Genom Research Presents A Suika Roberts Fanfic Tip Warnings and Disclaimers in Part 0. Day 9 -* `Tatewaki-niichan! Ohaiyo!' I greet the obnoxious person in kendo garb, and give him a big hug. Then I introduce his testicles to my knee, after he tries to grope me, `Really, is that any way to greet your sister's beloved?' `Beloved?' he manages, then passes out. -* Day 10 -* `I just don't like it. It's over too fast, and it doesn't feel all that good, either. Wham, Bam, That's all, ma'am. I don't,' I tell her, pleased with the speed that my Cantonese has returned. `How many times did you try? With who?' she asks me, cuddling my smaller body against her own. Her Cantonese is much better than her Japanese, I note, again. `Once, with Akane,' I shift, looking up at her face. `That is part of the problem,' she tells me, stroking along the line of my jaw. I gasp, softly. When I have my breath again, `How is that?' `Practice will provide control, if one works at it, and there's the fact that you and Akane understand each other so well that any dissappointment is magnified.' `So, what do you propose?' `Well, I didn't pay much attention, but the ways to please a girl if one isn't were covered fairly well to all the boys, since that is one of the things they're good for, supposedly. There are also some things that are supposed to aid in that control.' `Things?' She pulls out, after a moment's fishing, a plain steel ring, about large enough for me to get both my index fingers and both my middle fingers through it at once, or at least to the second knuckle when I'm a guy. I look at it, `What is it, and where does it go?' `You place it around the base of your,' a word I don't know, `then when your,' same word, `gets hard,' ah, must have been penis, `it helps to keep it that way.' I ponder that for a moment, then glance around the empty room, the faint glow of the streetlight on the floor, the others over at Utchan's. `If you want to, I'm always up for training.' she giggles, and I recognize the pun. - `How do we get this on? It's already hard,' I grumble, trying to work the blood-warm steel the rest of the way down from where it got stuck as a certain part inflated. She giggles, a delightful noise, that should have me lubricating heavily, but instead just causes the ring to press tighter into that part. `You will have to wait, I guess, and slide it down as it softens.' `How? I can't think of anything other than the fact that you are right here, willing, cute, lovely, loving,' I groan, leaning forward to kiss her. It feels so strange for her to be smaller than I am. I put the matter of the ring from my mind, and concentrate on slowly working her out of her dress, kissing each inch of flesh as it appears. As I nibble my way along her collarbone, her fingers are suddenly on that part, and the ring slips down to the base before it hardens, and I gasp against her skin. Her fingers are so gentle, moving slowly along my penis, stroking it slowly from the base all the way up to the top of the glans, then swirling slowly around it. I moan, softly, trying to be quiet, and kiss her shoulder, sucking lightly at the delicious flesh. She responds by lightly squeezing the glans, her fingernails biting ever so lightly into it, and I press my face to her shoulder, breathing hard, `So nice,' I murmor, surprised. I let her continue to stroke it, as I shift my attention back to her. She gasps, softly, as I begin to trace slow trails along her luscious flesh with my fingernails. I set myself to trying something only Akane has managed with me, to try and bring her to orgasm without touching her vulva, without any stimulation to it. [grr, is vulva singular or plural? --S] Her fingers clench hard around my penis when I slowly begin to lick and suckle at her nipple, and the soft gasp indicates she doesn't mind the attention. Control becomes increasingly difficult -* Day 20 -* `Stop that!' giggles Ranma, her face red, her hands batting ineffectively at mine. `No!' I tell her, continuing to try and tickle her. `Don't, please!' she shrieks, yet doesn't really try to get away. I force myself to ignore the disapproving looks from the few others we pass as we continue up the path towards the temple gate. Kodachi's giving me this look of mild concern, Utchan's got a faint smile, Shanpuu looks like she'd like to participate, and Hinako is just looking down on us with this very odd expression from her perch on Shanpuu's shoulders. Ranma shrieks again as I catch her, my fingers wiggling against her belly. Suddenly she stops, wiggles out of my grasp, and jogs up the trail. -* The game is a lot of fun, Akane being the big bully tickling the poor innocent little girl, but the faint words from up the trail, and the even fainter scent of amnionic fluid stir ingrained responces, even after over two years. I slip free, and head up the trail towards the temple. -* Ranma has stopped, standing next to a woman in damp clothing, an odd smell in the air, and seems to be calming the man with her, probably the husband. `Look, panicking won't help any. We're an hour up the trail from the parking lot, three hours by road from the nearest clinic, and twelve miles straight line,' she turns to the woman, `I'm a trained midwife, I've helped with the birth of many babies,' `What am I going to do!' the woman screeches. `First, you are going to calm down,' and Ranma hits what I've come to recognise as the shiatsu satiation point. The woman obligingly calms down. `OK, what's your name?' `Kimiko,' the woman stammars, then grimaces as a ripple seems to flow down her body. `OK, eight minutes between the contractions,' and the husband calms suddenly, the woman, Kimiko, calming a little as well, `This is your first, right?' Kimiko nods, `Any medical conditions that could complicate things?' `I'm allergic to penicillin.' `OK,' Ranma looks her in the eyes, `I'm going to feel your belly to check how the child is situated, understand?' `Yes,' Kimiko replies, still seeming scared. I glance around at our little party. Hinako is wide eyed, Shanpuu has a happy look on her face, and both Utchan and Kodachi look scared. I look back, the husband is hovering, looking worried, and Ranma's feeling Kimiko's belly. `OK, she's head-down, ready to come out, both of you