Chapter 6 - Friendship Is Tragic

AN: Bit of a delay on this one.  Ended up making a DBZ oneshot right after I finished the last chapter, which ended up delaying this one.  You can find it here.

This chapter was also kind of tough to write and I ended up changing the ending to it twice and swapping some stuff out the more I wrote it.  I'm not totally sure how I feel about this one and would love some feedback on it for improvements and the like.



Chapter 6 – Friendship Is Tragic

'How...How did it come to this...?' Ranma asked herself, still in a state of shock.

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

The semen that had drenched Ranma's hair, breasts and dress slowly fell to the ground and made it even filthier.  It had an acrid smell that filled Ranma's nostrils and still felt warm to the touch.  Ranma tried to focus on analyzing the substance in the hope that she could forget just how all of it was produced (and how it tasted).

Reality was not so kind to her.

“Heh.  Seems like you did too good of a job.  It's a good thing Yuka has spare uniforms, so you can go ahead and keep the one you're wearing in case I want you in it again.” Kenta's chuckle brought her back to reality unfortunately and Ranma numbly looked up at the man who was putting away his now flaccid, but still very big, cock.

He winked at her and hefted the bag containing her normal clothes and the only things she had that weren't stained with thick jizz.  For a moment, Ranma was seized with a sudden fear that Kenta– 'D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆.' – was going to leave with the bag and leave Ranma with Yuka's...or her new uniform.  

“Ah...W...Wait...” called out Ranma, reaching out a trembling hand towards him.

She needn't have bothered as Kent– 'D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆.' – smiled reassuringly at her and put it on the counter next to the sink, “Don't worry, I won't leave a pretty girl like you without any clean clothes to wear.”

Feeling absurdly grateful towards him, Ranma went to open her mouth to thank him with a small smile, before stopping and realizing that it was his fault that she was in this position to begin with.  If he was offended by her silence, he didn't show it and simply gave Ranma a low chuckle and a parting warning as he turned to leave.

“You might want to get changed quickly.  Who knows what kind of people might try and take advantage of you in your...current state of dress.” Ranma paled at the thought of someone else seeing her like this and she quickly stood up from the wet floor, shuddering as she felt Ken– 'D̶̢̡̬̦͍͌͛͋̑͆ͅą̴̻̣̞̓̇͂d̷̥͕̦̃̏̓̒̕ḑ̶̛͔͍̯̩̥̞̓̐̂͋͘͘ý̷̢̨͚̻͉̟̑͂͜͝'̶̛̛̲̣̟̭͗̀͘͘s̵̱̋̀͊̋̇͋.'– cum slough off of her.

“Take your time changing, Ranma-chan.  The door is locked and I'll make sure no one comes in...” 

“Thank-” began Ranma, before abruptly stopping with a blush and looked away from him.

A bemused reply broke the sudden silence: “You're very welcome, sweetheart.” 

Not trusting herself to say anything else, Ranma silently washed as much cum as she could from herself, starting with her hair.  Through it all, Ke– 'D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆.' – maintained a silent, leering vigil on Ranma as she moved onto her face and torso, before pulling the uniform over her head.  His breathing quickened as she stood slightly shivering in only her shoes and cotton panties and started to shrug on her old clothes, but otherwise he made no move towards her.

She felt grateful for his restraint and she shouldn't have.

She shouldn't be feeling slightly crestfallen that he didn't make a move.

Ranma needed to get to some hot water and rid herself of these confusing feelings and just push away the...events...of today.  Grabbing some paper towels and wetting them, Ranma scrubbed the jism-covered parts of her uniform and realizing that she was going to have to actually put it through a proper laundry cycle.  Hopefully no one would ask her about where she got the uniform or what she dirtied it with before it was cleaned.

“Good girl! I can't even tell that you had been covered in my cum after jacking me off!” Ranma's face boiled with mortification (and just a little pride) at the backhanded compliment.

“Now I have to get going, but don't worry, Ranma-chan...” Ranma found herself automatically stepping forward when he heard that he was going to leave and turned her cheek to accept a kiss.

Mwah!

“Ah...! N-ohh...” moaned Ranma, unprepared for the hands that fondled and squeezed her ass and the delightful sensations it brought her.


SMACK!

“Eep!” squealed Ranma as K–'D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆.'– gave a quick, painful swat on her ass, causing the fleshy globes to jiggle a bit from the force of the blow.

“...I'll see you soon.” finished D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆ with a hot, whispered promise in her ear.  Before she could even think up a response to that declaration, D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆ had already unlocked the door and shut it behind him. 

Slam!

Ranma waited for a bit to hear his receding footsteps before letting out a shaky breath and leaning her head against the door.  The full weight of what she had just done to him...to D̴͈̘̗̂̐͛́̚ͅa̶̲̜̻̖͓̘̅̉d̵͙͖̳̼̈́̿̀d̴̤̃̈́̓y̶̨̠͇̱̯͈̐͂̔̒̆, started to hit her now with his presence no longer muddling her thoughts.  Ironically, it was D̸̲͚̅̃a̴̔̈́̽͘͝ͅd̷̗̲̮̓̈d̶̨̻̞̥͓͊̀͑̕ÿ̷̭́͛͠͠'̶̨̦̗͗̈͊ş̵̛͎̝ own words that managed to keep Ranma from breaking down totally:

'“And it's normal for girls to please men.  Whatever you do in this form won't make you any less of a man in your other state.”'

“It's normal for girls to please men...” repeated Ranma to herself in a whisper, “So it's normal for me to have been a good girl for D̵͕̏a̸͝ͅḓ̴̕d̵͔́y̴̝͋...”

What she wouldn't give voice to was the thought that if it was also normal for girls to feel good about pleasing their D̵a̴d̴d̶y̶.

~Unfit~

“I wonder if you missed your calling to be a photographer...” mused Yuka as Daddy took another photo of her and Hiroko.

Daddy held up the camera and then lowered it with a small frown, “Hiroko-chan, can you lift yourself up on your knees a bit more?” Shuffling at Yuka's feet, she complied and looked towards Daddy for approval.

“Naahh...Like...thish~?” Hiroko's mouth was filled with the head of Yuka's shiny new strapon, whose current lustre was caused by Hiroko's diligent tongue polishing.

“Ooh, perfect!” cheered Daddy excitedly, snapping a couple of pictures.

Click! Ker-chack! Click! Ker-chack! Click! Ker-chack!

Daddy fiddled with the buttons before tilting it up and pointing it towards Asami who noticed and gazed into the lens with Daddy's cock in her mouth and flashing a 'Peace' sign with her left hand.

Click! Ker-chack!

“Ahhn...Mmm...Ne...Yukaah...” Hiroko caught her attention as she trailed her tongue up the bumpy shaft of the silicone dildo and Yuka leaned down to hear her conspiratorial whisper, “Mmm...Ah! My Dad's the same way with taking photos.  We've got so many albums back home.”

“Somehow I think the photos your Dad takes are a lot more...conservative...”

They both turned to see Daddy having Asami take different poses with his cock against her face causing Yuka to look back at Hiroko who did the same and share a giggle.  Yuka patted Hiroko's head and directed her back to work on lubing up the small twenty-five centimetre dildo with her cute mouth.

“Mmm...” Yuka gave a small moan as Hiroko's enthusiastic blowjob slightly shifted the other end of the dildo buried in Yuka's pussy.  It had nothing on Daddy's cock to be sure, but these days, Yuka noted the absence of her cunt not being filled with something.

After Daddy's first experience with Ranma-chan (and hopefully the first of many more), he had gone to get the film discreetly developed somewhere in the red-light district and brought back a present for Yuka that she was currently wearing.  It was just in time too as Hiroko and Asami had finally gotten permission to come over and hang out, though Sayuri hadn't been able to make it unfortunately.  From there, it didn't take long for them to be hopelessly addicted to Daddy's amazing cock.

Currently the four of them were in the living room, completely nude, and Yuka and Daddy were lounging on the couch while their newest sluts attended to their cocks. 

Sluurp...! Sluurp...! Sluurp...! Sluurp...!

“Mmmm! Naaahhh...” Hiroko noisily sucked on the dildo with one hand between her legs rubbing her clit.  “Thissh ishn't assh...Mmm...tasshhty assh Oji-shama's cock...”

“I doubt that there'd be anything capable of matching Daddy's cock, though.  Still...” Yuka pushed Hiroko's head down on her fake dick and smiled as she listened to her friend choke on it, “You still need something filling that mouth of yours.”

“Gaa~ckgh! Mmmph! Gerk!” replied Hiroko unintelligibly. 

“Come on Hiroko-chan! You took Daddy's cock so well earlier that this shouldn't be giving you any trouble!” reminded Yuka encouragingly before gesturing over to where Daddy was doing the same thing to Asami, “I mean, look at Asami-chan!” 

“GLURK! GLURK! GAKGH! GAKGH! GAKGH!” Tears leaked out of Asami's eyes as Daddy took control and stretched her throat out with his fat cock.

Yuka tweaked her nipples watching the sexy sight of Asami's throat bulging from the massive dick inside of it and let Hiroko come up for gasping for air.

“Shoooooo luckyy...” whined Hiroko around the strapon, looking jealously at Asami getting facefucked.

Yuka empathized with the poor girl and patted her head consolingly, “I know, but Daddy did start with you and I'm sure he'll have time to pump some more cum into you.”

“Though you and – Mmph! –  Asami-chan will have to keep up your...Ngh!...grades, if you want that to happen!” added Daddy sternly, giving a small shout as he pulled Asami by her hair to the base of his cock before cumming.

“MMMPPPPHH!!! *Gulp!* *Gulp!* *Gulp!* Mmmmm!” Asami muffled cries might have been concerning had the naughty girl not also have been fingering her still virgin pussy.

“Fucking slut! NGH!” cursed Daddy, thrusting his hips to try and shove his cock deeper into Asami's mouth, “TAKE MY CUM!”

