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 Takahishi 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. For the sake of the story I needed a place for Ranma and Nodoka to be alone together. I am assuming that the fiancé battle that destroyed Nodoka’s house did take place, but she had the place insured. The summer break from school is coming up and Ranma will be free for a whole month.
Chapter 1
Minimizing Distractions
A beautiful middle-aged, auburn haired woman stepped into the genkan of the Tendo home and called out, “Tadaima.” She doffed her outdoor shoes and put on slippers that were thoughtfully provided for the purpose. From the kitchen came Kasumi’s voice, saying, “O-kaeri.”
As Saotome Nodoka entered the kitchen the eldest of the Tendo daughters greeted, “Hello, Auntie Nodoka. You seem excited. Did you hear some good news today?”
Nodoka positively beamed as she replied, “Yes, Kasumi-Chan, I did hear some good news. The contractors report the construction of my house is complete. There is a little finishing work to do but it should be ready to move back in by Friday. It is on Friday that they will move in the furniture that survived from the old house along with the new furniture that the insurance paid for.”
Kasumi smiled in return. “That is wonderful news. I do think we will miss you here when you go, though.”
The older woman explained, “You needn’t worry on that score. Now that I have Ranma back in my life, I will come to visit often. On that subject, do you know where Ranma and Genma are?”
Kasumi paused to think. “I think uncle Genma is playing Shogi with Father and Ranma is in the living room watching television.”
In the living room Ranma was watching Dragonball Z. Not for the first time he was wondering if there was a way to do a ki attack like the Kamehameha wave that Goku used. From what he had seen it should be possible, but he had to wonder if he had enough ki reserves to carry it off. Oh, well. It was something to consider for later.
At that moment his mother walked into the living room. She asked, “Ranma could I speak to you for a moment?”
Ranma used the remote to turn off the TV. “Sure, Mom, no problem. It’s a re-run anyway.”
She smiled. “I need to talk to your father at the same time.”
Ranma shrugged and followed her. As they approached the Shogi table they could the hear the voice of Saotome Genma announce triumphantly, “Aha, got you this time Tendo.”
The Tendo patriarch just said, “Humph.”
The bald martial artist was about suggest another game when he heard his wife’s voice speak. “Dearest, how fortunate that I caught you just as you finished a game. Now I don’t have to interrupt.”
Genma somewhat nervously looked and noted that the silk wrapped bundle of the Saotome honor blade was tucked under his wife’s arm. In a tone of joviality he didn’t feel he said, “No-Chan, how nice to see you. Did you wish to talk to me?”
“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Saotome confirmed. “I just got word today that the house is almost finished and should be ready to move into on Friday.”
“Ah,” said Genma. “I guess I should have my stuff packed and ready by that time. I don’t have much to move.”
The smile disappeared from the woman’s face and a serious expression replaced it. “Actually dear, that is part of what I wanted to talk about. I would greatly appreciate it if you would delay moving back into our house for a while.”
“What? What are you talking about? That house is as much mine as it is yours. Why shouldn’t I come to live in it?”
A frown now came to the woman’s face. “’As much yours…’ You haven’t contributed to the upkeep of that house in more than a decade. This new house was paid for completely by insurance that I took out. You had no hand in it at all.”
“But I’m your husband,” he protested. “Why don’t you want me moving back in?”
She shook her head. “I’m not saying that you can never come back. We still have some issues to resolve between us, but that is something to talk about in private. I am only asking that you delay moving back in until the end of the summer school break.”
“The school break?” The bald martial artist was now confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”
She explained, “After an eleven year absence I finally have Ranma back in my life again, but I barely know him now. When the two of you left he was a little boy and now he is a man. I want a chance to have access to him without the constant distraction of the craziness of his life here in this house.”
She paused a moment then said, “I mean no offense to you, Soun. However, you will have to admit that Ranma’s life tends to be chaotic with all of his fiances and rivals who come here all the time to woo him or challenge him. I was hoping that we could have time to get to know each other away from all of that.”
Soun considered this for a time. True, it might be nice to not have all of the destruction from Ranma’s fights for a while. “That’s all right Nodoka-san. I take no offense.”
Now angry, Genma demanded, “You aren’t going to be buying dresses for his girl form and teaching him how to be ladylike are you?”
Her tone had steel in it. “That was not my plan. However, now that you mention it, that might not be a bad idea. Even if I did do that I don’t see that it is any of your concern.”
“Damn it, woman!” Genma exclaimed angrily. “I won’t have you undoing all the work that I put in on the boy.”
“Undoing all your work? If he were to gain a little more modesty in his female form, would that make him any less of a martial artist? If he were to learn to speak like an intelligent, educated man instead of a savage raised in the woods, he would be no less of a man. If Ranma agrees to this, I will allow no interference.” She let the silk drop from her katana and grasped the hilt.
“But No-Chan…”
Ranma spoke up, “Pop, I want to do it. I’ve missed mom a lot. There was a long time when I even thought she was dead (no thanks to you.) I think it would be nice to get to know her without a lot of outside distractions.”
Frowning, the bald martial artist tried a new ploy. “Don’t forget that Kuonji and the Amazon girl both know where the house is. Do you really think they will leave you alone just because you want it?”
Nodoka responded to that. “They might be willing to stay away if they are asked politely by the right party. Ranma and I will go talk to Miss Kuonji after the dinner rush at her restaurant.”
The man with the glasses grumbled, “It sounds like you already have your mind made up. I don’t know if I even understand why you came to me to discuss it.”
With that same hint of steel in her voice, Nodoka told him, “I didn’t come to discuss it. I came to tell you of my decision and to warn you not to interfere.”
Not completely willing to give up on it, Genma asked, “If I can talk the boy out of it, will you agree to call off this foolish idea?”
She conceded, “I suppose I could agree to that. You must promise no threats. You must not badger him. You must not knock him out and carry him away. If you do try something like that and I find out about it, know that I will make your life a living hell when you come back.”
With ill grace he agreed, “Very well, wife. I will just try to reason with the boy.”
Ranma resisted the urge to snort at that. He had seen some of his father’s past attempts at “reasoning.” Hadn’t his father learned by now that by taking that kind of approach he was virtually guaranteeing that Ranma would do what his father didn’t want?
Later, as Ranma and his mother walked into Okonomiyaki Ucchan’s a young man who looked like a very pretty girl waitress in a kimono came to greet them. He bowed and said, “Ranma-san, Saotome-sama, welcome. Did you wish to have the specials?”
Ranma returned the bow and replied, “Actually Konatsu-san I was wondering if Ucchan had a moment to spare to talk to my Mom and me.”
The male kunoichi said, “I’ll check. I think she’s caught up on orders right now.”
A few moments later Ukyo came out of the kitchen. She was wearing her chef outfit and had her bandolier of throwing spatulas on but had left the giant battle spatula in the kitchen. She said, “Hello, Ranchan…Mother.”
The temperature seemed to drop all around the Saotome matriarch. When she did speak it was in cold tones and formal language. “Thank you for your greeting, Kuonji-san. I would prefer if you did not address me in such a manner. You have not earned the right to call me ‘mother’.”
“But…”
Nodoka replied, “Throwing bombs made of exploding food was very dangerous, Kuonji-san, and not just to your intended targets. My son has forgiven you for your behavior at the wedding. That is more of a testament to his kind and forgiving nature than anything else. I have not forgiven you yet. People could have been hurt.”
Ukyo’s manner became more serious. “I don’t know how many times I have to apologize for that.” She paused. “Very well, Saotome-san. Konatsu said you wanted to talk to me. What can I do for you?”
Her manner still formal but not quite as cold, Nodoka said, “As you know the summer break from school is coming up. My house has finally been re-built and I will be moving back to it from the Tendo home this Friday. I have asked Ranma if he would come stay with me for this coming month so that I may have a chance to get to know him again and he has agreed. He can also have a chance to get to know me.” Nodoka didn’t feel it necessary to mention the part Ukyo herself had played in the destruction of the old house.
Ukyo digested that then said, “I guess I can understand that. You missed out on a big chunk of Ranchan’s life when he was on the training trip with the idiot panda.”
The auburn haired mother nodded. “It was my hope that my son and I could enjoy some quiet time together away from the distractions of what he once referred to as the fiancé brigade.”
Ukyo winced at the designation. “Are you saying I can’t come over to visit?”
“I would prefer if you didn’t,” Nodoka confirmed. “I have already told Akane about this. For someone who supposedly loves Ranma, she seemed almost pleased to spend a month without him around. Our next stop will be the Nekohanten to try to get Shampoo to stay away. Please keep in mind that I am only asking that you refrain from visiting Ranma for one month, starting this Friday.”
With a pleading expression, Ukyo looked at her fiancé. “Ranchan, are you Ok with this?”
The boy nodded. “Ucchan, you’ll have to admit that things can get crazy when you come to visit, especially when Akane or Shampoo are there too. It’s even worse if they’re both there.”
She began to protest, “But I don’t start…”
Ranma held up a hand to cut her off. “You are probably the most stable and sane fiancé I’ve got. Shampoo is just crazy and Akane is angry most of the time. It’s only a month Mom is asking for. You know you’re going to be busy here with school out.”
“Well, that’s true,” the chef conceded. “So you won’t be coming by to get any free food?”
Ranma grinned. “I’ll miss that, true, but I’ll survive. Mom’s a great cook, maybe better than Kasumi. I won’t go hungry.”
Ukyo wasn’t happy with it, but she had to admit that the request wasn’t unreasonable. “Oh. Well, I guess I’ll at least see you at school before then. When I do see you there, let me know if Shampoo agrees. If not I’ll have to come by to protect you from her.”
Mother and son left and headed to their next destination.
As they walked through the door of the Nekohanten Shampoo rushed forward to glomp Ranma, exclaiming, “Airen!” She pulled up short when she noticed that Ranma was in the company of his mother. She bowed to the older woman and said, “Welcome to the Nekohanten, Saotome-San.”
Nodoka returned the bow and asked, “Is your great grandmother here? I’d like to talk to both of you.”
They all heard the thumping sound of the elderly Amazon leader pogoing in on her stick. “Did I hear that you wanted to speak to me?”
“That is correct, Elder Kho-lon. I have a request to make. It is not a terribly difficult one.”
“Really.”
The Saotome matriarch explained about her newly rebuilt house and her wish to spend some quality time with her son. She went on, “My getting to know my son would go better if we could spend that time without a lot of distractions.”
The tiny old woman nodded in understanding. “I see. You feel that Shampoo coming to visit or to bring ramen would constitute a distraction. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” the Saotome matriarch agreed. “I know that Shampoo knows where I live. I’m asking that for one month she refrain from visiting my house and from doing all the other things that she does to my son. I’ll never understand how she believes crashing her bicycle into him is proper courtship behavior. If my son were not the martial artist he is he might have suffered serious injury by now.”
The old woman nodded, “I suppose you are right about that, but it is unlikely that Shampoo would be pursuing the boy otherwise. He would not have defeated her in battle if he were not a skilled martial artist.”
Nodoka pressed on. “While that may be true it is avoiding the issue. If it is any help, I’ve already spoken to Tendo Akane and Kuonji Ukyo and both have agreed to stay away for the month. It wouldn’t be like Shampoo was surrendering her claim to either of the others, just postponing it.”
The elder nodded. “Under those conditions I don’t think I have any objection. Shampoo are you willing to agree to stay away from son-in-law for a month?”
“Will crazy girl stay away?”
Nodoka looked confused. “Crazy girl?”
Ranma supplied, “She means Kuno Kodachi. Shampoo likes to make up descriptive nicknames for the people she knows. She calls Kasumi too-too nice girl.”
The auburn haired mother nodded again. “I will make the same request of her as well. I feel that it is not an unreasonable request.”
The purpled haired Amazon warrior thought about it. “If crazy girl agree, Shampoo will stay away too. You come back and tell Shampoo what Crazy girl say.”
The older Saotome agreed and they left the restaurant. Ranma commented, “I’m not looking forward to visiting the Kunos. Tatewaki wants to date my girl side and thinks my male side is an evil sorcerer. Kodachi wants to date my male side and kill my girl side.”
Nodoka said, “Hopefully, my presence will help to keep things calm.”
“I sure hope so.” He thought, “I wish I could feel as calm about this as Mom appears.”
When they got to the gate of the Kuno mansion Ranma pressed the button on the intercom mounted in the gatepost. They waited for a while with no response, so Ranma pressed the button again. He explained, “I’m not going in the gate without an escort. They have all kinds of traps all over the place and it’s dangerous. If I was by myself I’d go, but I don’t want to put you at risk.”
At that time a voice Ranma recognized as that of Sasuke, the ninja manservant, came from the speaker. “Greetings. May I ask who has come calling?”
“Sasuke, is that you?”
“Saotome?”
Ranma confirmed, “Yes, I’m here with my mother, Saotome Nodoka. We’d like to speak to Kodachi if she is at home right now.”
“Yes, she is home,” the ninja informed. “I’m sure she will be delighted to receive you. I’ll be out shortly to lead you in.”
“Thanks.” The speaker went silent.
A short while later a small man dressed in a dark outfit complete with a hood that covered all but his face came to the gate. The ninja bowed before opening the gate. “Mrs. Saotome, I believe this is your first time visiting here?”
Nodoka nodded.
“Welcome to the Kuno Mansion. Miss Kodachi is currently in the greenhouse tending her roses. Please follow me.”
The mother and son followed the ninja in silence. At one point the small man warned not to go out to the courtyard with the pool because of the alligator named Mr. Green Turtle.
Finally they arrived in the greenhouse where there were dozens of bushes bearing black roses. Kodachi herself was dressed in simple, sturdy clothes for her gardening. She said, “Ranma darling, Mother Saotome, how nice of you to come.”
Although Nodoka didn’t feel any more comfortable having this young woman call her “mother” than she did with Ukyo doing it, she decided not to make an issue of it at the moment. She was somewhat put off by the girl’s reputation for crazy behavior. Certainly she had been wild enough at the wedding.
Quickly Nodoka gave the general outline of the plan to move into the new house with Ranma and her request that all of Ranma’s suitors stay away.
“You want me to stay away from my Ranma darling?”
“It’s only for a month,” the older woman said in a pleading tone. “My husband took my son away for ten years. Until recently the only memories I had of him were as a little boy. I would like the month of the school break to properly get to know the man he’s grown into.”
Something of the emotions of the formerly abandoned mother must have communicated themselves to the unstable gymnast. Kodachi had been prepared to argue the point but simply said, “Your request is not unreasonable. I will leave the two of you to your privacy for the requested month.”
* * *
Ranma and his mother arrived at the Saotome home late on Friday afternoon. They had stopped on the way at Ucchan’s to pick up take-out dinner. The construction was complete, the painting done and furniture delivered, but the place was a mess. There were stacks of boxes everywhere. Some of the boxes were new merchandise that was purchased to replace things lost with the damaged old house and some were the personal belongings, clothing and such things that had been salvaged.
Nodoka needed help getting her new bed assembled. While she was putting on sheets and blankets, Ranma went to the guest room and set up the futon he would be using. While they were working at their various tasks Nodoka resolved that the next day they would have to go shopping to get some items to decorate the house along with some groceries. While she had salvaged her clothing and personal belongings, none of the food from the old kitchen had survived. She had salvaged some of the pots and pans, but the dishes had to be replaced.
The next morning after breakfast they went out shopping.
After the mother and son had visited several shops, they walked past the front of a curio shop. In the window was an assortment of knick knacks and various oddments. On an easel just behind the usual window display was a painting of a peaceful scene. The image depicted a small shrine in a forest.
Nodoka looked on that painting and felt it evoke a feeling of peace and serenity. The artistry was beautiful. She noticed the price tag and was pleased to see it was something she could afford. She called Ranma over.
The teenaged martial artist stepped up and looked in the window. He was stoic in his acceptance of his role in this shopping expedition. That was the role of pack mule. He was already carrying several bags and he reflected that they hadn’t even started looking at food for dinner yet. He suppressed the urge to sigh.
“Yeah Mom, What did you want me to look at?”
“Ranma, look at that painting,” Nodoka urged. “Don’t you think that it would look great on the wall in the dining room?”