seem to be in fine health, and you've dialated to about five centimeters. Let's walk up the trail a little more, there's another mile until the temple itself.' `Is it OK?' the husband asks, a tremulous smile on his face for Ranma. `It should be fine. Saotome Ranma,' and she bows to him. `Yamamoto Kenji,' and he bows back, `Thank you for doing this for my wife.' `I can only do what I can do.' `That is a lot more than I could manage.' `Ignorance is very frightening,' she tells him, then gently holds Kimiko's waist as another contraction hits. -* We walk up the trail, slowly, for about a quarter mile, almost thirty minutes. Kimiko's dialated to eight centimeters, the amnionic fluid almost dry on her clothes. -* `Good, you're almost there, lets find someplace a little quieter and a little safer to finish this part, OK?' `OK,' Kimiko gasps, winded. Ranma leads the way off the trail, and through some method I have no clue about, chooses to set Kimiko on a broken log, resting against a tree. `You're fully dialated, and you'll notice the contractions are quite closely spaced,' Kimiko nods, `in a little bit, you'll feel an urge to push, and when you do, tell me, then do so, OK?' Kimiko nods again, `If I ask you not to push, please, try not to, understand?' `Gotcha,' Kimiko manages, almost gasping the word. `Everyone around behind, OK?' I walk to stand behind Kimiko, and Kenji hunkers down next to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other softly petting her side. Ranma feels Kimiko's belly again, then with a single efficient motion strips off the woman's panties and slips them into Kimiko's skirt pocket. `Pushing,' Kimiko gasps. `Good, good, she's moving.' A short pause, then Kimiko gasps again, her knuckles going white. And again. `I can see the top of her head.' Kimiko's knuckles go white again, and she moans. `Drat,' Ranma looks up, `I need a knife!' Seven blank stares look back at her, and she gulps and ducks her head. A faint rending noise, almost like tearing meat, and then she's wiping her slightly bloody face on her hand. Kimiko moans, a faint dispairing sound, and her knuckles go white. `There we go,' Ranma croons softly, and she is holding a tiny baby in her arms. She does something with the babies face, and then runs her fingers over the umbilical cord before tying it in a knot. `Here you go, a bouncing 4.2 kilo baby girl. The umbilical was wrapped around her neck,' Ranma says, handing the tiny burden into her mother's waiting arms. The baby turns her head back and forth, making faint protesting noises. `She's hungry, you might want to feed her,' Ranma says, feeling Kimiko's belly again. `Here, in public?' `Ain't anything I haven't seen before,' Ranma tells her, a slight frown on her face. A smaller contraction ripples down Kimiko's form, and she opens her shirt, settling the baby against it. I finally take a look at her, intrigued by the look of wonder on her face. Another contraction, and something bloody and shapeless is in Ranma's hands, and she sets it aside, suddenly cussing out loud, `Hemoraging,' is the only coherent word I hear. Ranma's face is pressed to Kimiko's belly, and I can feel her will warping reality, can see a faint red glow, that could be dismissed as a trick of the setting sun, except that it is noon. `Good,' Ranma mutters, slipping back to sit on her heels a moment, before falling over on her side. `Don't wash the baby until she gets dirty, try to keep the doctors from prodding her too much, and breastfeeding is best for them,' Ranma's eyes close a moment, `Should get her registered fairly quickly, and someone'll have to bury the placenta,' and she falls fully asleep. -* `No, I'm not licensed, I won't take your money. Support alternatives to hospital births, and I'll consider myself well compensated.' `There was so much blood,' Kenji looks green. `She was hemoraging. In a hospital she would have had a good chance of dying. In the hands of a less competent midwife, she could well have died, too. I'm just glad I was here.' `What do you mean, alternatives?' `Have you been present for a hospital birth?' I notice five sets of eyes on me when I ask that question. `No.' `Attend one, and you shall understand.' -* `How did you learn all that?' I ask her. `On our first trip to China we ran into old woman Li, and she convinced Oyaji to let her train me, I don't know how. `I spent the next nine months as an apprentice Chinese Wisewoman and midwife. I was young and cute, so she dressed me in girl's clothing, called me Sai Fong, and told people that I'd been sent to learn with her. `Since going to the hospital had even chances of coming out dead, most people in the area kept an eye on old woman Li, and watched out for her, kept her fed and stuff. She taught me a lot, said I was the quickest student she'd ever had.' `Wondered if you were taught in China. Even warriors are taught the basics of healing, but I slacked off after that,' Shanpuu kisses Ranma firmly, a deep, passionate, face-sucking kiss, `It is nice to know that our family has a skilled midwife.' -* `Che,' I mutter, staring at the train station wall. `What is it, Ranma-chan?' Kodachi asks, touching my shoulder lightly. `Oh, just this,' I fish out my cute little knife, `I'd forgotten I had it,' I flip the blade open one-handed, `I snagged it from this cute EMT when I was younger, left her a gold pendant I'd found in it's place,' I smile at the look she gives the serrated edge. `What is it made for?' `EMTs use them for cutting seatbelts and stuff,' I fold the knife and slip it away again. -* Day 25 -* `Shh,' she tries to soothe me, her hands gentle on my shoulders as she softly nibbles at my neck. I'm not sure what has me so agitated about this, I've had, relations, with both of them, albeit not together. This isn't even about the strap-ons, I don't think, but the whole situation is scaring me, at least a little bit. It isn't like the idea of both Kasumi and my mo -- Nodoka going down on me doesn't appeal, but the way they want to . . . I lean back against Kasumi, stroke my cheek against the softness of her breast, closing my eyes, `Please,' I murmur, keeping my fears out of my voice, if not the tenseness of my body. Even together both of them are smaller than Utchan's hand, which can feel