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I currently like to read Ranma fan fiction as my main focus but also like Ranma crossovers with almost any other anime or other genre. I’m fond of fukufics where Ranma becomes a Senshi (either a replacement for one of the original Planet Senshi or an additional one.)

Anyone who has read my work will see that I do like to write lemon fics. I’d be interested in reading other people’s work along that line. I have read a lot of stuff from ST Fan’s archive as well as http;//www.mediaminer.org . I especially like to read stories where Ranma gets together with Nodoka. If anyone who looks on this blog knows good places to find such fics besides the ones I’ve mentioned, please email me to let me know.

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I would like to liven up my blog with some art besides just the I in the eye symbol but I worry about legal aspects. In most of the stories that I’ve posted on www.mediaminer.org I have put requests for fan art in the Author Notes of several chapters. I would welcome any art someone would like to create based on any of my stories or any general Ranma or Sailor Moon art. The only requirement I make is that you give me permission to post those pictures on my blog. I like fuku fics (I’ve written one completed story and am working on another one.)

Other than working with basic shapes (like my eye logo) I have no drawing talent. I can’t draw people. Please help me out here. If somebody could come up with a better idea for my logo, I’d appreciate that as well. For that the main idea is a capitol “I” as the pupil of an eye (could be a cat’s eye.)

Story - "Soul Divide" chapter 1

Soul Divide
A Ranma One Half Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins

Summary: Ranma’s boy and girl sides get separated. That’s a cure so it should be happily ever after, right? Maybe not.

Ranma, his family, friends, enemies and related characters are the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. I’m just borrowing them for my own entertainment and (hopefully) that of others. I have no money so please don’t sue me.

This story takes place after the end of the Manga. The wedding has been tried and failed.

Parts of this story are LEMON (containing descriptions of sexual situations and actions, including incest). If this sort of thing offends you then stop reading

Chapter 1
Narcicisism

Ranma was in the bathroom, currently in female form. She’d had a hard workout this morning that had ended with both her and her father landing in the koi pond. She had just finished washing off and now doused herself with a bucket of cold water to rinse off the soapsuds.

Before going to the furo to enjoy a hot soak she studied her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself, but she had been doing this a lot lately. Looking at her reflection with a male perspective, she had to admit that her girl form was really beautiful and incredibly sexy.

She didn’t know when it started, but suspected that it had been shortly after the failed wedding. Her mom, Nodoka had learned that Ranma’s father, Genma, had never given Ranma “the Talk” about men and women. She had angrily insisted that her husband fulfill his duties as a father and tell their son the facts of life. It had been quite a revelation.

Before Ranma hadn’t really understood what Akane was always yelling about when she malleted him for being a pervert. He had assumed it must be bad or she wouldn’t be hitting him. He had figured out that it had something to do with the way he acted toward his other fiancés and the way they acted toward him, but he was weak on the specifics.

In matters outside of martial Arts Genma was a basically lazy man, but when properly motivated, he could perform a duty correctly and completely. With the flash of light reflected off the Saotome family honor blade, Genma found his motivation. He got hold of some pornographic magazines with lots of photos and explained male/female interactions in great and graphic detail, if mostly emphasizing the purely physical aspects and the mechanics of the sexual acts.

Because her husband had taken the approach he did, it fell to Nodoka to explain the more emotional aspects of a sexual relationship. As may have been noted in the past, Ranma may have been naïve about such things and a bit slow on the uptake at times, but he was far from stupid. He listened and he learned.

From those conversations Ranma gained a new appreciation of Akane and his other fiancés. The youngest Tendo may have been a tomboy in her behavior, but she was really pretty in an athletic way. It was a real shame that her violent temper so badly detracted from her overall appeal. Besides that was the fact that Akane never trusted Ranma and accused him of all manner of ill deeds including perversion nearly every day. Never mind that until recently, Ranma didn’t even fully understand what the word meant. He used to think he was in love with Akane, but he was losing his conviction on that.

Then there was Shampoo. Now there was a sexy woman. The exotic color of her hair was appealing and her body was the sort of thing that men fantasized over. It was a pity that this wonderful package came with some baggage that made her much less desirable. The worst of it was something she probably couldn’t help and that was her attitude that males in general were inferior beings. She had been raised to believe that way.

Besides that Shampoo treated Ranma as a thing, a possession to be held onto. He wasn’t a person, he was a prize to be won. While she respected his skills, she was less respectful of the person wielding those skills. He could never relax in her presence, he always had to be wary. He had decided that he didn’t like Shampoo.

Ukyo was cute, just as Ranma had proclaimed her. The okonomiyaki chef was also a friend. Considering how few real friends Ranma had, he wasn’t sure he wanted to jeopardize the friendship for a chance at romance. On top of that there was still that little business of her treating him like a thing as well. He liked Ucchan, but did he love her? He didn’t think so.

Next was the “unofficial” self-declared fiancé. Kuno Kodachi was crazy, that was plainly obvious. She had seen Ranma change from male to female and back on more than one occasion, yet refused to believe the evidence of her own eyes. Her wild laughter could send chills up and down one’s spine and not in a good way. Then there was all the business with drugs, paralysis gas and the like. She decided that Kodachi scared her.

While contemplating the women in her life, she might as well look outside the fiancé brigade. Nabiki would likely be lively in bed, but she treated Ranma as a commodity even more than any of the fiancés. Even the one time she had claimed to love Ranma she was just seeing him as a way to earn some yen. While physically appealing, Nabiki’s attitude was a definite turn off.

Not sure why she was even including her in this catalog, Ranma turned her thoughts to the eldest of the Tendo women, Kasumi. Kind, sweet, gentle Kasumi was a wonderful person. For a long time Ranma had considered Kasumi to be like a big sister, but now that he looked at her with his awakened sexual awareness he could see more. He had the definite feeling that once Kasumi gave herself to any man, she would do it fully and without reservation. Still, Ranma wasn’t sure how to even approach a woman like her. It seemed almost to dishonor the girl to think of her in sexual terms.

What the hell! This was just a mental exercise. She was evaluating the women she knew as possible sexual partners for her male side. It wasn’t like she… he was ever going to act on these thoughts. In fact she had heard that sexual fantasies could be a healthy outlet.

Unbidden a new thought came to her mind. If she was going to evaluate every woman he knew regardless of whether or not it was right or even those she had no chance with then better consider all the women she knew. That would include her mom. With that weird manliness fixation of hers she would probably love being fucked by her son. She was a beautiful woman and veiled references from Genma had hinted Nodoka was really skilled or at least enthusiastic in bed. The gods would likely punish her if she even attempted something like that, but it didn’t hurt to think about it, did it?

Her eyes turned from inward thoughts back to the mirror. Here was a thought that had intruded on Ranma’s awareness more and more of late. The woman in the mirror was highly desirable. She thought that if her male and female sides were ever split into two people, she would definitely have sex with her other form.

That idea had sufficiently penetrated her thoughts that she had begun to have dreams about it. She dreamed of being in male form and having sex with her female form. She dreamed of being female and her male form fucking her. She had masturbated a lot thinking about it.

That thought alone opened up a whole new range of possibilities. Before, the very thought of having sex with another man was disgusting to a point it would make her feel physically ill. Now she found herself feeling curious as to what it would feel like to actually have a male organ pumping into her pussy. It was likely to feel better than what she could do with her fingers.

If she was going to take that thought seriously, should she consider the men she knew? By female standards Ryoga was a hunk. He was tall, handsome and well built. Detracting from that was that whole “prepare to die” thing he was always shouting. That sort of thing could put a serious crimp in any intimate relationship, purely aside from the fact that he was in a relationship with Unryu Akari.

Kuno was out for most of the same reasons as his sister. Aside from issues related to his sanity the samurai wannabe was also a pompous, obnoxious twit. He seemed to love the sound of his own voice.

Mousse? The boy was handsome but he was also an idiot. She snickered. She just had a mental image of Mousse fucking her, believing her to be Shampoo because he refused to put on his glasses. Mentally she marked his name on her list, then drew a line through it.

What about her father? Ranma couldn’t repress a shudder at the thought. The man hardly ever touched Ranma if he wasn’t hitting him. The idea of physical intimacy gave her a distinct queasy feeling. For all she knew he could be a wonderful lover, but she didn’t think she could get past the memory of all the pain the man had inflicted on him in the past.

She hadn’t really thought about Tendo Soun in this connection before. He wasn’t a strong man and cried way too much. As much as he seemed to have loved his late wife, maybe he would be tender and caring lover. Very well, she put his name on the list of possibles.

Her pals Hiroshi and Daisuke from school weren’t bad looking. It was pretty clear that both boys lusted after her female form. If offered, they would probably jump happily into bed with her. The question there was if starting a sexual relationship with either of them (or both) would ruin the friendship. She didn’t have so many friends that she could casually throw them away for a chance of physical pleasure. Oh well, this was just a mental exercise anyway. They go on the list of possibilities, but labeled “only approach if you’re desperate.”

So her list of sex partners she might be willing to try with looked mostly impossible. Kasumi and Nodoka were desirable but unattainable, while her own female form would likely protest the idea the least, the practical problem of splitting her into a separate person seemed insurmountable. The same could be said for her male form as a sex partner for her girl self.

She thought again about Akane. She (or he, anyway) was supposed to get married to the tomboy. That sort of implied that sex with her was not only possible but expected once the marriage was official. In spite of that, Ranma thought it would only work if the girl could get over the whole pervert fixation and her temper. Likely if Ranma ever tried to kiss her or touch her in any kind of sexual manner, she would pull out the mallet and start swinging. Sigh! It was frustrating to think about sometimes.

She dismissed further thoughts on the matter and got into the bath, changing back to male. There wasn’t much of anything he had to do today. The morning sparring session with his father had gone about the same as always with both combatants landing in the koi pond. It had been a good, hard workout, even if Ranma hadn’t been exerting himself to his fullest. He rarely did anymore, but was so strong that his father couldn’t tell.

Akane had gone out with her friends, Yuka and Sayuri and said she wouldn’t be back until later. Nabiki was working on some business deal. Even if she weren’t busy, the mercenary girl was rarely good company for Ranma. For once neither Genma or Soun seemed to have any plots to complicate Ranma’s life.

Nodoka and Kasumi were comparing recipes in the kitchen. That sort of collaboration often resulted in meals that were a delight to the taste buds. On a few rare occasions, the food to come out of such a meeting was bizarre, but still edible, if only just barely.

Through word of mouth Ranma had heard of a curio shop that was said to carry magical items. While the likelihood of finding a cure to his curse in such a place seemed small, it wasn’t impossible. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to take a look.

Ranma took a bus to the next ward and walked to the shop he had heard of. When he first started browsing most of what he found was junk. Some of it might be considered decorative, but not much use otherwise. Having lived on the road being used to carrying all of his belongings on his back, he tended to stay away from purely decorative items. That was a major part of why the guest room he was staying in was mostly bare with only a few photos relieve the starkness of the otherwise bare walls.

After the pigtailed martial artist had worked his way to the middle of the store he noticed that he had an odd feeling. It was like something was tickling his ki senses. He tried following those senses and they finally led him to a plastic bin about the size of shoebox. This container was positioned on top of a chest of drawers.

Some books had been stacked over the top of the bin. Ranma moved the books off to one side and looked into the bin. There he found what appeared to an assortment of costume jewelry with the larger pieces in plastic bags that had labels stapled over what would be the open end. He dug into the bagged items until he came up with the object that had been tickling his ki senses.

In shape the item was a faceted, flattened teardrop about the length of his palm. It was blue in color and appeared to be made of some kind of clear crystal. It was actually quite pretty and sparkly. The paper label stapled to the bag had words “Soul Jewel” hand written and some numbers.

Ranma took the jewel to the shopkeeper. Unlike the usual stereotype, this person was a young-looking man who wore glasses. In fact he looked more like a college student than the proprietor of an antique or curio shop.

The young man was seated on a tall stool by the counter next to a cash register and was working at something on a laptop computer. When he looked up he noticed the scrutiny Ranma was giving him and said, “I’m not the owner, my grandfather is. He’s out of town at an estate sale, looking to buy some antiques to put in the store. I promised to watch the store for him while he was away.”

The young martial artist nodded. That did make sense. He turned his eyes on the computer and the young man explained, “My grand dad had tons of information on stuff he has for sale. Most of it was hand written in notebooks or scribbled on loose scraps of paper. I’ve been working on getting that information organized and loaded into one database so he could find it without having to search for hours or even days.”

Ranma handed the bagged jewel to the man behind the counter and asked, “What can you tell me about this?”

The young man pushed his glasses up and read the label. “Soul Jewel? I think I remember cataloging this piece.” He began typing.

After a few minutes he snorted then read out loud, “The Soul Jewel is said to be a means to cure a magic ailment that would otherwise have no cure. It is said that from death the jewel will create a new life for the victim as that person’s soul takes residence in a new home.”

The martial artist took in the shopkeeper’s expression for a moment and said, “You don’t believe in magic, do you?”

The bespectacled young man shrugged. “I don’t, but that doesn’t really matter. What does matter is if the customers believe in it. For me this is just a hunk of crystal. If you believe in magic then it might be able to do something for you.” He hesitated a moment before asking, “Do… you have a ‘magic ailment?’”

