Ranma Fanfiction: Meeting Later

“Akane, how do you make Ranma… you know, more intimate?”

The question from the red-faced girl with pink striped hair caught the youngest Tendo completely off guard, cards she had been shuffling flicking around. That is was asked in front of Ukyo didn’t help.

It was past closing on a quiet Saturday night at Ucchan’s Okonomiyaki Restaurant in Nerima, Tokyo. Well quiet wasn’t very accurate as heavy autumn rain continued to crash down outside like it had for the past few hours. It was so thick that even Ranma and Akane chose to stay and wait for it to break rather than run for the dojo. Akari and Ryoga, who were visiting form the Unyuu farm had already accepted an offer from the Tendo’s to stay the night there, but an afternoon snack and hello to Ukyo had become dinner in a restaurant that saw only two other customers all evening.

The boys were over near the door, talking in quiet voices, while the waitress, Konatsu, a male raised as a great female ninja, finished cleaning behind the kitchen between games of cards. Ukyo had been a bit unpredictable all evening, smiling at Ranma when he teased Akane then at Konatsu when Ranma said anything of where his loyalties lay. She had brought out a bottle of Sake, normally for her older patrons, when a change in game to Old Maid had Ranma consistently joking about Akane being an old maid if not for their engagement.

Looking out the window, face pink, Akari never saw the shock on the other girl’s faces as she continued, slightly ashamed to be so forward. “He once, well, got a bit excited, and hugged me a bit hard, and I had to yell to make him let me go. It wasn’t that I, that I didn’t like it, it was just too hard. He is very strong.”

She looked out into the rain with a wistful look that turned forlorn. “I guess I scared him, because now he treats me like I’m made of china and won’t do more than lightly kiss me.”

Akane was still speechless as the girl turned to look at her with hopeful eyes. “Please, Ranma might not be as strong as my Ryoga, but he is strong so you must have had to deal with this too? How do you make sure he isn’t too… much, without chasing him away?”

Gathering cards dropped to the ground rather than answer, Akane never saw Ukyo shush Akari and give a slight wink over a dangerous smile. “Everyone, it looks like the rain isn’t stopping soon, lets head upstairs and make ourselves more comfortable so no late customers see the lights on and come in for shelter.”



Putting the two bottles of sake down on the table, Ukyo then unstacked the six cups and filled them.

A pair of thumps told her without sight that Ranma and Ryoga had dropped to the floor cross legged in her over the restaurant apartment with little ceremony, Akari and Akane taking a seat on shins beside her. Akane helped her spread the cups out, if only to make room to deal cards, but Ukyo shook her head. “No more cards.”

Her brow furrowing with the frown on her lips, Akane looked at her school friend, “So what are we going to play?”

”Akari and I thought we might play a game with more at stake.”

The girl with pink in her hair looked surprised by this, her boyfriend wondered what sort of game might include meat. Akane blushed, but it was Ranma that spoke up first. “Ah, I’m broke, Nabiki cleaned me out.”

”No surprise their sugar, but we have something more traditional in mind. Truth or dare.”

”Truth or dare?” Ryoga repeated confused, slightly nervous at the red faced smile of his girlfriend.

”You don’t have to play if you don’t want to,” Ukyo replied, purposefully misinterpreting his words, “if your scared.”

”I ain’t scared,” he all but shouted, his eyes challenging Ranma’s who stiffened in response. But it was Akari’s similar eyes on Akane’s that nearly made Ukyo laugh.

“The rules are simple, Ah’ll pick someone, like Akari, and ask if they want to tell the truth, or do a dare?”

“Truth,” Akari replied with a defiant look.

”Truth, truth,” the long haired girl mulled, “Have you ever kissed Ryoga?”

Akari nodded but Ukyo looked to the others ignoring it. “If Akari doesn’t want to answer that question, she asks for the dare instead…”

“Dare,” Akari said helpfully.

”And I dare her to kiss… Ranma’s lips.”

Many eyes went wide, Ryoga growling at Ranma who was making warding gestures at a frozen Akane.

“I’ll answer the question, I have kissed Ryoga. I liked it.”

Ranma sighed in relief, Akane smiled gently, and Ryoga blushed heavily.

”Now Akari can pick anyone but me, since I picked her.”

The girl with pink stripes in her hair smirked at Ukyo as she nodded, then eyed a nervous Akane, only to turn to a slightly less nervous Ranma beside her. “Ranma-kun, truth or dare?”

“Er, truth?”

“Ranma-kun, how many times have you kissed Akane?”

His blush lit the room, and he began to stammer, worse as Akane looked down red faced.

“On your honour Ranma.” Ukyo interrupted. “Either tell us the absolute truth or if you don’t have the guts, ask for a dare.”

The dig at his courage was transparent, even to him, but with Ryoga watching, it still worked. “Okay, yeah, once.”

Akane looked up, mainly at the disappointed tone, wondering if it was in admitting it or that it was only once. Ranma’s eyes saw behind her to Ukyo’s surprised and happy face. “Well, I was in the neko-ken, so it was only the once right, Akane?”

A growl from Ryoga told a different story, “Anim-ow!” Akari pulled her hand back from his stomach, knowing he wasn’t hurt but you had to train with tough love to break bad habits at times.

“Yeah it was only once.” Akane replied, shaking her head. “If you hadn’t done it in front of the whole school and our first kiss I might not have kicked you so hard.”

