Moonlight's Gift By: TeflonBooger Date: June 10th, 1998 ( TeflonBooger@hotmail.com ) Man, AGAIN!?!? Here it is, 4:05am and your asking me to do a Lemon Fan fic warning!?!? I'm not getting paid for this you know... What? Legal action? I see. Blackmail? Fine. -Ahem- WARNING!!! This is a Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fanfic and deals with many adult situation not appropriate for those under sexual (legal or otherwise) age. Granted, if you've made it this far you'll probably be ignoring this. Enjoy the story -- I'm going back to bed. Forward: This story is not relate to any others by this author. Simple enough, eh? >WARNING: Plot ahead< "Excuse me, Sir..." Illiya queried the passer by. Her sister Senna sat on the railing behind her examining a map, trying to fix their position. If Illiya's long pink hair wasn't enough to attract the strangers attention, the spandex top and high cut skirt that showed off her curves certainly did. The man stopped and oggled a bit before regaining composure. Illiya prided herself on that effect. "Do you know which way it is to Tokyo? We seem to be lost." She asked. Senna pushed the map down, revealing her own exotic features to the new comer. She shook her head, raven black braids whipping with it. "She's lost. I'm not." She pointed, then returned to the map. A side of drool formed at the strangers mouth. "Oh, don't listen to her..." Illiya smiled kawaiily. "We're both lost." She stepped closer to him, breasts only centimeters away from touching his person. "Can YOU help us?" All mental activity in his brain ceased due to the beautiful girls' proximity. At most, all he found himself able to do was look into her eyes and nod. With a bit more effort, he raised his arm, pointing down a road to the east. His face remained a deep crimson the entire time. "Oh, thankYOU!!" She jumped up and down, smiling brightly. The man found his eyes riveted to her firm breasts bouncing in their spandex package. Blood began to trickle from his nose. "Common, Senna!!" She said cheerfully and snatched a bag from the ground. "But I'm sure I can figure out where-OOF!!" Senna found the map whisked from her hands and herself being dragged down the street by an all too eager Illiya. "Ok! Ok! I'm coming!!! Hey! Let go already!!!" The stranger watched dumbfounded as the two continued, their voices fading until both were obscured rounding a corner. He scratched the bandanna at his head, wondering what had just happened. With a sigh, the traveler hoisted his hiking pack and red umbrella, setting back off in search of the Tendo Dojo. _________________________________________________ Dishes rattled as Kasumi ran the water, dutifully carrying out the regiment of chores that she had assumed since her mother's death so long ago. Overall, she was content with her life at her father's Dojo, living a simple, uncomplicated existence. And when complications did arise, the reality circuit breaker in her head tripped and the strange events that routinely plagued the household were instantly rationalized. She spared a glance out the window at Genma and her father, who were playing yet another game of Shogii. Even as she watched, Genma pointed into the sky exclaiming something. Soun looked and suddenly, another of his pieces had disappeared from the board, much to his consternation. Kasumi simply smiled and returned to her dishes. The clock hanging behind her chimed four times and she mentally noted that the rest of the Dojo's residents should be arriving home anytime now. *SLAM!!!* "I can't believe you said that in front of EVERYBODY!!!!" A female voice screamed as it entered through the front door. That would be Akane, Kasumi noted. "It's not my fault it's true!" Ranma exclaimed defensively, setting his books on the table. "I don't care, you baka-pervert!" She continued to rage, "Haven't you ever heard of TACT???" Ranma sniffed. "Oh, you're a FINE one to be talking about tact! Besides, everybody knows it alre-" *WHAAM!* The instant Dimensional Hammer Akane produced cut off his immediate retort and the argument was carried on upstairs. Kasumi sighed. Those two will make such a lovely couple. The sound of the door once again gained Kasumi's attention and the new arrival stepped into her kitchen. "Hello, Nabiki. How was your day?" Kasumi smiled, greeting her sister. Nabiki cocked an ear, listening to the yelling that filtered from upstairs. A dull crash sounded suddenly, making her cringe. "Oh, fine Sis. Those two at it again?" Like she needed any confirmation. If either Ranma or Akane had a schedule book, the time slot of 4pm would be booked solid, labeled "Fight after school". "Yes, those two are so silly!" Kasumi replied cheerfully. Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Silly wasn't quite what I was thinking..." She commented as she left the kitchen. Kasumi's thoughts turned toward making supper. ________________________________________________________ Illiya floated through the air, smiling sheepishly at her sister. "Um, well... But this is direction he SAID we should go..." Senna shook her head irritably. "Funny, I don't see Tokyo anywhere around here!!! And we've been flying for a couple hours now!" Illiya produced a large grin causing Senna to breath an exasperated sigh. She never could stay mad at her for very long. "Mind if I look at the map NOW???" Illiya nodded yes. With a snap, the map materialized from mid-air into her hands. "Hmmm... Now lets see... We've been flying east for about two hours and..." Senna's voice lapsed into mumbling as she studied the map. Illiya floated around her sister, already bored. She scanned the ground and found a few parked cars on the side of the road, their owners taking pictures of a temple. She smiled evilly and pointed her finger like a pistol, singling a car out. A smallish energy ball surged from her finger tip in a loud crack, shooting downward. *BOOOOOM!!!!* The car instantly evaporated in a ball of flames, sending the tourist scattering for their lives. Illiya laughed uncontrollably at the scene she had just created, boredom alleviated. Unfortunately, destroyed with the car was her sister's concentration. "WOULD YOU STOP THAT, YOU BUBBLEHEAD!?!??!" Senna yelled, bonking her on the head. Illiya's face instantly took on a cute pouting look. "Ok, Ok, I'm sorry..." Senna amended. The pout cleared away as fast as it appeared. "I know we're freelance now, but you shouldn't go around attracting that kind of attention!" "I was just having fun!" Illiya retorted. Her sister shook her head. Who could argue against THAT case? "Ok, fine. Look at this then." Senna handed Illiya the map. "This is where we are." She pointed out their location. "This is where Tokyo is." Senna drew her finger far north of their present location. "That WANK gave us wrong directions!!!! The only place we're close to is a town called Nerima!!!" "How long will it take to reach Tokyo now?" Illiya asked with a bit concern. "Another couple of hours, at least." Senna frowned. "But I'm hungry NOW!!!" Illiya whined, clenching her fists. "I can't wait until Tokyo!" Senna poofed the map out of existence. "Looks like we'll be spending the night in Nerima then." She decided. "Tokyo will have to wait until tomorrow." "Yay!!!" Illiya exclaimed and the two floated off into the distance. ___________________________________________________________ It was dusk now and Kasumi had finished preparing dinner for the family. The spread she had laid out done in her usual perfection, the family gathered around the table eating. Eating, was of course, a relative term for the two Saotome's who stuffed down every dish in front of them in their usual display of gluttony. "Honestly Ranma," Akane glared, already on a short fuse from earlier. "do you think you could show SOME shred of dignity at the dinner table tonight?" Ranma chugged a spring roll. "I only do this because I don't know the next time I'll have to endure your cooking. Better eat the good stuff while I can!" Ranma didn't notice his Father edging away from him. "WHAT WAS THAT!?!?" Akane bolted upright, staring at Ranma. Nabiki collected what food she could, retreating to the living room. "Do you have something to say about my cooking!?!??!" "Me???" Ranma asked innocently. "No, I don't. I think your cooking speaks for itself." Smoke began to boil from Akane's head. "IN FACT... I've held conversations with it many times! Did you know-" *CRAaaaK! WhaaaM! CrunCH! ThWaak!!!