Porn World!
By Jim Robert Bader
(Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi and so many others who do not deserve the blame for putting me up to this series...)
[And special thanks to Frederic Herriot for his contributions, which inspired me to get back on this as yet unfinished Lemon series...]
The Eighth Encore.
A Flash of Honey.
("World Without Men...")
WARNING-LEMON MERANGE FANFICTION AHEAD!
CONTAINS SCENES OF AN ADULT AND HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE NATURE THAT MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE'S PALET. THIS IS A FANTASY WORLD IN WHICH 99% OF THE MEN HAVE BEEN KILLED OFF BY A PLAGUE AND THE WOMEN HAVE BEEN LEFT HORNY AS HELL WITH PERFECT HEALTH AND VITALITY AND ONLY EACH OTHER TO SATISFY THAT ITCH THEY'RE FEELING! THIS IS NOT A RECOMMENDATION,
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT AUTHORIZE THE USE OF BIOTERRORISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS ONLY A FANFIC AND NO ACTUAL MEN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SERIES...YOU HAVE BEEN DULY WARNED!
Honesty Kisiragi stood and regarded her handiwork, marveling at the perfection of her own creation and the ideal form it presented that was exactly to all specifications. It amazed her to think that she had manufactured such a thing that looked so real and life-like that even she had difficulty believing it was artificial. In due fact her creation seemed so authentic to design that it almost seemed as if it would get up off the table at any minute without needing Honesty to push any buttons.
The Android (no, make that Gynoid) was a perfect facsimile of a woman...to be exact, of Honesty's own mother, a woman whom she barely remembered since she had been a small child at the time of her death (which was some years before the advent of the Millennial Virus, and thus ancient history as it concerned the people of the planet). The Synthoid (a better term that more accurately described Honesty's creation) was a perfect copy of her mother as recorded from photos and those few surviving DNA samples that Honesty had been able to recover. Tall and beautiful with long blonde hair and distinctly Western features that accounted for at least one half of Honesty's own Amerasian ancestry, only modified a **bit** in accordance with Honesty's own ideas for what constituted the "perfect woman."
In truth this masterpiece was not so much Honesty's child as an adopted younger sister since the original prototype plans had been left to Honesty by her late (and much lamented) scientist father. Her father had been the true genius in their family, and quite a visionary, years ahead of his time in the area of Robotics. It had taken Honesty many years (and a small fortune) to realize the ideals of Professor Kisiragi Ikagi, but now at last she had vindicated her long struggle, confirming that his ideas-though unconventional-were not only viable but could produce the perfect Synthoid.
Standing now before the finished prototype she could not help but admire the craftsmanship that she had poured into the design, giving the Synthoid a methodical study and marveling at the smooth texture of artificial skin sheathed over polyduroid musculature attached to a metallic skeletal frame of Molybdenum-Titanium poly-alloyed steel that were both light and yet a thousand times more resilient than actual human bone and muscle. It was also laced with the latest in self-regenerating Nanite technology that would maintain the integrity of its body and mind, giving the machine an almost indefinitely lifespan very similar to that of a post-Millennial Virus imbued human.
Of course the "flesh" of this Synthoid was quite vulnerable to tearing, slashing and other forms of penetration, not hard like steel in spite of the density of its bone and muscle. Her father had been very precise in specifying that the Synthoid would resemble a living human being with certain vulnerabilities that came with the enhanced neural sensitivity that was necessary for the tactile relay processors and heuristic energy cells that would give the Synthoid her supranormal anatomical perfection.
As for the shape of the Synthoid herself...well, to that Honesty had to plead guilty to indulging her own libido. The face was patterned after that of her late mother but with the beauty of youth in full bloom, and with an aquiline nose somewhat longer and narrower than normal but with an upturned cast that gave the face a perky, almost preternaturally tomboyish profile. She was also curvaceous to a degree that very few real women could hope to equal...and with a pair of melon-sized breasts that would never sag with time or wear (almost to the point of affecting both posture and balance), yet specially designed to mimic the functions of real breast tissue, even to their capacity to lactate with the proper amount of sexual stimulation.
Indeed, the true genius of her late father's design was that this Synthoid was far more than a simple robot, having actual biological processes that would metabolize food and drink and generate basic operational power through the process of electro-chemical breakdown, a near perfect replication of human physiognomy that translated down to the basic cellular level. Oh true she would be many times stronger and infinitely more resilient than a normal human, to say nothing of the other special capacities that had been built into her to give this Synthoid special talents possessed by no ordinary human.
Most prominent among these "special features" was yet another of her late father's patented designs, something that the plan specks referred to as an "Atmosphere Converter," a deceptively mild term to describe a machine that had such a versatile function. It could reorganize the shape and arrangement of complex molecule chains pertaining to the exterior frame of the Synthoid, giving her a wide range of Chameleon-like abilities that would allow her to alter appearance at will. This would enable her to camouflage herself so that she could circulate among normal humans and not be identified by any one particular profile. She could even alter the length and color of her hair on command, as well as whatever clothing she might be wearing and whatever accessories she might require in a given identity. Each identity was even coded into the sub-processor routine of the Artificial brain that would give the Synthoid her variable personality, which in turn would enable her disguise as she assumed a different "type" and mode with each programmed identity.
Of course the basic personality type was derived from dozens of analogue brain scans that Honesty had covertly taken from friends and fellow college students, a blending of many favorable qualities that she had analyzed during the course of her Psyche 104 studies. It had taken quite a while to work the bugs out of the basic processor unit and to integrate the motor response relays with the physical relays, giving her creation a superb degree of speed and coordination. The only step left to conclude was to start her up and watch as systems came online, and then she would see for herself if everything her father imagined in his conception could be brought into existence, a living, breathing true-to-life synthetic human being, the next stage in machine AI evolution.
Only now that she had reached the final stage Honesty had cause to reflect on what had motivated her to undertake such a complex endeavor. A private personal fortune had been sunk into this research and quite a bit of her own time and energy...and for what? For the completing of a dream that had belonged to her father? A man who had perished so many years ago with the rest of the men on the planet? Just proving that his ideas had merit would hardly appear to justify the expense.
