Author's Notes: Welcome to a new story in the Ranma 1/2 universe!

I have been reading and writing fanfic for twenty years and my first fandom was Ranma 1/2. Even then it was a rather old series, but it still had stories being posted to FFN, and I devoured them. Even wrote a few of my own! (if you've read some of my old abandoned works, sorry about that…).

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think they'd bring back Ranma, but today the new Netflix series dropped! Just the announcement of the new series was enough to inspire me to write for this amazing fandom once more. But while in the past I was always a Ranma/Akane fan, this time I decided to try to do something a little different.

I hope you enjoy this new story !

The night air was warm on Nabiki's skin. It seemed that summer was coming early this year, and the nights were already becoming too hot to be comfortable sleeping. She was naked, laying on her front, not even a sheet covering her nudity. Periodically a fan blew air over her, encouraging her sweat to evaporate and bringing relief.

She sighed and clutched her pillow. It was late at night—later than she normally preferred to stay up—but her mind kept flitting from topic to topic.

She had a paper to write this week for English, and a math test on Friday. She wondered if she should make the odds longer against her sister beating up all of her suitors to entice more gamblers, or if she'd continue to bring in decent money without changing the odds. If only Akane wasn't so damned strong she would probably get more people wagering…

"Nabiki-chan! You're so tight!"

Oh, right. She should probably pay attention to the guy plowing her right now. He was a paying customer after all.

She turned her head, giving her lover a sultry look as he pumped his hips into her. "Come on, 'Daddy.' Give it to me! Fuck me!"

He gasped at her nickname for him, then grinned lewdly at her. He loved it when she called him that. His hips started moving faster, his hands clutching at her hips and ass.

She turned her head back, resting her chin on the pillow. Her Daddy insisted she call him that whenever they were together. He tipped well when she did, so she always made sure to drop the name here and there during their dates.

Nabiki had started paid dating at the start of the school year. As she entered high school the year before, she had blossomed from an awkward and gangly girl into a beautiful young lady. This had attracted the attention of many of the boys and men around her. Dating had occurred, one or two of her classmates even had the pleasure of sharing her bed, but none of them had ever been interesting enough to keep her attention for longer than a couple of weeks.

Then one day, the girl who sat next to her walked into class with a brand new Louis Vuitton bag.

Nabiki stared at that bag all day, completely ignoring her teachers. She was looking for any sign that it was fake; any misshapen logo, any scar in the leather that would indicate a subpar replica.

Nothing. It was perfect; brand new, not even a resale. She could practically read the receipt from the official store down in Ginza.

She confronted her classmate after school, and learned that she had earned it by doing paid dating with older men. It had only taken her three dates to earn enough money for the bag, and she was already thinking about trading it in for a newer, larger model.

Nabiki begged her classmate to help her get started so she could afford luxury items like that. The classmate agreed, and Nabiki was soon accompanying men twice her age or more to fancy restaurants, concerts, sporting events, and sometimes even fancy hotels.

She met her current Daddy two weeks ago. He had heard about Nabiki from a friend who had taken her to a sumo match, and approached her for a date himself the next day. Nabiki agreed, bumping up her fee to take advantage of his obvious eagerness. He didn't balk when she named her price, merely pulling out his wallet and handing her what she asked for. She got an even bigger fee when he asked her to join him in a hotel that night.

He was always so enthusiastic, and agreed to any price she quoted for her time. Nabiki knew she had landed a whale, and that as long as she kept him happy, she could practically write her own check. They had been on a few dates already, so she was getting to know exactly what he liked and disliked; what turned him off, and what got him to shell out a big tip at the end of the night.

That was why she was naked in his bed right now, in this position. He always asked for the same thing: for her to get him hard with her mouth, then lay on her front and let him fuck her from behind. She offered to do other positions, but this was always what he asked for. Nabiki figured he must be an ass man and went with it. She had even started to do squats in the dojo to tighten up her glutes for him.

About the only thing she would not do when he asked was let him fuck her bareback. He begged and pleaded, swore up and down that he was clean, even offered her more money, but she outright refused. No way in hell was she going to risk catching something, or worse, getting pregnant. Instead, she offered anal figuring if he loved her ass so much he would accept the compromise. Daddy just grumbled disappointedly, and tore open a new packet.

