Parallel Ranma 1/2: The Pool Party Precursor

Unending BE - episode 810200

Pervert Verse
Always try to learn something new every day. Words to live by. Always expand that knowledge, always try to learn more about the world, about yourself, about the people around you. Never assume you know it all. A fine philosophy, if insufficient to model one's life around. Today Ranma had learned a number of new and exciting facts. What a female orgasm felt like being the primary lesson, but now he had learned something else. By all appearances it had to seem as though "Pool party" was a synonym for "Pool orgy." Or perhaps it was a pun? "Pull party" anyone?

It seemed to Ranma that there were a number of ongoing contests, each of which looked to be photo finishes by any margin. For the girls, who was wearing the skimpiest of skimpy bikinis? Tough call, given that if they weren't careful when they got home someone might well wind up mistaking the bikini for dental floss. They were all rather imaginative, though. Ranma had to give them that. They all revealed so very much of their bodies - which had also undergone the change, though that fact no longer surprised him - and the sight of so many of them was rather a bit distracting. Matters weren't helped by the second contest, which they all seemed rather expert in. The art of seduction. Making themselves as sexually appealing as possible in the hopes of getting the studliest guys going. Most of the attention seemed to be on Ranma right now with girls flaunting their assets and seemed determined to do just about anything to draw his eye. This of course seemed to lead into the last contest, judging from the ones that weren't focusing on him. Who could have the most eye catching out of this world kinky sex? Much like the others this was not an easy contest to judge the winner of because there were far too many variables for determining such, but everybody involved seemed to be doing their very damndest to win.

As for their part, Hiroshi and Daisuke had already seperated from him. They left just as the three had entered the pool area and made a beeline for Akane's friends at the side of the pool. This left Ranma alone, watching the party and completely unsure of just how the hell he was supposed to react to all of this. Well, one reaction seemed to be taking care of itself. HIs balls were aching and his cock was begging for him to find a hot piece of ass and then ... but Ranma would not allow himself to lose control like that. He had lost control in the bathroom earlier, but would not permit it to happen again. His resolve was as iron. His will as steel.

"Ranma, there you are! Over here!"

His resolve was as tissue. His will was as dust. His libido was as adamantium. Before the sight of Akane bouncing towards him in a two piece bikini, smiling, waving and - and his dick had just slipped out of his simwear. He had the good sense to blush, but quickly realised two things. The first was that he stood no hope in hell of hiding that monster, and the second was that nobody else was making any effort to hide their own so trying to hide his would only draw more attention to the fact. His musings on this matter were interrupted when Akane reached him and then reached down...

"I take it that the swimsuit meets with your approval," she said, running her hand up and down his shaft in a smooth and practised manner. "Hey, why don't we show these guys what it means to get really freaky?"

It was phrased as a question, but Ranma knew his own Akane well enough to figure out that the look in her eye meant "You have no choice in this matter and you know it." Well, that was fine by him. Every fibre of his being was begging and pleading for him to bend her over the nearest table and fuck her into unconscious bliss. Though for some reason, he got the weird feeling it wouldn't work out that way if he tried. Not that it was going to matter either way, because the real party was just about to begin.

Regular Verse
There was a definite bounce in her step that she couldn't quite place. Everything seemed more alive, more precious and yet that much more fragile as well. The smell of the breakfast being made by Kasumi smelled that much sweeter, that much more irresistable and filling. Akane peered into the kitchen and watched her sister prepare the food for a little while. She was so radiant, full of life and energy. So much of it. So happy, and yet she could be so much happier. So full of selfless joy, and yet she could feel so much more. Akane skipped into the room and gave her sister a hug, much to Kasumi's great surprise.

"You're too good for us," Akane mumbled as she nuzzled her head in between Kasumi's breasts. Before her elder sister even knew what was going on, she was out of the room again like a shot. So full of energy and life and... and she wanted to do something. Couldn't quite stay still anymore. Ranma. Ranma would keep her busy, keep her occupied. Either with another stupid argument, or they could just chat about things like the good friends they were becoming. Friends. Yet more than friends. What would they talk about today? The beauty of the world? The song radiating from every blade of grass? Or perhaps they could talk about sex, or Kasumi's breakfast, or sex, or some obscure training technique, or fucking, or that stupid thing the Principal tried to do the other day... Or maybe just talk about how Akane couldn't seem to stop smiling for some reason. Maybe Ranma knew something about that.

She peered inside the guest room, and raised an eyebrow in interest. Ranma was naked. Very, very naked and most definitely in his girl form. And trying out clothes. Not so much putting them on as trying them against her skin (her warm, soft, smooth inviting skin) and seeming rather unsatisfied with the result. Akane couldn't exactly sympathise. That kind of body would make almost any ensemble look good.

"No, no, no! This isn't right at all!" Ranma exclaimed, throwing a bikini down to the floor and crossing her arms in frustration. Akane crept up behind her, quickly, as quiet as a mouse and pulled her cursed fiance into a hug. "Well, at least you seem to be coming back to yourself," Ranma said, slightly cheered even though Akane didn't know what that could possibly mean. She'd never felt this way before. It felt good, and right, and proper. And she wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Ssssaaaotomeeee!" a breathless, ragged voice hissed from the doorway. The two turned, not breaking their embrace for a second. It was Nabiki, naked, wild eyed, drenched in sweat no sign of the poise or control she usually held. Nabiki tried to take a step forward on wobbly legs, and fell forwards onto her hands and knees, causing her to have to crawl back onto her feet though the effort was rather tremendous. "You think you can just fuck me silly and walk away?"

The calmness that pervaded Akane's being these last minutes was shattered by this revelation. Ranma... and her sister? They had sex? Surely not. Surely it was another of Nabiki's little games and - her thoughts were derailed when one of Akane's hands were guided up to Ranma's chest. They really were magnificent breasts. She could play with these all day, fondling them, licking them...

"Please Akane! Let me change him back to a man!" Nabiki pleaded, again breaking through Akane's hazed mind. "I... I need his cock. Let me have his cock!"

For her elder sister to plead like that, something must truly be wrong with her. She obviously needed help, but... but Akane suddenly realised that she couldn't take her hands off of Ranma's magnificent breasts. They were so pert and perky and round and soft and stop that! What is wrong with us? She wanted to scream it, but all she could manage was a moan as her body ground itself against Ranma's. It felt so... good. It felt so good to touch her like this, to be so close, so very close and, and-

"Thank goodness," Ranma said. "You're behaving normally again. Both of you! It must have worked. But the three of us can't change everyone back by ourselves. We're going to need help!"

There was enough self control left in Akane to ask what that was supposed to mean, but the question never got the opportunity to leave her lips. A familiar voice, far too familiar and far too much of an irritant bellowed out, no doubt from the front gate.

"Saotome!" Kuno yelled, "I know you are in here! Show yourself!"

"Sorry girls," Ranma said, detaching herself from Akane's grip. It felt so painful to be away from her, but then Ranma simply spun the sisters into a new embrace and the pain lessened ."I'm not one to deny a request for an audience."

As Ranma left the room, Akane took note that she had seized the bikini she'd tossed aside earlier, and somehow procured a pair of scissors. Something was wrong with them, all three of them, but Ranma... Ranma was the worst of them. Something had changed in Ranma, and Akane knew she had to find out what it was. Trouble was, she was tangled up with her naked sister on the floor, and somehow just standing up seemed like the hardest task in the world right now.

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Lumitiel

Tue Aug 16 17:21:30 2011

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