* A twelve hit combo rudely interrupted Ranma's monologue as Akane's rage erupted full force... Illyia watched the scene from the courtyard, eyes wide with disbelief as dishes, food and furniture were thrown violently at the guy, many impacting painfully. "Are you SURE this is the largest concentration of aura in this town????" Senna cringed as well, thankful that they were both invisible. The level of violence she was witnessing through the window was extreme. The guy would be lucky to escape with his life! "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is the house..." Senna turned to Illiya and found her with her eyes closed, smile on her face. She knew her sister was already feeding off the aura being emanated by the enraged female in the house. That's my sister, The walking appetite. Senna thought. Might as well grab a bite while I can as well. She tuned into Akane's aura like her sister and began to siphon too. Ten minutes later, she had her fill. Illiya, on the other hand was still feeding. Senna arched an eyebrow. "Had enough yet, kid?" Illiya shook her head. "Uh-uh! I'm going to suck her dry!" Senna shrugged. "She's all yours. I'm going inside to find out what's up with this weird house." Genma an Soun watched as Akane chased Ranma around the house beating him with a variety of items. Soun turned to Genma. "They DO make a nice couple, don't they?" Senna, behind them and invisible, couldn't believe her ears. A nice couple!?!? "They do at that, Tendo." Genma smiled. "You get to baby-sit our grandkids!" He laughed wickedly. Soun considered this. Ranma's personality plus Akane's temperament... "WHAT??!? ME!!?!? Surely you would be MUCH better for the job!" "Oh no," Genma countered. "I wouldn't DREAM of taking that privilege from you!!!" Senna left the clearly insane parents to investigate further. Ranma was putting up a valiant defense against Akane's viscous lamp attack when a quizled look broke out on her face and she stopped. Ranma peered out from behind the sofa cushion he was using as a shield. "You OK?" Akane set the lamp back on the table. "I don't feel like fighting anymore..." She said as if trying to understand it herself. Ranma put the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever..." A hard look from Akane and he snatched his hands away. "Er... About before..." "Hmmf." She replied. "Just because I don't feel like fighting doesn't mean I'm going to let you off the hook." With that, the fiancée' stomped up to her room. Senna had witnessed Akane's sudden mood swing. That would be Illiya's doing, she thought. As if summoned by name, Illiya herself phased through a wall to stand beside her sister, glowing with power. "I don't feel so good..." Illiya mumbled looking to her sister for explanation. Senna stared at her sister, who was not only glowing with power, but sensual presence as well. "Well, off hand, I'd say her aura was too much for you." She chuckled as her sister wobbled slightly. "Your still young, Ill. You simply can't pack that much power away yet." "But I've drained plenty of normal people before..." She complained. Her voiced was slurred as if mildly tipsy. "In case you haven't noticed, this family is FAR from normal..." Senna pointed out. "Man, this place is trashed." Senna wandered into the dining room, following the path of destruction to it's source. Illiya stumbled behind her. There, she was greeted by a curious sight. In the middle of the carnage and destruction stood a woman clearing away the mess. Senna would have guessed this gentle looking girl to be in her mid-twenties. She watched as the girl expertly cleared away the messes and efficiently removed stains from the carpet. "Wow...She's good at this" Senna observed. "Must have been doing it for awhile now... I'm curious..." She looked at Illiya. "I'm going to pop into her mind for a bit." "Can I come too??? Illiya jumped up and down in anticipation. "Pllleeeeaaassseee!!!???????" "Fine, just be good." Senna consented. The decision prompted an exuberant "YAY!!!" from her sister. With that, both faded from existence, materializing in Kasumi's subconscious. Around them floated visions and memories in the form of shapeless holographic images. They all varied in size, some of them taking up a large chunk of the dark sky, others the size of a human head. Senna turn around, only to find her sister already starting to poke at one. "*AHEM*" Illiya instantly froze. "LOOK but don't touch." She issued the ultimatum. The tone of her voice told Illiya there was no contesting the rule. "What are you looking for, anyway?" Illiya asked as the two strolled through Kasumi's mindscape, one image after another floating by them. "I'm not sure..." Senna mumbled as she scanned the horizon, then suddenly smiled. "But that looks like a good place to start..." She said, pointing to an odd looking hologram, incrusted with what could only be termed as coral. "Repressed memory??" Illiya guessed upon sighting it. Sometimes the kid's insight shocked her. "Yep, I'd say so." Senna agreed. "Pretty deeply repressed by the looks of it." Without another word, she phased through the coral barrier and into the memory itself, Illiya following close behind. Instantly they found themselves back in the Dojo, scene slightly esqued. Three girls and a man sat around a dinner table while a woman served them cheerfully. The man, Senna reasoned, was obviously a younger Soun Tendo, the three young girls his daughters. That would make the oldest Kasumi. Her attention turned on the woman. Mrs. Tendo? They all seemed happy as they ate together, sharing the days events... So what had happened? Senna wondered. She exerted control of the memory fragment, running it through fast forward. Through the young Kasumi's eyes, she saw her mother's trips to the local hospital, few at first, steadily increasing in frequency as time went on. Then one day, she simply didn't come home. There were images of the funeral and of mourning- the countless hours Kasumi spent in bed crying. Then came her vow to always honor mother through her actions... "Wow..." Illiya sighed as the memory played out before her. "And she's playing her mother's role all this time..." Senna was silent. Indeed, she thought. Years and years of repressing her own person and happiness in her mother's honor. "I feel sorry for her..." Illiya gaped at her sister, eyes wide. "FEEL SORRY?!?!? YOU!?!?!?!?!" Had the situation not been as sad, she might have laughed aloud. Her sister was not known to be too charitable with her feelings outside of immediate family. "Yeah," She grumbled. "Tell anyone and they'll never find your body." Illiya instantly produced a nervous smile and made a peace sign. "Lets get out of here." As the Tendo Household went about their nightly business, two succubus' sat on their roof, pondering recent events in the