Ranma the Amorous Oversexed Nympho
"I tell you, it does this old man's heart proud to know that such a prime young... er... man is willing to break my daughter of her... habits," Mr. Kuonji said, gratefully.
"Er, heh, it's a martial arts duty to help the... um... misaligned," Ranma-chan replied, while nervously eyeing her mother's sheathed sword.
"Well, she doesn't *have* to become pregnant, but I want her to know the pleasures that only a man can bring her. That way I can feel content that she would at least pursue the avenue."
"Well, even if um, we," Ranma struggled with herself to be politically correct, "screwed each other," and failed, in the attempt, "Do you think she'll just, you know, change to liking guys like that instantly?"
"Well, I'm sure you're *manly* enough to persuade her to join the correct team," Nodoka said with a thinly veiled and underlying threat that Ranma didn't miss, while upending hot tea onto her 'daughter'.
"I have faith in you, my boy," the Elder Kuonji interjected, ignoring the phenominon of Ranma's change, "but I have a few conditions as well."
"Oh?" Nodoka questioned.
To answer, Mr. Kuonji pulled out a couple of slight pieces of fabric, "Before hand, I want my daughter to know she's desireable by men. Only then do I think she will not shun the advances of the opposite sex."
"Um, and I need this for...?" Ranma asked, looking at the tiny scraps of neon orange cloth, confused.
"Oh, what a cute bikini!" Nodoka cooed, "I think I have a similar one, myself."
Ranma's eyes went wide, and took a shocked glance at his Mom. After his imagination painted the picture, Ranma dropped the... clothing... for lack of a better word, like it was a scorpion, and scooted as far back from the table as the wall would allow him. Genma's imagination had given him visual reference, and it would be a while before he was concious. At least until the hemmoraging stopped.
Mr. Kuonji turned a stern face to Ranma, "and, not only will she wear this before you do the act, you will take pictures as proof, as well. We Kuonjis do not settle for half-ass jobs!"
"How fortunate you are, my manly son!" Nodoka beemed with pride, before she grew a contemplative look, "Though, you may want to ensure she shaves, before donning this. It just wouldn't be ladylike."
"May have her do all of it, that thing covers very little area," the robust man added.
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"So..." Nabiki started with a smirk, "Where you taking me?"
"Huh? Why would I be taking you anywhere?" Ukyo asked, with an honest expression of curiosity on her face.
"Well, you have yet to take your loving *girlfriend* out at any time," the middle Tendou daughter gave stated in an annoyed pout, "Most girls would feel pretty unloved."
"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way," Ukyo commented, before doing a double take, "What the... *GIRLFRIEND*?!?"
Nabiki blinked her eyes, and stared back at Ukyo, "Yeah, I mean there isn't anyone else I wanna be with, after that kiss last night," the short haired girl's eyebrows wiggled as a dirty smirk flashed across her face.
"Get this straight, Nabiki, I like you as a *friend*. I just don't like you like that!"
Nabiki gave a frown that could have been considered sincere, and the started to become cold from then on down, "So, you were just using me against your Dad."
"Uh, don't think of it like that!" Ukyo attempted to placate.
"It's nice to know that I'm only good to have around when *you* feel like it." Nabiki replied with a sub-arctic tone, "I think I'll go back and tell your father that you'll be free for today," Nabiki walked to the door of Ucchans, and turned around with an ice hard glare, "Or that you'll have a lot of free time, without me, that is."
The chef began to silently panic, she had finally found a way to keep her father off-balance enough not to pester her, and Nabiki was about to ruin it, "Er... no, I think I can spare a day for you..." Ukyo gulped tightly, "...Na-chan."
Ukyo blinked, as she suddenly found Nabiki's head pressed against her chest; the girl could be blindlingly fast, when she wanted to be, "Really? You're gonna take me out?"
Ukyo encircled the girl with, while a sickly grin spread across her face, and fought the nausia down before her reply, "What the heck, Na-chan, we deserve some time out." Nabiki's eyes glistened, as she looked up at Ukyo's, and with a soft sigh, dropped her head back onto Ukyo's chest.
"ACK! STOP THAT!" Ukyo brought both hands up, to still Nabiki's head from shaking back and forth quickly between her breasts.
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Ranma stared at the door with the yellow duck on it for a good while. He was stuck with a large problem, since he was pretty sure that Ukyo had some anymosity against him; getting her to wear the... item in his possesion was going to be a difficult task without help.
The pigtailed boy decided that he would have to swallow his pride (despite himself being in the right), and make up with Akane.
Ranma took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, "Hey, 'Kane, I wanna talk to ya for a minute." The pigtailed boy was caught off-guard, by the way the door viciously swung open, and a humanoid blur slammed him into the other side of the hall.
"I'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry!!!!" Akane repeated en-mantra, while attempting to squeeze the life out of the young man.
"All's...forgiven..." Ranma squeeked out in agony, while patting Akane's head with a hand that was steadily cooling from lack of blood flow.
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Akane scrunched her nose, as she considered Ranma's plight, "So, you need me to help you get Ukyo to wear this..." she nodded to the bikini with a sceptical expression.
"Uh, yeah, that's about the size of it."
"Size? A sheet of hand memo paper would do better to hide modesty, and Ukyo's pretty conservative."
"But, you'll help me, won't you, Akane?" Ranma asked hopefully.
"Uh, sure, I guess, but why me, Ranma-sama?"
"Well, she trusts you enough, so I figure she's more likely to listen to you, at least."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Akane asked with a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, and with you helping me, I can't fail!" Ranma replied with cheerful banter, it was good that he left out the second part of his quest; he figured it wasn't nessesary information anyway.
Akane felt absolutely radiant at Ranma's comment. "He... he needs me!" she thought to herself, feeling her heart skip beats.