really nice. I slowly relax as Nodoka suckles gently at my breasts, Kasumi's fingers tugging lightly on my clitoris in a maddening rythm, and I draw my knee up, Nodoka's leg soft under my foot. Kasumi's nails drag lightly against my skin as she slips her free hand out from under my side, and a faint noise of protest escapes as she pulls back from me, cool air slipping up my back. Firm rubber pressing against my vulva helps me realize why she moved, then the length of it slides lightly over my clitoris, her fingers guiding it. I moan, and Nodoka shifts, sliding herself up my body, her breasts soft and heavy against my face as her hands slip down my length, lubricated with my sweat. Her fingers slip into my vagina with ease, and I shift slightly to allow her easier access. After a moment I feel the rounded end of her own attachment sliding against Kasumi's fingers, then pressing against my vulva for a moment. `More lube,' she gasps, urgently, startling me with the sheer, the sheer, the sheer, the sheer something of her words. Kasumi strokes my clitoris one more time, then reaches behind her and back, a cool substance on her fingers with which she coats both strap-ons. Her hips rock back, and she guides the strap-on into me with fingers that tremble ever so slightly. Without a word she slowly presses the dildo into me, and I press my face, eyes still closed, against Nodoka's breasts, involuntarily moaning as she pulls back a little, her fingers once more firmly caressing my clitoris. A few moments pass as I wiggle my face against Nodoka, and Kasumi begins a steady rythm that my hips follow almost of their own accord. `Good,' Nodoka murmors, her hand leaving my hip, and Kasumi's hips slow, almost stop, as Nodoka gently presses the strap-on against my vulva, her fingers firm against me, keeping it from slipping, and then suddenly it is in, and we both moan `Ranma,' Kasumi gasps, her ragged breath hot against my hair. Both of them continue cautiously, the two dildos creating an interesting feeling, the gentle rocking of their bodies against me, the firm way their arms are wrapped around each other and me, the warm, sweaty scent of them, the fainter scent of the artificial lube, and the sharp feeling of Kasumi's nails against my hip work together, bringing me easily to orgasm. I open my eyes, shifting my head to look at the fierce expresion on Nodoka's face as she slowly strokes the strap-on into me, pausing for a moment at the end of the stroke to grind her hips against my clitoris, then as slowly drawing it out again. Kasumi's rythm is faster, and I let my eyes drop closed again, my hand on Nodoka's hip, trying to urge her faster. At last I can take it no longer, the slow build up getting to be too much, `Faster, please,' I manage, gasping. Nodoka's breath is as uneven, but she increases the pace of her thrusting, as does Kasumi, maintaining the strange feeling of the two of them stroking just out of sync, driving me once more towards the brink of orgasm. With a faint gasp behind me Kasumi orgasms, then, with a full-body shudder, Nodoka. They slowly settle, then pull out, soft, spent expressions on their faces as I sit back a little. Kasumi's face turns concerned, `Didn't get you off, did we?' she asks softly. I almost deny it, but the look on her face stops me, `Nope,' I tell her, cuddling up against her, rubbing my face on her breast. `That isn't good,' I can almost see the smile in her voice as her gifted fingers draw me forward, then I gasp as she rubs her cheek against my breast, catching the other nipple between her teeth and gnawing on it with a delightful firmness, the nails of one hand digging into my buttocks, the others scraping over my clitoris in a manner that is most distressingly wonderful. She releases my nipple, then strokes it with her rough tongue, and orgasm hits me like a small truck, drawing the strength from my bones. I virtually melt against Kasumi, and Nodoka, the strap-on removed, cuddles against my side. -* Day 27 -* `Are you both sure?' I ask them, worried about what could happen. `Yes,' Kasumi answers, `I am willing to risk it.' I look at Nodoka, `Genma knows, just like I know about him and Soun. It's OK.' I make a face, `That's a lot more than I ever wanted to know about Oyaji.' Kasumi laughs, `It is kinda odd.' I scowl, mostly for effect. The smiles I get back tell me that it didn't work. I contemplate what I'd heard over the last couple hours, the surreality of it all that's keeping me from finding someplace to hide while I figure out what I'm going to do. First, there was the `Kasumi wants to try what we did night before last.' Then there was the, `You're kinda small like that, I don't think she'll get the full effect this way.' Then, `I think it would be better if I was male as well, less risk of, complications, that way. I obtained a packet of instant from your great-grandmother.' Then, `Nodoka's allergic to latex, so . . . ' And that brings me to the point of sitting across the little table from the two of them, four fingers slipped through the warm steel of my cock-ring, on the verge of panic. `I'm splitting. Sorry, need to think about this, or not think about this, or somthin'. I'll see you tomorrow, love you, bye!' and I hop out of my chair, slip the cock-ring away, and rush out the door. - Ranma slips into the shop, all in a tizzy. `What's wrong?' I ask her, as she pulls me in and kisses me softly, intensely, a faint hint of despiration leaking through. `Nodoka, Kasumi, that whole situation,' she kisses me again, `Love you,' she rubs her forehead against my chin, `Promised Nabiki I'd see her sometime this week.' `Go, have fun,' I tell her, wondering how she can maintain her circle of secondaries, when just our primaries are enough to exhaust me. `If you insist,' she smiles, I can feel it, even if she doesn't look up at me. `I insist, come back this evening, though,' I tell her, and she nods. - `Two hours?' Nabiki asks, playing with the frogs on my shirt, `Whatever can we do with all that time?' `I could scrape up a bit more, if you want me to,' I tell her, stroking her fingers, wanting her to want me to. `Yeah, I do,' she says, smiling, her fingers opening my shirt, moving slowly as I cup her hands in mine. I nod, silent. She leans