His blue eyes narrowed on hers for a time. “Ah, Truth or dare?”

“Ah, truth.”

Closing the door behind him, Konatsu, bringing in the heater smiled cheerfully. “Oh, truth or dare, I’ve always wanted to play truth or dare.”

”Sit down and plug in the heater ‘Natsu-chan, and we can all play.” Ukyo said, patting the spot beside her while taking the electric heater and turning on the dial as he plugged it in. “Come on Ran-chan, she asked for truth.”

Ranma nodded, feeling keenly aware of the audience but with a breath focused on his fiancée.

“Well, would you, that is would you want me to kiss you, some time?”

The smile tugged at her lips playfully as she looked up just enough to see his eyes through the fringe of her hair. “What would your dare be?” she asked hopefully.

Three girls held their breath, and three girls, were wrong.

“Ah, make a funny face?” At the roll of her eyes, he guessed he did it wrong, “What am I supposed to dare you?”

”I’ll tell the truth”, she said exasperated, “I would want you to kiss me, at a time like, when you could have dared me to?”

A chuckle from Ryoga turned Ranma’s surprise to embarrassment, Akane’s face whipping to the boy. “Ryoga, truth or dare?”

“Ah,” he replied in unintelligible panic, stiffening in the face of Ranma, trying again to answer, this time with a firm voice. “Truth.”

Her eyes still flashing darkly, she smirked all but evilly. “Did you ever tell Akari about you and Ukyo in the Cave of Lost Love?”

The lost boy blanched as Akari sat up suddenly, face flickering between Ryoga and Akane, then Ryoga then Ukyo, and even to Ranma for answers.

”Ah, we, I was trying to help Ukyo break, I was just trying to protect, I thought,” he stammered, white faced before both Akane and Akari, till Ukyo decided to give him a hand.

Clearing her throat, Ukyo sat up, “That was well before Ryoga ever met Akari. The cave was meant to break up couples, stupid cursed places. Ryoga and I were never a couple in it or out.”

“Ryoga sugar, would you mind daring me something, Akane didn’t like you picking on our… on Ranma, I’ll get you some revenge.”

Akane paled at the threat, only for Ryoga to protect her. He looked to Akari who nodded eagerly, perhaps a little too eagerly as he went red faced and pinched his nose at a thought. He looked back to Ranma. “Ranma, I chose you, truth or dare?”

Pulling his eyes from Akari’s frustrated face, he nodded at his rival. “Dare.”

”Ah, I dare you to, to dump the other girls, tell Akane you love her, marry her, and be faithful to her forever.”

Five sets of eyes could be heard blinking in the silence that followed, till finally Ranma spoke.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

Pain crushed on Akane’s chest, her rage boiling up as she sucked in air, her focus on the insensitive jerk who continued speaking at Ryoga.

”If I even told her I love her cause ah some dare, do you think that counts for anything?”

The snap shut of Akane’s jaw made, Ranma look back at her quizzically, seeing her pink face looking down. He glanced back to Ryoga who squirmed uncomfortably. “Ah, I dare you to make Akane happy?”

Blue eyes turned back to Akane’s, making her squirm, but straighten as he looked at her for a long moment.

“Er, next Saturday’s your birthday right?”

”Yes,” she replied slowly.

”Dinner and a movie, you and me? You can even choose the movie?”

”I thought you were broke, Ran-chan?”

The tone, while light and feminine, was far from safe to Ranma’s ears as he looked at Ukyo. “Er, yeah, I been hiding a bit from Pop’s and Nabiki for Akane’s birthday. Don’t tell em, Nabiki has always known when I held out on her before.”

Ukyo shook her head but froze as Ranma continued.

”Besides, I can’t afford the three dates I know you and Konatsu have been on.”

Both blushing, Konatsu looked down while Ukyo looked shocked that she had been found out.

”Truth or Dare, Ucchan?”

Still off guard, she stammered, “T-truth?”

”So did seeing Konatsu in the buff last month make you all hot and bothered?”

”Excuse me?” Akane demanded, wanting to know what the hell this was about.

“It, it was a mysterious ninja, he attacked me in the bathroom and then…”Konatsu turned on Ranma in a horrified voice, “It was you!”

Hand rubbing the back of his head, Ranma shrugged, “Well you said you couldn’t, so I made it an accident. I got you from the bathroom, and into Ukyo’s room… er in here. It worked didn’t it?”

The long haired chef looked from Ranma to Konatsu and back, confused and blushing, while the other three guests sat in confusion.

”But you made me see Ukyo without her b-bindings,” the ninja girl accused, blushing prettily, hands gesturing vaguely to his c-cup pepper bombs.

“Wait!” Akane demanded, “You made Konatsu see Ukyo naked to get them to…” Her voice trailed off as she ran out of what the plan might be.

”Heh, I am guessing Ucchan saw him more, and now they are a guy and a girl on dates and he’s wearing the pants on those dates. Hey Ucchan? You didn’t answer truth, or do you want a dare instead?”

Akari’s giggling robbed Ukyo of any peer anger from Ryoga or Akane, who sat confused. Slowly she eyed her fiancé. The man she was engaged to. The man who pushed another man at her. Another sweet man whom though a mess, was certainly sweeter than this one was right now. Friendship was her future with Ranma Saotome, but then again friends could be cruel.