He looked at the painting through the window and agreed that it was a pretty picture. It was a quiet scene and he had come to value quiet times when he could get them. Finally he said, “Yeah, it looks good.”
Nodoka happily opened the shop door and was greeted by the sound of a bell that announced her entrance. The shopkeeper looked up from his position near the cash register and waved at the new customers. “Welcome to my shop. How can I help you?”
Nodoka said, “I am interested in that painting you have in the window. I find that it awakens in me a feeling of serenity and peace. I think it would look wonderful in the dining room of my new house.”
“An excellent choice,” approved the shopkeeper. “If you are interested I have a little sheet that gives some of the history of the painting. Sometimes between customers I do research on the internet on some of the pieces in my shop.”
He paused, “You are moving into a new home? You might find some of the other items in my shop will help to decorate it.”
Nodoka paused then, not sure why she was telling this to a stranger, “My old house was damaged in an… accident. The insurance company said that repairing the old house and bringing it up to meet the current building codes would cost more than just building a new house on the old site.”
The shopkeeper nodded. “A new house in the same location as the old one? I see. Did you salvage much from the old house?”
She answered, “I saved a few pieces of furniture, most of my clothes and my personal belongings. I was able to salvage some things like pots and pans from the kitchen, but had to get new dishes.”
The shopkeeper started looking back and forth between the woman and the boy and after a moment commented. “I can see a definite family resemblance between the two of you. Is he, perhaps, your brother?”
Nodoka laughed. “Oh, you flatterer! No, he’s my son.”
An expression of astonishment was evident on the shopkeeper’s face. “Surely not. How could a woman as young as you have a son this age?”
She smiled and colored slightly at the compliment. “I was rather young when he was born, but not that young.”
The old man smiled and said, “If you say so.” He returned to his effort to sell the painting. “There is a story that a martial arts master sometimes used that painting as a focus for his meditations.”
Ranma’s face took on speculative expression.
Nodoka smiled happily. “I think it will be just the right feeling to have in that room.” She paused and sighed.
Noting the expression, the shopkeeper asked, “Does something trouble you?”
The mother replied, “It’s an odd coincidence you mention how a martial arts master used the painting. My son is a martial artist. His father took him away on a ten-year training trip. I missed most of his childhood. I am taking the current school break to try and get to know him again after all of that time.”
The shopkeeper again looked back and forth between the mother and son. Among other things he was something of an old pervert and seeing the lovely, young looking mother and the handsome, athletic looking son was giving him an idea. He said, “Could you wait here for a moment.” He rushed into the back and returned shortly with a lacquered box of a dark wood.
The old man set the box down next to the cash register then went off to the front where he fetched the painting from the easel. He set the framed picture on the floor in front the counter on which the cash register sat. He said, “I’ll tell you what. For such a lovely lady as yourself I make this offer. If you agree to purchase this painting at the price on the tag I will throw in the box and its contents as a housewarming gift, no extra charge.”
Nodoka opened the lid of the box and looked at the object contained within. It was a carving in some kind of bluish green stone. It was about the height of two average fists. Something about the carving was compelling and the woman had trouble taking her eyes off it.
Considering the craftsmanship and artistry of the piece maybe it was more accurate to call it a sculpture than a carving. Rendered in exquisite detail were two figures. One was the figure of a nude woman who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties while the other was the nude figure of a male who looked to be a teen or possibly preteen boy. The two figures were in an embrace.
The figures were rendered in exacting detail. The nipples on the woman’s breasts were plainly visible. So beautiful and tastefully done was the piece that it was erotic without being pornographic.
Nodoka thought to herself that she wasn’t sure the subject matter of the carving was appropriate to put on display in her home. Yet there was something about the piece that caught and held her attention. She glanced up and looked at Ranma and was struck by a thought on how handsome and manly he looked. While it was certainly true, she wondered what had made her think about it right at that moment.
The mother looked over to the shopkeeper and asked, “Do you know anything of the history of this piece?”
The old man paused a moment as if considering how to phrase it. After a time he finally said, “It is said that this carving can bring joy into people’s lives if fate decrees that it be so.”
Intrigued, Nodoka asked, “What if fate doesn’t decree it?”
The shopkeeper shrugged. “Then nothing happens other than you have something of beauty to grace your home. If the stories are true something wonderful will happen within a month of you displaying this in your home. Oh, that’s right, you must display it. It won’t work if you leave it in the box.”
Nodoka stared at the carving a while longer before saying, “While I’m not completely comfortable with the subject this depicts, it is such a beautiful piece that I don’t think I can reject it even then. The fact that you are so generously offering it for free makes it something I can’t refuse. I’ll take it.”
The shopkeeper rang up the purchase of the painting. He then put the painting into a bag to protect it. Ranma picked up the bag with the painting and did a little juggling to get it settled with the other bags he was already carrying. The wooden box he held in his hands.
As the two left the shop the old man said, “I wish you well in getting to know your son again.” He smirked to himself. If the stories about that carving were true, by the end of her month with her son, she would know him intimately.
Nodoka looked at how burdened Ranma was getting and decided to take pity on the poor boy. She promised him they would get groceries for dinner and head home. They did stop to grab a quick bite to eat for lunch before taking their purchases home.
When they got back to Nodoka’s house she took the carving of the two nude figures from its box and put it on a shelf in her bedroom. Somehow it seemed an appropriate place given the theme of the carving.
That afternoon she put Ranma to work. Although her furniture had been delivered she was not happy with where the delivery people had put things. She had the teenager moving things around to places that fit better with her own sense of aesthetics.
They also needed to unpack boxes that held the things salvaged from the old house. It was a busy afternoon. One of the last chores for the day was for Ranma to pound in a nail to hang the painting they had picked up that morning. While Ranma had been working on that Nodoka had started dinner. She eyed the painting critically and advised her son to raise one side to make it look more even.
Finally she was satisfied and Ranma stepped down from the chair he had been standing on. On a sudden impulse Nodoka threw her arms around her son to give him a hug. She exclaimed, “Thank you, Ranma. I am so glad to have you here this month.”
At first flustered at being on the receiving end of such an affectionate gesture from his mother, Ranma put his arms around his mother and returned the hug. It actually felt pleasant to get hugged this way. It was certainly a lot nicer than being hit with a mallet and the feeling was definitely different than a glomp from Shampoo.
After a moment Nodoka seemed to shake herself out a reverie and said, “I have to get back to cooking.”
Ranma offered, “Do you need any help?”
Nodoka paused, “I’m not sure that would be a very manly thing to do.”
The pigtailed martial artist countered, “Some of the best chefs in the world are men. When Pops and I were on the road I did all the cooking because he was too lazy to do any himself.”
Why didn’t it surprise her to learn that Genma had dumped the housekeeping chores onto his son?
Ranma did want to spend time with his mother. He decided to try a different approach. “Look Mom, if it would make you feel more comfortable about it, I could change to a girl first.”
Nodoka stopped still as she considered this. She had been making such a fuss over the whole manliness issue and thanks to a magic curse her manly son was also her lovely daughter. Perhaps she should loosen up about the curse. It wasn’t like it was her son’s fault. Maybe she should also be trying to build a relationship with her daughter as well as her son.
Finally she answered the question, “Since you are cursed to change into a girl part of the time maybe it would be appropriate for you to change into that form to help with the cooking. It may be that this month I need to get to know my daughter better as well as my son.”
Ranma paused a moment as well. “Your daughter…”
He walked into the kitchen and took a glass from the cupboard. After getting water from the sink and pouring it over his head she said, “I guess maybe I am your daughter too. I’ve kinda been fighting the idea. After the thing with the cask of Naniichuan water at the wedding didn’t work out I guess I should just get used to it.”
“From what Elder Kho-Lon told me afterward you may be ‘stuck with it’ for a long time. If that is the case perhaps you should do more than ‘get used to it’.”
The red haired girl looked apprehensive as she asked, “What d’you mean ‘more’?”
Nodoka studied her daughter’s face for a while. Finally she said, “I know the idea seems to enrage your father but I wonder. Since you are cursed to be female some of the time maybe you should embrace your femininity.”
“Do I even have any femininity to embrace?” She thought. “Uh, why would I want to do that? I’m a guy.”
She gazed at her daughter for a while and reflected on what a beautiful young woman she was. In many ways she looked like Nodoka herself at that age. Ranma’s female form was even more beautiful than Nodoka had been. Perhaps it would have been easier to cope with if her female form had been plain or even ugly. As things stood, being so attractive as a female and receiving male attention had to be sending messages that her male mind didn’t know how to handle.
This was a situation that could cause her child to have emotional problems. Getting Ranma to embrace her female feelings was the only thing Nodoka could think of that might help. Before taking any action it would be best to try and get Ranma to talk about his/her feelings to get a better idea of where her child stood.
She thought back to a conversation she had had with Elder Cologne just after the failed wedding. The tiny woman had told her, “I can tease and torment son-in-law but I can’t do that to his mother. Having been a mother myself, I understand your feelings all too well.”
The elder went on, “The chance of Ranma getting a cure to the curse is very poor, almost non-existent.”
Nodoka had pointed out, “But he’s been so close.”
Cologne explained, “The curse is not a living thing but behaves like it is. The curse doesn’t want to be cured and will work to prevent a cure. It doesn’t mind the victim being teased with a possible cure, but will never allow one to actually work. Something will always happen to prevent it.”
“Are you saying it’s hopeless?” Nodoka demanded.
The elder replied, “Nearly so. The chance of a successful cure is something like one in ten thousand or worse, maybe as bad as on in a million. Basically it’s possible but nothing to build a life on. He had better resign himself to changing gender for the rest of his life. If he tires of that, the only other option that is certain to work would be to get locked in female form. It is not what he desires, but many feel that to be one thing all the time is better than changing back and forth. It’s not much of a choice for those cursed to turn into animals, but for Ranma to be locked might be preferable. He should give it some thought.”
That was for later. For now it was time to get back to work on the cooking. From the time Ranma had masqueraded as “Tendo Ranko” she knew her child had an aptitude for cooking. That was pretty clear when they got working together. The meal that resulted was delicious.
End of Chapter 1
Author’s Note: Ok, this chapter was setup for the sex that will come in Chapter 2. The way I feel about writing I can’t just have characters jumping into bed together if they wouldn’t normally do that. There has to be some explanation. It has to make sense.
With my previous lemon fic that I posted I never intended to write more than just the first chapter. The only reason it was expanded to a longer story was that people gave favorable reviews (hint). On this story I don’t plan more than two chapters, but I am considering them. What I have written so far was an idea I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it down. Whether or not I write a third chapter or more depends on how well people react to these first two chapters.
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
I'm the Mother and the Father - Chapter 2
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.
Chapter 2
Explanations and Complications
Standing in Nabiki’s bedroom, Ranma was crying on the older girl’s shoulder. Nabiki wasn't accustomed to comforting people, but she remembered things done for her in the past. She spoke soothing words, rubbed Ranma's back and stroked her hair. It seemed that what she was doing worked because eventually the tears stopped. It wasn’t much longer before Ranma relaxed the grip she had on Nabiki.
Ranma grabbed a tissue from the nightstand beside Nabiki's bed and used it to wipe the wetness from her eyes and the tear tracks from her face. After blowing her nose she tossed the tissue into the trashcan. She regained her composure with effort. “I'm sorry Nabiki. Dr. Tofu warned me I might get like that. I've got an excess of female hormones right now and with all the uncertainty of my situation right now, it's kind of overwhelming. From what the Dr. said, I could get weepy and emotional at almost any time.”
Nabiki patted her back. “That’s Ok, Ranma. I understand.”
Ranma took several deep breaths to assure she was calm. After a glance at the clock on Nabiki's desk, she said, “Let's go see if Kasumi has anything ready for lunch. I have to go out again in about an hour.”
Nabiki raised an eyebrow in inquiry. “Where are you going?”
The redhead explained, “I have to get that DNA test I told you about. I've got to go to a women's clinic where they'll take the sample.”
Giving in to her guilt, Nabiki asked, “Did… you want me to come with you?”
Ranma's eyes widened in surprise at the offer. “I thought you didn't like dealing with emotional situations like this.”
Nabiki's expression was contrite. “Just because I play the part of the Ice Queen, doesn't mean I don't have emotions. I'm just really good at hiding them. I want to go with you to your appointment because I do feel responsible. Like it or not, you made me realize that I’m already involved.”
Ranma sighed then said quietly, “Thank you.” She paused and more brightly, “Let's get something to eat. If we don't eat now we won't have time before my appointment.”
Nabiki took a close look at Ranma's face. “Your eyes are red from crying.”
The redhead replied, “Not much I can do about it now. I'll just have to hope nobody notices. It's a pretty safe bet that neither of our dads will.”
The brown haired girl snorted. Neither man was known for sensitivity. She said, “That's for sure.”
They left Nabiki's room and headed down the stairs. Before they could get to the kitchen, Akane called out to Ranma.
The black haired girl put a hand on Ranma's shoulder. She took a hard look at the shorter girl's face. She could see the reddened eyes from crying but didn't comment on it. Maybe he wasn’t doing anything perverted. Maybe he’d had a problem he’d been trying to get Nabiki to help with. It was certain that the macho boy wouldn’t admit to Akane that he had a weakness. The youngest Tendo did ask, “Are you Ok? You aren't sick are you?”
Ranma decided that a partial truth would be better than an outright like. She said, “I… don't know for sure. Gotta wait for the results of the blood and other tests. Dr. Tofu also has me scheduled for a test this afternoon. I'm going to be heading out right after lunch.”
Akane paled at that. Even if her fiancé were a pervert she wouldn’t wish anything fatal on him. The fact that another medical test had to be done didn’t bode well. “Did… did he said what he thought might be wrong?”
Ranma shook her head. “He said he wanted cover all bases and to make sure.”
The black haired girl growled, “That's worse than just saying, `I think you might have cancer,' or something. This way you can imagine all kinds of horrible things.”
Ranma just said, “Yeah, I know.” Her tone clearly carried the message, “Thanks for reminding me.”
Akane cringed a bit at that. She asked, “Do you need someone to go with you?”
“Thanks Akane, but Nabiki already offered.”
Akane thought of something sarcastic to say but decided to keep it to herself. Instead she just said, “OK,” and gave Ranma a little squeeze on the shoulder.
Ranma and Nabiki found that Kasumi and Nodoka had left to do something together. Being left to fend for themselves, the two girls rummaged around in the refrigerator and finally found some leftovers that could be made into sandwiches. They ate quickly and left.
As they walked to the bus stop Ranma said, “Akane could tell I was crying. She knows something's up or she wouldn't have asked if I was sick. I don't like lying to her but I didn't know what else to do. If she finds out what you and I did, I'm gonna to get smashed into orbit with mallet-sama. I mean how much can I tell her?”
Nabiki had been thinking about this very question. She suggested, “It should be safe enough to say that I walked in on you and splashed you.”
Ranma shook her head. “How can we tell her about that without telling her what I was doing when you splashed me. I was thinking about Akane when I was doing that. She'll call me a pervert again and bash me, just like she always does.”
Nabiki surprised herself by growling angrily, “She'd better not hit a pregnant woman. She'd especially better not hit a pregnant woman who is my lover.”
“Nabiki?” The tone was surprised. She thought to herself, “She really does care about me.”
Now that they were talking about the subject of Akane and Mallet-Sama, there was something Nabiki desperately wanted to know. “I've never understood why you let her hit you all the time. You're supposed to be the greatest martial artist of your generation. You should be able to dodge the mallet or take it away from her.”
At this, Ranma shrugged. She didn’t think Nabiki would have understood this. “The mallet is made of chi. If I took it away from her, she'd could just make another one. If I dodged it, she might hit you or Kasumi or someone else.”
This wasn’t something Nabiki had thought of. “You mean you've been letting Akane bash you to protect the rest of us… from Akane?”
“Well… yeah, of course.” She would have thought this would be obvious for the very reasons Nabiki had stated. “You don't think I'd stand still for that because I like being hit do you?”
That was what it had started to look like. Nabiki said, “I have to confess there were times I wondered.”
In a firm tone Ranma said, “Well, I don't like it. It seems to be getting worse too. I don't know how much longer I can take it.”