It was Ranma’s turn to snort. “I have a magic curse. I guess that amounts to the same thing as an ailment. I’ve been looking for a cure for a while. What you describe sounds like it might be what I’m looking for, but then again maybe not. How much do you want for the Jewel?”

The shopkeeper looked again at the computer screen and said, “It would appear you are the first person with a magic ailment to come to this shop in a long time. The record shows my grandfather acquired the jewel 15 years ago. I’ll tell you what, I can let you have it for 1000 yen.”

Ranma looked in his wallet and winced. He should have planned better, but this little trip had been a spur of the moment sort of thing. He told the young man, “If I’m going to have enough money left for bus fare to get back home, the best I can do is 700. Would that be enough?”

The shopkeeper considered that for a while. “I guess I can accept that. It’s not like we have anyone else bidding on it.”

Money changed hands and the shopkeeper put the Jewel into a small paper bag. He also made a printout of the information he had looked up in his computer. It didn’t completely fill even a single sheet of paper. The shopkeeper folded up the sheet and tucked it in the bag with the Jewel.

Ranma thanked the man and walked out. He looked around and thought about how much money he had left. He had told the shopkeeper that he needed to keep some for bus fare. While it was true that the amount he had held back was enough for that purpose, it was also true that he could get home without riding the bus. Suiting thought to action, he leapt to the roof of the nearest building and started roof hopping back to Nerima.

At one point he stopped on one of the roofs and took the Soul Jewel out its plastic bag. He looked at it for a moment before shoving the jewel, along with the printed sheet on its history into his pocket. He descended momentarily to street level to put the empty bag into a trash can then leapt back to the roof.

Before resuming roof hopping, Ranma spared a glance at the sky. There were heavy dark clouds rolling in. The way Ranma’s luck ran, he’d be caught in a downpour and in female form by the time he got back home. He shrugged. He didn’t hate being female any more, but he still couldn’t claim that he liked it. He might not have minded as much if he didn’t have to get wet to change. He did hate being in wet clothes.

Before going back to the Tendo dojo, he figured it would be a good idea to talk to the one person who knew more about magic that anyone else he knew. He detoured a little toward the Nekohanten. Cologne might be able to tell if the Jewel was the real thing or if it was just a pretty stone with a colorful story attached.

At the zoo a few blocks distant veterinarians were attending a tiger in the zoo’s infirmary. The tiger was a big old male Bengal. He had lived a long life but it was a life that was drawing to an end. One of the veterinarians commented, “Raj doesn’t have much longer to live. I’d like to hope that his life was better in captivity than it would have been in the wild. There is no saving him and I think it might be a cruelty to try and prolong his time. If none of you object, I will give him a shot for pain so his last moments can be more pleasant.”

The other veterinarians agreed. The man gave the big cat the shot.

When Ranma landed on the sidewalk in front of the Cat Café he looked up. The clouds were closer, but not yet over his location. There was a slight rumble in the distance that suggested thunder. If it started raining before Ranma finished his business with Cologne, maybe he could wait out the storm in the restaurant.

It was in the quiet time between lunch and dinner. For a change Shampoo wasn’t there to glomp Ranma. Probably out on deliveries, he guessed. Mousse stepped forward and dropped his glasses in front of his eyes. When he recognized the “customer” coming through the door he demanded, “What do you want, Saotome? Shampoo isn’t here.”

Hearing the hostility in the duck-boy’s tone Ranma thought of telling the other (again) that he wasn’t the enemy but decided against bothering with it. It wouldn’t have done any good to explain it anyway. Instead he said, “Actually I here to see Cologne. Is she here?”

Before Mousse had the chance to answer the “thump, thump” of the Elder’s cane could be heard as she pogoed in. She exclaimed, “Greeting son-in-law, what brings you here today?”

Ranma responded, “Hey, old gh… Uh, elder Cologne. I wanted to ask your opinion on something.”

The old woman noticed the more respectful form address the boy had used. “My opinion? On what?”

The pigtailed martial artist pulled the Soul Jewel out of his pocket and handed it to the Amazon Elder. He explained, “I just bought this at a curio shop. The man who sold it to me said it’s called the Soul Jewel and the legend about it says that it can heal a magic ailment. My ki senses picked up something about it so I’m guessing that it really does have some magic. Have you ever heard of anything like this?”

The old woman looked over the printout that Ranma handed her. Thoughtfully she said, “Hmm. I do seem to remember hearing of magic jewels that could do what is claimed for this one. I can understand how you might think it could be a cure for your curse.”

She thought for a time. “I’m not sure if this will do what you are hoping. A ‘magic ailment’ is more like a curse that adversely affects the health of the victim. It makes them sick, or lame or something like that. A Jusenkyo curse may change the form of its victims, but those victims are usually healthy in both forms (if they were healthy to begin with.)”

She held up a tiny hand and said, “Give me a moment.” She gently probed the jewel with her ki. There was definitely magic there. Whether or not it would do what son-in-law wanted remained to be seen. Suddenly she felt something in the ki patterns within the jewel shift. The shift seemed minor. When nothing further happened, she shrugged then handed the jewel back to Ranma.

The elder said, “I can tell there is magic there. I can sense that it might have some effect on souls, but exactly what that effect might be, I can’t say. I’d suggest that you take this with you but put it away in a safe place. If people were to think you have a possible cure you might find curse victims trying to steal it from you.”

She continued, “I see two problems here. The first is that ‘curing a magic ailment’ might have no effect at all on Jusenkyo curses. The second is that even if this Jewel could be used to effect a cure, the information you have says nothing about how to use it. This,” She waved the paper, “Says what the Jewel is supposed to do but not how it does that or how to activate it. I think there may be something on this in one of the books I have with me. Can you wait until I’ve had time to study this more before you try anything?”

The boy shrugged. “I guess I can wait. Turning into a girl doesn’t seem like such a terrible thing to me any more. I still don’t like it and I hate wearing wet clothes from being splashed, but I can live with it.”

The Elder studied Ranma’s face for a while then said, “Good. Playing with unfamiliar magic could end up making your situation worse instead of better. It would be far better to wait until we know exactly what we’re dealing with here.”

Ranma put the Jewel and the folded computer printout back in his pocket. He said, “Thanks for looking into it, Cologne. I’ll just stash the Jewel away when I get home. I won’t tell Pops about it. I’m pretty sure he would stop listening after the words ‘possible cure.’ I’ll keep it hidden until I hear from you.”

He got up and headed to the door. Mousse stalked up to Cologne and demanded, “Are you going to let him just walk out with a cure in his pocket?”

The Elder got a tired look on her face and rapped the boy on the head with her staff. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop on private conversations. You don’t always hear the full story. I just told son-in-law to hide the Jewel away until I can study up on it. While it may be a cure, that doesn’t seem to be its intended purpose. It could end up making a Jusenkyo curse worse. As the effect may not be reversible, it would be better to not try to use this stone until we have a better idea what it can really do. There is always a danger when using magic for something it was not created to do.”

Taking in the warning, Mousse’s mood cooled. While he wanted to be free of the duck, it would be better to wait. He didn’t want to take the chance of making his situation worse, like maybe being permanently stuck in his cursed form.

Off at the zoo infirmary, Raj, the old tiger, breathed his last. The veterinarians nodded and started to discuss what would be done with the body. Likely it would be buried in a small cemetery in a part of the zoo grounds where visitors never went. There was no rush.

When Ranma got out of the restaurant he looked at the sky. It was now completely overcast and the dark clouds threatened rain. If he didn’t dawdle, Ranma might be able to get home before the rain started falling.

Before the pigtailed martial artist could move more than a few steps there came a familiar voice, shouting, “Saotome Ranma Prepare to Die!”

Ranma quickly leapt aside, just barely getting out of the way of a vicious punch. When he looked to see his attacker he found what he expected. The familiar figure in black pants and yellow shirt with black spotted yellow bandanna was holding an open umbrella in anticipation of the coming rain. Ryoga’s face was contorted with rage worse than Ranma could remember seeing for a long time.

The young aquatransexual greeted, “Hey, Bacon butt, what’s up? I haven’t seen you for more than two months. I know you don’t really need a reason to get mad at me, but what do you think I’ve done this time?”

The Lost Boy shouted, “It’s your fault! It’s always your fault! You have to die for what you’ve done!” He leapt forward to kick at Ranma. Even as he dodged Ranma recalled his line of thought from that morning in the bathroom. No, it seemed unlikely that in his girl form she’d be looking to have sex with Ryoga or even to date him.

Young Saotome dodged again. Still trying to calm his sometimes friend, he said, “If I die, who are you going to blame all your troubles on?”

A sickly green aura began to show around the Lost Boy. Ranma thought, “Uh Oh, this doesn’t look good. Something is seriously upsetting him. I really wish he would talk about stuff before going all crazy and attacking like this.”

Ranma kept dodging while still trying to get Ryoga to say what the problem was. Ryoga just kept fighting and the green aura continued to grow and intensify. Ranma started to get ready to throw a Moku Takabisha as a counter.

Finally Ryoga seemed to have reached some limit. He almost screamed, “Akari kicked me out. Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan!”

Ranma had gathered the ki to throw his attack but hesitated just a moment at hearing that Ryoga had been kicked out. He had to ask himself what Ryoga’s girlfriend kicking him out was in any Ranma’s fault.

The power of the attack threw him into the wall of the Nekohanten under the roof overhand. Strangely though, the majority of the energy from Ryoga’s attack as well as his own counter flowed toward his pocket. The ki energy from his own attack seemed also to be going to the same place.

What the hell? Ranma reached into his pocket and pulled out the Soul Jewel, which was now glowing with a nearly blinding blue light. A short distance away, Ryoga fell dazed, spent from the force of the attack he had launched. He could see Ranma holding the glowing Jewel and wondered what was going on.

Cologne rushed out of the café to see what all the noise was about. Mousse came as well, but he was careful to stay under the roof overhang in an effort to avoid turning into a duck.

Deciding that a glowing magic crystal might be hazardous to his health, Ranma held it up in his hand and started to throw it away from him. At that precise moment a bolt of lightning speared down from the clouds and struck the Soul Jewel, which was only millimeters away from Ranma’s hand.

Properly speaking, the lightning bolt should have blasted the Jewel into bits, but instead all of the energy from the bolt was absorbed into the jewel. The only physical sign of a lightning strike was the Jewel slapping back into the palm of Ranma’s hand. A blinding blue glow erupted around Ranma’s body. The elder was forced to squint her eyes and hold up a hand to shield herself from the glare.

At the zoo infirmary attendants were shocked when the body of Raj, the dead tiger, glowed a brilliantly dazzling blue then abruptly disappeared. On the table where the body had been lying there was no trace left other than the after images from the bright flash of light.

In Ranma’s perception the world disappeared in a wash of brilliant white light and searing pain. He didn’t know what it felt like to be burned to death in a fire, but imagined that the sensation of searing heat he experienced now must come close to that.

The pain seemed to last an eternity but was likely just seconds or even fractions of seconds. The featureless whiteness didn’t change. After a moment the pain began to fade and Ranma began to entertain the thought that the lightning had struck him and he was now experiencing the last moments before death. It would be his kind of luck to die in agonizing pain.

Before the last of the pain faded completely there was an odd jarring, wrenching sensation that seemed to tear at his consciousness. With that there came the most disorienting sensation of duality. It was as if his every thought and sensation was duplicated. It was like being in a big empty room with an echo where every thought repeated a fraction of a second after he thought it.

As strange as the duality felt, more alarming was the sensations of a physical body or rather lack of sensation. The pain faded completely and with it went all feeling of his body. There was no sensation of breathing, blood flowing or anything else. He could no longer feel the ground under his feet or under any other part of his body.

So that was it, he had to be dead. His spirit was leaving his body. After all of the times that Ryoga had yelled at him to prepare to die, he had finally succeeded in killing Ranma. His mind was assailed by regrets for all of things he never got a chance to do, places he would never visit. He was only a teenager. He shouldn’t die this young.

Wait a minute… Wasn’t there supposed to be a tunnel with the spirits of family and other loved ones at the end? He didn’t see any tunnel, just a sea of endless, featureless white. Where was his tunnel?

Then he became aware of a feeling of movement. Maybe he was moving toward the afterlife? So far this had some things in common with descriptions of near-death experiences but it didn’t seem to be following the script.

The next departure from the script came when there was an odd feeling of separation. That odd echo seemed to be pulling away from him. Now, instead of it being an odd aspect of himself that duality seemed to resolve itself into a complete other self, identical to himself in every particular. That shouldn’t be, there was only one Saotome Ranma… Wasn’t there?

Unbidden there came to mind a scene from a movie. Luke Skywalker was in a rude hut leaning over a bed where a shriveled up green gnome lay. (Ranma had wondered if George Lucas had ever met Happosai.) The little green man said in a hoarse whisper, “There is another…”

The sense of the other dimmed but never went completely away. That awareness was overwhelmed by something he shouldn’t be feeling if he was dead. Ranma became aware once again of the feeling of earth beneath his (or what that her?) feet. There was also the sensation of wind on bare skin, air moving in and out of lungs. There was also sound of thunder.