”Fine, no it didn’t get me,” a sudden memory flushed blood to her face, “It ain’t just that I like in Konatsu –kun, sugar. Who at least can choose what gender he wants to be.”

”Oooo,” Akari intoned at the verbal jab,

With a smirk, she turned to the red faced Ryoga, who sat upset and not really why or how he could get the target without his girlfriend getting upset. Memories of Ryoga and her efforts to help him steal Akane away from Ranma, efforts the lug always blew.

“Ryoga, truth or dare?”

”er, dare?”

”Give a long, passionate kiss…”

Ryoga smiled, turning to Akari, arms reaching for her.

”To Ranma-kun.”

”Urk!”  “What!”   “Ack! Aw hell no!”

”Truth!” Ryoga demanded, not looking at his rival, not that Ukyo’s evil smirk was not much better.

”Fine then, lets hear the big secret? What did Ranma do to you that you always fight about?”

”Ack!” “Aw please no?”

The look of pain on Ryoga’s face almost tempted Ukyo to withdraw it, but the concern on Ranma’s face as he looked at Akane made her hold firm. “What’s it gonna be? Kiss Ranma, or tell us all ‘why you’ve seen hell’?”

Ryoga hung his head, then looked at Ranma.

Ranma shook his head, “Hey I ain’t the one who can tell. This is your stupidity.”

”If you hadn’t pissed Ukyo off she wouldn’t be daring this? You think it won’t be bad for you if…”

With a glare at the smirking Ukyo who was sipping from her sake cup, Ranma nodded.

”Go get cold water then,” Ryoga insisted, this making Ranma’s brow crease as she tried to think which gender would be worse, which set off all three girls into a fit of giggles, changing the mood of the room.

”Oh no,” Ukyo stated, pouring more into all the cups. “I said Ranma-kun. Get those tongues at it boys.”

Being laughed at by the girls while told to do this unnatural act made both young men grimace, simultaneously reaching for sake cups and downing it them one gulp each. “How long is long?” Ranma asked, looking more to Akari and Akane for a merciful answer.

”Twenty seconds!” Konatsu cried, pulling a stopwatch from his feminine kimono.

Both boys glared at him, turning towards each other. Knees turning towards each other, sizing each other up like for a fight.

”At least you have experience at kissing guys,” Ryoga accused, stress of being forced into this, lashing out.

”He kissed me and I knocked him out because of it,” Ranma’s blue eyes looked to Ukyo. “Hey does that count, if I knock him out and kiss him? No wait, he’d have to knock me out…”

”Just get on with it Ranma. It’d be over by now if you just did it,” Akane said with a red face, slapping him on the butt.

Lips as thin as paper, squeezed together like trying to hide the mouth, two men eyed each other up.

”On three.” Ryoga stated.

”One.”

Ranma mumbled a curse and grabbed his rival’s head and brought them together. Brown eyes wide, Ryoga growled and grabbed his rival’s hand off his head, his other hand grabbing Ranma’s head.

”Oh Kami, they’re fighting for the lead in kissing each other!” Akari said in an awed voice, Ukyo falling backwards with laughter.

”Ten seconds!” Konatsu cried out, holding forth the stopwatch.

”Seven!” Akane sat up and read off.

”Six!” Konatsu and Akari joining in.

”Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

Even as the count down crew cheered, the pair of young men threw each other apart, Ranma spitting and wiping his mouth on his sleave.

His rival had a better solution. “Akari, I dare you to make me forget that ever hap…”

The question didn’t even end before he had drawn his girlfriend close and kissed her full on the lips, but her reaction of throwing her arms around his neck made the others believe she agreed with this dare.

Seeing this, Ranma turned to Akane who looked surprised but her arms were already coming up when Ukyo’s cup bounced of his chest, his hand catching it easily. “Ryoga dared for that, you want the same off your fiancé, you wait your turn!” Ukyo said, leaning up from the floor, her face red.



Ryoga may have been tempted to kiss Akari till dawn, and his girlfriend looked like she’d let him, but Konatsu, watching like he was studying for a test, murmured, “Is Akari-san turning blue?”

Ryoga pulled back, foreheads resting on each other as they gasped for breath. Ryoga’s face was red but he didn’t dare bleed on Akari, his arms holding the panting girl against his chest, desperately not thinking about any parts of her.

The sound of Ranma gargling sake made Akari giggle and return to the moment turning to look at Akane, then Ukyo.

”Konatsu-chan, truth or dare?”

Almost gleefully bouncing on his shins, the feminine boy nodded. “Oh truth!”

“So how far have you gotten with Ukyo on these dates?”

Ukyo smirked, seeming amused but Konatsu flushed, “Ah, that is, a lady never… a kunoichi never tells.”

”So you want the dare instead?”

His enthusiasm was less as he nodded.

“Open your kimono and let us see that manly chest that has Ukyo so excited?”

”Eek!” “Akari!”

Ukyo frowned at having the more masculine reaction to the dare, Konatsu’s hands against his face.

”We kissed. Unlike my previous fiancé, Konatsu is a perfect gentleman. I’ve gotten to second base but he hasn’t.”

Everyone mulled on that for a second before Akane turned on her fiancé. “And just when were you not a gentleman with Ukyo?”

”Huh, no idea, I’m always a gentleman.”

”This coming from the man who one the second day of our engagement showed my chest to Ryoga.”

Akari looked suddenly at her boyfriend who was holding his nose, shaking his head. “She was wearing bindings.”

