[Ranma][FanFic][Lemon] Only Up, part 13

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  Based on Takahashi Rumiko-sama's Ranma Nibunoichi, except totally fucked 
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  I glance to the side and see it moving. Abused, neglected, annoyed... my 
brain is crawling away. Oh well, doesn't change anything, I still have one 
hand free so I can write this stuff.
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  Are you still here?
  Okay, this is about sex, this is your last chance to stop reading.
  There will be 'weird' sex involving water based curses.
  
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  The grand finale of the saga of perverted curses...
  
  Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top) part XIIV - Final 
Fucks
  
  Hinako wakes up, sprawled over her bed in a haphazard state. Tears coming to 
her cute face, "He left me?"
  
  A few days later Azusa comes to the dojo.
  "You're looking for Ranma?" Nabiki scowls.
  "Uh-huh, little Azusa want to play with Ranma."
  "In what way?" folding her arms.
  Giggling sheepishly, "Uhm, birds and bees," smiling crookedly.
  "Hmm, you too huh. Join the club. Ranma's gone, don't know when he'll be 
back."
  "Wha? Azusa find him, where did he go?"
  "With Akane on a training trip."
  "Damnit, that means she has him all to herself, that bitch."
  Raising an eyebrow at the change in this little girl, "Something wrong, Miss 
Shiratori?"
  Giggling, "Uh, little Azusa just fine... La la la la la," skipping away.
  "Add her to the list. He had no discretion at all," turns around.
  "Maybe Azusa seduced him?" Kasumi offers.
  Sighing, "That's not on the list of hard-things-to-do either."
  
  Nodoka sets her two bottles on the table. Nodding, "Yes, we have been 
behaving in an indecorous manner. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but it is good 
that it has ended."
  "Actually," Kasumi blushes heavily, "We don't have to quit completely, just 
not so often. We were getting Ranma every day. It was probably too much for 
any one boy. We were... addicted."
  "Temperance in all things. Well, I need to decide what to do about Genma. 
Maybe call the punishment complete and release her."
  "Him," Nabiki corrects.
  Giggling, "Yes, him."
  
  "We've come over to see R-oof!" Sayuri rubs her ribs from the elbow jab.
  "Is Akane home?"
  "Well, Yuka, Roof and Akane went on a training trip," smirking.
  "WITHOUT US?" Sayuri gets another jab.
  "Hallo girrls, howzit groin," the man grabs their shoulders almost pulling 
them down with him.
  Nabiki smacks her head, "And now the missing father finally returns."
  
  The next morning.
  Tendou Soun sits at the table with breakfast served, in a sad hungover 
state. His daughters acting normal.
  Nabiki silently eats her meal, not a hint of what is going on under that 
unreadable face.
  Quietly, "Where are Akane and Ranma, or should I ask..."
  "They went off on a training trip," Kasumi pours his tea.
  "Oh," sips quietly. "Anything else happen?"
  "No, father, everything is fine."
  He hums, looking at his daughters cautiously.
  
  Weeks.
  The bell rings.
  Kasumi hurries to the gate.
  Nabiki saw their guest from her window, and watches intently.
  "Kasumi," bowing, "I have returned." Dropping to one knee, "I beg 
forgiveness for how I was before, my love had left me crippled, unable to 
reveal the truth. Will you... consider marrying me?"
  Staring at him blankly, "That depends... on if you can perform."
  "P-perform?"
  Giving a spirit lifting smile, "Pick me up at seven, we'll see where we go 
from there. Is that okay, Tofuu-san?"
  Nodding vigorously, "I will do whatever possible to regain your respect, 
earn your friendship... and maybe win your love?"
  She gives him a peck on the cheek and hurriedly leaves him standing there.
  She's safely back in the house, before he blinks again.
  Nabiki keeps the camera steady.
  "Wahoo!" he starts skipping away.
  