moonlit night. "She's really gotten to you, hasn't she?" Illiya voiced her assumption to her sister. "Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it." Senna confirmed, breathing in the cool night air. "Why?" She asked curiously. Senna stared at her nosy sister for a moment. Might as well get this over with, she thought. If there is anything Illiya was besides a walking appetite, it was persistent as well. She will bug me ALL night until I break down. "Maybe because she reminds me OF me way back when..." She reflected wistfully. This time, Illiya couldn't possibly contain her laughter. "YOU!?!? LIKE HER!?!? WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!" She rolled over, almost rolling off the roof as well. "She's a PANZY, Sis!!!" "Well, becoming a succubus tends to make a person a BIT more of an extrovert over time." She smiled at her sisters indirect compliment. "Well, if you like her so much," Illiya began. "Why not make her one of us?" "I'm not sure that's the wi-" Illiya cut her off. "Why not? I think it's a great idea! Besides, I've never seen you have feeling for a mortal like that in quiet some time!" "Hmmm.. Maybe we sh-" "And then I'LL have a sister! Ooooh! We'll have such fun!" Illiya was now bouncing around excitedly. "Then we could go an-" "ALRIGHT, ALREADY!!!" Senna interjected with force. Illiya found her smiling, much to her relief. "I think it's a good idea too, kid." "YAY!" ______________________________________________________ One by one the Tendo's and Saotome's went to bed, Kasumi usually being the last as she organized things for the next day. Finally done, she walked up to her room for a well deserved nights sleep. Kasumi slipped out of her sweater and dress and into a nice long robe. She turned to look in the mirror one last time only to be startled by two women in the reflection behind her. "Oh my!" She exclaimed in classic Kasumi and spun around to indeed find two women in her bedroom. "You must be Nabiki's friends..." She rationalized, the reality circuit breaker in her mind slamming down full force, never mind she didn't see the door open, let alone hear their entry. Illiya leaned to her sister. "See? She NEEDS our help..." Senna nodded. "We're not here to see your sister, Kasumi..." Senna stepped forward. "We're here to see you." Kasumi considered this. "Could it possibly wait until tomorrow? I'm about to go to sleep." Senna wondered what Kasumi would do in the face of a burglary at this rate. Illiya frowned. "We have something to give you!" The Pink-Haired girl exclaimed. "It can't wait." Kasumi was now curious. "Oh? What would that be?" Senna stepped up to Kasumi and put her hand on her forehead. "Your life." A thunderbolt shot through Kasumi's mind, racing through her memories and around her thoughts. Though she felt no pain, she could feel the bolt as it wound it's way through her brain, finally finding it's target. The bolt struck the coral encrusted memory block, attacking and dissolving the barriers that held it from the rest of her mind. Finally free, memories of time since past flooded back into her, bringing with it all the pain and joy she had felt as a child. Senna removed her hand and stepped back. The blank, content expression that usually inhabited Kasumi's face began to twist and contort as long suppressed emotions rose to the surface. Her eyes glistened as they filled with tears. Abruptly, Kasumi collapsed onto her bed, balling like a small child. Illiya move to assist her, but Senna's arm blocked her path. "She needs to confront this on her own." Illiya and Senna made themselves comfortable as Kasumi spent the next hour sobbing without reprieve, oblivious to the two women. Finally, her tears subsided and she looked up wearily at the strangers. "I- I don't know what I should say..." Kasumi wiped the tears from her eyes, emotions still running high. "Rest for a minute and let us do the talking." Senna smiled kindly. "This," She referred to the pink haired girl, "Is my sister Illiya and my name is Senna." Illiya bowed. "I'm sorry about the pain I might have caused you, but I HAD to do it. I simply couldn't allow the situation you were in to continue..." Senna frowned. "Situation?" Kasumi questioned and then, for the first time since her mother's death, looked on her own life with a critical eye. "Oh... I see..." A single tear rolled down her cheek. Parts of the Kasumi that once were began to reassert themselves, her old quirks, likes, dislikes, all began to move back to their old stations. And as much as she had wanted to honor the memory of her Mother, she was beginning to think that she had probably done more to dishonor it by not being her own person. All of those years... Wasted... "What am I going to do now???" She sniffled. "I thank you for giving me back these memories, but my life has been a waste!" Kasumi lapsed into tears once more. "And I can never go back to the old routine... I don't WANT to go back!" Senna joined Kasumi on the bed, wrapping her arm around her. Illiya took the other side. "Well shoot," Illiya huffed. "After ten years of nights like this, NOBODY would want to go back!" "But it's all I know how to do..." Kasumi saddened. "That brings me to the second part of my gift..." Senna told her. "Illiya and I are both Succubus'. We enjoy virtually limitless freedom no mortal could ever experience. I would like to offer the same to you..." Kasumi's frown turned to shock. "Aren't succubus... Evil???" "Oh, we're just like you mostly!" Illiya dismissed the subject. "There are bad and good ones alike. We just get a bad rap..." Kasumi appeared to take the answer at face value. "Umm... What about the Um..." "Sex?" Illiya's face brightened. Kasumi nodded timidly. "That's one of the best parts! Tell her, sis!" Senna simply smiled and nodded. Illiya seemed to relax as a dreamy smile drift across her face at the thought. "I don't know..." Kasumi answered hesitantly. "This is all so sudden..." Even though she would not admit it aloud, the idea DID sound attractive. What Kasumi didn't know was Senna was reading her body language with ease. Every movement she made said she was giving more merit to the idea than she was letting on. "Tell you what. How does a trial run sound? Say, a few days as one of us?" She had Kasumi's full attention. "If you don't like it, we can always change you back." Kasumi thought about the offer long and hard. It sound like a good deal. Far better than the one she was getting now. Part of her asked, What about the family? Her newly reawakened part replied, Heck, they're old enough. They can fend for themselves! God forbid one of them got a JOB, she thought ruefully. Finally, she decided. Why not. It's not as if I have much to loose anyway. "Ok. I'll do it. What do I need to do?" Just as long as she didn't have to do any cult sacrifice things... "All you have to do is lie back an relax. I'll be doing all the work." Senna explained as she stood up. Illiya leaped up to move out of the way. "Now I just want you to let your mind drift..." Kasumi laid back on her bed and did exactly as the Succubus advised, relaxing, trying not to think of what had just happened. Senna folded her hands together and concentrated on Kasumi, on her core... What MADE her female... An orange glow surrounded her as she channeled her power into Kasumi and began to alter her essence... It started out as a warmth all around Kasumi, like she were immersed in a Jacuzzi. The warming continued until her brain suddenly electrified and kicked into overdrive, thoughts, memories and emotions presenting themselves before her at lightning speed. The hyperactivity triggered the pleasure