A ‘humf’ from all three girls ended discussion, and Konatsu decided to move on. “So it’s my go right? I can ask Akane-chan truth or dare?”

Akane sat up, nodding. “Dare.”

Blinking once like a fish, Akane had the distinct impression feminine boy had forgotten what he planned to dare. She jumped when he suddenly recalled his idea with an ‘OH!’

”Take Ranma-kun into the closet, for seven minutes. The Americans call it seven minutes in heaven.”

Ukyo laughed as Akane looked up quizzically, but Ranma spoke. “You watch too much TV.”

Ignoring her fiancé, Akane looked at Konatsu. “I just have to be in the closet for seven minutes with Ranma.”

A snort from Ukyo broke it up. “Please, Akane, with a virgin like him, that is three minutes you’ll have to spare.”

A chuckle from Ryoga earned a glare from Ranma, but Akari spoke up. “Akane-chan, if you dare one of us to do something the rest can go on with the game while you’re in there.”

Nodding even as she stood up, Akane looked around the group, her focus not on Ranma and confined spaces lest her blush emerge, wondering who was safe to dare here. So far Ukyo seemed bent on getting Ranma, and even Ryoga had gone with kissing. Konatsu was safe but she couldn’t dare him since he dared her. And Ranma was out as he was going in the closet with her and would probably pick on Ukyo anyway.

Setting sight on Akari, Akane asked the question. “Truth or Dare?”

”Dare.”

Mind whirling to safe older subjects from truth or dare in slumber parties, Akane tried to recall something appropriate and fun. “Oh, swap your outer clothes with…”

Her first choice was Ryoga, but he wasn’t a small boy, and he wasn’t going to fit in that knee length skirt she wore. She glanced at Ukyo.

”With Ukyo.”



”Kami, she is such a prude,” Ukyo said, yanking her blue chefs jacket off and hung it on the hook behind the door as she worked on her blouse. Her head tilted as she imitated Akane’s voice, “’Swap your outer clothes with Ukyo’, geez, at least if she had picked Ryoga it would be funny. This is just tragic.”

”Or had us swap underwear.” Akari offered in helpful agreement as she folded her skirt and put it on the sink bench.

”Er, yeah,” Ukyo said with a less enthused voice. Putting her blouse beside Akari’s, she worked the button on her pants, the tight slacks not very boyish, but she had gotten extra attention from some customers for them. And Konatsu certainly noticed even if idiots like Ranma didn’t.

Akari shivered slightly in the cool tiled room, devoid of the heat of the main apartment, standing in her underwear and pantyhose. Her eyebrows rose as the longhaired girl peeled down her tight pants, pink cheeks bare in the cold with her choice of underwear.

“Ukyo-chan, ah, aren’t they a little… Ryoga-chan told me of your chest bindings but with a g-string?”

”Huh, oh yeah. A little feminine, but, well, when I was in a boy’s school, I used to wear a jockstrap, and these are, just a kind of more comfortable version.”

“You were in a boys school?”

”Heh, yeah, looong story.” She turned, looking at them in the mirror.

“Oh, ah, do you want my pantyhose, are they outerwear for this? My skirt doesn’t cover below the knee and it isn’t really hot in there.”

“Oh we’re gonna change that sugar. You want Ryoga to be a little more amorous right?”

”Yes…”

Picking up Akari’s hands, Ukyo looked down into her eyes. “Too easy then. Ranma love Akane, but we gotta stop Akane being such a prude.”

Akari thought she saw something behind Ukyo’s wet eyes, like anger, but more determined.

“Pervert this, pervert that. But if Ranma is choosing her, she ain’t gonna hold out on him or worse, lose him to those hussies.”

”Hussies?”

”Never mind them, all we need to do is get her and him close. And the closer he is to her, the more Ryoga is gonna want to compete and show him up, and in all that Konatsu might get a clue. Win win win. Got it?”

”So we keep with the truth or dares?”

”You got it, we just got a slowly build her up to givin him the green light without her ‘prude’ing out.”

Straightening her shoulders, Akari nodded. Then looked down at her choice in underwear.

”Ah, Do you have anything, fancier I can borrow?”

Ukyo frowned for a moment, mind sorting through her limited collection, recalling the packet, hidden in the laundry cupboard. Settling her own emotions. “Yeah, I had a little something for Ranma, but not anymore. Let me grab it, oh and a camera.”



The sound of each others breathing was almost echoing in the tight confines of Ukyo’s meagre closet, two teens trying to hold apart from each other in the darkness, knees forced to touch by the cramped space but one pressing back into clothes while the other against the side wall. Each wondering if the other was going to cross the space, and if they were why they were waiting.

“Hey Akane, can I ask a favour?”

”Ug, you smell like a drunk, what?”

“Oh, sorry, I just gargled that sake.”

”Oh here,” she whispered, after a few moments rummaging her hands brushing his chest till he grabbed them taking the gum stick.

The sounds of chewing marked the passage of time as they waited, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, the feeble glow around the door of the closet outlining the other occupant, the black on near black silhouette. The scent of mint made Akane wonder if Ranma’s lips would taste of it, thankful for the dark hiding the sudden blush.

”What favour did you want to ask?”

”Huh, oh that. This game, ah, I wanna use it to get Ukyo and Konatsu closer together.”

”Yeah, I think after that kiss dare she is over you?”

”Yeah, thanks for helping out there.”