Yuka found herself so enthralled by the sight that her mouth was hanging open and a little drool was leaking out from the corner of it.  She didn't even notice that Hiroko had stopped licking the dildo to do the same until Daddy growled at her.

“Hiroko.  Get back to sucking!” 

“Meep!” Hiroko squeaked a little in fright and quickly popped the dildo back into her mouth.

Daddy caught Yuka's eye and winked at her while mouthing silently: -Love you.-

Yuka beamed and mouthed back to him: -Love you, too.-

She wasn't embarrassed to say those words aloud and neither was he, but it felt more intimate to do it like this and it filled Yuka's chest with a warm, fluttery feeling.  Yuka found herself leaning over to Daddy who did the same and closed her eyes as they kissed each other tenderly.  

“GURK!”

“GLAKGH!”

They broke apart with a smile as they heard Asami and Hiroko gagging and pulled them off of their respective cocks.  Hiroko was panting but kept on dutifully keeping the dildo slick with her saliva by running her tongue over it.  For her part, Asami took some time to smear Daddy's cock over her face, causing more than a few pubic hairs to stick to her skin.

It was a good look for her and Yuka pointed it out to her Daddy, “Oooh! Take a picture of Asami-chan, Daddy!”

Daddy looked at where she was pointing and brightened, “Good eye, baby girl!”

'He looks so cute like that!' thought Yuka fondly as Daddy excitedly grabbed his camera and positioned his fat cock next to Asami's cheek.

“Would it look better if I do it like this?” asked Asami, gently resting the slim fingers of one hand delicately over his dick and winking.

“Perfect! Give me a smile, Asami-chan!”

Click! Ker-chack!

“You sure you have enough film left over, Daddy?” asked Yuka bemusedly.

“Definitely!” he confirmed with an emphatic nod before giving her a sly smile, “Though the extra rolls will be saved for my little Princess.”

Yuka felt herself blushing and shyly smiled at him to which he took immediate advantage of.

Click! Ker-chack!

“Oooh...I bet that'll – Hahh~nn – be a good one.  Mmmph...Any chance we can get *Slurp!* copiesh of thoshe photosh?” mumbled Hiroko.

“Hmm...If you can keep them a secret, then maybe.” considered Daddy.

““So, Hiroko-chan/Hiroko is out, then.”” said Yuka and Asami simultaneously.

“HEY!” exclaimed Hiroko indignantly, wilting immediately when Yuka and Asami turned amused and deadpan stares on her respectively.  “...I'm not that bad...” she defended weakly.

Not wanting to hurt Hiroko's feelings more, Yuka stepped in and said, “Maybe we can keep them here instead of taking a risk.  It might be a little awkward if your parents found those photos.”

Predictably, Hiroko bounced back to cheerfulness and agreed with Yuka, “That's an understatement!”

“The Lady of the House has spoken, then.  Sorry, girls.” A joyous thrill went through Yuka's body at being addressed like that by Daddy as he continued kindly, “But you can still come over and look at them anytime you want.”

“That's already more – Mmm...Ahhnn – than enough, Oji-sama.  Thank you.”

Daddy chuckled and stroked Asami's hair as she suckled on the head of his cock, “Well, at the very least – Mmm...  – I can get you a picture of being fucked for the first time!”  

Asami's eyes glimmered with excitement as Hiroko added, “Ooh! I can't wait to see how mine turned out!”

Yuka wished they had done something similar for her first time as well and couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Asami and Hiroko.  It was bad luck she supposed, but she'd happily content herself with the main prize of being Daddy's favourite girl.  

Plus, Nabiki-chan promised to set Daddy up with a video camera and Yuka was greatly looking forward to making some home movies with her Daddy.  

“Alright, I think you can stop sucking on me now, Asami-chan.” said Daddy, gently moving her away so that he could stand up, “Time for you to be properly bred.”

Asami squealed happily as Daddy moved out of the way and gestured grandly towards the couch, “Bend over for me, Asami-chan.” as the girl happily obeyed, Daddy looked at her, “Yuka, you want to do the same with Hiroko-chan?”

“Sure!” chirped Yuka and Hiroko eagerly adopted the same position as Asami.  

Both girls were wiggling their asses enticingly towards Yuka and Daddy with clear fluid leaking constantly out of Asami's pussy and Daddy's semen dripping out a bit from Hiroko's.  Daddy brought the camera to his face, hesitated and then handed it to Yuka with an apologetic smile, “Would you mind taking the picture, honey? I don't think it will be in focus if I do it.”

All three girls laughed at that and Yuka easily agreed to the request, receiving some quick tips from Daddy on how to operate the camera.  She took a quick practice picture of Asami and Hiroko bent over for cocks like proper bitches with the two of them smiling at the camera.  Yuka took another picture and then called out to Hiroko:

“Hiroko-chan? Can you get back on your knees, please? I want to get a full shot of Daddy and Asami-chan!”

“Sure!” chirped Hiroko and lowered herself back down and pressed her upper torso flat against the towelled-surface of the couch.  Hiroko looked back at Yuka with a bright smile, “How's this?”

“Perfect!” Yuka gave Hiroko a thumbs-up who giggled before directing her attention back at Asami and Daddy, whose juicy cock was waiting just in front of Asami's glistening cunt.  

“Are you all set, honey?” asked Daddy.

“Yup!” confirmed Yuka cheerfully and held the camera up to her eye in preparation, “Let me know when you are!”

“We can do the same as we did with Hiroko-chan, then.” announced Daddy, idly groping Asami's ass and occasionally giving it sharp spanks, making Asami jump and squeal and get even wetter.

“One.” began Daddy, teasingly running a finger over Asami's pussy and dipping into it slightly before pulling away. 

“Two...” Daddy rested his left hand and gripped Asami's waist lightly, letting Yuka have a clear view of what was about to happen.

“Three!” Yuka reacted quickly and snapped several photos as Daddy buried his cock in Asami's cunt for the first time and Asami screamed in pain from the violent deflowering.

Click! Ker-chack! Click! Ker-chack! Click! Ker-chack!

Skwwiii~iiish!
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Yuka darted around behind the couch and snapped a quick picture of Asami's beautiful face twisted in pain and containing a hint of ecstasy as tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks.  Daddy gave Yuka a brief nod of approval before gripping Asami's hips with both hands and start properly pounding her.

Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish!

“Don't worry, Asami-chan! It'll only hurt for a liiitttle bit!” encouraged Hiroko, who was cheering her best friend on. 

Daddy chuckled malevolently, “I bet Asami-chan's a – Nghh!  – nasty, little painslut like you and Yuka!”


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Daddy's hands rained down upon Asami's helpless asscheeks with a brutal amount of force, causing Asami's screams to double in intensity.  Despite her rough treatment, Yuka could see the wide smile on Asami's face and took pleasure in capturing that look on camera.

“AHHHH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!” Asami yelped with every blow to her ass even as Daddy kept roughly pounding her cunt, moulding it in the shape of his cock.

Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish!


“FUCKING SLUT! TAKE MY COCK!” cursed Daddy.

“OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgod! AHHH! You're so fucking big!” panted Asami, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. 


Click! Ker-chack!

'Asami-chan always has such a blank face, but now she's making such CUTE expressions!' thought Yuka happily as she took another picture of her friend.

Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish!

“Ghhh! This pussy belongs to ME now!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AIIIEEE! Y-YES! I-IT'S Y-YOURS!” screamed Asami.  Yuka licked her lips and desperately wanted to start touching her dripping wet pussy like she could see Hiroko doing in her periphery.

Yuka really hoped Asami appreciated these photos later.

Daddy thrusted once more and fully buried his cock in Asami before yanking her hair back to hiss in her ear: “From now on, whenever I want, your body is going to be my new fucktoy.  So tell me, Asami-chan...Where...” 

Yuka was breathing heavily at the menacing whisper Daddy's voice had just dropped into.  The camera had been lowered from her face at some point and she could dimly feel it held loosely in her hand.  Asami was looking very flushed and panted with wide eyes and even Hiroko seemed to be holding her breath as Daddy stretched out the question, until:

“...Where does my newest whore want my cum?”

“Inside...” came the immediate and quiet reply from Asami.

“Louder.” ordered Daddy.

“Inside!”

“Louder!” he repeated and Yuka felt herself repeating the command under her breath.

“INSIDE! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME, OJI-SAMA!”

SMACK!

Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish!

Daddy's approval lay in his actions as he let go of Asami's hair, smacked her ass once and started to drill into her pussy once more at an even faster pace.  Asami howled as Daddy resumed fucking her, though this time her cries were filled with much more pleasure than pain.  Asami was panting like a dog with her tongue hanging out as she experienced the joy of Daddy's dick for the first time and Yuka finally remembered her job when she idly thought of wanting to capture this moment.

Click! Ker-chack!

“Oh, Asami...! You look so beautiful, right now!” sighed Yuka.

“ThAAHHnnkkk YoouUUuUu, YUUUKKAAAHH!!!” warbled Asami, steadily lowering her face into the couch for more balance as her knees grew ever shakier from the rough coupling.

“Hee-hee! Asamiii~ Oji-sama's gonna fill your pussy up, Mmm!, with all of his nasty jizz!” giggled Hiroko whose legs were now spread and was fingering herself while keeping a fixated gaze on Daddy's dick. 

SMACK!

Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish! Skwish!

“I'M GONNA GET...!” began Daddy as his breaths grew quicker and he started pulling his cock out even less.


Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!

“...ALL OF YOU – GHHH! – SLUTS!” 

Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!Skwish!SkwishSkwi-!

“PREGNANT!”

“YEESSSSSSSSS!!!” howled Asami jubilantly as Daddy's semen finally started to fill up her womb.  

For his part, Daddy was making some really sexy growling noises and pulled Asami closer to him.  Asami's poor little knees trembled and gave out on her as she orgasmed from being creampied.  Luckily Daddy kept a firm grip on her and he even gave his tasty cock a few quick, strong pumps as he emptied his balls fully.  Asami moaned deliriously and collapsed onto the couch with a look of utter bliss.