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Nabiki sat on the stool at the grill impatiently, while picking at the okonomiyaki that Ukyo prepared for her while she went to get ready. She wasn't really hungry because of her anxiousness, Ukyo was *finally* taking her out! The Tendou girl's chest felt immensely light as she fought the giddy feeling down; maybe she won't have to be alone anymore, having to gain her attention as an afterthought from her sister or their mutual fiancee.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ukyo called out, her voice a couple of octaves lower, "Let's go before I come to my senses."
Nabiki stopped, and gaped at the girl, or 'boy'. Ukyo's attire was certainly masculine, and did well to hide her curves, and the ones that should not be hidden..."
"Um, Ukyo? What happened to..." Nabiki gestured to her own chest.
"Bindings," Ukyo commented casually. Nabiki had to wince at that.
"But... why? Why are you dressed like a guy anyhow?"
Ukyo gave her a baleful look, "Well, I figure we'll draw less attention if you were out with a boy, don't you?
Nabiki began to frown again, "I see... so you're embarrassed to be going out with a girl?"
"Quite frankly, yeah," Ukyo replied with an honest tone.
"Fine," Nabiki countered with a frigid voice, "Don't worry about having to be seen with me then. I'll go tell your father that his daughter is single again."
"NA-CHAN!" Ukyo rushed to cut the other girl off, "Look, I didn't mean it that way, it's just that, well, this isn't the most socially acceptable thing we're doing here."
"But what does society have to do with our love?" Nabiki countered, "If you can't accept us, then there doesn't need to be an *us*." The short haired girl moved around the other, and towards the door.
"WAIT A SEC!!!" Ukyo cried out, grabbing Nabiki from behind. Both paused, with Nabiki looking down, and Ukyo getting on her tip-toes and looking over Nabiki's shoulder to see where her hands were.
Nabiki grew a saucy smile, "Ukyo, how foward of you!"
"ACK!!!!" the chef quickly let go, and fell on her backside.
"Well, I guess I can give you a chance," Nabiki stated with a shrug, "Let's go see this movie you picked out for us."
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Ukyo kept glancing over her shoulder, causing Nabiki a great deal of agitation.
"You know? If you're going to be acting like this..." Nabiki almost growled, when Ukyo shushed her.
"I think we're being followed."
The chef's companion narrowed her eyes, "So now I'm making you paranoid?"
"No, Na-chan, it's nothing to do with you, sugar," Ukyo replied in a distracted voice. Nabiki raised an eyebrow, as she didn't detect any of the usual hesitation that she got from the chef when she intimately addressed her. It was mild endearment, but nonetheless, it provided the girl with hope.
Soon enough, they found themselves at the theator. As they made their way in, another couple bought tickets to the same film, and descreetly followed the previous two in.
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Ukyo internally sighed; Nabiki could really be an expensive date, though she realized that the girl was actually probably bing more conservative with Ukyo than she is usually with dates. In fact, the usage of money came more from the overinflation of theater snacks than abundance of what was bought.
Nabiki watched the movie with seemingly rapt attention, while Ukyo stole glances at her. The young chef couldn't understand it; Nabiki was definatly attractive, if her opinion mattered, so why was she so focused on having a relationship with herself?
Nabiki had noticed Ukyo's furtive glances towards her, and internally smirked at the attention. The scene on the movie screen had a man dropping an open briefcase onto the ground, causing millions of American Dollars to tumble out of it. Nabiki jumped in fright, and glomped onto a surprised Ukyo.
"Wha? This isn't a horror movie, Nabi... Na-chan."
"Tha-tha-that's counterfeit!" Nabiki squeaked out in apparent terror.
"Oh for Kami's..." Ukyo thought to herself, outwardly, she just patted Nabiki on the head and said a few consoling words that calmed her companion down. After the other girl relaxed, Ukyo sighed out loud, and went back to attempting to concentrate on the movie. She didn't notice Nabiki's hand blindly grab for the soda that was sitting in the holder that was between them.
"Ah!" Ukyo cried out, as the soda spilled into her lap.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nabiki apologised.
"Don't worry about it, just lemme go clean this off..."
"It's my fault, let me," Nabiki insisted. The Tendou girl got out of her seat with a napkin in hand, kneeled in front of Ukyo, and bent her head down to drink.
"HEY!" Ukyo shouted, earning shushes from the surrounding theater goers around her, "Nabiki, what do you think you're doing?"
Nabiki looked up with a cheerful expression, "Waste not, want not." Then the girl went back to work, "Hmm, soaked your pants, I'm afraid they'll just have to come off..."
Ukyo shot straight up, holding her pants up tightly, "I'll just go clean up in the bathroom, if that's okay. You stay *here*!" Nabiki sulked, as Ukyo made her way down the isle. No one complained about Ukyo's second outburst, as most that were capable were shocked at the display and brashness of the couple, or passed out from nosebleeds.
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Ukyo made it to the Men's bathroom, and stared at the lap of her pants in disgust, fortunatly, the sock she had stuffed in front absorbed most of the soda. The young chef removed the sock, and used some paper towels to wipe herself off, just as a body flopped to hang upside down in front of her!
"HOLY!!!!" Ukyo shouted, backing up and nearly tripping over herself, "What the? Ranma, what the HELL are you doing?"
Ranma continued to hang upside down from the ceiling from the hole where he removed the ceiling panel, and blushed sheepishly (though it could have just been from the blood rushing to his head, "Well, Ukyo, I just, well... I wanted to tell you that you're a... um... cutelookinggirl..." Ranma rushed the last part.
