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Disclaimer: Ranma ½ and its characters and settings belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Kitty, and Viz Video.

Foreword: I make no aspirations that this anything other than a gratuitous OOC-PWP (Plot, What Plot?) lemon, which is all it is intended to be. It has all the redeeming qualities typical of hardcore porn. So, after having been warned, if you still feel up to it, continue on at your own risk.

As with the others of this series, this is definitely not canon Shampoo 1/2 universe stuff. It plays off the hentaiverse Jim Bader created in his “Realties” series. It's also not meant to be taken seriously in the slightest. It's just an excuse for some lemony fun. Events in this story take place three months after 'High Stakes,' and about a month after “Taking One From The Team”. Here we have Ranma finally dropping by to have some fun of his own as well with the younger generation.

Special thanks to TH Tiger for looking this over.

-Lemon Warning-

Sentaro Yagyu watched in approval as the last member of the group slid into the room and took a seat with the others. He surveyed the scene with pleasure. The two dozen men were dressed in identical midnight black outfits, faces masked so that only their eyes confirmed there were men of flesh and blood inside the uniforms. The only way to tell one ninja from another was by the bright neon numbers that were taped to their chests and backs. It was a scene that would strike fear into the hearts of those that would oppose them.

Now that everyone was present, the meeting could finally begin. He stood at the forefront, commanding their attention. "Greetings, my fellow shadowy members of the night. We are gathered here today to go over the plan which will enable us to finally gain revenge on the one we seek."

There were nods of approval from the members. Seeing he had their complete attention, he continued his speech. "While it is true that several unexpected setbacks have forced us to relocate to this secret underground headquarters, this is but a temporary setback. Operation Get Revenge on the Saotomes has commenced. It required using the last of our funds, but everything is in place. Nothing can stop us now. Nothing!"

A voice from above shouted, "Sentaro, what are you doing down there?"

"Nothing, Mother!"

"Are those idiot friends of yours down there with you?!"

It was time to use his ninja skills to fool her. "How many time do I have to tell you, we're just an inconspicuous Astronomy Club that's spending its time stargazing!"

"In a basement?!"

Shoot. He hadn't thought of that. "We'll be done soon!"

A ninja with the number '9' on his outfit said, "Dude, we really need a new base of operations."

Sentaro smirked in confidence, an effect that was complete lost due to the mask he was wearing. "Once our plan succeeds, we'll have all the money we'll need." He turned to number 20. "Yoji, did you send out the material?"

Number 20 pulled out a Post Office receipt. "The letter of award, along with tickets and reservations, was sent like you said. 1120 Takahashi Road."

"You mean 1120 Takahashi Lane." Sentaro corrected.

Number 20 read the bill. "No, 1120 Takahashi Road."

Sentaro slapped his forehead. "It was supposed to be 1120 Takahashi Lane, you moron! Those were the only tickets we could afford to buy. Now how are we supposed to lure the Saotome brat into our trap?"

The group released a collective sigh.

Ranma entered the "Drunken Master' bar with his typical swagger, the dim lighting a stark contrast to the noonday sun hanging in the sky. The smell of beer, alcoholic beverages, as well as some more exotic drinks, hung in the air and made his nose twitch. Despite the somewhat seedy appearance to the casual eye, the bar was actually a nice place. It served as a hang out for martial artists, and Ranma Saotome was well known by all the occupants in the place as one of the most powerful in Japan, if not the world.

An old acquaintance had sent word that he had uncovered information that he thought might interest Ranma. News like that made him eager to find out what it was. Shampoo had been out of town for over a week visiting her mother in Hong Kong (since the village was off limits for Shampoo on pain of death, thanks to Perfume). It was for some sort of Amazon ritual that was a private matter between mother and daughter. Evidently every female warrior of the tribe underwent it and no men were allowed. Ranma accepted his prohibition without complaint, largely because Comb still disliked him as much as his own mother disliked Shampoo. Years had not mellowed the relationship between spouses and in-laws very much, but there were civil around one another when Silver tagged along. Shampoo's absence left Ranma alone for a while, and without his wife around, or some problem falling into his lap, he was left in an extremely bored state. Boredom was the one enemy he hated more than anything else.

Several of the patrons of the bar looked up from their cups and waved in recognition at Ranma. He politely waved back. No one would cause him problems, and he never tried to get on anyone's bad side. Even the rivals that hung out here tended to be friendly. Oh, they still wanted to defeat Ranma in fair combat, but the emphasis was on fair, and not in the bar. It was neutral ground with a strict no-fighting policy, and it was observed with a fanatic zeal. Fighting rings and back alleys were where combat took place. Here, one came to relax and kick back a few in peace and quiet.

It took a moment for Ranma's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He spotted the person he was looking for almost instantly, because the man in question was waving at him and ushering him toward the small table in the back he sat at. It was in a quiet corner of the bar, and would ensure a bit of privacy.

Ranma approached, accepting the offered seat. "How you doing, Joe?"

"Okay," Joe Higashi answered, then called a waitress over and ordered them drinks.

Ranma looked the man over. He hadn't seen Joe for a few months. He was as Ranma remembered him, big and powerful, though a bit on the easy going side. And there was a bit of a dim glow to the guy that reminded Ranma of a sharper version of Ryouga. He was an okay fellow, and a good guy to fight at one's side, but more of an acquaintance than a friend.

He had met the fighter during a few tournaments about a decade ago, Ranma defeating him in some hard fought battles. He was an upper level fighter that had earned Ranma's respect. It wasn't really surprising, considering some of the more famous company he kept. Ranma had encountered all of them at one time or another during his and his wife's travels. Ranma didn't hold it against him, though, as Joe wasn't like most of his friends. While Terry Bogard was an okay fellow, if a bit too much of a loner, it was Andy 'Mr. Personality' Bogard that caused Ranma so much irritation. There was something about the human equivalent to white noise that rubbed Ranma wrong, as well as the fact he had actually managed to defeat Ranma occasionally in the course of their encounters (rare occasions, Ranma assured himself, and the majority of those from luck). The two never got along, even when circumstances beyond their control forced them to work together, and even after so many years, it was unlikely they ever would.

Things were equally as bad on Shampoo's front as she and Andy's wife, Mai (whom Shampoo had nicknamed 'Independent Dual-Suspension Ninja Slut') got along about as well as a ferret would with a rabbit covered in bacon grease. Part of that was because Mai did have the advantage in the beginning of their fights, though Shampoo had caught up to the girl after a couple of years so now they split their fights evenly. The two would exchange either glares, insults, or fists when coming into contact with one another. It was nothing lethal, whatever disagreements Ranma had with the couple, they were basically good people, but at the same time neither group went out of their way to try to get along with the other. It did keep things interesting, Ranma had to admit.

The rivalry hadn't spread to the next generation. At least mostly. The Bogards' twin girls (Andrea and Theresa: now there was some originality) were the same age as Silver and seemed to get along fairly well the few times they met. There seemed to be something else going on. When Ranma pressed his daughter about what they did together, she would become evasive and change the subject. The few times he had tried pressing the issue, Shampoo made him stop, saying Silver was entitled to her privacy, and knowing their daughter, it was probably best they didn't know. It allowed them to sleep easier.

Ranma turned his thoughts away from the subject and back to the reason he was here. "So, what did you want to tell me?" Ranma assumed it was something about the Bogards. Maybe they were in trouble and Joe wanted Ranma to help bail them out. He would agree, partially because it would be the right thing to do, but mostly because he could rub it in Andy's face.

The drinks arrived. Joe thanked the waitress, patting her bottom as she left, then lowered his voice. "I heard some stuff recently. You've had some run-ins with 'The Torso' right?"

Ranma rolled his eyes. Those idiots. The Torso was a group of young, perverted, slacker ninjas with a god-awful name (Because all the cool names, like 'The Hand' and 'The Foot' had already been taken). Mostly incompetent, they gave respectable ninjas a bad name. Worse, they had a reputation for being perverts, almost like a watered down version of Happosai. They had bothered and harassed Ranma and his wife on a handful of occasions. They were an annoyance, like a pebble in one's shoe, not a legitimate threat to anyone who had a true measure of skill.

"What about them?" Ranma asked.

"I ran into a group of the twits a while back. I was able to handle them easily, of course, but I heard them mention they were getting ready to hatch some scheme against you."

Ranma gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "Like they're any trouble. I'll wipe the floor with them with one hand tied behind my back." And he meant it literally. It wouldn't make things challenging, but at least it could be interesting.

"Actually, I think they are going to get at you through your daughter."

Ranma stiffened. That changed things. While the goofballs were incompetent to the extreme, and Silver should have been able to defeat them with ease, there was a chance they might have a trick up their sleeve that might cause her some difficulties. He'd have to keep a close eye out for any trouble. It shouldn't have been any problem. It wasn't like the entire organization could make Ranma break a sweat.

Then it hit him. Silver wasn't going to be around this weekend. His daughter's friend, Ryo 'Monster' Hibiki had won a contest in which the grand prize was a trip for three to a hot spring in Hokkaido, and he invited Silver and Yuriko to go along. That hadn't set well with Akira, who paid for a ticket and room of his own to make the group a foursome.

Ranma had not been enthusiastic about Silver running off with a couple of guys, but after their little weekend of debauchery at the beach, his leverage was pretty much shot to hell. While Shampoo had helped convinced him (through much bludgeoning) to accept his daughter was now old enough to engage in relationships on her own and do what she liked, she was still 'Daddy's little girl' to him. Well, maybe not so little given some of things she had done with Ai and Ukyou. But he couldn't help feeling somewhat protective, especially since there were boys around. With girls, it was different. He actually felt some kind of fatherly pride when Silver scored with them, even if she was technically a girl. But her being alone with guys made him a little uneasy. At least she was traveling around with Akira and Ryo. He approved of their parents, so there was that consolation if she hooked up with either of them. But he wasn't quite ready to see his daughter run off and marry some guy. Not yet. Maybe in another ten years or so.