  "Genma," Soun nods, and they take position around the shogiban.
  "It has been a while, Soun."
  Agreeing fully, "Indeed it has. Are all things well?"
  Eyes shake briefly, "Just some concern about when our children will return."
  "Shall we prepare for the blessed day after they return?"
  With a shiver, "No, Soun, they are capable intelligent young people. There 
are certain factions set against us."
  Staring, not liking this statement. "How so?"
  "I have been warned to stay away from that issue, under threat of 
punishment. She was quite serious."
  Something not clicking for him yet, "Why that's absurd they're our children, 
we should do what's right for them."
  Nodding, "Yes, and leave them to their own decision."
  "What!" Slapping the shogiban, "Have you given up, Genma?"
  "Soun, don't even think about it, she may not think twice about including 
you in the punishment."
  Sighing, "You mean the blade?"
  "No... uhm... Chinese water torture."
  Moments flicker by as he absorbs the full potential of the meaning.
  "Soun, old friend... She did things that I will never forget, things I would 
not wish on our most vile enemy."
  Blanching. A minute of silence before he speaks. "Speaking of such, have you 
seen the master? I ask my girls and they merely smile at me strangely, not 
answering at all."
  "I had noticed too, and Nodoka responds like that. They may have done what 
we could not."
  Tears welling up in his shimmering eyes, "Free from that troll? After so 
long he is truly gone?"
  Genma claps his hands twice, "Pay homage to his memory, lest we resurrect 
him with our disrespect."
  "Yes, I'll set up an altar, we must assure his eternal rest. Right, 
Saotome?"
  "For the safety of everyone," sagely nodding.
  
  Much much later.
  They sit in a waterfall.
  "Is it time?"
  "Hmm, I think so. Are you ready?"
  "To go back to THEM?"
  "Eventually we'll have to go back."
  She sighs, "Even though this water is cold, it finally doesn't bother me 
anymore."
  He snorts, "Cold water bothered YOU?"
  "Yes, especially when thrown on you. Do you know how I'm sure the water is 
cold?"
  He opens his eyes and looks at her.
  She slides her glance toward him, "My nipples are just so hard."
  
  Dried off and waiting for breakfast to boil.
  "Are your nipples still hard?"
  Akane sits near the fire, warming herself. "Yes."
  "Should I warm them up for you?"
  "Please."
  Suckling on them doesn't do it (not soften them anyway, but it does warm 
them nicely), so he works a winding trail up to her mouth.
  
  Spending this time coming to terms with what they had done, working on their 
relationship, and some good hard training to bring Akane up to his level...
  They got an answer for themselves, but how to deal with Nerima when they 
return is still a task to plan for.
  
  Since Ranma and Akane retreated to this wilderness Ryouga had somehow 
visited them twice, with his companion.
  The first encounter they worked together and sent Kodachi and Ryouga 
packing.
  The second, Ranma relaxed back to watch the show. Akane single handedly beat 
them both unconscious and sent them flying over the mountain with a concluding 
kick.
  
  Actually having the control to stop when breakfast started hissing into the 
fire is something that took practice.
  Reluctantly they pull away from each other.
  Akane checks, then slops it into bowls.
  Ranma hungrily eats.
  She can't help but make faces, "It's a little better I guess, I almost made 
something edible."
  Glances at her curiously, while eating.
  "I don't see how you can do that," dumping her bowl, refilling with rice and 
pulling out rations.
  "It's good. It has just the right spice."
  Scowling, "I still don't know if that was sugar or salt."
  "No, your loving care is all it needs, and I can eat it."
  Nudging him playfully with an elbow, "Kudos for you, but I can't eat my own 
'love for you'. Maybe you should cook tomorrow."
  "Soy sauce or vanilla extract?"
  Shaking her finger at him, "Don't you start with that again!"
  "I wonder how Ryouga was able to eat this before... uh-oh."
  "Don't worry, I'm over all that. Since I never did get to make P-chan pie 
before THAT stunt; I seriously doubt Kodachi would taste as good as Ryouga 
would have."
  "Probably a good thing, don't want to be a cannibal either way."
  "He's not high enough up the evolutionary ladder to be a mammal, let alone 
human," Akane grits her teeth.
  "Hey, hey, save the insults for when we see him. Right now I could use a 
refill," pulling the pots toward him.
  "When should we leave?"
  Ranma scraping the last from the bottom, "Huh?"
  "Go home I mean."
  "I think we've done pretty good out here, except for figuring out what to do 
when we return... I guess we can go tomorrow. Er, how long has it been?"
  She pulls out a notebook, "A little over three months it seems."
  "Oh man, I'll never catch up in school."
  Smirking, "Since when are you ever concerned about that?"
  