Ukyo began to fume, "Haven't we been through this before?" To punctuate her point, she raised her fist, and cocked it back in preparation for re-introducing it to Ranma's face.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Ranma waved his hands in appeasement, "I just wanted, you know, to see how beautiful you would be in this!" Ranma pulled out the bright orange bikini.
Both Ranma and Ukyo turned to the sound of one of the bathroom stalls opening up, with a middle-aged man staring wide-eyed at the two he percieved to be young men. One of them hanging upside down and handing a very skimpy bikini to the other who had a large wet stain in the front of his pants.
"What's his problem?" Ranma mused, as he watched the man quickly dash out of the restroom, "Anyway? Would ya put it on for me? Pretty please?"
Ukyo looked unamused...
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Ukyo sat back down next to a sullen Nabiki, "What took you so long?"
"Ah, just had to put some muscle power into removing this stain."
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Ranma remained suspended and upside down, the bathroom mirror he was plastered against spiderwebbed from his impacted body.
"Ouch."
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Nabiki sat across from Ukyo at a posh restuarant, staring contently at her date. So far, the day had been a happy one for her, being out with Ukyo and having no one interfere with it. Ukyo herself was looking around warily for any signs of a pigtail; actually hoping he would turn up so that he my become a pleasant distraction as a human stress relief toy.
Their waiter approached them with a smile, "Good day, Sir, Ma'am. May I say you make a lovely couple?"
"No you may not/yes you may" came the dual cry, which caused the waiter to take a step back.
He cleared his throat before starting again, "Ma'am, I'm happy to inform you that we have a complimentary lobster for you. If you would please step this way, I'll take you to the tank so that you may select one that you find most appealing."
As Nabiki was led off, Ukyo let out a sigh of relief. She expected to pay through the nose at the restaurant that her date had chosen, fortunatly she had been bailed out. Unfortunatly, the moment Nabiki was out of sight, Akane quickly took her seat.
"Okay, what is it you want?" Ukyo asked with a fustrated and tired sigh.
"Why do you hate Ranma-sama so?" The raven-haired girl enquired.
"Hate him? Well I don't *hate* him, per say, but he does owe me a lot."
Akane seemed to ponder that for a second, before replying, "He really does like you, a lot." Akane made a show of looking Ukyo up and down, "and I can see why."
"I'm glad you approve."
"You know? He really is sorry for abandoning you, and if he could go back, he would make sure it never happened."
"I'm sure he would," the other girl replied with a half-lidded gaze, "Spit it out, what did he set you up to do for him?"
"Can you just put these on for him, please?" Akane asked, fluttering her eyes as she held up the neon orange scraps of cloth.
"No, I will not." Ukyo stated with a firm but neutral voice.
"Well, would you wear them for me?" Akane asked, the idea of seeing Ukyo in it did appeal to her, after all.
"No, not even for... geddown," Ukyo commanded, spotting Nabiki make her way back. Akane caught sight of her, and quickly ducked under the table.
"So, did you miss me?" Nabiki asked, batting her eyes as her younger sister had done not so many seconds ago.
"I was... entertained while you were gone," Ukyo replied with a steady voice.
"Ah, well I..." Nabiki paused as her leg kicked something. She could also swear she heard a small yip of pain, "What was that?"
"Er...You kinda kicked me too hard there."
"That's for sure," mumbled a voice from under the table.
"Huh?" Nabiki asked.
"Uh, that's for sure," Ukyo repeated, as if she was the one that said it the first time.
"I could have sworn it came from under the table..." Nabiki started to lift the tablecloth to look under. Ukyo thought quickly, and grimaced at what came to mind.
Nabiki stopped cold, and looked up curiously at Ukyo. The Tendou girl's face changed from surprise to an approving grin, "Footsie?"
"Just enjoy it, would ya?" Ukyo replied through gritted teeth. Nabiki smiled, and kicked off her shoes to return the favor, much to Ukyo's 'deilight'.
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Nabiki leaned against Ukyo's shoulder, as the two strode through the park. Ukyo had to admit, despite the 'distractions', it wasn't a bad outing at all. Maybe she'll ask Nabiki to do this again with her, for a strictly ploutonic day out, of course.
"HEY, LOOK! A HUNDRED YEN COIN!!!"
"WHERE? WHERE?" Nabiki shouted, running out to where the voice had been calling from.
As soon as Nabiki was out of the way, Ranma and Akane both appeared in front of Ukyo, in pleading positions.
"Never thought that Martial arts Ventriliquism would come in handy," Ranma thought to himself, before addressing Ukyo, "Please, just be a pal and put this on! It's a matter of life and death!"
"What is with you two?" Ukyo almost shouted in exasperation.
"Well," Akane started, "Ranma-sama has to get you to wear this bikini and then have sex with you, or his mother will make him commit Seppuku."
"IS YOUR WHOLE FAMILY OUT OF THEIR MINDS?" Ukyo now shouted with a beet red face.
"Comon, Ucchan, be a pal!" Ranma pleaded, holding up the skimpy orange garment.
"This... is the last time I'll say this, I will *not* wear that damn thing! Now, if you continue to bother me and Nabiki on our date, your mother will be the *last* thing you'll have to worry about!" Ukyo growled, hoping she got her point across this time.
"Damn, false alarm," Nabiki grumbled from behind the chef. Ukyo blinked, and nervously turned towards the apporaching girl, and then turned back to find Ranma and Akane gone.
"Well, how about we head back to my place and wrap this date up?" Ukyo enquired. Nabiki's eyes flashed a bit of dissapointment at her date's almost eager tone, but knew that it was time to finish things anyhow.
"I guess. We've done enough for a day."
Once the couple were gone, Ranma and Akane popped out of the bushes.
"I spent a lot on bribing that waiter and paying for the lobster," Ranma sulked.
"Well, I guess this was a lost cause, Ranma-sama."