Now his concerns were compounded with the knowledge that the Torso might be after Silver. It was his responsibility as a parent to look out of his daughter's well being. However, if he mentioned his desire to watch over her, she'd get as loud and boisterous as her mother and complain about how she could take care of herself and didn't need her 'Old Man' looking over her shoulder like she was still a six-year old crossing the street. Ranma would have been perfectly content if she had remained six her entire life. Teenagers were a constant headache and source of worry, and they only got worse with each passing year. It was times like these he was glad he only had one to worry about. Another would have given him ulcers.

Knowing what his daughter's reaction would be to him trying to do his duty as a responsible parent, Ranma decided to keep the information to himself and secretly tag along. And if the Torso popped up, he'd take care of them on his own.

Besides, he was going insane with boredom at home. Going to a hot spring and trailing his daughter while stalking a band of ninjas sounded fun. He hoped they would attack, just to make things interesting.

Twenty-four hours later found Ranma-chan riding on the train that her sole progeny and friends were taking. She followed them at a discreet distance, not that she had any fear of them noticing her. She had disguised herself by dying her hair blonde and donning a pair of glasses. She had chosen uncharacteristically female clothing. She wore a tight blouse that showed off her bountiful bosom, as well as a skirt that flaunted her trim, athletic legs. There was no way they could recognize her behind such an impenetrable disguise. Though she was calling attention to herself. But then that always happened. She was too attractive not to.

Ranma-chan felt an extreme amount of pride at her female body. While she was still petite for a woman, having only grown a couple of centimeters in height since first gaining her female body, the same could not be said for the rest of her. Her dimensions had changed, going from the merely girlish of her youth to the outright womanly proportions she now possessed. She was especially proud of her breasts (which had grown more than her height) and like Shampoo, didn't have the least bit of sag, thanks to her gender changing not giving gravity the chance to take its toll. On her smaller frame, they appeared larger than they really were, and made her look really stacked. It was one of the reasons she specialized in modeling brassieres when she modeled on the side for some extra cash. Well, that and she had never grasped the concept of 'feminine modesty'.

Her feminine features had also remained soft, and that, in combination with her height, made people think she was ten years younger than she really was. With her assets added to the mix, that meant getting hit on by lots of men, unless Shampoo was around her as a guy. When they went out in public in their cursed forms, Shampoo-kun had mastered the art of giving off vibes that said, "She's mine. Look at her funny and you die in pain." But when they went out as girls, or when she was alone, Ranma-chan had to practically beat off her admirers. She had been hit on three times before boarding the train already, and they hadn't left the station yet.

Luckily, none of the guys had been too persistent. It made sticking to her mission plan easier. She followed her daughter and three companions discretely until they took their seats in the passenger car. The journey would only take a handful of hours, so there was no need for them to seek their own compartment. That would make tailing them easier.

There was also little fear the quartet would sense Ranma-chan watching, them, since many of the occupants of the car were openly staring. It wasn't surprising. They made quite the interesting sight. First there was Ryo 'Monster' Hibiki, all six foot three, two hundred and eighty solid pounds of muscle of him. He was by far the tallest and broadest man in sight, and probably the largest many of the people had seen period. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt that showed off his enormous biceps and chiseled form. Ranma could tell the youth's raw strength that surpassed even his father's prodigious strength. He could conceivably be more powerful than Lime, though from what Silver said his martial arts skills were not that great. While he could handle any regular foe, most upper level fighters could defeat him with superior speed and skill.

Across from Ryo was Akira Tendou, who drew the admiring stares of many of the women in the car. He wore a collared short-sleeved shirt and pair of pants that, while nowhere near as tight as Ryo's shirt, were not so baggy as to hide his own well-muscled body, though it paled in comparison to Ryo's massive form. Not that any of the women seemed to care, young and old alike. Their eyes were riveted to his handsome face, which sort of resembled a younger Shampoo-kun. Ranma-chan hadn't really noticed the resemblance until Akira let his hair grow long, like Shampoo-kun's was. It was an odd coincidence, to be sure. Fortunately, for Akira, he didn't have to physically beat off his admirers. Of course, even if he was attacked by a bunch of women eager to date him, Silver would probably have been the one doing the beating. She was territorial about girls that approached Akira, except for Yuriko, since she was Akira's girlfriend and represented what Ranma-chan thought was a three-way between the trio, though he wasn't sure. She thought her daughter might have had someone else on the side, but hadn't delved too deeply for fear of alienating Silver. It was her business. If she was involved with someone else, she'd let him know, eventually.

As to the girl in question, Silver was drawing some stares of her own, seated next to Ryo. As always, his daughter's attractive features drew more than a passing glance from men (though Ranma-chan would have been quick to point out she was better-looking than her daughter). What was attracting much of the attention was her choice of clothing: a skimpy white tee-shirt, sans bra. Of course, none of the cursed Saotomes bothered with such things, since they got in the way when one turned into a guy. The darker areolas showed slightly through Silver's sheer material, and many of the men had taken notice. It irritated Ranma-chan a bit. The girl could have worn something other than a white shirt. And the leers many of the guys were shooting her way made the woman want to stand up and beat the crap out of them.

The last member of the quartet drew as many stares from the guys as Silver. Yuriko Kuonji wore a white and blue sundress. However, the dress was at least one size too short, given the remarkable amount of cleavage that was showing and that the bottom didn't stop all that far from her rear end. Judging by the way her nipples were poking through the material, she too had elected to go without a bra, though her dress was thicker and the color of her nipples not evident. Ranma-chan knew what they looked like having gotten up close and personal with Yuriko's impressive chest during the beach vacation. Although Ranma-chan hadn't had all that much time to examine them, since she had arrived there a day late, and Shampoo had been so attached to her 'Little Slut' that the redhead had practically been forced to use a pry bar to get his wife's cursed equipment out of the girl long enough to let her work the blonde over. And then the next day Akira had come along, having been called in by Silver, making her busy on another front in a very different manner.

Ranma-chan blushed slightly as she remembered those events from that day….

Seated next to Yuriko, Akira felt the train begin to move. Despite the fact he was going on vacation with both his official and unofficial girlfriends to a hot spring where they were more probably going to indulge in a lot of sex, he was not particularly happy. The source of his displeasure was the presence of the huge man sitting next to Silver. Ryo shifted uncomfortably, though still took an obvious delight at his companion as he stole glances at Silver, who was too busy drinking some kind of fruit juice she had purchased from a vending machine before arriving to notice the stares Ryo was directing at her.

He also didn't care for the shy glances Ryo was getting from the girl sitting next to Akira. Yuriko was supposed to be his girlfriend. He did know she had a crush on Ryo before the two of them had become a couple (thanks to Silver's little plan the day he had taken the girls and Hinako to the private beach), but he had also assumed Yuriko was over the infatuation. Evidently that was not the case, since there was no mistaking the attraction Yuriko was showing, even if she was trying to be subtle about it.

It was a good thing Akira had decided to invite himself along on the trip to the hot springs. Left alone with a large fellow like Ryo, the girls might have been tempted into doing something if he hit on them. They weren't exactly the most staid of women either. There was no way he would leave his women alone with the oversized lug.

While Akira had no doubts both girls loved him, Yuriko had become more demanding, especially sexually, since the little family orgy that had been disguised as a vacation. Actually, Yuriko had changed a great deal since that time three months ago.

On the positive side, she was far less reserved now and nowhere near as uptight as she used to be. The word 'pervert' never passed from her lips the way it used to when referring to Silver and some of her antics. Back then, even when he and Yuriko went on dates, he was under the impression that there were times she wanted to do things, but refrained from saying them. She wouldn't open up, not completely. She seemed too afraid of saying the wrong thing, not understanding that Akira wanted her to be herself instead of pretending to be the 'perfect girlfriend' for his benefit. She also seemed to express guilt about the three way relationship between them. Admittedly, it was highly unusual, but Akira loved both his partners, and he knew Silver felt the same way. He was convinced Yuriko did too, though she was so determined to be unlike her parents she would proclaim 'I am not a lesbian!' so loudly that sometimes it bothered even Silver.

After that weekend, Yuriko changed. Now she accepted everything without reservation and complaint, and proved to be an even more loving individual than before. She smiled much more often, and was much more at ease with both herself and her life around her. He adored that new smile of hers.

There were some drawbacks with her newfound comfort. She had unquestionably become more demanding and higher maintenance. Since she was finally able to fully accept the three way relationship, she wanted what she felt was the appropriate amount of attention from her two lovers. And if she felt she wasn't getting enough, well, whereas before any guys hitting on her were fended off with a militant "Buzz off, jerk!" now she seemed to accept the attention. Not that she jumped into the sack with any of them, just that she didn't feel it inappropriate that they flirted with her. Akira had showered her with extra attention, since he felt he might have held back a bit in the past, and she certainly reciprocated, but it meant putting in a good bit of extra effort he hadn't anticipated needing. Still, he now loved the girl, and knew she was worth it.

The other, more problematic, change with Yuriko was her sexual appetite. When they used to go out on dates, things just seemed to happen. Now she unquestionably wanted serviced very regularly. In the beginning it was great, as she was far less inhibited than before. But lately, Akira was finding it hard to keep up with her. Luckily, with Silver-kun pitching it, Yuriko seemed to be happy and satiated. But he was beginning to seriously doubt he could keep up with her on his own.