Click! Ker-chack!

As Yuka lowered the camera, she caught Daddy's eye and he smiled warmly at her, “Good girl.  Do you mind cleaning Daddy's dick, Princess?”   

“Absolutely!” cheered Yuka, depositing the camera on the table and skipping around to Daddy's side.

Schlooorp!

“Ohhhhh...” moaned Asami as Daddy withdrew his cock from her vagina, causing a bunch of cum to leak out from the gaping hole.  Yuka gasped and caught it before it hit the floor and slurped up the white ambrosia greedily, taking the time to swish it around on her tongue and enjoy the salty and bitter taste before swallowing.

Keeping one hand supporting Asami's waist, Daddy leaned over and grabbed Hiroko by her hair (who squealed delightedly at the rough treatment) and shoved her face into Asami's cunt before letting Asami fully collapse onto the couch.

“Clean her up, Hiroko-chan.  If you do a good job, I'll fuck you next.”

Yuka giggled as Hiroko stilled for a moment, clearly processing Daddy's promised reward in her mind, before vigorously and noisily slurping and licking Asami's cunt for all she was worth.  

“AHHH! HI-HIROKOOOHHH!” Unsurprisingly, Asami was very much enjoying Hiroko's oral skills.


Thump! Thump!

Yuka jumped a bit as Daddy's cock softly slapped against her cheeks a few times and she looked at him with an apologetic smile.  

“*Mwah!*”

And an apologetic kiss to Daddy's cock.

“Mmmh...Haahnnn...” Yuka made sure to keep her gaze locked with Daddy who stared at her with wonder, love and lust as she lavished her tongue over the head of his cock, before popping it in her mouth and suckling on it. 

'Daddy might fuck me and all my friends...' thought Yuka as she tasted Asami's tangy pussy and some of her virginal blood on Daddy's cock.

“Oh, Yuka...” moaned Daddy and she couldn't help but intensify the motions of her tongue as he said her name and the way he said it.

'But I'm the only one he makes love to!' Daddy was content to let Yuka set her own pace in cleaning his cock and started petting Yuka's head tenderly as she did so.  

The moans from Asami and Hiroko became background noise for Yuka as she focused on cleaning off her man in the most pleasurable way for him.  As she finished licking his shaft and sucking on his hairy balls, Yuka took Daddy's cock back into her mouth and slowly sank down to its root.  With the amount of times she had been in this position, Yuka's gag reflex had more or less been tamed, but Daddy liked the sound of her choking and so she indulged him.  

'Well, I mean I like choking on his cock too, so...' thought Yuka naughtily.  

“MMMPH! MMMH...! MMMM...!” Daddy's balls tightened and Yuka felt the long piece of meat in her throat expand slightly and pulsate before filling up her stomach with even more of his hot semen.


Click! Ker-chack!

Yuka's attention was grabbed by the sound of the camera going off and she saw a smiling Hiroko and grinning Asami lower the camera from her eye.  Yuka heard Daddy chuckling from above her, still petting Yuka's hair.

“Thank you, Asami-chan.  I'm sure that will turn out very nice!”

“Ooh! Ooh! Take another one where Yuka's looking at the camera, Asami-chan!” piped in Hiroko.

Yuka held up a peace sign in response as Asami took a few more pictures of her deepthroating Daddy and getting pulled off of his cock and onto her feet for a passionate kiss.  Yuka melted into Daddy's embrace, loving the way his beard scratched at her smooth skin as they made out with each other.  They couldn't spend too long swapping spit though as both Hiroko and Asami had to go home, considering tomorrow was a Monday, and Daddy had promised Hiroko a reward.

“Hah...Should we...Hah....check and see if Hiroko was a good girl, Daddy?” asked Yuka breathlessly.

“I think we should, Princess...” concurred Daddy before he looked at a still kneeling Asami and Hiroko.  “Asami, lean against the couch with your ass up.  Hiroko, you should get back to sucking on Yuka's strapon.”

Daddy kept Yuka in a side-arm hug as the other two girls hopped to work and he gestured for Yuka to inspect Asami's spread open pussy for herself.  

Schliii~ck! Schliick...! Schliick...! Schliick...! Schliick...!

“Uuuu...Ohh...Yuka-chan...” pleasurably sighed Asami as Yuka proceeded with her inspection, none too gently inserting her fingers and stretching out her gaping cunt even further.

“Hmm~ Well, I'm not seeing or even feeling much of Daddy's cum in here...” announced Yuka before looking down at Hiroko, “You're such a greedy slut, Hiroko-chan!”

Hiroko grinned shamelessly as she slathered her tongue along the studded dildo, “I cahhn't help it, Yuka-chan! Mmm...Haahhn~ Oji-sama's cum is way too addicting!”

Daddy's laughed, a full-body sensation that vibrated his big belly and carried over to Yuka.  “Well, Hiroko-chan.  You seemed to have done a good job, so why don't you get beside Asami for your reward.”

“Eeeee! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Hiroko squealed happily and propped herself next to a slightly pouting Asami and wiggled her ass excitedly.

“Please send me home with lots of your cum in my pussy, Oji-sama!” begged Hiroko.

“Your friends are such filthy whores, Yuka...” sighed Daddy in mock-disapproval, but with a broad smile.  Daddy raised his hands above their asses and sharply brought them down as he gave a few quick spanks to both Asami and Hiroko.

““Ah!/Eeep!”” yelped the two of them.

Yuka giggled as she stood behind Asami, slightly parting the lips of her puffy pussy lips with the head of her strapon, “Only for you, Daddy.” 

Daddy simply laughed in response as he took his own place behind Hiroko and looked at Yuka with a gleam in his eye.  They didn't need any words or something as banal as a countdown to know what the other was thinking and Yuka and her Daddy simultaneously plunged their cocks into Asami and Hiroko's trembling pussies.  Yuka moaned as she felt the resistance to her strapon cause the dildo lodged in her own cunt to be shifted and move slightly deeper.

The living room became filled with loud moans of pleasure and the lewd sounds of genitals (and lubricated silicone) squashing wetly against each other.  Yuka and Daddy set a moderate pace in fucking Asami and Hiroko and glanced at each other with smiles as the two writhed and moaned on their cocks.  Yuka sucked on her middle and fourth fingers and delicately inserted them into Asami's puckered asshole.

“Oooooh! Yuka! Tha-That's m-my A-Ahhh!” moaned Asami as Yuka's other hand started rubbing Asami's hard little clit and causing her to cum.

“Do you like my fingers in your little asshole, Asami-chan~?” asked Yuka sweetly.

“Mmmm...Yeeesss..!” confirmed Asami breathily as she rode out her orgasm at the same time Hiroko was achieving hers from Daddy's rough pounding.

“OOH! YES! YES! YES! YEEESSS! TEAR MY PUSSY APART!” screamed Hiroko, collapsing into a moaning mess on the cushion and loudly moaning as Daddy kept vigorously plowing her no-doubt very sensitive pussy.  


Skwii~iish! Skwii~iish!

Yuka pulled out of Asami's asshole briefly to lubricate some more fingers and inserted a total of four into her tight hole.  

“Mmmmmmmm!” Despite her trembling knees, Asami seemed to dredge up the strength to push back against Yuka's probing fingers, showing much more of a reaction than the lengthy and bumpy silicone dildo in her cunt.

“Dirty girl!” exclaimed Yuka in a breath of excitement, “I bet you're an even bigger buttslut than Sayuri!”

Whatever Asami's reply was going to be was cut off as Hiroko cupped her best friend's chin and kissed her passionately and hungrily.  While caught off guard by Hiroko's actions, Asami quickly lost herself in the kiss and returned it just as eagerly.  By unspoken agreement with each other, both Yuka and her Daddy slowed the speed of their thrusts and smiled at each other lovingly.

“Seems like they have the right idea...” said Daddy, leaning down slightly towards Yuka.

She happily accepted the invitation to kiss her lover, but was caught off guard when she felt one of his large hands slide across her ass and shove an unlubricated finger into her own asshole.

“Ah!” Yuka yelped as Daddy's fat finger forcefully invaded her ass that quickly relaxed at the intrusion and started to send a slow thrum of pleasure to Yuka's brain.

“I think we know who the real buttslut is around here, though...” murmured Daddy, grinning at her.

Yuka blushed happily and pecked him on the lips before whispering, “Can you add some more fingers, Daddy?”

Daddy's eyes lit up with lust at the lewd request and he passionately kissed Yuka while painfully inserting another finger into her asshole.  

Skwii~iish!

Tears pricked the corner of Yuka's eyes and it was only a growled reminder from Daddy that she kept on thrusting into Asami's pussy.  Daddy didn't move his fingers at all and soon Yuka felt herself getting fucked on two fronts: One from the dildo in her own pussy and another from repeatedly backing up onto Daddy's sausage-like fingers.  Yuka swung her hips faster, wanting every subsequent entry of Daddy's fingers into her asshole to be that much more brutal and more painful until-

“AHHHHHHH!” Yuka screamed out loud as she came hard from the dual stimulation, hearing reciprocal cries from the other three who seemed to be climaxing as well.

“Yuka.” Hearing her name come in the form of a strangled groan wrested Yuka's awareness towards her Daddy who was in the process of filling up Hiroko's cunt again.  

Yuka moaned as Daddy removed his fingers and briefly inserted them into Yuka's mouth and she obediently cleaned them off.  Daddy lifted Hiroko off of the ground while she was still connected to his cock and slowly spun her around before sitting heavily back down onto the couch.  In one quick motion, Daddy pulled Hiroko off of his cock and pointed at her messy cunt.  Asami was casually yanked over to his cock by her hair and quickly got to cleaning Daddy's cock without any instructions needed.

“Be a good girl and clean up your friend, Yuka.”

Yuka licked her lips hungrily as she crawled towards the couch with an already open mouth, “Thank you for the meal~!”