”Oh get over yourself, jerk. It was funny and harmless. Or did you get boy germs?”

Minty breath passed over her face much closer. “I’m the jerk? I had the guts to at least honour it. Could you?”

”Please, I recall it was me ready to kiss when you wussed out in the dojo after Mikado got passed your defences?”

Ranma held his tongue, and for a moment, Akane thought he might prove her wrong physically. Time dragged on.

”Ranma, how do you feel about being in here?”

”Ah, how do you feel?”

”Jerk, I asked you first.”

“So, you tell me and I’ll tell you.”

“You first.”

”You first.”

Lips touched in the dark.

His fingers gently brushed her cheek as lips touched again and again, her hands finding they way around his neck, one over and one under the pigtail as he pushed against her gently.

Lips finally broke, both sighing in the darkness, only to laugh lightly at the coincidence, his lips seeking hers again, catching the side of her nose, then correcting down to her chin as she tried to correct to him. Her hands gripped his pigtail, a grunt of pain muffled by her lips finding their target in the dark.

His skin was warm and new and salty, his hands strong and electric, part of her just wanted to lean onto him while another part pushed at him, thrilled as he pushed back.

She was soft and hot and her hair smelled like, something fruity and sweet, his breathing hard like he’d been fighting, the girl in his arms an opponent he had never known the likes of, a fight he didn’t want to win lest it stop.

Her sigh as he licked at her ear blew over the wet chin where her kisses trailed, her hand venturing over the back of his shoulders with erratic strokes, his own hand somehow finding its way under her jumper into the hot skin of the small of her back, her body arching as she crushed her lips to his.

Again his lips trailed up her jaw to her ear, if only so she’d let him breath, but the intoxicating little moans she gave made it all the more sweeter. Her tongue running up his throat and neck made him shiver, his mouth twisting into a smirk in the darkness, before his teeth nibbled at her earlobe.

She bit him.

Sinking her teeth into his neck, Akane sucked at the skin, trying to do something she had heard others did, her hands holding his head still as she worked at his neck. She had hoped that Ranma would like it, part of her wondering if she would, but as his strong hand pulled her bodily against his firm form, her legs buckled, submissive all but for her lips, still suckling at his skin.

Ranma winced as her fiancée locked herself onto his neck, his blood pounding in his ears as she gave him pain and pleasure, the bite fading into sharp sucking, lighting up his nerves, his face burying against her hair, his body pulling her against him. Her failing legs threatened to topple them, his hand reacting to brace against the roof of the closet, but the more she sucked, the more he pulled her against him, and the more she sucked.


 * crack*

The startling sound of Ranma’s hand breaking through the plywood roof of the closet broke the pair apart, both breathing heavily, eyes on each other in the weak shaft of light from above.

The door yanked open, a flash of light blinded the pair whose eyes had been minutes in adjusting to the dark, but the disappointed moans of two girls who had hopped for something more compromising for the photo, suggested the pair within, mussed and dishevelled as they were, had not been caught in that bad a position.



“You broke my closet, sugar?”

The heirs to the Anything Goes Martial arts simply blushed getting out of the structure, Akane trying to hide her face behind Ranma as she chewed the gum rather than speak. He on the other hand rubbed at his neck, as much to hide any evidence as the odd itchy pain of the mark.

Something in Ranma’s smirk gave Ryoga an alternative theory, ”More like Akane was trying to break out and get away from that letch,” he growled.

Akari glared at him once and shook her head. “That wasn’t the case, Ryo-chan. Unless you think Ranma-kun can bite his own neck?”

Ukyo snatched Ranma’s arm, yanking his hand from his neck before laughing at the mark, and winking at Akane, “It’s always the quiet ones.”

”Yeah, Akane, quiet. And don’t forget she’s a great cook,” Ranma, smirked before getting an elbow to the gut, and falling to a seated position again.

Ryoga would have jumped to Akane’s defence too, had he not suddenly realised how tight Akari’s pants were as his girlfriend sat beside him, Ukyo’s T-shirt on her not as tight but his eyes tracing underwear lines, blood pressure rising.

Kneeling again, Akane looked at the girls, noting Ukyo in Akari’s blouse and skirt, though the chef seemed to have hiked the dress up some, and neglected the top buttons of the blouse. It wasn’t till the long haired girl bent to pour more sake for everyone that she saw bare skin of her sternum, the two points raised in the material were not a pointed bra, nor was there strapping.

Now wearing Ukyo’s pants and shirt, Akari was at least fully covered from what Akane had hopped was a tame dare. “Shouldn’t Akari be wearing your jacket?”

With an awkward shake of the head, Ukyo frowned. “Sorry, but that’s an Okonomiyaki chefs jacket,” she said simply, letting it lie.

”Akari, before your boyfriend drools on you anymore, its your turn, right?”

Nodding and giving a dark smile, she looked at her targets. “Akane just dared us, so I guess Ranma, it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

His blue eyes looked to Akane with a smirk, then at Ryoga with a frown. “Truth?”

”Do you masturbate over…”

”Dare!”

Being cut off just made Akari smirk, her boyfriend looking horrified that she knew that word. She sipped from her cup and smiled sweetly, “Pull Akane into your lap and hold her for the rest of the night?”

Akane tried to look to Ranma’s face but found herself already being lifted by his strong hands around her hips. Blushing, she didn’t resist as he settled her into his cross legs, her own extended ahead.

”Comfy?” Akari asked with a smile.