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  "Tadaima!" they call out.
  Kasumi comes around the corner, "Okaeri, Ranma-kun, Akane-san."
  Shedding their shoes and packs.
  "How have things been here, neesan?"
  "Normal, Akane."
  They look at each other as Kasumi returns to the kitchen.
  "What did she mean by that?" Ranma scratches his head.
  Into the den holding hands.
  "About time you two got back. I have something for you, Ranma, that is if 
Akane doesn't mind."
  "Wh-what?" Akane stammers.
  "To start with, Ryouga and Kodachi have given up on you. Kodachi explained 
at length about how Ryouga could find you, but she failed to map the location 
or repeat the journey without him. They came here and left a long formal 
message of apology. They know about the curse thing now. Your parents, Ranma, 
have patched things up. They will be happy to see you both again. Tatewaki is 
cured, part of a deal I made with Kodachi when she and Ryouga put two and two 
together. That puts the Kunous back to normal... make that 'previous 
condition'. Also, almost no one is using the water anymore, except Tsubasa."
  "Tsubasa?"
  She smirks, "I made a killing, he bought a whole case of instant cursed girl 
from me at high mark-up. He... She is leaving Ukyou alone now that a whole new 
life has opened up."
  "Wow, things have changed," Akane is still hanging on his arm.
  "All that is left really is returning the curse to you."
  He stares at Nabiki, "Uhm, why couldn't Tsubasa have it?"
  "Long story. Short version, he's not completely stupid, but said something 
about not touching me with a ten-foot-pole. That means in the next few days 
you need to get the curse back."
  He sighs, "This is because it is 'my' curse?"
  "Technically, yes, it came here with you. You and Akane can share it for all 
I care, I just couldn't find a buyer for it."
  Akane wonders, "Who has it now?"
  Nabiki scowls, "For the last two months I've been avoiding cold water, thank 
you very much. If I have to keep it much longer you'll be paying me storage 
fees, Saotome."
  Ranma snorts.
  Akane hugs him, "I don't mind, Ranma. You can do it once more with my 
sister."
  "Oh, one more thing, probably the most important thing involving these 
curses... even though I should charge you for this; if you drink a package of 
the powdered instant curse in a glass of water it lasts a few days, caffiene 
makes it about a day, alcohol extends it more than a week."
  "Wait... that means Tsubasa is probably..." Akane ponders.
  "Drinking curse cocktails once a week so he can maintain the ability to 
change."
  Ranma makes a stunning leap of memory and deduction, "Is that how I got 
stuck a while back?"
  "Well, I traced it all back. Kasumi served iced tea that day you noticed, 
two days before that I lost a package somewhere. How it got in the tea I don't 
know. That is the best that I could do," shrugging.
  "Ranma?" A distant voice cries out.
  Akane smiles, "I got it! You can take the curse back and use the powder with 
saké."
  "Ranma?" closer.
  "Beer and boy, Ranma," Nabiki smirks.
  "Ranma!" she comes skipping through the gate.
  "But... I'm a martial artist, I don't drink... Oof!"
  "Ranma, you came back!" gripping him in a suffocating hug.
  Nabiki blinks once, "I'll leave you three to work this out."
  "Azusa so glad you come back!"
  "Uhm, Azusa... Gee you're happy to see me aren't ya?"
  "What do you want, Azusa?"
  Innocent eyes, "Huh? Didn't you go with your sister, Akane?"
  Cracking her knuckles loudly, plainly displaying menace in every gram of her 
being, "You had better give a good reason you're hanging on my Ranma. 
Quickly!"
  Cocking her head to the side, "Azusa just came to have birds-and-bees with 
Ranma."
  Ranma forces her off, "No more. I'm sorry, but I won't do it again with 
you."
  Tears welling up, lips quivering, "No more birds-and-bees with Ranma?"
  Looking to Akane for the strength to continue. "Didn't I tell you what to 
call it?"
  "Ranma not Azusa's sex-friend anymore?"
  "No," firmly, and double-checking Akane's now neutral expression.
  With a dramatic sigh, "It's okay I guess, Azusa find another sex-friend 
anyway."
  "Oh?" taken aback, after how Azusa had portrayed her situation before. "So, 
who's the lucky boy?"
  "Ranma," Akane warns.
  "Voodoo Hikaru," employing a cuteness aura that jumps everyone's 
bloodsugars.
  "Hikaru?" Ranma states in wonder. Noticing that they have not been alone, 
"Oh hey, Gosunkugi, I didn't see you. So you hooked up with her, lucky you."
  Not much particularly changed from before, except a hint of more flesh to 
his being and a slight color to his cheeks. "Th-thank you, Ranma-san," quaking 
as he bows, still as fearful as ever.
  "Hikaru is very adventurous in bed," Azusa nods.
  The other three grimace lightly at each other, sharing a communal opinion 
about Azusa's verbal restraint.
  "S-sure... Well, I've devoted my self to Akane, so it's good to see you 
haven't been alone. You to, Gos."
  Again with tears in her eyes, nose to nose with him, "Will Ranma still be 
Azusa's friend?"
  Stepping back from her, "Uh, yeah sure, just a friend."
  Azusa grabs Akane's hands, "Azusa would very much like Akane to be her 
friend too, no fighting ever again?"
  Sweatbead, "Sure, all just a bunch of friends. Right, Ranma?" Seeking help.
  "We're kinda tired, Azusa, we just got back."
  Her eyes narrow, rapidly glancing to and fro between them, and a shockingly 
evil grin growing on her lips. With a haunted voice, "Azusa understand. Azusa 
and Hikaru tired too." Saccharin sweet, "Bye bye!" nearly dragging the 
hoodooing voodoo boy with her.
  Seconds pass before Ranma pulls his jaw back on, "Eh... She... she's gotta 
be more psycho than Kodachi."
  "Do you think poor Gosunkugi is going to survive?" true concern ringing in 
her words.
  
