiki huffed. "What makes you think I haven't seen naked boys on my bed
plenty of times before? Or that I'd mind in your case?"

Ranma didn't even look up. "If you wanna check me out again, I don't
mind. Really, I understand the curiosity. But I figure we oughta get the
shaving done first."

The Tendo daughter swallowed, not accustomed to someone taking her
little innuendos seriously. Gamely she forged ahead, knelt in front of
their house guest and picked up the can of shaving cream, noting in
passing with approval that it was unscented. "That should be enough time
with the towel. I'll shave you this time so you can see how it's done.
That was the agreement after all."

Spreading the cream over her mound clearly had an arousing effect on the
petite redhead. The razor just as clearly had an opposite effect. When
Nabiki got her own lotion and rubbed it into the skin afterward, the
pendulum swung back once more and it was all Ranma could do not to moan
out loud. Finally it was done.

"So what do you think?" Nabiki asked, sitting back on her ankles.

Ranma looked down, cocking her head to one side. "A little weird, to be
honest. You'd think I was nine years old again if it weren't for these
boobs."

Nabiki's mouth twisted. "Believe me. No one's going to mistake you for a
nine year old."

Ranma reached down and rested her fingers on the handle of the bucket.
"So you still want me to change into a guy? You sure you won't be too
embarrassed?"

"What do you mean, too embarrassed? I'm never ..."

Without waiting to hear, Ranma lifted the bucket and poured just enough
to trigger the change. He used the still wet towel to sop up as much of
the excess as possible. Then he looked up into Nabiki's open mouth and
wide eyes. Eyes which were firmly fixed on his lap.

Turning his own eyes downward, the boy observed that he was standing up
like a flagpole, waiting to be saluted. He also noted that the lack of
hair had carried over through the gender change.

"Okay, I've gotta admit that looks weird," he said thoughtfully. "Never
seen a guy who was bald down there. It sorta ... stands out, don't it?"

"And I suppose you've seen that many?" the young woman inquired with a
cocked eyebrow.

Ranma smiled knowingly. "Not that many, maybe. But I've seen my share,
yeah." He chuckled. "I'm not some innocent little prude like your little
sister. Are you?"

Nabiki flinched, and raised her chin. "Huh. As if."

Ranma wrapped his fingers around his staff and started stroking slowly.
"You know, it really feels different like this. Still damned good. Just
... different." Glancing back at his slightly dazed companion, he slyly
asked, "So how many guys have *you* been with?"

Staring mesmerized at the hand sliding along the large, purple headed,
not to put too fine a point on it, *cock* in front of her, Nabiki
started to reply, "I've n..." Catching herself, she quickly substituted,
"None of your business." She returned to her silent study.

"Did you wanna touch it?" Ranma asked softly. At her quick glance he
added, "You tried. This morning, in the furo."

Nabiki nodded silently. She reached out with tentative fingers,
caressing their tips along the head, then further down. When she reached
Ranma's own hand, he released his own hold, then gently guided her
fingers around his organ. With the slightest nudge, she took over the
task of stroking him.

Breathing deeply, he suggested, "I guess you've done this before."

Breaking out of the little reverie into which she had fallen, the girl
answered, "Like I said, none of your business. You seem pretty quick
with the questions - how are you with answers? You said you've seen your
share of boys. Just how many times have you ..." She gestured with her
free hand, toward the other hand which was still continuing its motion.
"done the horizontal tango?"

Ranma shrugged. "Don't remember how many times *total*, but I'm willing
to tell you how many different boys. Three." He'd made up the number of
the spot, figuring it would sound experienced without making his
red-haired alter ego sound like a slut. "Enough to know that shit about
`size doesn't matter' is crap made up by guys with teeny weewees. The
one in Okinawa who was even better hung this this ..." He rolled his
eyes blissfully and bit his lower lip, before finishing, "he was
fan-fucking-tastic."

Nabiki bit her own lip and squeezed her thighs together, her eyes fixed
on the throbbing manhood standing at attention in her grasp. Thinking of
the dildo hidden in her drawer, she slowly said, "I'll admit, I've never
... had one quite *this* large before. I always thought ... the ones
I've had before made me feel pretty, you know, full." At least the dildo
certainly had.