”She could always turn around?” Ukyo suggested with a grin, making Akane blush and elbow weakly at the boy behind her.

Ranma grinned but didn’t antagonised things, trying to control his own red face. “Konatsu, you’re up again. Truth or Dare?”

”Oh my, truth? No wait, dare?”

“Kiss Ucchan, passionately.”

Beet red, Konatsu shook his head fiercely. “No, I can’t.”

Ukyo rolled his eyes as Ranma shook his head.

”Truth then?”

“Please?” he asked nodding happily.

Ranma frowned, then whispered to Akane, “If I ask something perverted, will you not hit me?”

Closing her eyes, Akane sighed, and nodded.

”Okay Konatsu, describe, in as much detail as you can imagine, Ukyo naked?”

”Eek!”

The sound from the male kunoichi was no surprise, but the glare from Ukyo was something he expected from Akane. With a horrified look at his boss, Konatsu seemed torn for a long moment.

Finally he hung his head, letting his long feminine hair hide it from view. ”Ah, Ukyo-sama, if you don’t mind, could we, k-kiss, again.”

Patting his knee, Ukyo smiled at the kunoichi as he glanced up through his brown bangs. ”Honey, less talking about it, and show these little boys how a real man kisses.”

Ryoga and Ranma reddened, both straightening up, Akari clapping lightly even as Akane’s hand touched Ranma’s knee lightly. All watched the darked haired feminine boy knelt beside the longhaired young woman, shyly moving to gently face her. With a deep breath, he moved in, eyes on her’s, hands cupping the side of his face, gently brushing her hair back behind an ear as he tilted her face up, bodies leaning together.

Akane’s hand closed more firmly on Ranma’s knee as the engaged couple watched their friends brush lips, lightly at first, before more firmly, the noise of a sigh and moan accompanying the heavier motion as the two teens pulled tighter on each other, Ukyo’s arms pulling Konatsu closer, chests together.

With a barely audible snap the lips parted, foreheads resting on each other as they gasped for breath they had forgotten they needed. A clapping of hands from Akari broke them apart, the pink haired girl cheering lightly for them as they blushed, Akane pulling her hand back to clap as well, Ranma clapping one hand on his knee.

A flustered Konatsu looked around the others, ready to move the attention off Ukyo and himself. “Ah, Ryoga-kun, truth or dare?”

Sitting up at attention from watching Ukyo’s rumpled blouse, Ryoga said a confident “Truth.”

“Um, Who was your first love before Akari?”

Akari and Ranma frowned as Ryoga looked immediately at Akane, who had suddenly tuned out to a memory of her former Doctor. Ukyo’s giggles blew out to full blown laughter when Ryoga, his mouth opening and closing and closing like a fish, croaked out, “Dare?”

Ignoring the reactions around him, Konatsu frowned, trying to think of a fitting dare. Stifling her red-faced laughter, Ukyo used the table to stay upright. “Akari did try to dare you out of your shirt, honey?”

A sharp nod from Konatsu was all it took for a suddenly aware Akane to gulp down her sake, then filling another for herself and Ranma without leaving his lap as Konatsu made his dare. “Take off your outer clothes Ryoga-kun, or tell the truth?”

Ranma took his cup as both drank it down, Ukyo clapping for the dare. The man himself, flushed bright red and leaned towards his frowning girlfriend.

Ryoga’s whispers went unheard, Akari’s however carried as she looked at him confused, “Commando?”

Sake hitting the back of Akane’s hair robbed her of confusion and interest in the term, Ukyo however had studied in a boys school, slumped to her back, still laughing at it all.

More whispers passed and Akari blushed and nodded, “Ah, perhaps just the shirt, Ryo-chan lost his underwear today?”

”How?” Akane asked incredulously.

”Just the shirt then,” Konatsu agreed, still wondering what foreign military unit Ryoga was with that required no underwear, “Or he could tell the truth?”

Sweating enough to glow slightly in the heat of the room and focus of so many women, Ryoga was already halfway out of his shirt before Konatsu finished asking.

Hips shifting, as he brought his arms back down, Ukyo’s laughter had stopped as the bare skin of the young man she had seen quiet a few times without a shirt around Nerima, swallowing gently as a gag dare for Akari became something much more… intimate, than she expected. Akane found Ranma towelling her hair of his sake with one of Ukyo’s pillows, quickly focusing around the side to break line of sight to the muscled young man. Akane blushed and leant out, not to look but to turn up the heater, hot and cold flicking through her with the mentally saved images. Leaning back she was tempted to reach and turn it hotter seeing the points under Ukyo’s shirt were even more noticeable, and was slightly scared to look down at her own shirt as her fiancé’s body felt warmer and harder than she had previously noticed. Ranma’s head hooked over her shoulder, blocking her from turning to face the fanged boy beside them.

On the other hand, Akari was reaching in a hand to brush an eight-pack stomach.

”Look at that definition,” she gushed. Akari’s words left her man stuck for a moment, her fingers brushing up his pecs. Again she stroked his stomach as her other hand squeezed at his bicep, not covering much of his arm.

“He’s so toned. So strong!” she continued, glancing to Ukyo, Akane, and Konatsu for agreement, the first nodding, the second trying to look around her fiancé but being stopped, and the last looking anywhere but.

