Sexuality: Happosai's Revenge
Chapter 2: Nabiki's Assistance

While Nabiki was on the phone Kasumi was tending to Ranma in his room. She recommended that Uncle Saotome sleep in Happosai's room so Ranma could have some peace since he wasn't feeling well. She dipped a towel into warm water and wrung it out. She placed it on Ranma's forehead.

Ranma regained consciousness shortly after. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Argh. I don't feel so good."

"Oh, Ranma, you're awake."

"Hey Kasumi. What happened?"

"We were eating dinner when you suddenly grabbed your head and passed out."

What Ranma was thinking before he passed out came back to him.

"Stupid lech." He muttered.

"Oh, you think this has something to do with what Happosai did to you?"

"Yeah. Have you seen him?"

"No, Grandfather hasn't returned yet."

"Oh."

Ranma suddenly became aware of Kasumi's proximity. It felt nice and warm. It made him feel hot. He turned and looked into her eyes. Kasumi smiled at him when she noticed. They continued staring into each other's eyes for a while.

"Ya know Kasumi...has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"Oh, my. No?"

Ranma found his hand rising to cup Kasumi's cheek. "You're so beautiful. Maybe you should wear something nicer than your usual dress sometimes."

Kasumi blushed. She leaned into Ranma's hand; feelings she never had or acknowledged before came forth from his words. "Oh, you think so?"

"Definitely Kasumi."

"I'm...flattered you think so, Ranma."

She felt a gentle pressure pulling her towards Ranma. Ranma had moved his hand to hold her neck gently. She found herself moving closer and closer to Ranma, her eyes closing. Her heart pounded in her chest. Suddenly the contact was gone as Ranma jerked his hand away like he was burned. He flipped over, turning his back to her.

Ranma stuttered an apology. "I-I'm sorry Kasumi...I didn't mean to..."

Kasumi's eyes fluttered open and she realized she was holding her breath. She quickly let it go. "That's okay Ranma..."

The door chose that moment to open. Nabiki walked in and took note of Kasumi's blush. She quirked an eyebrow.

"Um, Kasumi? Could I talk to Ranma alone for a moment."

Kasumi, who was still somewhat flustered, answered a little too quickly. "Sure, just call me if you need anything."

Kasumi teleported out of the room.

Nabiki smoothed her skirt under her as she sat on her knees beside Ranma.

"I won't ask what just happened, but I haven't seen Kasumi look that way since she was in High School."

Nabiki looked the way her sister went and then turned back to Ranma's form.

"I suppose you must have passed out from fighting the emotions that the moxibustion caused. I mean you were ogling me and my sisters pretty bad."

She saw Ranma stiffen. She felt sympathy for him.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. It's quite flattering that you would look at me that way."

"I'm not a pervert."

Nabiki's irritation tinged her voice as she answered him. "Ranma, it's quite normal for a guy your age to look at girls that way," Nabiki admonished.

"No it's not, it's perverted. Stupid lech."

"Just where did you get such an idea from?"

"Akane."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry to say, Ranma, but my sister's view of the world is a bit skewed. If it wasn't normal, why would you overhear guys talking about girls all the time?"

Ranma was at a loss of words.

"I mean if everyone was like my sister, the human race as we know it would come to an end."

Anger flicked briefly across his features from the way Nabiki was talking about Akane.

"Anyway, Ranma, I think I know something that'll help. Have you ever touched yourself?"

"No!"

Nabiki rolled her eyes again. "Well, Ranma, I have a news flash for you. Most people do that as well. I'm pretty sure Akane does it too, unless she uses brick breaking as a substitute. But I'm guessing you really haven't. You must be so pent up."

"So, even you do?"

Nabiki sighed. She was slightly embarrassed at the personal question, but answering it would help him. "Yes, Ranma, I do." Ranma's eyes widened. "But that stays between us. Just because everyone does it, doesn't mean it's something you just talk about openly."

"Okay."

"Now, As I was saying, you touching yourself might help. I'll keep everyone away for an hour. I'll come back to check on you after that." Nabiki quirked an eyebrow. "You might want to get one of those paper towels from over there before you start though."

Nabiki then swiftly got up and left the room.

Nabiki returned after an hour like she said. Everyone was going to sleep now. She knocked on the door.

"Ranma?"