centers in her brain, flooding her body with hormones and stimulating it at an astonishing rate. Little time had passed before Kasumi's nipples had hardened and clit had tightened. Her mouth let out a low, pleasureful moan as experience continued, Kasumi seemingly disconnected from her own body and unable to intervene. The explosion between her legs took her by surprise, orgasm engulfing her electrified mind like fire on gunpowder. She felt as if her nipples had direct lines to her brain, the slightest breeze or movement sending maximum voltage to her through her skull. Her moaning continued as she road through trough and crest of pleasure in and endless cycle. Another wave of passion coiled through her, ripping along her nervous system and spiking the brain with lust. Through it all, she couldn't move a muscle save the ones that reacted of their own accord. The third orgasm packed the most punch, teetering Kasumi on the brink of consciousness causing her to scream between pleasure an pain. As the last died down, the electrified sections of Kasumi's mind returned to normal, one by one as if suffering a power outage. Finally, the feeling of warmth that had surrounded her all throughout the process withdrew and she once more found herself in control of her own body. Senna's glow had also died away and Kasumi bolted upright, dizziness instantly taking hold of her. Illiya could only stare. "WOW..." She mouthed silently. "Was that what MINE was like from the outside?" Senna nodded as she plopped into a chair, exhausted as well. Illiya shook her head in disbelief. Kasumi had found her feet now and began to take stock of herself. She didn't need a mirror to tell her she was different now. She could FEEL it deep inside, like a engine at high rev. The power flowing through her veins was unmistakable, as was the sensuality she felt. The mirror only confirmed the exterior changes... Glowing skin, luminescent hair... Everything that the original Kasumi had, except MORE. Every step felt like she was floating on air. And her mind seemed so clear now and the problems that had plagued her were put in a proper perspective. She felt as if there was nothing she couldn't do. Vision, touch, hearing... All augmented. Like making a switch from black and white to color television. It was only a few minutes later that she began to feel a pit in her stomach. "I'm starving!!!" She exclaimed at the sudden rush of a disgruntled appetite. "Hmmm.. Your not the only one..." Senna commented, feeling the same sucking hole for a stomach. "I guess this is a good time as any to give you a lesson in Succubus biology 101... Succubus don't gain energy through eating like humans do." She explained as Kasumi sat back on the bed. "Sure we can eat and even get SOME energy from food, but your entire physical metabolism has been altered. Our food source is pure energy, the aura produced by other living creatures. When it is raised to a high enough level, it can be siphoned from them, feeding us. If you concentrate, you can feel the aura's of all the people in this house..." She paused to let Kasumi try this on her own before continuing. "There are two ways to make a creature project a large enough aura for us to feed. The first is by provoking it into anger or hostility. We generally tend to stay away from this as it has a nasty way of backfiring. The second is to stimulate feelings of intense love and passion, better for us and the host. More fun too..." She winked, causing Kasumi to blush slightly. "Which, consequently, is why we are world renowned lovers. Our ability to siphon aura through our minds also allows us to alter their thoughts and feelings... I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions as to the usefulness of that ability. The only thing you have to watch out for when feeding is draining the host ENTIRELY of aura. This will cause neural collapse and turn them into living vegetables." A slightly evil smile crossed her face, one that sent shivers through the new borne succubus. "Unless of course, you WANT to drain them..." "Um.. Can you please refrain from draining any members of this household completely?" Kasumi asked timidly. Illiya turned white and began whistling innocently. Kasumi frowned. "She's just nervous because she tried to drain your sister, Akane." Senna chuckled. "Fortunately for her and you, she filled my sister's cup a bit to quickly and got her a sick. But you have our words. No draining of your family members." A weight was apparently lifted from Kasumi's shoulders. A ray of light shown through the window as dawn crept over the horizon. "Oh my!" Kasumi exclaimed, not realizing the entire night had been spent already. "and I don't even feel tired..." She noted. "We generally don't sleep either, unless you purposely decide to. We simply have no physical need for it." Senna stated. "I wonder what I should do today..." Kasumi wondered now that she had this new, alternative life. "I would suggest that you go about you daily routine at first and see where it leads you..." Senna smiled mischievously. Kasumi nodded. Sounds like an easy enough start, she thought. "Say," Senna asked. "Where does one get some food around here?" The word food instantly gained Illiya's undivided attention. "What kind of food?" Kasumi smiled. It had been a long time since she had purposely joked. "Hehehehe..." Senna laughed. "Both kinds, actually... Eating food we may not need, but it still tastes good." "Down town are two of Ranma's fiancée's restaurants." Kasumi grinned slyly. "I'm sure they would be more than happy to serve... Both dishes." She pictured the steady stream of male customers from both restraints under the succubus' control. "Excellent. We'll be back around noon or so to see how you're doing." Senna told her. "If you need us, just picture our faces and think our names, we'll come flying." Kasumi nodded and Senna disappeared from sight, Illiya only moments later after and enthusiastic "Goodbye". ______________________________________________________ Once more, Kasumi went through her daily routine, possibly, she thought, for the last time. Saturday produced a slightly slower pace around the household for most as the Tendo side of the family slowly trickled to breakfast. The Saotome's had already been up for a half an hour now, practicing in the court yard. The splashing sound from the Coy pond signaled an end to practice as one soaked Pig-tailed girls and one large panda seated themselves at the table. Both noticed the difference immediately. Kasumi had this undeniable glow about her as she served the family. Ranma leaned over to Akane. "You notice something..."Weird" about Kasumi?" Akane nodded, staring as well. It was as their eyes couldn't help but to be drawn to her. "Yeah... She seems more... Healthy?" Akane hazarded to guess. Nabiki leaned in with her own speculation. "Maybe she and the Doc finally hooked up." This time both Akane and Ranma simply stared at Nabiki and gawked at her bluntness. Besides, that was the most UNLIKELY event to have occurred. With Kasumi in her terminal world of bliss and Dr. Tofu turning stupid every time he saw her, all the hormones were just firing in the wrong direction! Of course, Kasumi with her augmented hearing, could overhear all of this as she fiddled in the kitchen. "Who would want to go out with the Doc anyway???" Ranma replied sarcastically. "I mean, yeah he's nice and all, but he doesn't have a back bone!" Kasumi chuckled at this. Actually, Ranma hit the nail on the head. Unfortunately, others didn't see it this way. Particularly, Akane. "That isn't very nice, Ranma! Dr. Tofu is a decent and honest