Finally, her Daddy let out a grunt and slammed home as hard as he could. Nabiki felt a small shiver of pleasure as he probed her depths and felt his dick throb inside of her. Sex wasn't bad, but she had never really understood what the big deal was. None of her lovers—young or old—had ever done much to make it all that great for her, and Daddy wasn't any different. She let out a small sigh. If it weren't for the money, she might have just stopped doing it altogether. Maybe sex was just better for men…

Suddenly she perked up. Something wasn't quite right. Yeah, there was the warm, wet feeling between her legs that came when she had sex, but there was something… more this time. When he withdrew from her, more wetness spilled out, running up her crotch and spilling onto the sheets. Wait… did he..?

"Oh! Oops! Sorry Nabiki-chan," Daddy said as he rolled over onto his back. "Looks like we had a blowout."

A cold chill ran up her spine as Nabiki jumped off of the bed and looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, the condom had broken, and was uselessly bunched up around the base of his shaft. A mixture of their juices coated the rest of his cock, and more dribbled from the tip. She jammed her fingers between her legs, rummaged around a little, and they came away covered in white seed. She looked up at him, white as a sheet. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she yelled, baring her teeth at him.

Daddy held his hands up defensively. "Hey! I swear I didn't feel it break."

Nabiki folded her arms over her breasts, giving him a cold stare. She did not believe him, but she couldn't prove otherwise. She stuck out a hand. "Fifty thousand yen. Now. That's the fine for cuming inside of me."

Daddy shrugged, sat up from the bed, and grabbed his wallet from the night stand. He put the cash in her hand, then grabbed her wrist before she could pull away. "Since we've already had the accident, maybe we could do it again in a few minutes? No condom this time? I'll give you another fifty thousand."

Nabiki yanked her hand away, then stalked over to the chair where her clothes had been left. "Not tonight," she said through gritted teeth. "It's not a safe day." She stood on one foot, and stepped into her panties.

Daddy clucked his tongue, a sympathetic look on his face. "Yes, that would be a problem," he agreed. He clapped his hands, rubbing them together eagerly. "Still! It has already happened once. One more time won't be any more or less risky. Why not jump on the opportunity?"

Nabiki stared at him in shock. "How the fuck are you so… so blazé about this?" she demanded. "You do realize that I could get pregnant, right? That you would have gotten a high school girl pregnant?"

Daddy shrugged. "Not my problem."

"Not your…" Nabiki had never cared to continue her martial arts training beyond the age of ten. Now she wished she had so that she could kick his ass. "If I'm pregnant, you think I won't tell everyone who the father is?"

Daddy chuckled. "The word of a desperate girl got into trouble, versus that of a well respected adult? A girl who admitted to doing paid dating versus some poor soul she's blaming for her mistakes? I'm sorry, but nobody would believe you. You'll be kicked out of school and shunned by everyone for getting yourself into this situation." He lay back onto the bed, putting his hands behind his head. "I suggest you use some of the money I've paid you to take care of any… problems… that crop up." He looked at her, meaningfully gesturing towards his cock. "Now, why don't you come over here, clean me up, and maybe you can earn the wallet that goes with the Hermès purse you purchased recently."

Nabiki's fury turned ice cold. She pulled her dress over her head without bothering with her bra, and gave him the finger. "Go fuck yourself, old man. Don't talk to me again." She marched out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her.

Nabiki woke to sunshine streaming in through her window. She groaned and turned over, putting the pillow over her head to block out the light. She had barely slept all night; every time she closed her eyes she saw two blue lines, taunting her, destroying her future.

Not that she had a positive test yet, though she took one practically every day since The Incident. However, she knew her body; her period was as regular as a clock. She knew it had been a dangerous time for her. It was only a matter of time before a test gave her the result she was dreading.

Every one of her contacts had failed to find her a morning after pill. She knew a few of the other girls in her class had a stash for personal use. However, when she tried to call in a favor or two, everyone was suddenly completely out. Nabiki suspected a conspiracy amongst the girls, and swore deadly revenge upon the leader once she figured out who it was.

She didn't dare go to a pharmacy to buy one herself. Her father was on the town council, and seemed to be friendly with every shopkeeper between here and Osaka. She had done the rounds with her father in the past when he was up for reelection, so that meant they all knew who she was as well. Her father would immediately find out if she even walked into one of those pharmacies. She shuddered to think what would happen if he found out what she bought.