Nabiki digested that. She hadn’t known that Ranma was running out of patience with her fiancé, but it made sense. “Ranma, maybe you two need to talk to a counselor or something. I know that people who love each other can sometimes fight and make up later. But I'm pretty sure that those kinds of fights are just arguing and maybe yelling. It is not normal for a girl to beat the man she loves with a mallet.”
Ranma considered that and commented, “We usually seem to miss that ‘make up later’ part. Maybe a counselor would be a good idea, or even a shrink.”
Nabiki paused a moment. “Maybe when you're looking for a counselor you might also sign Akane up for some anger management classes.”
With a snort, Ranma asked, “D'ya think it would help?”
The older girl shrugged. “It couldn't hurt.”
They broke off their conversation because they had arrived at the bus stop and there were other people waiting. They weren't ready to share Ranma's problems with the rest of the world yet.
They spent the bus ride in silence. When they got to their stop it was a walk of about a block to get to the women's clinic.
Inside the clinic Ranma walked up to the reception desk and told the woman there, “I'm Saotome Ranma. Dr. Ono Tofu set up an appointment for me to be tested.”
The receptionist checked her computer. “Oh, yes. Your appointment is at 2:00. You are a little early, but that's not a problem.”
She handed Ranma a clipboard with several sheets of paper and a pen under the clip. “Alright, Miss Saotome, you can take those papers to the waiting room and fill them out there. If you finish before your name is called just hold onto them and give them to the nurse who calls your name. Will this other young lady be waiting with you?”
Ranma nodded. She didn't bother trying to correct the mistaken impression about the name, it saved a lot of argument. The receptionist pointed and said, “The waiting room is through those doors.”
The two girls went into the waiting room and seated themselves on a couch. Ranma started filling out the forms she'd been given. It was after she finished with the name, address and other standard info that she came questions about medical history. She needed help.
Nabiki had started to read one of the old magazines from the table in front of the couch when Ranma tapped her shoulder. Ranma leaned close and whispered in her ear, “These questions are for a girl. I don't know how to answer them. Help me, please.”
Nabiki leaned close so she could whisper to Ranma. She then proceeded to point out questions on the page and tell what answers the redhead should give. Most of it was “Check the `Yes' or `No' box for this or that question.”
Finally they finished and Ranma signed and dated the last form. She commented, “Man, they're nosy.”
Nabiki reasonably pointed out, “They can't keep you healthy if the don't know what condition you're in. We only left out anything about your curse. For this, they don't need to know that you can change.”
Any further conversation was cut off when a woman in a nurse's uniform called out the name “Saotome Ranma.” She was standing in a doorway that led farther into the clinic.
Ranma handed the clipboard to the nurse who looked over it before leading her into the hallway. Ranma submitted to being weighed and having her height measured. Her temperature was taken as well as her blood pressure. She had to answer more questions while a woman checked boxes on a form and jotted additional notes.
Finally she had to change out of her clothing into one of those gowns that tie in the back. She was getting to feel really nervous now and embraced the soul of ice to keep her emotions under control.
As the actual procedure was taking place, she tried as much as she could to ignore the sensations of a probe being inserted into her vagina. She told the technicians that she would be using a meditation technique to separate her mind from her body. While they felt a bit skeptical, this girl was from Nerima after all and some of the martial artists in that town could do things like this girl described.
It seemed like a timeless time later that a voice called to her. “Miss Saotome… Miss Saotome. We're done. That was quite a demonstration of mental control you just gave us.”
When Ranma looked she saw a short woman in a lab coat. The woman had brown hair streaked with a few strands of gray and wasn’t much taller than Ranma herself. The nametag pinned to the white coat proclaimed her to be Dr. Hinagami.
“Uh, thanks. I didn't really want to think about what was happening to my body, so I sort of separated my mind from it. I guess it worked because I don't really remember any of what you did.”
The doctor nodded in recognition of the feat, then said, “On the forms you filled out you requested that we phone the results of this test to Dr. Ono Tofu, is that correct?”
Ranma confirmed, “Yes. He's been the family doctor for a while.”
That was somewhat irregular, but not that unusual. Still, she asked, “Are you sure you wouldn't prefer getting the results from a woman?”
“No, that's OK. I trust him.”
The doctor shrugged, “As you wish.”
After getting dressed again, Ranma rejoined Nabiki in the waiting room. “I hope you weren't bored to death waiting for me.”
Nabiki held up a cell phone and replied, “I was able to do some business while I was waiting. How was the test?”
Ranma explained, “I used a meditation technique to separate my mind from my body. I don't really remember anything of what my body felt.”
Nabiki had to smile at that. “Something like that would have come in handy for me a few times. You'll have to teach it to me.”
“Sure. We can talk about it more when we get home.”
The ride on the bus was spent with Ranma apparently brooding. When they got off the bus and started walking back to the dojo, Nabiki tried to engage Ranma in conversation. She tried small talk about school, the latest idiocy committed by Kuno, some juicy gossip she'd heard. Ranma made polite sounds of acknowledgement but Nabiki could tell the red haired girl wasn't really listening.
Nabiki finally gave up on the conversation. The silence was broken by the sound of a bicycle bell. Fortunately Ranma heard that and dodged out of the way in time to avoid Shampoo crashing her bike down on her head. That still didn't prevent the purple haired Amazon from jumping off the bike and glomping the redhead.
“Oh, Airen, you take Shampoo on date?”
Shampoo expected Ranma to struggle; that was part of what made it fun. But she had not expected the force with which the redhead tried to extricate herself. Finally Ranma pushed Shampoo’s shoulders hard enough that the purple haired girl fell on her butt.
Ranma stood with her hands out and an expression of near panic on her face. “No Shampoo! No! I can't date you! I… I… I can't deal with you at all right now.” With that the girl with the pigtail turned and ran away as fast as she could.
The Chinese girl looked shocked. “Airen? What wrong?” All that could be seen of Ranma was her retreating back. No answer came to the question.
The Amazon girl got back to her feet and turned to Nabiki. Her demeanor stern and commanding, she demanded, “You, mercenary girl. What happen to Airen? Why he run away like that?”
Nabiki debated with herself for a moment, then decided to give an edited portion of the truth. “Ranma's… got some problems. His curse is locked and he's not handling it very well. He's also got a medical problem. We just came from a doctor where he was getting tests.”
“Airen sick? Curse locked too?” Shampoo considered that. “Shampoo know Airen have much pride but he should come talk to Great Grandmother. She know more about curse than anyone in Japan. Maybe can help with sickness too. What kind of sickness is it?”
Oh! What to tell her? She should have anticipated the need to have a story prepared. She normally had more presence of mind than this. She said the only thing that came to mind, “It's… a female problem.”
“Aiyah! Then Airen must come see Great Grandmother. She know more about woman problems that stupid doctors. She know 3000 years herbal and acupressure treatments for women. Besides if herbal treatment not work then unlock curse should cure.”
Nibiki sighed. “I'll talk to him. It is his decision after all.”
Shampoo nodded. Her expression turned stubborn as she said, “Shampoo give two days. If Airen not come see great Grandmother by then, Shampoo bring him.”
“Oh great,” thought Nabiki sarcastically. “Like I said, I'll talk to him. I can't promise anything. You know how hard it is to make Ranma do something he doesn't want to do.”
The Amazon wasn’t having it. “If Shampoo have to, will knock Airen out and carry him.” With that the Chinese girl hopped back on her bike and rode off.
“This isn't going to improve Ranma's mood,” thought Nabiki. “Still, talking to Cologne might be a good idea.”
At the Tendo dojo Ranma arrived out of breath. She stood in the living room panting. This must be more of those emotional problems from being pregnant, she thought. Certainly the meeting with Shampoo didn't warrant the kind of panic she had been feeling.
“Ranma,” a voice spoke from behind her. The red haired girl almost literally jumped in the air as she turned to face the speaker, her heart hammering in her chest. She found that her mother had returned from wherever it was she had gone with Kasumi earlier.
To the auburn haired mother her child’s distress was obvious. “Ranma, I'm worried. I can tell there is something more troubling you than just your curse being locked. Please tell me what it is.”
The redhead tried to calm herself. Maybe a delaying tactic would be the ticket until she could think of the right way to handle this. “Mom! You're right that there is more than just the lock on the curse that's bothering me. But I'm still finding out about it. It's nothing against you but I really don't want to talk about it until I have all the facts.”
Nodoka sighed. “I suppose I can respect that. Please promise me you'll come talk to me when you find out what you need to.” She placed a hand on Ranma's cheek and said, “You're my only child and I worry about you.”
“I promise mom.”
Noticing that Ranma had arrived alone, Nodoka asked, “Where's Nabiki? I thought she went with you.”
Before Ranma could answer they could hear Nabiki call out from the genkan, “Tadaima.”
“O-kaeri” called Ranma and Nodoka in unison.
“Oh, you're back, Auntie Nodoka.”
The auburn haired mother thought for a moment that this was what she had planned to say. Nodoka commented, “I was just wondering why Ranma arrived alone when I'd heard that she had left with you.”
Nibiki thought for a moment on how to phrase this. “We ran into Shampoo. She wanted to talk to me and Ranma ran on ahead.” There, all true even if did give the wrong impression.
“I see,” said Nodoka. She wondered, “Ranma seems to spending a lot of time with Nabiki these last couple of days. I wonder what’s up with them.”
As the two girls moved away from Nodoka, Nabiki whispered to the shorter girl, “What Shampoo said affects you. Let's go to my room and talk about it.”
As soon as the door of Nabiki's room closed behind them Ranma felt herself enfolded in a gentle embrace. The first thought through her mind was, “What the hell?” But the hug felt extremely comforting and she relaxed into it and hugged back. After a time of just standing like that, Nabiki loosened her grip and planted a kiss on Ranma's forehead.
Ranma sat on the desk chair and said, “Not that I mind, but what was that for?”
Nabiki replied seriously, “You really looked like you needed a hug. You're hiding it as best you can, but I can tell you're scared. After all you ran away in a panic earlier… from Shampoo. Something about this situation is bringing out my protective, nurturing side.”
“Nabiki has a nurturing side? I wouldn’t have believed it before.” Wisely, she kept that opinion to himself. “What did Shampoo say?”
Nabiki looked contrite. “I was trying to put her off. I told her an edited portion of the truth. It didn't turn out the way I hoped.” She related the conversation to the red haired girl.
Ranma summed it up, “So if I don't go see the old ghoul on my own two feet, Shampoo's going to knock me out and carry me there.”
The brunette agreed, “That's pretty much it.”
After a moment’s thought, Ranma said, “Well, I'm not happy about the threat of her knocking me out, but talking to the old ghoul might be a good idea. I doubt she can do anything to get me out of this situation, but she might at least be able to give me a better perspective on it. Maybe she could tell me something that would help me cope with it better. Kami-sama knows I'm not coping too good right now.”
Nabiki couldn't let that go unchallenged. “Ranma, if it was me in this situation I would probably curl up in ball and never leave my room. My mind would shut down.”
She went on, “You've got to be one of the bravest people I know. I can tell you're scared and confused, but at least you are still functioning. You are still trying to find an answer. For somebody in an impossible situation, I'd say you're coping about as well as anyone could.”
Ranma got up from the chair and went over to Nabiki on the bed. The red haired girl hugged the brown haired one again. “Thanks Nabiki, that means a lot to me.”
It would be an understatement to say that the atmosphere at the Tendo home was strained at dinner. During the meal if Ranma responded to conversation at all it was in monosyllables or with the phrase, “I don't wanna talk about it.”
Genma tried to get Ranma to spar but was told, “Dr Tofu said that I can exercise and do katas, but no sparring or fighting. I'm to avoid getting kicked or punched as much as possible.”
The bald martial artist demanded, “Are you slacking off, boy?”
In a tired tone Ranma just told her father, “Call his office yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Akane simmered. She was sure that some perverted thing Ranma had done was now coming back to haunt him. The only problem was that she didn't know what specifically to be angry about. She even tried baiting Ranma by saying things that would usually result in an insult from her fiancé. As with the conversation at the dinner table, Ranma answered with a grunt or silence or, “I don't wanna talk about it.”
That evening most of the people in the house went to bed in an agitated frame of mind. Nobody slept well.
The next morning Ranma was up early and out in the dojo doing katas. Any attempt to engage her in conversation was deflected with, “Not now - trying to train.”
Later that morning a call came into the clinic of Dr. Ono Tofu. He took the call and heard, “This is Dr Hinagami Michiko. Ono-Sensei, I want to talk to you about that Saotome girl you sent to me yesterday.”
It should be too soon to be hearing anything back on the DNA test. Cautiously he asked, “Ranma? Do you have the results of the test back already?”
“Yes,” was the terse reply.
“That was fast.”
The women’s specialist explained, “There was something in that girls demeanor that was setting off alarm signals in my head. I asked the lab people to put a rush on the analysis.”
Dr. Tofu was confused. “What do mean about her demeanor?”
Dr Hinigami amplified, “I've been at this too long not to recognize when a girl is trying to put up a brave front. The Saotome girl was good, one of the best I’ve seen, even to using a special meditation technique during the actual procedure. I could still see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified. She would not have been experiencing that level fear if her pregnancy was the result of a consensual relationship.”
Tofu shook his head. The other doctor seemed to be jumping to conclusions with insufficient information. He said, “That’s assuming a lot. You're basing that conclusion on what you perceived as fear in Ranma's eyes?”
Dr Hinigami replied, “If the girl hadn't been so insistent that you be the one to give her the test results I would be talking to her now, instead of you. I might also be calling the police.”
Now alarmed, Tofu asked, “What do you suspect?”
Dr. Hinagami replied, “The test results tell me that the father of her child is a close family member, probably a brother or maybe her father. That, plus the fear in the girl's eyes tells me this pregnancy is likely the result of an incestuous rape or the end result of long term sexual abuse by a family member. What do you know of her home situation?”
Dr Tofu had a small struggle to keep his agitation from showing in his voice. “Michiko, I know that one girl's case from five years ago still haunts you. That doesn't mean that Ranma's case is in any way similar.”
The women’s specialist retorted angrily, “You're damn right that case haunts me. An 18 year old boy was keeping his 13 year old sister as a sex slave and had been doing it for two years. The only reason he was caught was because he got careless and the girl got pregnant. If that hadn't happened there's no knowing how long it might have continued.”
Tofu repeated, “Ranma's case is not similar. I promised her that I would keep the details confidential. Her situation is very complicated and needs to be handled with great delicacy. Even you will have to admit your approach to suspected incest rape and abuse cases is pretty heavy handed.”
“Humph. It’s true that I have been accused of that before. Very well, for now I will let you handle this your way. I want you to keep me advised on how this turns out.”
“I'll do that.” He hung up. This could be a real problem.
Author's note: In these politically correct times I felt I should include this: To any women who have ever been pregnant, are pregnant now or might become pregnant in the future. My writing in this fanfic is not intended to depict how I think real pregnant women behave, only how I think a pregnant Ranma might behave. However and to cover all bases, if anyone reading this is a man afflicted with a curse that causes you to occasionally turn into a woman, I sincerely apologize if I have offended you. I also give you permission to beat me with a (foam rubber) mallet. (I'm not a complete idiot.)
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.
Chapter 2
Explanations and Complications
Standing in Nabiki’s bedroom, Ranma was crying on the older girl’s shoulder. Nabiki wasn't accustomed to comforting people, but she remembered things done for her in the past. She spoke soothing words, rubbed Ranma's back and stroked her hair. It seemed that what she was doing worked because eventually the tears stopped. It wasn’t much longer before Ranma relaxed the grip she had on Nabiki.
Ranma grabbed a tissue from the nightstand beside Nabiki's bed and used it to wipe the wetness from her eyes and the tear tracks from her face. After blowing her nose she tossed the tissue into the trashcan. She regained her composure with effort. “I'm sorry Nabiki. Dr. Tofu warned me I might get like that. I've got an excess of female hormones right now and with all the uncertainty of my situation right now, it's kind of overwhelming. From what the Dr. said, I could get weepy and emotional at almost any time.”
Nabiki patted her back. “That’s Ok, Ranma. I understand.”
Ranma took several deep breaths to assure she was calm. After a glance at the clock on Nabiki's desk, she said, “Let's go see if Kasumi has anything ready for lunch. I have to go out again in about an hour.”