She didn't get an answer and walked right in. Ranma was shaking a little, and had the sheets pulled up to his neck, holding them to him like a protective measure.

"Ranma!" Nabiki gasped when she caught sight of him. "Ranma, what's wrong?"

Ranma looked over at her with desperation in his eyes.

"It...it didn't work, Nabiki. I think it made it a little worse." His voice quivered as he spoke.

Nabiki sighed. She tapped her forefinger on her chin as she thought. "Um. I have an idea."

She knelt beside Ranma and checked the water in the bucket Kasumi used earlier for the towel.

"Hmm. Seems cold enough." She dumped the water on him, changing him into her.

"Nabiki?"

"Just try this, this time. I'll be back in another hour."

"Ranma?" She whispered as she entered the room. She slid the door shut behind her. Everyone else was asleep now.

She looked over at Ranma whose sheets were kicked off and her shirt half open. Ranma's eyes were closed. Nabiki figured she must have been fondling her own chest. Nabiki walked over and knelt beside Ranma. She nudged her. Ranma blinked her eyes open and a sad look crossed her features.

"It- It didn't work this time either..." Her voice quavered.

Nabiki had one more ace in the whole she would try, but she wondered if it really would make a difference.

"Oh, Ranma. I have one last idea, but I don't think you'll like it. I really don't want to do this myself under given circumstances, but you look so desperate I've got to help. You got this saving me from that old bastard." Not to mention it gives me the excuse to see something nice.

Nabiki shook her head sadly. "I'll be right back."

Nabiki shortly returned with her book bag under her arm, and one cup of water in each hand. She set the cups near Ranma on the floor, and placed the bag farther away. She then put her back to Ranma to block her view of what she was doing. She pulled out a camera and cloth. She covered everything but the camera lens. It was too dark in the room for Ranma to tell what it was. She'd forget about it after she started anyway. She pulled a rubber band out of her pocket and tied her hair back. She didn't want it blocking the camera's view. Ranma's eyes followed her as she went to the window and pulled the curtains back to let in just enough light to lightly illuminate Ranma's body in shadow.

Nabiki smiled at her handy work. Ranma would be visible to the camera, but she would be silhouetted at that angle so no one would be able to tell who it was. Ranma's face, however, was clearly visible. She wanted it to pick up all his expressions as he writhed with pleasure. Her face split in a grin when she thought of all the money she would make from this.

She returned to Ranma's side and picked up the cup that had steam rising off of it. She dumped it on Ranma. Ranma returned to his original gender.

"Take off your shirt Ranma."

Ranma quirked an eyebrow, but at this moment was so desperate he'd do anything. He complied. Nabiki smiled again. His rippling muscles now in view. This video would be the prize possession of many girls tomorrow. She began undoing Ranma's pants.

"W-What are you doing?"

Nabiki smirked at him. "Helping you. I figured touching yourself probably just wasn't enough. You needed a helping hand."

Before Ranma's mind came back on line, his pants and boxers were already pulled down. Nabiki noticed he was already ready, which was probably due to the moxibustion. She swallowed hard. She felt a stirring in her lower body. She felt guilty for doing this; he was her sister's inazuke. The only redeeming thoughts that allowed her to do this was that she knew Akane would never know or do this and she would make a killing tomorrow. The girls would blow months worth of allowance for this. She would also swear them never to speak of the tape, and that she had their names should word get out. She also had the good sense not to sell this to Kodachi, as she would be asking around about whom seduced her Ranma. She took a deep breath to steel herself, and then took him into her mouth.

An hour later she realized that this was not getting anywhere. Ranma was whimpering for release. She knew for a fact that most guys would have blown by now no matter how good their stamina was. She eyed the other cup of water. The camera was still recording. She didn't think she could sell the tape of his girl side to any of the guys...they had too big of mouths. She couldn't sell it to Kuno because he has the biggest mouth of all the males. He would most likely say something flowery but lewd the next time he saw the "pigtailed girl." She decided she would make a bit of extra change selling it to the few secret lesbians that went to Furinkan.

Nabiki picked up the other cup and splashed Ranma with it, making him a girl. Ranma sighed in relief, no longer having to feel the painful erection he was sporting. Nabiki wasn't as attracted to girls as to boys, but she had an open mind, and didn't find it repulsive in the least. She took a breath and dug in.