Yet somehow Honesty had felt compelled to follow her father's notes and carry out his wishes to the letter, even if some aspects of his ideas did seem more than a little strange, especially when he insisted that his Synthoid be warrior-capable, and designed for protection of normal humans against every type of threat that one could imagine.
Honesty studied her creation carefully, admiring the naked body of the (currently) blonde haired Synthoid with its absolute perfection of form and beauty. It was as if she were looking upon a perfect physical recreation of her own mother, and yet there were enough differences between this and a human being that she could easily imagine that she was gazing upon her own sister. In truth there was a passing resemblance between them, though Honesty's own hair was of a much darker coloration (currently died purple, as was fashionable for this season) and without question the Synthoid was much taller and far more well developed. She found herself curiously drawn to the motionless body of her creation, feeling a peculiar kind of magnetism that attracted her in spite of the Synthoid being in dormant stasis.
Perhaps, Honesty reflected, she had been a little too precise in following her father's instructions to the letter, including the creation of a Power Projection station that would feed the Synthoid with extra reserves of energy whenever called upon to do so. The station was cleverly hidden within a statue constructed to resemble a tributary icon to the many faces of The Goddess. Indeed, her father's notes had been full of many and various references to the spirit that he called "The Mother Of Us All," some of his terms rather archaic and fanciful with numerous theories about Akashic energy and Collective Unconscious Imagery that could be tapped into to give his creation an additional reserve of Emotionally Resonant power. In truth Honesty only half understood some of the theories involved in the workings of her creation, having copied the diagrams and notes of her father without fully comprehending their exact function, but still her father had been rather adamant that his instructions be followed to the letter, and Honesty had enough respect for his intellect to obediently fulfill his designs, hoping in doing so that she would discover more of the true nature of her father.
Among the most curious and ominous of warnings her father had alluded to he had seemed most concerned that his creation be designed to counter the ambitions of some entity whom he enigmatically referred to by the name of Panther Zora. In truth it sounded more like the deluded ramblings of a fanciful mind, but something in her father's notes had convinced Honesty that he might well have been onto something, or-at the very least-it would be wiser to err on the side of caution and indulge her father's whims, however implausible they might seem in the light of cold reason.
On the other hand, all of her father's projections and theories had seemed to hold validity so far, and all the tests to date had confirmed the viability of his designs and concepts. Of course the most curious thing about the nearly completed project was the code name her father had given his designs: Operation Cutey Honey, a most curious name designation and one that sounded as if it belonged to a Bandai program, but the name did seem to fit the finished product, and so it had stuck despite Honesty's own reservations.
"Cutey you are," she mused as she admired her own creation, running her fingers over its surface and marveling at the lifelike texture of the still inactive Synthoid, "You're my Cutey, Kisiragi Honey...but will you be everything my father desired? I wonder...will you truly live, or prove that he was a crackpot after all...?"
Honesty sighed, realizing that she was just delaying the inevitable postponing the activation of the Synthoid, so she returned to the control station and set the activation sequence in motion. By entering the initializing code she begin the start-up sequence for her creation, then standing back to watch with hushed anticipation as one by one systems came online, and gradually by stages the Synthoid came alive...and started breathing!
One-minute later full activation was achieved, and the Synthoid opened her eyes and glanced around, seeming to be momentarily puzzled, as if trying to sort out from memories a basic understanding of its place and condition. But then those changeable eyes turned and focused upon Honesty, and a slow smile crossed her lovely features.
"Mother?" she asked tentatively, as if that were the automatic and expected inquiry.
"Er...no, not quite," Honesty replied, "More like...I'm your older sister. My father...your father...he died some time ago, but he set your creation into motion..."
"I'm glad," the Synthoid said in a surprisingly light and cheerful tone of voice.
"Eh?" Honesty asked with an arched eyebrow.
"It means I can do this without reservations," the Synthoid replied, and then to Honesty's astonishment the metal bands binding it to the table popped open, and the artificial girl stepped free on bare feet to test her weight upon the floor, wavering slightly before gaining complete control over functions such as balance. She then straightened out to her full height before reaching out to embrace the astonished Honesty, who went stiff for a few seconds before feeling the surprising warmth from the body of her own creation.
"But...but I..." Honesty began to protest when her lips were suddenly sealed by the press and feel of entirely realistic lips over her mouth, and the warming pressure that came with the first kiss ever attempted by her own creation.
"I am so happy to be able to do that at last," the Synthoid said as their lips briefly parted, "You have worked so long and diligently in my creation that I felt the urge to somehow thank you, and now at last I can do what I was created to do, which is to love you."
"Wha...what?" Honesty gasped, only to find her mouth sealed up again by another kiss, and this time she could not help but automatically return her creation's ardor, even as her rational mind attempted to sort out what could have happened to produce such a reaction.
It had to be the central relay converter, of course...the great external data-base within the statue of the Goddess must have been prematurely activated during the programming phase when Honesty had been in the process of integrating the central personality profile. Once again the mysteries inherent in her father's designs had proven to surpass Honesty's wildest expectations, but-more to the point-the Synthoid was proving to be so very authentic that her advances confused Honesty's senses and overwhelmed her professional detachment.
Despite knowing better she could not help but feel as though her creation were a real person intent on ravishing her creator's body, and in spite of every rational reason that ruled against her reacting this way her body and mind reacted with a flash of instantaneous arousal. Honesty found herself yielding to the Synthoid's advances in exactly the same way that she would have done with a human woman, in a very real sense fulfilling that which had only been a dream until now and proving effectively the meticulous perfection of her own creation.
It had been some time since last Honesty had been with a lover. So driving and intense had been the urges that had caused her to lock herself away within the basement of her house that she had little time for any sort of social life, and so she had become almost as cloistered as a Nun from the old pre-Virus days. She was not as much of a raving sex-maniac as her cousin Ayaka (who even by the standards of the times was thought a bit excessive in claiming the charms of her business "clients") but she did have serious needs that she had been ignoring for too long, needs that were now surfacing in full and complete measure.