Frowning at Akane, Ranma turned to the boy in question. “Get him some pretty decorations and a sumo belt, and you can take him to the next tournament. Hibiki and Katsunishiki, side by side,” he quipped, taking a dig at Ryoga for his girlfriend showing him off like one of her champion pet sumo pigs.

Ryoga growled at the insult, Akari’s hand pushing his shoulder back as he tried to raise and fight, his eyes uncertainly darting to her beaming face as her unfocused eyes saw the image, before the fanged boy recalled another way of getting revenge.

”Truth or dare, Ranma?”

With a shrug, Ranma matched his glare with a stare of his own.

”How many times did you cheat on Akane with your other girls?”

Ignoring the suddenly stiff fiancée in his lap, Ranma shook his head, “You really are an idiot. You think that Shampoo or Kodachi or anyone else would have kept it secret if I had? They’d be rubbing it in Akane’s face every chance they got.”

Blue eyes glared back at Ryoga, “How many times have you shared a girls bed?” he asked with the smug voice of someone who already knew the answer.

Three girls and a feminine boy all looked at Ranma in surprise, then at Ryoga.

In the silence of the room, a tiny part of Ranma’s mind, immediately wondered how much sake he had consumed. ”Ah, don’t answer that, I can’t ask you a question cause you just did me. Um Ukyo, truth or dare?” “Truth,” she said back before looking at Ryoga again, “It’s faster so I can ask Ryoga.”

Two young men looked scared. “Ah, right, fast. Ah, tell us, in full detail, any fantasies you have about the genius kunoichi’s sexual prowess?”

A dead stare went at the former fiancé, but when Ukyo glanced at Konatsu she flushed red, “That would take too long, what’s the dare?”

”Well Konatsu came from that, sexy teashop? Let him give you a back rub?”

Ukyo gave a quirky smirk, and probably would have turned red, had she not been red faced from drink and laughter already. “Sure,” she offered, turning to her boyfriend but finding him already behind her. Even Ranma was impressed with how fast the ninja had lit two incense sticks and was sitting behind the long haired chef, oiling his hands and raising the back of Ukyo’s blouse.

”Pretty fast there, sugar?” Ukyo said quietly, before closing her eyes and arching her back against the sensation of strong lithe fingers on her back and the faint scent of lilac.

”Ukyo-sama, ah, did you want to answer truth instead?” he asked in an embarrassed hush, his hands stopping immediately.

”Stop and I will break your fingers.”

”Yes, Ukyo-sama.”

Akari looked rather envious, but when she glanced at her boyfriend, her eyes were still a little angry. Akane’s eyes were all angry as Ukyo leaned forward with the motions, her face beside Ranma knowing she was seeing what he was looking at. Ranma actually was trying not to look passed Ukyo at Konatsu and his actions, looking at technique. Said kunoichi sat froze.

”Ukyo-sama, ah, you seem to have forgotten your bindings?”

”We all know that,” Akane growled.

”Just keep going sugar, I got something to distract Akane-chan right here. Truth or Dare?”

A loud relieved sigh from Ryoga drew attention to the shirtless young man, Ukyo frowning. “Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to ask you. One of us will ask you know?” she stated as she reached for a nearby plastic bag her camera was sitting on.

Akane was about to ask for dare but when Ukyo reached for a plastic bag, she grew more nervous. “Truth?”

”Are you sure?” Ukyo asked, the last word stretching as Konatsu dragged his fingers down her back. “You’re fiancée was interested in my fantasies? Are you sure the future bride of a guy who turns into a girl wants to answer a question truthfully?”

Red faced, Akane shook her head, squirming in her seat, distracting said fiancé. “Fine, dare then?”

”Being as how you nearly got married, I was wondering if you’d show us all how you put one of these on?”

Ukyo tossed her a small square packet with a circular ridge indentation, waited for Akane to reach as red as her name, then threw her a prop to put it on.

Akane caught, then dropped the prop, but Akari spoke up looking at the harness like item, “Ukyo-chan, is that a strap on… thingy?”

”Yeah, I… Konatsu, I didn’t say you could stop. Yeah, I used it when I was at the boy’s school. Loosen the dildo and it hangs down. A bulge like that and fifteen year old boys do not want to look too close in the change room. Anyway, Akane, just open it up and roll it down, I assume your smart enough to work it out?”

A death glare from Akane was her answer as she fumbled the packet, then went to bite it open. A flash of insight and she wasn’t bringing it that close to her mouth, both hands being used, and finally she managed to rip it open, the condom falling like a ring to the tatami. Focused anger, Akane moved forward off Ranma onto her knees, snatching the rubber and the dildo with enough force to make the guys wince.

”Gently darling,” Ukyo giggled, “You’re fiancé might like being abused but maybe not below the belt…”

Akane glared at Ranma, daring him to give her an excuse to punch him for what Ukyo just said, but he just leaned back, hands up.

Turning back to the job in hand, Akane looked between the two items in her hand, frowning. Finally she shifted her grip on the shaft and tried to put the ring over the top, and tried to roll it down.

A snigger from Ukyo made her huff and swap the dildo trailing its straps to her other hand and picked up the ruined packet halves, matching them up and trying to see the instructions. Trying again, she made sure the tip was up and started to roll it down, fingers becoming awkward and hesitant on the lubricant. Finally all the way down, she held it out to Ukyo with a huff. “Satisfied?”

”Definitely, I thought for sure you’d wuss out, sugar. Want ta see something funny?” she asked rhetorically, pulling away from Konatsu as she stood up. “Check this?”