"No," the pigtailed boy stated firmly, "I can't give up, I will not give up!"
"Uh, have you considered what you're going to have to do once you get her *in* the bikini?" Akane asked.
"...." Ranma exclaimed with extreme verbose and vigor.
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Nabiki and Ukyo stood in front of Ucchans, looking at each other.
"Oh great," the young chef thought to herself, "Now she's expecting a good-bye kiss. Well, I guess I can do that. It's not like I haven't done it before, just a quick peck on the cheek, that's the ticket." Ukyo leaned foward to kiss Nabiki, but found herself stopped, "Huh? What's wrong? You don't want it?" For some strange reason, Ukyo felt dejected.
"Why didn't you agree to wearing the bikini?" Nabiki asked with a mild curious tone.
"Huh? Wha? How?"
"Oh please, like Ranma or my sister could tail me without me knowing," Nabiki said with an amused tone, "Well?"
"That thing wouldn't have managed to cover *anything*!" Ukyo replied adimantly.
Nabiki pondered the next question, "Do you still hold any feelings for Ranma?" Ukyo had to admit, that was a surprise question. She may treat the boy with anymosity, but after the perverted hairpin incident, she wasn't so adverse towards him as she outwardly appeared.
"Well, I *do* find him somewhat attractive, but I don't want anything to do with him. I mean, I would rather be intimate with you than him."
"I'm not quite sure how to take that," Nabiki stated dryly, before turning to the fence behind her, "Okay, both of you can come out now." Akane and Ranma both came from around the fence, with chagrinned expressions. Wordlessly, Nabiki took the bikini from Ranma, and shoved it into Ukyo's chest.
"Just put this on, so they'll leave us alone!"
"Forget it, Nabiki," Ukyo stated firmly.
"Look," Nabiki started, her voice laced with a barely withheld anger, "You found me and my intrest in you a convenient way of messing with your Dad's head..." Nabiki took a breath before she continued, and bowed her head so the chef couldn't see her eyes, "Do you realize how much that *hurt*?"
Ukyo tried to look under Nabiki's bangs as they hid her eyes, and saw the shimmering tear that fell from her face, "Na... Na-chan, I didn't, I mean I didn't realize..." Ukyo now felt guilty of how she treated the other girl. After all she accused Ranma of, she now found herself to be a complete hypocrate.
"If you won't put it on for them, then do it for me," Nabiki asked with a shaky voice.
Ukyo sighed in resignation, "All, alright. But *just* for you, Na-chan."
"Um, that's only part of the..." Akane started, Nabiki cut her sister off before she could continue.
"We'll just tell whoever that Ranma and Ukyo did the nasty, and they'll never be the wiser.
"But..." Ranma attempted to speak up, but Nabiki's sharp glare stated that him sleeping with Ucchan would *not* be an option.
All three of the followed Ukyo up to the door of her room; Akane and Ranma pleading with the other two girls to just listen to them for a second. Both Ukyo and Nabiki continued to ignore them, while Nabiki had a maddened grin on her face that she didn't allow anyone to see; if this was as close as she could get to seeing Ukyo in the nude, then she'll take what she could get.
Once they reached the door, Ukyo looked down at the orange cloth in slight disgust, "Well, I guess it's good I shaved it all this morning..." With that, she stepped into her room.
Akane, Ranma, and Nabiki looked at each other. Nabiki slowly reached up to her nose, and found a trickle of blood dripping down, before she exitedly darted into Ukyo's room, and slammed the door.
"Honestly, after all we've done to her, you would think she would be accustomed to things like that," Akane stated with a huff.
"Shaved what?" Ranma asked, puzzled, and then bent down to help Akane pry her face from the floor. He dropped the girl flat on her face again, when he realized something, and pulled out the pocket disposable camera, "HEY! WE STILL NEED PIC..."
The door to Ukyo's room opened slightly, allowing Nabiki's hand to flash out and take the item in Ranma's hand, before closing again.
"Tures..." The pigtailed boy finished lamely, listening to the voices from behind the door.
"Dammit, I can't get this thing fascened in the back, Nabiki? NABIKI! PUT DOWN THAT CAMERA!!!!"
"Huh? ::CLICK:: Oh, hold on and I'll help you there."
::CLICK::
"Oh, OH! GET YOUR HAND OUTTA THERE!"
"You're not enjoying it?"
Ranma sighed, and turned from the door, "Comon, Akane, let's leave them to each other."
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"You.... JACKASS!!!!" Ukyo said for the umpteenth time. Ranma and Akane were both bowin before the chef on the front porch.
"We're sorry! How were we supposed to know?" Akane whined, "He told us you were an Androvestiphiliac, and that Ranma needed to help you before it was too late!"
"Man, and you were saying that Ranma's family was screwed up?" Nabiki stated with a smirk.
"An androvesti..." Ukyo started, and then sighed, "Well, Dad got those pics he's always wanted. I swear, why did I have to look so much like Mom?"
"Good genetics, I guess," Nabiki quipped.
Ukyo rolled her eyes, "You're encouragable, Na-chan."
"And you love me for every bit of it." Ukyo gave Nabiki a withering glance, before pulling herself up off the porch, "Well, I gotta get back and prepare for opening tomorrow. I already missed a day of profits." The young chef stated in departure, "Though it was worth it," she added silently to herself.
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Ukyo got home, and walked upstairs, considering the problems she was going to have with Nabiki in the future. Things were gonna get complicated from this day on, that's for sure. Despite the pleasantness of the day, Ukyo needed to relax. She got to her bedroom, and gave a deep sigh as she approached her mirror. She gave a shudder of intense pleasure, at the sight of herself in masculine clothing.
"Androvestiphilia, so that's the term for it!" Ukyo grinned, and went to change out of her wet underwear.