man!" Ranma tried to back out of her previous comment, realizing a bit to late that she had touched a nerve. "And if you can't see that, you're even more of a Baka than I suspected!" I used to think this was a HAPPY COUPLE??? Kasumi thought from the kitchen. Akane stood up suddenly, preparing to level all her anger at Ranma when Kasumi stepped out of the kitchen. "STOP!" Akane's anger temporarily evaporated in surprise at Kasumi's forceful order. In fact, EVERYONE had stopped eating, staring at Kasumi in shock. "If you two are going to fight," She continued, "do it outside. I will NOT clean another mess up like last nights. Clear?" Everyone nodded. She stepped back into the kitchen to prepare her own breakfast. Nabiki blinked. "Go, sis!" she cheered. The moment passed, Akane's anger returned, though slightly in check. She glared at Ranma. "I'll be waiting for YOU outside!" She turned on a heel and slid the door to the courtyard open, only to find travel weary Ryoga, knuckles poised to knock on the door. "RYOGA!" Akane exclaimed and smiled. "Just the person I need to see!" She shot a glance at Ranma and pulled Ryoga inside and up the stairs before he had a clue as to what was happening. Ranma was fuming now. "Well, my appetites been thoroughly ruined. I'm going for a walk." And left Nabiki and the two parents at the table. Kasumi savored the feeling of intense aura all around her. Akane's had faded away, but Ranma-chan's was still pretty intense. She let her own mind synchronize with it and began to siphon instinctively. The marvelous feeling of raw energy coursed through her as she rode high on emotional bliss. Finally Ranma had walked out of range, her aura fading with distance much to Kasumi's dismay. Still, she had had a taste and she knew she wanted more. Looks like I'll be arranging a nap for everybody later on today... She thought mischievously. ____________________________________________________ It was 10am, Illiya and Senna had just finished with two men they had chosen to feed from. In return, the guys experienced a session in bed that would ruin their sex lives with normal women from that day forward. Not a completely unfair deal, Senna thought as she turned to address her craving for real food. They flew downtown and quickly found the two restaurants as Kasumi had described them. "So what do you feel like having, Kid? Okanomiyaki or Raman?" Illiya mulled over the decision. "I haven't had Ramen in quiet awhile... I'll get that!" "And Okanomiyaki sounds pretty good to me. See you in a bit." Senna decided and the pair split up to opposite sides of the street. Senna entered the Okanomiyaki establishment to find it mildly busy, a pretty, dark haired girl working the griddle. Conversation stopped as she entered, all eyes drawn to her luminous, sensual presence. She took a seat at the griddle and looked over the menu, acting oblivious to the stares she was receiving from both sexes. "Hello... My name is... Um..." The girl behind the counter fumbled, unable to take her eyes off Senna's deep green eyes and beautiful body. The low cut top she was wearing only made matters worse for the young girl. "Er...Ukyo. What will you be having today?" Ukyo finally forced her way past the mental block. "Don't feel too bad Ukyo, everybody does that..." Senna explained, turning Ukyo's face red in embarrassment. She had always considered herself 'strait'. "I'll have a large Special." "To go, right?" Ukyo assumed. "No. For here." Senna confirmed. Ukyo gaped. "Umm.. Are you sure? The large Special is awfully... Well, large..." "I'm pretty hungry today." Senna smiled. Ukyo grinned with her. "Girl, you're going to tell be how you keep your figure with that diet!" Across the street, Illiya was just placing her order as well, though not as modest acting as her sister about the attention she was drawing. She stretched, crossed her legs, bending over and anything else she could do that kept the crowd in utter rapture of her. Finally, a boy with large, coke-bottle rimmed glasses in a white robe walked up to her table. "Ex- e- Excuse me..." He faired no better than Ukyo in the face of her stunning beauty. "May I um... Take your.. Um... Order?" Illiya examined the waiter and came to the conclusion he was kind of cute. I might just have to take him home with me, she thought and smiled seductively at him. "Yes, I'd like a house Ramen." Then, in a voice to match her looks, "I like to ~suck~ the noodles down. ~Lick~ them. I enjoy ~tasting~ them everywhere..." One of Mousse's lenses cracked suddenly and his entire body twitched violently. Blood began to seep from his nose. Looking at his pants, there was no doubt that he was very, VERY hard. Illiya was about to continue when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She twisted around and found, much to her surprise, a short old women balanced on a long wooded cain. "I'll have to ask the young succubus NOT to seduce the help." Her voice crackled. Who WAS this uppity old bag?? "I'll seduce whomever I please." Illiya ignored the woman and turned back to the all but melted Mousse. *CraaaCK!* "OWWWW!!!" Illiya spun around, Cologne having whacked her hard on the head with the staff. Now she literally glowing mad. "That was VERY uncalled for!" "If you have a problem with that, or my rules, we can discuss them out back." Cologne threw the challenge down evenly. "All right, let's go!" Illiya fumed and stomped out the back door into the alley. Cologne followed shortly, but not before administering a similar caining to Mousse. "Get back to work, Mr. Part-time!" She joined the waiting Illiya out back, sizing the succubus up. "I do not have a personal grudge against succubus, but in MY restaurant you will obey MY rules." "I don't THINK so, wrinkle-bean." With that, Senna pointed her finger like a pistol and sent a blue energy ball streaking at the old woman. Cologne promptly whipped her cain around out in front of her and the energy ball impacted, only to be absorbed instantaneously. Illiya's grin vanished. "Uh-oh." "It will take more than that to beat 2000 years of Amazon history, girl." Cologne began to fade out from existence and Illiya found herself being rushed by shadow Cologne's from all directions, each clobbering her with a cain, yet not entirely there. Illiya shot of another energy ball, which flew clear through a shadow, missing. Another. Miss. Another. Miss. All the time getting bruised up by repeated attacks. Finally, fear took over. "SEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!!!" Even as the real Cologne jumped in for another strike, a blur erupted in front of her and the attack was instantly halted as the strangers index finger found the point of her staff, stopping it mid-air. Cologne stared face to face with the shapely woman in a tight black skirt and long black braids. "Would 3000 years as a succubus do?" "Wow!" Senna exclaimed. "You never told me you were THAT old!!!" A large drop appeared down the side of the embarrassed Senna's head. "Are you causing trouble again?" "It wasn't my fault!" Illiya tried desperately to shift the blame. "She started it!" "Your friend tried to seduce my waiter after she was warned not to." Cologne told her neutrally. "What have I told you about people who can readily identify us???" Senna now turned her full attention to scolding her sister. Illiya avoided her eyes and kicked the dirt around nervously. "You said to be careful..." "I thought so." Senna turned to Cologne. "Sorry for the trouble. Did she cause any damage?" "Quite alright." Cologne nodded. "Though I think she may have given Mousse a heart attack." Senna chuckled, then returned a disapproving