forward, strokes the tip of her nose along my neck, right where it joins my shoulder, then begins to nibble at it, softly at first, then harder, quickly reaching the point where a normal girl's skin would break. I moan, twisting, lifting up on my toes to press against her teeth. She shoves my shirt off my shoulders, her hands wrapping up and around my shoulder blades, and I shift my hands to her hips, soft moans escaping my lips as she contines to nibble at my neck, although biting furiously might be a better description. I sag, remembering the lovely look on her face, the day after she first tried this, as I convinced her jaw muscles to stop hurting. The way she quietly accepted my fussing over her in school, in public. She gives me one last tugging bite, then lets go, a soft smile on her face as she shoves me backwards onto her bed. Within moments she has me gasping, naked, and wet on her bed, shivering with the chill air on sweaty skin, `Close your eyes,' she tells me. `I know what it looks like,' I tell her. She blinks, surprised, `And you're OK with it?' `Yeah, it's just rubber, it's not a real,' pause, `Cat.' `If I'd known I'd be--' `Using it on an alurophobe?' I ask, smiling. `Something like that,' she says, fishing the item in question out of her drawer. The black straps contrast to the powder-blue silicone, cast in the shape of a cat, stretching against a tree. Within moments she is back, the strap-on bobbing slightly with her steps. I sit up on her bed, then drop to the floor on my knees, grabbing her hips in my hands. I look up at her, and smile softly at the confused expression on her face, then lean forward, and take the tip of her strap-on between my lips. `Oh,' she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, and sways. The silicone is tasteless, well, almost. I lick around the tip of it, then suck it partly into my mouth, just the first few centimeters. Her hands pull lightly at my hair, and I glance up, and there is a wonderfully open expression on her face, her pupils dialated. I draw back a little, still watching her watch me, then slip forward again, supressing my gag reflex with newly-learned skill, and watch her eyes widen as I slip most of her attachment into my mouth. I pull back once more, then slide it down my throat again, all the way until I can feel her belly with my nose, and she comes with a suddenness that surprises me, even as her muscles tense and I'm forced to hold her up so she doesn't fall. I pull back, letting her strap-on pop out of my mouth, `Wow, I guess I'm better than I thought,' I smile, cuddling her close as I pull both of us into the bed. `I,' she's crying again. `Oh no, I didn't want to make you cry,' I blink back tears of my own. Every time I try to do something for her, almost, I make her cry instead. `No, it's nice, I just never,' she trails off, kissing me firmly, her tongue slipping between my lips, playing with my teeth, and I feel a lot better about everything. `Never?' I prompt, when she lets me breathe again, her head dropping to rest on my shoulder. `Never thought I'd have a girl do that, let alone you.' She nuzzles my neck, her strap-on pressing against my thigh as she shifts. `Wasn't any trouble. I'd worried that I'd die of embarrassment if anyone noticed what I was up to when I was practicing with that banana, but no one did.' She laughs, a soft chuckle. `I had an excuse all ready, too. You know, Houdini, the escape artist?' She nods. `Well, he practiced with a potato on a string, learning how to keep things in his throat and bring them back up at will. Thought it would be useful, so I learned that, too.' She pulls back, and I smirk up at her. `You,' she tells me, then her hand slips down to cup my breast, `Are wonderful.' `Thanks,' I gasp, `Flattery will get you,' deep breath, release, `far.' `Good,' she says, shifting again, this time pressing herself between my legs. I gasp, the warmth of her delightful against my thighs and vulva, and almost ticklish against my pubic hair. I moan, rocking my hips against her belly, my legs wrapping around her waist, my hands around her shoulders, as she softly nibbles at my left breast. I clutch her to me, stopping at the slight squeek that reminds me that she isn't a martial artist, not even so far as Hinako. She slides forward over me a little more, and I reach down to guide the strap-on as it slips into me. She groans as she presses fully down against me. - `Hey,' Kodachi slips her arms around me, wrapping her hands around my belly. I cup her fingers, gently stroking them as she presses to my back. `Where's Ranma?' she asks, fingers twirling slowly around my belly-button. `She went over to visit Kasumi and her mom, then came back, and she's off with Nabiki.' `So, she'll be really tired tonight,' she kisses my neck. `Maybe not. She was quite squicked by whatever Kasumi and her mom were proposing.' `Hmm. You actually needed out here, or can I talk you into a little bit of sparring?' `I suppose,' I let go of her hands, and she pulls them back. `I'm gonna go spar for a little bit, OK?' I tell Obaba. `Sure, things are quiet, have fun,' she smiles at me, and Shanpuu waves a little bit before turning back to her cooking. Kodachi laughs, and drags me out the door. - `We,' I say softly, then kiss Nabiki on her temple, `really need to find you your own girlfriend.' `I'm OK with just a little bit of your time,' she says softly, hugging me tightly. `I'm not, you need someone who'll love you the way I love Akane or Kodachi, or Utchan. Someone who sees you as the most important person in the world.' `How do you manage that?' `Any of them are more important to me than anyone else in the world. I love all of them.' `Equally?' `Probably not, but I'd die to save any of them.' `And me?' `You too, probably,' I laugh, nuzzling her neck, `I think I'm that sort of person. I'm willing to give up time with anyone not part of my circle to be with anyone who is part of my circle, if they ask.' `And you think we should find me someone who'll drop anything to be with me?' `Seems a reasonable goal, doesn't it?' `How do you intend to do that? I've a well-known, and, perhaps, well-deserved, reputation as a bitch.' `Well, we could let it be known that you were such a bitch because you were trying to