Even Silver had privately admitted she was surprised at how much sex Yuriko wanted. She wasn't even complaining when they got it on as girls. Naturally, Silver claimed she could handle Yuriko all on her own if she had to, but Akira, ever able to read the girl like an open book, could tell she had serious doubts about the statement. Akira did not intend to demand Yuriko cut back, it was obvious she was happier than before, and he didn't believe she was doing it just to wear him and Silver out. It was simply a new facet of her personality he was going to have to adjust to. He might not have been Silver, but he had his pride, and he would sooner become a eunuch than have Yuriko leave him on the basis he couldn't satisfy her.

And as to Silver being with Ryo this weekend… well, that was best summed up by saying, 'She was Silver'. While it had been mostly girls she had fooled around with, and she did have Hinako in a very unconventional relationship to satisfy some of her urges, she didn't get cock from anyone other than Akira, and she might have been tempted to try some of Ryo's just for a little variation in her diet. Akira thought he could probably demand she keep away from guys, he was the one person whom she would let 'crack the whip' on her, but that wasn't his style and he didn't want to earn her ire. Besides, as much as he loved the girl, she was very much a free spirit when it came to sex. While she had pretty much settled down in the four way thing with him, Yuriko, and Hinako, he wasn't completely convinced she wouldn't want to grab a little more if the opportunity presented itself.

Both girls were easily tempted, too easily for his taste, but it was an inherent part of their personalities, something Akira was going to have to learn to live with if he wanted to stay in the relationship, which was like a dream come true to any male that had a heterosexual thought in his life. He's just have to keep them from ending up tempted.

Temptation had certainly been what Ryo had tried to engineer. Akira hadn't fallen for his 'big gullible lug' routine. He was fairly certain the guy knew how to entice girls into the sack, and that had been his plans for Silver. Originally, when he had first won the trip to the hot spring, he had only invited Silver. Luckily she had discovered it was trip for three, so she insisted Yuriko go along. Since Yuriko and Akira were openly a couple, that made it easy for him to invite himself along. Akira would keep a close on Ryo from now on, and if he tried anything on the sly, he'd find out that while Akira Tendou might have had a reputation for keeping an even head in almost any situation, when he lost his temper, it was truly a terrible thing to behold.

"Is something wrong?" Yuriko asked from beside him. There was concern on her face.

Akira wondered what she meant when he felt himself scowling. Now both Silver and Ryo were staring at him as well.

Akira made himself relax slightly. "I thought I left the oven on at my place," he explained. "But now that I think about it, I'm sure I turned it off." He gave a disarming smile to the girls.

Yuriko leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're so conscientious."

Akira reached down and rubbed her leg affectionately in response. He left his hand there, stroking the skin lightly. Yuriko really seemed to enjoy it when he used his soft touch on her.

The answer seemed to assuage Silver as well. "You need to relax. You've been studying so hard on your midterms neither me nor Yu-chan have had a chance to drop by."

And engage in some three-way action, went unspoken. That was another reason Akira had been reluctant to let the girls go alone with Ryo. All three of them had been busy, and their schedules had been so out of synch, they hadn't been able to get together for a couple of weeks. All of them were incredibly horny, and really wanted to throw down and have a good time. He wanted to be there already, send Ryo away for the better part of a day, and bang away on both girls until he couldn't get it up anymore. With how horny he was feeling, he was betting five times was a distinct possibility.

The thoughts of sex interrupted his earlier, grimmer considerations of Ryo. The girls were right. He needed to relax. He decided to think of something pleasant. Given his aroused state, his mind turned to his participation in the orgy he had experienced with the Saotomes and Kuonjis. There was one coupling in particular that sprung to the forefront, one that he would never have dreamed of coming true no matter how long he lived.

Akira leaned back in his seat as his mind drifted back. When Silver had first called him, telling to him to drive out to the beach house because everyone was screwing everyone else and she wanted to increase the 'cock to pussy ratio', he thought she had simply been her typical crude self in trying to entice him to come. Still, he had a day off, and decided to drive down….

Akira Tendou could scarcely believe his eyes as he stared at the sights before him. While Silver had informed him of what to expect when she invited him to the Saotome-Kuonji annual vacation at the beach, no amount of warning could have prepared him for the orgy of nubile, naked bodies on display when he entered the beachhouse's main room. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh, moans of passion, and the smell of sweat clinging to aroused bodies served to make him hard in record time.

Three couples were currently involved in acts of heated copulation, not a single stitch of clothing on anyone. To Akira's left, Ai and Silver-kun were busy getting hot and heavy. He had his first glimpse of Ai's glorious bounty (that she never hid all that well, wearing some very low cut tops and tight bottoms a great deal of the time when he had visited his 'girlfriend', Yuriko, at her home). She looked like an older version of his hot girlfriend, and Akira found himself wondering if she fucked the same way as well. Silver-kun probably could have informed him, as Akira's half-sibling was sitting on a chair, Ai perched on her partner's lap with her back to him, giving Akira a more than perfect view of the action. The motion was provided by Ai bouncing up and down enthusiastically on Silver-kun's lap, her impressive tits moving in conjunction with her body. While there was no doubt age had extracted some of the youthful firmness that Yuriko still possessed, or Hinako's age cheating gave her, Akira would not have hesitated to greedily suckle on those mammaries if they were offered to him.

With some reluctance Akira turned his attention down below, watching closely as Silver-kun's lengthy member appeared and disappeared within the confines of Ai's snatch with every bounce. A closer examination revealed the tight ring of Ai's inner lining trying to cling to her partner's member, indicating that despite the rapid motion, she still had a nice, tight grip on Silver-kun's cock. Even in her mid-thirties, the woman was incredibly beautiful. If Yuriko turned out half as good at the same age (and they were still together), he would be one of the luckiest men on the earth.

Ai noticed the attention, causing her to smile in Akira's direction. "If you like what you see, you can have a piece of it. You're welcome to any pussy you want here."

"He can only have a piece of your ass after I'm through with it." Silver-kun moved one of his hands forward to grasp Ai's breast and play with it roughly, making certain to pinch the nipple just a touch on the hard side. With the other hand he cupped her ass, playing with her anus. He threw in a nipping the side of her neck just hard enough to redden the flesh.

"Oh, yes," Ai hissed in appreciation of the rough stimulation and stopped bouncing, leaving herself impaled on Silver-kun's shaft and grinding her pelvis on his lap.

It was Silver-kun's turn to groan in pleasure. He said to Akira, "Man, you have to feel this thing she does with clamping her cunt down on your cock. It's like she's stroking it with her hand."

"It's a gift," Ai said, doing something with her insides that made her lover moan again.

A cry from the right of the pair caught Akira's attention. He was barely able to tear his eyes away from the sight of the two lovers, but his eyes widened again as he saw what was perhaps an even more heated scene.

Yuriko was screaming in pleasure as she lay on top of a table, her legs thrust over a standing Shampoo-kun's shoulders as the taller man ruthlessly hammered in what was easily the largest cock Akira had ever seen into his girlfriend's pussy. Given the taller man's position, only Yuriko's upper back and shoulders touched the table as the rest of her was suspended in air. Shampoo-kun's hands held on to her upper legs, keeping her attached to him as well as providing additional leverage to drive into her.

With every thrust, Shampoo-kun gave a low snarl and drove in with such power that Yuriko's own impressive tits bounced and jounced back with great force. Even her firm butt cheeks quivered. Slurping noises could be heard as her body desperately tried to keep his member within her, driving her to even greater heights of pleasure with the motion of his body. There wasn't a shred of decency or restraint in the act, it was pure animalistic lust that was in control as Yuriko lay there, her body being helplessly devoured by what was obviously a far stronger lover than she had ever experienced before.

"I'm… I'm coming Auntie!" Yuriko cried.

"That right, you come for your master, Little Slut!" Shampoo-kun snarled as he remained buried within her, but held back on his own orgasm.

Akira watched as Yuriko's body convulsed in as powerful a climax as he had ever seen, if not more so. He felt a momentary feeling of inferiority as he knew her pussy was being stretched wider and deeper than he had ever managed to do with her. While it was true Silver-kun was about an inch longer than himself, Akira took solace in the fact that he was slightly wider, and could definitely last longer than Silver-kun could usually manage. But seeing his 'Uncle' Shampoo-kun at full extension for the first time, Akira knew that on a purely physical level, he wasn't going to be able to match that.

The feeling of inferiority increased as Yuriko came down from her orgasmic high and gave Shampoo-kun a look of raw passion, wordlessly pleading for more of the same. The only time Akira had seen her so lustful was when he and Silver-kun got it on as guys in front of her. Even the smallest amount of 'yaoi' action got the blonde so aroused she would come with moments from simple digital manipulation. That Shampoo-kun could achieve that same level so easily showed Akira he still had a lot to learn.

Shampoo-kun seemed to notice Akira for the first time. He said, "You and Silver is lucky to be getting this piece of ass so often." He gave Yuriko a not so gentle slap to her backside. "She definitely have a thing for big cock shoved up her tight pussy."

"Please give me more," Yuriko begged.

"Little Slut get more than she can handle," Shampoo-kun promised as he drew back and thrust into his love slave again.

The mix of feelings Akira had, lust in seeing such a hot scene with two such attractive people in heated passion, while feeling a bit of envy that he wasn't the one triggering the emotion in what was supposedly his girlfriend, caused him to turn away from the scene. Though he did have a brief vision of having Shampoo-kun shifting positions so that he was on his back on the floor with Yuriko sitting on top with the cock inside her. Then Akira could bend his girlfriend over and fuck her in the ass and remind her of what he was capable of. She begged for him when he teased her sometimes, and he could do it again even after she had Shampoo-kun banging her for a couple of days.

It was something to consider later. Akira looked at the final couple that was on the floor. There was nothing quite as hot and heavy as the other scenes as Ranma took Ukyou missionary style on the floor. Ukyou might not have been as 'hot' as her wife of daughter, but the woman remained extremely attractive. Her body was still finely toned from her own constant martial arts training, and her smaller (but by no means insignificant) bust meant there wasn't a hint of sag there. To say she had the body of a woman ten years younger would be an insult; she had a great body at any age.