Nabiki raised an eyebrow in inquiry. “Where are you going?”
The redhead explained, “I have to get that DNA test I told you about. I've got to go to a women's clinic where they'll take the sample.”
Giving in to her guilt, Nabiki asked, “Did… you want me to come with you?”
Ranma's eyes widened in surprise at the offer. “I thought you didn't like dealing with emotional situations like this.”
Nabiki's expression was contrite. “Just because I play the part of the Ice Queen, doesn't mean I don't have emotions. I'm just really good at hiding them. I want to go with you to your appointment because I do feel responsible. Like it or not, you made me realize that I’m already involved.”
Ranma sighed then said quietly, “Thank you.” She paused and more brightly, “Let's get something to eat. If we don't eat now we won't have time before my appointment.”
Nabiki took a close look at Ranma's face. “Your eyes are red from crying.”
The redhead replied, “Not much I can do about it now. I'll just have to hope nobody notices. It's a pretty safe bet that neither of our dads will.”
The brown haired girl snorted. Neither man was known for sensitivity. She said, “That's for sure.”
They left Nabiki's room and headed down the stairs. Before they could get to the kitchen, Akane called out to Ranma.
The black haired girl put a hand on Ranma's shoulder. She took a hard look at the shorter girl's face. She could see the reddened eyes from crying but didn't comment on it. Maybe he wasn’t doing anything perverted. Maybe he’d had a problem he’d been trying to get Nabiki to help with. It was certain that the macho boy wouldn’t admit to Akane that he had a weakness. The youngest Tendo did ask, “Are you Ok? You aren't sick are you?”
Ranma decided that a partial truth would be better than an outright like. She said, “I… don't know for sure. Gotta wait for the results of the blood and other tests. Dr. Tofu also has me scheduled for a test this afternoon. I'm going to be heading out right after lunch.”
Akane paled at that. Even if her fiancé were a pervert she wouldn’t wish anything fatal on him. The fact that another medical test had to be done didn’t bode well. “Did… did he said what he thought might be wrong?”
Ranma shook her head. “He said he wanted cover all bases and to make sure.”
The black haired girl growled, “That's worse than just saying, `I think you might have cancer,' or something. This way you can imagine all kinds of horrible things.”
Ranma just said, “Yeah, I know.” Her tone clearly carried the message, “Thanks for reminding me.”
Akane cringed a bit at that. She asked, “Do you need someone to go with you?”
“Thanks Akane, but Nabiki already offered.”
Akane thought of something sarcastic to say but decided to keep it to herself. Instead she just said, “OK,” and gave Ranma a little squeeze on the shoulder.
Ranma and Nabiki found that Kasumi and Nodoka had left to do something together. Being left to fend for themselves, the two girls rummaged around in the refrigerator and finally found some leftovers that could be made into sandwiches. They ate quickly and left.
As they walked to the bus stop Ranma said, “Akane could tell I was crying. She knows something's up or she wouldn't have asked if I was sick. I don't like lying to her but I didn't know what else to do. If she finds out what you and I did, I'm gonna to get smashed into orbit with mallet-sama. I mean how much can I tell her?”
Nabiki had been thinking about this very question. She suggested, “It should be safe enough to say that I walked in on you and splashed you.”
Ranma shook her head. “How can we tell her about that without telling her what I was doing when you splashed me. I was thinking about Akane when I was doing that. She'll call me a pervert again and bash me, just like she always does.”
Nabiki surprised herself by growling angrily, “She'd better not hit a pregnant woman. She'd especially better not hit a pregnant woman who is my lover.”
“Nabiki?” The tone was surprised. She thought to herself, “She really does care about me.”
Now that they were talking about the subject of Akane and Mallet-Sama, there was something Nabiki desperately wanted to know. “I've never understood why you let her hit you all the time. You're supposed to be the greatest martial artist of your generation. You should be able to dodge the mallet or take it away from her.”
At this, Ranma shrugged. She didn’t think Nabiki would have understood this. “The mallet is made of chi. If I took it away from her, she'd could just make another one. If I dodged it, she might hit you or Kasumi or someone else.”
This wasn’t something Nabiki had thought of. “You mean you've been letting Akane bash you to protect the rest of us… from Akane?”
“Well… yeah, of course.” She would have thought this would be obvious for the very reasons Nabiki had stated. “You don't think I'd stand still for that because I like being hit do you?”
That was what it had started to look like. Nabiki said, “I have to confess there were times I wondered.”
In a firm tone Ranma said, “Well, I don't like it. It seems to be getting worse too. I don't know how much longer I can take it.”
Nabiki digested that. She hadn’t known that Ranma was running out of patience with her fiancé, but it made sense. “Ranma, maybe you two need to talk to a counselor or something. I know that people who love each other can sometimes fight and make up later. But I'm pretty sure that those kinds of fights are just arguing and maybe yelling. It is not normal for a girl to beat the man she loves with a mallet.”
Ranma considered that and commented, “We usually seem to miss that ‘make up later’ part. Maybe a counselor would be a good idea, or even a shrink.”
Nabiki paused a moment. “Maybe when you're looking for a counselor you might also sign Akane up for some anger management classes.”
With a snort, Ranma asked, “D'ya think it would help?”
The older girl shrugged. “It couldn't hurt.”
They broke off their conversation because they had arrived at the bus stop and there were other people waiting. They weren't ready to share Ranma's problems with the rest of the world yet.
They spent the bus ride in silence. When they got to their stop it was a walk of about a block to get to the women's clinic.
Inside the clinic Ranma walked up to the reception desk and told the woman there, “I'm Saotome Ranma. Dr. Ono Tofu set up an appointment for me to be tested.”
The receptionist checked her computer. “Oh, yes. Your appointment is at 2:00. You are a little early, but that's not a problem.”
She handed Ranma a clipboard with several sheets of paper and a pen under the clip. “Alright, Miss Saotome, you can take those papers to the waiting room and fill them out there. If you finish before your name is called just hold onto them and give them to the nurse who calls your name. Will this other young lady be waiting with you?”
Ranma nodded. She didn't bother trying to correct the mistaken impression about the name, it saved a lot of argument. The receptionist pointed and said, “The waiting room is through those doors.”
The two girls went into the waiting room and seated themselves on a couch. Ranma started filling out the forms she'd been given. It was after she finished with the name, address and other standard info that she came questions about medical history. She needed help.
Nabiki had started to read one of the old magazines from the table in front of the couch when Ranma tapped her shoulder. Ranma leaned close and whispered in her ear, “These questions are for a girl. I don't know how to answer them. Help me, please.”
Nabiki leaned close so she could whisper to Ranma. She then proceeded to point out questions on the page and tell what answers the redhead should give. Most of it was “Check the `Yes' or `No' box for this or that question.”
Finally they finished and Ranma signed and dated the last form. She commented, “Man, they're nosy.”
Nabiki reasonably pointed out, “They can't keep you healthy if the don't know what condition you're in. We only left out anything about your curse. For this, they don't need to know that you can change.”
Any further conversation was cut off when a woman in a nurse's uniform called out the name “Saotome Ranma.” She was standing in a doorway that led farther into the clinic.
Ranma handed the clipboard to the nurse who looked over it before leading her into the hallway. Ranma submitted to being weighed and having her height measured. Her temperature was taken as well as her blood pressure. She had to answer more questions while a woman checked boxes on a form and jotted additional notes.
Finally she had to change out of her clothing into one of those gowns that tie in the back. She was getting to feel really nervous now and embraced the soul of ice to keep her emotions under control.
As the actual procedure was taking place, she tried as much as she could to ignore the sensations of a probe being inserted into her vagina. She told the technicians that she would be using a meditation technique to separate her mind from her body. While they felt a bit skeptical, this girl was from Nerima after all and some of the martial artists in that town could do things like this girl described.
It seemed like a timeless time later that a voice called to her. “Miss Saotome… Miss Saotome. We're done. That was quite a demonstration of mental control you just gave us.”
When Ranma looked she saw a short woman in a lab coat. The woman had brown hair streaked with a few strands of gray and wasn’t much taller than Ranma herself. The nametag pinned to the white coat proclaimed her to be Dr. Hinagami.
“Uh, thanks. I didn't really want to think about what was happening to my body, so I sort of separated my mind from it. I guess it worked because I don't really remember any of what you did.”
The doctor nodded in recognition of the feat, then said, “On the forms you filled out you requested that we phone the results of this test to Dr. Ono Tofu, is that correct?”
Ranma confirmed, “Yes. He's been the family doctor for a while.”
That was somewhat irregular, but not that unusual. Still, she asked, “Are you sure you wouldn't prefer getting the results from a woman?”
“No, that's OK. I trust him.”
The doctor shrugged, “As you wish.”
After getting dressed again, Ranma rejoined Nabiki in the waiting room. “I hope you weren't bored to death waiting for me.”
Nabiki held up a cell phone and replied, “I was able to do some business while I was waiting. How was the test?”
Ranma explained, “I used a meditation technique to separate my mind from my body. I don't really remember anything of what my body felt.”
Nabiki had to smile at that. “Something like that would have come in handy for me a few times. You'll have to teach it to me.”
“Sure. We can talk about it more when we get home.”
The ride on the bus was spent with Ranma apparently brooding. When they got off the bus and started walking back to the dojo, Nabiki tried to engage Ranma in conversation. She tried small talk about school, the latest idiocy committed by Kuno, some juicy gossip she'd heard. Ranma made polite sounds of acknowledgement but Nabiki could tell the red haired girl wasn't really listening.
Nabiki finally gave up on the conversation. The silence was broken by the sound of a bicycle bell. Fortunately Ranma heard that and dodged out of the way in time to avoid Shampoo crashing her bike down on her head. That still didn't prevent the purple haired Amazon from jumping off the bike and glomping the redhead.
“Oh, Airen, you take Shampoo on date?”
Shampoo expected Ranma to struggle; that was part of what made it fun. But she had not expected the force with which the redhead tried to extricate herself. Finally Ranma pushed Shampoo’s shoulders hard enough that the purple haired girl fell on her butt.
Ranma stood with her hands out and an expression of near panic on her face. “No Shampoo! No! I can't date you! I… I… I can't deal with you at all right now.” With that the girl with the pigtail turned and ran away as fast as she could.
The Chinese girl looked shocked. “Airen? What wrong?” All that could be seen of Ranma was her retreating back. No answer came to the question.
The Amazon girl got back to her feet and turned to Nabiki. Her demeanor stern and commanding, she demanded, “You, mercenary girl. What happen to Airen? Why he run away like that?”
Nabiki debated with herself for a moment, then decided to give an edited portion of the truth. “Ranma's… got some problems. His curse is locked and he's not handling it very well. He's also got a medical problem. We just came from a doctor where he was getting tests.”
“Airen sick? Curse locked too?” Shampoo considered that. “Shampoo know Airen have much pride but he should come talk to Great Grandmother. She know more about curse than anyone in Japan. Maybe can help with sickness too. What kind of sickness is it?”
Oh! What to tell her? She should have anticipated the need to have a story prepared. She normally had more presence of mind than this. She said the only thing that came to mind, “It's… a female problem.”
“Aiyah! Then Airen must come see Great Grandmother. She know more about woman problems that stupid doctors. She know 3000 years herbal and acupressure treatments for women. Besides if herbal treatment not work then unlock curse should cure.”
Nibiki sighed. “I'll talk to him. It is his decision after all.”
Shampoo nodded. Her expression turned stubborn as she said, “Shampoo give two days. If Airen not come see great Grandmother by then, Shampoo bring him.”
“Oh great,” thought Nabiki sarcastically. “Like I said, I'll talk to him. I can't promise anything. You know how hard it is to make Ranma do something he doesn't want to do.”
The Amazon wasn’t having it. “If Shampoo have to, will knock Airen out and carry him.” With that the Chinese girl hopped back on her bike and rode off.
“This isn't going to improve Ranma's mood,” thought Nabiki. “Still, talking to Cologne might be a good idea.”
At the Tendo dojo Ranma arrived out of breath. She stood in the living room panting. This must be more of those emotional problems from being pregnant, she thought. Certainly the meeting with Shampoo didn't warrant the kind of panic she had been feeling.
“Ranma,” a voice spoke from behind her. The red haired girl almost literally jumped in the air as she turned to face the speaker, her heart hammering in her chest. She found that her mother had returned from wherever it was she had gone with Kasumi earlier.
To the auburn haired mother her child’s distress was obvious. “Ranma, I'm worried. I can tell there is something more troubling you than just your curse being locked. Please tell me what it is.”
The redhead tried to calm herself. Maybe a delaying tactic would be the ticket until she could think of the right way to handle this. “Mom! You're right that there is more than just the lock on the curse that's bothering me. But I'm still finding out about it. It's nothing against you but I really don't want to talk about it until I have all the facts.”
Nodoka sighed. “I suppose I can respect that. Please promise me you'll come talk to me when you find out what you need to.” She placed a hand on Ranma's cheek and said, “You're my only child and I worry about you.”
“I promise mom.”
Noticing that Ranma had arrived alone, Nodoka asked, “Where's Nabiki? I thought she went with you.”
Before Ranma could answer they could hear Nabiki call out from the genkan, “Tadaima.”
“O-kaeri” called Ranma and Nodoka in unison.
“Oh, you're back, Auntie Nodoka.”
The auburn haired mother thought for a moment that this was what she had planned to say. Nodoka commented, “I was just wondering why Ranma arrived alone when I'd heard that she had left with you.”
Nibiki thought for a moment on how to phrase this. “We ran into Shampoo. She wanted to talk to me and Ranma ran on ahead.” There, all true even if did give the wrong impression.
“I see,” said Nodoka. She wondered, “Ranma seems to spending a lot of time with Nabiki these last couple of days. I wonder what’s up with them.”
As the two girls moved away from Nodoka, Nabiki whispered to the shorter girl, “What Shampoo said affects you. Let's go to my room and talk about it.”
As soon as the door of Nabiki's room closed behind them Ranma felt herself enfolded in a gentle embrace. The first thought through her mind was, “What the hell?” But the hug felt extremely comforting and she relaxed into it and hugged back. After a time of just standing like that, Nabiki loosened her grip and planted a kiss on Ranma's forehead.
Ranma sat on the desk chair and said, “Not that I mind, but what was that for?”
Nabiki replied seriously, “You really looked like you needed a hug. You're hiding it as best you can, but I can tell you're scared. After all you ran away in a panic earlier… from Shampoo. Something about this situation is bringing out my protective, nurturing side.”
“Nabiki has a nurturing side? I wouldn’t have believed it before.” Wisely, she kept that opinion to himself. “What did Shampoo say?”
Nabiki looked contrite. “I was trying to put her off. I told her an edited portion of the truth. It didn't turn out the way I hoped.” She related the conversation to the red haired girl.
Ranma summed it up, “So if I don't go see the old ghoul on my own two feet, Shampoo's going to knock me out and carry me there.”
The brunette agreed, “That's pretty much it.”
After a moment’s thought, Ranma said, “Well, I'm not happy about the threat of her knocking me out, but talking to the old ghoul might be a good idea. I doubt she can do anything to get me out of this situation, but she might at least be able to give me a better perspective on it. Maybe she could tell me something that would help me cope with it better. Kami-sama knows I'm not coping too good right now.”
Nabiki couldn't let that go unchallenged. “Ranma, if it was me in this situation I would probably curl up in ball and never leave my room. My mind would shut down.”
She went on, “You've got to be one of the bravest people I know. I can tell you're scared and confused, but at least you are still functioning. You are still trying to find an answer. For somebody in an impossible situation, I'd say you're coping about as well as anyone could.”
Ranma got up from the chair and went over to Nabiki on the bed. The red haired girl hugged the brown haired one again. “Thanks Nabiki, that means a lot to me.”
It would be an understatement to say that the atmosphere at the Tendo home was strained at dinner. During the meal if Ranma responded to conversation at all it was in monosyllables or with the phrase, “I don't wanna talk about it.”
Genma tried to get Ranma to spar but was told, “Dr Tofu said that I can exercise and do katas, but no sparring or fighting. I'm to avoid getting kicked or punched as much as possible.”
The bald martial artist demanded, “Are you slacking off, boy?”