She yawned widely. She hadn't been sleeping well ever since she left that hotel room a week ago. The lack of sleep was really getting to her; she was sure she bombed a test on Friday because she could hardly concentrate. If only that bastard had pulled out…

"Fuuuuuuck," she groaned. She turned over, tightly shutting her eyes and willing herself to sleep. Her exhaustion was making her head feel fuzzy, making it hard to think. Thankfully, it was Sunday. All she needed was to get some shuteye, then she could think up a plan to get out of this mess…

There was a firm knock at her door, polite yet insistent. It felt like pounding in her skull.

"Nabiki!" said her father through the door. "Are you awake? Please get dressed quickly! We're expecting guests!"

Nabiki groaned loudly. And now she had to play the dutiful daughter while her father entertained? As if her day couldn't get any worse.

If you had told Nabiki what her morning was going to be like, she would have never believed it in a million years.

Soun's guests had arrived shortly after a cloudburst had soaked the area. Everyone had been some ratio of surprised and afraid when a giant panda came trundling into the house, a shouting figure on its shoulder. When the panda set the figure down on the ground, they introduced themselves as Ranma Saotome.

Soun had been ecstatic. Apparently Ranma was the son of his best friend from back in Soun's youth, and he was here to marry one of the Tendo daughters.

Of course, it was obvious from her figure that Ranma was a girl. Nabiki even confirmed it with her own hands.

Then things got weird. Ranma and Akane had a quick workout in the dojo, working up a good sweat. However, when Akane went to join her new friend in the bath, she walked in on a man instead of the redheaded girl she was expecting. Nabiki's ears were still ringing a little from the screams her sister unleashed.

It turned out that while on a training trip, Ranma and Genma had found themselves at a cursed training ground. Now whenever they got wet, they transformed: Genma into a panda and Ranma into a girl. Hot water reversed the curse, but only until they got splashed again.

Now they were all seated around the table in the living room going through introductions again as Soun encouraged Ranma to pick a fiancée.

Nabiki kept her face stony, but inside she was furious. Just what the hell did her father think he was doing? An arranged marriage? This wasn't the Edo period! One of them was supposed to marry this stranger to "carry on the dojo"? That's a hell of a euphemism for "act subservient to this guy and pop out a bunch of his…"

Her eyes widened as realization struck like lightning. Was this…? Could she…?

Her eyes shifted first to Kasumi. She was the eldest, and therefore should be the first choice. She was frowning, obviously disapproving of their fathers' cockamamie idea. The whole town knew about Dr. Tofu's massive crush on her, but Nabiki knew her sister was waiting for him to get himself under control and ask her out properly. For once, it looked like Kasumi wasn't going to fall on her sword for her family. Good for her.

Now she looked at Akane. Her younger sister's face was bright red, and she was struggling to hold her explosive temper. Akane should be the obvious choice; not only was she the same age as Ranma, but she was the only Tendo daughter still practicing martial arts. If the point was to join the schools, then who else but the only other practitioner? However, she had some rather understandable hangups about boys, and their earlier accidental flashing of each other was not helping matters.

Finally her gaze landed on Ranma. He was still studying his hands. He obviously didn't want a fiancée—he didn't even want to be here—but despite the arguing and fighting, he didn't seem to be able to go against his father's will.

This could be the exact thing she needed.

Nabiki straightened, jutting her chin forward. Looking her father dead in the eye she declared in a firm, clear voice: "I volunteer to be his fiancée."

"I volunteer to be his fiancée."

Kasumi was shocked when Nabiki spoke up. She had been preparing to volunteer Akane for the marriage and figured Nabiki would back her up. Akane would probably resent them for dumping this boy onto her, but she figured her younger sister would be strong enough to resist their fathers' pressure to do something she didn't want to do.

Or maybe Akane would eventually want to marry him; they did have a lot in common after all. Despite the curse and the surprise arrangement, it seemed like a good match.

But for some reason Nabiki had volunteered for the marriage? Despite no longer being in school herself, Kasumi kept in touch with some of her former club members and teachers to keep an ear on her sisters. She knew all about Akane's boy troubles, but she also knew that Nabiki didn't seem all that interested in boys at all. Why the sudden change?

Her father didn't seem to notice that Nabiki was acting weird. At her declaration, he immediately broke down into tears, praising her courage and saying she reminded him of their mother. Genma collected his friend, and they went off onto the veranda to celebrate with a bottle, leaving the four teens to awkwardly stare at each other around the table.