Without realizing it she had been deliberately designing her creation to replicate her ideal of what a woman's body was like based on more than simple memories since Honesty had the normal passions of most women of the current era. Since there were no men about it had become necessary for women to turn to each other to sate their considerable appetite for sex, and so Honesty had grown up in an age where Lesbianism was the norm of society, and her only ideal of what a partner should be like was-quite naturally-a woman.
Oh, there had been a time when she considered giving her creation a masculine identity and anatomy, much like other Synthoid types currently coming onto the market, but without a living template to draw upon-to say nothing of the fact that a male android would stand out like a sore thumb in the current era-she had given up on the idea as impractical, even contrary to her intentions to have her creation be treated like a normal person. Even for purposes of satisfying her curiosity of what it would be like to make love to a man was not a sufficient motive to contravene her father's wishes. And so she had resolved to fashion the perfect woman for her creation, and so she had unwittingly designed her to be Honesty's perfect dream lover, right down to the tiniest detail such as giving project Cutey Honey fully active pleasure sensors and anatomical detail that was indistinguishable from the genitalia of a "real" woman.
And not only was her creation capable of experiencing sexual urges but the full range of human emotions with an empathic range that made her a natural lover. She had extensive knowledge of sexual techniques and an innate sense of the pleasure centers of a woman's body, plus the equivalent of hormonally charged urges meant to help her pass for normal in their society...and with the Template brain patterns of a dozen different women for added incentive.
This meant that the line blurring the difference between Honesty and her creation was even thinner than imagined, and-more to the point-she was presently being embraced by a literal sex machine who had the means and will to give Honesty the satisfaction that she had been missing for so long, and with an emotional ardor that was indistinguishable from the passions of a healthy normal woman. Moreover, being held by the very same anatomy that Honesty had expressly designed to be the ideal desirable body meant that her own deep-felt urges rose quite naturally to the surface and overcame her last lingering reservations.
Even as she thought this she found herself being borne down to the floor with her Synthoid creation pressing down on Honesty with great enthusiasm and passion. The lab coat she was wearing was parted away and Honesty found herself systematically denuded of every last article of clothing, her creation using her internal Atmosphere converter to banish away all obstacles separating her from the object of her intentions. Once bare skin was making contact with artificial dermal tissues both Synthoid and Creator went at it like two cats in mutual heat with all the crazed intensity demanded of human women under the influence of the Millennial Virus. And yet-in spite of the way her own heart was beating like crazy-Honesty still had the presence of mind to gasp out a question.
"This is...truly what you want?" she wondered.
"Oh yes," the Synthoid replied with complete sincerity in her voice, "I want this very much indeed, my creator...um...should I call you Sister...or Mistress?"
"Just...call me Honesty," the human woman replied, staring up at the smoldering eyes of the artificial woman straddling her and asking, "What...what should I call you?"
"Call me Honey," the Synthoid replied, "That was my designation before my birth, and I find I rather like the name...Honesty, my Mistress."
"Good enough," Honesty replied, then promptly ceased struggling against the siren call of her own desires, knowing implicitly that resistance was futile when it came to her randy love. And besides, she hungered greatly to test the full measure of her creation's authenticity, and from a preliminary examination she was ready to conclude that she had a "fully functional" model that exceeded her wildest aspirations.
But then again, she realized, there were worse fates in life than creating your own "Monster"...
Ranma came back to herself with a slow and gradual return to full consciousness, briefly wondering what the taste was in her mouth while smelling the familiar musk odor of recent sex hanging in the air like a potent mixture. Of the scents on hand only one seemed immediately familiar to her while the others were a mix of unfamiliar (yet entirely feminine) body odors, a heady mingle of perspiration and recently expended love juices greeting her to the potent aftermath of yet another spontaneous orgy that she and her Ucchan had gotten mixed into without prior preparation or warning.
By itself this was hardly a unique or unduly alarming thing since she and her fianc e had a very open relationship and both mingled freely with other sex partners on a regular and fairly routine basis. It was the nagging sense that there was something rather unusual about this particular group scene that roused Ranma-chan to full alertness, causing her to prop her head up from beneath the pile in order to study the faces of the women with whom she had recently (and rather obviously) shared flavors.
At first only one face in particular was familiar to her, that of the Chinese Amazon named Shampoo, with whom she and Ucchan had recently discovered themselves to be engaged to by a previously unknown matrimonial arrangement. The busty purple-haired beauty was resting comfortably between the "pillows" of yet another girl whom Ranma did not instantly identify, only that she seemed both charming and strangely familiar. Long brown hair done up in a low-set ponytail and a rather mature cast to her features giving her a slightly more "womanly" than "girlish" appearance that implied that she was somewhat older than Ranma, but not by much as could be measured by modern standards.
Ucchan herself was resting comfortably between two other girls who seemed even less familiar than the one whom Shampoo presently straddled. Both had jet black hair though one had hers set in a pony tail that draped over one shoulder while the other girl's long black hair was free-flowing about her as if scattered by the disarray that normally attended group scenes of this nature. Ukyo was presently facing the smaller (and less well developed) of this pair and looked rather cute the way they were snuggled in tightly with the other brunette obviously having passed out while attempting to "hump" Ukyo through vigorous "rear-to-genital" contact. As it was always nice to see her Ucchan making friends like that Ranma did not suffer more than a token bout of possessive jealousy in finding Ukyo in someone else's arms besides herself, so Ranma moved on to take in the remaining pair of comatose females.
In doing so Ranma found a peculiar delight pass through her body since one of that pair was currently asleep on top of Ranma, having passed out with her legs straddling Ranma's hips and her face nestled down between the warm valley presented by Ranma's ample bosom. She had short-cropped brown hair and a slender body that was rounded in all the appropriate places, and a strangely minx-like expression that made her seem all the more cute for the mischief that it portended. Ranma had some as-yet hazy memories about this girl and what they had been doing together that caused an instant liking to form even in spite of the instinctive sense that the lady was nothing but trouble. More than a few of her past lovers had implied much the same thing about Ranma herself and so she was willing to overlook a few foibles in a recently made friend, especially one who felt as warm and "nicely padded" as this young lady. At the very least she made one heck of a comfy blanket.