In a tired tone Ranma just told her father, “Call his office yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Akane simmered. She was sure that some perverted thing Ranma had done was now coming back to haunt him. The only problem was that she didn't know what specifically to be angry about. She even tried baiting Ranma by saying things that would usually result in an insult from her fiancé. As with the conversation at the dinner table, Ranma answered with a grunt or silence or, “I don't wanna talk about it.”
That evening most of the people in the house went to bed in an agitated frame of mind. Nobody slept well.
The next morning Ranma was up early and out in the dojo doing katas. Any attempt to engage her in conversation was deflected with, “Not now - trying to train.”
Later that morning a call came into the clinic of Dr. Ono Tofu. He took the call and heard, “This is Dr Hinagami Michiko. Ono-Sensei, I want to talk to you about that Saotome girl you sent to me yesterday.”
It should be too soon to be hearing anything back on the DNA test. Cautiously he asked, “Ranma? Do you have the results of the test back already?”
“Yes,” was the terse reply.
“That was fast.”
The women’s specialist explained, “There was something in that girls demeanor that was setting off alarm signals in my head. I asked the lab people to put a rush on the analysis.”
Dr. Tofu was confused. “What do mean about her demeanor?”
Dr Hinigami amplified, “I've been at this too long not to recognize when a girl is trying to put up a brave front. The Saotome girl was good, one of the best I’ve seen, even to using a special meditation technique during the actual procedure. I could still see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified. She would not have been experiencing that level fear if her pregnancy was the result of a consensual relationship.”
Tofu shook his head. The other doctor seemed to be jumping to conclusions with insufficient information. He said, “That’s assuming a lot. You're basing that conclusion on what you perceived as fear in Ranma's eyes?”
Dr Hinigami replied, “If the girl hadn't been so insistent that you be the one to give her the test results I would be talking to her now, instead of you. I might also be calling the police.”
Now alarmed, Tofu asked, “What do you suspect?”
Dr. Hinagami replied, “The test results tell me that the father of her child is a close family member, probably a brother or maybe her father. That, plus the fear in the girl's eyes tells me this pregnancy is likely the result of an incestuous rape or the end result of long term sexual abuse by a family member. What do you know of her home situation?”
Dr Tofu had a small struggle to keep his agitation from showing in his voice. “Michiko, I know that one girl's case from five years ago still haunts you. That doesn't mean that Ranma's case is in any way similar.”
The women’s specialist retorted angrily, “You're damn right that case haunts me. An 18 year old boy was keeping his 13 year old sister as a sex slave and had been doing it for two years. The only reason he was caught was because he got careless and the girl got pregnant. If that hadn't happened there's no knowing how long it might have continued.”
Tofu repeated, “Ranma's case is not similar. I promised her that I would keep the details confidential. Her situation is very complicated and needs to be handled with great delicacy. Even you will have to admit your approach to suspected incest rape and abuse cases is pretty heavy handed.”
“Humph. It’s true that I have been accused of that before. Very well, for now I will let you handle this your way. I want you to keep me advised on how this turns out.”
“I'll do that.” He hung up. This could be a real problem.
Author's note: In these politically correct times I felt I should include this: To any women who have ever been pregnant, are pregnant now or might become pregnant in the future. My writing in this fanfic is not intended to depict how I think real pregnant women behave, only how I think a pregnant Ranma might behave. However and to cover all bases, if anyone reading this is a man afflicted with a curse that causes you to occasionally turn into a woman, I sincerely apologize if I have offended you. I also give you permission to beat me with a (foam rubber) mallet. (I'm not a complete idiot.)
Friday, April 30, 2010
Background for "Nodoka's Lessons"
Background for “Nodoka’s Lessons”
By Michael A. Ivins
I’ll be honest with you, when I started the story, Nodoka’s Lessons I had no motivation other than to have scenes where Ranma was having sex with his mother. What plot there was existed solely to set up and support the sex scenes. I invented the device of the magic Family Stone so it would give a plausible sounding reason why canon characters would act OOC.
I did have to take a few liberties. The idea that Genma never gave Ranma “the Talk” I felt was plausible. It was a bit more of a stretch to present the idea that Ranma never got any sex ed or family planning classes in school. By making him almost completely ignorant of sex it made it more plausible that a Nodoka with boosted libido and magically decreased inhibitions might decide that it was her job to not just tell Ranma about sex but to show him what it was all about.
However, if I just had the parts about Ranma learning about sex from his mother, it made for a really short story. I felt that it was too short, so I put in that, after experiencing dildos penetration during sexplay with her mother, Ranma became curious about what it would be like to have sex with a live man when she was in girl form. That led to Ranma having sex with Genma.
It was in the reviews I got from this, that I learned that Genma was not popular as a male sex partner for Ranma’s girl side. It was from the response to that chapter in the story that the serious story elements that led to a sequel were introduced.
By Ranma taking the Family Stone to the Tendo home to get Genma interested, it also worked on Soun and his daughters. That led to a scene with the Tendo girls having sex with their father and each other and later to a family orgy.
As Nodoka’s Lessons is written the story could be canon or AU. Nothing said in the story really defines it. There is the one statement sorcerer Satoshi says about getting a goddess angry at you that suggests a crossover with AMG, but you could just dismiss it as exaggeration on his/her part.
The sequel I wrote is “Sailor Goddess” and is a crossover of Ranma, AMG and Sailor Moon. I haven’t finished posting that on the story site yet. Before I start posting it on this blog, I want to see what comments I get on this article. Anyone who reads the story on mediaminer.org is welcome to post comments on the story here.
By Michael A. Ivins
I’ll be honest with you, when I started the story, Nodoka’s Lessons I had no motivation other than to have scenes where Ranma was having sex with his mother. What plot there was existed solely to set up and support the sex scenes. I invented the device of the magic Family Stone so it would give a plausible sounding reason why canon characters would act OOC.
I did have to take a few liberties. The idea that Genma never gave Ranma “the Talk” I felt was plausible. It was a bit more of a stretch to present the idea that Ranma never got any sex ed or family planning classes in school. By making him almost completely ignorant of sex it made it more plausible that a Nodoka with boosted libido and magically decreased inhibitions might decide that it was her job to not just tell Ranma about sex but to show him what it was all about.
However, if I just had the parts about Ranma learning about sex from his mother, it made for a really short story. I felt that it was too short, so I put in that, after experiencing dildos penetration during sexplay with her mother, Ranma became curious about what it would be like to have sex with a live man when she was in girl form. That led to Ranma having sex with Genma.
It was in the reviews I got from this, that I learned that Genma was not popular as a male sex partner for Ranma’s girl side. It was from the response to that chapter in the story that the serious story elements that led to a sequel were introduced.
By Ranma taking the Family Stone to the Tendo home to get Genma interested, it also worked on Soun and his daughters. That led to a scene with the Tendo girls having sex with their father and each other and later to a family orgy.
As Nodoka’s Lessons is written the story could be canon or AU. Nothing said in the story really defines it. There is the one statement sorcerer Satoshi says about getting a goddess angry at you that suggests a crossover with AMG, but you could just dismiss it as exaggeration on his/her part.
The sequel I wrote is “Sailor Goddess” and is a crossover of Ranma, AMG and Sailor Moon. I haven’t finished posting that on the story site yet. Before I start posting it on this blog, I want to see what comments I get on this article. Anyone who reads the story on mediaminer.org is welcome to post comments on the story here.
Background to "I'm the Mother and the Father"
Background to “I’m the Mother and the Father?”
By Michael A. Ivins
My first effort at writing a Fanfic was the story “A Big Help.” I haven’t finished posting that one because I get too easily sidetracked into new stories. I’m not going to give the whole story here, but I do suggest you read what I do have posted on www.mediaminer.org .
In that story there is a scene where Ranma is talking to Dr. Tofu. Our favorite sex-changing martial artist has gotten numerous medical tests to see how complete the change to female is (or just how “female” his girl side is.) He also wants to know if the curse has changed his male side.
Ranma was told that his male side is a normal teenage boy and able to do anything that any other teenaged boy can do. That would include having sex with a girl and get her pregnant. The girl side is completely female all the down to the genetic level. In that form the only thing still male about Ranma would be her mind. The body would even be able to have sex with a boy and become pregnant.
While our aquatransexual was uncomfortable with the idea of sex with a boy, the doctor brought up another possibility. Obviously the only way Ranma’s boy and girl sides could have sex with each other was if they were split, but the doctor who evaluated the test results had another thought. If girl Ranma was artificially inseminated with sperm from boy Ranma then a pregnancy could result.
I didn’t pursue the idea further in that story, but I couldn’t let go of the idea. From the concept of Ranma getting herself pregnant deliberately through artificial insemination I move on to wonder if was a way for her to get pregnant accidentally.
It was that speculation that led to writing of the story “I’m the Mother and the Father.” It was originally was just going to be a one-shot. The concept was that Ranma was alone in the bath. He was thinking about a naked Akane, became aroused and started to masturbate. As Ranma was nearing orgasm Nabiki ignored the sign that said the bath was occupied and stepped to find the boy so busy that he didn’t notice a naked Nabiki. The middle Tendo thought it would be good for a laugh if she splashed Ranma while he was jerking off.
The whole point of the story was that Ranma was right in the middle of an orgasm with sperm ready to shoot. When Ranma became female that sperm didn’t transform and was taken inside to her uterus where it fertilized an egg that was ready. I was deliberately vague on the subject of why there was an egg there and whether girl Ranma had experienced a period.
The choice of Nabiki was not a reasoned out one, but in retrospect she is the only one who would serve. If Akane walked into the bath to find Ranma masturbating, she’d either flatten him with Mallet-Sama or she’d run from the room. To do otherwise would be OOC for her. If Kasumi were the one to walk in on Ranma she would probably just say “Oh my” and leave him to his privacy. Depending on how I was writing her, She might linger a while to watch or else leave immediately as soon as she realized what Ranma was doing. Again, for her to do otherwise would be OOC.
However, I can easily imagine the Nabiki created by Takahashi Rumiko being mischievous enough to splash Ranma in the middle of masturbation. It would appeal to her sense of humor. From there I was taking liberties with the character by having her engage in lesbian sex with girl Ranma at that point.
It was mainly needed for two reasons. The first was to keep Ranma in girl form long enough for the sperm to fertilize the egg in her womb. The second was to give Nabiki an additional reason to feel guilty over Ranma’s “condition.”
When I posted the first chapter of the story that was all I had intended to write. You could say the writing and posting of that chapter was a sort of catharsis for me. It got the idea out of my head and into a form that I and other people could read.
But then a curious thing happened. I started getting reviews from people liked the idea and wanted to know what happened next. So I wrote more chapters to explain how Ranma and the rest of the NWC dealt with Ranma’s pregnancy. I even surprised myself by putting in a running joke. Most people, when they first heard that Ranma was pregnant, assumed Ryoga was the father. Then when Ryoga hears about it he asks Ranma, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
The story as it will appear in this blog is slightly revised from what is posted on mediaminer.org. Occasionally I need a break from the story I’m currently working on and in those occasions I may re-read some of my older works. When I do that I can’t help fixing spelling and grammar mistakes.
When I first started writing I also had the tendency to write long stretches of dialog with many quotes but not properly identifying who was speaking. When even the author of a piece can read over his own work and get confused as to who is talking, you know there is a problem.
It is my hope that by posting my stories on this blog I can get more detailed feedback that the reviews on the story site. Most people seem to feel compelled to keep their comments brief. I am inviting any and all people who read this story and others on this blog to make detailed comments. What do you like, what do you hate? Where do you see holes in the story and how to you think those holes could be fixed?
Hopefully after I’ve had a few opinions on my stories I can post revised and improved versions on the story site.
By Michael A. Ivins
My first effort at writing a Fanfic was the story “A Big Help.” I haven’t finished posting that one because I get too easily sidetracked into new stories. I’m not going to give the whole story here, but I do suggest you read what I do have posted on www.mediaminer.org .
In that story there is a scene where Ranma is talking to Dr. Tofu. Our favorite sex-changing martial artist has gotten numerous medical tests to see how complete the change to female is (or just how “female” his girl side is.) He also wants to know if the curse has changed his male side.
Ranma was told that his male side is a normal teenage boy and able to do anything that any other teenaged boy can do. That would include having sex with a girl and get her pregnant. The girl side is completely female all the down to the genetic level. In that form the only thing still male about Ranma would be her mind. The body would even be able to have sex with a boy and become pregnant.
While our aquatransexual was uncomfortable with the idea of sex with a boy, the doctor brought up another possibility. Obviously the only way Ranma’s boy and girl sides could have sex with each other was if they were split, but the doctor who evaluated the test results had another thought. If girl Ranma was artificially inseminated with sperm from boy Ranma then a pregnancy could result.
I didn’t pursue the idea further in that story, but I couldn’t let go of the idea. From the concept of Ranma getting herself pregnant deliberately through artificial insemination I move on to wonder if was a way for her to get pregnant accidentally.
It was that speculation that led to writing of the story “I’m the Mother and the Father.” It was originally was just going to be a one-shot. The concept was that Ranma was alone in the bath. He was thinking about a naked Akane, became aroused and started to masturbate. As Ranma was nearing orgasm Nabiki ignored the sign that said the bath was occupied and stepped to find the boy so busy that he didn’t notice a naked Nabiki. The middle Tendo thought it would be good for a laugh if she splashed Ranma while he was jerking off.
The whole point of the story was that Ranma was right in the middle of an orgasm with sperm ready to shoot. When Ranma became female that sperm didn’t transform and was taken inside to her uterus where it fertilized an egg that was ready. I was deliberately vague on the subject of why there was an egg there and whether girl Ranma had experienced a period.
The choice of Nabiki was not a reasoned out one, but in retrospect she is the only one who would serve. If Akane walked into the bath to find Ranma masturbating, she’d either flatten him with Mallet-Sama or she’d run from the room. To do otherwise would be OOC for her. If Kasumi were the one to walk in on Ranma she would probably just say “Oh my” and leave him to his privacy. Depending on how I was writing her, She might linger a while to watch or else leave immediately as soon as she realized what Ranma was doing. Again, for her to do otherwise would be OOC.
However, I can easily imagine the Nabiki created by Takahashi Rumiko being mischievous enough to splash Ranma in the middle of masturbation. It would appeal to her sense of humor. From there I was taking liberties with the character by having her engage in lesbian sex with girl Ranma at that point.
It was mainly needed for two reasons. The first was to keep Ranma in girl form long enough for the sperm to fertilize the egg in her womb. The second was to give Nabiki an additional reason to feel guilty over Ranma’s “condition.”
When I posted the first chapter of the story that was all I had intended to write. You could say the writing and posting of that chapter was a sort of catharsis for me. It got the idea out of my head and into a form that I and other people could read.
But then a curious thing happened. I started getting reviews from people liked the idea and wanted to know what happened next. So I wrote more chapters to explain how Ranma and the rest of the NWC dealt with Ranma’s pregnancy. I even surprised myself by putting in a running joke. Most people, when they first heard that Ranma was pregnant, assumed Ryoga was the father. Then when Ryoga hears about it he asks Ranma, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
The story as it will appear in this blog is slightly revised from what is posted on mediaminer.org. Occasionally I need a break from the story I’m currently working on and in those occasions I may re-read some of my older works. When I do that I can’t help fixing spelling and grammar mistakes.
When I first started writing I also had the tendency to write long stretches of dialog with many quotes but not properly identifying who was speaking. When even the author of a piece can read over his own work and get confused as to who is talking, you know there is a problem.
It is my hope that by posting my stories on this blog I can get more detailed feedback that the reviews on the story site. Most people seem to feel compelled to keep their comments brief. I am inviting any and all people who read this story and others on this blog to make detailed comments. What do you like, what do you hate? Where do you see holes in the story and how to you think those holes could be fixed?
Hopefully after I’ve had a few opinions on my stories I can post revised and improved versions on the story site.
Story Concept - "Nyaniichuan Rejuvenation."