look to Illiya. "Common, young lady. We're going to have a talk..." "Ow! Oo! Stop! I'm coming! OW!" Cologne smiled, Illiya complaining as Senna led her out of the ally by her ear. _________________________________________________________ Akane and Ryoga were talking pleasantly when a sudden sleepiness over came them both. Their voices slurred and vision blurred. Seconds later, they were happily sleeping in dreamland. Genma and Soun were subject to the same phenomenon, each sipping tea on the back porch when a drowsiness fell over them, letting their tea slip to the ground and falling fast asleep. Nabiki was caught only seconds later in her room as well. Kasumi looked over her work. That was pretty easy, she thought. Now the only person in the house not out like a light besides her sat in the living room, watching TV. Time to pay him a visit, Kasumi smiled. "Excuse me, Ranma?" Kasumi walked in and sat down next to him. The unusual glow around her combined with the this mornings events gained his undivided attention. "Uh, what can I do for you Kasumi?" He asked, slightly uncomfortable at how close she had chosen to sit beside him. Ranma shifted nervously. "It's about you and Akane..." Kasumi began. "I don't think it's going to work out." Ranma's eyes widened at Kasumi's uncharacteristic bluntness. "Yo- You don't?" Was all Ranma could think to ask. Kasumi nodded. "All I see you two do is fight, fight, fight..." She leaned closer to Ranma. "I think you would be both better off with other people." Ranma couldn't help but to sneak involuntary peeks at Kasumi's body as she talked. She had worn and unusually tight sweater today, her dress also noticeably shorter. Ranma never noticed how well endowed she was until today. "Umm..." His mouth ran dry. "Who would you suggest?" While Ranma wasn't the quickest gun around, he could see where this was starting to lead. Problem was, he was starting to get aroused by her new manner. "I'm glad you asked..." She replied softly and took his hand. As weird as this was getting, he found he couldn't stop her for the sole reason that she was, in fact, Kasumi, one of the kindest people alive. She led him out of the living room, up the stairs. Much to his relief, they didn't stop at her room, but Akane's instead. She slid the door open to reveal a slumbering Akane and Ryoga side by side. "I think Akane and Ryoga would be much better suited for each other." She stated. "Watch..." The indescribable glow around her intensified, and with it, Ranma's desire to see her in the nude. But that was merely a side effect as Akane and Ryoga stirred, both awakening into a dream like trance. A seductive look fell upon Akane's face and she lifted her shirt off over her head, suddenly totally uninhibited. Ryoga responded as well, his hands reaching around her and unclipping the bra that held her breasts. Ranma stood watching, wanting to either stop them or stomp out of the room, but unable to do either. Ryoga's hands fondled Akane's firm breasts, both staring into the others eyes in rapture. His fingers found her nipples and began to pinch and squeeze them, eliciting mild moans from Akane. Ranma managed to look at Kasumi, who had a satisfied smile on her face. Little did he know she had tapped into the young lovers and was siphoning energy from their aura's. "What's happening here???" Ranma asked now, slightly desperate for answers. "I have set them in a dream trance, each carrying out their fantasies of one another." Kasumi looked at Ranma with intense eyes. He had to fight to keep them from swallowing him up completely as she radiated more and more sensuality with the power increase. "With a little help from me, of course..." She smiled. He turned back to the couple just in time see Akane slip out her pants, revealing her soft, white panties. Ryoga knelt before her, letting his hands caress her body before moving down to her hips and pulling the panties down. At first, he simply ran a finger across her lips, causing her body to shutter with the experience. Then he applied more pressure, messaging between her legs, creating a more forceful moaning. When she was finally moist, he moved in with his tongue, tracing her folds before penetrating deeper inside. Akane inhaled sharply as the soft muscle found it way inside her, burning her loins in virgin heat. Her knees buckled as he alternated between a rapid flicking of his tongue and a slow, long lapping. As he continued his ministrations, she removed his shirt and tossed it aside, finally stepping away from him to make herself comfortable on the bed. There was no hesitation in Ryoga as he dropped his own pants to free his hardened member and stepped forward, spreading Akane's legs wide. Ranma's own pulse quickened as he watched the torrid scene, victim of his own voyeurism. So deep was he into watching them that he almost failed to notice Kasumi, who had stepped behind and rested her hands delicately on his shoulders. He couldn't possible deny her touch at this point as she leaned into him and whispered, "See how they make such a good couple?" Ranma could only nod yes as heat from Kasumi's touch seemed to flow into his body. "And as for your partner..." she continued, hands roaming to his chest, unbuttoning his silk shirt, "I have some ideas of my own... But for now, watch them..." As if he could possibly stop at this point anyway. Whether it was Kasumi's influence or the heat of passion, Ryoga was none to gentle as he rammed his shaft deep inside Akane, who's eyes widened suddenly then faded away as he began to pump her fiercely. Loud moaning became her second language as she felt his rod slide in and out while his hands returned to her breasts and plucked them like banjos. While this was going on, Kasumi had succeeded in robbing Ranma of his shirt and was now working on his pants while he stood and simply watched Akane twist and turn in pleasure on her bed. Akane's legs moved, wrapping themselves around the standing Ryoga's back and intensifying his thrusts. The effect accelerated her on the path to orgasm, her simple moaning became yelling as the passion built. All of Ryoga's attention was centered on his mad pumping and the enjoyment it created as he did so. Akane's own efforts also increased the pressure he was feeling to release, and at last, he couldn't hold it anymore. Akane felt the hard slap of the ejaculation and subsequent beats inside of her as she was filled with his hot cum. Akane tensed herself and the orgasm exploded between her legs, cutting off all lesser moaning in favor of a much louder one that continued for several minutes while Ryoga spent himself inside of her. Then there was silence as Akane stretched out on the bed and drifted to sleep, Ryoga withdrawing from her and simply standing there, as if waiting for "something". "Do you think we could put on as good a show as they did, Ranma?" Kasumi asked him, her warm naked body pressed up against the back of his similarly naked body which she had just stripped. Ranma was sweating at the show that had happened right in front of him, his hormones surging wildly while his hardness was exposed to the world. With uncertainty, he nodded yes again. "I think so too..." She let her hand snake down to his crotch and ran her fingers along it's length. "But first, there is an item we need to address..." She told him as she stepped from behind him, causing him to almost cum on the spot upon sight of her. She was radiating a sensual presence that would have lit the room had it any actual form. The clothing she had worn all those years had indeed hid a well endowed female body and now Kasumi flaunted it without