The other girl who lay to her left side caused Ranma to frown as she turned to regard this other dark haired stranger, marveling at how beautiful she was, yet with a strange detachment of emotion as if this girl did not elicit the same level of attraction towards him as any of the others. It was not that she was repellant to Ranma's sensibilities-far from it!-it was just that he had this peculiar sense that she really belonged to someone other than herself and that just being with her this way constituted a kind of "poaching." Promiscuous that she was, Ranma had never felt comfortable about diving into the muff of someone else's intended, and so she felt as though this girl should be marked "off-limits," and wondered what she was even doing there since she did not appear to fit in with the rest of the overall milieu.
"Oh woman," Ranma faintly murmured aloud as she turned to stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling of a curiously familiar-seeming house, "I really need to go potty..."
"Down the hall, second door to your right," murmured the brown haired girl atop her, who then slowly stirred to semi-wakefulness and peered down at Ranma with a moment of faint incomprehension, which prompted her to say, "Hello...who are you?"
"Ah...Saotome Ranma," Ranma replied in what passed as formal introduction for these settings.
"Tendo Nabiki," the brunette slowly smiled, "You're kind of cute. Did you...?"
All at once Ranma saw comprehension light up in the girl's brown eyes and she abruptly sat upright and stared down at Ranma with a faint look of dismay, as if Ranma had just grown a third breast or something.
"Saotome Ranma?" she repeated, looking down at her, "But...but you are a boy..."
"I was?" Ranma blinked, then comprehension belatedly dawned on her-along with certain intimate images and sensations from the previous evening that had previously made no sense before, but now came back with a sudden vengeance.
Nabiki could not help herself, leaning forward again to run her hands up and down Ranma's nude body (well, technically they were all nude at the moment, but it was hardly as if that were altogether surprising...), then in a faintly desperate tone she said, "But...how...?"
"Ah, you're up at last," said a cheerful voice coming from the kitchen, and moments later a beautiful woman (whose mature bone structure implied that she was the house matron and doubtlessly Nabiki's mother, given their close resemblance) bearing a tray of food stuffs with Nodoka-Ranma's own mother-following dutifully in the other woman's wake with a pitcher of iced tea and some cuts set upon her own tray. Both women were wearing light silk kimonos and were conducting themselves as though they were sworn life-mates, and with a sudden start Ranma knew that her mother and this other woman were long-time lovers, a mild revelation that was nonetheless a bit jarring given the poignancy of her own present circumstances.
"Did you sleep well with your fianc es, Ranma?" Nodoka asked.
"Fianc es?" both Ranma and Nabiki chorused together, then they exchanged hasty glances where the two immediately began to size each other up with a bit more critical appraisal.
"Yes," the other woman declared pleasantly as she and Nodoka set their trays down on a table, "Nodoka-chan and I have agreed to unite our families as per an arrangement originally set up by our late husbands. Of course No-chan and I plan to live together from this day on, so Ranma-chan...allow me to welcome you to our house and family as both my future son-in-law and my legally adopted daughter."
"W-W-What?" Ranma-chan blinked, "Wait a minute...SON and DAUGHTER?"
Nabiki ran her fingers through her short-cropped hair and murmured, "This is beginning to feel strangely familiar..."
"Not at all surprising if you feel slightly disoriented at the moment," Nodoka replied with an affectionate study of her newly betrothed "daughter," "Hardly anyone waited beyond the informal introductions phase before you young people decided to go at it, but I'm sure the memories will return to you both in another few moments..."
"What memories are those, Auntie?" the older girl named Kasumi stirred, taking in a deep breath before carefully adjusting Shampoo's position atop her in order that the tall girl could sit somewhat more upright.
The Amazon awoke in spite of Kasumi's best efforts, glanced around then saw the girl whose lap she was resting upon and said a very faint, "Aiyaa?" as if taking in the other girl with renewed appreciation.
"Oh man...what was the number of the truck that hit me again?" Ukyo complained as she tried to extricate herself from between her own two previous conquests, "Feel like I just drank a sea of liquid poontang..."
"What are you complaining about?" grunted Akane as she stretched and tried to sit upright, "I feel like somebody tried to jam their whole fist up my snatch...was that you, Kodachi?"
"Eh?" the other girl's eyes popped wide open, and then all at once she sat up to full alertness, glancing around in a disoriented manner before gasping aloud, "What...what has befallen me? Who are some of you...and what are you doing with my Akane?"
"Your what?" Ukyo asked, surprised at the tone of accusation from the purple eyed girl glaring at her so forcefully (as if said girl had not been in a compromised position with Ukyo mere moments past).
The girl leaped to her feet and declared, "You...are you trying to steal my Akane-chan away from me? Answer me, Peasant, or else-by all that is holy-..."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ukyo glared while sitting upright, "You were the one who was humping my ass last night, so where do you get off accusing me of poaching?"
"I..." the purple eyed brunette paused to glance around, and then a faint edge of nervousness found its way into her voice, "I...thought there was another...who was that stranger from the night before? It looked like a Herm...and yet...she was breast-less..."
"Breast-less?" Ranma blinked, the other half of her memory finally waking up and informing her of the tight mess that she had been hastily thrust into the middle of by her only remaining parent.
"Where...where did she go?" the aristocratic girl asked wildly.
"Where did who go, Kodachi?" Akane asked, only to blink her eyes and acquire a very disturbed expression, "Uh...ummm...Mom?" she suddenly glared in her mother's direction.
"No great mystery, really," Kimiko replied with the same tone one might use to imply a perfectly "innocent" arrangement, "The man you were with is still with you even now, and if you wish to see him again you need only apply the appropriate measures."