From Cologne and Mousse’s point of view they saw that beside the glowing shape that was Ranma, two more glowing forms had appeared. After nearly a minute the glow on all three forms began to fade. However the first form, the original Ranma, seemed to shrink. When the light finally dimmed enough to see there was revealed what appeared to be two people, one male and one female, both of them nude and both of them Ranma. Of the third form, the original form, there was only a pile of ash. On top of the pile of ash lay the Soul Jewel, its blue glow fading now.

Author’s Note: A couple of warnings I need to give readers before you look at later chapters. I’ve taken liberties with some of the characters. One of those is that I’ve written Saotome Nodoka as a horny slut who has just pretended to be the prim, proper housewife. I’ve written Genma as having an almost religious devotion to martial arts to the point where he even excludes interest in sex with women because it distracts from the Art.

If you are an Akane fan you probably won’t like this fic. I’ve written her as an uber psycho bitch. For the record let me state that I don’t hate Akane. I’ve written fics where she was a loving and supportive wife. It’s just that in this story the plot device works best if Akane is a ticking time bomb, ready to go off.

Story concept - "Mixers"

Story idea – Mixers

I just had a flash of a concept. In canon Ranmaverse the valley of Jusenkyo flooded after the battle with Saffron. It was said that the waters from all of the springs was mixed. An odd chain of reasoning went on in my mind at that thought. What if someone like a wizard or sorcerer were to collect some of that water and work to concentrate the diluted magic.
I was thinking what it would be like to get some curse magic like that. Then the thought was that the person got splashed with such curse water. I was thinking that with will power control you would end up with someone who had shape shifting powers like Beast Boy. The limit would be only changing into creatures that drowned in Jusenkyo springs. It would also include all hybrid forms like half human and half some animal.
I was thinking that maybe one of the NWC characters could get the combined curse. My first thought was Ryoga. I could see him accidentally teleporting into the sorcerer’s lair. The guy would then decide to test it on the Lost Boy. I’m not sure where I would like to take that from there.

I'm the Mother and the Father - Chapter 3

I'm the Father and the Mother?
A Ranma Fanfic by Michael A. Ivins

Ranma and friends are owned by Rumiko Takahashi along with her publishers and Viz Video. I make no money off this so please don't sue me.

Recap of chapter 2
After learning she was pregnant as well as the father of the baby, Ranma broke down crying on Nabiki's shoulder. Nabiki felt responsible for the problem so she went with Ranma to a clinic where a probe was used to take a sample from Ranma's womb to use for a DNA test to determine who the father was. The doctor supervising the procedure saw the fear in Ranma's eyes and suspected Ranma had been raped by a family member.

Chapter 3
It's a Girl!

Dr. Tofu sat at his desk eyeing the telephone as if it was an adversary in a martial arts match. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Part of the reason he had left on his sabbatical was to find help for his Kasumi mania. He had found counseling and help. This would be his first test.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of the Tendo dojo. It was answered by a pleasant female voice with a musical lilt to it. “Tendo Residence.”

Hmm, feeling nervous but still capable of rational thought. So far so good. “Hello, Kasumi. This is Tofu Ono. Could you ask Ranma to come to the phone?”

It had been a while since she had spoken to the good doctor. It was actually nice that he wasn’t acting so silly. “Oh, Dr. Tofu, how nice of you to call. I believe Ranma it out in the dojo, exercising. I'll get her for you.”

A few minutes later a pleasant soprano voice spoke, sounding a little out of breath, “Hello, doc. What news do you have?”

Worried that his patient might not be following instructions the doctor asked, “You haven't been sparring, have you?”

Ranma replied, “No, doc. I've just been working out and doing katas. You told me that sparring could be bad for the you-know-what.”

“You haven't told them yet?”

Ranma responded, “Not yet. I want to be sure I have all the facts.”

“Then I think you'd better come to my office as soon as you can.”

Ranma was surprised. “You've got the result of yesterday's test? I thought you said that would take days.”

Not wanting to say too much over the phone, Tofu told her, “That's part of what I need to talk to you about.”

This sounded important. Ranma said, “I'll be there.”

Ranma hung up the phone and turned to find Nabiki standing behind her. The brown haired girl said, “I heard Kasumi saying it was Dr. Tofu on the phone. Do you mind if I come with you?”

In the past Ranma would have preferred not to spend time in the company of the mercenary girl. Lately she had found the other girl's presence to be a great comfort. “Sure, I'd be glad for the company.”

As they headed toward the door, Akane watched with a frown. Those two had been spending a lot of time together over the last few days. What was going on between them? Akane was the fiancé, shouldn't she be the one Ranma took places? Was Ranma doing something perverted with Nabiki?

As they got out of sight of the Tendo dojo Ranma reached out and took hold of Nabiki's hand. Nabiki wasn't sure if it was as good idea to do this in public but gripped the other's hand anyway. Something about it just felt… right.

They spent the walk in a companionable silence. As a dedicated information gatherer Nabiki hated to be in the dark about anything going on around her. She felt sure she would get the answers to her questions once they got to the clinic.

Dr. Tofu greeted them when they got into the clinic. “Ranma, thank you for coming on such short notice. Nabiki, you're…”

The brown haired girl finished, “I'm the one who threw the water that got Ranma into her present condition. I feel bad about that.”

The Doctor turned to Ranma, “Do you mind if she hears?”

Ranma shook her head. “No, I don't mind. The way I see it, she kind of has an interest in this.”

They went to Dr. Tofu's office so they could sit. When everyone was comfortably settled he told Ranma, “I know I told you that the test would take a few days to get the result. That's not because of how long it takes to conduct the test but because of waiting for your sample's turn. The lab at the hospital often gets quite busy. Dr. Hinagami, the doctor who supervised the procedure that took the sample, requested the lab to put a rush on the analysis. That could lead to a problem.”

Feeling a bit alarmed, Ranma asked, “What kind of problem? Why the rush?”

Remembering his phone conversation, Tofu explained, “She said you were putting up a `brave front' but she was able to see fear in your eyes. It made her concerned that your pregnancy might be the result of rape.”

Ranma was surprised. Something like that seemed very unlikely. “Rape? I’d like to see some guy try it. He’d likely be in a hospital by now.”

Tofu shook his head. “I know you are a strong martial artists, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get raped. Suppose you were knocked out in one of your fights or from Akane’s mallet. What about the drugs Shampoo tries to give you from time to time. If some bad man (or men) came upon you when you were female and unconscious or drugged, you could be raped.”

Those words were chilling to contemplate. The fact that it was true made it all the more disturbing. “Uh. That doesn’t make me feel any better about this. I know I've been feeling scared, but I've been trying to hide it.”

Tofu nodded. “And Dr. Hinagami said you were very good at it. It's just that she's been a doctor for a long time and she's used to seeing through such pretenses.”

The doctor paused, “Before I go into that further, let me tell you the results of the test. Without going into all the complicated medical terminology, the father of your child is listed as a `close family member.' By that they usually mean either a brother or your father.”

That was a concept that the girl found totally disgusting. Ranma couldn’t repress a shudder. “My dad, eww! I have trouble understanding what my mom saw in him all those years ago. I can't imagine being attracted to him myself. Even if he was skinnier and fitter, his attitude should be a turn-off for any woman.”

Ranma was straying off the topic. In effort to get back to the main topic Dr. Tofu said, “That's not the point. Based on what test results say, there can be no remaining doubt that your male side is the father. Because they don't know about and wouldn’t believe in the curse they would naturally conclude that it was a relative.”

Trying to see a bright side, Ranma said, “I guess that could be looked at as good news. It means nobody had sex with me when I was unconscious or anything. I wasn't raped and unaware of it. But why did you say this other doctor could be a problem?”

The doctor leaned back in his chair and sighed before going on. “To explain that I need to give you a little history. Five years ago Dr. Hinagami had a patient who disturbed her greatly. It was a 13 year old girl who had been made pregnant by her 18 year old brother. It turned out that the brother had been sexually abusing the girl for two years.”

Nabiki gasped, “He started on her when she was just 11? It was bad enough for him to be doing that to her at 13.”

Ranma put in, “That's sick!”

With a grim expression, Tofu said, “No argument from me. The problem is that since then she has been very vigilant for any sign of sexual abuse of minor girls and especially cases of incest. She suspected you had been raped or otherwise sexually abused and was threatening to call the police.”

In spite of her fear and confusion, Ranma was able to see the absurdity of that. With a snort she said, “The last I heard it wasn't against the law for people to sexually molest themselves.”

Tofu allowed himself a little laugh. “True, but try explaining that.”

Ranma considered it. “We can't tell this Hinagami woman about the curse, she wouldn't believe it. Nobody ever believes in the curse without seeing it demonstrated. Since I'm locked now there’s no way to show her. What did you tell her?”

Tofu replied, “I told her your case wasn't like that girl 5 years ago without going into specifics. I told her your situation is complex and needs to be handled delicately.”

The redhead nodded. That sounded like a good approach to take. “How’d she take that?”

The doctor said, “It took some talking but I persuaded her to let you and me handle it. She asked to be kept informed about the situation.”

Ranma heaved a great sigh. “I just hope that before she does anything either the baby is born or the curse is unlocked or both. If I could demonstrate the curse, it should get her to back off.”

Thinking about it, Tofu wanted to make sure that his patient understood the motives of the women’s specialist doctor. “Ranma?”

“Yes.”

The doctor pleaded, “Please don't think badly of Dr. Hinagami. I have often heard you say that it is the duty of a martial artist to protect the weak. She is trying to protect a girl she believes is unable to fight back.”

The redhead protested, “But I can fight!”

Tofu explained, “Dr. Hinagami doesn't know that. What she thinks she sees in you is a scared young girl who has been sexually abused or raped. To her thinking you wouldn't have been pregnant and scared if you had been able to fight back.”

Ranma thought about it. “When you put it that way I guess it makes sense that she would think that. She actually sounds kind of nice.”

Tofu confirmed, “When you're the girl in such a situation she can be very nice. She can be very frightening to the boy.”

“Where does that leave me? I'm both.”

The doctor held out his hands in a gesture of helplessness. “As you said, let's hope that you'll be able to demonstrate the curse by the time we have to talk to her again.”

A thought occurred to the pigtailed girl. “Did you get the results of those other tests? The blood and urine tests?”

“Yes, I got those results earlier this morning. The man who runs the lab owed me a favor so they rushed the analysis of your samples. They confirm the pregnancy, there is no chance of a mistake. The tests show that you are in excellent health for a pregnant woman. In fact your results show completely normal for a woman in your condition.”

Ranma took a moment to absorb that information. Even though she was less than happy about being “normal for a pregnant woman” it was still a relief there was nothing glaringly wrong that showed up on the tests.

The redhead wasn’t sure what to think about this. For right now she still felt like she needed more information to help her deal with this. “Ah, doc? I was kind of thinking of going to talk to Cologne when we're done here.”

Tofu approved. “That might be an excellent idea. I don't know anyone who is more knowledgeable about Jusenkyo curses than she is. She may be able to provide some insights that will help you to better deal with this.”

The girl shrugged. In an aggrieved tone she said, “Actually I really don't have much of a choice. Shampoo thinks I'm sick and threatened knock me out and carry me if I didn't go on my own.”

The Doctor laughed. “That sounds like Shampoo's approach to life.”

Even Ranma had to chuckle at that. “Yeah, you're right about that.”

From a drawer in his desk Dr. Tofu pulled out a business card. He handed the card Ranma. Tofu told her, “This is name of an OB/GYN. That means she's a women's specialist who also cares for pregnant women. I think you should go to see her. She can prescribe the right kinds of vitamins to take the best care of your baby along with giving other information you will need to know.”

Nabiki was looking at the card and said, “That's the same OB/GYN that Kasumi, Akane and I go to. At least we'd be keeping it in the family.”

It had been bad enough going to the specialist who did the test. She felt like seeing a gynecologist would compromise her masculinity. “A women’s doctor? Do I have to?”

Somewhat sternly Dr Tofu said, “Right now you are a woman and a pregnant one at that. Women in your condition need exams at specific stages in their pregnancies, they need special vitamins and other things to assure the birth of a health baby and to protect their own health. It's outside my specialty. You would be better off in her care for this.”

With an expression of resignation on her face Ranma responded, “OK, I'll call and make an appointment when we get back to the dojo.”

Nabiki looked at her watch. “We left without getting lunch first. Since we're going to the Nekohanten anyway, let's get some ramen when we get there.”

Ranma agreed, “That sounds like a great idea.”

Dr. Tofu gave Ranma some pamphlets on pregnancy and childbirth. He cautioned that the information he had was pretty general and Ranma should get more specific information from the OB/GYN.

Ranma and Nabiki walked at a very leisurely pace. They were hoping that the worst of the lunch rush would be over by the time they arrived at the Chinese restaurant. They even stopped in a park on the way and sat on a bench. It still seemed odd to them they were simply enjoying each other's company but they were getting used to it. When the got up and continued walking, Ranma again held Nabiki's hand and it was beginning to feel natural.