  Soun was elated to see them, and played at everything being back to normal 
so badly that the stress nearly caused him to pass out.
  The decision to contact the Saotomes the next morning was made and they set 
about preparing for supper.
  
  After the delightful Kasumi-made meal Ranma is unseen for an hour.
  Akane finds her later on the dojo roof.
  "Oh, Ranko," a sarcastic amusement in her expression.
  Sighing, "Yeah, I got it back. I feel so dirty, but it is the duty of a 
martial artist to help people. I just had to save Nabiki from this."
  "Well," sitting next to him, "Here."
  He takes the glass and sniffs, "What is this, smells awful..." Blinking, 
"Are you MIXING drinks?"
  "Not really, it's just beer and boy curse powder."
  "I can't drink that, Akane," flatly, brooking no argument.
  "It's the best way, eight days instead of four. Need coverage for one day 
and you use coffee. Think of it as a medication."
  "No, I don't drink alcohol."
  "It's either for you or me."
  "No," crossing her arms.
  "Fine then," Akane chugs it down. She lowers the glass to see Ranma's hand 
belatedly reaching toward her.
  (When drinking it does not cause a change unless you spill it, but now any 
cold water splashed for the next week...)
  "No... Akane, why did you..."
  Smiling, "What did you tell me, Ranma?"
  "Uhm, don't drink it?"
  "About us I mean."
  She scratches her head of red hair.
  Akane clues her in, "You told me that whatever happened it would always be 
you and me."
  Ranma remembers those words clearly, many long talks were shared in the last 
few months, she nods.
  "Well, I made this for us. If you weren't going to drink it I was. And every 
week one of us is going to drink this. You and me."
  Ranma smiles, "You and me."
  She moves closer and they kiss.
  "You do know that cold water is going to find you at every opportunity for 
the next week."
  "As long as you're with me it won't matter."
  They lay back and gaze at the stars for a few minutes.
  Akane idly reaches over to play with Ranma's breast, "How about we go have a 
warm bath?"
  Ranma snakes a hand over and grabs one of Akane's tits, "Yeah."
  
  In the bathroom, stripped and lathering up.
  Akane scoots closer, then splashes with cold water.
  Taking Ranma's hand. "Can we, Ranma-chan? We haven't done it like this for 
months."
  Smirking, "We haven't done it at all for a week."
  He smiles, she slides over and stradles him.
  High-pitched falsetto, "Oh, please be gentle, Akane-kun," batting her 
eyelashes.
  Akane chuckles.
  