hide your orientation towards girls,' I trail off suggestively. She laughs, `I don't think so,' and a hand traces my waist, `I won't stop being a bitch because I come out, so . . . ' `But you've been such a bitch for so long that you can hardly change overnight.' `Any other ideas?' `Catch you someone who either doesn't find your bitchiness off-putting or someone from out of our area.' `Hmm, or both.' `Or both,' I pull back a little and smile at her, `What do you like in women?' `All sorts of things,' she smirks. `About women,' I growl. `Oh,' she makes a thinking face, `I like little ones, who are well-padded,' she squeezes my hip, `Strong, brave, cute, skilled,' she frowns, `Just like you.' `That could be a problem,' I smile up at her, `Since I'm quite taken, five being almost more than I can cope with, and I don't know of anyone as little, cute, and skilled as myself.' `Oh, how modest of you,' she tickles me a little. `Quite. If we could drop a couple of those requirements, or flex on them, we may be able to find someone, however.' `And how would we do that?' `I'm not sure. We could take you out dancing with us, and introduce you to a couple of the available women we know.' `Perhaps. And at least I'd get a chance to dance with you, right?' `Of course,' I shift, kissing her neck, `But that can happen later, right?' Her hands carress their way up my sides, then one slips down my belly and through my pubic hair, `Right.' - Kodachi manages to tag me, her foot brushing my face as I fade with the blow. My reply is forstalled by a sudden, upset shout, `SAOTOME! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY SHANPUU!!' Kodachi dodges his blow, with a grace she wouldn't have managed a few weeks earlier. She flips her hair back, out of her face, then yells back, `I AM NOT SAOTOME!' then, in a lower voice, `Not yet, anyway.' I laugh, `And I got Shanpuu first,' I call, strongly, towards the blind boy. He screams, `WHAT! PREPARE TO DIE!' and turns towards me, easily tracking me as I dodge noisily. I freeze, a small spattering of rocks continuing the direction I was going, and he follows. As he passes I kick him in the butt, hard, knocking him off his feet, and Kodachi presses the edge of a katana to his neck. `Move and die,' she tells him, while I watch the blade, wondering where it came from, where she hid it, and if she really would. `Nice trick,' I tell her. `Ranma taught me. It's a varient of hidden weapons, but I think it's a different school than Mousse uses,' she kicks him lightly, `Isn't it.' `Yes, I can feel it,' he says, squirming just a little bit, a tiny droplet of blood beading from his neck. `Your school is older, simpler to learn, but one cannot carry as much, hidden.' `I've seen Ranma vanish a small car, with this technique,' she says, putting the sword away in a simple move like she is returning it to a sheath at her belt, wiping the tiny bit of blood off with a clean, black rag, and then it is gone, both sword and rag. `Then he's refined it,' Mousse rolls over and sits up, his anger momentarily forgotten as Kodachi drags him firmly into a discussion of technique. - `So, when are we going dancing,' she asks, playing with my collar. `Soon, this weekend, perhaps?' `That would be nice.' `Then I'll try and make it happen,' I promise, then kiss her gently on the cheek. ; I walk out past Soun, who looks shell-shocked, still, despite the almost three weeks since he found out about my circle. I smile at him, and wonder about Nodoka's comment on his relationship with kusooyaji, and smile a little broader. Even if it isn't exactly true, it might explain some things. - Shanpuu drops down beside us, startled to see Kodachi and Mousse still deep in conversation about the esoteric details of hidden weapons styles. `What are they yatting about?' `Hidden weapons. Apparently Ranma's tought her something about it, and they've been chattering for the last hour, with the occasional demonstration,' I snort, `What's up?' `Finished my chores, and thought I'd see if we could do a little sparring.' `Bare handed?' `OK,' she steps back, and doesn't visibly tense. I don't visibly telegraph an attack. She doesn't visibly telegraph a block. - I settle quietly to a roof, watching them practice. Mousse and Kodachi seem to be getting along remarkably well, a slight clatter of weapons drifting up. Shanpuu, Akane, and Ukyou stand, facing each other, almost unmoving for minutes at a time, then flashing into furious motion. `What's up?' a soft voice asks from near the ground. `They're practicing,' I tell Hinako, then drop to the ground next to her. -* Day 29 -* `So,' I tell her, fighting back, once more, the urge to run. `So,' Kasumi says, then leans forward and kisses me. I enjoy the kiss for a moment, then break it, stepping back, `I,' I can say it, really, `am not going to participate.' `Too squicky?' Kasumi asks gently. `Much,' I look down. Kasumi pulls my chin up, and smiles at me, `That's OK, I was a little nervous about this also,' she leans back down and kisses me again. `Thank you,' I smile at her, `Tell Nodoka, OK?' `I will, eep!' she squeeks when I hug her tight, and I relax my grip a bit. - `So,' I ask Hinako, waving the little packet I've pulled from her fingers, `You really want to try it?' She smiles, a little weakly, `I don't know.' `Why not?' Ranma asks, her arms, suddenly, about Hinako's shoulders, `I'm willing if you are.' `Really?' Hinako asks, her eyes widening with shock as she whips her head around to look. `Yeah, I think so,' Ranma gives her a kiss. - `Hinako's not out yet?' Shanpuu asks me, as I kiss my way slowly down her shoulder, unbuttoning her shirt as I go. `Nope,' I manage, working the buttons on her pants loose. - Ranma's totally engrossed with Shanpuu, so I let myself relax into Kodachi's grasp, enjoying the play of her fingers over my skin. - `Can I join you?' The voice isn't familiar, but the presence is. `Sure, Hinako,' I tell her, jolting a little when she touches me, her fingers the wrong size as they curve across my ribs. `This OK?' the worry in her voice is plain. `Yes, please,' I let only my love for her into my voice, and none of the slight trepidation I feel about her current form. Her fingers trace over my back, down my waist, and cup my hips. I let myself