With that she picked up a modest cup of steaming warm tea and gave its contents a light toss in the direction of a suddenly captive Ranma. The redheaded, pig-tailed girl had an immediate flash of what the hot tea would do to her if it made physical contact, but due to the fact that her legs were still pinned to the floor by am equally fascinated Nabiki there was little that Ranma could do to avoid the inevitable, and so she braced herself for the sting of the hot fluid and immediately felt her body begin to shift, taking on greater mass in the process.
The resulting transformation brought an immediate gasp of surprise and appreciation from the assembled ranks of nubile females all about him, all save for Akane-whose eyes goggled with disturbing alarm and dismay-and Kodachi, who had been a bit too slow to turn around and so had missed the transformation.
The effect for Ranma was a growing sense of alarm at the increasing lust that filled the expression of these females and a sudden familiarity with what a T-bone steak might feel with a pack of salivating hounds in the picture. The fact that they had all been engaged in a furious bout of sex for the better part of a day and an evening hardly counted for much since the women of the world tended to be tremendously resilient when it came to their appetites. And since it was obvious that these girls were finding his new "appendage" to be tremendously attractive...
Just then Akane broke the mood, rising up to her feet and pointing an accusing finger at Ranma, "YOU...you, keep that thing away from me! It's disgusting!"
"Akane-chan?" Kasumi asked in surprise as the shrillness of the younger girl's tone broke the mood and spared Ranma from an immediate pouncing.
"What's got into you, Sugar?" Ukyo asked, surprised that a girl whom she had just been with would suddenly act as if there were a snake suddenly let loose within the room.
"Uh oh," Nabiki said as if understanding implicitly her sister's sudden change in tone and manner, which prompted her to turn to Ranma and say with the greatest reluctance, "Better put that thing away, Ranma-kun, or Akane's gonna flip. She's acutely Androphobic."
"What means that?" Shampoo asked curiously.
"It means that Akane is an exclusive lesbian and does not prefer anything to do with men," Kasumi explained with a matter-of-fact candor that was also slightly apologetic.
"Put it away?" Ranma repeated, glancing down at himself in dismay, "How exactly am I supposed to do that?"
"Like this," his mother said as she tipped a glass of ice-water over Ranma's head, restoring her to her proper female contours.
"Wow...I never get tired of seeing that happen," Ukyo said with perverse fascination as she moved to Ranma's side and began feeling her childhood friend (and longtime fianc e) over, then looked Ranma in the eyes and asked, "How are you feeling, Ranchan?"
"Stunned," Ranma replied, "How am I supposed to feel with you guys gawking at me like I was some kind of a freak or something?"
"Er...well..." Nabiki said contritely, "I wouldn't exactly call you a freak, Ranma-kun...I mean, chan!"
"Don't you mean husband?" Shampoo added slyly.
"Husband?" the word momentarily stunned Nabiki, but nonetheless the brunette recovered in time to say, "Oh yeah..." and then she smiled with a wicked grin of immeasurable anticipation.
"Husband," Kasumi turned to Ranma-chan and said, "I never thought I would hear that word, let alone have it be applied to the one with whom I would find myself engaged...but I think that I will be very happy to call you that, Ranma-kun."
"Chan," Ranma insisted, folding her arms under her ample chest to emphasize her bosom, "I'm a girl, not a guy! And I don't care what that curse does to me either..."
"According to Mom you're really a guy," Ukyo grinned, "And, now that I think about it, my Dad did engage me to you originally for that reason. I kind of forgot over time that you were supposed to be a boy who got changed into a girl with some magical waters, but now that I know the truth, Ranchan..."
Ranma turned a suddenly alarmed look towards her mother, "Mom?"
"It's true, Ranma, my child," Nodoka said pleasantly enough, "You were spared the effects of the virus that killed your father by means of the Amazons and their magics, which is how you and Shampoo got engaged at a very young age, even though she did not grow up with us the way my other adopted daughter was. But now that you know the truth you can fulfill all of our promises at once by marrying these girls and using your male equipment to transform them into mothers."
"Mothers?" Nabiki blinked, adding this new concept to her growing list of qualities that made her part of the multiple engagement seem so attractive.
"Count me out of this!" Akane declared, "I'm not marrying a BOY, of all things, even if he does turn into a cute redhead. I'm staying faithful to my two loves, Yuka and Sayuri, and that's final, no matter what anyone else says, not even you, Kodachi. Um...Kodachi?"
The aristocratic brunette just stood there without reaction, staring at nothing in particular as though she had fallen asleep with her eyes open and refused to acknowledge her surroundings.
"Uh oh," Nabiki got up and passed a hand over her friend's eyes, "I think she passed out or went comatose or something. Seeing Ranma-kun's transformation might've been the thing that put her over the edge at last..."
"You ask me, she was there to begin with," Akane groused, but nonetheless looked on in concern at her nominal "stalker."
"Mmmm..." just then the other brunette woke up and glanced around before saying, "Did I miss something? And what happened to Hikaru and my Akane-chan...?"
"Who knows," the other Akane said, "They took off before any of us recovered consciousness...along with that weird version I met of you, Mom..."
"A weird version of me?" Kimiko blinked, "How very...odd..."
"I'll explain what is happening in a bit, Madoka-chan," Kasumi assured the other girl before turning her focus back upon the motionless Kodachi.
"Gah!" the purple eyed Kuno heir exclaimed as she suddenly came back to herself, then glanced around and asked, "Where...where did she go? I mean...where did He go, that God among mortals who was just here within this chamber?"
"Huh?" Ukyo exclaimed, "What God? Oh...you mean Ranchan?"
Kodachi riveted her gaze upon the brown haired chef and said, "Ranchan? Do you know him? And wherefore do you speak with such possessive familiarity?"
"I'm his fianc e," Ukyo said with just a touch more annoyance in her voice, then paused before adding, "Well...one of them anyway, but I was the first who got to know him."
"You?" Kodachi exclaimed in disbelief, "Engaged to marry that handsome, virile young boy...a man unlike any seen within our generation? Perhaps the very last of his kind in the world? By what right do you dare to claim such a treasure? How dare you, I say! It is a crime most unheard of!"