Akane was the first to stand up. "Well, this was weird," she muttered. "I'm going to go do some homework." She gave Ranma a glare, and seemed like she wanted to say something to him. She thought better of it, held her tongue, and went up to her room.

Nabiki nodded. "Yeah, I got a big test tomorrow, so I need to do some studying." She stood from the table, giving a wave to her new fiancé. "Wait for me after breakfast, Ranma. I'll walk you to school so you know the way."

Ranma looked perplexed. "School?" Thinking about it, he guessed he was supposed to be in high school now. "Uh… sure."

Nabiki smiled warmly at him, before following Akane up the stairs.

Finally Kasumi stood. "I suppose that means the Saotomes are going to be staying with us for a while," she said mostly to herself. "I'd better go set up the guest futons in the dojo." She nodded to her future brother-in-law and left. Inside, she was mentally making a note to remember to confront Nabiki about this the first chance she got.

Ranma let out a breath, reclining back on his hands. Just what the hell had his father gotten him into this time?

Nabiki sighed as she stared at her ceiling, counting the holes in the tiles; five hundred thirty four so far. She had managed to have a nap that afternoon, but sleep eluded her once again.

The half-baked desperation plan she had come up with on the fly hadn't blown up in her face yet. Having come up to her room to "study" hours ago allowed her to finally get some sleep, then try to hammer out the kinks. What she came up with wasn't perfect, but it was better than any idea she had come up with initially.

If she was Ranma's fiancée, then there were certain… things that they might do. Things that might result in an heir to the newly combined martial arts school. If she was already pregnant, then all she really needed to do was convince her family that it was Ranma's baby, and everything would be all right. Thankfully, Ranma's features were similar enough to Daddy's that she didn't think anyone would be able to tell once the baby was born.

There were only two downsides she could see: First, she would have to retire her paid dating business. Avoiding her father's attention was usually pretty easy, avoiding a husband would be more difficult. She didn't know much about Ranma, but she knew that if he was expecting her next to him in bed, it would be impossible to sneak out like she did now. She sighed deeply, saddened by the lost profits and handbags she would never be able to buy. She would just have to make sure the dojo was more successful than her father had managed to make it and earn her fortune through that.

The other problem was that she still actually had to have the baby. Having kids had never really been part of her plan, but she couldn't think of any way to get out of it. The whole point was to "carry on the dojo" after all…

She blew out a breath, trying to decide for the umpteenth time if she was going to go through with the next step in the plan. If Ranma was going to believe that it was his baby, then they needed to have sex. Tonight. If she put it off, then there was a good chance someone would do the math and realize there was a question.

If she pulled it off, then she would be safe. Yes, she would probably have to drop out of school, but she would still have a home. Her family would still accept her. She wasn't sure what would happen if she was pregnant and refused to say who the father was, or worse, if she admitted it. Her father was a rather traditional man; more so than she knew if today's events were any indication. For all she knew, she could end up on the streets before she had a chance to plead her case.

She slapped both cheeks with her hands. All right. That's it then. She stood from her bed, grabbed a yukata from her closet to cover her nudity, and quietly went out to the dojo.

Ranma sighed in frustration, trying to count the holes in the ceiling tiles; five hundred thirty four so far. Ever since they were cursed, his father seemed to be more comfortable sleeping at night in his panda form. Unfortunately, he also snored louder in this form. Normally it wasn't too bad, he could just walk away and set up camp down the road a bit, but he couldn't exactly do that here…

Maybe Kasumi wouldn't mind if he slept in the living room?

The sound of the door opening made him sit up and take notice. He felt the icy grip of fear—had she found them?—but he soon relaxed as Nabiki stepped into the room. She said nothing; motioning with her hand that he should follow her before disappearing back into the house. He looked at his father who let rip another massive snore, shrugged, and got to his feet.

Nabiki surprised him in the breezeway between the dojo and the house, bounding up to him as he closed the door behind him. "Hi," she said softly with a smile on her face.

Ranma recoiled slightly as she pushed into his personal space. The last time a girl was so close to him, she was trying to kill him. Nabiki might not have been about to cave his head in, but there was something about the way she was acting that made him raise his shields. "H-hey."

Nabiki's smile widened at catching him off guard. She backed off a step, folding her hands behind her back and pushing her chest out. She was impressed when he didn't take the bait, his eyes glued to hers. She would have to take a different tack. "So this whole fiancé thing is ridiculous, huh?"