shame, proud at having Ranma gawk at her in such a manner. She continued, "While Akane isn't the easiest person to be around, your ego is totally unacceptable. I think it's time we brought it down a notch or three." Through his lust soaked mind, Ranma thought he didn't like the sound of that. The glow around Kasumi increased once more and a bucket of water materialized above Ranma, splashing him with it's contence before fading away. The cold water sent a shock through his body as he suddenly turned into a she. Ranma-chan stared at Kasumi. "What was that for!?!?" Kasumi smiled, an evil glint in her eyes. "Ryoga, please show Ranma why I did that." Ryoga's head snapped up from it's trance and turned to look at Ran-chan, lust immistakably in his eyes. Ranma-chan looked in horror at Ryoga, then back to Kasumi. "No way. No WAY am I about to do that!" Kasumi continued to smile. The heat that had made Ranma horny to begin with surged suddenly and new sensations began make themselves known on her body. "You don't have a choice, Ranma-kun." She had been so distracted by the new feelings in her and Kasumi's own body that she didn't notice Ryoga behind her until too late. He slid his hands around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Ranma instantly tried to struggle, only to find her ENTIRE body unwilling to comply, as if she were a doll awaiting Ryoga to play with her. And Ryoga was indeed in the mood to play as he ran his hands all across Ranma-chan's firm body, one hand finding a nipple, the other finding her vagina and inserting a couple of fingers into it. Even though her mind registered instant disgust, her body felt quite the opposite as she tightened, sigh of pleasure escaping from her lips. As if to mock Ran-chan's thought, Ryoga pushed even deep inside of her, letting his thumb message the outside lips while his index and middle fingers explored her insides. The intensity caused her to loose balance, leaning back on Ryoga's muscular body for support. She felt the heat of his shaft and instinctively moved to position it between her shapely button. NO! Ran-chan thought and fought against the bodies movement. Even as these thoughts formed, Ryoga reposition his fingers to caress the fleshy knob deep within her. The act alone seemed to trigger a fountain of lust as her entire body writhed in Ryoga's embrace, sighs of pleasure turning into moans of delight. Sweat broke out all along her body as he continued the message, building her quickly toward orgasm. Thinking for Ranma was now like trying to yell above the noise of a jet engine as his entire brain registered the sparks of ecstasy. There was no way even he could deny that felt EXTREMELY good... Still, to be handled like this... And By Ryoga no less! On the edge of what Ranma was sure was going to be an orgasm, he withdrew his fingers, allowing Ranma-chan to catch her breath. The breather was a short one Ryoga turned her around and pushed her to her knees. There was only one thing at eye level now. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Ranma screamed in her mind. Anything but that! Instinct continued to drive her body as she leaned forward and took his entire cock into her mouth without reservation, deep throating it like a pro. All of Ranma's dignity was smashed in that instant as the impossible happened. Ran-chan's tongue coiled around Ryoga's shaft and he groaned, throwing his head back as she explored it's surface, scouring every inch. The detached part of her noted a salty taste that wasn't all to unpleasing if you weren't a guy normally. Her mouth didn't seem to mind and coax more cum from his head, expertly sucking and caressing his organ. Another groan and Ryoga tensed, shooting his load into Ran-chan's mouth in quick bursts. As if it were a delicacy, she made sure not a drop went to waste, sucking it all from him until there was no more. She let him go, licking her lips once he had departed her mouth. A mixture of wonder and depression were the primary elements in her mind now as they continued to the next event. Ranma-chan, still on her knees, faced away from Ryoga once more and to her own minds surprise, raised her ass high in the air, letting her pussy sway as if to beckon Ryoga's attention. Ranma had given up all hope of being able to escape this and resigned herself to whatever was to come next. What came next was fast and hard as Ryoga rammed himself into her twat, the odd angle and increased size inside her sending pain through her nether regions at first. As he continued his thrusts, the pain slowly gave way to a feeling much like when he was massaging her with his fingers, only his penis made the experience much more enjoyable. She let the pleasure surround her conscious mind, finally accepting the fact she couldn't stop the inevitable. That decision seemed to free a lock and hot lust flowed throughout her entire body as she rammed herself back on Ryoga like she had seen Akane do. Now every breath she exhaled was accompanied by a moan as Ryoga worked like a piston in and out of her, building them both to climax. Through the fire that pulsed between her legs she could feel herself tighten, and briefly wondered what it could possibly be when the fountain of ecstasy she had felt earlier was turned on full blast, moist lubricant flowing from her vagina as everything she was feeling increased a hundred fold under a new sensory onslaught. Despite her new bliss, Ryoga continued to pound into her, his previous ejaculations having lengthened his endurance with Ranma-chan. Even as the first orgasm died away another took it's place and after that, another. Ryoga finally gave in to the pressure that seized his organ and thrust deep into her, spilling yet more seed into her. Another tremor seized Ranma-chan as she felt Ryoga pulse inside of her, stimulating her through the hard, steady rhythm of his ejaculation into another orgasm. That was the last one for the either of them as a hot, sweaty Ryoga pulled out and joined Akane on the bed, falling fast asleep. Ranma-chan, on the other hand, remained awake on her knees, trying to comprehend the enormity of what had just happened. "Now tell me the truth..." Kasumi asked from a chair, radiating with the power she had consumed from Ranma's ordeal. "Did you like that?" Ranma-chan wiped some of the sweat from her brow, though her entire body was as covered as Ryoga's. She avoid eye contact with Kasumi, thoroughly embarrassed, ego severally bruised. "yes." She said in a low voice, ashamed that she could ever admit that she enjoyed such an act. Ranma-chan had no control of her body as Ryoga used her like a slut. And she enjoyed it. "I didn't QUITE hear you..." Kasumi frowned. If his ego hadn't been sufficiently rounded out to her expectations, she was going to make Ranma have sex with Ryoga again. As a guy. Ranma-chan stood up and looked at Kasumi. "Yes, I enjoyed Ryoga having sex with me." Her voice was still dull, but the reply was more direct. Kasumi clapped happily. "Excellent! Would you like more?" Ranma shot a look of mild distaste at the slumbering Ryoga. Kasumi stood up, bringing her full presence to bear on Ranma. "Don't worry, Ranma-kun, it won't be with him..." And the bucket Ranma failed to notice above him spilled it's contents, warm water splashing over her naked body. What came out of the wash was all male and very hard. Ranma's blood was raised to a boil once more as Kasumi looked over his martial arts hardened body. The heat clouded his brain as any biology concerned with sex was kicked into overdrive. "So Ranma, you never answered my question..." Kasumi breathed heavily as she caressed a nipple. There