Nyaniichuan Rejuvenation
Story concept by Michael A. Ivins
The anime I have of Ranma ½ always translates Nyaniichuan as “Spring of Drowned Young girl,” while Naniichuan is always translated as Spring of Drowned Man. I’m not the first person to notice this because there have been fanfics that made use of that. One of them is “Destiny’s Child by Fire. In that story Ranma fell into the spring 400 years ago and his cursed form was that of a 12 year old girl. When in girl form she didn’t age and it took almost boiling water to change to male so Ranma spent most of his time in that form. (He also turned out to be the reincarnation of Sailor Saturn, but that’s not relevant to this story concept.)
I don’t remember the titles but I do recall reading at least two fics where Cologne used Nyaniichuan water to change from old crone to teenage hottie. The usual problem with that is that such a rejuvenation causes her to change her priorities. She would decide that instead of helping Shampoo to catch Ranma, she decides to take him for herself.
I would formalize the concept as follows: I would say it so that Naniichuan (with no age reference in the name) will change a young girl to an adult male while an adult woman would change to a man of the same age as she started out. A male child would also change to an adult man while an adult man falling into the spring wouldn’t change at all.
The rule for Nyaniichuan would be that a girl of less than age 20 would suffer no change from falling into that spring. A woman 20 or older who fell in would change to a teenaged girl. If a boy of less than 20 fell into Nyaniichuan fell into the spring he would change into a girl of near the same age or slightly younger. If a man older than 20 fell into the same spring he would change into a teenage girl.
That gives the basic rules of magic for the background of the story. At some point in the story this would be explained. Now we come to the actual story concept.
I postulate the existence of a very old man. For this to be properly effective I would write him as being beyond a normal span of years for a human. He would be old enough that he would be tired of life. I would also conceive of this old man as being something of an adventurer so that he finds the infirmities of age especially onerous.
Because this old man is tired of his life and would like a chance to return to youth I propose that this man would be willing to give up his masculinity to use Nyniichuan to become a young girl and get a chance at a new life as a woman.
While this is obviously in the Ranma universe, so far nothing that I’ve said would require Ranma’s presence. To properly make this a Ranma story I would have the old man seek out Ranma to help him get hold of cursed water as well as water from Chiisuiton to lock the curse.
I would like to put into the story that after our old man becomes the young girl that she gets involved in romance with a member of the NWC. I haven’t decided which one yet.
Now as to who the old man is, I’ve had thoughts on 3 different men. One of them stays within the Ranmaverse. I was thinking that Happosai would begin to lose the ability to absorb female chi. Further the girl water would normally be fatal for him but with a talisman he gets just before the start of the story, he can now survive.
My second idea for the old man was Indiana Jones. If there are any people who would say there is no way Indie would still be alive in the 21st century, I would propose that he got some kind of magic that let him live longer. He also seems like the kind of person that Ranma would take a liking to and would want to help.
The third possibility for the Old Man is an OC. I was thinking of a nobleman in either England or Europe 400-500 years ago. This man befriends crashed aliens who zap him with a device that arrests his aging. He travels the world because he doesn’t dare stay in one place long enough for people to notice that he is not aging while everyone around him is. While traveling in the orient he learns martial arts because it is known that some martial artists can use ki techniques to prolong their lives.
An alternate version of that last one would have the Old Man as a Templar Knight. At any rate the concept would be that he was a middle aged man when his aging was frozen. The freeze on his aging wore off and about 20 years before he meets Ranma, he has started to age again at a normal rate.
I would like to hear what people think of these story ideas. Do you like the concept and if so which of the possible Old Men would you like to see put into a story? Which of the NWC would you like to see the transformed girl get romantically involved with? It doesn’t have to be a male member of the NWC either
Story concept by Michael A. Ivins
The anime I have of Ranma ½ always translates Nyaniichuan as “Spring of Drowned Young girl,” while Naniichuan is always translated as Spring of Drowned Man. I’m not the first person to notice this because there have been fanfics that made use of that. One of them is “Destiny’s Child by Fire. In that story Ranma fell into the spring 400 years ago and his cursed form was that of a 12 year old girl. When in girl form she didn’t age and it took almost boiling water to change to male so Ranma spent most of his time in that form. (He also turned out to be the reincarnation of Sailor Saturn, but that’s not relevant to this story concept.)
I don’t remember the titles but I do recall reading at least two fics where Cologne used Nyaniichuan water to change from old crone to teenage hottie. The usual problem with that is that such a rejuvenation causes her to change her priorities. She would decide that instead of helping Shampoo to catch Ranma, she decides to take him for herself.
I would formalize the concept as follows: I would say it so that Naniichuan (with no age reference in the name) will change a young girl to an adult male while an adult woman would change to a man of the same age as she started out. A male child would also change to an adult man while an adult man falling into the spring wouldn’t change at all.
The rule for Nyaniichuan would be that a girl of less than age 20 would suffer no change from falling into that spring. A woman 20 or older who fell in would change to a teenaged girl. If a boy of less than 20 fell into Nyaniichuan fell into the spring he would change into a girl of near the same age or slightly younger. If a man older than 20 fell into the same spring he would change into a teenage girl.
That gives the basic rules of magic for the background of the story. At some point in the story this would be explained. Now we come to the actual story concept.
I postulate the existence of a very old man. For this to be properly effective I would write him as being beyond a normal span of years for a human. He would be old enough that he would be tired of life. I would also conceive of this old man as being something of an adventurer so that he finds the infirmities of age especially onerous.
Because this old man is tired of his life and would like a chance to return to youth I propose that this man would be willing to give up his masculinity to use Nyniichuan to become a young girl and get a chance at a new life as a woman.
While this is obviously in the Ranma universe, so far nothing that I’ve said would require Ranma’s presence. To properly make this a Ranma story I would have the old man seek out Ranma to help him get hold of cursed water as well as water from Chiisuiton to lock the curse.
I would like to put into the story that after our old man becomes the young girl that she gets involved in romance with a member of the NWC. I haven’t decided which one yet.
Now as to who the old man is, I’ve had thoughts on 3 different men. One of them stays within the Ranmaverse. I was thinking that Happosai would begin to lose the ability to absorb female chi. Further the girl water would normally be fatal for him but with a talisman he gets just before the start of the story, he can now survive.
My second idea for the old man was Indiana Jones. If there are any people who would say there is no way Indie would still be alive in the 21st century, I would propose that he got some kind of magic that let him live longer. He also seems like the kind of person that Ranma would take a liking to and would want to help.
The third possibility for the Old Man is an OC. I was thinking of a nobleman in either England or Europe 400-500 years ago. This man befriends crashed aliens who zap him with a device that arrests his aging. He travels the world because he doesn’t dare stay in one place long enough for people to notice that he is not aging while everyone around him is. While traveling in the orient he learns martial arts because it is known that some martial artists can use ki techniques to prolong their lives.
An alternate version of that last one would have the Old Man as a Templar Knight. At any rate the concept would be that he was a middle aged man when his aging was frozen. The freeze on his aging wore off and about 20 years before he meets Ranma, he has started to age again at a normal rate.
I would like to hear what people think of these story ideas. Do you like the concept and if so which of the possible Old Men would you like to see put into a story? Which of the NWC would you like to see the transformed girl get romantically involved with? It doesn’t have to be a male member of the NWC either
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.
This story takes place after the failed wedding. It begins on a Sunday during a school break. In the morning Genma, Nodoka and Soun were all out doing something together. Akane spent the night with her friends, Yuka and Sayuri and came back in the afternoon. Kasumi was also out doing something. Nabiki and Ranma were all alone in the house together in the morning. Dr Tofu has come back from his sabbatical.
Ranma will be in girl form all throughout this whole story with the exception of the epilogue. In the main story Ranma will only be referred to with a masculine pronoun in flashbacks and in references made by other characters. For that reason I won’t bother referring to Ranma as “girl Ranma,” “onna Ranma” or “Ranma-Chan,” just Ranma.
WARNING: Parts of this story are Lemon. If that sort of thing offends you, please stop reading.
Chapter One
But I’m a Guy!
Ranma sat on her futon in her room and just stared off into space. It was hard to think clearly at the moment Too many thoughts were chasing each other around in her mind. A sound from downstairs brought her back to herself. Right, people were getting back. Well, can’t stay a girl all day. If nothing else, Pop would nag at her about it. Akane would probably be sure she was up to something perverted.
Ranma grabbed some clean clothes and headed downstairs to make use of the bath. As she passed the living room she noted that everyone who had been gone in the morning was back now. Akane was reading a book and Nabiki was reading a magazine. Soun and Genma were playing shogi as usual and Nodoka was off in the kitchen with Kasumi. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get close enough to anyone for them to smell her. That would pretty much prove she was a pervert.
Genma looked up from his game and asked, “Why are you a girl now?”
At this point the simplest explanation seemed like the best one. “I got splashed.” She didn’t want to give details, so left it at that. “I'm going to take a bath and get changed.”
Genma grunted and turned back to his game. He didn’t like to see his son spending any time as a girl, but if he was going to change right back he didn’t have a problem with it. Accidents did have a way of happening, after all. Considering how much time he spent as a panda, he could testify to that.
Ranma proceeded on to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes in the dressing area. The redhead tossed her boxers and tank top into the laundry basket. She laid down the change of clothes she had brought with her in preparation. From there she went on into the bathroom and sat on a stool as she filled a bucket to get wet before washing.
It had been a strange morning. It had started with training by doing katas in the dojo. When he had gone to wash up after training Nabiki had played a prank on him. What followed after that prank had changed the way she thought about the middle Tendo daughter. It also made her wonder if it was time to reconsider her relationship with Akane as well. In truth she had learned some things about her female body that made her wonder if the curse was really such a bad thing.
After she was finished washing she upended a tub of cold water over her head, rinsing off the soapsuds. She went up the steps of the furo and paused to watch the steam rise from the tub. She didn’t really like being a girl, did she? She was starting think that maybe she didn’t hate it. She shrugged and stuck her foot into the steaming water.
Out in the living room it was quiet. There was the occasional click of a shogi tile being placed, the soft rustle of pages being turned and the quiet murmur of conversation in the kitchen. Suddenly the peace of the quiet Sunday afternoon was shattered by the sound of a blood curdling scream from the bathroom. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to the bathroom. They were almost falling over each other when they got there to see girl Ranma standing naked in the tub screaming her head off. Wait a minute… Ranma was standing in a tub of steaming hot water and still a girl?
First things first, Kasumi decided. She grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around the distraught girl. Not that Ranma had much in the way of feminine modesty, but what she did have needed to be protected. The touch of the towel seemed to break Ranma’s fixation on whatever had started her screaming. “What happened?” Kasumi asked when Ranma had calmed down.
For all that she had been contemplating staying a girl for a little longer, not being able to change when she wanted was a shock. “I… I'm stuck again. I can't change. I… I don't know that happened to cause it.”
With the memory of that morning fresh in her mind, Nabiki was concerned. “I've heard that Dr. Tofu is back in town. Did you want to see him?”
Worry strongly evident on her face, Ranma nodded.
Akane said, “I'll call him,” and left the room.
Ever the practical one, Kasumi directed, “Alright everyone, let's give Ranma some privacy to get dressed.” She made shooing motions with her hands to get the people out of the room.
Before Kasumi and Nabiki could leave, Akane came back to say, “I called his number but only got a recording. It said he just got back and won't be seeing patients until tomorrow.”
Ranma looked sheepish as she said. “I… guess I can wait for tomorrow. I'm sorry for freaking out. I mean, it's not like I've never been stuck before.” Unspoken was the thought, “It’s just that every time I never know if I’ll ever get unstuck.”
That night Ranma slept poorly. She was going over in her mind the events from the morning and couldn’t help wondering. Could she somehow have locked the curse by something she had done? She didn’t think that could be possible, but she didn’t know enough about the curse to say for sure. Who could say when you were dealing with magic? Sure, there must be rules that magic must operate by, but who knew what those rules were?
The next morning Ranma left early to get to Dr Tofu's clinic right when he opened. If asked she couldn't have explained why she was feeling so agitated. As she'd told everyone the previous day, she had been stuck as a girl before. She'd always managed to get the curse back to what passed for normal. There was no reason to believe it was permanent this time. It couldn’t be because she’d had a moment of weakness and had thought that maybe the curse wasn’t completely bad, could it? No, that was silly.
Ranma got there just as Dr Tofu was unlocking the clinic door. In his usual cheerful manner he greeted the red haired girl, “Ranma, looks like you'll be my first patient of the day. What brings you here so early, a new injury?”
The redhead took a deep breath before saying, “Actually, no. My curse is stuck. I know curses and magic aren't your specialty, but I was hoping you could check me over to see if there is anything physically wrong with me that might cause that.”
Tofu could sense Ranma’s distress. Maybe an examination would help to calm her down. “Well, I can examine you. We’ll see what I can find out.”
Ranma went inside and the examination began. The very routine of the exam began to calm the girl down. Even though there were parts of the examination she didn’t like when she was a girl, she’d been through the routine before. When nothing glaring turned up right away the doctor drew some blood and took a urine specimen, telling Ranma he would be sending these off to a lab to be analyzed.
As the examination progressed Tofu was running out of ideas. Everything seemed perfectly normal for Ranma’s girl form. Heart rate and respiration were a little faster than usual and blood pressure a little higher but that was likely due to the girl’s obvious agitation. Maybe there was nothing physically wrong that could have influenced the curse.
The doctor asked, “Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you yesterday? Did you do anything different than usual?”
Ranma blushed and tried to bluff by saying, “When does anything ordinary ever happen to me?”
Noticing the blush, Tofu had to wonder if Ranma was hiding something. The reaction suggested some things to him that it might be worth checking on. Deciding to play a hunch he opened a cabinet then took a box off a shelf. Out of this he pulled a stick and asked, “Do you have enough urine left to pee on this?”
Ranma frowned. The stick looked familiar, like something she's seen in TV commercial, although she couldn’t remember what it was for. It was like some product she hadn’t paid much attention to because it was for girls. “I think so,” she answered.
The doctor handed the stick to Ranma and directed, “Please do that. I want to check something out.”
Ranma went back to the rest room to do as requested. The uneasy feeling was coming back. The doctor had never asked her to do something like this before. When she was done she returned the stick to Dr Tofu.
The Dr looked at the stick then turned it around and pointed to a large “plus” sign that now showed through a window. He explained, “This is a home pregnancy test. I keep some of them on hand for my younger female patients. The fact that you blushed when I asked about what you had been doing yesterday gave me a hunch. This symbol means you're pregnant, Ranma.”
The boy turned girl sat with her mouth gaping for a time. No! That couldn’t be true. Guys don’t get pregnant! It took a moment to gain enough composure to protest, “What! That's impossible.”
Keeping his expression neutral, Tofu said, “These tests are very reliable. But if you wish we could do it again.” Denial was a common reaction even with some patients who had been born women.
Ranma repeated the test twice more with a similar result both times. Dr Tofu told the girl, “With this confirmation there can be no doubt of it. You are pregnant. Considering that your curse first locked yesterday, it is a little soon for the results to show in this kind of test, but the magic of the curse may be accelerating the effect.”
While still feeling stunned, some of her critical faculties were starting to work again. Ranma said, “Look Doc, I know everybody thinks I'm completely clueless when it comes to sex, but I'm not a dumb as people think. Plus I've been through the lecture in health class. I don't know all the tiny little details, but I'm pretty sure that a girl has to have sex with a guy to get pregnant. Unless I was unconscious at the time and don't remember it, I have never had sex with a guy.”
Was this more denial? “What, never?”
Ranma looked at the floor with a frown. “Well… never that I can remember and certainly not yesterday. Other than katas in the dojo, I didn't even leave the house yesterday. If you don't count me, the only men present were my dad and Mr. Tendo. I certainly wouldn't do anything like that with either of them. Besides, they were gone most of the day.”
Trying to at least get the timing clear, Tofu asked, “What about Saturday?”
Ranma shook her head. “The closest I got to any thing like that was Akane calling me a pervert and hitting me. I went on a fairly long flight by way of Mallet Air and changed from guy to girl and back about a half dozen times on the way back. The curse definitely wasn’t locked on Saturday.”
Grasping at straws now, Tofu asked, “Exactly what were you doing the last time you changed? It could be important.”
Ranma blushed scarlet. “Uh… I…” She couldn't seem to bring herself to say. She was acutely embarrassed to talk about it, even with Dr. Tofu.
The doctor tried to reassure his patient. “Ranma, I’m your doctor. Anything you tell me will be held in strictest confidence.”