press back against her, maintaining my arousal through firm conviction that this is my beloved Hinako, and firm denial about her shape. Her touch is a little softer than normal, her fingers longer, able to wrap about my hips and still brush my pubic hair. Her lips touch the back of my neck, soft, gentle, loving, familiar, and I relax. -* Day 30 -* I waggle my penis a little under the hot water, letting the shower clean under my foreskin, watching idlely. Shanpuu slips her arms about my waist, nibbling at my neck, `Ohayo, airen,' she murmers, then her hands are touching my penis, much less idlely. `Do we have,' gasp, `time for this?' `I checked. We do,' she reaches for my lips with her own. I twist to meet her, `Good.' - I bite my lip, wondering how I feel, how I should feel. Last night Shanpuu and Hinako completely monopolized her, and this morning . . . I watch for a moment as Ranma gently guides Shanpuu down onto his penis, the firm look of concentration on his face as he makes love to her, delaying his orgasm quite a bit longer than he ever does when he's a girl, the soft ecstatic look on Shanpuu's face. She definately doesn't mind guys. Ranma I was pretty sure did, but she sure didn't complain last night. After an interminable time, Ranma comes, his face softening, Shanpuu draping herself across his chest. His arms wrap around her tightly, and I turn away, walking blindly from the room, right into Utchan. `Hey, you OK?' she asks. `Fine. Ranma and Shanpuu are probably still a little busy in there.' `Oh, that's what's got you out of sorts, isn't it?' `I don't care what they do with each other--' `You just want them to do some of it with you,' she cuts me off. `Yesterday she told Kasumi no about their little game. I think she's going to be trying to simplify things for the next little while, detaching from some of her secondaries. `I think she'll be wanting you arround more than normal, so why don't you join them?' `OK, I guess I will,' I smile at her, `Thanks,' and give her a kiss. `'Tis my job, as one of your primaries,' she smiles back, oh so cute, and I can't resist pressing myself up against her firmly, enjoying the feel, soft layers of fat over hard muscle. She hugs me, hard, then turns me and pushes me towards the door, `I'll take a shower later.' Shanpuu and Ranma are in the furo, having washed off again, I assume. Ranma gets out to wash my back, scrubbing me quickly before kissing her way up my spine. `You weren't using a condom, earlier,' I gasp, as she cups my breasts in her hands, nibbling at my ear. `No,' she says, her voice strange, `We weren't, were we?' she looks over at Shanpuu. `Nope, we didn't.' `Last night? Did Hinako?' `No. Why are you . . . ' she pauses, `Oh.' `Yeah. Oh. We'll know soon enough, I suspect.' `Know what?' I ask. Ranma just looks at me like I'm dumber than grass. I start to get angry, and then it hits me upside the head, `Know if either of you is pregnant.' `Pin-pon,' Ranma says, sounding remarkably grim. `People don't just get pregnant. The timing has to be right,' Ranma raises an eyebrow, `Oh.' `Yep. Oh.' `Girl's most likely to forget contraception,' she glances at me to make sure she got the word right, so I nod, `when most needs it. Suck.' That would really put a strain on things. Money should be fine -- we've got enough incomes, and a couple of those are good, rather than just decent. Emotional strain, social strain, that's likely to really put us in the pinch. Particularly since it'll hit right as the initial glow wears off. I twist around in Ranma's arms, and hug her tightly, `Get over here,' I say softly. Shanpuu wraps her arms around us both, and I relax my grip just a little bit. -* Day 90 -* `Well,' I say, looking at the two of them, `What's the verdict?' `We're both pregnant,' Ranma says bluntly. `Well,' I say, then just gather them into a hug. `Thank you,' Ranma says, tears wetting my cheek where hers is pressed to it. Utchan had to work this afternoon, or she'd be here. Kodachi couldn't stay -- she said she had to leave, or she'd freak. She's outside, with Hinako. -* `Where are the others?' I ask. `Outside. Kodachi said something about a panic attack, then fled.' `Shit,' I say, then wiggle free, speaking over my shoulder, `You do remember that she had been inpatient for a while, when she was younger, right?' Akane blinks, `What?' `Her pop put her in the loony bin when she was twelve. They fucked with her pretty good before they realized she'd been sane when they started.' `Did she tell you this?' `No, she let me read her medical records.' `Oh,' She says, an awed look on her face for some reason. -* Day 254 -* `Come here,' Hinako tells me, then closes the door of her office behind us. I'm a little amazed no one has figured out that we're . . . involved, yet. She sits on her desk, then gathers me into her arms, only a little shorter than I am now, so I don't tower over her so badly when she holds me in her lap. She strokes my hair and murmors soft, sweet nothings in my ears, my huge belly awkwardly inconvienient. I let her support me, nuzzle against her neck, and relax for the first time since school began for the day. -* Day 316 -* `Hey, cuteness,' I tell the baby, who's awake in Shanpuu's arms, a content, just-fed smile on her face. Blurry eyes try to focus on me, and undeveloped neck muscles attempt to track my movements. `Not even a week old, and already trying so hard. Stubborn, just like her mama,' Kodachi says, smiling, then tickles her under her chin. A delighted giggle escapes the baby, and Kodachi gives her mother a kiss. -* `But,' Hinako says, trying to argue. `We'll worry about that if it happens. There's no idication that your illness was hereditary, so until something actual happens to cause us to worry, I refuse to let you worry about our daughter. You got me?' I tell her firmly, the focus of our arguement suckling greedily at my breast. `Yes, dear,' she says, still looking like she wants to argue. `Is she still worrying about passing some nastyness to our children?' Utchan asks, wrapping her arms around Hinako. `Yes,' we both say. `We found your records, remember? It really seems like it was something viral.' `You think,' Hinako tells her, but relaxes anyway. -* Day 320 -* Akane protests, `But the Doctor