Ranma managed an almost girly giggle. "Believe me, there's full and then
there's *full*. But I don't know." He smirked. "Maybe you should stick
to the junior leagues. You sound too scared to try one this big."

The teenaged girl's eyes flashed. "I can handle anything you could," she
stated with authority. Upon reflection, the boy in front of her *was*
smaller than her in his proper girl form, so she probably *could* handle
any prick comfortably enough if it wasn't too big for this Ranma to
manage. Trying to gain the upper ground, she tried a different tack.
"Have you ever thought about trying this monster out? Like, with a
girl?"

Ranma guffawed, making Nabiki blush. "Of *course* I have. Sure, it's a
bit perverted, me being a girl. Originally, anyway. But if you were in
my place, do you think *you* could avoid thinking about it? In any case,
why're you asking?" He half closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the
handjob he was receiving. "Are you offering to let me try it out with
*you*?"

So much for getting the upper hand - Nabiki was sure her blush extended
right down to her toes. For a moment speech failed her, and the little
grin on the fake boy's face got right under her skin. Finally she forced
out the words that she was sure would erase the grin for good. "Well,
what if I am? After all, I *am* a girl. *You're* the one who'd be doing
something unnatural and freaky for the real you."

Ranma suppressed his triumphant cheer, maintaining only the small, tight
grin. "Ooh. That sounds like a dare. And unlike some people, *I* ain't a
chicken. What if I say, `Okay, I'm game.' You got the guts to say the
same? Or would you try to weasel out?"

All right, she had officially lost complete control of this
conversation. Not that she ever really had it in the first place. It was
a very unusual feeling for Nabiki Tendo. She was accustomed to *other*
people being the ones to lick their lips nervously, and groping for
their responses. Still, what could she do now? Either she had to put up,
or she'd have to stutter out something like, "Um, no. On second thought,
I'm not up for it. That thing of yours is just too big and scary and,
truth to tell, I've never really done it before, except for this little
toy I have." Nope. No way she was going to admit anything like that.
She'd painted herself into a corner, but she wasn't a chicken. Not her.

Besides, as first times go, it might even be a good thing that the boy
was really a girl. At least she could be pretty sure he'd know where
everything was.

"If anyone's going to weasel out, it'll be you. Are you really serious?
I mean, really? Because if you are, the bed is right behind you. So,
time to put up or shut up." She finally released her hold on his
manhood, stood up, and placed her fists on her hips, staring him down.

Ranma rose languidly, fighting down a sudden attack of nerves. This was
it! He was really going to do it! Taking the surprised girl in his arms,
he nuzzled her neck while he began undoing the buttons of her shirt.

"Seriously?" Nabiki whispered, although she made no move to resist. She
herself was uncertain as to whether her motionless state was due to
cooperation or simple shock.

Ranma didn't bother to reply. He finished unbuttoning her shirt, then
went to work on her shorts. A moment later the shorts slid down her legs
to the floor, and he pushed her shirt down her arms to fall off as well.
His mouth worked its way up from her neck to her ear as he felt behind
the girl's back for the fastener of her bra, hoping he wouldn't fumble
that.

/Last chance, Nabiki girl,/ she told herself, as she felt her panties
slide down her legs, along with a trail of kisses that went down her
front and ended around her navel. /Are you really sure you want to go
through with this?/ She considered the alternatives once more, and once
again decided that admitting her hesitancy, and inexperience, carried
the higher price. She licked her lips nervously as she was lowered to
the bed.

In planning for this moment or one like it, Ranma had recollected the
bragging of a self-proclaimed ladies' man in some dojo, and his scornful
remarks about not just `ramming it in.' Coupling that with how it had
felt when he stuck his own finger in his own fairly new vagina while
dry, the teenage boy had a fairly clear idea about the need to make sure
that a girl in this situation was ready. He continued to land butterfly
kisses on Nabiki's belly and thighs, while his fingers replayed his own
best memories of playing with his female parts. In short order he had
the middle daughter of the Tendo household squirming and moaning under
his attentions, and her pussy had graduated from slightly damp to super
duper slippery. Ranma mentally awarded himself a black belt in
seduction, although a more objective observer might have suggested
something closer to orange. Still, for a virgin, he at least deserved
honorable mention.