~Unfit~

'Ranma stood in the empty door-frame of Kenta's home, dressed in a much sluttier version of the Furinkan girl's uniform.  While the white shirt and aquamarine dress remained, they were both much tighter and smaller with the dress portion barely covering Ranma's thighs and showing the jiggly underside of her luscious bubble butt.  A sizable hole had also been cut in the chest portion and created a window that prominently displayed Ranma's ample cleavage.  When Kenta's hands crept underneath Ranma's shirt and skirt, he was very pleased to discover that Ranma had foregone wearing any underwear.

Schlii~iick!

Ranma let out a slutty moan as two of Kenta's fingers slipped into her sopping wet cunt, “Ohhh, Daddy!”

“You like that, slut?” chuckled Kenta.

Ranma's fluttered her eyes coquettishly at him and flung her arms around his neck, gyrating her hips on Kenta's fingers.  “I LOVE it, Daddy!” she squealed joyfully.

At some point they had started making out on the couch in the living room all the while Kenta vigorously fingered and rubbed Ranma to several screaming orgasms.  It was a familiar scenario between the two of them, but for some reason, Kenta felt that the crimson hair he was stroking was the wrong color...

“Daddy?” A strangely echoed voice rang throughout the room with slightly different pitches in tone to distinguish between them.

Kenta blinked to see Ranma pursing her full lips in concern and staring at him worriedly with those blue...no...they should be brown, right? 

Or perhaps...he was thinking of someone else who had brown eyes.

It didn't matter, though.  Whoever they were, they must have been of an inferior breeding stock compared to the redhead hanging off of Kenta's arm.

They were...important to Kenta.

But not more important than impregnating this very willing slut.  He had been fucking her for some time now and finally it was time to properly implant her womb.

Ranma gazed up lovingly at him, extending her arms and spreading her legs invitingly.  “Please, Daddy! Knock me up! I want to have your babies!” 

Kenta licked his lips and placed the tip of his cock in between her puffy vaginal lips, rubbing up and down her moist slit.  Ranma moaned approvingly as Kenta slowly stroked his cock, stoking his lust to even greater heights as he imagined Ranma and Akane with swollen bellies.  He'd have to focus on the two of them over the other whores, but that was fine.

They were the only ones who really mattere-

'No...that's not true...' Kenta pulled back from Ranma as the image of a girl with long brown hair formed in his mind.

“Daddy! Don't you want to fuck us?!” cried out Akane, who was now also in the room and fully nude.  She clambered on top of her former fiancee, presenting the incredibly enticing sight of two tight and wet pussies desperate for his cock.

“Come back to bed, Daddy...” pleaded Ranma.

Kenta smiled at them apologetically, “I will, but I...need to find someone first.”

As he turned to leave the master bedroom and search the rest of the house, Kenta found the urban setting had changed into a sweltering, hellish landscape.  Kenta was up high atop the lip of a volcano bubbling with lava and...things...that writhed and coiled beneath the molten surface.  The skies were black, devoid of any light, save for the orange glow that came from the volcano.  

““Daaaadddy~ Why don't you come back inside?””

Kenta looked behind him and saw his house suspended in midair without any visible support and the nude forms of Ranma and Akane in the door-frame.  The two nubile girls were hugging each other and smiling coyly towards him.  Ranma extended her arm and crooked a finger towards Kenta, beckoning him towards their soft and supple embraces.

He was tempted and one part of his body certainly wanted to go back to that comfortable bed with two horny sluts eager to satisfy his every desire.

But a part of his heart still yearned for the sight of another.  A name was on his lips and the inviting looks of Ranma and Akane twisted in rage and fear.  The darkness of the skies seemed to abate a bit, almost taking on a silvery hue.  

BOOOOOOM!

The ground rumbled violently beneath Kenta's feet and he was almost sent toppling into the volcano before the magma erupted in a glorious display of primal power.  A cacophony of caws mixed with the sounds of sexually charged moans and wild screams of unearthly passion filled the air.  Seven large forms burst out from beneath the magma whose powerful wing-flaps created localized tornadoes that decimated the surrounding landscape while leaving Kenta and his house free from harm.  They had the bodies of ravens the size of an apartment building but with horrific demonic heads covered in bodily orifices oozing a sludge-like white liquid, ram horns of differing sizes and garish colors adorning their crowns and a singular crimson eye with a slit-like pupil.

All of those titanic eyes were focused entirely on Kenta.

They hovered over the magma and their mouths opened to speak in a voice composed of multitudes of different pleasing feminine voices that overlapped each other with sighs and throaty lust-filled moans.  Many voices spoke as one that filled the air and Kenta's mind:

“[Turn back...]”

They did not simply flap their wings to push back Kenta, but he could hear the underlying threat and frustration that was disguised by the seductive tone.  It was a strange combination as the sound filled Kenta with lust and the creatures' hideous form stoked fear within his heart.  When it was combined with the look over his shoulder, he once again saw Ranma and Akane, side by side and on all fours wiggling their asses at him enticingly.

They were not the ones he truly wanted though.

“Y...uka...” It was a precious name belonging to an even more precious person.

“[Turn back!]” repeated the ravens in a louder voice, though it now contained a trace of worry.

Kenta wanted to find Yuka, to hold her in his arms and soothe her worries and fears.  The faintest beams of a silvery and golden light was enough to split the darkness from above and illuminate each of the seven demonic ravens.

“[TURN BACK!]” roared the ravens in agony as they tried to escape the light that caused their bodies to molt and disintegrate wherever it touched.

Kenta paid no attention to that as he became lost in his memories of Yuka.  The daughter that he craved.  The daughter that he loved.  The daughter that loved him back.

“Yuka...Yuka...Yuka...!” Kenta repeated her name back to himself, terrified that he might forget her again.

All the while the ravens screamed and pleaded with Kenta to return as the light grew brighter and seemed to constrict their wings and form chains.  The last raven howled with rage and terror as the chains started to creep up on it and gave the loudest caw yet.

“[ENOUGH!!!]”'

Kenta woke up with his heart pounding and sweat pouring off of his brow.  

The stranger details of the...nightmare that had woken him up in the very early morning was already fading.  Kenta focused on controlling his breathing as he became more lucid and feeling grateful that he hadn't woken up the young woman softly snoring on his bare chest.  Kenta could just barely make out the peaceful visage adorning Yuka's face and he gently brushed a lock of her long brown hair back behind her ear.  Yuka smiled and mumbled something, snuggling deeper into his embrace with a content sigh.

Feeling her breasts push against him was causing Kenta's penis to slowly start growing erect and he was glad that he was already lying on his back.  Licking his lips and staring at his beautiful daughter with a heated gaze, he was heavily tempted to turn over and start fucking her.  Kenta knew Yuka wouldn't mind at all and she would happily drain his balls until his ardour had subsided.

All that it would cost would be ruining her sleep.

Kenta breathed out slowly and tried to think of cold showers as he let his angel rest.  When Yuka's body shifted as she subconsciously sought to find a more comfortable position on Kenta's chest, he knew that he was in for a long night.  

'Sweet dreams, Princess.' thought Kenta with a helpless smile.

~Unfit~

Thankfully, Ranma didn't have another wet dream. 

Though that didn't stop him from grimacing at the fact that he was currently pitching a (unnoticeable) tent in p̷r̷e̶t̵t̴y̵ pink panties.  Standing up, Ranma quickly divested himself of his shorts and slowly pulled the soft underwear down (as he didn't want to tear the delicate material) while averting his gaze from the sticky trail of liquid leaking out from the tip of his stiff penis.  Yesterday had just been a total mess and Ranma still wasn't sure what had happened after he had left the park.  The only thing that he could remember was that he had changed into his male form as soon as he got back.

Evidently he had also forgotten take off his panties before going to sleep.

'Just mornin' wood...that's all it is...' It was a familiar reminder, but one that somehow rang less true in Ranma's mind compared to previous times.

'And considerin' what the weekend was like...' Ranma sighed as he thought of just how exhausting the past two days were.

Getting blackmailed by Nabiki.

Crossdressing.

Get caught by D̵a̶d̸d̴-̵ Kenta ('He isn't here right now, so he's Kenta!').

Giving a handj-

Doing that for...Kenta.

As Ranma pulled open his underwear drawer, he finally remembered that he was sorely lacking in any male underwear.  Tossing the panties that he had apparently been sleeping in to the side, he fished around the drawer halfheartedly looking for a pair of briefs or boxers.  Ranma wasn't surprised when such articles failed to magically appear.

“Hah...I mean...it's not like I can't just douse myself and put on one of these...” reasoned Ranma, picking out a periwinkle-blue (and very inappropriately-named in his opinion) French lace boyshorts.

The material felt nice as he rubbed it idly between his thumb and index and Ranma recalled that he must have put on a pair of panties in guy form before going to the park as he remembered getting splashed on the way.  Obviously he had had more pressing things on his mind at the time than just a stupid piece of cloth and when he finally did meet up with Da Kenta...

'Yeah...I'm not exploring THAT line of thinking anymore.  I'll just put on my shorts and get some water from-'

Ker~chaak!

Ranma blanched as the door to his room slid open and a distracted-looking Nabiki poked her head in while covering a yawn with her hand.

“Yo', Ranma.  Kasumi wanted me to get your lazy butt up for break...” Nabiki finished yawning and slowly seemed to take in the sight of a half-nude male Ranma clutching a pair of lacy panties, “...fast.”

Any sign of sleepiness was banished from Nabiki's face in that seemingly infinite moment.  Ranma watched with dawning horror as it morphed into an expression of unholy glee.  

Ker~chaak!

“Well, well, well! What do we have here, hmmm~?” mused Nabiki sadistically as she stepped into Ranma's room and slid the door closed behind her.

Despite knowing that it was a stupid thing to do so, Ranma couldn't help but open up his mouth and give a reply: “...Just gettin' ready for school...”

“I can certainly see that one part of you is ready.” Ranma followed Nabiki's gaze down to his erection and he hastily covered it with his hands, inadvertently pressing the new panties over it.