said,' I cut her off, `Who are you going to trust, a male Doctor who's never really treated me, or your midwife?' `But,' I kiss her, stroking her sides with my hands, `Who?' `You,' she says, finally touching me back. `Good.' -* Day 937 -* I look at the others, `I know we've discussed this before. We're all in college, we're stable, financially, and I want a baby of my own.' `OK,' Ranma says, Megumi and Rin in her lap, squirming a little with the impatience of being two. `So,' Hinako says, `Who, and when?' `That's a little blunt,' Kodachi smiles, reducing the sting of her words. `I don't really,' I pause, hunting for the words, `I don't want to choose. I love all of you, and . . . ' `Kodachi or Utchan,' Shanpuu says, draping her arms around me with a smile. `Why?' `Genetic diversity. For maximum effect that'd take one child by each of the others each, but I don't think we can afford it, or really want it, either, but,' she kisses me on the cheek, `We should try for the broadest possible gene pool in the children. Makes for less chance of,' she pauses, I cut her off, `OK, I get the picture,' not that I want to, but. I look at the named two, `How do you feel about it?' `I'm willing,' Kodachi says. `I'll do it, if you really want,' Utchan says. -* Day 941 -* I'm not surprised that Akane brought it up right when it is most . . . enticing. Gyeh. We'll know in a while if it worked. I shake my head, apalled at the mechanical turn of my thoughts. -* Day 1000 -* Akane's pregnant. So's Utchan. Utchan's turned a rather sickly green when she figured that out. `Who?' Shanpuu asks. `Me,' Kodachi says, `Most likely. Remember the first night?' Akane nods, and Utchan recovers her normal color. `Right,' she says, `I started out as a girl while you were a guy, and we both,' Akane clamps her hands over Utchan's mouth, `Hey! It's one thing when they were participating, but quite another when they weren't!' she protests, as red as my favorite shirts. -* I can't believe she was going to tell them all about it. It's like a porn novel or something. No. I let her go when she starts licking my fingers. -* Day 2500 -* We're at the pond, feeding the fish. `Saotome Ranma?' a suited man asks, holding out a business card. `That's me,' I take the card, Megumi peering over my shoulder at it, `Matsumoto-san, what can I do for the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs?' `I'm recruiting for,' he pauses, `Matters of National Security. Could I take you, and your family, to lunch to discuss this?' Me, and the family. Hmm, how much does he know? `That's very generous. How does Sunday sound? Hinako has work the rest of the week.' `That would be fine. I hope you can find a sitter, since this will be a matter for adults. I look forward to seeing the six of you.' That would be a lot, then. -* Day 2505 -* The girls wait, impatiently, as the cakes are brought out. `The song!' Rin demands, her pale magenta hair bouncing as she wiggles, expectant. `OK! This is not the normal birthday-song,' I tell the guests, `but I'll say a line, and then we'll sing it, OK?' `OK!' the small horde of children says. `Doom and gloom and dark despair.' `Doom and gloom and dark despair,' everyone sings, managing the English words with more or less finesse. `People dying everywhere.' `People dying everywhere!' Rin and Megumi, being the birthday girls, and having sung it before, sing loudest of the children. The adults sing along to humor me, I think. `Happy Birthday.' `Happy Birthday,' The girls manage to drop their voices quite a bit. `Happy Birthday.' `Happy Birthday.' `May the cities in your wake.' `May the cities in your wake.' `Burn like candles on your cake.' `Burn like candles on your cake.' `Happy Birthday. Ungh.' `Happy Birthday. Ungh!' The girls call out the groan loudly. `Now you've reached the age you are.' `Now you've reached the age you are.' `Your demise it can't be far.' `Your demise it can't be far.' `Happy Birthday, Ungh.' `Happy Birthday, Ungh!' `OK, now blow out the candles!' Kodachi gushes, almost as excited as the girls. Each girl takes a deep breath, and blows their candles out in a single puff. The rest of the party is spent eating cake, playing silly games, and listening to the girls tell their friends about the birthday song. `Yep. Isn't it cool? The first one was just "Otanjoubi omedetou, otanjoubi omedetou, Megumi-chan otanjoubi omedetou," only in English. This one is much better,' Megumi is saying seriously. Akane meets my smile over Megumi's head, and smiles herself. -* Day 2506 -* It's a very nice steak restraunt. Whatever this job they're offering Ranma is, they must want her really bad. We get the girlfriend menus, without prices. Ranma smiles at that, and reads carefully. Kodachi's brought us here before, though, so I know about what the prices are, and what I want. `What was it you had last time?' Utchan asks me. `The New York Strip?' `Yeah! That's what I want today.' Hinako and Shanpuu both fold their menus at the same time. Kodachi smiles, tapping hers with her knuckles. Matsumoto-san has his folded already. -* There it is. Haven't tried that, yet. Decided, I fold my menu. The waiter takes it as a signal, and comes up to take our orders. -* The food consumed, in Ranma's case, anyway, and the rest of us have made a big dent in ours, Matsumoto-san brings up what brought us here. `As you know, we've been having . . . incidents,' he pauses, takes another bite of his steak, `beyond the ability of the police to deal with.' We all nod, having dealt with a few of them, monsters, terrorists, martial artists. `The Japanese government has created a special branch of the Secret Police to deal with them.' `And you want us to join?' `In so many words, yes. You've finished college, and we hope you will be willing to get paid to do what you have been doing already.' -* `Get into fights and destroy things?' I ask, with a smile. He chuckles a little, `Keep people from getting hurt.' `I,' I stress the word, `Might be interested,' it might interfere with teaching the Art, but I don't think I could make a living at that, anyway. No patience with people who won't put in the effort it needs. Who don't practice every morning and evening, whether they need it or not, and all of my students need it. I've got a few who