Ranma let out a sigh that was half groan. "Hell yeah," he said. "I am so glad you feel the same way."

Nabiki nodded. She turned to walk towards the house, tilting her head to indicate he should follow. Ranma quickly caught up, and they made their way into the living room. The shoji doors were partly open, and a nice breeze flowed through the house. She sat on the tatami mats at the table, and indicated that he should join her. "Dad sprang it on us this morning too. Honestly, I don't know what he was thinking."

Ranma shrugged. "In some small way I get it, you know?" He sat down at the table in the same spot he had been earlier that day when he was introduced to the family.

Nabiki quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

"Our dads are two parts of the same martial arts school, probably the only two parts. Our families should be brought together. I kinda can't wait for you to teach me some of the Tendo moves."

Nabiki wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, but I stopped doing martial arts years ago."

Ranma frowned. "Then why did you volunteer to get married?"

Nabiki shrugged. "Kasumi has a guy she likes and is just waiting for him to get out of his own way and ask her out. Akane has… problems with boys. You'll probably find out all about it at school tomorrow."

Ranma quirked an eyebrow. "So… you're taking one for the team?"

Nabiki tilted her head back and forth, both agreeing and disagreeing with him. "Something like that," she said enigmatically.

Ranma sat back frowning. He would have to think about that more later. "Anyway," he continued, "surprising us like that? Not even letting us make the decision? Heck, maybe if we'd met when we were kids or something. Grown up together." He sighed. "I dunno. I'm just not ready for this."

Nabiki nodded in agreement. She folded her arms across her chest, seemingly considering. Finally, she made a decision, stood from her seat, walked around the table, and sat down next to him. She scooted right up next to him, making sure their thighs were touching.

Ranma blushed slightly, before scooting away. Nabiki just adjusted so their legs were touching again. "Uhh…" he managed.

"You're right, Ranma," Nabiki said matter of factly. "We don't know a lot about each other." She took his hand in hers. "So let's talk!" She looked him in the eyes, smiling.

Ranma blew out a breath. "I dunno, where to start," he admitted. "Why don't you go first?"

Nabiki nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. "Well, you know I'm seventeen, and that I'm in my second year at high school. I used to do martial arts, but haven't practiced in a long time. Actually, I'm a lot better with planning and numbers than anything physical. You'll never have to worry come tax season once we're running the dojo together!" She flashed him a smile and a peace sign with her free hand. When Ranma didn't say anything. Nabiki gave his hand another squeeze. "Come on. It's your turn now," she encouraged gently.

Finally, Ranma chuckled quietly. "All right, if you insist." He returned the squeeze, then looked up to collect his thoughts. "My life has mostly been on the road. China was just the most recent goofy idea Pops had to train me. I've been training all over Japan for about ten years now."

They chatted for over an hour. Ranma talked about life on the road; about the places he had seen and the people he met. Nabiki burned with jealousy over all of his adventures. She even said that she would willingly be cursed if it meant she could go to half of the places he had been. He winced at the reminder of his newfound magical ability, but took her words for how she meant them.

Nabiki told him about her more stable life growing up in one place. About her school life, about her family life. About losing her mother, and how she and her sisters were so much closer because of it. Ranma was just as jealous of her life as she was of his, and he told her so. She could tell by the wistful look in his eyes that he meant it.

The clock on the VCR under the TV read well past two in the morning when they hit a lull in the conversation. Nabiki yawned widely, releasing his hand for the first time since she took it, and stretched her arms over her head. Ranma could feel a slight tingle as the cool night air touched his palm, and a wave of emotion crested over him at the loss.

Nabiki sighed. "Well, I guess we'd probably better get back to bed," she said softly. "Gotta get up in about five hours. I can already tell I'm going to be a wreck at school tomorrow."

Ranma stood quickly, offering a hand up to his fiancée. Nabiki smiled, a small blush decorating her cheeks as she accepted his help. "You gonna be okay?" he asked. "Pops sometimes made me stay up for days at a time for training, so I'll be fine."

Nabiki shook her head. "I'll probably be dead on my feet most of the day, but that's what coffee is for." She interlaced their fingers, tugging slightly on his arm. "Walk me to my room?"

Now it was Ranma's turn to blush at the more intimate hand hold. "S-sure," he stuttered. He cleared his throat, embarrassed with himself. They slowly made their way up the stairs together, neither seeming to be in a rush for the night to end.

