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Warning, High Citrus Content!

Nabiki was sure that Ranma was frowning thoughtfully. She couldn't see his face, the way she was leaning against his chest with his arms around her, both leaning against a tree shaped perfectly for the purpose — as it should be, in her dream. But the ... thoughtful focus? ... intent? ... that Ranma was radiating said that he wasn't just enjoying the view of the meadow with a brook running through it — the same place they'd been visiting the night Gosunkugi had first tried to summon Ranma.

"So the kami that got us together thinks it's a good idea for me ta go native," he repeated.

"Yes."

"And that's really why ya pushed for me ta help out the Amazons."

"Yes"

"And Mom agrees."

"Yes."

Nabiki had been tightening with every 'yes', and now she almost leaped out of her skin when he lightly kissed the back of her neck and murmured, "Okay."

She squeaked, "Okay?"

"Yeah. When I got splashed during the fight at the temple, the magic there ... I don't think I'll ever feel anything more powerful. I hope not. But it felt ... clean, I guess."

"Pure. It felt pure," Nabiki suggested, relaxing as she remembered that visit to Nekomi. She had no real reason to go back, but some day she'd come up with an excuse...

"Yeah, pure. So, if the kami that lives in a place like that think it's a good idea, an' you an' Mom agree, it's probably a good idea."

It wasn't going to be that easy, Nabiki knew, nowhere near. But ... It's a start. When Ranma puts his ... puts her mind to something, she does it. And as part of that, she was going to have to start thinking of Ranma as female all the time, not just when her fiancé was a succubus. Ranma's male 'incubus' form was coming sooner or later, but even when it did he'd ... she'd probably use the female form as the default — everyone in the household that could see her were female, after all, including her mother.

The thought brought a hint of disappointment with it ... Ranma was a handsome hunk of man flesh ... but she felt herself relaxing thanks to the apparent ease of his ... of her acceptance. And as she relaxed she sensed Ranma's own tension easing. Still, there was one more issue...

Twisting so she could look up at Ranma's face, she asked, "And you aren't angry that I manipulated you?"

He smiled down at her. "Nah, not really. It's who ya are, and you were just lookin' out for me." Then his smile turned into a grin, echoed by the amusement in his emotions. "Besides, Mom told ya to quit it, didn't she?"

Nabiki blushed, remembering the dressing-down she'd received from her Sensei ... or under these circumstances, Mother. "Yes, Mother did. She pointed out that tactics appropriate against enemies, opponents, or even allies in some cases aren't appropriate in intimate relationships. She was ... rather forceful about it."

His grin broadened, the amusement intensifying. "Thought so."

Nabiki tried to pout, but the relief sweeping through her at Ranma's easy forgiveness was too intense for anything but a broad smile of her own. Besides, with Ranma in her succubus form, however he looked in Nabiki's dream, there was no hiding that relief from Ranma's own empathy. As wonderful as it is to know how each other feels, it does cut down on opportunities to tease. A bit, at least.

Relieved at having the difficult part of the night out of the way, Nabiki contentedly snuggled back down in her fiancée's arms and let her gaze wander over the beauty of the meadow stretching before them, the brook softly burbling. She was going to have to make sure she woke up early enough for the two to enjoy a round before breakfast — that would be the ultimate cap on getting Ranma over her Cat Fist-induced panic attack — but for now she was content to simply enjoy the scenery and luxuriate in the sense of Ranma's presence. "So, why were you so late?" she idly asked. "Peach Fuzz told me you needed to dive into the Voice for some reason, but it still shouldn't have taken so long. How many rounds did you need to ... ah, observe until you had it all set?"

She stiffened when she simultaneously felt the body she was pressed against tense up, and was flooded by the oddest mix of uncertainty, accomplishment, embarrassment and ... was that disgust? Not exactly, but something close... She twisted again to look up at Ranma, to find his face so beet red she should have been able to feel the radiant heat.

"Uh, yeah, 'bout that ..." Ranma reached up to rub his neck beneath his pony-tail. "Well, y'see, when I actually merged with Heng Chu during the sex, his emotions were too much, I couldn't focus on the physical side. So me an' Peach Fuzz went into the Voice ta see if it'd be different there, and it worked. But then ..." he hesitated, his blush actually deepening, then shrugged. "I did it again with Ru Kai, ta get how it feels for a girl."

Nabiki's jaw dropped, that was the last thing she had expected. "You did what!? Why?"

" 'cause ..." He hesitated, then gently cupped her cheeks with both hands and leaned down and kissed her.

What — oh! Oh, Ranma ... She eagerly responded, and a kiss that had started as gentle as his hands quickly turned ardent. When they finally broke from an imagined lack of air, they were both panting. Nabiki was luxuriating in the wave of loving lust washing over her from her lover, and knew he was sensing the same; there was no doubt where this was heading. But first, with a voice that shook she asked, "You did this for me?"

"Hey, ya deserve the best I can give."

Nabiki responded by pulling Ranma's head down into another kiss with one hand while the other started working at his trousers' fastenings.