"I tell you, it does this old man's heart proud to know that such a prime young... er... man is willing to break my daughter of her... habits," Mr. Kuonji said, gratefully.
"Er, heh, it's a martial arts duty to help the... um... misaligned," Ranma-chan replied, while nervously eyeing her mother's sheathed sword.
"Well, she doesn't *have* to become pregnant, but I want her to know the pleasures that only a man can bring her. That way I can feel content that she would at least pursue the avenue."
"Well, even if um, we," Ranma struggled with herself to be politically correct, "screwed each other," and failed, in the attempt, "Do you think she'll just, you know, change to liking guys like that instantly?"
"Well, I'm sure you're *manly* enough to persuade her to join the correct team," Nodoka said with a thinly veiled and underlying threat that Ranma didn't miss, while upending hot tea onto her 'daughter'.
"I have faith in you, my boy," the Elder Kuonji interjected, ignoring the phenominon of Ranma's change, "but I have a few conditions as well."
"Oh?" Nodoka questioned.
To answer, Mr. Kuonji pulled out a couple of slight pieces of fabric, "Before hand, I want my daughter to know she's desireable by men. Only then do I think she will not shun the advances of the opposite sex."
"Um, and I need this for...?" Ranma asked, looking at the tiny scraps of neon orange cloth, confused.
"Oh, what a cute bikini!" Nodoka cooed, "I think I have a similar one, myself."
Ranma's eyes went wide, and took a shocked glance at his Mom. After his imagination painted the picture, Ranma dropped the... clothing... for lack of a better word, like it was a scorpion, and scooted as far back from the table as the wall would allow him. Genma's imagination had given him visual reference, and it would be a while before he was concious. At least until the hemmoraging stopped.
Mr. Kuonji turned a stern face to Ranma, "and, not only will she wear this before you do the act, you will take pictures as proof, as well. We Kuonjis do not settle for half-ass jobs!"
"How fortunate you are, my manly son!" Nodoka beemed with pride, before she grew a contemplative look, "Though, you may want to ensure she shaves, before donning this. It just wouldn't be ladylike."
"May have her do all of it, that thing covers very little area," the robust man added.
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"So..." Nabiki started with a smirk, "Where you taking me?"
"Huh? Why would I be taking you anywhere?" Ukyo asked, with an honest expression of curiosity on her face.
"Well, you have yet to take your loving *girlfriend* out at any time," the middle Tendou daughter gave stated in an annoyed pout, "Most girls would feel pretty unloved."
"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way," Ukyo commented, before doing a double take, "What the... *GIRLFRIEND*?!?"
Nabiki blinked her eyes, and stared back at Ukyo, "Yeah, I mean there isn't anyone else I wanna be with, after that kiss last night," the short haired girl's eyebrows wiggled as a dirty smirk flashed across her face.
"Get this straight, Nabiki, I like you as a *friend*. I just don't like you like that!"
Nabiki gave a frown that could have been considered sincere, and the started to become cold from then on down, "So, you were just using me against your Dad."
"Uh, don't think of it like that!" Ukyo attempted to placate.
"It's nice to know that I'm only good to have around when *you* feel like it." Nabiki replied with a sub-arctic tone, "I think I'll go back and tell your father that you'll be free for today," Nabiki walked to the door of Ucchans, and turned around with an ice hard glare, "Or that you'll have a lot of free time, without me, that is."
The chef began to silently panic, she had finally found a way to keep her father off-balance enough not to pester her, and Nabiki was about to ruin it, "Er... no, I think I can spare a day for you..." Ukyo gulped tightly, "...Na-chan."
Ukyo blinked, as she suddenly found Nabiki's head pressed against her chest; the girl could be blindlingly fast, when she wanted to be, "Really? You're gonna take me out?"
Ukyo encircled the girl with, while a sickly grin spread across her face, and fought the nausia down before her reply, "What the heck, Na-chan, we deserve some time out." Nabiki's eyes glistened, as she looked up at Ukyo's, and with a soft sigh, dropped her head back onto Ukyo's chest.
"ACK! STOP THAT!" Ukyo brought both hands up, to still Nabiki's head from shaking back and forth quickly between her breasts.
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Ranma stared at the door with the yellow duck on it for a good while. He was stuck with a large problem, since he was pretty sure that Ukyo had some anymosity against him; getting her to wear the... item in his possesion was going to be a difficult task without help.
The pigtailed boy decided that he would have to swallow his pride (despite himself being in the right), and make up with Akane.
Ranma took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, "Hey, 'Kane, I wanna talk to ya for a minute." The pigtailed boy was caught off-guard, by the way the door viciously swung open, and a humanoid blur slammed him into the other side of the hall.
"I'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry'msorryI'msorry!!!!" Akane repeated en-mantra, while attempting to squeeze the life out of the young man.
"All's...forgiven..." Ranma squeeked out in agony, while patting Akane's head with a hand that was steadily cooling from lack of blood flow.
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Akane scrunched her nose, as she considered Ranma's plight, "So, you need me to help you get Ukyo to wear this..." she nodded to the bikini with a sceptical expression.
"Uh, yeah, that's about the size of it."
"Size? A sheet of hand memo paper would do better to hide modesty, and Ukyo's pretty conservative."
"But, you'll help me, won't you, Akane?" Ranma asked hopefully.
"Uh, sure, I guess, but why me, Ranma-sama?"
"Well, she trusts you enough, so I figure she's more likely to listen to you, at least."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" Akane asked with a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, and with you helping me, I can't fail!" Ranma replied with cheerful banter, it was good that he left out the second part of his quest; he figured it wasn't nessesary information anyway.
Akane felt absolutely radiant at Ranma's comment. "He... he needs me!" she thought to herself, feeling her heart skip beats.