"You know," Ranma said, trying to recover from his earlier awkwardness. "I find it's easier to just stay up all night than to try to sleep for a few hours."

Nabiki smirked, hidden by the shadows. This was almost too easy. "Is that so?" As subtly as she could, she used her free hand to loosen the belt on her yukata.

Ranma nodded. "You can power through not getting any sleep, but I'm always more tired when I don't get enough. Maybe you should stay up and, I dunno, read or listen to music or something."

They reached her bedroom, and Nabiki turned to face him. "I dunno. Reading usually puts me to sleep, and my radio is on the fritz." She gave him a lazy smile. "Are you offering to come in to entertain me?"

Ranma nodded. "Sure! We could talk more," he suggested. "Or maybe you could show me what you do remember of your martial arts."

"Yeah? You gonna make me dance for you? Before you give me a workout?"

Ranma shrugged. "Getting our heart rates up will help keep us awake." Nabiki stared at him flatly. "Oh, don't worry. We'll go slowly since you're out of shape."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. Internally, she reminded herself that he had been on the road for his entire life, and hadn't spent much time around girls; subtle innuendo wasn't exactly his strong suit. She shrugged her shoulders, and her loosened yukata fell open. The robe slid from one shoulder, revealing her naked breast to the air. Cool night air kissed her skin, making goosebumps form on her chest and her nipple to stiffen.

Ranma's eyes bulged at the sight. Despite having owned a pair himself for weeks now, seeing someone else's boobs still made his pulse quicken and blood vessels expand. "You, uh…" he gestured at the gap in her robe. "You gonna fix that?"

"Fix what?" she said innocently.

Ranma swallowed hard. "Your robe?"

Nabiki straightened her back, and stuck out her chest. Now he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. "I dunno," she drawled. "The air feels wonderful. Maybe I'll just…" She shrugged her other shoulder, until her robe gathered around her elbows, revealing both pert breasts to him.

Ranma's mouth hung open, unable to respond. Memories of their conversation just a moment ago flooded back, and the innuendo finally registered.

Just what the hell was happening here?

"You wanna touch them?" she asked, an inviting grin on her face.

Ranma found his tongue. "I'm… I'm not sure that's a great idea," he managed.

Nabiki pouted. "Why not?"

"Your dad would have my balls if we got caught."

Nabiki shrugged, making her chest bounce in a way that raised his blood pressure. "If Dad cared, he wouldn't have made us fiancés, now would he? I bet if we asked him to arrange it, we could be husband and wife tomorrow."

Ranma couldn't argue with her logic, though he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight in his head. He tried to subtly adjust himself with his free hand

Nabiki noticed, quirking an eyebrow at him to let him know she saw. She reached behind her, opening the door to her bedroom. "I feel like having a little fun," she said sultrily. She traced a finger down the middle of his chest. "I think you're good looking, and you obviously feel the same about me. You said yourself that we should do something active to stay awake. How about it? Wanna come in? I promise I won't bite."

Ranma gulped hard. Ever since he had been cursed, he felt… less. Less like himself. Less like a man. He had never done anything like this before, but some small part of him was screaming that this was a great idea, and it would help him find his center again.

On the other hand, Nabiki was the first person his age he had met in a long time that wasn't trying to kill him. He would hate to ruin their budding relationship. "Are you sure?" he asked.

As an answer, she raised her arms up and put them on his shoulders. Stepping in close until their chests were pressed against each other, she gave him a searing kiss on the lips.

Ranma inhaled sharply as she kissed him. His hands automatically found themselves at her waist, and he pressed back against her.

Nabiki smiled into the kiss, having received his answer. She broke away, took his hand in hers, and led him into her bedroom. She made her way to the bed, dropping her robe to the floor along the way. She gave her hips a little extra shimmy as she walked, drawing his gaze down to her naked ass. The moonlight coming in through the window was enough to envelop her in sultry shadows. She turned on the lamp next to her bed and sat on the edge, crossing her legs.

Ranma stood there, stunned at the sight. He shook with barely contained energy as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He wasn't a completely naive idiot—he understood what was going to happen along with some of the tangential implications that went along with having sex for the first time—but he had no idea where to start. Was he supposed to push her down? Do… something… to her?

Nabiki smirked to herself. Everything was going according to plan. She crooked a finger at him, and he robotically walked over, sitting next to her on the bed. She leaned closer, and kissed him again.