When they got to the Nekohanten they released their grip on each other's hands. It seemed they had timed their arrival well. There were still people eating, but there didn't appear to be anyone waiting to be served.

Shampoo saw them from across the room and came to meet them. Her usual bubbly personality seemed subdued. “Airen come see great grandmother?”

Ranma confirmed, “Yes. But we didn't get lunch so could I get a beef ramen first?”

Nabiki said, “Shrimp for me.”

“OK.” Shampoo started to turn away, but stopped and turned back. “Is Airen feeling OK?”

“I'm feeling OK for now.” She didn't say it, but was thinking, “I'm not looking forward to morning sickness.”

Shampoo nodded and moved off to place the order. Mousse had been looking on from the kitchen. He was confused by Shampoo's behavior because she wasn't glomping Saotome. Shampoo wasn't her usual self. Mousse started getting angry. Did Saotome say something that made his darling Shampoo sad?

When Shampoo put in the order Mousse asked, “Why are you sad?”

The purple haired girl glanced toward the table where Ranma and Nabiki were seated. “Airen's curse locked. He sick too.”

The nearly blind martial artist wasn't sure how to react to that. Maybe it was a fatal illness that would leave him a clear field to pursue Shampoo. Even as he thought it, he felt vaguely ashamed with himself for wishing such a thing on anyone, even a rival.

Ranma and Nabiki were just finishing up their ramen when they heard the `thump, thump' of Cologne's walking stick as she pogoed toward them. “Hello, Son-in-Law, Tendo-san. Shampoo tells me you want to talk to me.”

Ranma glanced around. There were still a few other customers in the restaurant. She said, “Could we go someplace a little more private. Some of the stuff I need to say… I don't want the whole world listening in.”

The wizened old woman raised an eyebrow. This was unusual. What had happened to son-in-law that was serious enough that he would request a private conference with the Amazon elder. She nodded and said, “Let's go to my office.”

The office was a small room made more cramped by a file cabinet and a desk. There was one chair behind the desk and two in front. Ranma and Nabiki took the two chairs in front while Cologne hopped into the chair behind the desk.

While Nabiki was channeling her Ice Queen persona, Ranma was fidgeting. “I guess Shampoo already told you my curse was locked.”

The aged Amazon confirmed, “Yes, she told me. Do you know of anything you did that might have caused that?”

While reluctant to speak of it, Ranma told herself that she should treat this just the same as she would about talking to Dr. Tofu. “I have a pretty good idea. Uh, would me getting pregnant lock the curse?”

“You're pregnant!” There was a look of shock on her face. “You have managed to surprise me and that’s not easy to do. That is not something I would have expected to hear from a person who is always so adamant about his masculinity.”

The elder paused in thought. “So who was it? I'll bet it was that Hibiki boy. I sometimes wondered if that hostility was a mask for deeper affection.”

Ranma was sputtering. The very idea that she would do something like that with Ryoga was ridiculous. “What… you… you think that me… and… Ryoga? If that wasn't so disgusting it would be funny!”

Insistent, Cologne demanded, “So who is the father?”

Ranma took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself. “Well, you're going to find this a little hard to believe. I'm the father.”

The aged crone reeled back to lean against the backrest of her chair. “You shouldn't say things like that to a woman my age. I thought you just said you are the father to a child for which you are the mother.”

Ranma heaved a mighty sigh. “Yeah, that's what I said.”

Still not sure if this was something that could be believed, the old woman asked, “How sure of this are you?”

“Pretty sure,” Ranma affirmed. “They did tests on me to be sure and I'm definitely pregnant. They did a DNA test on the kid to try and find out who the father is. The test results say it's a ‘close family member.’ That makes it either my male side or my brother and you know I don't have a brother.”

Cologne’s expression turned thoughtful. “In all of the history of Jusenkyo I have only heard of one other time when a woman gave birth to a child to which she was both mother and father.”

Ranma wasn’t sure how to take that. She wasn’t alone? She had to learn more about this. “You mean something like this has happened before?”

The Amazon matriarch nodded. “Yes. The case is not exactly parallel but close enough. Before I give you the story about that, there a few things that I should tell you about Jusenkyo curses.”

After a moment to organize her thoughts, she explained, “There is little known about the person (or people) who cursed the valley or why they did it. Some think it was done simply because they could or as some kind of magical exercise. Most believe that the purpose of the curses was so that the people who became cursed would learn some important life lesson. In your case you turn into a girl because you were raised to be dismissive of women, of their strengths and other qualities. You no longer think that way, do you?”

The red haired girl shook her head. It was true, she no longer thought of women as weak. As to whether they were silly or stupid, that depended on the woman. Some were silly, some serious and some were stupid and some smart. Most were in between.

That still left one thing that was puzzling to her. “What about Ryoga? What does he learn from being a pig?”

The Elder had been expecting the question. “It is a life lesson for someone so strong to spend time as an animal that is small and helpless. As to what your father learns from being a panda, I can’t guess. I do think a fat lazy man changing into a fat lazy animal does suit his personality.”

The next part she knew Ranma wouldn’t be happy about. “There is a saying in our tribe that the Nyaniichuan curse wants its victims to get pregnant. On the face of it that's a silly thing to say because the curse is not a person. It has no wants or desires.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The Amazon amplified, “What it means is that any man with the Nyaniichuan curse is twice as likely to get pregnant when having sex with a man as any normal woman with no curse. I never mentioned it to you before because you were always so insistent on your manhood, even when in your cursed form. I never believed you would willingly have sex with a man and believed you to be too strong a martial artist to get raped.”

Oh, that was just wonderful! Regardless of the old ghoul’s opinion, Ranma felt this was information she had needed to know. “Twice as likely?”

The Elder confirmed, “That's right. It could be that the person who created the curses wanted it this way. You would certainly learn more about what is like to be a woman by becoming pregnant.”

Fuming but at least smart enough to realize it was too late to do anything about it now she said, “Great! But so far you have been talking about the curses in general. What about my case?”

“Let me tell you about a warrior named Gel. This happened about 150 years ago. I was an elder at the time, but not yet a Matriarch. I was not personally involved in these events, I was away from the village on tribal business at the time.”

Settling more comfortably into her chair the Elder went on. “Gel was deeply in love with another of our warriors. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this other woman. If that had been all there was to it there wouldn't have been a problem. Love between two woman is not common but not looked on with disapproval. Gel took it farther.”

Ranma and Nabiki both resisted the temptation to ask, “How much farther?” The expressions on their faces asked it quite well for them.

“Gel wanted to give her lover something that no woman can give, she wanted to give her lover a child. In the past when a situation like this came up the two women would adopt a child or one of them would get a man to be the father and the two women would raise the child as their own. Gel was not satisfied with that.”

“So Gel went to Jusenkyo and got the Naniichuan curse so she could turn into a man and father a child on his lover. There was a further complication to this situation. There was a boy who loved Gel even though she didn’t love him in return. It was an obsession with him. In fact this boy's fixation on Gel was in some ways like Mousse and the fixation he has on Shampoo.”

“As it was related to me later the two warriors were consummating their union when the boy burst in on them with a kettle of hot water. He threw the water and it struck Gel just as he was at the point of orgasm. It was later discovered that Gel was pregnant.

“At that time we did not have all the tests you have available today. We can learn much from ki readings, though. Still, since Gel had never been with a man, it wasn't that hard to figure out. Difficult to believe, but not hard to figure out.”

“What happened to her?” Asked Nabiki.

“After the baby was born, Gel was banished and never saw either the baby or her lover again. What she had done was a violation of our laws. The baby was kept and raised by the rest of the village. She was not told the details of her origin. It was done that way so she would not suffer any social stigma.”

“Is the child still around today?” asked Ranma, thinking of the longevity of the woman in front of her.

With a shake of her head, Cologne told her, “No, she died in battle against the Musk. She never had children of her own.”

Ranma placed a hand on her abdomen and looked at it for a moment. She was thinking about the warnings Tofu had given about genetics and the possibility of birth defects when both parents were as close genetically as she was to her male side. She asked, “Was the child healthy? Was there anything wrong with her that you ever heard?”

Recognizing the concern on Ranma’s face for what it was, the Elder asked, “You worry for the health of your own child, don't you?”

Ranma nodded. “Dr. Tofu say this is like a girl having a baby with her brother. I've heard bad things can happen to a baby like that. Yes, I'm worried.”

In firm tones Cologne said, “Gel's child was beautiful and strong. She was a courageous and skilled warrior. She showed no ill effects as a result of her strange origin. I pray it will be the same for your child as well. There were even some who theorized that because of the double of dose of curse magic that for the child it is an actual blessing.”

Somewhat satisfied with that, Ranma move on to her next concern. “Am I going to be stuck as a girl forever?”

The elder now smiled. “On that question there is a bit more information than the situation with the parentage of your child. You will remain locked until about seven weeks after you give birth. Please be aware that you must give birth for it to unlock. If the pregnancy is artificially terminated or if you miscarry you will stay female either until you die or you give birth to another baby.”

Plaintively Ranma asked, “Who thinks up these rules?”

Cologne couldn’t resist a brief chuckle. “I have asked that question that on many occasions. As far as I know there are no formal, written `rules.' These were observed as the way the curse works over the 1500 years since the girl drowned in the spring.”

The Elder paused, “May I ask how you came to be in this situation?”

Ranma looked down at the desktop. She admitted, “It's kind of embarrassing.”

The Amazon soothed, “If it's any comfort to you, I promise never to tell Shampoo or Mousse.”

Again reminding herself she was trying to treat this like talking to a doctor, she said, “Ok, if you insist. It was Sunday morning. I'd been working out and had gone to wash up. I got to thinking about Akane and remembered a few of the times I'd seen her naked. I got aroused and I masturbated. I got so involved in doing that that I didn't notice when Nabiki walked in.”

Nabiki took up the story. “I saw what he was doing and was going to let him finish it in peace when I noticed the buckets of water he had filled to wash up with. At the time I just felt it would be funny to splash him while he was `involved.' I didn't know how close he was to orgasm.”

“I see,” said Cologne. “Well, that explains the self impregnation. What I don't understand is why you didn't just change back to a boy.”

“Huh? What would that do?”

“This is another one of those `rules' that was learned by observation. If a Nyaniichuan cursed man has sex as a woman, she can avoid getting pregnant by changing back to a man immediately after the sexual intercourse. Even if a pregnancy does occur, changing back to a man within one hour will cause a miscarriage without the curse locking. Beyond that you are `stuck' as you termed it.”

Nabiki kept control of her facial expression with a supreme effort. What Cologne just said was confirming that it was Nabiki and her act of getting intimate with Ranma that had kept the sex changing boy in female form, It really was Nabiki’s fault that Ranma was pregnant now. She thought to herself, “Oh thanks, Granny. Lay even more guilt on me.”

Ranma, responding to Cologne's question, just said, “I… was doing… stuff … that I needed to be a girl for. I didn't know there would be any problem from not changing back right away.”

Cologne raised an eyebrow at the mention of stuff that Ranma needed to be a girl for. Still, all she said was, “You can be forgiven for your ignorance. It is not a situation that comes up very often. I suppose I should have warned you about your increased fertility, but I honestly didn't see the need.”

A thought occurred to the old woman. “Would you like to know if the child you carry is male or female?”

“You can do that?” asked both Ranma and Nabiki.

She nodded. “With a deep chi reading it is possible even at this early stage. The fact that both `parents' carry magic from the curse makes it much easier.” She hopped onto the desk then went to sit on the front edge. The red haired girl leaned closer and Cologne placed her tiny hand onto Ranma's abdomen.

There was no visible sign of anything happening, but Ranma could feel a sensation of gentle warmth. After a moment the warmth stopped and the Amazon elder leaned back. “You carry a girl child. It is a little early to tell but her aura feels strong. I think she will be healthy. It might be a good idea to come back here in two month for another reading.”

Ranma placed her hands lightly on her abdomen and a look of awe came to her face. “A girl…” she said, wonder in her voice as well. “A healthy girl.” As she gazed at her stomach she seemed lost in thought. Finally she said, “I'll call you Ranko,” addressing the fetus within her womb.

Nabiki asked, “Isn't the alias you used when you were hiding from your mom? You were pretending to be my cousin.”

Ranma looked up with a defiant expression. “She's my daughter and I think Ranko's a good name! Since I'm both mom and dad it's my right to choose.”

The brown haired girl held her hands out in a placating gesture. “Hey, calm down. I wasn't saying it was a bad name. I was just commenting. You might not want to get into the habit of saying you are mom and dad. People might have trouble understanding it.”

Cologne seemed intrigued. “From your attitude just now, may I assume that being pregnant no longer frightens you?”

Surprised at the question, Ranma responded, “Of course I'm still scared. I'd be a fool not to be. I think what I’m afraid of may be changing. How am I going to raise this child? I don't have a job and who's going to hire an unwed mother my age?”

Cologne offered, “You could come back the village with us. Once the lock on your curse comes off you could marry Shampoo and the two of you could raise your daughter together. In fact you wouldn’t even have to wait for the curse to unlock. You and your daughter would be honored.”