Whereas the male-cursed parent and child were playing roughly with their lovers, the patriarch of the Saotome family was much more slow and calculating. Not anywhere near as endowed as his wife or daughter, Ranma seemed to make up for his slightly above average size with technique. Each stroke was intended to produce a specific effect, either through tempo or the way he twisted his body, showing impressive flexibility as he stimulated different areas inside his lover. Judging by the moans emanating from Ukyou, he was succeeding with every one.

Ranma's thumb went down and began playing with Ukyou clitoris even as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. It was obvious his independent motions had their desired effect as Ukyou writhed on the floor and cried out, "Oh, Ranchan!" in the obvious throes of a climax.

"There's more on the way, Ucchan," Ranma promised as he remained inside her. He looked over to Akira and informed him. "Let me tell you, you want a real good ride, you can't go wrong with Ukyou here. I might be a little while, but you're more than welcome after I'm done."

"You got that right," Ukyou said as she came down from her high and stared lustily at the still clothed Akira.

From Silver-kun's direction, he said, "A little hot water and he can get one from me too."

"Or me," Shampoo-kun said, momentarily stopping his relentless screwing of his partner and shooting a smirk in Akira's direction.

"I'm sure I'll get around to everyone over the course of the weekend." Although Akira already knew who he was going to do first, there was no way he would waste this once in a lifetime opportunity to do someone he had fantasized screwing for a good period of his post-adolescent life. He told the others he'd be back and left the room to undress as well as retrieve one more item he would need.

When Akira returned, he arrived just in time to hear Ai and Silver-kun cry out in ecstasy together. The buxom blonde's tits were being squeezed hard as her and her lover's pelvis trembled slightly in mutual climax. Eventually, both came down from their high, Ai turning enough so that she and Silver-kun could snuggle and kiss a little as a sort of winding down period. After a couple of minutes (and with obvious reluctance), Ai detached herself, Silver-kun's flaccid cock slip out from her pussy. With the tight fit no longer there, a great deal of their combined juices flowed out from the opening and down her legs.

Despite her body being flush and sweaty with passion, Ai still managed an erotic saunter as she slid up to Akira. "Want to ride me next?" She tantalized him by played with his engorged member.

Akira eased his cock out of her hand before she pushed him beyond the point of no return. "Definitely for later. But there's something else I want to do first."

"Waiting for an 'opening'?" Ai said with a sly smile on her face. She held her breasts up for him. "Want something to play with while you wait?"

Akira smiled at the offering. "Now that's a suggestion I can't turn down." He brought his hands up and held her breasts softly in his grip, playing with the nipples and making them stand out like bullets. He then lowered his head, and began to suck on them. The similarity to the way Yuriko's felt was astonishing, and he relaxed as he sucked on them further. His hands traveled south on the woman's body, and he began to play with her already stretched pussy.

"Tease. Getting me hot and bothered with no intention of finishing me off," Ai chided as she savored the sensations.

On the table, Yuriko gave another loud cry as she came yet again. This time it proved too much for Shampoo-kun as he gave a mighty thrust and remained buried in Yuriko's snatch, his buttcheeks twitching as he sent load after load of his seed deep into Yuriko's body. With the last pulse he fell forward on top of his lover, resting his head on her pillowy bosom. Yuriko cradled his head against her, satiated, at least for the moment.

Ranma smirked in his wife's direction. "Looks like I outlasted everyone again." Deciding that he had 'won' the competition, Ranma speeded up the tempo of his thrusting.

Ukyou gasped in obvious appreciation of the change, chanting, "Yes, Ranchan. Do it. Come inside me. I want to feel it."

"Here… I… come," Ranma sounded a great deal like his wife as he gasped and remained buried in Ukyou while he deposited his own load of testicle produce. Ukyou wrapped her legs behind his back, not quite climaxing since she had come twice under Ranma's careful ministrations, but obviously remaining in a high state of arousal.

Akira released his hold on Ai, grabbed the item he had placed on a table when he entered the room, and moved toward the pair. "I can have any pussy I want, right?" he asked the pair.

Still gazing appreciatively at his partner, Ranma said to Akira, "I'll be out of your way in a second and you can take over."

Before Ranma could move, he felt a cold, wet substance splash across his back. With the curse activated, rather than having to remove himself from Ukyou, his cock simply shrank back into his body as he underwent a long-time familiar transformation.

Caught off-guard, Ranma-chan got out a "What?" before she felt a pair of strong, unquestionably masculine, hands gain a firm grasp on her hips. She turned to see Akira poised directly behind her, lustful gleam in his eye and very large erection pointed at her backside. Ranma-chan said, "Hey, wait a minute! I didn't say you could fuck me!"

"Actually, we all agreed he could have any pussy he wanted." Ukyou pointed out, openly fascinated at the idea of watching the redhead ending up on the receiving end of Akira's affections.

"And you definitely have a pussy," Ai said in admiration of the exposed view of Ranma-chan's backside.

"But I can't let him do it. He's a guy ah!" Ranma-chan declared as one of Akira's fingers began stroking her lower lips. Despite her protest, she didn't try to escape as the digit headed straight for the sensitive nerve-endings located there and began tantalizing them in a way that suggested a woman's body was well-mapped territory to him.

Still at the table, and on top of Yuriko, Shampoo-kun said, "So what? You no have problems doing it with me when I'm a guy."

Before Ranma-chan could answer, Ukyou said, "And you don't have problems getting banged by others when you're girl. Ai and I have fucked you silly with dildos before." She unleashed a lascivious leer at the naked redhead.

Silver-kun finally joined in, "You agreed to he could have any pussy he wants, Pop. Don't tell me you're going to back out on your word now."

"But he's really a— ahhh!" Ranma-chan moaned as Akira had taken matters into his own hands on persuading Ranma-chan to give in to his intentions. He bent low and began applying some tongue action to her pussy. Heat building in her loins and a deep down need starting to make its presence felt, Ranma-chan relented to the majority. Partially because she had given her word, partially because she would look like a coward if she balked, but mostly because her body was now demanding it "Well, okay. I guess he can fuck me." Besides, once Ranma-chan thought about it, she couldn't blame Akira for being unable to restrain himself from fucking her first. She did have the best body of any of the girls present. True, she was shorter than any of the others (even his own daughter) and while she had only grown a handful of centimeters from the days when she had first been cursed, she had more than filled out in every way. An ample bust that was very large in proportion to her body, a firm bottom, narrow hips, and killer looks combined to allow her to pocket an impressive income from modeling as a girl. She knew she was one of the hottest pieces of ass around, and wasn't afraid to admit the obvious.

The only reservation she had was from the idea of being screwed by someone that was one hundred percent male (as opposed to his wife who was merely cursed). That was somewhat unsettling, but from a physical perspective, it would be the same thing as Shampoo-kun's dick bringing her off much quicker than she could manage as a guy. And after almost two decades of married life, something a little different to her sex life would actually be welcome. As pleased and satisfied with Shampoo as she was, Ranma-chan did look forward to these annual weekend diversions. There was no question the debauchery added a certain zest that would otherwise make things somewhat staid at least occasionally. The trust between her and her spouse was total, so each felt secure in cutting loose and experimenting a little. This wasn't any different, and Ranma-chan had already received a mark of open approval from Shampoo-kun, who was watching with rapt attention. So why not, Ranma-chan decided, and relaxed to allow Akira to do what he would.

On Akira's part, it was like a dream finally come true. One of the deepest, darkest secrets he had kept, even from Silver, was that ever since puberty first hit he had always been extremely turned on by his 'Auntie' Ranma's female body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help becoming aroused by how beautiful she was, and his body betrayed him at every opportunity. He had collected all of Ranma-chan's model pictures, especially the swim suit and lingerie ones that bared scandalous amount of her flesh in seductive poses. Many a night during his early teen years was spent with one hand holding a picture of Ranma-chan while the other stroked his cock.

At first Akira wondered if he was gay, but then it became obvious that not only was he interested in other girls, but that it was only Ranma's female body that held any appeal for him. Even the fantasies he had of the redhead were never the slightest bit romantic. Every one was simple lust driven sex. Given that he had been raised around a trio of people that could change genders so casually, it was no surprise the line between male and female blurred so easily. He was secure enough in his sexuality to play with Silver's male form, though it was not from any real interest as much as pleasing Silver, who adored him all the more for being able to love both her forms. And then there was Yuriko, who would go absolutely wild seeing guy-guy action and really got off when he and Silver-kun would work her over later. She would practically come like a machine gun when she was in that state, and both he and Silver had used it to dampen Yuriko's rather volatile temper on more than one occasion. It also tended to make for some interesting bedroom gymnastics.

Being able to fool around with Silver-kun's body made it easy for Akira to do what he was now. Maybe his 'Auntie' was really a guy, but the pussy he was eating out was all woman, and he was going to savor every second of it without hesitation.

Ranma-chan moaned at the expert manner in which Akira's tongue danced over her pussy. He was starting off at a vigorous pace rather than taking his time, almost as though he was impatient to get things moving. Ranma-chan wasn't complaining, as Akira was quickly showing he possessed a talented tongue than knew its way around a woman's more private parts. While Ranma-chan could personally attest Akira wasn't quite as good as the more mature (and experienced) women in the room, he was more than adequate to get the redhead sopping wet in a matter of moments.

Akira didn't think he could run any hotter, but as he felt Ranma-chan's fluids touch his tongue, he could practically feel his rod become twice as hard. All of his fantasies concerning Ranma-chan were coming true. He was intent on acting all of them out before the weekend was over, and he was going to start right now.