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Nabiki sat on the stool at the grill impatiently, while picking at the okonomiyaki that Ukyo prepared for her while she went to get ready. She wasn't really hungry because of her anxiousness, Ukyo was *finally* taking her out! The Tendou girl's chest felt immensely light as she fought the giddy feeling down; maybe she won't have to be alone anymore, having to gain her attention as an afterthought from her sister or their mutual fiancee.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ukyo called out, her voice a couple of octaves lower, "Let's go before I come to my senses."
Nabiki stopped, and gaped at the girl, or 'boy'. Ukyo's attire was certainly masculine, and did well to hide her curves, and the ones that should not be hidden..."
"Um, Ukyo? What happened to..." Nabiki gestured to her own chest.
"Bindings," Ukyo commented casually. Nabiki had to wince at that.
"But... why? Why are you dressed like a guy anyhow?"
Ukyo gave her a baleful look, "Well, I figure we'll draw less attention if you were out with a boy, don't you?
Nabiki began to frown again, "I see... so you're embarrassed to be going out with a girl?"
"Quite frankly, yeah," Ukyo replied with an honest tone.
"Fine," Nabiki countered with a frigid voice, "Don't worry about having to be seen with me then. I'll go tell your father that his daughter is single again."
"NA-CHAN!" Ukyo rushed to cut the other girl off, "Look, I didn't mean it that way, it's just that, well, this isn't the most socially acceptable thing we're doing here."
"But what does society have to do with our love?" Nabiki countered, "If you can't accept us, then there doesn't need to be an *us*." The short haired girl moved around the other, and towards the door.
"WAIT A SEC!!!" Ukyo cried out, grabbing Nabiki from behind. Both paused, with Nabiki looking down, and Ukyo getting on her tip-toes and looking over Nabiki's shoulder to see where her hands were.
Nabiki grew a saucy smile, "Ukyo, how foward of you!"
"ACK!!!!" the chef quickly let go, and fell on her backside.
"Well, I guess I can give you a chance," Nabiki stated with a shrug, "Let's go see this movie you picked out for us."
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Ukyo kept glancing over her shoulder, causing Nabiki a great deal of agitation.
"You know? If you're going to be acting like this..." Nabiki almost growled, when Ukyo shushed her.
"I think we're being followed."
The chef's companion narrowed her eyes, "So now I'm making you paranoid?"
"No, Na-chan, it's nothing to do with you, sugar," Ukyo replied in a distracted voice. Nabiki raised an eyebrow, as she didn't detect any of the usual hesitation that she got from the chef when she intimately addressed her. It was mild endearment, but nonetheless, it provided the girl with hope.
Soon enough, they found themselves at the theator. As they made their way in, another couple bought tickets to the same film, and descreetly followed the previous two in.
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Ukyo internally sighed; Nabiki could really be an expensive date, though she realized that the girl was actually probably bing more conservative with Ukyo than she is usually with dates. In fact, the usage of money came more from the overinflation of theater snacks than abundance of what was bought.
Nabiki watched the movie with seemingly rapt attention, while Ukyo stole glances at her. The young chef couldn't understand it; Nabiki was definatly attractive, if her opinion mattered, so why was she so focused on having a relationship with herself?
Nabiki had noticed Ukyo's furtive glances towards her, and internally smirked at the attention. The scene on the movie screen had a man dropping an open briefcase onto the ground, causing millions of American Dollars to tumble out of it. Nabiki jumped in fright, and glomped onto a surprised Ukyo.
"Wha? This isn't a horror movie, Nabi... Na-chan."
"Tha-tha-that's counterfeit!" Nabiki squeaked out in apparent terror.
"Oh for Kami's..." Ukyo thought to herself, outwardly, she just patted Nabiki on the head and said a few consoling words that calmed her companion down. After the other girl relaxed, Ukyo sighed out loud, and went back to attempting to concentrate on the movie. She didn't notice Nabiki's hand blindly grab for the soda that was sitting in the holder that was between them.
"Ah!" Ukyo cried out, as the soda spilled into her lap.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nabiki apologised.
"Don't worry about it, just lemme go clean this off..."
"It's my fault, let me," Nabiki insisted. The Tendou girl got out of her seat with a napkin in hand, kneeled in front of Ukyo, and bent her head down to drink.
"HEY!" Ukyo shouted, earning shushes from the surrounding theater goers around her, "Nabiki, what do you think you're doing?"
Nabiki looked up with a cheerful expression, "Waste not, want not." Then the girl went back to work, "Hmm, soaked your pants, I'm afraid they'll just have to come off..."
Ukyo shot straight up, holding her pants up tightly, "I'll just go clean up in the bathroom, if that's okay. You stay *here*!" Nabiki sulked, as Ukyo made her way down the isle. No one complained about Ukyo's second outburst, as most that were capable were shocked at the display and brashness of the couple, or passed out from nosebleeds.
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Ukyo made it to the Men's bathroom, and stared at the lap of her pants in disgust, fortunatly, the sock she had stuffed in front absorbed most of the soda. The young chef removed the sock, and used some paper towels to wipe herself off, just as a body flopped to hang upside down in front of her!
"HOLY!!!!" Ukyo shouted, backing up and nearly tripping over herself, "What the? Ranma, what the HELL are you doing?"
Ranma continued to hang upside down from the ceiling from the hole where he removed the ceiling panel, and blushed sheepishly (though it could have just been from the blood rushing to his head, "Well, Ukyo, I just, well... I wanted to tell you that you're a... um... cutelookinggirl..." Ranma rushed the last part.
Ukyo began to fume, "Haven't we been through this before?" To punctuate her point, she raised her fist, and cocked it back in preparation for re-introducing it to Ranma's face.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Ranma waved his hands in appeasement, "I just wanted, you know, to see how beautiful you would be in this!" Ranma pulled out the bright orange bikini.