Ranma kissed back, thankful for something he recognized. He put a hand on her cheek, figuring it was a safe region to touch, only for Nabiki to grab his wrist and move his hand to her breast. She then reached down, and groped his crotch.

Ranma gasped as she kneaded him through his boxer shorts, quickly rising to the occasion. He could feel her smirk through the kiss. Well, two could play that game. He returned the favor, gently running his fingers over her breast, then lightly pinching her nipple. His other hand trailed down her body, lightly dragging his fingertips along her skin, before grabbing a handful of her ass.

Nabiki moaned appreciatively as his hands began to explore. She was exaggerating her noises slightly, but she had to admit he wasn't half bad at what he was doing. He was being gentle; teasing her nerves, instead of roughly groping her and leaving bruises. Despite his inexperience, he was a lot better at it than any of the other boys she took to bed. Hell, even Daddy was more likely to paw roughly at her than gently play with her.

She broke the kiss, giving him a smoky look with half lidded eyes. Ranma shivered as a wave of desire flowed over him. He was about to switch his hands to caress her other breast, when she slid off of the bed, down to her knees. Ranma swallowed hard. "Uhh… what… what are..?"

Nabiki said nothing, but maintained eye contact as she reached through the fly in his boxers and grabbed him directly. He hissed in surprise as her fingers combed through his hair and her palm stroked him. He remembered some boys in his middle school class saying that you had to think about baseball during sex to keep from climaxing too soon. Unfortunately, he barely knew what happened at a baseball game, so he tried to do karate katas in his head instead.

Finally her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and pulled his member out into the light. Before Ranma could say or do anything, she opened her mouth and took the head inside.

Nabiki smirked as her fiancé collapsed to the bed with a groan. "Fuck that's amazing," he moaned. "I've never… You're so much better than my hand."

Hell yeah she was.

She swirled her tongue around the head and applied suction to really drive him wild. Ranma's moans increased in volume, and he dropped a heavy hand on her head, encouraging her to go deeper. Nabiki took a deep breath through her nose, opened her throat, and swallowed him down.

The hand on Nabiki's head clenched into a fist, pulling her hair as she deep-throated him. Then she started to swallow, working her throat around his head and shaft, and he completely lost control. He groaned loudly as he came straight down her throat. His other hand landed on her head too, and he pushed her head down onto his crotch.

Nabiki mentally thanked the last daddy she had that taught her how to deep-throat. She ignored the burning sensation of being stretched, and milked him for every drop. Finally he seemed to finish, his hands collapsing to the bed, and she pulled off of his cock, gasping and choking for air.

Ranma panted for breath as he came down off of the high. Nothing had ever felt like that before. He didn't know anything could feel that good. As he collected himself, he noticed the coughing coming from his fiancée. He mustered the strength to sit up, looking down at her with concern. "You ok?"

Tears streamed down Nabiki's face as her body recovered from ignoring her gag reflex. "Yeah," she managed between coughs. She wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands. "That's normal."

Ranma tried not to think about how she knew it was normal. Well, he supposed her history didn't matter any more. He reached out a hand, gently cupping her cheek, and used his thumb to wipe away her tears.

Nabiki's eyes widened in surprise. That was a first for her, usually men just grinned in pride at the mascara streaks down her cheeks after she deep throated them. She found herself pressing her cheek into his palm without even realizing it.

Ranma swallowed hard as Nabiki nuzzled his hand, emotions he'd never felt before crashing over him. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. What next? His mind was awash with possibilities, the mere thought of which made him throb with anticipation.

Nabiki finally caught her breath, gently pulling away from Ranma's hand. Internally she berated herself for losing focus; Get what you need from him first, then you can indulge. She stood from her knees, reaching between them and grasping his cock. She was surprised to find he was still hard, raring to go. Her usual lovers needed quite some time to recharge after one of her famous blow jobs. She gave him a squeeze, drawing a gasp from his lips. Without a word, she moved to sit on his lap, then captured his lips with hers.

Nabiki moved against him as they kissed, grinding her hips. Her hand squeezed and stroked him. Her tongue fought with his. Ranma could hardly think, could barely breathe. Suddenly, Nabiki sat up, not breaking the kiss as she hovered over him, and he felt a wet heat on his tip.

Ranma broke the kiss with a gasp and a groan as she lowered herself onto him. If her mouth was a warm inviting embrace, her pussy was a tight bear hug. He gritted his teeth, letting out a hissing breath.