In spite of her embarrassment she knew he was trying to help her. Finally she was able to say, “I was… masturbating.”
Dr. Tofu nodded. That was not so strange for a boy Ranma’s age. “How did you come to be splashed while you were doing that?”
Still red faced, she related the story, “Well… I was in the bathroom and Nabiki walked in while I was too… busy to notice her. I guess she thought it would be funny to splash me when I was right in the middle of …that. She has a weird sense of humor.”
Little bits of medical knowledge were fitting together in Tofu’s mind like pieces of a puzzle, along with old sex education classes from the past. A theory suggested itself to him. It shouldn’t be possible, but then the curse shouldn’t be possible either. “Were you… ejaculating when you changed?”
Blushing an even deeper red now, Ranma demanded, “What! I don't see what that has to do with it.”
Tofu insisted “Please, Ranma. It might be important.”
Still looking uncomfortable, Ranma finally told the doctor, “If you say so, Doc. Yes, I was just about to cum but not squirting yet. Why is it important?”
“I have a theory.” The doctor began to explain.
* * *
Back at the Tendo home Nabiki was feeling conflicted. After the events of that Sunday morning she was forced to recognize the feelings she had for Ranma. When Ranma and the others had come back from China after the events at Jusendo Ranma and Akane had seemed to be getting closer, maybe even ready to finally declare their love openly. Then had come the failed wedding with the all of the confusion and violence and the incident with the cask of Naniichuan water. Now Akane was back to malleting Ranma over things that weren't his fault. While Nabiki didn't want to trespass on her sister's territory, she was worried that Akane might seriously hurt Ranma some day. Besides that Nabiki couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Ranma herself.
The main component of Nabiki’s physical attraction was to Ranma’s girl side and that had gotten stronger. While there were, in fact many admirable traits that Ranma had in both forms, it was the girl side that “got her juices flowing.” It had been true from the very first day when Nabiki had squeezed Ranma's breast to demonstrate to the rest of the family that this in fact was a girl. After what had happed the previous day she realized she might even be in love with Ranma. She felt physically attracted to her girl side and emotionally attracted to the character of the person inside both forms.
Sunday morning when everyone else beside Ranma and she were out, she had done her exercises in her bedroom. Having worked up a sweat, she had gone to the bathroom to wash up. The sign had been out to show the furo occupied but Nabiki was feeling mischievous. It might be fun to tease Ranma with her naked body. If he got too flustered she could say something like, “I'm practically your sister, what's the problem.”
What she found surprised her. Instead of yelling in embarrassment, the pigtailed martial artist didn’t notice Nabiki’s entrance. Ranma had been on his knees, with eyes closed he was masturbating vigorously. Even though she knew she felt more attracted to his girl side she had to admit that his equipment was… impressive. He truly lived up to the name `wild horse.'
It was obvious that Ranma was so… involved with what he was doing that he wasn’t aware of Nabiki’s presence. The brown haired girl idly wondered who it was that Ranma was thinking about as inspiration for his self pleasuring.
Then she noticed the two buckets of cold water that Ranma had filled for his washing up. Suddenly the mischievous urge took hold of her again. She picked up one of the buckets and prepared to throw the contents. It was probably terribly rude to interrupt someone in the middle of such an… activity. She just couldn't resist.
Just as the water started to fly Ranma's threw his head back with a look of great concentration on his face. His eyes were still closed. Nabiki realized he must have been reaching orgasm and instantly regretted throwing the water at that particular moment.
As the rapid change took place Ranma's male organ seemed to rapidly draw back into his body. The change was almost faster than the eye could follow. As the orgasm changed from a male one to a female orgasm a scream of pleasure erupted from Ranma's lips.
When the orgasm subsided, Ranma fell to her side, panting. She opened her eyes and looked around. Noticing the other girl, she weakly asked, “Nabiki, what'd you do that for?”
Nabiki couldn't have said with any certainty later what drove her to do it. It was just that Ranma looked so incredibly sexy lying there. Instead of answering the question she asked one of her own. “So, Ranma, now that you’ve experienced both, which was better, a boy orgasm or a girl orgasm?”
Her defenses were down and Ranma answered honestly. “Mmm, I think… the girl one. It was more intense and lasted longer.”
Nabiki’s expression turned lecherous. “Would you like another one?”
Ranma was slightly amazed at her self to be lying there naked and conversing with an equally naked Nabiki. “I really should be yelling at you to get out of here. But, yes, I would like another one. If I'd known how good a girl orgasm felt, I'd have been doing that as a girl all the time.”
As Ranma sat up Nabiki enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her deeply, her tongue probing at Ranma’s lips. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies. After a time Nabiki said, “This would be much more comfortable in a bed. Let's go to my room.”
Once in Nabiki's room they continued for hours doing nearly everything that one woman could do with another. They even made use of some sex toys that Nabiki had. At the end of it with both feeling totally satiated, Ranma asked, “Does this mean we're lovers?”
Thinking about her answer, Nabiki couldn’t deny that Ranma had used the proper word for it. “I… guess it does.” Her mercenary soul was telling her that she would never allow this to happen again and trying to think if there was some way she could profit from it. A rather different part of her wanted to silence the mercenary. She wanted to do it again and again, as often as Ranma was willing.
Ranma thought about it for a while. Finally she said, “That was wonderful. Thank you, Nabiki. Please don’t tell Akane about this. She already thinks I’m perverted enough.”
Again she could feel the fight between the mercenary and the real woman within. What had just gone on between the two of them was truly priceless. If she cheapened it by charging Ranma, she might never have a chance for a repeat. She realized that she really wanted to do this again sometime, preferably as soon as possible. She just wasn’t sure when it would happen.
“That’s Ok Ranma. I won’t tell her.” With a smirk she added, “This time I won’t even charge you to keep it quiet.”
“That’s very… generous of you.”
Nabiki was shaken out of her recollection of the previous day’s events by Ranma's shout of “Tadaima” from the entrance. Everyone was asking, “What did the Doctor say?” “Does he know why your curse is locked?”
Ranma had been thinking carefully what to say while she was walking home. She would ‘bend’ the truth a little and leave out parts of the truth, but not tell an outright lie. “He doesn't know for sure but he says he has a theory. He doesn't want to say what the theory is until some tests are done. He also took blood and urine samples and is having them sent off to a lab to be tested. For now it looks like I'm stuck this way. I don’t know for sure how long.”
The rest of the family looked like they wanted to question her but Ranma held up a hand to indicate “Wait.” She turned. “Uh… Nabiki could I talk to you in private?”
The expression on Ranma’s face told her this would be something she wouldn’t like. “Me, what do you want to talk to me about?”
Ranma fixed her with a glare. Nabiki wasn’t used to caving in under something like this, but for some reason she didn’t feel like she could refuse… her lover. “O… Ok. We can talk in my room.”
As the two teens headed up the stairs the rest of the family exchanged confused looks. Genma asked, “What was that about?”
Akane angrily ground out, “That baka’d better not be doing anything perverted with my sister.”
When they were in Nabiki's room and the door closed behind them, the brown haired girl crossed her arms under her breasts and demanded, “Ok, What’s this about Ranma?”
The shorter girl said, “I didn't want to tell everybody what Dr. Tofu's theory is. For now a theory is all it is. If it's true then my curse is locked because you got me pregnant,”
Ok, that was something that girls said to boys, not other girls. Nabiki couldn’t help herself. She nearly shouted, “I did WHAT!”
In a fierce whisper Ranma told her, “Keep your voice down!”
Nabiki abruptly sat on the bed and took several moments to gather her wits. In a low voice she said, “I will admit that the two of us spent hours yesterday in some of the hottest, most passionate girl-on-girl sex I've ever experienced. Those were some of the most wonderful hours of my life. I may be in love with you now. But, the last time I checked I don't exactly have the… equipment to get a girl pregnant, even a part-time girl.”
Ranma let go a deep sigh. “You didn't need it. If Dr. Tofu's theory is right, all you needed was that bucket of water you threw in the bathroom. You used my own ‘equipment’ to get me pregnant.”
“What? What you're saying sounds impossible. How could a bucket of water get you pregnant?”
The redhead explained, “Dr. Tofu thinks that you splashed me at the worst possible time. I was having an orgasm and ready to shoot. When I change, my external male organs don't disappear, they are absorbed into my body and change into female organs. The sperm that was `in the channel' to be shot out didn’t change and ended up right in my womb. Then the sperm just did what nature designed them to do. Since the sperm had no distance to travel I was probably pregnant before we left the bathroom.”
What was that? “Wait a minute. Are you saying you're pregnant and you're the father?”
“That's what Dr. Tofu thinks.” She groaned, “I can just hear my mom now, `My son is so manly, he even got himself pregnant.'”
Nabiki couldn't help herself; she began to snicker. This turned into a full-bodied laugh. She fell back on the bed and started slapping the mattress.
The very image feminine anger, Ranma stood with hands on hips and glared at Nabiki, saying, “This isn't funny!”
The brown haired girl got control of herself with an effort. “I know it's a serious situation but what you said about your mother is really funny.”
Ranma grudgingly admitted, “I guess you're right.” She looked more worried than amused.
Still trying to make sense of it, Nabiki tried again. “If it was your own sperm that did it, I don't understand how you can say I got you pregnant.”
Ranma explained, “It may be my own sperm that did it, but you're responsible. If you'd splashed me just a minute later, after I finished shooting all my sperm, I wouldn't be in this situation now.”
She didn’t feel it often but Nabiki could feel guilt stabbing her now. Trying to see a way out of this situation she asked, “Are you even sure you're pregnant?”
Ranma nodded. “Dr Tofu had some of those home pregnancy tests at his office and we tried three of them. They all showed positive. He said it would normally be too soon but the magic of the curse may have speeded things up a bit.”
Nabiki thought maybe it was something that just made Ranma’s body appear pregnant to the test. Maybe she wasn’t really pregnant. Nabiki asked, “What about those other tests you mentioned?”
“He wants to be extra sure,” Ranma said. She looked worried. “I also have to have some probe thing stuck up there so they can do a DNA test to try and see who the father is.”
Finally accepting that she may be responsible for Ranma’s condition, Nabiki stood up and took hold of the other girl’s shoulder. “Oh, Ranma, I'm so sorry you have to go through all that. I don't apologize for what we did after but I do apologize for splashing you when I did.”
Ranma wanted to be angry with the other girl, but just couldn’t. She said, “Th…Thanks, Nabiki.”
Still trying to wrap her mind around it Nabiki said, “I'm still not sure I understand how it's even possible. I mean I get the mechanics of it, but how can you get yourself pregnant?”
The redhead responded, “I asked Dr Tofu about that. He said that even though it’s a magic curse that brought the sperm and egg together, in principle it's no different than some guy getting his sister pregnant.”
Ranma had been trying to hold it together but finally lost control. She grabbed hold of Nabiki and buried her face in the taller girl's shoulder and started crying. She practically wailed, “Oh Nabiki! I don't know what to do! I'm so scared! What am I gonna do?”
Nabiki stood indecisively for a moment before she wrapped one arm around Ranma and with the other began gently stroking her hair. “It'll be OK. We'll figure it out. There has to be something we can do.”
Author's Note: I got the idea for this story when I was writing a much longer Ranma crossover fanfic. This didn't really fit into the bigger story but I just couldn't let go of the concept of Ranma's boy side getting his girl side pregnant (without splitting them into two people.) I originally intended this to be a short one shot, but a review I got suggested a direction I could take to add on. I've re-written this first part. Most of that was correcting grammar and punctuation but I also made some changes to make it fit with the rest of the expanded story
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.
This story takes place after the failed wedding. It begins on a Sunday during a school break. In the morning Genma, Nodoka and Soun were all out doing something together. Akane spent the night with her friends, Yuka and Sayuri and came back in the afternoon. Kasumi was also out doing something. Nabiki and Ranma were all alone in the house together in the morning. Dr Tofu has come back from his sabbatical.
Ranma will be in girl form all throughout this whole story with the exception of the epilogue. In the main story Ranma will only be referred to with a masculine pronoun in flashbacks and in references made by other characters. For that reason I won’t bother referring to Ranma as “girl Ranma,” “onna Ranma” or “Ranma-Chan,” just Ranma.
WARNING: Parts of this story are Lemon. If that sort of thing offends you, please stop reading.
Chapter One
But I’m a Guy!
Ranma sat on her futon in her room and just stared off into space. It was hard to think clearly at the moment Too many thoughts were chasing each other around in her mind. A sound from downstairs brought her back to herself. Right, people were getting back. Well, can’t stay a girl all day. If nothing else, Pop would nag at her about it. Akane would probably be sure she was up to something perverted.
Ranma grabbed some clean clothes and headed downstairs to make use of the bath. As she passed the living room she noted that everyone who had been gone in the morning was back now. Akane was reading a book and Nabiki was reading a magazine. Soun and Genma were playing shogi as usual and Nodoka was off in the kitchen with Kasumi. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get close enough to anyone for them to smell her. That would pretty much prove she was a pervert.
Genma looked up from his game and asked, “Why are you a girl now?”
At this point the simplest explanation seemed like the best one. “I got splashed.” She didn’t want to give details, so left it at that. “I'm going to take a bath and get changed.”
Genma grunted and turned back to his game. He didn’t like to see his son spending any time as a girl, but if he was going to change right back he didn’t have a problem with it. Accidents did have a way of happening, after all. Considering how much time he spent as a panda, he could testify to that.
Ranma proceeded on to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes in the dressing area. The redhead tossed her boxers and tank top into the laundry basket. She laid down the change of clothes she had brought with her in preparation. From there she went on into the bathroom and sat on a stool as she filled a bucket to get wet before washing.
It had been a strange morning. It had started with training by doing katas in the dojo. When he had gone to wash up after training Nabiki had played a prank on him. What followed after that prank had changed the way she thought about the middle Tendo daughter. It also made her wonder if it was time to reconsider her relationship with Akane as well. In truth she had learned some things about her female body that made her wonder if the curse was really such a bad thing.
After she was finished washing she upended a tub of cold water over her head, rinsing off the soapsuds. She went up the steps of the furo and paused to watch the steam rise from the tub. She didn’t really like being a girl, did she? She was starting think that maybe she didn’t hate it. She shrugged and stuck her foot into the steaming water.
Out in the living room it was quiet. There was the occasional click of a shogi tile being placed, the soft rustle of pages being turned and the quiet murmur of conversation in the kitchen. Suddenly the peace of the quiet Sunday afternoon was shattered by the sound of a blood curdling scream from the bathroom. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to the bathroom. They were almost falling over each other when they got there to see girl Ranma standing naked in the tub screaming her head off. Wait a minute… Ranma was standing in a tub of steaming hot water and still a girl?
First things first, Kasumi decided. She grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around the distraught girl. Not that Ranma had much in the way of feminine modesty, but what she did have needed to be protected. The touch of the towel seemed to break Ranma’s fixation on whatever had started her screaming. “What happened?” Kasumi asked when Ranma had calmed down.
For all that she had been contemplating staying a girl for a little longer, not being able to change when she wanted was a shock. “I… I'm stuck again. I can't change. I… I don't know that happened to cause it.”
With the memory of that morning fresh in her mind, Nabiki was concerned. “I've heard that Dr. Tofu is back in town. Did you want to see him?”
Worry strongly evident on her face, Ranma nodded.
Akane said, “I'll call him,” and left the room.
Ever the practical one, Kasumi directed, “Alright everyone, let's give Ranma some privacy to get dressed.” She made shooing motions with her hands to get the people out of the room.
Before Kasumi and Nabiki could leave, Akane came back to say, “I called his number but only got a recording. It said he just got back and won't be seeing patients until tomorrow.”
Ranma looked sheepish as she said. “I… guess I can wait for tomorrow. I'm sorry for freaking out. I mean, it's not like I've never been stuck before.” Unspoken was the thought, “It’s just that every time I never know if I’ll ever get unstuck.”
That night Ranma slept poorly. She was going over in her mind the events from the morning and couldn’t help wondering. Could she somehow have locked the curse by something she had done? She didn’t think that could be possible, but she didn’t know enough about the curse to say for sure. Who could say when you were dealing with magic? Sure, there must be rules that magic must operate by, but who knew what those rules were?