Ranma looked like she was getting angry, then it seemed as if her anger just… evaporated. “Ok old g… I mean Cologne. I'm going to mark that one down as a `nice try.' I'm not going to let you use my child as a lever to get me to do something I don't want. Still, I want to do what's best for little Ranko.”

The redhead seemed to consider for a while. “I'll tell you what. Leaving my homeland forever would be a pretty big decision. I don't want to do something like that until I have exhausted all other options. I've got nine months until Ranko is born and another seven weeks until the curse unlocks after that. If I haven't found something that allows me to stay in Japan and support myself and my child then I'll agree to go to China with you.”

Nabiki was appalled. “You’re not seriously considering her offer!”

Ranma countered, “For the health and safety of my baby, yes. They've got 10 and half months. Hmm, Cologne would you mind if we made that a full year?”

The amazon matriarch shrugged and said, “I think I can agree to that.”

Ranma nodded, “You have that much time to convince me that what you have to offer is better than what I can find here in Japan. I also think I'd better place some conditions on that.”

Cologne's tone was dangerous, “What kind of conditions?”

“No mind control drugs, no kidnapping me or anyone else to get me to go. No hurting anyone I know to get me to go. And one other thing. Let me give you a hypo… watchamcallit situation.”

“Hypothetical?” ventured Nabiki.

Ranma pointed a finger at Nabiki and said, “Yeah, that! Let's say I find a job working for someone willing to hire me even with all of my weird problems. Then say the place burned down. If I found out that you were responsible, the deal would be off.”

While offended that the child would think she would stoop to such measures, she could understand why he… she might think she would. Cologne nodded, “Agreed.”

Ranma’s expression turned grim. “Oh, that wasn't the last thing. If you try to take Ranko away from me after she is born, I would like to remind you that I killed Saffron. I'm not proud of it, but I did do it. If you take my daughter away from me and leave me alive, there will be nothing left of your village but a sooty stain on the ground or maybe a crater. Do I make myself clear?”

Both Cologne and Nabiki looked at Ranma's eyes. They saw the promise of death there. Nibiki just shivered. Cologne replied, “You are perfectly clear! I agree to your conditions.”

A further afterthought occurred to the redhead. “By the way, if you think that `leave me alive' can be treated as an escape clause, consider this. I'm pretty tough and heal up pretty fast and pretty well from wounds. If you try to kill me, you'd better make sure I'm dead.”

“Understood.”

Ranma took a deep breath and rubbed a hand up and down on her abdomen, her mood changing again like quicksilver. “Wow, or as Kasumi would say, `Oh my.' I'm sorry to get so deadly serious on you. There is a question I wanted to ask you, Cologne, that is off that subject.”

Wary now because of the earlier display of a cold death threat, Cologne asked, “What question?”

The redhead looked down at her abdomen for a moment before looking up again and asking, “You've had kids right?”

Well, at least son-in-law was off onto another subject. She cautiously answered, “I've borne many children.”

“The first time you found out you were pregnant, did you feel this sense of awe and wonder at the thought of the life growing inside you?”

Cologne's expression softened and smile came to her face. “Yes, child. I did have that feeling. I'm sad to say it didn't last past the first morning sickness.”

Ranma sat looking at her stomach. “I guess it didn't really seem real to me until you told me she's a girl. I think it must be even more intense for me.”

She continued. “Think about it. A normal mother can say that her baby is a part of her, but even then that baby is also a part of its father. I can truly say that the baby inside me now is a part of me and nobody else. That feeling is so amazing that I can't even think of words to describe it.”

Cologne said in a thoughtful tone, “I think the feeling may also be more intense for you because the idea of nurturing a new life inside your body is a relatively new concept for you. I mean I was raised with the idea that I would one day carry and give birth to a child. You could say I had a chance to get used to the idea. Up until recently you had no reason to think that giving birth had anything to do with you directly. It was something that women did, not you.”

Ranma considered that. “You could be right. Well, I think that's enough chatting here. I think I know enough about the big issues for now. I'll need to see Nabiki's woman doctor to find out how to take care of myself and what to eat for the baby's health. I need to look for a job. I'll also need to do other stuff that I will figure out on the way.”

Ranma stood up from her chair. “Thank you Cologne, you have been a big help. Don't forget what I said. Oh, please tell Shampoo that I don't have a fatal disease; she seems really worried. About me being pregnant, please don't tell her or Mousse any more than you have to.”

The Amazon elder nodded her head.

Ranma grabbed Nabiki's hand. “Let's go home, Nabiki. I have an announcement to make. I just hate to think how Akane will take it.”


Author's Note: This just keeps growing. Coming up - Ranma tells the family. Akane does not take it well.

Since Media Miner doesn't seem to like my word files I'm adding extra blank lines between the paragraphs to make it more readable.

Nodoka's Lessons - Chapter 2

Nodoka’s Lessons
A Ranma One Half lemon fan fiction by Michael A. Ivins

Ranma, along with his family and friends are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and I use them without permission. I am creating this story mainly for my own amusement and hopefully the entertainment of others. I’m doing it for fun and make no money off it, so please don’t sue me.

Timeline note: This assumed to be more or less in the canon Ranmaverse and happening after the failed wedding. In this chapter the summer break from school has started and Ranma will be free for a whole month.

WARNING: This chapter has LEMON content. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and incest. If you are under the legal age where your community allows you to read this kind of thing, Stop Reading. Likewise stop if you find such material offensive.

Chapter 2
Hands-On Sex Education

Later that evening as Nodoka lay in bed waiting for sleep to claim her she had troubling thoughts. She remembered the feel of her son’s strong arms around her. She also recalled looking at him when he was bent over and thinking that he had a truly fine ass. She had the odd feeling like heat in her loins and her nipples were stiffening.

Ok, risky territory there. She tried to shift to thinking about Ranma’s girl form. She thought of that silky hair that was a shade of red that shouldn’t exist outside of an anime. She thought about those blue eyes that one could get lost in. Then there were those breasts. She wondered if they were as firm as they appeared to be.

Damn it! A parent shouldn’t be thinking about her child in those terms. Not knowing why, her eyes went to the carving of two nude people in an embrace. Was the carving glowing in the dark? No, couldn’t be. Must be imagining it.

She closed her eyes again and suddenly chided herself, “Oh lighten up, No-Chan. What’s wrong with a little harmless fantasy? It’s not like I’m actually doing anything about it. It is fun to think about being in Ranma’s arms.”

She drifted off to sleep. When she woke up the next morning she realized she had been dreaming, but couldn’t remember any details clearly. There was a jumbled series of images. Most of them seemed to involve either fondling Ranma’s girl form or being fondled by Ranma’s boy form.

She shook her head. The few times she’d had sexual thoughts during the years Ranma had been gone it had been about Genma or some celebrity or other. Since she had only recently learned what her son looked like as a young man she supposed it made sense that he had not been in her fantasies before. Perhaps it was time to get the vibrator out again. It was starting to look like it had been too long since she had used it last.

She went downstairs and started breakfast. While she was working she heard Ranma come down the stairs. She got the odd impression that he was trying to sneak out and avoid notice. Maybe he was going out to the back yard to train.

She called out, “Good morning, Ranma.”

He whirled and looked at her with an embarrassed expression. She looked down and noticed a bulge making a tent of his loose fitting pants. She blushed and moved her eyes back to his face. She asked, “Were you going out to the yard to train?”

“Train?” In a minor panic he seized on that suggestion. “…Uh…yeah. I gotta work out and do… katas and stuff.”

“Very well, dear. Breakfast should be ready in about half an hour.”

He nodded and turned toward the back door. He thought, “She saw me with a hardon and she didn’t say anything about it, not even how manly it is.”

Nodoka was embarrassed as well, but for some reason she couldn’t fathom she wasn’t as embarrassed as she should be. In fact she was feeling excited. Scoldingly, she told herself, “Get a grip, No-Chan.” At that point it was like another part of her spoke up and said, “I’d like to get a grip on what’s making that bulge in Ranma’s pants.”

She shook her head and wondered, “A little harmless fantasy is one thing, but when did I turn into such a pervert and about my son too?”

She had no answer for herself. When breakfast was ready Ranma came in and had gained control of himself. Before sitting down to the table he walked over to give his mother a quick hug. When he released her, Nodoka felt disappointed that the hug hadn’t lasted longer.

After breakfast Ranma helped clean up. They had more work unpacking things. The belongings that had been salvaged from the old house had been boxed up and put in storage. Now that they were unpacking, Nodoka found stuff she didn’t remember having or that she thought she had lost years before. It was like a little voyage of discovery.

She tried to keep things strictly organized so that she would know in future where to find things when she needed them. They had stayed so busy that they went out for lunch instead of Nodoka making something. After they finished eating at a restaurant Nodoka went shopping. This time she didn’t just buy the food for that day’s meals, she stocked up on staples, including flour, sugar, soy sauce, cooking oil and the like. She also got a full assortment of seasonings and spices.

Finally they went home and they were heavily loaded. Nodoka had seriously considered calling a taxi so they wouldn’t have to carry everything. When they did get home both Ranma and Nodoka felt like their arms were going to fall off from carrying so much stuff. They rested for a time before starting to stock the cupboards. The things they had carried home were not enough to replace all that had been lost, but enough to get by for the present.

After that afternoon’s shopping trip, Nodoka resolved that she would order the remaining items and have them delivered. When everything was put away they sat down in the living room. Part of “getting to know her son” involved Ranma telling his mother all about his time apart from her.

Ranma’s normal tendency when talking about the training trip was to gloss things over, but Nodoka wouldn’t let him. On every point she would ask for more detail. It got to where Nodoka’s prodding was bringing out details that Ranma had largely forgotten.

The beginning of the training trip for chibi-Ranma had been like a big adventure and he had liked it. He also liked talking about it. As a kid he was pretty clueless and in the questioning he was able to learn things about those events that he had not realized before.

When it came time for dinner Ranma changed into a girl and went to help. While they worked together they talked about cooking and the making of dinner turned into a cooking class. There was much about techniques in use of a knife but there was much more in the uses of spices. One of the specifics was in what spices worked best with which foods. It turned into a mother/daughter bonding session.

It was during the clean up after dinner that Ranma got splashed with some of the hot water they had been using to wash the dishes. He finished helping in the clean-up in male form.

After they finished he hugged her. When she asked what the occasion for the hug was he said, “Just because.”

In her dreams Nodoka wasn’t just fondling her daughter and being fondled by her son. In these dreams she was kissing him in both forms. She wasn’t aware that Ranma was having similar dreams.

Monday was a repeat of Sunday in that Ranma came downstairs with an erection. Since his mom had seen the bulge in his pants and hadn’t freaked out the previous day, he decided not to make such a big deal of it. When he was turned to where Nodoka could see the bulge, the teenager acted casual as if it was nothing out of the ordinary to stand in front of his mother with an erection. He made no effort to hide the bulge, but wasn’t blatantly trying to display it either.

That morning the rest of the kitchen supplies were delivered and the two Saotome’s spend the rest of the morning stowing and organizing in the kitchen. After lunch they unpacked more boxes then went back to the telling of the story about the training trip.

When Ranma related the full story of how he had met Ucchan and how they had become engaged, Nodoka became angry. She had known that her husband could be a fool but the magnitude of his idiocy startled her. She resolved to start keeping a mental list of Genma’s transgressions against common sense. Likely there would come a time of punishment later.

Ranma seemed to have gotten into the habit of hugging his mother. When they sat in the living room for his stories about his past he sat close to her with an arm draped around her shoulders.

That night in the dreams the kissing got more intense and was combined with groping.

When Ranma told about the Nekoken, Nodoka reacted predictably. She snatched up her katana without the silk wrapping and yelled, “I’ll kill him. I. Will. Kill. Him. For doing that to any child, much less my only son, he deserves to die. I will make him into a panda skin rug.”

“Mom, calm down,” Ranma urged. “At least I’m still alive and mostly sane.”

“’Mostly’ sane?” Was that supposed to be a comfort? “From what you were just telling me you could go into that berserk state anytime you are exposed to too many felines or are too long in the presence of one.”

It wasn’t pleasant to think about. He told her, “I just have to be careful. Besides there’s no point rushing off now with the thought of killing him. He’s not at the Tendo place.”

“Where is he?” she demanded.

Ranma related, “Friday morning before school he shoved my pack in my hands and said, ‘we’re leaving on a training trip.’ I told him I wouldn’t go ‘cause I’d made a promise to you and it was not honorable to break a promise.”

Ranma shook his head at the memory. “Well, he threatened, he pleaded and told me he was leaving with me or without me. So I told him, ‘sayonara’ and that I was not going with him. I would go with you as I promised. He left and didn’t tell me where he was going. Mr. Tendo said Pops didn’t tell him either.”

Nodoka complained, “If he doesn’t come back before the end of the month I’ll be calmed down.”

“Maybe this will calm you down now.” He pulled his mom into a hug and began rubbing her back. One hand went lower and actually ended on her butt while he turned his face and kissed his mother on the cheek.

That got rid of her anger but it didn’t make her calm. Although the character of her tension changed.