Ranma-chan gave a low moan as she felt Akira's tongue cease plunging into the folds of her pussy and withdraw from its stimulation. She was about tell him to keep going when she felt his grip firm on her hips, and felt something significantly larger than a tongue place itself right next to her love hole. However, rather than just plunging in, Akira instead caressed her outer lips with it, touching them with an up and down motion that only increased the heat in her loins rather than doing anything to put out the fire. Ranma-chan tried to be patient, and assumed Akira was going to delve in at any moment, but instead he just kept teasing her by playing with the exterior of her pussy, getting her wetter and more frustrated by the moment.

"For God's sake, quit tormenting me and stick it in!" Ranma-chan all but screamed.

Begging! That was what Akira had wanted to hear; an open acknowledgment from the redhead that she wanted this as badly as he did. With his desire answered, Akira did as he was bid, ceasing his teasing with her petals and aiming his cock dead center of her pussy. In answer to her demand, he shoved as much of his length in as he could with one thrust.

The effect was instantaneous as Ranma-chan gasped and her eyes bulged with how forceful Akira was being and how much he had gotten in on the first try. Whereas before he had been somewhat slow and definitely gentle, ramming as much meat home as he had was definitely a change in tempo that had taken her completely by surprise. Not that it was an unpleasant surprise, not at all. It was exactly what she wanted, even if it was a bit quicker in coming than she had originally anticipated.

Akira breathed a sigh of relief. She was even tighter than he had imagined. Only plowing Yuriko in her back channel was tighter. Despite Shampoo-kun's obvious length, Ranma-chan wasn't as stretched out as he thought. Maybe it had to do with the constant shrinking and growing from the curse, or maybe she didn't get it all that often from Shampoo-kun. But what Akira did know was that the redhead had a velvety grip on his shaft and he didn't want it ending any time soon.

All of that flashed though Akira's mind in a split second. Not giving his partner a moment to catch her breath, he pulled back, delighting in how the redhead's insides clung to his shaft, trying to keep it within her warm channel. Once only the head of his cock remained inside, he slammed home again, burying even more of his rod, then repeated the motion, barely giving Ranma-chan time to adjust before feeding her pleasure hole even more of his hardened member.

Ranma-chan remained unbelievably tight, her pussy all but threatening to milk the come out of his balls before he was all the way inside. Despite Akira's impressive endurance (gained from having to satisfy both Yuriko and Silver on multiple occasions), he knew he was running far hotter than normal. He was so excited he feared he might not be able to hold off for long. Not wanting to risk coming before his partner and ruining everything, Akira held nothing back as he continued to mercilessly pounding Ranma-chan's pussy, gasping out as he desperately tried to bury himself home as quickly as possible. He knew he should have gone slower to maximize his partner's pleasure, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to know what it was like to have the entire pussy stroking his shaft before he blew, and he needed to know five minutes ago!

Ranma-chan didn't protest her treatment. On the contrary, she seemed to be taking great delight in it, so Akira kept up his quickened pace, breathing hard as his heart raced at a jackrabbit-like rate. His eyes were aglow as increasing amounts of his cock disappeared within his partner, heightening his own arousal.

Soft cries of lust slipped past Ranma-chan's lips with each forward motion. Unknowingly to Akira, he was doing the best thing possible. As a guy, Ranma tended to work slow and steady. He knew he was just above average in size (and downright small compared to his wife) so he paced himself and relied on technique and endurance to make up for his normal attributes. When Ranma was a girl, it was the exact opposite. Hot and fast was her favorite, with a quick and rough pounding firing her up the way a slower pace simply couldn't. A down and dirty fuck like the one Akira was giving her really turned her on as she allowed her partner to control the tempo, allowing Ranma-chan to sit back and enjoy the ride as all the expectations were on her partner. Akira was not disappointing. Each thrust was stoking the fire in her loins and spreading it throughout her body, building it closer to the time when they would be extinguished at last. Ranma-chan didn't try to hold back, welcoming the continuous increase of tension within her body.

Finally, Akira's thighs slapped the back of her ass, and Ranma-chan knew he was completely within her. Now that he was fully embedded, she noted that while not as large or as wide as her wife's massive tool, the redhead's pussy informed her Akira had plenty to work with, as well as to get the job done.

And work with it he did. After taking a moment to savor the sensations of his long fantasized goal (and to regain some measure of control to keep from popping at that moment) Akira nearly completely withdrew, than slammed forward with twice as much force as before. Ranma-chan's tits swayed with the power behind those hips. A second, time, then a third, as her insides continued to adjust to the hunk of meat that was slipping in and out of her. The heat was increasing until it was an inferno. God, the boy sure knew how to fuck.

Akira stopped for a second. Ranma-chan was about to complain when Akira leaned forward and grasped both of her hanging breasts. He gained a firm hold, her taut nipples ending up in the small space between his fingers. Despite the size of her tits, her nipples had always been sensitive, most likely because the contrast was so distinct between that of male and female anatomies. The perfect positioning of Akira's callused hands, and slight squeezing of her nubs, made Ranma-chan run hotter still.

The reason for Akira's leaning forward became clear. With his new handholds, Ranma-chan's tits became leverage points as he used them to pull his lover off his cock as much as he used his hips. Given how much smaller Ranma-chan was to him, it was easy to dominate her with his larger body, and gain additional force moving her back to be impaled on his dick even as he moved his hips forward. After a handful of back and forth motions, Akira finally found the rhythm he wanted, and pounded even harder into the girl.

The hot scene affected the others as well.

"That's it! Give it to her! Fuck her pussy!" Shampoo-kun urged.

That shout seemed to break the silence as the rest of the audience gave words of encouragement to Akira to really go all out. He fed off their urging by thrusting into Ranma-chan harder. To someone not as durable as Ranma-chan, the effect of such powerful manhandling by the deceptively strong Akira would have been uncomfortable. To the redhead, the fierce pounding was like she had stepped into heaven.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! You can do whatever you want to me, but don't you dare stop!" she pleaded. The effect of going without sex for a couple of weeks, combined with the expectations of the weekend, the encouragement of the others, and her new lover, heightened her arousal. She was right on the verge of having one of the most powerful climaxes in recent memory. She recognized the signs, all she needed was another couple of thrusts and then she would be sent into a state of pure bliss.

And then Ranma-chan's senses went into overload as she was sent over the edge. Her whole body convulsed in ecstasy, molding itself to Akira's own as the wave of pleasure went out from her loins and throughout her entire form. A part of her mind wondered how she could ever have hesitated to let Akira have his way with her. She must have been insane for considering denying herself this pleasure for even one moment, even if it was with a guy. She went over the edge as she hit the height of her climax. Her pussy clamped down on the intruder within her, her body instinctively urging her partner to follow suit so that their conjoining would reach its ultimate purpose.

Feeling Ranma-chan's insides tighten was too much for Akira to bear. With a howl he came just as hard as she had, his member spraying blast after blast of its milky payload deep within his smaller partner. He didn't even try to hold back, giving everything he could inside her. It was better than he had dreamed, especially since there was no denying the redhead had wanted to feel his white hot seed inside her.

Ranma-chan's limbs gave out first, and she slumped into Akira's grasp. The release of energy was so tremendous on his part that he was unable to support the additional weight, and, already bent over her body, collapsed right on top of her. Both lay on the carpet, heaving in exhaustion as they lay limp and tried to recover their energy.

Akira was the first to come around. After a few minutes, his sexual high passed, and he was able to think more clearly. Once he truly thought about it, an unpleasant feeling was left inside him. While the mutual orgasm was more than he had hoped for, the actual act had not lasted long enough for his taste. He came well under five minutes, and it was only a testament to how hot Ranma-chan was running that she got off so quickly. Silver might not have minded popping off so fast the first time (though she almost always held off until her partner came first), but his ability to control himself was one of the things Akira had prided himself on. That and he had wanted to fuck his Auntie's pussy for a lot longer, and really take his time to enjoy how wonderful she felt as her tight snatch hugged his shaft. It ended far too quickly as far as he was concerned.

With his senses (and energy) returning, Akira took in his surroundings. The others in the room that had been cheering for him to really give it to his partner had not been content to stand idly by while the pair caught their breaths. Watching the action had given them all their second wind.

To the left of Akira, not five feet away, Silver-kun was flat on his back as Ukyou rode him like an experienced bronco buster. The cursed member of the pair was hardly idle as she grabbed onto Ukyou's breasts and tweaked the nipples, which only seemed to excite the girl further. Again Akira noted just how sensual Ukyou looked, despite having a significantly different frame from her wife and daughter.

Thinking of Yuriko, Akira tore his eyes away from the hot coupling so close by and tried to find her. He saw her still lying on her back on the table, writhing in pleasure at the tongue lashing her pussy was getting. What was really surprising was who was doing it. Apparently Ai was hungry and decided a serving of pussy was just what she needed. With the way Yuriko was sprawled across the table, her legs wide open, it was an invitation the older woman had not refused. Ai was standing, bent at the waist with her bottom sticking out, and judging by the slurping sounds, was helping herself to the mix of semen and vaginal fluid that had filled Yuriko's snatch. The 'dinner' offered no protests, and instead simply writhed on the table in obvious pleasure, though given her aroused state, Yuriko might have been unaware of who was dining upon her.

Apparently Ai's voluptuous bottom sticking out in such a position was more than the recovered Shampoo-kun could bear. He was currently positioned behind Ai, still in the process of feeding her his impressive length. Three quarters of it was already embedded in its fleshy sheath, and the look on Shampoo-kun's face made it clear he was intent on getting the remainder in so he could ride the girl from behind good and proper. He was currently taking his time, letting Ai work Yuriko into a frenzy.

Seeing all of the flesh pounding erotic action from such attractive people caused Akira's cock to begin twitching in nearly record time. That he remained buried in Ranma-chan only helped matters. She might have been a bit stretched out now, but she was still warm and delightfully wet, and his body remembered the vice-like grip she could manage. He wanted more. He shifted the positioning of his hands.