The next morning Ranma left early to get to Dr Tofu's clinic right when he opened. If asked she couldn't have explained why she was feeling so agitated. As she'd told everyone the previous day, she had been stuck as a girl before. She'd always managed to get the curse back to what passed for normal. There was no reason to believe it was permanent this time. It couldn’t be because she’d had a moment of weakness and had thought that maybe the curse wasn’t completely bad, could it? No, that was silly.
Ranma got there just as Dr Tofu was unlocking the clinic door. In his usual cheerful manner he greeted the red haired girl, “Ranma, looks like you'll be my first patient of the day. What brings you here so early, a new injury?”
The redhead took a deep breath before saying, “Actually, no. My curse is stuck. I know curses and magic aren't your specialty, but I was hoping you could check me over to see if there is anything physically wrong with me that might cause that.”
Tofu could sense Ranma’s distress. Maybe an examination would help to calm her down. “Well, I can examine you. We’ll see what I can find out.”
Ranma went inside and the examination began. The very routine of the exam began to calm the girl down. Even though there were parts of the examination she didn’t like when she was a girl, she’d been through the routine before. When nothing glaring turned up right away the doctor drew some blood and took a urine specimen, telling Ranma he would be sending these off to a lab to be analyzed.
As the examination progressed Tofu was running out of ideas. Everything seemed perfectly normal for Ranma’s girl form. Heart rate and respiration were a little faster than usual and blood pressure a little higher but that was likely due to the girl’s obvious agitation. Maybe there was nothing physically wrong that could have influenced the curse.
The doctor asked, “Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you yesterday? Did you do anything different than usual?”
Ranma blushed and tried to bluff by saying, “When does anything ordinary ever happen to me?”
Noticing the blush, Tofu had to wonder if Ranma was hiding something. The reaction suggested some things to him that it might be worth checking on. Deciding to play a hunch he opened a cabinet then took a box off a shelf. Out of this he pulled a stick and asked, “Do you have enough urine left to pee on this?”
Ranma frowned. The stick looked familiar, like something she's seen in TV commercial, although she couldn’t remember what it was for. It was like some product she hadn’t paid much attention to because it was for girls. “I think so,” she answered.
The doctor handed the stick to Ranma and directed, “Please do that. I want to check something out.”
Ranma went back to the rest room to do as requested. The uneasy feeling was coming back. The doctor had never asked her to do something like this before. When she was done she returned the stick to Dr Tofu.
The Dr looked at the stick then turned it around and pointed to a large “plus” sign that now showed through a window. He explained, “This is a home pregnancy test. I keep some of them on hand for my younger female patients. The fact that you blushed when I asked about what you had been doing yesterday gave me a hunch. This symbol means you're pregnant, Ranma.”
The boy turned girl sat with her mouth gaping for a time. No! That couldn’t be true. Guys don’t get pregnant! It took a moment to gain enough composure to protest, “What! That's impossible.”
Keeping his expression neutral, Tofu said, “These tests are very reliable. But if you wish we could do it again.” Denial was a common reaction even with some patients who had been born women.
Ranma repeated the test twice more with a similar result both times. Dr Tofu told the girl, “With this confirmation there can be no doubt of it. You are pregnant. Considering that your curse first locked yesterday, it is a little soon for the results to show in this kind of test, but the magic of the curse may be accelerating the effect.”
While still feeling stunned, some of her critical faculties were starting to work again. Ranma said, “Look Doc, I know everybody thinks I'm completely clueless when it comes to sex, but I'm not a dumb as people think. Plus I've been through the lecture in health class. I don't know all the tiny little details, but I'm pretty sure that a girl has to have sex with a guy to get pregnant. Unless I was unconscious at the time and don't remember it, I have never had sex with a guy.”
Was this more denial? “What, never?”
Ranma looked at the floor with a frown. “Well… never that I can remember and certainly not yesterday. Other than katas in the dojo, I didn't even leave the house yesterday. If you don't count me, the only men present were my dad and Mr. Tendo. I certainly wouldn't do anything like that with either of them. Besides, they were gone most of the day.”
Trying to at least get the timing clear, Tofu asked, “What about Saturday?”
Ranma shook her head. “The closest I got to any thing like that was Akane calling me a pervert and hitting me. I went on a fairly long flight by way of Mallet Air and changed from guy to girl and back about a half dozen times on the way back. The curse definitely wasn’t locked on Saturday.”
Grasping at straws now, Tofu asked, “Exactly what were you doing the last time you changed? It could be important.”
Ranma blushed scarlet. “Uh… I…” She couldn't seem to bring herself to say. She was acutely embarrassed to talk about it, even with Dr. Tofu.
The doctor tried to reassure his patient. “Ranma, I’m your doctor. Anything you tell me will be held in strictest confidence.”
In spite of her embarrassment she knew he was trying to help her. Finally she was able to say, “I was… masturbating.”
Dr. Tofu nodded. That was not so strange for a boy Ranma’s age. “How did you come to be splashed while you were doing that?”
Still red faced, she related the story, “Well… I was in the bathroom and Nabiki walked in while I was too… busy to notice her. I guess she thought it would be funny to splash me when I was right in the middle of …that. She has a weird sense of humor.”
Little bits of medical knowledge were fitting together in Tofu’s mind like pieces of a puzzle, along with old sex education classes from the past. A theory suggested itself to him. It shouldn’t be possible, but then the curse shouldn’t be possible either. “Were you… ejaculating when you changed?”
Blushing an even deeper red now, Ranma demanded, “What! I don't see what that has to do with it.”
Tofu insisted “Please, Ranma. It might be important.”
Still looking uncomfortable, Ranma finally told the doctor, “If you say so, Doc. Yes, I was just about to cum but not squirting yet. Why is it important?”
“I have a theory.” The doctor began to explain.
* * *
Back at the Tendo home Nabiki was feeling conflicted. After the events of that Sunday morning she was forced to recognize the feelings she had for Ranma. When Ranma and the others had come back from China after the events at Jusendo Ranma and Akane had seemed to be getting closer, maybe even ready to finally declare their love openly. Then had come the failed wedding with the all of the confusion and violence and the incident with the cask of Naniichuan water. Now Akane was back to malleting Ranma over things that weren't his fault. While Nabiki didn't want to trespass on her sister's territory, she was worried that Akane might seriously hurt Ranma some day. Besides that Nabiki couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Ranma herself.
The main component of Nabiki’s physical attraction was to Ranma’s girl side and that had gotten stronger. While there were, in fact many admirable traits that Ranma had in both forms, it was the girl side that “got her juices flowing.” It had been true from the very first day when Nabiki had squeezed Ranma's breast to demonstrate to the rest of the family that this in fact was a girl. After what had happed the previous day she realized she might even be in love with Ranma. She felt physically attracted to her girl side and emotionally attracted to the character of the person inside both forms.
Sunday morning when everyone else beside Ranma and she were out, she had done her exercises in her bedroom. Having worked up a sweat, she had gone to the bathroom to wash up. The sign had been out to show the furo occupied but Nabiki was feeling mischievous. It might be fun to tease Ranma with her naked body. If he got too flustered she could say something like, “I'm practically your sister, what's the problem.”
What she found surprised her. Instead of yelling in embarrassment, the pigtailed martial artist didn’t notice Nabiki’s entrance. Ranma had been on his knees, with eyes closed he was masturbating vigorously. Even though she knew she felt more attracted to his girl side she had to admit that his equipment was… impressive. He truly lived up to the name `wild horse.'
It was obvious that Ranma was so… involved with what he was doing that he wasn’t aware of Nabiki’s presence. The brown haired girl idly wondered who it was that Ranma was thinking about as inspiration for his self pleasuring.
Then she noticed the two buckets of cold water that Ranma had filled for his washing up. Suddenly the mischievous urge took hold of her again. She picked up one of the buckets and prepared to throw the contents. It was probably terribly rude to interrupt someone in the middle of such an… activity. She just couldn't resist.
Just as the water started to fly Ranma's threw his head back with a look of great concentration on his face. His eyes were still closed. Nabiki realized he must have been reaching orgasm and instantly regretted throwing the water at that particular moment.
As the rapid change took place Ranma's male organ seemed to rapidly draw back into his body. The change was almost faster than the eye could follow. As the orgasm changed from a male one to a female orgasm a scream of pleasure erupted from Ranma's lips.
When the orgasm subsided, Ranma fell to her side, panting. She opened her eyes and looked around. Noticing the other girl, she weakly asked, “Nabiki, what'd you do that for?”
Nabiki couldn't have said with any certainty later what drove her to do it. It was just that Ranma looked so incredibly sexy lying there. Instead of answering the question she asked one of her own. “So, Ranma, now that you’ve experienced both, which was better, a boy orgasm or a girl orgasm?”
Her defenses were down and Ranma answered honestly. “Mmm, I think… the girl one. It was more intense and lasted longer.”
Nabiki’s expression turned lecherous. “Would you like another one?”
Ranma was slightly amazed at her self to be lying there naked and conversing with an equally naked Nabiki. “I really should be yelling at you to get out of here. But, yes, I would like another one. If I'd known how good a girl orgasm felt, I'd have been doing that as a girl all the time.”
As Ranma sat up Nabiki enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her deeply, her tongue probing at Ranma’s lips. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies. After a time Nabiki said, “This would be much more comfortable in a bed. Let's go to my room.”
Once in Nabiki's room they continued for hours doing nearly everything that one woman could do with another. They even made use of some sex toys that Nabiki had. At the end of it with both feeling totally satiated, Ranma asked, “Does this mean we're lovers?”
Thinking about her answer, Nabiki couldn’t deny that Ranma had used the proper word for it. “I… guess it does.” Her mercenary soul was telling her that she would never allow this to happen again and trying to think if there was some way she could profit from it. A rather different part of her wanted to silence the mercenary. She wanted to do it again and again, as often as Ranma was willing.
Ranma thought about it for a while. Finally she said, “That was wonderful. Thank you, Nabiki. Please don’t tell Akane about this. She already thinks I’m perverted enough.”
Again she could feel the fight between the mercenary and the real woman within. What had just gone on between the two of them was truly priceless. If she cheapened it by charging Ranma, she might never have a chance for a repeat. She realized that she really wanted to do this again sometime, preferably as soon as possible. She just wasn’t sure when it would happen.
“That’s Ok Ranma. I won’t tell her.” With a smirk she added, “This time I won’t even charge you to keep it quiet.”
“That’s very… generous of you.”
Nabiki was shaken out of her recollection of the previous day’s events by Ranma's shout of “Tadaima” from the entrance. Everyone was asking, “What did the Doctor say?” “Does he know why your curse is locked?”
Ranma had been thinking carefully what to say while she was walking home. She would ‘bend’ the truth a little and leave out parts of the truth, but not tell an outright lie. “He doesn't know for sure but he says he has a theory. He doesn't want to say what the theory is until some tests are done. He also took blood and urine samples and is having them sent off to a lab to be tested. For now it looks like I'm stuck this way. I don’t know for sure how long.”
The rest of the family looked like they wanted to question her but Ranma held up a hand to indicate “Wait.” She turned. “Uh… Nabiki could I talk to you in private?”
The expression on Ranma’s face told her this would be something she wouldn’t like. “Me, what do you want to talk to me about?”
Ranma fixed her with a glare. Nabiki wasn’t used to caving in under something like this, but for some reason she didn’t feel like she could refuse… her lover. “O… Ok. We can talk in my room.”
As the two teens headed up the stairs the rest of the family exchanged confused looks. Genma asked, “What was that about?”
Akane angrily ground out, “That baka’d better not be doing anything perverted with my sister.”
When they were in Nabiki's room and the door closed behind them, the brown haired girl crossed her arms under her breasts and demanded, “Ok, What’s this about Ranma?”
The shorter girl said, “I didn't want to tell everybody what Dr. Tofu's theory is. For now a theory is all it is. If it's true then my curse is locked because you got me pregnant,”
Ok, that was something that girls said to boys, not other girls. Nabiki couldn’t help herself. She nearly shouted, “I did WHAT!”
In a fierce whisper Ranma told her, “Keep your voice down!”
Nabiki abruptly sat on the bed and took several moments to gather her wits. In a low voice she said, “I will admit that the two of us spent hours yesterday in some of the hottest, most passionate girl-on-girl sex I've ever experienced. Those were some of the most wonderful hours of my life. I may be in love with you now. But, the last time I checked I don't exactly have the… equipment to get a girl pregnant, even a part-time girl.”
Ranma let go a deep sigh. “You didn't need it. If Dr. Tofu's theory is right, all you needed was that bucket of water you threw in the bathroom. You used my own ‘equipment’ to get me pregnant.”
“What? What you're saying sounds impossible. How could a bucket of water get you pregnant?”
The redhead explained, “Dr. Tofu thinks that you splashed me at the worst possible time. I was having an orgasm and ready to shoot. When I change, my external male organs don't disappear, they are absorbed into my body and change into female organs. The sperm that was `in the channel' to be shot out didn’t change and ended up right in my womb. Then the sperm just did what nature designed them to do. Since the sperm had no distance to travel I was probably pregnant before we left the bathroom.”
What was that? “Wait a minute. Are you saying you're pregnant and you're the father?”
“That's what Dr. Tofu thinks.” She groaned, “I can just hear my mom now, `My son is so manly, he even got himself pregnant.'”
Nabiki couldn't help herself; she began to snicker. This turned into a full-bodied laugh. She fell back on the bed and started slapping the mattress.
The very image feminine anger, Ranma stood with hands on hips and glared at Nabiki, saying, “This isn't funny!”
The brown haired girl got control of herself with an effort. “I know it's a serious situation but what you said about your mother is really funny.”
Ranma grudgingly admitted, “I guess you're right.” She looked more worried than amused.
Still trying to make sense of it, Nabiki tried again. “If it was your own sperm that did it, I don't understand how you can say I got you pregnant.”
Ranma explained, “It may be my own sperm that did it, but you're responsible. If you'd splashed me just a minute later, after I finished shooting all my sperm, I wouldn't be in this situation now.”
She didn’t feel it often but Nabiki could feel guilt stabbing her now. Trying to see a way out of this situation she asked, “Are you even sure you're pregnant?”
Ranma nodded. “Dr Tofu had some of those home pregnancy tests at his office and we tried three of them. They all showed positive. He said it would normally be too soon but the magic of the curse may have speeded things up a bit.”
Nabiki thought maybe it was something that just made Ranma’s body appear pregnant to the test. Maybe she wasn’t really pregnant. Nabiki asked, “What about those other tests you mentioned?”
“He wants to be extra sure,” Ranma said. She looked worried. “I also have to have some probe thing stuck up there so they can do a DNA test to try and see who the father is.”
Finally accepting that she may be responsible for Ranma’s condition, Nabiki stood up and took hold of the other girl’s shoulder. “Oh, Ranma, I'm so sorry you have to go through all that. I don't apologize for what we did after but I do apologize for splashing you when I did.”
Ranma wanted to be angry with the other girl, but just couldn’t. She said, “Th…Thanks, Nabiki.”
Still trying to wrap her mind around it Nabiki said, “I'm still not sure I understand how it's even possible. I mean I get the mechanics of it, but how can you get yourself pregnant?”
The redhead responded, “I asked Dr Tofu about that. He said that even though it’s a magic curse that brought the sperm and egg together, in principle it's no different than some guy getting his sister pregnant.”
Ranma had been trying to hold it together but finally lost control. She grabbed hold of Nabiki and buried her face in the taller girl's shoulder and started crying. She practically wailed, “Oh Nabiki! I don't know what to do! I'm so scared! What am I gonna do?”
Nabiki stood indecisively for a moment before she wrapped one arm around Ranma and with the other began gently stroking her hair. “It'll be OK. We'll figure it out. There has to be something we can do.”
Author's Note: I got the idea for this story when I was writing a much longer Ranma crossover fanfic. This didn't really fit into the bigger story but I just couldn't let go of the concept of Ranma's boy side getting his girl side pregnant (without splitting them into two people.) I originally intended this to be a short one shot, but a review I got suggested a direction I could take to add on. I've re-written this first part. Most of that was correcting grammar and punctuation but I also made some changes to make it fit with the rest of the expanded story
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