Moving up her body, Ranma positioned himself at her entrance, then
paused. Some last vestige of honor forced him to inquired, "Are you sure
about this? I'll stop if you want."

Nabiki only hissed through gritted teeth, "Do it!" Then without waiting
for him to comply, she grabbed his ass with her fingernails and pulled
him toward her.

Caught by surprise, Ranma pushed a little harder than intended, and his
cock shoved between her petals, the head popping inside her entrance.
She gasped a loud "Motherf-" and sweat beaded her forehead. Ranma
somehow managed to pause, despite the claws still digging into his ass
cheeks, and waited for Nabiki to relax, at least by some small margin.

She gave no verbal indication, but when her teeth stopped pressing quite
so hard into her lower lip, Ranma took that as a sign to continue.
Slowly he pressed forward, pushing his thick pole into the ex-virgin
centimeter by steady centimeter. He was still only halfway in when
Nabiki's eyes rolled upward and she moaned, "Oh my fucking God!" He
decided to pause for a moment until she began breathing again, then
pushed onward once more.

Eventually he was all the way in and then he stopped once more, giving
himself time to take it all in. The heat, the slickness, the tightness
... oh hell yes, the fabulous tightness, gripping his cock so vastly
much better than his hand ever had. He couldn't believe the *years* he'd
wasted, using his own hand, when there were girls available he could
have talked into doing this. Well, no one could claim that Ranma was too
stupid to learn a lesson. He planned to do a lot more of this in the
future. Oh, shit, yes. A whole, whole lot more.

"I think ... you can move a bit more now," Nabiki whispered breathily.

Recalling that he wasn't alone in this undertaking, Ranma returned his
attention to the entirety of the girl lying underneath him, her thighs
pressed to either side of his hips. He slowly withdrew himself. She was
so tight he had to apply pressure to withdraw, despite how slippery her
passage was. Stopping with the helmet of his cock still fully embedded,
he reversed direction and slid forward once more. He listened with
fascination to the moans which sounded almost *forced* from his
partner's throat.

For Nabiki's part, she was now thinking of her toy as just that ... a
toy. *This* was the real thing. Sure it had hurt when he first stretched
her, and she was uncomfortably certain she was going to be sore and
walking bowlegged the rest of the day, but damn ... She felt so
wonderfully full, and the way the motion stimulated her fun button was
making her see stars! Of course, she was going to have to try to find a
real boy - this felt a teensy bit like lesbianism and that just wasn't
her thing - and God knew where she was going to find a guy who was
mature enough, closemouthed enough *and* this well hung. She was
confident she'd manage somehow though. In the meantime ...

She wrapped her feet around the tight ass above her with a groan. "A bit
faster, Ranma-chan. You're doing ... ooh! ... yeah, just like that."

As for Ranma, he was growing cross-eyed as he fought to prevent the
boiling in his balls from overflowing. He wanted this to last, and was
trying his damnedest to convince his little swimming soldiers to back
the fuck off until he was ready to let them make their charge. Trouble
was, they were giving him the finger and preparing to charge anyway,
orders or no. Gasping at their betrayal he groaned, "I'm about to come!"

Nabiki used the leverage of her feet to shove herself harder on his
cock. She was so close! But there was a whisper at the back of her
brain. Whimpering at the sudden realization, she gave a groan of her
own. "Oh, shit. Pull out. I can't get pregnant!"

Her feet weren't listening to her. They were still locked behind him,
pressing hard against his ass.

Ranma almost laughed, but managed to keep it locked behind his teeth.
Even if he did knock her up, she'd be a virgin again come tomorrow
morning. Still, might as well spout some bullshit to keep her from
panicking.

"No ... worry. When I change ... all the sperm ... they'll disappear.
I'm a girl ... 'member?"