Ranma-chan was admiring the nearby view of her daughter getting the ride of her life courtesy of his 'Ucchan' when she felt Akira finally take his weight off her back. He pulled out, then roughly flipped her around so she was on her back and he was poised between her open legs. Seeing the look of lust returned to his eyes, she knew she wouldn't be going anywhere for a little while, and in truth wasn't very eager to change back just yet.

Akira leaned over Ranma-chan and grabbed her arms, pinning them to the floor. His superior strength and leverage effectively trapping the smaller girl. Rather than protesting, she seemed to enjoy his complete control over her body. He lowered his head and began sucking on her breasts, playing with the sensitive nipples with his tongue and further exciting her.

Ranma-chan could feel her lover's cock continuing to harden, and whether by intent or chance, brush against her slit and cause her pussy to grow moist in anticipation yet again. Her legs rose up behind Akira, trying to straddle his hips and draw him in to where she really wanted him to rest.

After savoring the breasts he had longed to suck on for so long for more than a handful of minutes, and returning to his rock hard status in record time, Akira shifted his body so the head of his cock was poised directly at Ranma-chan's entrance. He shifted so both of her wrists were pinned together in one hand, then used his free hand to hold his cock steady. He teased her by running it up and down her outer lips again.

"Put it in!" Ranma-chan begged as she squirmed in discomfort. This was no time for dignity. Not when the bastard was getting her so fired up.

Akira did as he was asked, slipping the head and a couple of inches in quite easily, given how she had been stretched out earlier. He gave a sigh of relief of his own before moving his hips back a little, than moving forward again. With the urgency gone due to their first coupling, Akira moved much more slowly this time.

To Ranma-chan, this position was always one of the most impressive to her. There was always a bit in awe at how such a huge hunk of meat could make its way completely into such a small opening, especially since it caused her such tremendous pleasure instead of pain. It seemed a miracle she wasn't split in two from the inside being stuffed with so much cock. While it was true that in Akira's case he was not as large as the rod that usually passed into her body, the effect was still extraordinarily pleasant. It was actually more erotic than the plastic toys Ukyou and Ai would use on her toward the end of the vacation when his male half was too exhausted to get it up. Not that the pair didn't know what they were doing. Years of marriage and using such toys made them experts at it. But there was an exciting difference in the sensation of having a real live cock shoved up her body, even if it would eventually go soft, unlike the dildos and vibrators the girls wielded against her.

Within four thrusts, Akira was buried up to the hilt in his partner. He didn't hesitate, but used an even, powerful pace that steadily built the fires in Ranma-chan's loins once again. Ranma-chan wondered if his skill came from doing this to Yuriko on numerous occasions (and the redhead sure couldn't blame him for working her over. She intended to later as well, if he could pry his wife's cock out of the younger girl's pussy) Akira might have even done Silver, but Ranma-chan's daughter was a young woman now, and even though she was protective, had to accept that fact. Besides, she knew damn well Silver was doing Yuriko as well, and Ranma-chan felt a bit of fatherly pride at his daughter being so popular with the ladies, like she had been at that age.

And then Akira hit just the right spot, driving any concern other than enjoying the fucking she was receiving out of the redhead's mind. She tried raising her hands up, but Akira forced them back down again, returning to pinning them down with both his hands and driving his pelvis into hers. Again she felt thrilled at his exertion of control of the situation, and relaxed as he picked up the tempo once more, grinding his sweat soaked body into hers.

Ranma-chan's breath became ragged as she said, "I'm… I'm… I'm cumming!" And did so, locking her legs behind Akira's back and forcing him to remain buried inside her as she orgasmed powerfully again.

Akira's own breath was ragged as he felt her inner walls clamp down on him. But this time he was ready, and not running anywhere near as hot, though that would soon change. He was human, and had his limits. The look of ecstasy on Ranma-chan's face as she came served to take him to those limits at a breakneck pace.

Not letting her come down from her orgasm. Akira released his grip on her hands and rose slightly up, though remained buried inside her. Before Ranma-chan could even react, he pried the backs of her legs from around him, grasped her by the ankles, and stood up, pulling everything but the back of her shoulderblades and head up off the floor.

Akira proceeded to lean forward over Ranma-chan, testing her flexibility as a martial artist as she was effectively curled into a ball. Her ass was straight up in the air, while her ankles were pinned above her own head, and his entire length was buried in her pussy. The position allowed her lover's cock to touch places in her he couldn't before. She thrilled at the truly helpless position she was in now, completely at Akira's mercy. Something he obviously had no intention of giving.

Once settled in, Akira pumped harder than before, only drawing slightly back with his hips before hammering into her again and again relentlessly. Ranma-chan was left gasping for breath as her own breasts were mashed against her face with how tightly she was pressed. A fluttering began building in her pussy immediately and once again she felt no inclination to hold off the impeding orgasm.

No words were exchanged, none were needed. All the pair did was grunt with effort as their pelvises met again and again and the obvious intensity between them grew.

After several minutes of pistoning, Ranma-chan gave out a wholly girlish cry as she came as powerfully as their first coupling. Knowing there was no way he could hold out and give her a third continuous orgasm, Akira gave up the ghost and came again, releasing a surprising amount of seed given how much he had come previously.

When it felt as though he had given everything left inside, Akira went limp on top of Ranma-chan. When the girl's oh so tight vise-grip finally eased up, Akira withdrew, gently unfurling Ranma-chan from her ball-like position, before lying on the floor next to her.

After being allowed to lie on her back, and to catch her breath, Ranma-chan said, "That wasn't too bad, for a young guy."

Akira smiled inwardly. Of course his 'Auntie' wouldn't admit Akira was anywhere near as good a lover as Ranma-chan herself could be. Even if she was still flush with having come so many times in such a short period while come dripped out of her pussy.

Akira turned to see Silver-kun and Ukyou had long since spent themselves and were relaxing to the side, now watching the only remaining threesome. Surprisingly, Shampoo-kun was still going at it, though by now Ai was directly on top of Yuriko, the two bodies that were so similar pressed close to one another, breasts mashed together and pussies practically touching as their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. Shampoo-kun was taking his time, giving each girl seven slow, steady strokes before switching to the other. There was no manic heat, like there had been between Ukyou and Silver-kun or Akira and his partner, but both girls were obviously starting to boil under the constant assault.

"Kinky," Ranma-chan said, admiring the view. She stood up. "I think I'll join in once Shampoo gets done. I should have enough as a guy for one more time before I take some time off to enjoy the beach."

As the girl turned to go, Akira hesitantly said. "Ah, do you think we might do that again later?"

Ranma-chan shot him a cocky grin. "Yeah, but I'm going to get me some action as a guy first. I got needs to take care of, you know?"

Ukyou slid up next to Akira and began fondling his slick shaft, a mix of Ranma-chan and his own fluids sticking to it. "Besides, there's other full blooded girls that don't get a taste of guys all year that are eager to sample everything there is to offer." She moved her hand up and down. "Think you can manage to get it up one more time?"

The question was answered as that part of Akira's anatomy began to twitch. Looking Ukyou's body over, he decided he'd have to be crazy to even consider rejecting an invitation like that, and he was young enough to get it up three times in a row, as long as Ukyou was the one motivating him. He laid back and let Ukyou start to clean him off and enjoyed her ministrations. Though as he watched his 'Auntie's cute ass sway as she headed toward the bathroom, Akira knew he would be getting as many shots as he could he could toward her as well…

….Unfortunately, he only had that one time, as that had been the last day of the vacation, and Ukyou and Ai had cornered him for a good portion of it, draining him dry (not a bad thing, he was quick to qualify). That, combined with Ranma staying male during those few times Akira wasn't otherwise occupied and could still manage to get it up, meant no other action between the two of them. It was unfortunate, but already he was looking forward to next year when he'd have a shot at the redhead's tight little twat once again. Just thinking about it made his cock threaten to punch a hole through his pants.

Now that he thought about it, if the girls were insistent on getting some four way action, Akira would go along with the idea without complaining. As long as the pair didn't get an idea in their head that Ryo would be a regular fixture in their unconventional relationship. Akira was happy being the only full-blooded male in the four-way that was going, and had no intention of sharing Silver or Yuriko. The Hinako thing Silver had was all right with him, since she was a woman (and a good lay), and Ranma and Shampoo-kun didn't count. He had no concerns the girls would leave him for either of them. Casual one time flings were okay too; it would take some of the pressure off him. But he would put his foot down if there was even a hint of taking in another guy for the long term, or even semi-permanent basis.

The more he thought about sex, the worse his hard on became. He noted once he started having sex on a regular basis, going without became all the worse. Akira tried calming down by thinking of baseball, but it didn't do much for his bat and he continued to shift in discomfort.

Ranma-chan mopped some of the sweat from her own brow. Remembering that encounter with Akira had gotten her pretty hot. She and Shampoo hadn't had a chance to make like husband and wife the week before her trip, meaning she had gone two weeks without any. Unlike a lot of her contemporaries, Ranma-chan still was very sexually active, as was Shampoo. She didn't know if it was because she kept herself in such great shape or if it had something to do with the curse. It could be the latter. Even when she had sex in either form, if she switched, she'd still be almost as horny as before she started. Switching a second time wouldn't produce the same effect, though. It was odd, though meant she had the stamina of two people instead of one, at least initially.

Now that Ranma-chan thought about it, she was feeling really horny. That two of the people she had engaged in heated sexual acts with were nearby didn't help things. She was surprised to discover that she didn't care who would be giving it to her, even if it was Akira. She supposed a lot of it was desensitization to having sex with her wife's male form for years, and that the jump to Akira really hadn't been that much of a stretch in her mind. Perhaps it was simply because she was eager to have sex with a new person. Or maybe she simply enjoyed orgasms as a girl and having a fat cock stuffed up her pussy was the easiest way to get them.