was only one answer in Ranma's hazed filled mind. He nodded yes. "I thought so..." She leaned seductively against the wall. Even as Ranma stepped forward, he found it hard to believe that this was the same Kasumi that had served them dinner and done the chores for years now. Here before him was a seductive women that could have any man, at any time. It almost made him regret not having seen her before. But there was something about her entire personality as well. She was no longer the turtle that only made men like Dr. Toffu horny. All this flashed through his mind his hands touched her soft skin, drawn to it like a magnet. He let his hands smooth over this new territory, from her hips up to her breasts, running them through her long, luscious hair. All this time Kasumi kept her gaze on him, her radiant eyes sucking his soul further into hers. Finally he leaned forward pressing his body into hers and it was as if a connection had been completed. Her arms snaked around him, pulling him into an embrace as they kissed, tongues coiling around each other in an erotic dance of their own. Ranma couldn't stop his own impulses if he wanted to, breaking from the intense kiss and letting his lips roam down her neck and finding a full breast. These were simply not the budding breasts of some highschooler like Akane's. These assets were clearly those of a woman. The wandering lips found a large nipple and latched on to it, tongue tracing it's outline. Kasumi began to breath harder now as Ranma felt it harden while his hands slipped from around her neck to the other breast. He reluctantly moved on, tongue tracing down her stomach, hands moving with it, massaging as he moved lower and lower. What had been a wonderful sense of pleasure for Kasumi skyrocketed into all-out passion when Ranma's tongue met her gates, the virgin succubus quivering as he penetrated her slowly. He applied it everywhere between her legs, causing low moans to escape from her lips. Her hands found his head and forced it deeper between his legs and Ranma complied by increasing the rhythm of his lapping. Soon, Kasumi's bush was soaked, Ranma enjoying the heady aroma it produced. But Kasumi wanted more. She pushed his head away from her and guided him down to the floor on his back, straddling him as she lowered herself onto him so slowly. The feeling that engulfed Ranma's hard penis was one of tortured pleasure as he felt Kasumi's hot moistness wrap around it. His hands moved to touch her body and pull it onto him faster, but her's intercepted and pinned them to the floor. He was at her mercy while she decided how fast or slow they were to go. Kasumi enjoyed the feeling of hardness inside of her for the first time, rocking slowly back and forth. The motion created an addicting feeling within her and she increased her pace as more and more of the erotic sensation bubbled forth. Ranma was now groaning as his own viginity slipped away in a most enjoyable manner. The heated suction and stimulation along his rod sent sparkles through it's length, the flexing inside of her only intensified it. Kasumi was no longer simply rocking on top of him, but plunging herself up and down on Ranma as the inborn reaction to lust and desire took over, her body doing everything it could to intensify the moment. Ranma found himself unable to hold back any longer. The last hours of him watching sex as a guy, experiencing it for the first time as a girl and now once more as a guy had taken it's toll and his shaft contracted violently, the onslaught of his ejaculation beginning. Kasumi was ready as well, the succubus in her naturally synchronizing to Ranma's own rhythms. Even as his organ ruptured with cum, her own vagina tightened around it and the simultaneous orgasm consumed them both. Thanks to Kasumi, Ranma found his would not stop, and he continued to pulse inside while she rode him out, their pleasure continuing indefinitely... Illiya and Senna phased through the front door and immediately sensed the massive aura that had been built up. Walking through the house, they found Genma and Soun in a coma. Illiya smiled knowingly. The two wandered upstairs and slid open Akane's bedroom door. Senna stepped in, finding Akane and Ryoga lying upon one another, asleep on her bed. In the middle of the bedroom floor laid Ranma with Kasumi collapsed on top of him, both recovering from their strenuous exercise. Senna couldn't help but to grin. "We told you you'd enjoy life as a succubus..." Kasumi raised herself from Ranma and stood up in sweaty, glistening glory. The look in her eyes was all the confirmation Senna needed. Ranma, on the other hand, found he couldn't move and was far too exhausted to stand up. Amazingly, he was still hard. She looked at the mess she had created. "Oh my..." she said with a smile. "What should I do with them now?" "Whatever you want, Kasumi." Senna stated matter-of-factly. "You seem to like that one, so keep him." She pointed at Ranma lying inertly on the ground. "As for those two..." She studied Akane and Ryoga. "HEY!!!" Illiya piped up suddenly. "That's the moron who gave us bad directions!!!" "Hmmm.. Your right..." Senna agreed as she studied the comatose lover. Kasumi couldn't help but to laugh. "You took directions from RYOGA?? Big mistake." She shook her head. "You want I should whack him, sis??" Illiya asked Senna eagerly. "No." Senna decided, looking at Kasumi. "Some good came out of his misdirection. Speaking of which, we have a job in Tokyo. Want to join us?" "Great idea!" Illiya squealed. "I'll bet she's good at damage control, with all those years around here and all!" "I would like that..." Kasumi said, then looked at Akane and Ryoga. "Should I leave them like that?" Senna nodded her head. "Sure, why not. Not only are succubus world renowned lovers, but expert match-makers as well." Kasumi smiled as she thought about it. Ryoga and Akane ARE perfect for each other and keeping Ranma as my toy would allow him to continue to stay at the Dojo... "Alright! Lets do it!" Senna took her hand and Illiya joined them. "Welcome to the family, sister." She smiled and they faded from the room together- destination, Tokyo. Ranma gained the strength to move an hour later and began to dress. As he donned his shirt, he heard a rustling behind him and turned to find the source. He starred as Ryoga and Akane had woken up in each others arms, sparing no time in getting intimately aquatinted once more without aid of a trace. Ranma shook his head and he slipped out of the room unnoticed. He would just have to wait for Kasumi's return to get his, part of him hoping she'd bring a guy back for the girl-type as well... --THE END-- Author's notes: First, thanks to Artemis & Luna for making the suggestion of writing a Kasumi centered Lemon- There are damn few good ones out there and I hope mine ranks as one of them. As for the 2 succubus... I got the idea for Illiya's name from an "X-men" comic while Senna is actually a Japanese model- Not the reason I chose the name, it was just the best I could come up with ^_^ About Kasumi's past... Granted, I had to make some assumptions given the sparse information provided about her and her mother in the series, but I think it meshed pretty well with the plot. Next up, spend a day with gang as they hit the beach for some hot summer fun in my next Lemon. Thanx for reading and until next time... Other titles by this author: Fragmentation, Parts 1-3 Moonlight's Gift (which you just read) E-Mail me! Have a question, comment, constructive criticism, or just want to chat! I'm at Teflonbooger@hotmail.com ..... 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