give it what it needs, but they can't afford to support the Doujo themselves. `We'd like as many of you as we can get. Seperately, any of you is more powerful than an infantry company. Together, you are . . . ' he trails off, `Impressivly strong.' -* `I've got a job lined up,' I say, `Systems Administration for TouDai.' `We'll pay half again what they are offering, and we can arrange things so that you can work for TouDai, but when we need you you can cut and run.' `Nice,' I say, impressed. TouDai offered me a really good salary for a new graduate, with promises of increased pay with time. It doesn't hurt that I've been doing the job for the last few years. -* `So,' I ask him, `Are you going to just hire us and let us muddle things out on our own, or are we going to need some sort of training?' `Some training. Working with the Interior Ministry systems, protocols, equipment. More forensics. Police Academy stuff. About three months, all told.' `Sold,' Akane says. `I, as well,' Kodachi says. `Guess I'm in,' I say. `Might as well,' Shanpuu says. He looks to Utchan and Hinako. Utchan shakes her head, `I've got my shop. It's,' she pauses, `My Art requrires it. It takes much of my time.' `That's rather what we expected,' he says, but sounds a little disappointed. `If we can work it around my school duties,' Hinako says. He nods, `That's more than we'd hoped.' -* Day 2560 -* I shake myself, roll to my feet, and smile at my sparring partner. The plant-creature smiles back, his magatama glowing slightly. We don't have to sleep in dorms, because of our skill level, and the fact that we've four children between the six of us, but we do have to arrive before the sun, and don't get off until five or so in the evening. We're about halfway through. `OK, did you see that?' I ask the class, who we're demonstrating for. -* Day 2709 -* It's been quiet so far, since we recieved our badges. It's starting to make me worry. My cel-phone rings, `Incident in progress, Juuban, Minato-ku,' the dispatcher tells me. `Details?' I ask, glad that the kids are with Utchan. -* I drop to the street in front of the shop, the aura of wrongness having guided me the last few blocks. I don't see what's wrong for a moment, then a young girl appears, in a very short skirt, and confronts the shopkeep. The shopkeep transforms into a monster, and that clears it all up. We double-team it, and I shoot it once, just to make sure. It's bulletproof, but that distracts it from the girl in the short skirt. She gets some advice from someone I don't see, and fires off some sort of ki attack. The monster turns to dust. I turn to the girl, `Hello,' I produce a card, `Saotome Ranma, Japanese Secret Police, section four.' `Um, Sailor Moon,' she tells me. `If you could just fill out this superhero registration form for me,' I produce the form, along with a clipboard and pen. She looks flustered, but takes them. `You don't need to give me your real name and address, but it will help me to bring you your permits.' `Permits?' she asks, looking confused. `Yes, they'll allow you official aide whenever you feel you need it, and a small stipend.' `Stipend?' she asks. `Yes, the government has decided that the more time the magical girls and other superheroes can spend fighting monsters the better, so, while not extravagant, it should be enough to live on.' `Wow,' she says, and smiles at me, `That's nice. I live with my folks, though, so . . . ' `It will accumulate in your account, anyway.' She finishes the form, and I notice that she's given a name and address. `Thank you, Tsukino-san. Here's your temporary badge and a cel-phone, so that we can contact you at need.' She takes them and bows, `Thank you!' she says, `Is it OK if I use it for personal business?' `They expect you to. Don't worry, they tell me they don't bug them.' `Thanks,' she smiles, `I'll remember that,' and her tone tells me she got the hint. -* Day 2802 -* I look at the group clustered around us, section four personel, the Sailor Senshi, and a few other registered superheroes, all of the normal people sweltering in arctic gear. We pack tight, and the Senshi form a ring around us. A few words, and we're there, spreading out over the snow and ice. -* Ranma's smiling, pounding the monster. The monster doesn't seem to be feeling it much, but she's not attacking anyone else, so. I wipe monster-blood off my katana, and look around for another. - Kodachi's arm is bleeding, and Ranma's hovering anxiously, applying pressure to the wound. That's the worst of the injuries on our side. The enemy leaders are dead, having proven not to be immune to hand grenades. Sailor Moon managed to turn one of them, and they, along with most of the rest of the assult force, are looking for the magical creature responcible for most of this mess, a being known as Queen Metallia. There is an immense boom from down the hall. My heart rises into my throat, and I can't prevent the terrified squeek that preceeds it, `Shanpuu!' `Hinako!' Ranma and Kodachi are on their feet, bandaged arm forgotten as they race toward the explosion. Instants later, I reach the edge of the dust cloud, and Ranma, Shanpuu, Hinako, and Kodachi stumble out. I hug them all. `Everyone OK?' Sailor Moon coughs from a little ways off. A chorus of `Yes' and `I'm fine' is heard. `Mars!' Sailor Moon yells, worried. `Here!' the other girl calls back. `Good.' -* Aside from Shanpuu almost killing me with a heart attack, Kodachi's wound is the worst of the raid. I'm damned happy about that. The girls are gonna love the stories about this. -* FIN --- log: 2000 Spring and early Summer: involuntary plotting. 2000 July 29: started. 2000 August 13-15: A bit more 2000 Sept: continued 2000 December 2: bit more 2000 December 3: bit more 2001 January 8: itsy bit. 2001 April 24: Three whole lines! and a bit of editting 2001 October 24: a little more! Need to get through this scene, and then I can go on, finally. 2001 November 16: gyeh, this is really dragging. ah well. 2001 November 20: skipped the end, I should get back to it later, and jumped to the next day. 2002 September 24: just a tiny bit. 2002 November 17: finished the beast. What'd'ya think? Need to finish that FIXMEd lemon scene, still 2002 November 26: tiny edits. 2003 March 29: tiny edits.