Things progressed in this manner. What had started out has occasional hugs became frequent hugs. Then during the hugs they began to massage and stroke each other. Then they kissed on the cheek. By the end of the second week they were kissing on the lips. When they sat and talked now they would sit together in each other’s arms. Then Nodoka started to sit in the lap of Ranma’s male form or Ranma in girl form would sit in Nodoka’s lap. While doing that they would caress and stroke each other and kiss. By the middle of the third week they were French kissing

On Wednesday of the third week Mother and son had been locked in an embrace. They were deep in a kiss with their tongues dueling. Ranma’s hands were massaging Nodoka’s butt and she was doing the same to him. Through their clothing she could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen.

A thought occurred to her. Nodoka had initiated every escalation in the level of their intimacy. She felt ready to go farther but didn’t want to do anything that would make her son uncomfortable. It seemed almost as if he didn’t really know what to do with a woman. Could her husband really have been that negligent?

When they broke their kiss to come up for air Nodoka pulled back a bit and asked, “Ranma dear, how much do you know about sex?”

Blushing, Ranma admitted, “Not much. I’ve had the lecture in health class on egg and sperm and where babies grow, but as far as the actual how, I don’t really know.”

Didn’t know how? Why not? She asked, “Didn’t your father give you ‘the talk’?”

“What talk is that?”

Nodoka’s eyes went wide. “The talk about sex, the one about men and women and what they do together. Has your father never spoken to you about these things?”

“Not really,” Ranma admitted. “Whenever I asked, he said that kind of stuff was a distraction from the Art and I shouldn’t waste time thinking about it.”

The woman was appalled. “I can’t believe that! My husband is one of the worst idiots to walk the face of the earth. He engaged you to the Kamis only know how many girls and he didn’t even tell you what a husband is supposed to do with his wife. I wonder how he expected you to perform your husbandly duties. Maybe he expected your wife to teach you.”

Responding to the anger in his mother’s voice, he asked, “Uh, mom? Am I in trouble?”

“No, dear,” Nodoka soothed. “It’s not your fault. Since your father didn’t perform his duty as a parent, I suppose it falls to me. Considering your curse, you really should have the mother to daughter version of the talk in addition to the one boys usually get.”

Ranma wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “You want to give me girl training?”

His mother said, “If you are going to have a girl’s body some of the time you should know how it works and what to expect.”

He considered that and finally said, “I guess that makes sense.”

The middle-aged mother felt herself seized by an irresistible urge. She said, “Normally a parent would just tell you about sex. Would you mind terribly if I showed you what it is about?”

Ranma wasn’t sure if he had heard the question correctly. His beautiful, sexy mom wanted to teach him about sex, to show it to him. Even if he was largely ignorant on the subject, what healthy young man could refuse an offer like that? “Sure mom, I’d like that.”

Her mind began to furiously make plans. She finally said, “Very well, we’ll start in the morning. Since the female body is what I’m most familiar with I think that is what we should start with. After breakfast you should change into your girl form or just come to breakfast that way. For clarity in the lessons we should both be naked. You should wear a robe to the table but take it off after we finish cleaning up. I will also be ‘dressed’ the same.”

He thought about it. Be a girl and come to the lesson naked? What did his mom have in mind to show her?

The next morning Ranma got up early and did his katas and exercises in the back yard. Some of the moves were difficult to do with a hard cock, but after a time he was able to calm himself through the use of the Soul of Ice and his erection went down. After his workout he went to wash up and change into a girl. Normally she would have dressed in her usual pants and shirt but this time she just put on a light cotton robe as her mother had instructed her to.

At breakfast she noticed that her mother was also dressed in a similar robe. While they were eating Nodoka told Ranma, “We are going to be working on ‘lessons’ all morning. After lunch we are going out to do a little shopping.”

Ranma looked confused. “I thought we had all we need for the house.”

The auburn haired mother explained, “For what we are going to be doing we need some new things. I will be one of the first to admit that I am out of practice having sex with another person. We will need to get some sex manuals that show techniques and positions. For when we are doing things together when we’re both female, some sex toys could be helpful. I also thought it might be nice to get some sexy clothes to wear here in the privacy of the house.”

The teenager said, “I guess I should go as a girl then.”

The older woman laughed. “Of course, silly girl. How else are you going to try things on?”

After they did the dishes they adjourned to Nodoka’s bedroom. Feeling nervous, Ranma turned away and took her robe off, then carefully folded it and set it on the dresser. Finally she turned and faced her equally nude mother. Nodoka commented, “You are so beautiful.”

When studying her mother’s body Ranma noticed something. She pointed first at her mother’s head then at her patch of pubic hair. “Auburn isn’t your natural hair color?”

Nodoka grinned. “No, it’s not. My natural hair color is red only a little darker than yours. I used to think that the bright color made people stare at me. So I started dying it to what people would think of as a more normal color. Auburn is still unusual but not as uncommon as it looked before.”

In a more serious tone the mother said, “I intend to use a very ‘hands on’ teaching method. I know that you learn martial arts techniques quickly, many on just seeing them once. I’m hoping that you will treat what I am trying to teach you the same as martial arts techniques. We are going start with me doing things to you. No matter how aroused or stimulated you feel you should have at least a part of your mind working on remembering what I do. You will be doing those same things to me.”

She continued, “As I said at breakfast I am out of practice so my technique won’t be perfect. I also know you like to improve the martial moves you learn so feel free to do that when you apply what you learn from me. If this goes well we will both learn from each other.”

“We will begin with the basics.” She stepped in and embraced her daughter, their breasts mashing together. She kissed Ranma in a simple closed mouth kiss that she held for a moment then released her daughter and stepped back.

“That, as I’m sure you are aware, was a kiss. We’ve been doing that for a week so it should be nothing new. We’ve been doing it with our clothes on and you as a male. You should have noticed a pleasant sensation as our breasts were pressed together.” Ranma nodded.

“Next,” she said, then stepped in again. This time Ranma felt her mother’s tongue probing at her lips and opened them to let her mother’s tongue in. She also thrust her own tongue into her mother’s mouth. After a time they broke the kiss and stepped apart.

In the same teacher’s manner she said, “That is often called a French kiss (although I don’t know why the French get credit for it.) It is considered more erotic than a simple closed mouth kiss. One thing you should know is that kisses don’t have to go just on the lips. You can kiss just about anywhere on a woman’s body. Depending on the recipient’s mood, this can be very arousing. I’m going to demonstrate.”

This time when Nodoka stepped up to her daughter she held her shoulders instead of going into a close embrace. She kissed her lips but then moved the kiss to just to one side of her mouth and opened her mouth and fluttered her tongue. She moved her lips again and repeated this across her daughter’s cheek until she reached the ear. There she nuzzled Ranma’s ear, kissing and licking. From there she went down and began kissing Ranma’s neck finally going around behind her.

When Nodoka was kissing the back of Ranma’s neck the teen said in a tone that was almost a moan, “Uh, mom…”

Nodoka paused in her kissing to say, “Shhh, dear. Remember this, because you will be doing it to me.” She then continued her little kisses around to her daughter’s other ear, which received the same treatment as the first. After giving the proper loving attention to that ear the mother proceeded on around to the other cheek to end up kissing on the lips again.

When it was finished and her mother stepped back, Ranma said, “Whoa Mom, that was intense.”

“We’re just getting started, dear.”

Nodoka stood just in front of her daughter then reached out and gently grasped a breast in each hand. She began to gently knead and massage them, saying, “These are your breasts. That is a word that you can actually use in polite conversation. If the people you are talking to are too conservative you can call the two of them together your bosom. In slang they are sometimes called boobs or boobies but more often they’re called tits or titties.”

“The breasts are also called mammary glands. Right after a woman has a baby they produce milk that the baby sucks out though the nipples. If the mother eats a good enough diet the baby can live on just breast milk for a time.”

“As you have noticed, they are sensitive to the touch and they feel good being touched. Even more sensitive are the nipples.” As she said that she raised her hand up, keeping the fingertips still touching the breasts. With her thumbs she flicked at the nipples, which were now stiff and erect.

“The nipples are another of the places on a woman’s body that respond well to oral manipulation.” While continuing to tease the left nipple with her fingers, Nodoka pressed her lips to the areola on the right and used her tongue to flick the stiffened nub. After a few minutes of this she moved her mouth to the other nipple and used her fingers and thumb on the nipple she had been licking.

After doing that she directed her daughter to lie on the bed and continued kissing down her belly almost to her vagina. After doing that she directed her daughter to change places. Nodoka sat with her legs spread wide and directed Ranma to lean in close to get a good look. She then pointed and explained, “The clinical name for this is vagina. This is where the man puts his penis when he has sex with a woman and this is where you came out as a baby when you were born. Slang words for it are pussy or cunt.”

The teenager took a moment to absorb that thought. Her mother then pointed out all of the structures like inner and outer lips then pointed and said, “Do you see the thing at the top that looks like a hood?”

Ranma indicated that she could see it. Her mother said, “I’m pretty aroused right now so there should be a pink fleshy nub protruding out from under that hood. Do you see it?”

The younger girl agreed, “Yeah, I see it.”

“That is my clitoris,” Nodoka explained. “It is probably the most sensitive spot on any woman’s body with the possible exception of something inside called the ‘G spot.’ I say possible exception because there are some who say there is no such thing.”

Ranma nodded. Next her mother lay down and instructed, “I want you to wet your finger in your mouth and lightly stroke my clitoris. As long as your finger is wet you can use a stroking motion or a more rolling motion.”

The girl did as instructed and before long her mother was moaning and gasping. Ranma stopped and asked, “Are you Ok?”

Her mother ordered, “Don’t stop! It feels wonderful.” As the treatment resumed Nodoka began to give out a continuous stream of encouragement. “Oh, yes! Rub that clit good! Oh… you’re doing great. Keep it up… keep it up!” After doing this for a few more minutes the mother demanded, “Do it faster, I’m almost there.” Her breathing speeded up then, “Ahhh,” She cried out as her muscles tightened up.

After catching her breath she said, “It may not be appropriate to say this when we are doing something like this but I feel that I must. I thank the kamis for blessing me with such a wonderful child.”

She paused again then said, “What I just experienced is called an orgasm. It is also called cumming or sometimes a climax. Now you lie down. I’m going to work you to an orgasm with my mouth and tongue.”

Nodoka used a moistened finger to bring her daughter to an orgasm. Next she leaned down, bringing her face into her daughter’s pussy. She began by running her tongue around her outer lips. After doing that for a few minutes she pressed her tongue into her daughter’s cunt, tongue fucking her.

She then moved up to the top of her cunt slit and put her lips over the clit, flicking it with her tongue. She flicked, lapped and twirled her tongue around.

After Ranma had another orgasm her mother said, “One more lesson for the morning. It is called the sixty-nine.”

“Why 69?”

The mother wrote the number on a piece of paper then drew faces in the loops of the numeric characters. She then turned the sheet on its side. She asked, “Get the picture?”

“Oh.”

In that lecturing tone, Nodoka said, ““What can be tricky about this is to keep enough concentration to continue pleasing your partner even though you are experiencing pleasure yourself. Also using this name is if a man and woman do a similar thing. She sucks on his penis while he sucks on her cunt. Even two men can do it.” Ranma grimaced at the mental image that brought.

Nodoka lay down and Ranma, being the smaller of the two, lay on top of her mother and they began. As Nodoka said it was tricky, but Ranma quickly got the hang of it.

Finally Nodoka stood in front of her daughter and said, “Now comes the fun part - Practice. Show me what you have learned and I will critique your performance. We’ll keep doing it until you have it perfect or until it’s time for lunch.”

At one point during their practice Ranma improvised by touching a pressure point on her mother’s abdomen and another on her back at the same time. It suddenly felt like every nerve in Nodoka’s body was being stimulated simultaneously. She demanded, “What did you do?”

The young redhead explained, “I used to sneak into Happosai’s room and look at the books and scrolls he had. One of them was a pressure point chart of places on a woman’s body to stimulate to increase sexual pleasure. I admit I didn’t really understand it at the time, but it looked important so I memorized parts of it anyway and now it’s coming in handy.”

By lunchtime Nodoka was a quivering wreck. Through the use of pressure points and oral action she’d had more orgasms in that morning than she thought she’d had in the rest of her life before. She needed to bathe before they could go out. They ate at a restaurant because she was too tired to make anything.

One of the first things she got for Ranma was a vibrator. “Every woman should have a vibrator, even if she isn’t a full-time woman.”

They got the Japanese edition of “the Joy of Sex” along with “The Complete Book of Lesbian Sex”, the illustrated Kama Sutra, a book of sexual position and a few others as well. They got dildos in a range of sizes up to a huge one in transparent red rubbery substance that was called a fantasy dong. One thing Nodoka also insisted on was a two headed device called a double dong made so two women could pleasure each other.

Nodoka also purchased a selection of lubes and oils and fragrances said to enhance the sexual experience.

The next stop was a boutique that specialized in sexy clothing. One of the outfits purchased for Ranma was a sheer top that came to mid thigh and came with a pair of crotchless panties. To stay in theme with colors Ranma liked, Nodoka bought her a red leather bustier that just barely came up high enough to cover her nipples. There were also several outfits that showed off lots of skin.