Suddenly, there were no trousers to unfasten ... or shirt to pull over his head. For that matter, her own T-shirt and tight shorts — and underwear — had vanished as well, leaving her open to the cool breeze.

Ranma chuckled against her lips, then pulled back to grin at her. "Sorry if I spoiled yer fun, but ya seem ta be in a hurry."

"You got that right!" She pulled his head back down to resume the kiss, the hand formerly occupied with Ranma's trousers now caressing his chest. The hard muscles of his martial arts-toughened physique was excitingly different from the soft, utterly gropable breasts of her succubus form.

And that's not all that's hard, she thought as she felt the stiff length of Ranma's cock pressed against her thigh. Remembering the first time they had tried and failed, the night Ranma had been propositioned by Mara, she broke the kiss to slide down his body. This time was going to be different.

Ranma groaned as Nabiki slid down his foreskin and ran her tongue around the tip revealed. His groan deepened as she replaced her tongue with her lips even as her hand squeezed and pumped along his lower length. She grinned around her mouthful, pleased at his response — the response she'd failed to elicit during that first fiasco. If he's enjoying that, this should really get his engine revving! She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, then slid her mouth down the full length of his cock, and frowned in confusion around her mouthful. From her research (and now that she thought of it, she really should have practiced with her dildos), she'd been expecting to have to suppress her gag reflex when the tip of the length stretching her lips hit the back of her throat, but ... nothing. And while she could feel the tickle of his pubic hairs against her nose it felt ... washed out, faded?

"Uh, Nabs ..." Ranma's hands gently gripped her head and pulled her up, cock tip popping free of her lips. "Ru Kai didn't do that, not that all-the-way-in thing. I don't know how it feels, and it looks like you don't, either?"

Nabiki sighed, shaking her head. "No, I don't. I guess that'll have to wait until later." When you have an male body I can play with, even if it's your 'incubus' form.

"Yeah. But fer now ..." Ranma's voice had turned into a growl that Nabiki returned as his eager lust mixed with and boosted her own, and he pulled her up along his body and twisted, pushing them away from the tree and landing so that he was on top. Normally Nabiki wouldn't have been ready so quickly, but this was her dream and if she decided she was ready then she was ready! She spread her legs and reached between them to grasp his rock-hard rod, lining it up with the wet folds of her cleft. With a single thrust Ranma buried himself to the hilt.

Ranma's cock wasn't the largest object she'd had buried in her sheath — one of her dildos made Ranma seem almost small — but other than the first two dreams she'd shared with her fiancé everything she'd had inserted there had been under her own control, and looking back those dreams had had a faint unreal edge to them. There was nothing unreal now, the cock stretching the walls of her sheath as it plundered her depths was as hard and veined as the most realistic of her dildos but warm and attached to the man (being) she loved and definitely not under her control. It only took a couple pounding thrusts for the gentle wave of her first orgasm to wash through her (more, she would think looking back, because of their success than any physical stimulation).

She 'resurfaced' from that first burst of pleasure to find that Ranma hadn't even slowed down, the thrusts pounding her ass against their grassy 'bed', and thanks to the rising pleasure bursting with each thrust she didn't want him to. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to bury him deeper still as she clawed at his back and shouted her demand: "Harder! Harder! Harder!" He did his best to comply, and she distantly thought that it was a good thing they were dreaming or she wouldn't be able to move in the morning until the growing pressure of the rising tide (both hers and his) washed all coherent thought away and she lost all sense of anything but her and Ranma's pleasure and the hard cock they were centered around.

Finally that building pressure burst, and she shrieked as she felt her sheath clench around that pistoning rod while her exploding pleasure slammed into Ranma. She barely felt his hot seed bursting into her depths as that pleasure mixed with Ranma's own climax and hammered back into her. The grassy meadow they were lying in rippled out around them as if they were a pair of rocks dropped into a pool, the trees bordering the meadow exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors ... and Nabiki jerked awake to find herself still lying on her side in her bed, her arms around the limp body of the succubus she'd been cuddling when she'd finally managed to fall sleep. "Great, we did it again."

Rolling onto her back with her unconscious lover resting weightless on her chest, she stared up at the night-shrouded ceiling. Now that it was over, she found herself shivering with more than just the echoes of their lovemaking as she realized what could have happened. What if, during their dream, she had let go of Ranmo? With Ranma's own circling arms loosened when she was knocked unconscious, she could have been falling through the house on her way to bedrock right now! Sure, Nabiki or Mother could have just summoned her back if she got too deep before she woke up and got lost underground, but they were trying to find a way to prevent that.

Then she felt Ranma begin to stir, making her suck in her breath as soft skin brushed across her nipples through her T-shirt. That pleasant sensation made it easier for her to bury her worry as blue eyes blinked open. "Na-Nabiki?"

"Relax, Ranma, I'm fine. Everything's fine. More than fine."

Author's Note: Yes, the chapter title is a baseball metaphor. They managed to connect bat to ball, but it didn't quite go where they wanted... ~_^