“Pffft! You didn't need to cover up something that small!” cackled Nabiki making Ranma flush deeply in shame at her poisonous words, “Snrk! I bet you w-wouldn't even be able to t-tell – Heehee! – that your little dicklet was hard in those pretty panties e-either! Ahahaha!” 

“I-I w-wasn't gonna wear them!” objected Ranma while doing his best to ignore the truthful barb.

Nabiki raised an amused eyebrow and snorted in disbelief, “Is that why you were holding onto them while half-naked...” she trailed off and looked around the room and Ranma stilled when her gaze locked onto the pink panties he had discarded.  

Nabiki's eyes widened and she asked Ranma in an excited and breathy tone: “Did...Did you go to sleep as a guy wearing panties?!”

“C-Can you keep it down?!” pleaded Ranma in a strangled whisper, looking at his door and dreading someone else coming in.  

'Oh God, what if Akane comes in?!' frantically thought Ranma.

“Oh, Ranma!” exclaimed Nabiki, prowling towards him until he had backed up against his dresser with nowhere to run.  Nabiki's hands slammed onto either side of him, cutting off any escape.  Nabiki loomed over Ranma and purred, “I never thought my little prank on Saturday would have awakened such...desires within you~!”

“D-Desires?!” repeated Ranma with a shrill tone.  He felt his body heat up and shook his head weakly in denial, “I...I d-don't have anything l-like that!”

“R~eaaallly?” Nabiki drew out the word with a skeptical smile.

Ranma managed to nod in affirmation, “R-Really.  I...I was just l-looking for s-some underwear-”

“Which you picked out.” pointed out Nabiki impishly while gesturing to the boyshorts in Ranma's hands.

“I was going to change into my girl form!” protested Ranma.

“After you put on your panties, you mean?” Ranma froze when Nabiki pointed out the hole in her story.  She giggled as he tried to think of an explanation and casually rifled through his open underwear drawer, “Why, looking through your cute collection of panties, it doesn't seem like you have any of that gross guy underwear!”

“They just disappeared one day!” blurted out Ranma.  There was an o̸b̴v̷i̴o̵u̷s̸ connection somewhere there with his missing stuff, but he was panicking too much about the current situation to properly piece it together.

“Uh-huh.  Sure you didn't decide to just throw it all out?”

“No! I only threw out the last one-!” Ranma realized his mistake in admitting that even before he saw Nabiki's widen with surprise before smirking victoriously.

“Oh~? Well, don't keep me in suspense! Why did you throw out your only remaining pair?”

'Because I had a wet dream.' supplied Ranma's mind automatically.  Thankfully, Ranma's thoughts didn't immediately leave his mouth like usual.  Still he needed to come up with something before Nabiki came to her own conclusion.

Nabiki giggled and patted Ranma's head patronizingly ('...Was she always this tall?') while saying: “Now, now...Just because you like how panties feel is nothing to be embarrassed about! Don't worry, Ranma-chan, I'll keep your little secret.”

“...What's the catch?” asked Ranma cautiously.

Nabiki smiled sweetly, stepped back to finally give Ranma some breathing room and said, “First thing you need to do is tuck away your tiny dicklet in those cute panties of yours.” She glanced at the door and reminded him before he could say anything, “You might want to hurry up too.  Who knows if anyone else might decide to walk in.” 

Considering he was already debating on wearing the panties in his hand before finding some cold water, Nabiki's words only prompted him to slip on the lacy underwear that much faster.  Ranma contained the delighted shiver as he slid the panties up his legs, contenting himself in the fact that at least his boner had finally settled down.  A pair of pants filled Ranma's vision and Ranma was relieved to see that it was his usual attire rather than something more feminine, such as a skirt, like he half-expected.

“...Thanks.” he said half-gratefully and also accepted the shirt from the bemused girl.  As long as he didn't consciously focus on it, Ranma quickly found that what he was wearing didn't particularly bother him.  It was a small mercy compared to what he knew would be coming out of Nabiki's mouth very soon and she did not disappoint his expectations.

“See? Not so bad!” chuckled Nabiki who brought up her fist and slowly extended two fingers, “Now for the second thing is that when you go buy some more male underwear to replace the ones that you definitely didn't throw out...”

Nabiki said the last part sarcastically with an obnoxious smile that had Ranma huffing, “I didn't.” Ranma blinked as he recalled what she had just said and exclaimed, “Wait! How did you know I was going to-?”

Nabiki rolled her eyes and interrupted him, “Please, Ranma.  It was kind of obvious what you would try and do after getting caught.  If only to maintain the lie.” Nabiki paused, ignoring his sputter at that remark, and then asked him, “When did you throw, sorry, I mean when did you 'lose' your boy undies, anyway?”

'...Last Thursday...Agh! Has it seriously been FOUR days since then?!'

“...Uh...R-Recently?” lied Ranma with a stutter.

Ranma squawked when Nabiki pinched his nose and gently shook it back and forth while cooing with a sickly sweet smile, “D'awww! You're such a cute little pantyboy, Ranma-chan!”

Ranma didn't bat away Nabiki's hand so much as she let his hand push her own away from his nose.  Dignity tended to be the first thing to die when one got into a protracted conversation with Nabiki Tendo and the best thing anyone could do was just to weather the storm.  Understanding that fact didn't make the situation any more palatable, but it did allow Ranma to take a somewhat calming breath and get the conversation back on it's terrible track.

“...What else do you want me to do, Nabiki?”

Nabiki pouted, “Aw, you're no fun.”

“Nabiki.”

“Fine, fine! No need to get your panties in a twist~” Nabiki giggled when Ranma levelled a glare at her.  She held out her hands in a placating manner and said, “For real this time, here's what I want you to do...”

~Unfit~

Breakfast with the Tendos and his mother had been tense, with Ranma constantly worrying over whether or not they'd find out what he was wearing.  Nabiki constantly sending him teasing smiles and veiled barbs didn't help either, but considering she tended to do that normally, it went unremarked.  

Nabiki's humiliating command of going to school as a guy while wearing panties was what really had Ranma's heart pounding in fear.  

Miraculously, the cold and uncaring universe decided to cut him a break for once as soon as he, Nabiki and Akane stepped out of the compound.  A cyclist whizzed by the trio with a basket attached to the back of the seat full of water bottles.  One of those bottles just so happened to pop free of the basket, be loosely sealed and conveniently dump its contents over Ranma. 

SPLOOSH!

'Thank you, Jusenkyo!' cheered Ranma mentally, fighting to keep a grin off of her face.

That was when the cold and uncaring universe realized it just did a favour for Ranma Saotome and abruptly reversed its previous action.


SPLOOSH!

“I feel like I should be worried for Ranma that you just wasted your tea on him.” commented Akane idly.

“I'm just being a good sister-in-law, that's all!” defended Nabiki with a clearly fake smile.  “Besides, I still have some leftover tea in this thermos and I have a few extras in my bag, just in case Ranma-chan needs it.”

Ranma gulped at the threatening gleam in Nabiki's eyes.  While it was highly unlikely that she would prevail against the magic of Jusenkyo, Nabiki seemed like she would be doing her damnedest to keep Ranma in his male form for the rest of the day.

'It's just for one day...I only have to make it through one day...' Ranma used this reminder to psyche himself up and nodded firmly at Nabiki.

“Yeah...Thanks, Nabs'.”

Nabiki's eyes widened in surprise and she gave him a slightly intrigued smile, “No problem, Ranma.” She winked at him and added, “We'll just say you owe me one~!”

Akane giggled and Ranma groaned as Nabiki returned back to her base personality.  For some reason, Ranma felt that this was actually one debt that she wouldn't call upon Ranma for, even as she had to expend another thermos on him before they reached Furinkan.  While he had been worried about Akane discovering his lacy secret, Ranma's nerves eventually settled when she wasn't throwing him any suspicious glances after a while and settled into idle chatter with her.

“So...Are you going to come over to Yuka's place again, Ranma?” asked Akane.

'...Crap.'

Ranma hesitated before slowly sounding out his answer: “I, uh, wouldn't want...to...to get in the way of you and the other girls hanging out with Yuka! Yeah! That's it!”

'Ooh! That's actually pretty good! Good job, brain!'

“You seemed to enjoy some 'girl time' last weekend, though.” pointed out Akane with a smirk.

Ranma wilted and said, “Well, I mean...It was all right, I guess...”

Nabiki interposed into the conversation by slinging an arm across both Ranma's and Akane's shoulders and telling her sister in a conspiratorial tone, “Ah, don't be so harsh on him, Sis! A real man like Ranma, here-” Ranma pointedly looked away from the sisters as Nabiki contained a snicker, “-is probably more interested in hanging out with other guys!”

“That's perfect then!” cheered Akane.

“It...is?” said Ranma confusedly.  

“Yeah! You can spend some guy time with Kenta-ojisama!” explained Akane happily.  Her words felt like a large stone had just dropped into his gut.

“I...I'd rather not...” croaked Ranma.

“What? Why not?!” demanded Akane with a scowl, “He's a very nice man and the father of one of my closest friends!”

'I already see TOO much of him as it is!' Ranma was sure that Akane would be singing a different tune if she knew what Kenta was really like.  As it stood, Akane's temper seemed to be coming to the fore and a grinning Nabiki, who looked like she was enjoying the brewing argument, would be no help either.

He couldn't tell the truth and he couldn't think of any excuses in time before Akane delivered her ultimatum:

“The next time Yuka invites you over, you're saying 'Yes.'.” Akane poked him in the chest with her last word for emphasis.

“...Fine.” huffed Ranma, thinking that he could just stick with Yuka and the other girls for safety.

Akane gave him a suspicious stare before sighing and smiling, “Good!”

As Akane strode ahead with a satisfied look, Nabiki took the opportunity to sidle up close to Ranma and whisper, “By the way, our deal applies for the whole day, even if you do end up getting invited over to Yuka-chan's place today~”

“I...I didn't f-forget...” he replied in a hoarse undertone.