Ranma-chan rose up and decided to go for a walk in an effort to cool down. She would have preferred a cold shower. No, she'd have preferred Shampoo to come back home, but she would make do with what she had.

She went down one of the aisles and to an adjoining car. The kids were in a public place on a train. The Torso might be idiots, but even they wouldn't try anything in broad daylight.

Two men with swarthy skin and dressed in garb that marked them as originating from somewhere around India watched Ranma-chan walk past.

"Whoa, seriously hot chick, there," one said to the other.

"We're here on business. And keep it down. We're incognito," the second warned.

"Bah! No one can pierce our brilliant disguises. We are ninjas, after all. We blend into the background like geckos."

"True," his comrade agreed. "We sure got lucky in that we accidentally mailed the bait to someone that knew the Saotome brat and he brought her along. Now keep watching her. She'll leave her friends at some point. And when she does, we'll nab her. Then we'll show that damned Ranma we mean business when we hold his daughter hostage. The Torso will have its revenge."

"Why don't we make it simple and grab him?"

"Because he'd kick our asses. Again. For the fifth time."

"Good point. Though seriously, I think we should grab that blonde that just walked past. She had a most excellent rack." The first man began drooling.

The second considered that. "Okay, let's nab her for practice. We'll tie her up, and do kinky things."

"Like dress up in her bra and panties," the first said eagerly.

The second merely stared at his companion for a moment. "I meant kinky things to her."

"I knew that."

The two rose to their feet and began stalking their prey.

Five minutes later, two men with swarthy skin and dressed in garb that marked them as originating from somewhere around India were thrown violently from the train.

"God damn perverts," Ranma-chan grumbled at the two creeps that had tried to molest her. Bad enough she had to look out for ninja morons, but having to deal with guys trying to have their way with her was a serious pain the ass. Worse, the one guy had managed a grab at her chest. Even that brief sexual contact only served to make her hornier.

It was going to be a long weekend.

Yuriko noticed the discomfort of the man seated next to her, and was easily able to determine the cause. Akira's cock was way too big to be effectively hidden by any but the baggiest of pants when he was aroused. Silver wasn't much better when she was in her cursed form, but she liked strutting her goods before others. Akira had the decency to show some reserve.

Like Akira, Yuriko was extremely aroused. She had been ignored by her lovers for the past two weeks, and was incredibly frustrated. To make matters worse, her parents had been overly amorous lately and the cries of ecstasy coming from their bedroom only reminded Yuriko of her own longing. It wasn't fair. She was a hot young woman with two lovers and should have been having more sex than she could handle. Instead she had been left simmering in her own juices until she was ready to explode.

Yuriko had to laugh the casual admission. Before her little seaside escapade, openly thinking such thoughts would have been alien to her. She would have been in denial as to the true cause of her frustration and gotten angrier for it, taking it out on Akira and Silver for no good reason. But now the denial was gone, and she knew what it was she really wanted, and why. It was like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders, thanks to her Auntie. Shampoo had helped her not just accept, but enjoy the fact she was extremely attractive and men lusted after her. While she had always been vain and wanted attention from guys, if any but Ryo had openly expressed an interest, she would rebuke them vigorously. And it was all because she had pined away for a guy that had no interest in her and thought if she allowed herself to become involved with other guys she would be betraying him, as well as behaving like an immoral tramp and pervert; labels she used to apply to Silver far too often.

Thank god Silver had the sense to see through Yuriko's delusions and 'trick' her into situations where the two of them ended up engaged in some hot and heavy sex, or she might have spontaneously combusted from her pent up frustrations. With her denial over, Yuriko could see she had quite willingly, and in some ways encouraged, Silver to do those things with her just for some form of relief, as well as the fact she was attracted to her best friend and wanted a deeper relationship with her. It was a miracle Saotome had remained interested at all with how miserably Yuriko had treated her. If Akira started claiming Yuriko had tricked him into having sex with her, she would have been heartbroken. But Silver seemed to know Yuriko better than she knew herself, and taken the protests and insults in stride. No wonder she felt such love for the platinum-haired enchantress, even if she was technically a girl. While girl-girl sex was fine, it was male meat Yuriko really craved. Luckily Silver-kun provided that frequently, making the situation close to ideal.

Now Yuriko was over that silly phase. Being made 'Little Slut' and accepting her temporary role as Shampoo's slave had been enlightening. After being forced into doing various carnal acts, ones she would not have otherwise engaged in, Yuriko discovered she enjoyed them, climaxing hard and frequently. Moreover, her Auntie had hammered home the fact that there was nothing wrong with the behavior, as long as she was freely choosing to engage in it. And she was. Yuriko realized that if she hadn't wanted to fool around like that, she would never have agreed to the servitude in the first place and accepted the more standard punishment that had been offered.

Realizing that, all of the self-imposed doubts Yuriko had forced upon herself disappeared. She accepted the fact that she enjoyed sex, and lots of it. It wasn't perverted. It didn't make her slut. It was natural, and there was nothing wrong with giving in to her desires. The fact was, Yuriko had a very high sex drive, one she had kept suppressed for years because of false feelings of propriety and that she would be a pervert if she gave in to them. One of the reasons Silver had been the target of so much of her ire was outright jealousy. It wasn't in looks —most agreed Yuriko was more attractive than Silver— it was that the gender switching girl had the confidence to know what she wanted and went after it; something Yuriko denied herself. Now the envy was gone, and the pair's relationship was the stronger for it.

Of course, now that Yuriko had accepted her wants and desires, that meant she underwent a few other changes. As her auntie had pointed out, not only was Yuriko smart, caring, and loving, she was incredibly attractive and had a great body that men lusted after. The two guys that had offered a thousand dollars for the use of her for a couple of hours had been proof of that. While she dearly loved Akira and Silver, and had no intention of letting either of them go, she was a prize catch and expected to be treated as such by her two paramours.

Also, Yuriko's sexual appetite was great, great enough she had honest doubts that one man would be able to satisfy her. She could make herself go without sex, like she had before, but it would be a strain and make her miserable. Not that she would hop into the sack with just anyone. She would reserve her favors exclusively for men that turned her on. Only the most handsome, virile studs would do for a woman of her caliber. Luckily, she was surrounded by an assortment of excessively qualified men, and even cursed women.

Akira and Silver both headed the list, but Yuriko found she wanted to be 'serviced' at regular intervals. Between the two of them, they were capable of satisfying her (even taking into account their satisfying one another), but it was going to take an effort on their part to do so. They were supposed to be in a relationship, after all. Of late, it felt like they weren't treating her the way they should, and it was irritating. Especially given Silver's fascination with that bloated cow, Hinako. Akira seemed to be taking Yuriko for granted in the last few weeks as well. She knew he was busy, but he could have gone out of the way more to spend time with her. Hopefully this weekend would rectify things. Yuriko was going to get satisfaction one way or another. Of course, with their other companion, things might be a bit difficult.

Yuriko felt a touch of guilt when looking at Ryo. He had been the sole object of her desire for a couple of years (confused feelings about Silver not withstanding), yet she had lost interest in him quick enough when she realized Akira liked her and the two started dating. Of course Akira was painfully handsome, patiently understanding, and incredibly hung. When you had him at your side, it was easy to forget others of the male species existed. And Yuriko wasn't the only one that felt that way, as many of her classmates were envious of her success in landing 'Heartbreaker' Tendou, who hadn't dated any girl more than twice during his tenure at Furinkan. It was just as well he had graduated two years earlier, or Yuriko had a feeling she'd be spending more time fending other girls away then engaging in the horizontal shuffle with him.

Looking at Ryo, Yuriko found that her attraction for him was not completely gone. He was an incredible hunk of man that radiated strength and masculinity, even if he acted like a weak-minded ninny a lot of the time. There was no question that he was as much a desirable man in his own way as Silver and Akira were in theirs. He was someone worthy of her attentions. She would love running her hands over a body that could have been chiseled from granite. And she could just imagine what kind of force he could muster driving his cock into her.

And then there were Akira and Silver right alongside him now. Yuriko could attest firsthand to what kind of studs they were. God, if only all three of them would do her at the same time. She fantasized what it would be like to have every one of her holes filled with those three specimens of manhood. They could take turns, switching holes and making her orgasm endlessly. Yuriko squirmed as she felt herself growing wet at the fantasy.

She then felt herself grow wetter as something splashed on her dress.

Yuriko came out of it to see Silver grabbing at the knocked over can of fruit drink she had been drinking. Luckily, it had been almost empty, and only a small trickle had spilled on the lower hem of her skirt.

Silver was up in an instant and around the table. "Sorry about that. Let's clean it up before it sets." She grabbed Yuriko's wrist and pulled her to her feet. She then began dragging the blonde toward the back of the car.

Neither noticed a pair of figures, dressed as car reporters, follow them with their eyes.

It took only a minute for the girls to enter one of the restrooms. Silver pulled the door shut behind them, locking it.

The bathroom was small and cramped, with barely enough room for the two of them. The sink was located next to the toilet. Before Yuriko could say anything, Silver hoisted her up and sat her on the sink. Silver used the closed toilet seat as a place to sit down.

"Here's the stain," Silver pointed it out as she grabbed the hem of Yuriko's dress. She pulled some paper towels from a dispenser, ran some water under it, and began scrubbing the spot.

While Silver scrubbed, Yuriko marked it as unusually thoughtful of her friend to go to such lengths to keep the dress from staining. A far more standard response would have been an apology and nothing further.

Silver continued scrubbing until the stain was mostly gone, the tiny bit of residue that remained unwilling to come off.