Ranma wasn’t the only one singled out for this type of addition to her wardrobe. Nodoka got some extremely sexy nighties, crotchless panties and bras with holes for the nipples to show through. When her mother modeled a few of the outfits for her Ranma thought they emphasized what they covered more than concealed.

By the time they got home it was time to start dinner. Again Ranma helped and while doing the dishes Ranma was changed back to a male. This time his mother told him, “Tomorrow the lessons will be for your male form. Please come to my bedroom after breakfast either naked or wearing just a robe.”

The following morning Ranma didn’t turn away when he took his robe off. He faced his mother to let her get a good look at his hard cock. She studied it and compared it to her memory of Genma’s. Even though Genma was taller than his son, Ranma’s cock was about the same size. It was slightly longer and thicker and perfectly shaped. She was going to enjoy sucking on it!

“First we will begin with review of what we covered yesterday. Just about everything that a girl can do with a girl a man can do as well. When two women do that sort of thing together it is often called screwing or just having sex. When a man does that kind of thing with a woman it is called foreplay.”

Ranma used his hands, fingers and tongue to bring his mother to five orgasms before she pronounced him competent enough to move on. His cock had gone from being firm to feeling like it was hard as an iron bar.

Now his nude mother stepped up to him and grasped her hand around his penis. “The clinical name for this is penis. In slang terms it is a prick, a dick or a cock.” She circled her thumb and middle finger around it and slid it up and down, saying, “This part is called the shaft and at the bottom it is called the base (for obvious reasons.)”

Grasping the end now she said, “This is called the head and is probably the most sensitive part.” She shifted her grip back to the shaft and began stroking in earnest. “When a woman does this to a man the slang term is a ‘hand job’ and I confess I don’t know what the clinical term is. When a man does this to himself with his own hand the clinical term is masturbation. The slang terms include beating off or jerking off and too many others for me to try to remember them all.”

Continuing to stroke Ranma’s shaft, Nodoka added, “Obviously if a man can get himself off this way it is possible for a woman to do it for a man with just her hand. Most men say it feels nicer to have a woman’s hand doing this than using their own hand. Do you agree with that?”

“Yeah, Mom.” He nodded. “It does feel better when you do that. I don’t know if that’s because of how it actually feels or if it’s just the thought that you’re my mom.”

Nodoka advised, “Here is a tip for if you ever play the part of a woman pleasing a man. His orgasm can be made more intense by bringing him to the brink of cumming then slowing down the stimulation until it eases up. The more times you can approach orgasm without actually reaching it, the more intense the orgasm when it does arrive.”

“But I don’t… or do I?”

“I think you were going to do your macho, ‘I’m a guy. I won’t be playing with some other guy’s cock’.”

“I don’t know, I don’t find the idea as disgusting as I used to. Only when I’m a girl, though.”

“All right. The next step is oral. The clinical term when a woman uses her lips and mouth on a man’s cock is fellatio. In slang terms it is cock sucking or a blowjob, sometimes giving head.”

Ranma lay down on the bed and his mother gripped the base of his cock. She bent forward and for a time just blew lightly on the head of his organ. That was exciting by itself. Next she brought her mouth down on the tip fluttering her tongue over it, then circling it around the head.

After a while she then began to run her tongue up and down the length of the shaft on the sides, occasionally bringing her lips to the shaft’s surface to apply suction. At first the only thing she did with her hand was to hold Ranma’s cock in place. It naturally tended to point upward and she was using her hand to make it point straight out.

After a time of licking the shaft she finally brought her mouth back up to the head and pushed down to bring the head inside her mouth. She continued to use her tongue to flutter, lick and circle the head while it was inside her mouth. She kept this up for some minutes.

The next move was to plunge her mouth down taking some of the shaft inside until the head was at the back of her throat. She paused there for a moment then pressed her lips hard to the shaft and sucked hard while moving her head up and down. Now she was also moving her hand, matching the movement of her head. The effect was almost like his cock was penetrating in deeper. Ranma found the feeling extremely stimulating.

This continued for a time. While the suction from his mother’s lips was delightful, she could grip his shaft more tightly with her hand and there were delights to be had from doing that.

The next step came soon. Nodoka relaxed her throat and plunged her head down until her lips were nestled in Ranma’s pubic hair, the full length of his cock now fully in her mouth and throat. After a short pause she began moving her head up and down. When she felt Ranma’s body tense just before cumming she moved her head up so the load pumped into her mouth. She wanted to savor the taste. She was able to swallow every drop.

After a moment for both mother and son to recover, Nodoka told him, “You should have noticed that for part of that I kept the head of your cock inside my mouth and used my hand to make it feel like it was going in deeper. That is the technique used by women who can’t do the trick of relaxing their throats. When you are in girl form you should practice on dildos so you can master the deep throat technique.”

Ranma wanted to protest his manhood, but knew that it wouldn’t make any difference to what his mother wanted. Wisely, he kept silent.

“The major problem with the blow job, deep throat or otherwise, is that, while it may satisfy the man, the woman gets little more than the happiness from giving pleasure. She gets little pleasure herself. That is why the next technique we will do is the 69 with you in male form. I will suck you off again and you will stimulate me orally.”

During their sexual play Ranma again tried some pressure points and his mother responded well to them.

After they finished their 69 session they both needed to rest for a while. Ranma also needed to recover his erection.

The mother told her son, “The substance that squirts out of your cock is called semen or sperm with a slang usage just calling it cum. That is the substance that gets a woman pregnant when it gets into her cunt. You needn’t worry about me on that score. One of the reasons you are so precious to me is that I am unable to have any more children.”

“You are my only child and you will always be my only child. I guess that is one of the reasons I was so willing to accept you in spite of the curse. It is like I gained a daughter in addition to my son. I really wanted another child and I was devastated when I was told that I would never have any children after you.”

After a rest Nodoka told her son, “The final technique we will try before lunch is intercourse. The slang term for it is screwing or fucking. In the simplest terms you put your cock in my cunt then pull it part way out then push it back in. You continue to move your cock in and out until you achieve orgasm. If you do it right I will have at least one orgasm, hopefully more by the time we’re done.”

“All of what we did yesterday can be used as foreplay. To the ignorant sex is nothing more than fucking, but for the sexual experience to be truly fulfilling for both partners it should include all of the kissing, the fondling, the sexual touches and licking. Those things elevate sex from simple fucking to making love.”

Ranma took the hint and, instead of just climbing between his mother legs, he began by caressing her body. Then he proceeded to kissing her all over, lingering on her breasts and then her pussy. By the time he finally positioned himself between his mother’s legs she was trembling from more than a dozen orgasms. Nodoka was on her back with her legs spread wide and Ranma was over her with the head of his cock just at the entry to her cunt. He asked, “Are you ready, Mom?”

“Yes, son. I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for anything ever before.”

With a grin on his face he pushed forward with his hips, burying his cock to the hilt in his mother’s cunt. Oh, that felt good. The deep throat had felt incredibly good, but somehow the knowledge that this cunt had been his very first entrance to the world made it all the more special to him. For a couple minutes he just held still and luxuriated in the feel of the moist warmth that surrounded his cock.

Nodoka began to flex the muscles in her cunt so it gripped and squeezed her son’s cock. She practically purred, “Come on stud, give your mother the fucking she needs. This is something that I’ve been missing for a long time.”

Ranma chuckled and slowly pulled back on his hips. When just the head of his cock was still inside his mother he pressed back in. When his pubic hair again touched hers he started to pull back out again. He repeated the process and began to move in a slow but steady rhythm. At first Nodoka begged him to speed up but she finally decided that the slow pace was a good way to start.

She could feel another orgasm building and when it hit she thought it was more intense for the gradual buildup. After that first orgasm Ranma did speed up the tempo of his fucking, but only a little. That became the pattern. Ranma would continue thrusting until his mother had an orgasm then he would speed up his thrusts just a little until the next orgasm, when he would speed up again.

His two previous orgasms had given Ranma the staying power to keep going. His body was not so urgently in need of release and he used that. He was able to build his mother’s pleasure higher and higher. Eventually he was moving his hips almost at chestnut fist speed. When he reached that speed he pressed two pressure points on his mother’s chest just at the base of her breasts. This triggered in the woman a chain of orgasms that hit one right after the other until she passed out from the pleasure.

The string of potent orgasms caused Nodoka’s cunt to spasm, tightly clutching at Ranma’s cock. This was enough to trigger Ranma’s own orgasm.

The young man fell asleep next to his unconscious mother. Some time later they both woke and she asked, “What were those pressure points you used on me at the end?”

He kissed her and gently caressed her body. “Another one I learned from that sex pressure point chart of Happosai’s. It triggers a string of orgasms that doesn’t stop until you pass out.”

She heaved a deep sigh. “That was… amazing. From now until the end of the school break you must sleep in my bed with me every night. Forget about staying in the guest room. And we must do that same kind of fuck session, including the pressure points, before bed every night.”

“I’d like that.”

She glanced at the clock on her dresser and said, “Look at the time. We’ve slept right through lunch. It’s almost time for dinner. I’d better get to work.”

“Mom, if you wouldn’t mind, could you not get dressed? Just put on the apron over yourself like you are now.”

Nodoka thought about that for a moment then said with a smile, “You naughty boy. Yes, I’ll do that. What will you be doing?”

“I thought I’d change into a girl and help you. I’ll put on the other apron like you’ll be wearing.”

“My darling daughter wearing nothing but an apron? That sounds like it would be incredibly sexy. Let’s do it.”

She noticed a thoughtful expression on her son’s face and asked, “What on your mind.”

His tone was also thoughtful. “You know how I don’t like hitting girls?”

“Yes.”

“I know part of that comes from that whole, ‘women are weak’ thing that Pop says and martial artists don’t fight the weak. Still it occurs to me that if I had a fight with a woman that I couldn’t get out of, that orgasm point would be a way to knock a woman out without hurting her.”

Nodoka tried to imagine it. Finally she said, “If you did you use that in a fight your opponent might hate you for using such a trick. However, she might love you forever for giving her such powerful orgasms. That’s a tricky one to call and such a naughty idea.”

It was hard to concentrate on the preparation of food. At any moment either of the women would caress a bare butt or give a squeeze to an ill concealed breast. They would stop and kiss at odd moments. In all it took twice as long to prepare dinner as it normally would.

That night in bed before they started fucking Ranma commented, “We’ll have to try this as girls tomorrow night and you can use that orgasm point on me. I really think I should know what it feels like. I was thinking we could do it to each other at the same moment.”

His mother kissed him and said, “You have the most delicious ideas. Yes, we will try that.”

The next morning Ranma woke first and looked at his mother for a moment. He came to a decision and quietly got up from the bed as quietly as he could so as not to wake his sleeping parent. When Ranma returned she was female.

Her mother had awakened when she was out and commented, “I wondered where you had gone to.”

“Well, I needed to pee. I also had an idea for something I wanted to try. You should start keeping a glass of water in your room so I can change when I want without having to leave the room.”

Nodoka thought about that a moment then said, “I’ll do better than that. I’ll get two large thermos bottles and fill one with hot and one with cold water. That way you can change either way as you want.”

“Good idea.”

“What did you want to try?”

“Let me show you.” She got in bed and lay on top of her mother. “Lift your hips a little.”

When Nodoka complied she could feel her daughter’s hands probing around on her back just below her waist. After a moment the fingers seemed to find what they were feeling for and one from each hand pressed. A sensation like a mild electric shock went through her. Suddenly her nipples stiffened, her heart beat faster, and her pussy moistened.

“Ah… What?”

Ranma grinned, “Instant arousal pressure point. Can you do that to me now?

The mother agreed but the first time needed Ranma to guide her hands in “a little lower, closer to my spine with the left hand,” type of directions. When she pressed the points Ranma gasped at the reaction.

Nodoka now told her, “Quick before this wears off, get that bag over there. It has the sex toys in it. I think it’s time you feel what it’s like to have a cock in you. It won’t be a real one, but you should at least get the feel to know if you really like it or not.

Still feeling unsure Ranma scrambled to comply with her mother’s request. Nodoka pulled out the smallest of the dildos. She didn’t start using it immediately but made sure to caress and stimulate her daughter’s body to one orgasm first before inserting the imitation cock in her cunt. Thanks to that first orgasm, Ranma’s pussy was nice and wet and the dildo went in easily.

Nodoka pumped the rubber cock in her daughter’s pussy until Ranma had an orgasm. After the young redhead recovered from her orgasm her mother asked, “How did you like being penetrated, dear?”

“It was great. I never thought I would say this, but it might be nice to feel a live cock attached to a man.”

“I think that would be a good thing someday, but not for now.”

Ranma nodded. “For now I’d like to try a bigger dildo. That one did the job but didn’t feel as satisfying is it could have.”

Her mother laughed and said, “Then bigger you shall have.”

They continued doing this until Nodoka pulled the next to largest dildo from the bag. She informed her daughter, “This is the same size as your father’s cock. As I mentioned he is quite large, almost as large as you are in male form. In addition to that he knows how to use it.”

She continued, “Some women will tell you that size doesn’t matter and what counts is what your lover does with what he has. While that may be true in general if your lovers have equal skill then the bigger, the better. At least that is my opinion.”