“There's a good little sissy.” darkly chuckled Nabiki.

Ranma shuddered at the demeaning reminder at being forced to wear panties all day as a guy...

'No...not a guy...but as a sissy...' thought Ranma morosely.  He could at least console himself with the fact that he was being forced into this by Nabiki, but the derogatory moniker still stung.

The second order Nabiki had given him, was thankfully rather mild in comparison.  Whenever he was at home, Ranma had to be wearing panties at all times.  Luckily, he could easily circumnavigate this order by just staying in his girl form.

But all of these things were distant concerns for Ranma considering that he still had to deal with the nightmare of going to school in boyshorts.

'Stupid name for friggin' panties...'

“Try not to dawdle, Ranma.  We wouldn't want to be late for school, now would we?” said Nabiki rhetorically with a wicked grin.

Refusing to rise to the taunt, Ranma sought instead to catch up to a distant Akane, followed closely by a chortling Nabiki.  It was only when Nabiki pressed a thermos into his hands and left for her own class that Ranma felt her keen absence.  Having someone who knew his lacy secret was apparently a boon as suddenly every smile or greeting sent his way by classmates had Ranma fearing that they knew he was wearing panties.

That they knew he was a sissy.

“You okay, Ranma?” asked Akane as students slowly trickled into the classroom.  She gave him a worried look, “You seem kind of...tense.”

While he did appreciate the concern, it wasn't like Ranma could actually say what was really wrong.  “It's nuthin', 'Kane.  Just...some stuff...”

“Some 'stuff'.” repeated Akane doubtfully.  She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Stuff involving my sister?”

“Uh...” Ranma winced as she hit the nail on the head.

Akane let out an exasperated huff, “That girl...What did she do this time?”

“Nuthin' she hasn't done before...” muttered Ranma. 

“Well, that's a good thing then, isn't it?” Ranma gave Akane a very confused look at that remark.  She laughed a little and explained, “If it's happened before and you got through that, then you can do the same for whatever it is now.  Right?”

Ranma blinked as he caught up with Akane's logic and mulled it over in his head.

'I mean...I've technically gone through WAY worse on the weekend and that...well it didn't turn out fine...' 

'Ranma felt D̷a̴d̷d̸y̶'̸s̷ large hand start to tenderly stroke her head in approval as she sped up her hands' movement over his huge-'

'Yeah.  Compared to THAT...then maybe just secretly wearing this underwear...'

“...might not be so bad...” continued Ranma out loud.  He gave Akane an appreciative smile, “Thanks, Akane.”

Akane returned his smile easily as they headed inside, with Ranma just a step behind her.  

'Weird...' he thought, absently rubbing his chest as he stared at Akane's back.

For some reason, seeing Akane's smile made something in his chest twinge painfully.

~Unfit~

After a tense morning in which Ranma slowly relaxed, he had found himself eating lunch together with Daisuke and Hiroshi on the roof.  It was devoid of other students today, with most having chosen to eat on the grounds or in their classrooms.  Ranma, not wanting to be around too many people, had tried slipping away to find somewhere secluded to eat, only for Daisuke and Hiroshi to call out to him for an invitation.  

“I gotta say, these past couple of days have been weird.” remarked Hiroshi, leaning back against the wall while chewing on some rice.

Daisuke's eyebrows raised as he put down the strawberry milk he had been drinking from.  “Uh? What are you talking about? Past couple of days have been super normal.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Hiroshi dramatically, pointing his chopsticks toward Daisuke.  “Furinkan has never been normal!”

“How is that a bad thing?” asked Daisuke incredulously.  

“I'm not saying that it's bad, just that it's weird!” defended Hiroshi.

Daisuke snorted, “Right.  Duly noted.  I, for one, hope that this 'weirdness' continues.  It'd be nice to experience what a normal high school life is like, for once.”

“Is that what this is?” wondered Hiroshi out loud.

Daisuke chuckled and looked over at Ranma, who was quietly listening, but otherwise not engaging in the conversation.  “What about you, Ranma? Must be nice not to deal with any of the Kunos.”

Ranma snorted, “That's an understatement.”

“While I'm definitely no fan of Tatewaki, I wouldn't mind seeing Kodachi bouncing around in that leotard again.” giggled Hiroshi perversely.

“I hear that!” Daisuke high-fived his friend as they both started talking about the unique 'charm' of Kodachi Kuno.  

'Typical.' thought Ranma with a shake of his head.  The two had never had to personally deal with Kodachi's craziness and were free to admire her body from a safe distance.  'It's not like she's that good looking, either.  I'm definitely way cuter and sexier than she could ever be.'

“-it's not like Ranma has to worry about that, don't you?” Daisuke's question snapped Ranma out of his musing as he heard his name.

“Uh, what? Wasn't paying attention.  What'd you say?” he asked.

“I said: That it's not like you, of all people, have to worry about being single!” repeated Daisuke with a slight bit of impatience and envy.

Ranma grimaced as Akane's face flashed in his mind and he gave a small shrug.  “...Yeah...I guess...”

His words must have sounded particularly hollow, because Daisuke and Hiroshi settled down and looked at him with concern.  

“You...doin' alright, man? You and Akane still fighting?” asked Hiroshi hesitantly.

“...No.” said Ranma, before scrunching up his face and amending his statement.  “Yes...?” he sighed and set his empty bento to the side, “I dunno...Things have been weird...”

Daisuke and Hiroshi both snorted at the word choice and Ranma cracked a smile of his own.  

“Wouldn't be Nerima, otherwise.” said Daisuke succinctly.

“Well, for a young, red-blooded man such as yourself.  I have the perfect solution for your woes!” declared Hiroshi, reaching into his bag and pulling out a rolled-up tube.

“Behold!” With a dramatic flourish, Hiroshi unfurled the explicit pornographic magazine cover labelled: 'Busty Beauties' with a foreign-looking naked blonde girl with big breasts squished together for a camera and widely spread legs.

Ranma felt a hot blush creep up his neck and quickly turned away as Daisuke made an appreciative whistle.  “T-This i-is your s-solution?!” demanded Ranma.

“Aw, come on, Ranma!” whined Hiroshi.  “This is a great way to admire the female form without dealing with all the complicated shit.”

Against his better judgment, Ranma snuck a peek as Hiroshi flipped to a random page showing the same girl from the cover on her knees and wrapping two dainty hands around a medium-sized, veiny cock.  He couldn't help but compare it to another, better specimen he had seen recently and the memory of a much larger and hairier uncut cock filled his mind.  He could almost smell the pungent aroma that wafted off of it and his fingers flexed unconsciously of just how hard and hot it felt to touch.  

'Ranma felt D̷a̶d̶d̴y̴'̸s̵ large hand start to tenderly stroke her head in approval as she sped up her hands' movement.  “I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl! I'm...Daddy's good girl!”' 

Ranma felt his little penis stir within his panties and thought about the creamy load that...

“Ah-hah! I knew you would be interested! What man wouldn't be in this gorgeous foreign bombshell?!” exclaimed Hiroshi triumphantly.  

The sound of Hiroshi's voice, returned Ranma to reality and sharply drew him back from the memory he had become lost in.  Daisuke and Hiroshi were both grinning and started flipping through the magazine, with Hiroshi pointing out his favourites.  Neither seemed to mind that Ranma didn't speak up after that or the sigh of relief he let out when the afternoon bell finally rang.

This day couldn't end soon enough.

~Unfit~


SPLOOSH!

Ranma spat out the hot water that had seeped into his mouth and gave Nabiki a flat look as she forcibly reverted him back to his guy form for the fourth time that day.  “Thanks.”

While the magical change had attracted some attention, it had long since become a matter of routine for the students of Furinkan High.  In addition, the presence of Nabiki Tendo had most students averting their gazes and quickly fleeing the scene.


“Oh, come ON! How did that broom closet lead me to the middle of the street?!”

HONK! HONK!

“OH SHI-!”

BAM!


It also sounded like there was a crash somewhere in the distance, which further detracted from the now mundane scene of blatant magic. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAA-!” 

All together, it conveniently served to allow for some measure of privacy between the two.

“That was nice of you, Nabiki-chan!” 

Some measure of privacy, at least.

“You know me too well, Yuka-chan!” simpered Nabiki with a happy smile.

“Nabiki Tendo being charitable to Ranma Saotome? Suspicious.” commented Asami dryly from the side.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!”

“More like scary!” squeaked Hiroko with a full-body shudder that didn't seem entirely exaggerated.  “What's next? Flying pigs?”

“Do any of you girls hear that?” said Sayuri, cupping a hand to her ear with a thoughtful frown.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!”

“Yeah.  It kind of sounds like...” began Ranma, ignoring the sudden giggle that erupted from Nabiki's lips in favour of focusing on the sound.

The source of which, became evidently clear for everyone as a battered and screaming figure flew above the courtyard.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH-!!!”

“Is that Ryoga-kun?” Akane's voice wasn't very loud and the distance between her and Ryoga was significant; yet it seemed to have immediately attracted his attention.

“AKANE?! YES! I FINALLY FOUND YOU! ARRRGGGH! PLEASE WAIT THERE!” pleaded Ryoga desperately as the imparted momentum by whatever he had been struck by continued to carry him past their group of semi-concerned (Akane, Sayuri and Yuka) and bemused (everyone else) onlookers.

“Porkchop never did get the hang of maneuvring through midair properly.  'Specially not at that speed.” analyzed Ranma.

“DAMN YOU, RANMA! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAUUUULLLLLLT!!!” Those were the idiot's parting words as he sailed beyond their view and into another section of Nerima.

'He's been showin' up a lot, recently.' thought Ranma with just a little bit of worry. 

“Some things never change...” commented Nabiki.

“Erk! Don't say that, Nabiki!” exclaimed Akane, holding her arms to herself and shivering, “I'd really prefer if the Kunos never returned!”

“Ditto.” agreed Ranma, mimicking Akane's pose and paling at the thought of just how helpless he'd be against the two siblings.  