"That's better," Silver said, then stopped and peered again. "Oops, spotted another stain."

Yuriko was trying to see what Silver was referring to when the platinum-haired girl's hands sneaked under the dress and pulled the skirt up, giving Silver a clear view of the blonde's panties. Before Yuriko could protest, Silver's hands were fondling her slit through the panties. The seated girl moaned at the contact.

"Yep, definitely a stain there. Let's see if we can figure out the cause." Silver continued stroking.

"No, stop," Yuriko moaned, her hands clutching the edge of the sink rather than fending off her 'attacker'.

Silver continued caressing Yuriko's body. Silk brushed up against the blonde's outer lips, stimulating her in the way she had longed for since boarding the train.

Silver picked up the tempo of her digits. "I saw you squirming in your seat, all fired up with no one to do you. I couldn't stand to see you suffer like that."

Oh god, Yuriko wanted a tongue lashing in the worst way, but they couldn't. Not here. She gasped out, "We can't. Someone will come-oh!"

The gusset of the panties was pulled aside, and a finger thrust partially up Yuriko's pussy. The inner lining clung to the finger, making Yuriko hiss in pleasure.

"Someone's going to come all right," Silver vowed as she removed her finger, grabbed Yuriko's hips, and moved her to the edge of the sink. With a cat-like grin, the cursed girl leaned forward and began eating out the blonde's muff in earnest.

With the first contact of the tongue, Yuriko's breathing became heavier. Lapping sounds reached her ears as that wonderful oral digit began stimulating her clitoris. Yes! This was exactly what she needed. She didn't give a damn about Silver being a girl. She didn't care if others knew what they were up to. She needed eaten out, and she needed it now. Yuriko was going to leave a stain on the edge of the sink with the way her girlfriend was working her over.

The gentle lapping slowed down, and Yuriko felt the tongue working its way directly into her pussy, like a tiny prehensile cock. While it couldn't penetrate anywhere near as deeply as Silver's cursed equipment, it was reaching places that weren't normally stimulated, all courtesy of Silver's selection of oral satisfaction. That, combined with the risk of being discovered in the compromising position, was like gasoline poured on top of the raging fire that was Yuriko's lust.

Through the haze of her thoughts, Yuriko looked down in adoration at the top of Silver's head. It took a true lover to know exactly what her partner needed and give it to her. She thanked the gods she was blessed with someone so understanding, and so horny.

Silver's tongue hit an especially sensitive area, making Yuriko wrap her thighs in a deathlock around Silver's head. She nestled her fingers in her lover's hair, forcing her face forward into Yuriko crotch. "Deeper, drive that fuck tongue of yours deeper," she hissed.

The eating out paused momentarily as Silver stiffened in panic at her confinement. Then it started again with a wild abandon that had been previously missing. Yuriko couldn't keep from squirming on the sink top as the sensation in loins rose to an unparalleled crescendo. All it would take is one more lick in the right spot.

Silver found it. Yuriko bit down on her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming out in orgasm. It took nearly half a minute before her body relaxed enough to loosen her legs from around her lover's head.

Silver backed up, gasping as hard as Yuriko, though for want of oxygen rather than orgasmic bliss. After several deep gulps of air, she exclaimed, "Yu-chan, you nearly kill-"

Her protests were cut off as Yuriko grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled it toward her upper lips rather than her lower. She gave Silver a deep, sensual kiss, forcing her tongue into her lover just as Silver had done earlier, though in a more sensitive spot. After a moment of surprise, Silver relaxed and enjoyed her own oral ravishment.

Yuriko tasted her own juices in Silver's mouth and delighted in them. There was nothing perverted about any of this. It was all painfully beautiful.

They broke off the kiss. Silver looked in awe at Yuriko for a second, before her trademark smirk returned. "Welcome to the mile high club, Yu-chan."

"The mile high club is for when you have sex on a plane," Yuriko explained.

Silver was thrown off by that. "Oh? What do they call it when you screw on a train?"

"Wonderful." Yuriko gave Silver another deep kiss.

Once she broke it off, with a great deal of reluctance, Silver smiled warmly at her, rather than using her lascivious grin. "I got to admit, I like this new you, Yu-chan."

"Better get used to it, the new me is going to be around for a while." Yuriko promised. She then gained a hurt look. "But, I have a problem."

Silver became serious. "What is it? I'll take care of it."

Yuriko pouted and started talking like a little girl. "My panties are all wet." She hiked up her skirt, showing the damp undergarments. "I can't possibly wear them now." With an exaggerated flair, she rolled them down her legs then stepped out of undergarment. She held them out in offering to Silver. "Would you mind holding them for me?"

"It'll be my pleasure." Silver took a moment to sniff the panties, basking in their intoxicating scent, before stuffing them in her pocket.

Yuriko smiled innocently. "If you're going to be doing that sort of thing to me, I guess there's no sense in wearing panties for the rest of the weekend. I'll be like this the whole time." She lifted her skirt to flash her pussy at her lover, shoving it back down so Silver only caught the briefest glimpse of it.

Silver's eyes gleamed with predatory anticipation. "That would be so cool."

Yuriko pouted. "Of course, it'll leave me vulnerable to horny brutes that might try to bend me over and stick their big cocks in me."

"Don't worry. I'll keep a lookout for them," Silver said.

Of course, Yuriko noted, Silver didn't say she'd be stopping any of those big cocks from sticking themselves in her. And least she'd better not, if she knew what was good for her.

Outside the door, the two individuals, dressed as news reporters, removed their ears from the door.

"That was great." One of them said, hands thrust deeply in his pocket.

"It would have been even better if we had gotten to see it," the second one said.

"I could imagine it," the first one sighed.

The second man looked at the first in confusion. "Why do you look so satisfied?"

The first smiled. "You know what they say, 'A man with a hole in his pocket is a very handy guy'."

"I'm sorry I never thought of that," the second said. "Anyway, we'd better get down to business." He removed a set of lockpicks from his pocket.

The pair had turned around, and were focusing on the doorknob when they heard someone behind them clear their throat.

Both turned to find themselves confronted by a huge pair of pectoral muscles. Wincing, they looked up into the face of an irate Ryo Hibiki.

"What do you two think you're doing?"

The second said, "Obviously, we're reporters."

The first nodded in agreement. "Yes, we're conducting an investigation on the bathroom door locks to make sure they work properly." He tried the handle. "See? They work. We'll be going now."

The pair started to walk away. They hadn't made it two steps before they found themselves snared by the backs of their collars and hoisted into the air.

"And were you investigating on how your interior plumbing is working?" He looked meaningfully at the first man's pants, specifically the stain that had formed in his crotch.

"Yes, and boy, does it work fine," the first man assured him.

"You perverts disgust me." Ryo spat as he banged the two together, like a pair of cymbals.

The force of the collision knocked both unconscious. Throwing one over his shoulder and keeping a firm grip on the other's neck with his meaty paw, Ryo opened the door to the restroom next to Yuriko and Silver's, and threw them inside, closing the door behind them.

It was at that moment that Yuriko and Silver emerged from the bathroom. They noticed Ryo immediately.

"What are you doing here?" Silver asked.

He considered telling them about the perverts he had caught listening in on their conversation, but then decided there was no sense in worrying them unnecessarily. They would be safe from perverts that would try to do anything to them as long as Ryo Hibiki was around.

"It was taking you guys a while. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He felt bad about lying to them, but it was for the best.

Silver looked at Yuriko. "Aww, that's so sweet. He was worried about us." Silver stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. Yuriko mirrored the action by kissing his other cheek.

Most of Ryo's higher brain functions shut down. Silver had kissed him. All was right in the world.

Ryo was so out of it, he failed to notice the way Silver's hand fondled Yuriko's bottom through her dress as the two made their way back to their seats.

The girls returned to their seats. Silver watched as Yuriko whispered something in Akira's ear. His eyes widened momentarily in disbelief. The blonde gained a smirk, one more characteristic of Silver than herself, and grabbed Akira's hand moving it over to her lap. His eyes lost the hint of disbelief, and instead shifted to an uncharacteristically sly one of his own.

Silver couldn't see under the edge of the table, but she could tell by the faint movement of Akira's arm he was fingering Yuriko's snatch. What Silver wanted to do was get on his other side and have him finger her, but she was wearing pants, and even if she had worn a skirt, there wasn't enough room. Instead it was Silver's turn to simmer in her own juices while Yuriko had someone stirring hers. Again. It was times like this Silver didn't appreciate her lover's greed.

Silver needed a distraction until they arrived at their destination. She reached under her seat, trying to find her bag. Inside there was a book on Spanish, a language she was currently trying to master. Having grown up in a bi-lingual household, in combination with traveling around the world with her parents during their early search for a cure and staying in foreign countries for extended periods of time, had helped Silver gain conversational, if not outright fluency, in several languages. It was more a hobby than an urge to learn, but the skill had served her well on a number of occasions.

Her searching limb stumbled upon a handle and pulled. Instead of her bag, she came up with a metal briefcase. It wasn't hers, and she was certain Ryo hadn't brought it along.

"Hey, Handjob," she said to Akira, letting the pair know her irritation at being left out of the action. "This yours? It was under my seat."

Akira paused in his ministrations and shook his head. Yuriko did the same. "You should take it to lost and found."

"Why me?" Silver complained.

"You found it," Akira said.

Silver narrowed her eyes, showing her displeasure again. What he said made sense; she just didn't like it. She sniffed disdainfully at the pair, then stood up and walked away.

Ultra-cool ninja dude, and member of the Torso, Yusaku Hayama stared in admiration at his handiwork. He had set up the signal device exactly where he was supposed to, attaching it to the signal crossing light along the railway. He could see the train in the distance, rapidly approaching. Soon it would pass by, and the briefcase with the transmitter, the one that would be planted under the specially res