Both Ranma and Ukyo turned to the sound of one of the bathroom stalls opening up, with a middle-aged man staring wide-eyed at the two he percieved to be young men. One of them hanging upside down and handing a very skimpy bikini to the other who had a large wet stain in the front of his pants.
"What's his problem?" Ranma mused, as he watched the man quickly dash out of the restroom, "Anyway? Would ya put it on for me? Pretty please?"
Ukyo looked unamused...
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Ukyo sat back down next to a sullen Nabiki, "What took you so long?"
"Ah, just had to put some muscle power into removing this stain."
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Ranma remained suspended and upside down, the bathroom mirror he was plastered against spiderwebbed from his impacted body.
"Ouch."
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Nabiki sat across from Ukyo at a posh restuarant, staring contently at her date. So far, the day had been a happy one for her, being out with Ukyo and having no one interfere with it. Ukyo herself was looking around warily for any signs of a pigtail; actually hoping he would turn up so that he my become a pleasant distraction as a human stress relief toy.
Their waiter approached them with a smile, "Good day, Sir, Ma'am. May I say you make a lovely couple?"
"No you may not/yes you may" came the dual cry, which caused the waiter to take a step back.
He cleared his throat before starting again, "Ma'am, I'm happy to inform you that we have a complimentary lobster for you. If you would please step this way, I'll take you to the tank so that you may select one that you find most appealing."
As Nabiki was led off, Ukyo let out a sigh of relief. She expected to pay through the nose at the restaurant that her date had chosen, fortunatly she had been bailed out. Unfortunatly, the moment Nabiki was out of sight, Akane quickly took her seat.
"Okay, what is it you want?" Ukyo asked with a fustrated and tired sigh.
"Why do you hate Ranma-sama so?" The raven-haired girl enquired.
"Hate him? Well I don't *hate* him, per say, but he does owe me a lot."
Akane seemed to ponder that for a second, before replying, "He really does like you, a lot." Akane made a show of looking Ukyo up and down, "and I can see why."
"I'm glad you approve."
"You know? He really is sorry for abandoning you, and if he could go back, he would make sure it never happened."
"I'm sure he would," the other girl replied with a half-lidded gaze, "Spit it out, what did he set you up to do for him?"
"Can you just put these on for him, please?" Akane asked, fluttering her eyes as she held up the neon orange scraps of cloth.
"No, I will not." Ukyo stated with a firm but neutral voice.
"Well, would you wear them for me?" Akane asked, the idea of seeing Ukyo in it did appeal to her, after all.
"No, not even for... geddown," Ukyo commanded, spotting Nabiki make her way back. Akane caught sight of her, and quickly ducked under the table.
"So, did you miss me?" Nabiki asked, batting her eyes as her younger sister had done not so many seconds ago.
"I was... entertained while you were gone," Ukyo replied with a steady voice.
"Ah, well I..." Nabiki paused as her leg kicked something. She could also swear she heard a small yip of pain, "What was that?"
"Er...You kinda kicked me too hard there."
"That's for sure," mumbled a voice from under the table.
"Huh?" Nabiki asked.
"Uh, that's for sure," Ukyo repeated, as if she was the one that said it the first time.
"I could have sworn it came from under the table..." Nabiki started to lift the tablecloth to look under. Ukyo thought quickly, and grimaced at what came to mind.
Nabiki stopped cold, and looked up curiously at Ukyo. The Tendou girl's face changed from surprise to an approving grin, "Footsie?"
"Just enjoy it, would ya?" Ukyo replied through gritted teeth. Nabiki smiled, and kicked off her shoes to return the favor, much to Ukyo's 'deilight'.
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Nabiki leaned against Ukyo's shoulder, as the two strode through the park. Ukyo had to admit, despite the 'distractions', it wasn't a bad outing at all. Maybe she'll ask Nabiki to do this again with her, for a strictly ploutonic day out, of course.
"HEY, LOOK! A HUNDRED YEN COIN!!!"
"WHERE? WHERE?" Nabiki shouted, running out to where the voice had been calling from.
As soon as Nabiki was out of the way, Ranma and Akane both appeared in front of Ukyo, in pleading positions.
"Never thought that Martial arts Ventriliquism would come in handy," Ranma thought to himself, before addressing Ukyo, "Please, just be a pal and put this on! It's a matter of life and death!"
"What is with you two?" Ukyo almost shouted in exasperation.
"Well," Akane started, "Ranma-sama has to get you to wear this bikini and then have sex with you, or his mother will make him commit Seppuku."
"IS YOUR WHOLE FAMILY OUT OF THEIR MINDS?" Ukyo now shouted with a beet red face.
"Comon, Ucchan, be a pal!" Ranma pleaded, holding up the skimpy orange garment.
"This... is the last time I'll say this, I will *not* wear that damn thing! Now, if you continue to bother me and Nabiki on our date, your mother will be the *last* thing you'll have to worry about!" Ukyo growled, hoping she got her point across this time.
"Damn, false alarm," Nabiki grumbled from behind the chef. Ukyo blinked, and nervously turned towards the apporaching girl, and then turned back to find Ranma and Akane gone.
"Well, how about we head back to my place and wrap this date up?" Ukyo enquired. Nabiki's eyes flashed a bit of dissapointment at her date's almost eager tone, but knew that it was time to finish things anyhow.
"I guess. We've done enough for a day."
Once the couple were gone, Ranma and Akane popped out of the bushes.
"I spent a lot on bribing that waiter and paying for the lobster," Ranma sulked.
"Well, I guess this was a lost cause, Ranma-sama."