He'd rather get caught unpowered by Ryoga than Nerima's most insane residents.  The fight was a foregone conclusion in his current state, but if either of them happened to catch Ranma in their preferred form...

'God.  Compared to them, I̷'̷d̶ ̷r̸a̶t̸h̷e̸r̴ ̵i̸t̶ ̷b̷e̶ ̸D̷a̴dd-̸'

Any further bad thoughts were cut off when he felt a small hand on his shoulder.  Ranma turned at the touch to see that it was Yuka, who was giving him a worried smile.  “You okay?”

Not wanting to appear weak, Ranma gave her a reassuring smile.  “I'm fine.”

Yuka pouted a little at Ranma's answer, but she didn't question him further and instead asked him: “Would...you like to come over to my place today?”

“Uh...” Ranma could feel the gazes of the other girls on him, especially those belonging to Akane and Nabiki.  The former was glaring and the latter was mouthing something at him that was probably blackmail-related based on the cunning gleam in her eyes.  The others were looking at him with deeply amused smiles, giggling and whispering with each other when he caught their eyes.

“Is...that a 'No'?” said Yuka sadly.

“N-No!” Ranma blanched and then hastily blurted out, “I m-mean-! Yes! Uh...Uh!That is-!”

“Ranma...!” growled Akane warningly.

“Ran~ma!” sang Nabiki, sounding far more sinister.

Much to his surprise, the impending violence (Akane) and 'subtle' threats (Nabiki) were halted when Yuka held up a hand.  Despite not even looking at the two, they immediately stopped talking and advancing towards Ranma and seemed to instead respectfully wait for Yuka to say her piece.

'How the hell did she do that?! Wonder if she could teach her secret to me if I begged...' 

“Maybe we can table this discussion for later?” suggested Yuka, who turned to look towards the girls as she said this before turning back to Ranma and whispering in his ear: “Can you meet me at the park like we did last time? I'll get the girls off of your back.”

After finished saying that, Yuka leaned back with a reassuring smile and winked at Ranma.  Feeling a little bit taken aback at the rapid turn of events, Ranma somewhat absently watched Yuka carry a short, hushed conversation with Akane and Nabiki.  Whatever Yuka was saying, it seemed to dampen both of their spirits and caused Nabiki to almost look apologetic of all things. 

The extremely unusual sight wasn't enough to get Ranma to move as he felt that the action would cause the group's attention to fall upon him again.  Fortunately, it didn't take long before they all left together with Sayuri, Hiroko and Asami.  Yuka and Sayuri waved a farewell at him that he almost forgot to return as they shuffled out beyond the gates of Furinkan, leaving Ranma alone with his thoughts in the courtyard.

'...Did it really hafta' be the park again?...'

~Unfit~

Ranma was already waiting for her by the time Yuka made it to the park.

“Yoo-hoo! Thanks for waiting!” she called out to him.

Ranma looked up from the bathrooms that he was staring at with a contemplative ('And dare I say, almost...wistful?') expression before turning to greet her with an awkward wave and smile.  

While she wished that he had gotten splashed in the interim so that he would be in his much cuter form, Yuka had to admit that she enjoyed seeing the new changes on the sissy.  In his boy form, Ranma had always been blessed with a cute face with a slight masculine tint.  But now, both Ranma's face and frame had become more slender and softer looking.  She couldn't be sure without checking, but he even seemed a little shorter compared to his previous height.  

'And if Nabiki were to be believed, his little clitty is super tiny!' thought Yuka, feeling her smile widen. 

“Hey, Yuka.  Thanks for the save back there.” he said gratefully.  

Yuka leaned back against the tree before replying: “Figured I'd save you some embarrassment.”

Ranma tensed and a cagey look appeared on his face.  “E-Embarrassment?”

Yuka made a show of looking around for eavesdroppers before she got a little closer to Ranma and whispered, “Yeah...You seemed pretty determined to stay a boy this entire day and I figured you didn't want to spend it with us girls.”

That wasn't the real reason, of course.  Honestly, Yuka had wanted to cut Ranma a bit of a break.  Nabiki had filled her and the other girls on the deal that she had foisted onto him, much to their general amusement and glee.  Yuka had thought it was a pretty good idea to have the sissy wearing panties for the whole day and a delightful revelation that he seemed to have gone to bed wearing them as a boy.  After seeing how stressed her invitation was making him, Yuka started having second thoughts.  The double whammy of leaving him with Daddy while he was wearing panties seemed a bit too much.

'For now, at least.'

“W-What?” sputtered Ranma before his eyes lit up with an idea and he nodded rapidly, “I-I m-mean, y-yeah! T-That's it!”

Yuka nodded with a smile, not calling him out on the transparent lie.  Whether or not Ranma knew what she was doing, Yuka didn't know as he breathed out a relieved sigh when she didn't press him further.  She doubted that Ranma would ever be proud of being a sissy, but Yuka hoped that the time when he accepted that he was one, would be soon. 

The mental image of Ranma being both an eager whore for Daddy and her and an obedient sissy cuckold while Daddy railed Akane in front of him was certainly an enticing one, after all.

“So does that mean you'll be up for hanging out tomorrow?” she asked with wide eyes and a plaintive tone.

Ranma carefully measured out his response, “...In my girl form...and with the rest of you...I guess...” The reason for his hesitation was sadly clear to Yuka even before Ranma said his next few words.  “Will...it just be us? Just the girls?”

Yuka smiled at the unintended and most likely unnoticed slip-up by Ranma referring to himself as 'one of the girls'.  “Well, I'd hope that at least Akane would come along.  And Sayuri too, obviously.  Mayyybe, Asami and Hiroko, too?  So, it won't just be you and me.”  

Obviously, that wasn't what Ranma had meant with his question, but Yuka was content to wait and see if he would bring it up.  Ranma's face took on a look of consternation at Yuka's 'answer' and hemmed and hawed a bit before he seemed to find the right words.

“Ah...Will your Dad be...alright with so many people over?” Ranma looked a little proud of himself at the question and rightfully so, as Yuka could freely admit that she was inwardly impressed at its subtlety.

She took a moment to consider the question and came up with an answer for him, just not a truthful one.  Yuka felt a little bad (as she usually did) for lying to Ranma like this, but she really did believe that it was in Ranma's best interest.  Seeking love and starting a family were goals that pretty much everyone had in their minds and Yuka considered herself to be so lucky that she had found it with her own father.  Sayuri, Akane, Asami, Hiroko, Kasumi-chan, Nodoka-obasan and even Nabiki-chan were all so much happier now with Daddy in their lives.    

And Ranma would be happy too, in time.  

'What are a few little white lies in the face of true happiness?'

“I don't think he'd mind too much, especially considering he'll be coming home late tomorrow.” easily lied Yuka, smiling at the evident relief appearing on Ranma's face.  “Unless you're planning to spend the night, it should be just us girls.”

“Great!” laughed Ranma, before pausing and asking curiously, “Uh...What would we be doin', anyway?”

“Homework, first of all.” answered Yuka primly.  The facade faded into a giggle when she saw Ranma wilt at that prospect, “It'll go quicker with more of us, Ranma.  Even help you out with anything you might not understand so easily.” 

“I guess...” sighed Ranma, looking up at the dense collection of branches of the tree they were under.  “Mom's been on my case for gettin' my grades up.”

“Even if you don't plan on going to college, having a high school diploma opens up a lot of doors.” pointed out Yuka seriously.

“Would I really need it when I'm gonna be runnin' a dojo...” Ranma trailed off and his face darkened considerably.  “...If I'm gonna be runnin' a dojo...” amended Ranma sadly as he looked at his hand.

Yuka took Ranma's hand in both of her own, waiting until the boy looked her in the eyes.  “When you run your dojo.  Not 'if'.  When.”

“...When.” said Ranma with a slight huff, though with a little smile.  “Thanks, Yuka.”

Yuka grinned and squeezed his hand gently before letting go.  “Anytime.”

“So, when I run a dojo-” Yuka nodded approvingly at the word choice and Ranma chuckled a little before continuing, “How does the diploma help?”

“Reputation, mainly.  I doubt most people would care if the instructor at a dojo went to a prestigious university or not, but being a high-school dropout has its own stigma.” lectured Yuka, more-or-less repeating what her Daddy had once told her a few years ago.

“It's not like I'd tell people about that, though.”

“People like to gossip.” Ranma grimaced at that point.  “I'm not saying you couldn't keep it secret, but it's kind of an unnecessary risk.  A worse reputation means having less students.”

Ranma snorted, “Considering the Tendo Dojo currently has zero students, I can't see how it'd get much worse.”

“Z...Zero...?!” dumbly repeated Yuka, not quite comprehending Ranma's answer.  She had always assumed that the Dojo's students just never went to Furinkan.  Yuka had never expected that they lacked even a single student.  “A-Akane never told me...”

“Not exactly somethin' ta' be proud of, is it?” remarked Ranma.

Yuka put her fingers to her temples and slowly rubbed them, “Wait! Wait! How have you been paying for everything then? I know Nabiki-chan only recently started helping-”

“She has? We are talking about the same Nabiki, right?” interrupted Ranma with a shocked expression.

'Ah...' Yuka hadn't meant to let that little tidbit slip, but it was relatively minor in comparison to what she could have said.

“It's...just something I heard from Akane-chan...” Yuka had heard it from Daddy actually, who had managed to convince Nabiki to start sharing her illicit gains with her family rather than hoarding it for herself.    “More to the point, how have you girls been paying the bills without any students?” 

Akane, Kasumi, Nodoka-obasan, Ranma and even Nabiki were her friends and friends helped each other out, no matter what.  Ranma shifted uncomfortably as Yuka stared intensely at him, awaiting his answer.  

“It's...we all did a buncha odd jobs.  Me, Akane's Pop...and my shitty old man...” he frowned and then tacked on: “Though I think they had something more permanent with the Neighbourhood Committee.”

“And...that was enough? You're all doing okay?” inquired Yuka worriedly.