"Now hold on there, Kodachi," Nabiki protested, "The engagement between us and Ranma-kun was arranged by our fathers, making it an honorable affair, and one that has government sanction."
"Is true," Shampoo agreed, "Great-grandmother and the government of Japan give Tendo family special license for group marriage such as take place among Amazons in time when men is scarce and warriors many."
"You mean...?" Kodachi paused as she scanned around the room at the many defiant faces, "You mean that you all are a part of this thing...even you, Akane?"
"What?" Akane's eyes widened, "No way! You think I want to get hitched to a GUY of all things? You're crazy! Well...crazier than I thought you were anyway..."
"It's quite a simple and logical arrangement, actually," Kasumi suggested, "In order for genetic diversity to be maintained within the human species it is necessary to combine our seed with the best available sperm donor thus enlarging the size of our family unit and contributing to the preservation of the human species."
"But you could go to any common fertility clinic for that," Madoka pointed out, "Or else...well, you could always find a friendly Herm who might be willing to help you out..."
"Look, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves here?" Nabiki asked, turning an apologetic look towards Ranma, "Let's not compound things this early by talking about expanding our family when we've only just met our fianc e. Give her some time to adjust to things before we lay things like kids on all our shoulders."
"Much as I hate to agree with you, Sis," Akane grumbled, "Taking it a step at a time would probably be a good thing for you guys. I mean, look at her...she looks scared enough to go into a panic if you push things any harder."
"Yeah," Ukyo turned to put a protective arm around Ranma's shoulders, "And I'm sorry for the way I came on myself a little too hard there, Sugar. As long as we've known each other I thought I knew you well enough to trust myself around you, but finding out you had something like that hidden up your trousers..."
"What are you babbling about?" Kodachi demanded, "She's obviously no Herm, and besides, Ranma-sama had all of the attributes that men were said to possess while they still existed in this world, so where have you hidden this treasure to the race? Tell me now or I shall be very cross with you lot..."
"Stupid Japanese girl makes no sense to this one," Shampoo snorted, "Ranma-Airen is right here before you, but you do not see her."
"Now you are making me very cross, Gaijin," Kuno glared at the well-stacked Chinese girl, "Despite what we were just doing the previous evening, I am not one who flaunts her charms at just anyone at the drop of a hat. I have standards as befits one of my breeding...and so with such particular breeding I must find the one with whom I am fated to one day combine my genes for the sake of future generations. I had thought this one to be my own most dear Akane, but if a man exists who can quicken his seed within my loins, then I must find and mate with him. To do less would be an injustice to my ancestors whose legacy I carry upon these slender shoulders."
"Oh?" Akane perked up, "Does that mean you no longer want me? Gee, that's too bad, but..."
"I did not say this, sweet Akane," Kodachi leaned forward to stroke the hair of the other girl in an affectionate (and highly possessive) manner, "I still covet you as my one true feminine treasure, but...with a man we both might join together and for a union that could rock the very heavens!"
Despite herself Akane shuddered, "You...me...and a...guy?"
"Ah yes," Kodachi seemed to consider the reluctance in the expression of the other girl, then slyly wrapped her arms around Akane and held her tightly so that their breasts were pressed up against one another, and then Kodachi leaned her forehead against Akane's and added, "You do have a problem about that, do you not? Well...never fear, we can work through the details in good time...but the fact remains that I still desire you with a burning intensity that is undiminished. Please wait for me until I can claim you as my own, and then you will know what magic can be found in the power of my love...magic enough to overcome even your strong reluctance to let a man embrace you like this."
And with that declaration the self-styled Black Rose placed a passionate kiss upon the unresisting lips of a much-surprised Akane. The kiss lingered for several moments while Kodachi ran her hands up and down Akane's back, then gave her fanny a love-swat and a pinch that caused Akane to yelp through her nostrils, only then did Kodachi release the other girl and step back, blowing a kiss her way before turning around and vaulting from the room with a girlish laughter.
Akane stood numbly staring after her would-be suitor's absence then slowly raised a hand to her mouth and wiped away the remnants of jade green lipstick planted there, wincing slightly and muttering in a half-faint voice, "Now what am I gonna say to Yuka and Sayuri...?"
"Much as I hate to say it, Sis," Nabiki replied, "It's your problem to deal with...and if you really object so strongly to having Kodachi chasing after you, then why did you let her just tongue you?"
"Hey, I wasn't tonguing her back!" Akane hastily protested, "It was all on her part, I swear it!"
"The never of that girl," Ukyo scowled, "Who does she think she is laying stakes on our iinazuke?"
"Who is funny-tasting girl with green lipstick anyway?" Shampoo asked, "She has a funny laugh, and she seems to think she is more worthy of our Airen than this one and her co-sisters."
"Oh my," Kasumi agreed, "She did seem a bit presumptive, didn't she? Well, at any rate, Ranma-kun is ours, and by honorable agreement of our mothers, which ought to hold legal precedence in these matters."
"Maybe so, Oneechan," Nabiki replied, "But if I know Kodachi-chan the way I did when we were an item, once she sets her sight on somebody she doesn't give up easy."
"Don't I get any say in this?" Ranma plaintively asked, "Oh man...I am so screwed..."
"Not yet, Ranchan," Ukyo turned a sly look her way, "But maybe later."
"I am afraid that will have to wait a bit, my young ones," someone new spoke up, causing all heads to turn to the patio area of the main living quarters, including the adults Nodoka and Kimiko.
"Matriarch?" Nodoka asked.
"Honored Cologne-san?" Kimiko asked, "To what do we owe this honor?"
A beautiful (and quite ageless) blue-haired woman stood forward, accompanied by her blonde-haired companion, and said in a graven tone, "I have allowed you all a day in which to accustom yourselves to one another and your mutual fianc e, but now my wife and I feel that we should intervene upon the young warrior's behalf before matters proceed any further."
"Say what?" Ranma asked of the new arrivals, surprised at finding someone speaking out on her behalf for a change, though she was not yet certain whether to be wary or grateful.