Hitting the switch on the wall, darkness claimed the room, except for the weak yellow glow of the sheath on the dildo in Akane’s hand. It dropped to the ground.

”Glow in the dark,” Ukyo declared with a laugh, before turning the lights back on.

Konatsu was already picking the toy up, turning it over he held it up. “It’s got a split in it,” he offered, holding out the side of the head of the faux penis for inspection.

”Way to get pregnant Akane-chan,” Ukyo teased, turning from the red-faced girl who was trying to hide back in Ranma’s lap by now. “You’re looking pretty close there, honey?”

The cross dresser shrugged at his boss standing over her. “Akane-chan did it differently to how my sisters did it at the Sexy Tea House.”

Four of the rooms occupants wondered but didn’t ask what Konatsu meant by that, but didn’t need to ask as he put the dildo down, pointing up from the floor, pulling out a second condom, already out of the wrapper, “My sisters would say that was the customer lying down, and you put the rubber in your mouth, -manm- -menn- -mu- -moumd-…”

”Stop,” Ukyo demanded, stopping the demonstration, sitting down and taking back her toy, and the condom from his mouth. “Natsu-chan, hun, lets forget everything you learned at the Sexy Tea House, okay?” She sealed it with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Everything?”

”Well, everything between men and women. Except the massaging,” she added, moving to sit before him as a hint. “Oh and if Akane asks, you can teach her that trick, but only her.”

”I am not doing that, we arn’t using, I don’t need, those things.”

That raised some eyebrows as attention focused on the young woman in Ranma’s lap.

”Akane-chan?” Akari asked hesitantly, “Are you on the Pill?”

”Yes okay, I’m on the Pill. After this I woke up with this pervert on me, Kasumi insisted. Then after he couldn’t keep his lips to himself in the Neko-ken, then I agreed.”

”The pill?” Ranma asked confused over her shoulder, Ryoga also wondering what medication a healthy girl like Akane needed. “Nothing, just woman’s stuff, and so help me make a crack and I will knock you out.”

Smirking, Ranma leant back, miming zipping his lip.

”Maybe he should know with his curse?” Ukyo added with a smirk.

”No, he doesn’t. Nabiki wanted to know if he had periods and he doesn’t,” she returned, with a shrug. “Mind you, mine have been a lot more predictable since I’ve been on them.”

The fiancé of Akane Tendo didn’t know much about what was being said, but he did know sexist jokes. “Yeah, know she’s happy like four days a month!”

”Jerk, do you ever shut that big mouth!” Akane cried, trying to turn on Ranma but his arms suddenly held, hers pinned to her sides, her body half turned but held in his lap.

”You got something better I can do with it?” he returned, holding his lips over hers as she automatically closed the distance, trying to fight with her lips as parts of her mind tried to get why it wanted to fight the jerk like this despite the futility.

”Let her go, pervert,” Ryoga growled, trying to interrupt the moment without success.

”Ryoga,” Akari said quietly. “If Akane wants your help she’ll ask. She knows how to handle her fiancé.”

Some grumbles followed, about ‘handling’ and ‘pure’ and ‘animal’.

”Dear, do I need to get the collar out again?”

That broke the engaged couples lips apart. “Collar? You have a collar for him?” Akane asked, slightly breathless.

Ignoring Ranma’s mumbling about Ryoga’s direction sense, Akari eyed Akane, “Are you asking me to answer Truth?”

”Hell no, I dare you to put it on him!” Akane said with a giggle, then a harder giggle at her choice in language.

The shirtless young man looked horrified as he flushed red, wincing as his smiling girlfriend went through her bag, coming out with the leather strap and the lead attached. However embarrassed and humiliating this was, a smile tugged at his mouth as Akari brought it between them, knowing it was always a good kiss when the collar went on and off. As Akari put her hands around his neck, the collar lead over his shoulder, then dragged herself up his bare chest he was faintly shaking, eyes fighting the urge to roll back and his breathing purposefully slow and deep trying in vain to not think of her body.

She didn’t want to put him on the collar when it wasn’t a punishment, but if she let Ryoga know how it worked, his behaviour would change and could undo all the training she had given him so far. Instead she increased the rewards, for them both as her body flushed with heat. Experienced farm hands had him collared before he knew it was close to in place.

A whispered, “Good boy,” as Akari pulled back, didn’t really register on the happily dazed face of her boyfriend. But when she tightened her grip on the lead and gave it a yank, he straightened up, eyes on her, muscles tensing so that Akane had to look away, while Ukyo looked over her shoulder with a thoughtful expression, eyes focused on Konatsu’s neck.

Akane shivered slightly as Ranma gripped her hips, the feeling of strength holding her still, and she imagined a chill coming from her fiancée had he been able to know what she was thinking.

Smiling shyly, Akari looked around at the attention on her and swallowed her dry thought, mind on moving attention on. She would eventually find out about this other girl, but making Ryoga uncomfortable while in a position of power wasn’t contusive to training. A stray thought reminded her of something she did want to know.

”Ukyo-chan, Truth or dare?”

Relaxing her back on Konatsu’s hands under her shirt, Ukyo smirked. “Truth?”

”If you went to a boy’s school, how did you get away with it? And there has to be an embarrassing story there?”

Giving a shrug, Ukyo looked at the wall, “Well, nothing really embarrassing other than little boys being gross… Oh!”