Two Fathers and the Son They Think of as a Daughter

Was it because Ranma had been away in the outside air; was it because Ranma was brooding on becoming a cumdump? Or was it because I inside her body wasn’t used to what she had gotten used to over the years? Whichever, or all of the above, the house reeked of sex! Cum loads, pussy drippings, their mixtures, sweat, musky, b.o., even, it seemed, the scentless perfume of pheromones - almost all stale. Was the Kasumi in this alternative reality less fastidious than the one I knew from my collection of DVDs? Or was everybody having so much sex she couldn’t keep up cleaning up afterward and do her other chores as well? Judging by how she “encouraged” Hiroshi when she wasn’t required to, I was guessing she indulged everybody and anybody to the extreme. Still, from Ranma’s walk to here, Kasumi’s house showed less dried stains from sex than the other places.

Ranma was not in a good mood. She was aware of what a petite yet busty and booty-ful cutie this body was. She was sexy without even trying. I had noticed how her trained martial arts had picked up every ogle and leer. The DVDs had implied she was capable of tuning into fantasies, perhaps through their sex auras, if there were sex auras. But then, I had never heard of battle auras before watching her episodes.

And everything was leading up to her not being able to use her greatest, most earned ability - her martial arts skills - to defend this cursed body from the curse all women were legally required to surrender to. And it wasn’t “all _other _women”. She was convinced beyond therapy that she wasn’t a woman. She was a man! She was an alpha male! She had achieved by her own dedication the status of Man-Among-Men! That was my interpretation. What was really going on in her troubled soul was too deep and turbulent for me. I was afraid I would be caught in her riptide.

The first sight to greet her as she came into the common room was her own old man without clothes on. And he wasn’t a panda. He was just coming from the direction of the bath room. He had been humming until he saw his child. Then his prick began to rise. Her scowl deepened.

“Welcome back, Son!” Tendo greeted. To Ranma’s ears, he must not have sounded the way a father-in-law-to-be should sound like. The table hid his lower half, but even I could guess what his hand was doing below it.

“I’m still non-legal, you know! Get near me and I still have the legal right to beat the crap out of you two!” And for good measure, she loosened her belt and let her pants drop. She kicked her feet from them even as she strode into the room, unfastening her shirt. The Two Father’s eyes were captured by bared knockers. I tried to look at them through Ranma’s eyes as well. I could feel her subtly flexing her chest muscles to set them in motions that tantalized. She herself, though, wasn’t looking at her own knockers. Denied, I was free, then, for the realization: In all the time I had been inside her, I hardly noticed any unnecessary movements of or on her body. Ranma was so well trained, everything female about her only jiggled, rippled, bounced and bobbed when she wanted it to - Either all the “good” parts, or just the tempting ones!

Genma laughed and pointed his still stiff male member at her. “We’ve sparred together and fought each other too often for you to beat the lust out of me! I’ve waited for two years, I can wait a few more days. Then the authorities will come after you for being on the wrong side of “no”.”

“Just so, Saotome. We would be unable to present Ranma our birthday gifts for him if we were to be incarcerated.”

“Maybe you won’t be here ‘cuz I put you in the hospital!” But she went to her usual spot at the table and plopped herself down. Her boobs didn’t bounce. She had regained total, martial-arts-ready control of her body. Almost. I noticed her nipples were harder than they needed to be. And that slight stiffening was matched by the one in her clit.

"Stupid GPS. Givin' evidence of who started what and how dirty the fight," she growled. "Don't wanna end up in 'community service'. Not at 18."