And then she began to move.

Nabiki wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she bounced slowly in his lap. She let out a moan that wasn't faked for his benefit. He wasn't as long as some of her other lovers, but he was probably the thickest man that had ever been inside of her, and it stretched her out deliciously. She found herself enjoying this more than she expected.

Suddenly, Ranma seemed to find a brain cell that wasn't completely overwhelmed and took a modicum of initiative. One of his hands smacked her ass, drawing a surprised gasp from her lips, and squeezed firmly on the meat. His other hand snaked between their bodies, and his thumb started to draw quick circles around her clit.

A much louder moan emanated from Nabiki's lips, and she slapped a hand across her mouth to keep more from escaping. Ranma smirked at her, and continued his assault with his thumb. "Wh-mmmph…" she whispered through a moan. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Ranma stopped stroking her, moving his hand to grab her other ass cheek, helping her to grind against him. "I uh… may have experimented on myself… a little," he admitted, his face turning redder and redder. "We were out in the wild, and it was hard to get hot water. And… You know… I had tits…"

Nabiki giggled. "I don't blame you," she said, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and putting her mouth up to his ear. "I got a nice handful this morning," she reminded him. "I wouldn't mind getting to play with them again some time." She took his earlobe in her mouth.

Ranma shuddered at her words, nearly losing his last grasp on his control. His grip on her hips tightened, and he started impaling her onto him harder.

Nabiki put both hands on his chest and pushed him down so that he was lying on the bed, his hands letting her go. She pouted down at him. "That hurt, you know," she said, examining her hips for bruises.

Ranma looked sheepish. "Sorry," he said. "I just…"

Nabiki leaned down, kissing him firmly. "I know." She sat back up and started to ride again.

As she bounced on him, Ranma started to feel a familiar stirring in his groin. "Nabiki," he growled. "I'm gonna…"

Nabiki grinned ferally at him. Finally! This was it! "Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" She squeezed her kegel muscles, making his eyes cross. "Come on, give it to me!"

A wave of pleasure washed over Ranma at her words. His eyes crossed as he tried valiantly to keep from blowing, but the pressure continued to build. "Are you sure?" he asked through gritted teeth. "What about… you know… getting pregnant?"

Nabiki stopped bouncing, switching to grinding her pelvis against him. She gasped as his hand clutched at her thigh, and his thumb found her clit again. "Don't worry about it, It's safe today." She groaned as a small wave crashed through her. Holy shit! She could orgasm with a guy! She leaned down until their noses touched, looking him dead in the eye. "I like to feel the splash. Cum inside me."

Ranma bucked. He groaned loudly, as his orgasm crashed over him. Nabiki gasped as she felt his cock throb inside of her, and the warm wetness of him depositing his seed. She sat down hard, squeezing him for all he was worth. She wanted every drop, so there would be no question. Finally his twitching stopped, and she dismounted, laying down on the bed next to him. She gently lay her head on his chest. Her arm reached across his body in a tight hug.

Ranma gasped for breath as if he ran a marathon. He had never had two shots in a row that fast, and he felt completely drained. No wonder all the boys in his middle school only wanted to talk about girls. He had no idea you could do that with one!

A laugh bubbled up from inside of him, and escaped out his mouth. He felt Nabiki smile against his chest, and she chuckled too. He felt… happy. For the first time in a long time, he was happy. He wrapped his own arms around her, kissing her on the crown of her head. Here was this beautiful girl who didn't seem to care about the curse, and who wanted to have sex with him. He never thought that would happen! Everything his father kept telling him about not being manly enough sure gave him that impression.

Huh, maybe he actually owed his old man some gratitude for dragging him here after all.

Nabiki felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was safe. Sure, she knew it would really suck to have a baby, but she at least would still have a roof over her head. She would still have the love of her family.

She looked up at Ranma, who had caught his breath and was basking in the afterglow. Who knew, maybe she could learn to love him too. If the sex was that good, she might keep him for herself after all. She let out a satisfied sigh, and settled in to try to get at least a little sleep.

The arm around her shifted slightly, until his hand rested on her breast. His fingers gently began to knead her flesh. Nabiki let out a soft moan. She looked back up at him to see him looking down at her, a questioning look in his eyes.

Well, it was rather good after all. It could only get better if she let him practice. Without saying a word, she rolled over on top of him, pressing their chests together, and gave him a searing kiss.

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