Ranma smiled gently at her, “Yeah...We're getting by.  I think my Mom has been helpin' out too.” His expression became pensive, “Maybe a lot more than help...”

Yuka breathed out shakily.  “Good...That's good...” she shook her head sadly, “Gosh, I feel like a terrible friend now! I never even thought to ask Akane about something like this!”

'Have we been hurting their financial stability?' thought Yuka frantically, before feeling a w̵͇̰͖̉͝ͅe̸̱̞͠i̶̯̘͉̙̗̎̿͐̾͑̓̒͜͝ṟ̵̢̠̰͔̖̻̱̾͆͂̈́̾̂͋̐ď̴̨̨͖̜ calm settle over her racing thoughts, 'Then again, maybe we haven't and it'll all work out...No...! I...I need to talk to Daddy about this...'

“Whoa! Yuka!” Ranma's raised voice took Yuka out of her panic to see the boy stretching a hand towards her shoulder and hesitating a moment before lightly grasping it.  “Calm down!  I'm sure it's not that bad.  We aren't rationing our meals or about to get kicked out onto the streets or anything like that – heck, last week my Mom got me an entirely new wardrobe!”

“...Really?” asked Yuka imploringly, “Ranma...You better not just be saying this to make me feel better!”

“Yuka, I promise you, that I'm not lying.” 

Yuka searched those blue eyes of his, knowing by now just what to look for when the boy was being deceitful.  Ranma held her gaze steadily, easily bearing her scrutiny for the length of time it took for Yuka to be...slightly reassured.  It wouldn't surprise her at all for Ranma to not be fully aware of the Tendo's finances, but the boy at least believed they weren't in any dire straits.  

Yuka would make sure to confirm it later with Nodoka and Kasumi later and talk about it with her Daddy.  But for now...

“Ah...Y-Yuka?!” 

“Hug me back, dummy.” ordered Yuka with a weary chuckle as she hugged Ranma.  The silly sissy didn't really know what to do with his hands and was awkwardly keeping them away from her body.  Even with the order, it took a few seconds for him to lightly return the embrace.

“...Ya' really care for your friends...don't you, Yuka?” he said warmly.

“Obviously.” said Yuka sarcastically before sighing and giving an amused chuckle.  “This isn't how I expected our little talk to go...”

Yuka released Ranma and stepped back from the hug as the boy gave her a fond look.  “We could always go back to talking about school...” he offered kindly.

Yuka giggled, “That's sweet of you, but maybe we can shelve that for another day.”

“Sure!” answered Ranma instantly, causing Yuka to laugh.  

“How about we do something else then?” she suggested.  

“Like...?”

“Well...you mentioned your Mom got you a new wardrobe, right...?”

~Unfit~

“Ya' really don't have to go to all this trouble, Yuka...” sighed Ranma with a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“You're right.  I don't have to.  I want to!” corrected the stubbornly sweet girl with a smile.  Yuka held up a purple strapless bra for Ranma to take and said eagerly, “Now try this on!” 

At the very least, Yuka was only interested in getting bras for Ranma (who was still sorely lacking in that department) and not in getting any panties.  No doubt that if Nabiki were the one here, she would have made Ranma go into this store and make her purchases in her guy form.  She also wouldn't have gone outside of Nerima and into the neighbouring ward for the trip.  

Though it became quickly clear to Ranma that she wouldn't be leaving the mall with only her freshly purchased pack of guy underwear, with Yuka insisting that they go into a lingerie store.  Yuka wanted to get something much nicer for Ranma when she had told the other girl about her lack of bras.  Something which she considered to be much more important than the 'gross' guy underwear that Ranma had purchased.  When the subject of money had come up, Yuka said she'd be getting the bras as a present for Ranma, no matter how much Ranma tried to persuade her otherwise. 

“Alright...” gave in Ranma, accepting the bra and quickly fastening it around her breasts.  She adjusted the cups a little and looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her reflection.

“That smile on your face tells me this is a keeper~” sang Yuka.  

Ranma saw her cheeks flush a pretty red in the mirror.  “It's a nice color.” she defended.

Yuka nodded happily, “Definitely!” She waggled her eyebrows at Ranma suggestively and said, “Suuuure, I can't tempt you into getting a matching pair of panties?”

“I think I'm good on that front.  I've got a few pairs in this color back home.” Left unsaid was that one of said pairs was a thong that her Mom had somehow snuck in.

“Really? Maybe I should come over after this for a proper fashion show.” considered Yuka.

“Like you aren't getting one now?”

Yuka waved her hand dismissively.  “Bits and pieces, at best.  I wanna see everything you got!”

'I mean...it sounds like it could be kinda fun.  I didn't mind dressing up as much as I thought I would when I was with Mom, Usagi and Naru after all.' considered Ranma, frowning slightly as a potential issue occurred to her.

“...Not sure I'd really be comfortable with that with Akane there...” said Ranma as she unhooked the bra and tried on the much more appealing off-white and grey sports bra.

'Not half-bad, actually!' she thought as she bounced on the balls of her feet a little and grinning when her chest barely followed suit.

“It's not like I was expecting you to model all of your stuff for me.” chuckled Yuka.  “More of an excuse for a change in scenery when hanging out.”

“And check and see if we're all living on rations and in a run-down building?” drawled Ranma.

Yuka's cheeks pinked and she turned away from Ranma.  “...Maybe.”

Ranma giggled at the other girl's cute reaction and Yuka pouted at her playfully.  “Shush, you.  We'd be doing our homework too.”  

That dampened Ranma's amusement quick and elicited Yuka's own giggles.  Ranma sighed and gave her a smile, “I'd bet Akane would want in on the study session, though.  So if I did end up showing off some of my new outfits for you, she'd be in the same room...”

“She's seen you in dresses and the like before.” rebutted Yuka.  “I don't think she had a problem with it then, did she?”

'“I really did mean it when I said that you looked cute, you know?”' Ranma could still remember those words Akane said to her and she had sounded sincere in her praise.

“Well...No...” admitted Ranma with a blush.  “She said that...I looked cute...”

“You are cute.” stated Yuka emphatically causing Ranma to duck away as she felt her blush deepen at the frank praise.  “Ranma,” began Yuka gently, putting a hand on her arm, “I don't think Akane will think any less of you if you want to dress up in nice things.”

“It's not like I mind wearing this kind of stuff.” explained Ranma.  “It's just that...showing it off feels a little...weird.”

Yuka's mouth opened in a reply before it seemed to die unborn on her tongue.  Instead she simply stepped forward and hugged Ranma tightly and whispered an apology, “...I'm sorry, Ranma.  For pushing you, if that's what it feels like.  I just...want you to be more comfortable with your femininity.”

A small lump formed in her throat, as did a warm glow of happiness bloom in her chest as Ranma returned her friend's hug.  Ranma buried her face in the crook of Yuka's neck, inhaling the citrus-scent of her shampoo and feeling herself relax a bit more in the embrace.  There were things that Ranma could never admit to Yuka, fearing that they would change how she looked at her or that would hurt her.  But the level of concern the kind girl had for Ranma and the earnest desire to want to help Ranma out deserved something.

“I'm...not ready...” confessed Ranma quietly, feeling Yuka tighten the hug at the admission and slowly start rubbing small circles on her back.  “I do like dressing up and making myself look even better.”

Yuka gave a small snort and Ranma's lips quirked up slightly in amusement too as she continued, “I'd be okay, more than okay, really, if it was just you or Mom or even some of the other girls.”

'Even Nabiki.  Or perhaps, especially her, considering she's already had me in drag.  Most I'd have to do is put up with some teasing and photoshoots.' Ranma's bitter thought was quickly discarded when Yuka spoke up.

“...But, not Akane...Right?” said Yuka softly, pulling back slightly but still embracing Ranma, the taller girl looked at her compassionately.  “It's not just embarrassment that's stopping you...is it?”

Ranma stilled as those words washed over her, wanting to deny the hidden truth that laid within them.  It was something that she had tried not to focus on, to ignore in favour of everything else that had happened recently.  The disastrous kiss they had shared had merely been the start of it.  While the two were still speaking with each other, something seemed to have...disappeared in all her interactions with Akane lately.  
A once mutual tension between the two of them that now felt horribly one-sided to Ranma.   

Ranma could see the three of them in her mind's eye now, with Ranma being egged on by both of them to try on some clothes.  She would hem and haw a bit, putting on more reluctance than she actually felt before acquiescing.  Soon enough, Ranma's mask of disinterest would fade and she'd start enjoying herself and she'd be laughing with Yuka and Akane.  

They'd all be enjoying themselves and spending time with each other as friends.

And that's all Ranma and Akane would ever be when he looked into her eyes and confirmed that truth for herself.

Just friends.

Nothing more.

“I...I'm not ready...” she repeated hoarsely, fighting the stinging sensation in her eyes and biting her trembling lower lip.

“Shhh...It's okay...You're okay...” whispered Yuka.  Ranma didn't resist when Yuka gently pulled her down to sit on the bench in the changing room.  When she shivered a little, Yuka simply hugged her tighter, continuing to rub her back and whisper assurances as Ranma tried to get her emotions back under control.

“Just let it out, sweetheart...You'll be okay...” promised Yuka.

That proved to be the tipping point for Ranma.  A string of gentle words finally overloaded the numerous burdens that Ranma had been carrying and trying to deal with.  The Moxibustion, the betrayal she still felt by her father abandoning her, her conflicting feelings towards Akane and D̷a̶d̶d̴y̴, the fear of being discovered for so many different things...

As Ranma felt hot tears spill down her face and her shoulders started to shake, the best she was able to do was make sure her sobs were quiet.

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AN #2: I feel like I'm committing a cardinal sin by not ending this chapter on a humorous or lewd note.  But I also felt that Ranma finally breaking down in the arms of someone she thinks she can trust and not judge was a good stopping point too.  Also, Asami and Hiroko had their own scene in this chapter and thus won't be getting their own sidestory.