"You need to be appraised of a few things before your future wives get too many ideas about wearing your new toy out, young sir," the blonde replied, "I am Siren, the Archmage of the Joketsuzoku, and there are few who are more expert than I when it comes to the subject of Jusenkyo curses."
"You mean like Ranma-kun's ability to change into a guy and back?" Nabiki wondered.
"That is only the Exoteric effect brought about by exposure to hot and cold water," Siren answered, "These Esoteric changes are far more subtle than that, I assure you...and be mindful of the fact that Ranma has lived under the effects of Jusenkyo for the vast majority of her young life...so long, in fact, that she has little memory from before a decade ago when she was, in fact, a boy, and as such vulnerable to the effects of the Millennial Virus. Jusenkyo has hidden and protected her so far, but now that the curse is unlocked the danger yet remains that the ill effects of the virus will yet resurface."
"What?" Ukyo reacted with a start, "Are you saying Ranchan..."
"That Airen could die from the Virus?" Shampoo protested.
"No way..." Nabiki averred with an appalled expression.
"Oh my," Kasumi seconded, "You mean...if he becomes a man again...he might...?"
"Difficult to say for absolute certainty," Cologne admitted, "The Virus was specifically designed to attack the 'Y' gene that defines a man as distinctly separate from the 'X' gene of a woman, and it similarly fortifies a woman's integrity and health, much like a super-aggressive immune system that rejects that which is chemically identifies as unhealthy. Ranma has lived with the Virus in her system for the past decade and has benefited from the effects that have proven to be such a mixed blessing for all women."
"Indeed," Siren agreed, giving her wife a fond smile before turning to Ranma once again, "But once you obtain your male state the Virus should-in theory at least-react adversely to your condition. But, from what I could tell earlier when I scanned you while you were sleeping, the Virus did not respond immediately to disrupt your nervous system. If anything it appeared to be a bit...confused by your change of status, and it might even be that Jusenkyo itself is working in defense to protect you."
"Say what?" Ranma blinked, "Uh...does that make any kind of sense? I mean...you keep calling it a curse..."
"An unfortunate term of semantics, I am afraid," Cologne replied, "In prior years Jusenkyo has been named, 'The Pools of Sorrow,' so named because of the many creatures that have wandered in and perished there. It is powered by a mysterious force that seems to work enigmatically for purposes of its own design, and the one consistent thing about all known victims of the pools-other than the common trigger being water-is that the curses seem to have both beneficial and negative effects, protecting the victims at the same time that they make their lives enormously complicated. Each time they change there is a slight-but-significant improvement in their physical state, so that any damage they might have taken is partially repaired, and their healing abilities are greatly enhanced..."
"Almost as if Jusenkyo itself wants them to live for some unknown greater purpose," Siren said ominously, "Of course the actual dynamics by which the transformation is carried out could have a good deal to do with the partial healing. It's rather like projecting your physical being through the matrix lens of your ideal states, but the original male form and the Jusenkyo-cast female body..."
"Hey!" Ranma protested once again, "I don't know anything about this, but as far as I'm concerned I'm just as much a girl as anybody else in this room! I don't want to change into a...boy...I mean, didn't men do lots of terrible stuff that brought about the Virus in the first place?"
"They did indeed, young lady," Cologne replied, "Men created the Virus and used it in a terrible war that was brought about by other men crusading for a cause in which they most passionately believed. The road to the hell that came after was paved with the many good intentions that men of conscious and conviction left strewn about like pebbles cast upon the wind...but not all men were to blame for the evils that slew one half of the population of the planet."
"There were good men in the old days as well as bad," Siren noted, "And there is still the hope that one day men can be restored to the gene pool. Until that time we must protect such legacy of the male half of the species as can be salvaged, which was one reason why the decision was made to lock you into your female body and raise you as a warrior under the guidance of your mother."
"Men were good as well as bad, Ranma," Nodoka informed the young girl, "Your father, for one, had many faults but many strengths, which is why I loved him. Alas he was not strong enough to prevent the one who caused the virus to come into existence from effecting his evil, so it is upon our family line that the burden must fall to bring about the eventual repair done to the planet."
"As was my husband, who was like a brother to your father," Kimiko added, "Who shared many of the same faults and wound up sharing the same fate for the same exact reason. You see, children, the ultimate cause of so much pain and suffering was an errant wish granted to a fool who was both Elder to our house and the mentor of both of your fathers...a perverted old man by the name of Happosai."
"Happosai?" Shampoo shuddered, "Great-grandmother...is that not the name of the great and terrible demon who once plagued our tribe?"
"The very same," Cologne's lovely features seemed to mask hidden memories as her continence briefly darkened, only to lighten again as Siren placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, "Grand Master of the Anything Goes tradition, and your great-great grandfather, Saotome and Tendo."
"What?" Nabiki reacted.
"Are you saying it's all our fault this happened?" Akane asked in an appalled voice.
"Oh my..." Kasumi covered her mouth with a hand.
"Excuse me?" Madoka asked with lifted eyebrows.
Siren turned to the girl and her blue eyes seemed to deepen, "Forgive me, Ayakawa-san...but I think that you do not need to share this information with the world, so allow me to ease your burden for the moment."
All at once Madoka's eyes went blank, and then she nodded off as though falling asleep where she sat for no particular reason, her face coming to rest on the lap of a much-surprised Kasumi.
"She will recover soon enough," Siren assured the others, "But without memory of this family's shared burden brought about by that miserable worm, Happosai."
"Oh dear," Kasumi said as she checked the girl who had so recently become her bed-mate, "I do hope she will not be too upset about you making her forget this..."
"I think I'd rather forget about it," Ukyo winced, "Are you telling me that the cause of my dad's death, and every other guy on the planet, was because some perverted old man he never met made a wish that went wacky?"
"I am afraid that this is the truth, my dear," Nodoka informed her adopted daughter, "Before he died I shared this knowledge with your father and he agreed to conceal the truth from you until you were old enough to understand it. I regret not sharing it with you until now, but I did not want you growing up resenting my son because you might blame him for the sins of his father."