  ~ Omake ~ In Nabiki's Boudoir
  
  Travel back a few hours that evening.
  *Knock knock*
  "Welcome to my parlor said the gender-switching girl to her expected 
victim," speaking then opening, thankfully it truly is Ranma at the door and 
not anyone else.
  He averts his gaze and scuffs his feet around, "Uhm... I..."
  Slapping her head, "You can't be shy! I mean, we had orgies before, did it 
in closets at school, and only Kami remembers where else. Now I find you 
standing at my door pretending to be a virgin when one of your many sexual 
partners is wearing only strings and a shear nighty to cover her drop-dead 
gorgeous body."
  "Uhm, yeah?" lamely.
  Grabs an ear and jerks him in with it, then slams the door.
  The desk lamp casting her into soft shadows through the gossamer gown, 
showing the thong panty and one of the best natural bodies in anime.
  Allowing him to look for several seconds.
  Taking a step toward him, lunging, and clinging. Whispering into his ear, 
"Just one last fantasy... you didn't think I'd let you rush in, fuck, then 
run. Did you?"
  Examining the ceiling, "Actually..."
  Licking an ear, smirking at how he shivers when she blows on it. "My way, 
honey, or we could negotiate something a little more... costly?" Breathily 
into the ear.
  Relaxing, grabbing her arms, holding her firmly to him. Gazing lovingly into 
her eyes, "As you wish, nothing is too daunting to do for the woman I love." 
Taking her into a deep kiss.
  'I'm pretty sure he means Akane. I hope. Hmm, damn he's gotten good and this 
is just a kiss... I wonder what they were training for out there?'
  Lifting her, carrying over to the bed and sitting down. Cradling her gently.
  Lips reluctantly peeling apart.
  "Once more, my mistress, then later we shall assure all virtues are 
maintained."
  'Where did he get that?' "But now, what is for now?" huskily begging.
  Caressing her cheek, "For now there is no virtue, our passion rules over all 
with its burning desire." Kissing her again.
  Her hands stray to his shirt, slowly plucking the ball ties apart as she 
twines her tongue with his. Delicate fingers massaging the firm rippling 
muscles under the singlet.
  He flips off his shoes, now aggressively mawing on her, easing her down on 
the bed. Pulling away again, to shuck the shirt. Briefly moving off to rid 
himself of slacks and boxers.
  Returning to her, dropping his face to her breasts, nuzzling and teasing 
nipples through the gown, rubbing his leg against her crotch.
  Nabiki feels around until she finds him, then languorously pulls on his 
stiffening erection.
  Working one hand on her flowering petals, while his other drags the thong 
down her legs.
  She gasps, wettening his hand. He slips his thumb in, she arcs her back.
  "Oh... Ranma," throatily, "I need you."
  Pushing her legs wide, and hitching her butt onto his thighs. Bringing 
himself close.
  "Ranma..."
  An easy maneuver and he slides in to the hilt. She coils up to grip his 
shoulders groaning.
  With simple mechanical labor he bounces her lightly a few dozen times before 
rolling her down.
  He braces his arms to either side and does that thing that makes her claw 
the sheets.
  Together working up the stairway to heaven.
  Cumming hard and fast into her, a few seconds pass before she spasms on his 
member.
  He holds there as they breathe heavily.
  
  With Nabiki's forethought to bring towels they clean up a bit. He dresses, 
and tries to clear his head.
  "One last thing, Ranma... I didn't figure out why the curse changed gender 
when passed between us."
  "Those springs were sick mother fuckers, so are all these damned curses," 
grinning like a schoolboy who knows he shouldn't say those words if there were 
polite ears about.
  With a sly hungry expression, "You were never sick, but you were a mother 
fucker yourself not so long ago."
  At a loss to respond, he turns to the door, hand on the knob...
  "One more thing, Ranma. There is that pledge of honor between our families. 
Not that I want it to happen, but if you and Akane ever part ways, come and 
see me."
  Carefully closing the door behind him.
  Sighing, "I won't hold my breath though, you two are close to perfect for 
each other."
  
  --
  C&C will be twisted horribly and used indescribably.
  Flames will be treated with napalm and the door closed.
  
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