Ranma felt a strange thrill go through her on hearing the dildo she was trying next was the same size as her father’s cock. Back before the curse she had seen her father’s cock in the bath. It had always been limp at the time and she tried to imagine it hard like the dildo her mother was now inserting into her cunt. Somehow that thought made the sensations of being pumped with that fake organ all the more satisfying.

The mother and daughter finished up their morning sex session using the double dong so that both could be satisfied. After that they both went down to prepare breakfast dressed only in aprons.

Over the next few days Nodoka showed Ranma different positions to fuck in and they started getting ideas from the sex books they had bought. It was on Wednesday night after Ranma had fucked his mother into unconsciousness that he looked up to the shelf and saw the glow coming from the carving. He resolved that he would have to talk to his mom about it in the morning.

Thursday morning they had their obligatory wake up fuck session after which Ranma mentioned the glowing stone. Nodoka said, “That’s odd, I remember the stone seemed to glow the very first night we brought it home. I remember I was thinking about you and how handsome you looked and what a fine ass you had. I started to tell myself that I shouldn’t be thinking about you in such a sexual way when I looked up and noticed the stone glowing. I thought I was imagining it. The odd thing is that after that I just accepted my sexual thoughts about you.”

That sounded odd. “Before that you wouldn’t have ever acted on such thoughts, would you?”

Nodoka’s eyebrows went up as she considered that. “I don’t suppose I would have. I would have been angry at myself for even thinking about doing this.” Under the blankets she began to caress his cock.

“Uh… Mom, focus.”

She pouted slightly as she reluctantly removed her hand from his cock and said, “Now that you mention it the shopkeeper said that the stone would bring joy to our lives. I will admit that fucking with you has been one of the most joyful experiences in my life so far. There was something about the expression on his face that suggests to me that he meant more than what he was saying.”

Ranma said, “Maybe the carving is magic and did something to us. Maybe it made us willing to do something we might not do otherwise. I know before I never thought about fucking my mother. Actually I never thought about sex with any woman because I didn’t really know what fucking was.”

The mother said, “I think I will have to go back to that shop and talk to the owner. It’s not that I mind what it has done to us but there may be consequences or side effects that we need to know about.”

“Ok, you can head out after breakfast. Did you want me to go with you?”

“I’ll take care of it. In the meantime, come here lover.”

They began kissing then kissing led to caressing and other things. When they cooked breakfast the two women were again going about the kitchen wearing nothing but aprons.

Later that afternoon Ranma was getting anxious. Her mother had been gone a fair portion of the day. When Nodoka finally came through the door she found her daughter nude and playing with her pussy. The girl demanded, “What did you find out?”

The mother set down some papers and said, “The shopkeeper was nice but didn’t really know much. He told me a few things and I went to the library to look in some books and to use their computer to look on the Internet.”

She smiled. “I think that shopkeeper is an old pervert, but at least a nicer one than your father’s old Master. He had heard stories about the stone but didn’t know if they were true or if it was even the same stone. When he heard me say I wanted to get to know my son he decided that giving us the stone would help me to know you intimately.”

Ranma let out an amused snort.

“You can read the printout but I want to talk about it. From what I learned the carving we have is one of three and they are called the Love Stones. According to the legend they were found when a meteor fell to earth about 500 years ago. From the core of that meteor they recovered three pieces of bluish green stone.”

“Three?”

“Yes,” Nodoka affirmed. “What the stones all have in common is that it takes time for the effect to be seen. All three do two things. The first is to increase libido or the need or maybe the desire for sex.”

Ranma thought about that then said, “So they make you horny?”

Her mother nodded. “That is the effect.”

“You said they do two things.”

She nodded. “The second effect is to decrease inhibitions.”

“Huh?”

The auburn haired mother explained, “Inhibitions are those behaviors you learn about sex. It’s like the little voice in the back of your mind that says, “That’s bad” or “That’s wrong” when you think about sex with some types of partners.”

Ranma nodded.

Nodoka continued. “From what I’ve read there is nothing inherently wrong with any sexual activity between consenting partners. What makes it bad or wrong is the attitudes of the people participating in it. Of course I don’t include any kind of forced sex in that, especially forced sex between an adult and a child. You learn these attitudes by copying the people around you like your parents, your schoolmates and friends.”

She considered the papers on the table in front of her. “The difference between the stones is in the inhibitions they affect. According to the legend when this was discovered a sculptor was commissioned to carve each stone into a representation of what it did.”

“The stones had fancy names at one time but the man who wrote the article gave them names that he felt better suited them. One of them he called the Hetero Stone because of the kinds of relationships it encouraged. Those were more or less normal heterosexual relationships. In the case of that stone it would help people overcome shyness or let people get around the inhibition of approaching a possible sexual partner of a different social station they might not otherwise get together with.”

“The carving of the Hetero Stone is of a nude man and woman in an embrace. The two figures in the carving are made to look about the same age, probably in their twenties.”

“The article that I read also said that there must be some attraction between the parties or it won’t work. If a couple are married and in love the increase in libido will just make them more active in their sex lives than they were before. I think that is why the shopkeeper said we would find joy if fate decreed it. If there weren’t already some attraction between us, it wouldn’t have worked.” Ranma nodded.

“The next one is what the author called the Homo Stone. The carving is of two female figures embracing each other. The inhibition that this stone reduces is the one against sex between persons of the same gender – men with men, women with women. It won’t turn a heterosexual person gay, but if they already have that tendency the influence of the stone will make them more likely to explore it. Again that only works if there is some attraction between the partners.”

“The last one of the stones is the one we have. The author called it the Family Stone or it could also be called the Incest Stone.”

Ranma took that in and said, “So if I’m following the theme here I’m guessing that it makes you more willing to fuck with members of your own family even if you used to think that was a terrible thing.”

The mother nodded. “Yes. This one doesn’t make any distinction for gender either. There are reported cases of mothers with sons, brothers with sisters, fathers with daughters but also fathers with sons and mothers with daughters. One story told of the Family Stone being taken into a home with an extended family that included a husband and wife with two sons and two daughters as well as the husband’s mother and the wife’s sister and her son. Within a month all members of the family were paired off and engaging in affairs and by the end of a year they were having regular family orgies.”

“What does all of that mean for us?”

Nodoka sighed. “If the influence of the stone is removed before one month of exposure the ones exposed go back to the feelings and attitudes they had before. In the earlier stages of the relationships the partners usually experience feelings of guilt but get over it. If two people such as a mother and son have begun to have sexual relations and the influence of the stone is removed they will suffer from an, ‘Oh no, what have I done?’ kind of reaction. Many have been known to commit suicide.”

The younger Saotome noticed something. “You said that was the effect if the influence of the Stone was removed before the end of a month. What happens after a month?”

The Saotome mother was happy her child was smart enough to pick up on that. “The effect becomes more or less permanent. If the influence of the stone is removed after exposure of a month or more the libido stays high, though not as high as with the stone present, and the inhibitions never come back.”

“Good,” declared the teenager. “I love you and I love the relationship we have now. I don’t want to go back to the way things were before.”

The mother smiled. “I love what our relationship has turned into. We are true lovers now, not just parent and child. I have enjoyed giving you the ‘lessons’ in sex. Still, I think there is something you still need to learn that I won’t be able to help you with.”

“What’s that?”

Nodoka explained, “We agreed that your curse makes it necessary for you to truly embrace your femininity when you are in female form. I think the only way you can do that fully is to experience sex with a man while you are a girl. We have simulated it with the sex toys but you really need to experience it with a live man and a real cock.”

Ranma knew it was probably the influence of the stone that she even considered it. After a time she said, “I guess you’re right but I can only think of one guy I might be attracted to and that’s Ryoga. He’s got Akari now and I don’t think he’d be interested in me like that. Since he’s not in the family I don’t know if the Stone would help me get past my inhibitions with him if we could come together.”

Her mother just smiled. “You are missing one obvious choice.”

“Huh?”

“How would you feel about your father fucking you?”

On thinking of this the part time girl found her nipples stiffening and her pussy moistening. “I don’t have much respect for the man but the thought of sex with him is strangely exciting.”

Nodoka gave a little laugh. “Most of the respect that I had for him is gone but I can report from the time before he took you away on that horrid trip that he is an excellent lover.”

“But he hasn’t been exposed to the Stone. How willing would he be to have sex with his daughter/son right now?”

The elder Saotome considered that. “With the teachings of his perverted Master, he might not have much inhibition in that way. With him the resistance might come from the knowledge that you are still his son.”

With further thought she said, “By the time you have to go back to the Tendo dojo and to school we will have completed our month influenced by the stone. We should be in no danger of losing what we have now. I suggest that you take the Family Stone with you and find a place to hide it in your room. If what we experienced was any indication, you will be having sex with your father within three weeks of getting back there. After a month you would never need to worry about him wanting to stop.”

Ranma’s grin was infectious. After a moment of thought her expression sobered. “Doesn’t the Stone work on everyone living in the house? I mean it worked on me when I was sleeping in a room on the other side of the house.”

“Oh, you mean…”

Ranma nodded. “Yeah, the Tendo girls and their father. What would happen to them?”

The auburn haired mother reasoned it out. “Well, if there is an attraction there, the girls would start having sex with each other and their father.” She paused to consider that. “Before being under the influence of the Family Stone I would probably have been horrified at that thought. Now I think about it and ask myself, ‘would it really be such a bad thing if that did happen’?”

Ranma turned that over in her mind. “Since you put it that way, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad. We don’t seem to be suffering divine retribution for what we’ve been doing.”

Her mother laughed. “It may be a little too soon to say on that. Still, somehow I can’t bring myself to worry about it.”

In a more speculative tone Ranma mused, “I could guess how they would pair off at least at the start. I’d guess Kasumi would get together with her father and Nabiki would go with Akane.”

Curious, the mother asked, “Why those pairings?”

The redhead explained, “Kasumi still loves her dad. I don’t think Nabiki or Akane have much respect for him. Plus I think that the two younger girls really do care for each other even if they do tease each other a lot.”

Nodoka nodded. “Maybe the teasing is really sign of the love between them. It sometimes manifests that way.”

Musingly, Ranma said, “This might be a good thing. It might help Kasumi come out of her shell. Maybe it would be good for Akane’s anger if she had a woman to love instead trying to get with a man. It seems to me like she never could really get over her anger at men. I mean she said she loves me but she still hits me with the mallet.”

“Then perhaps it would be for the best if she did get together with one of her sisters. I think Soun wouldn’t be able to make such a big thing of joining the schools if he is with one of his daughters.”

Decided, Ranma said, “I guess that settles it. When I go back to the Tendos I will take the Family Stone with me.”

Nodoka promised, “I will come over as often as I can get away with so we can get together. We will have to be very careful so no one can discover what we are doing.”

“After the Tendos are involved with each other we won’t have to hide what you and I are doing. Then we can take turns of you and me and me and pops.”

Nodoka got a wicked grin on her face. “I like the sound of that.”

Ranma mused, “A pity we don’t have all 3 stones. If we had them at the Tendo place it might get Akane to loosen up and let male me fuck her and screw with female me.”

While that would be ideal, Nodoka philosophically pronounced, “We’ll just have to work with what we have. The man who wrote the article was in America when he wrote it. It would be a safe bet that the Hetero Stone is there. He didn’t know where the Homo and Family stones were but he guessed they were in Japan.”

Ranma musingly said, “It seems strange that an effect that will work though walls is cut off by a simple wooden box.”

Nodoka responded, “The boxes aren’t as simple as they look. Carved into the wood under the velvet lining are characters like those of a spirit ward. Those keep the magic of the stone contained until it is removed to put on display.”

With a thoughtful expression the redhead said, “In that case there is a loose floorboard in the guestroom I share with pops. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know about it because I put some money in it one time and it was still there a month later. The space there is big enough for the Family Stone. If I can stash it there, I shouldn’t have to answer questions about it until after people start getting horny.”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

“Oh Mom, by the way. Pop can’t fuck me as a girl me if he’s dead, so please don’t kill him. I know you’re still pretty mad over the Nekoken.”

“He may live for now. However I will make my displeasure known to him and will forbid him from coming to live in my house. That should insure that he stays in the Tendo home where you will the chance to work on him.”

End of Chapter 2

Author’s Note: I like to read stories about incest so I was disappointed that I couldn’t find more lemon fanfics about Ranma and Nodoka. Because of that I decided to write one of my own. I’ve already written one lemon fanfic that is posted on mediaminer.org. The title is “I’m the Mother and the Father?” If any readers know of places on the net to find more stories of RanmaXNodoka, (or Soun with any or all of his daughters) please email me to tell me where to find them.

As far as I know the concept of the Love Stones is original to me. If anyone else wants to use them in their own stories, feel free to do so, just let me know where you post them so I can read what you do with my idea.

I’ve read at least one fanfic where the reason for Nodoka’s inability to have more kids was due to Genma’s infertility and not anything wrong with her. I had thought of exploring that idea by having Nodoka getting pregnant from her and Ranma’s lovemaking. Obviously they wouldn’t bother using protection if she doesn’t believe she could get pregnant. Does anyone like that idea?