"I'm not holding it against Ranchan, or anybody else here, Mom," Ukyo replied, "But I am mighty ticked off to think that a couple billion people died just because of some hocus pocus."
"Magic itself is not to blame for this," Siren informed the younger woman, "But the Gods allow Wishes to exist because they allow the very shape of reality to be molded along different lines, depending upon the whims of mortals. In the case of Happosai-a man I thoroughly loathed and detested even when he was alive and only mildly perverted..."
"You never have forgiven him for coming between us, have you?" Cologne asked of the blonde Archmage.
"I never approve of anything coming between us," Siren said with frank desire in her expression as she regarded the blue haired woman, "But in his case I always knew he would come to a bad end. What a shame he nearly brought the world down with him by asking three things of that Wish Sword...that he could have all the lingerie and panties within the world...that all women would be young, healthy and beautiful forever...and that all men in the world would drop dead...and from these three things was born the Millennial virus."
"I thought the virus was created in a laboratory somewhere in the Middle East," Kasumi pointed out.
"Technically yes," Siren informed the oldest of the Tendo sisters, "But that was just the curse finding a venue that would bring about the fulfillment of the terms of Happosai's wishes. Sure enough our undergarments were stolen from us the world over, leaving women everywhere to feel a certain draft and wonder at the cause of our sudden freedom."
"To this day undergarments tend to be shed at the drop of a whim," Cologne duly noted, "So swiftly that many young people disdain wearing any beneath their clothing. And why should we wear bras one might well ask since breasts do not sag and retain their youthful shape and bounce throughout a lifetime?"
"There's other reasons to wear a bra besides that," Nabiki pointed out, only to reluctantly add, "Of course...I stopped wearing mine a couple of years ago, and I haven't missed it since."
"Wait," Ranma pleaded, "You're saying that all of this was caused by a wish that women stay young and healthy...while all men were drop dead? So where does that leave me?"
"Rather in the crosshairs of a precarious situation," Siren explained, "Jusenkyo has blunted the harmful effects of the Virus, but only to a point. The longer you remain in male form the more opportunities you provide for the Virus to adapt and fulfill its original objectives."
"Say what?" Ukyo started.
"You don't mean to say he has to remain a girl forever?" Nabiki argued, already missing the feeling of a man's organ between her thighs, filling her loins and giving her such infinite pleasure.
"No, that is not what we mean," Cologne assured them, "Were it clearly so dangerous for Ranma to revert to her original sex then I would never have consented to allowing the curse to be unlocked. She could have lived out her life as a woman and be none the wiser for her status."
"It was a matter of principle that we test a given theory that I've developed through must experimenting, trial and plenty of errors," Siren explained, "And we have concluded that if Ranma only stays in male form for short periods of time then he will not contract any significant harm from the Virus, but only if he reverts back to female form immediately after. When you revert to a girl, young sir, you regain the health and repair the effects of the Virus so that you are restored to full vitality. It might even be, over time, that you will develop a natural immunity to the Virus, such as some men were said to have developed in parts of the world, though few of them have been found over the years of constant searching."
"You mean...an immunity to the Virus is possible?" Nabiki asked.
"Oh my," Kasumi ventured, "If that were possible...then maybe Ranma-kun's case could be used to find a cure that would work upon others."
"There is that hope of course," Cologne replied, "But for the moment we will assume that it is only safe for Ranma to become a man for a few hours at a time and that the rest of the time he must remain fully female. There is a secondary concern, of course...one you have already seen demonstrated, namely that his presence as a man has a very strong effect on others..."
"Indeed," Siren agreed, "Most women would jump him in an instant because of the natural attraction they feel towards his manhood, but women who are strict Lesbians would have an opposite reaction and might even seek to do him harm out of fear and rejection of what he represents. There are also the odd religious fanatics and wild-eyed revolutionary types who are set and determined to prevent men from ever being restored in the first place..."
"So, for his own safety and well being, Ranma should remain female..." Cologne began to summarize.
"Damned straight I should!" Ranma immediately insisted.
"...Until such times as when she will be required to perform her husbandly duties for her wives, of course," Cologne concluded as if not interrupted.
There was a significant pause before Ranma blinked her eyes and said, "Say what?"
"Perform for us, huh?" Ukyo eyed her adopted brother-turned-fianc e slyly.
"Sounds reasonable enough," Nabiki smiled, "Just as long as Kasumi and me get our share of the action."
"Oh my, yes!" Kasumi declared happily, giving Ranma-chan a fond look before adding, "We all will support you in this, Ranma-kun, and in time we will each give you strong and healthy daughters who will carry on the legacy of our united houses."
"Shampoo agrees that this is very, very much a good thing," the purple haired Amazon nodded sagely, "But this one hopes that she will get to share equally with her sisters since Ranma-kun is much, much man when he is not woman."
"You guys are all crazy!" Akane declared, "Don't you realize she might die if you exhaust her when she's...like that?" she shuddered faintly.
"No one says you have to be a part of this, Neechan," Nabiki sniffed, "But if you want to take a turn riding his rod, we could save you a seat at the table."
"I am so dead..." Ranma murmured faintly, realizing that-even as a girl-she was in for a wild time with this lot...and some warning instinct cautioned her that this five-way impending marriage was only just the beginning to her troubles...
Continued.
Comments/Criticisms/Coalition Virus Remedies: shadowmane
One point of this series (such as there is any point to a Lemon besides screwing around) is to stress the point that there are always unforeseen consequences to even the best of intentions, a thought that many should contemplate with great care and deliberation before celebrating current events, regardless of having the most "honorable" of motives.
Other than that, I apologize if there was less sex this time than last time (some might consider that a good thing, but not those of us who love getting heavy with these Lemons 6_-), but next time count on there being lots of heavy action, especially with Ranma adjusting to the changes in her life that come with being "The Near-to-Last Boy on the Planet," otherwise known as, "Having Your Dick and Keeping It Too." Be there!
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