"No," the pigtailed boy stated firmly, "I can't give up, I will not give up!"
"Uh, have you considered what you're going to have to do once you get her *in* the bikini?" Akane asked.
"...." Ranma exclaimed with extreme verbose and vigor.
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Nabiki and Ukyo stood in front of Ucchans, looking at each other.
"Oh great," the young chef thought to herself, "Now she's expecting a good-bye kiss. Well, I guess I can do that. It's not like I haven't done it before, just a quick peck on the cheek, that's the ticket." Ukyo leaned foward to kiss Nabiki, but found herself stopped, "Huh? What's wrong? You don't want it?" For some strange reason, Ukyo felt dejected.
"Why didn't you agree to wearing the bikini?" Nabiki asked with a mild curious tone.
"Huh? Wha? How?"
"Oh please, like Ranma or my sister could tail me without me knowing," Nabiki said with an amused tone, "Well?"
"That thing wouldn't have managed to cover *anything*!" Ukyo replied adimantly.
Nabiki pondered the next question, "Do you still hold any feelings for Ranma?" Ukyo had to admit, that was a surprise question. She may treat the boy with anymosity, but after the perverted hairpin incident, she wasn't so adverse towards him as she outwardly appeared.
"Well, I *do* find him somewhat attractive, but I don't want anything to do with him. I mean, I would rather be intimate with you than him."
"I'm not quite sure how to take that," Nabiki stated dryly, before turning to the fence behind her, "Okay, both of you can come out now." Akane and Ranma both came from around the fence, with chagrinned expressions. Wordlessly, Nabiki took the bikini from Ranma, and shoved it into Ukyo's chest.
"Just put this on, so they'll leave us alone!"
"Forget it, Nabiki," Ukyo stated firmly.
"Look," Nabiki started, her voice laced with a barely withheld anger, "You found me and my intrest in you a convenient way of messing with your Dad's head..." Nabiki took a breath before she continued, and bowed her head so the chef couldn't see her eyes, "Do you realize how much that *hurt*?"
Ukyo tried to look under Nabiki's bangs as they hid her eyes, and saw the shimmering tear that fell from her face, "Na... Na-chan, I didn't, I mean I didn't realize..." Ukyo now felt guilty of how she treated the other girl. After all she accused Ranma of, she now found herself to be a complete hypocrate.
"If you won't put it on for them, then do it for me," Nabiki asked with a shaky voice.
Ukyo sighed in resignation, "All, alright. But *just* for you, Na-chan."
"Um, that's only part of the..." Akane started, Nabiki cut her sister off before she could continue.
"We'll just tell whoever that Ranma and Ukyo did the nasty, and they'll never be the wiser.
"But..." Ranma attempted to speak up, but Nabiki's sharp glare stated that him sleeping with Ucchan would *not* be an option.
All three of the followed Ukyo up to the door of her room; Akane and Ranma pleading with the other two girls to just listen to them for a second. Both Ukyo and Nabiki continued to ignore them, while Nabiki had a maddened grin on her face that she didn't allow anyone to see; if this was as close as she could get to seeing Ukyo in the nude, then she'll take what she could get.
Once they reached the door, Ukyo looked down at the orange cloth in slight disgust, "Well, I guess it's good I shaved it all this morning..." With that, she stepped into her room.
Akane, Ranma, and Nabiki looked at each other. Nabiki slowly reached up to her nose, and found a trickle of blood dripping down, before she exitedly darted into Ukyo's room, and slammed the door.
"Honestly, after all we've done to her, you would think she would be accustomed to things like that," Akane stated with a huff.
"Shaved what?" Ranma asked, puzzled, and then bent down to help Akane pry her face from the floor. He dropped the girl flat on her face again, when he realized something, and pulled out the pocket disposable camera, "HEY! WE STILL NEED PIC..."
The door to Ukyo's room opened slightly, allowing Nabiki's hand to flash out and take the item in Ranma's hand, before closing again.
"Tures..." The pigtailed boy finished lamely, listening to the voices from behind the door.
"Dammit, I can't get this thing fascened in the back, Nabiki? NABIKI! PUT DOWN THAT CAMERA!!!!"
"Huh? ::CLICK:: Oh, hold on and I'll help you there."
::CLICK::
"Oh, OH! GET YOUR HAND OUTTA THERE!"
"You're not enjoying it?"
Ranma sighed, and turned from the door, "Comon, Akane, let's leave them to each other."
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"You.... JACKASS!!!!" Ukyo said for the umpteenth time. Ranma and Akane were both bowin before the chef on the front porch.
"We're sorry! How were we supposed to know?" Akane whined, "He told us you were an Androvestiphiliac, and that Ranma needed to help you before it was too late!"
"Man, and you were saying that Ranma's family was screwed up?" Nabiki stated with a smirk.
"An androvesti..." Ukyo started, and then sighed, "Well, Dad got those pics he's always wanted. I swear, why did I have to look so much like Mom?"
"Good genetics, I guess," Nabiki quipped.
Ukyo rolled her eyes, "You're encouragable, Na-chan."
"And you love me for every bit of it." Ukyo gave Nabiki a withering glance, before pulling herself up off the porch, "Well, I gotta get back and prepare for opening tomorrow. I already missed a day of profits." The young chef stated in departure, "Though it was worth it," she added silently to herself.
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Ukyo got home, and walked upstairs, considering the problems she was going to have with Nabiki in the future. Things were gonna get complicated from this day on, that's for sure. Despite the pleasantness of the day, Ukyo needed to relax. She got to her bedroom, and gave a deep sigh as she approached her mirror. She gave a shudder of intense pleasure, at the sight of herself in masculine clothing.
"Androvestiphilia, so that's the term for it!" Ukyo grinned, and went to change out of her wet underwear.