"Oh good," Nabiki panted, barely processing this. She slammed herself
onto his royal scepter one last time then locked every muscle in her
body. Head arching backward, she screamed, "Oh, holy fuck! I'm coming!
I'm comiiiiiing!"

Brain shorting out temporarily, Ranma just gave a long wordless groan as
he pumped blast after blast into the bottom of the brown-haired girl's
cunt. With nowhere else to go, the majority overflowed into her womb,
which quickly sucked it up as spasm after spasm of climax swept through
Nabiki's body. A hundred million little soldiers cheered and swam off in
search of their objective, never realizing a time loop made their effort
vain.

Finally relaxing - indeed, almost melting - Nabiki looked up at the boy
above her through half-lidded eyes. "Wow, Ranma-chan. Not bad for
someone who's not even a real boy."

Ranma gave a cocky grin, in no hurry to pull himself out. "Yeah, well
..."

The bedroom door slammed open, crashing into the wall. "Nabiki! What
hap...!"

Akane froze, eyes going impossibly wide, mouth hanging open. One arm
slowly rose, a trembling finger pointing. Her eyes rolled up into her
head until only the whites were visible, and she fell backward.

At that moment Kasumi finally caught up to her little sister, stepping
through the open door. She caught Akane nonchalantly, and eased her to
the floor. Standing back up, she gazed silently at the young man and
woman, still joined together, lying on the bed. Finally, one eyebrow
lifted a fraction.

"So does this mean you've accepted the engagement? Despite Ranma-chan's
true gender?"

Nabiki choked. "No, oneechan! I just ... I just ... Oh shit." She closed
her eyes. "Ranma, could you please get off me now?"

Ranma shook himself. "Uh. Oh, yeah." He pulled out with a squelching
sound. A stream of white cream followed, dribbling out of Nabiki's
gaping cleft, and oozed down to puddle on the sheet. As soon as Ranma
moved out from between her thighs, she clamped her legs together and
swung up into a sitting position.

"It just happened," the middle sister tried to explain. "We didn't
really plan it. I shaved Ranma as a girl, and then ..." She turned to
the boy standing on the bed beside her, searching for words. Instead of
finding any, she was just in time to see a glob of cum break free from
the end of the semi-erect prick, and drop to land on her left boob. She
looked down at it for a moment, watching it slowly slide southward
toward her nipple, and finally remarked with artificial calm, "Ranma.
Perhaps you should go and find some cold water now. Before Akane wakes
up. Because I already think she's going to freak out badly enough,
without you still being in this ..." She waved a hand. "... unnatural
form."

Kasumi sighed, glancing down at their younger sister, still out cold at
her feet. "I think you'd better take a long walk, Ranma-chan. While I
try to think of some way to convince Akane ..." She paused, and
eventually shrugged, at a loss for words.

Nabiki felt some of her aplomb returning to her. "Perhaps we ought to
suggest that she give Ranma a try herself?"

Kasumi gave her a scorching look. "Enough," she said, quellingly.
"Please get dressed. Then help me carry Akane to her bed. Then I think
you should take a long walk as well. I think ... your presence would not
be helpful while I discuss your behavior with her."

If Nabiki said anything further, Ranma didn't hear. He had already fled
out the door and leaped down the stairs, certain that his face hadn't
stopped burning since the door crashed open. A long walk. Yeah. Good
idea. Leave the embarrassment behind so he could remember, and gloat.
And make more plans.

Today had gone just about as well as it could. Almost perfectly, even.
Except for the scream. Maybe if he was kissing her at the end? Really
hard? Or would she just end up biting his tongue off? Or maybe he should
move on to other possibilities? See if he could vary the Kasumi scenario
to get even further? Although ... spending another day or two fucking
Nabiki would certainly be a pleasant way to pass the time. Then there
was Akane. Such a nice, athletic, compactly cute girl. But what the
*hell* kind of plan would get him into *her* pants?

Decisions, decisions. But the great thing was, even if he screwed it up
royally, tomorrow was always the same day.

He gave a cheerful whistle, adjusted his erection in his pants, and
stepped out the door.

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