Greenery Day, Day 19 (2)

A short time later, Ranma was in the Tendo's bathing room, soaping herself up beside the three sisters. Nabiki had just finished explaining how she shaved her pubes into a thin strip.

Ranma looked down at her own bush, acting as if the notion boggled her mind, even though she'd had a few days now to get used to the idea. She looked up again and asked, with a manufactured tremor in her voice, “You ... you shave it? Isn't that dangerous?”

Nabiki laughed. “Not as long as you're careful. It's not like you hack at it with a machete, after all.” Her smile turned sly and she asked, “Would you like me to shave yours for you?”

Ranma looked down between her legs again, then locked eyes with the middle sister, making the first serious change in the day's routine. “Okay. I guess I ought to learn how. Thanks for offering to help.”

Nabiki blinked, staring at the redhead in surprise for several seconds. Then she shook herself and replied, “Um, yeah, okay. No problem.”

“After we finish up, though,” Ranma appended. “I've really been needing a bath, and it's ... nice ... sharing it with all of you.”

“We're happy to do it,” Kasumi told the girl cheerfully. Then she compressed her lips and suggested, “You might want to wait until after lunch to have Nabiki show you how to shave yourself. By the time we finish our bath it will be almost lunchtime, and there's no need to be rushed about it.”

Nabiki just shrugged. If she was going to do it, it didn't much matter to her when.

After all four girls rinsed off, Nabiki rose, stretching. “I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for a long soak in the furo.”

“But if I join you, I'll change into a boy,” Ranma pointed out, hiding her amusement as the other girls all blushed deeply. “You ain't gonna want to sit the furo with a naked boy right in front of you. I mean, looking at me when I'm a boy and dressed is one thing. Having to stare right into a boy's, uh, private parts, that's something else entirely.” She looked straight at Nabiki.

As hoped, Nabiki responded to the implied challenge. “It wouldn't bother me, any. Hell, I might enjoy the view! Akane, now ...”

“Shut up, Nabiki,” the youngest sister growled furiously. “Of course we won't ...”

“Of course we'll soak in the furo with you, Ranma-chan,” Kasumi declared forcefully, overriding her sister. She reached over and placed a hand on Akane's shoulder. “I would like a soak. And despite the fact Nabiki is teasing you, it would be unfair to leave Ranma out. Remember that she's a girl, whatever she may look like.”

“Yeah,” Nabiki added. “Kasumi and I are gonna soak in the furo with Ranma, whatever you do. So, you going to join us, or are you too much of a sissy to look at a boy's bits when it's not even really a boy?”

“Fine,” Akane snarled. She stomped over to the furo and plopped herself down into the water, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ranma waited for the other two girls to enter the water, then stepped in herself. Her focus was on Akane as the change to a boy swept over his body.

Akane's eyes flew wide. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “Are all boys that big!”

Ranma glanced down at his rigid staff and replied before either of the other two sisters could. “Not usually. But there's nothing abnormal about it. Still, I sometimes wonder if — instead of Spring of Drowned Man — maybe pop pushed me into a Spring of Drowned Porn Star instead.”

Kasumi smiled at the dubious expressions on the faces of her two younger sisters. “Ranma-chan is telling the truth,” she told them. “It's definitely quite a bit bigger than average, but still perfectly normal.” As their puzzled stares turned in her direction, she hastily added, “Or at least that's what I understand from all the medical texts I've read.”

Akane turned her gaze down toward her own lap under the water. “But ... but ... how's it supposed to fit?”

Again Ranma was quick to get in his own reply first. In as dreamy a voice as he could manage, he said, “Oh, believe me. Even guys who are bigger than this can definitely fit.” Then as if suddenly realizing what he had said, he dropped, hunkering down neck deep in the water, acting embarrassed.

Nabiki raised her eyebrows. “It sounds to me like you've had a bit of experience.”

Ranma shrugged. “I'm sixteen. Of course I have. You're older'n that, right? You gonna tell me that you haven't tried out a boy or two by now?”

Nabiki blinked, then smirked. “Probably. But I don't believe in giving away that sort of information for free.”

Akane stared in shock at her next older sister, before turning back to Ranma. “Well I'm sixteen, too, and I definitely haven't” — she squirmed — “done that.”

Ranma dropped the embarrassed pretense, and fixed Akane with a gentle smile. “Don't knock it till you've tried it,” he told her softly. “Though I admit you have to find the right guy first. Too many boys our age are immature perverts who don't know their dick from a baseball bat. But if you can find a decent one ...” He trailed off, licking his lip with the tip of his tongue. He also kept an eagle eye on both Akane and Nabiki, trying to judge their reactions for use in future ploys.

Akane just blew a raspberry at him. Nabiki on the other hand seemed to be pondering his words.

After another few moments, Nabiki suggested that perhaps Ranma could stand up and give them another look. Which, after a token protest, he did. However, when Nabiki repeated her daily request at this point to touch it, and reached out, he quickly sat on the side of the furo behind him.

“I think that might be going a bit far what with the four of us crowded together here in the furo,” he pointed out with a touch of humor. “But I suppose, if you really ain't scared to try, you could ask again later. After our shaving lesson.”

Nabiki's mouth twisted, not quite able to achieve a nonchalant grin. “Maybe I will,” she responded.

Akane had crossed her arms at the little by-play. “Really, oneechan,” she scolded.

Kasumi gave her sisters a smile. “Now, now, Akane. It's not like she and Ranma would do anything ... serious. It's just a little harmless curiosity.” With that she stood up. “It's been ... interesting, Ranma-chan. But I have to go prepare lunch now.”

The others joined the oldest girl, drying off and getting dressed. With the added step in Ranma's case of a quick cold splash in the shower first, to restore her claimed female self. While slipping into her clothes, Ranma reviewed what she'd accomplished so far, and considered herself satisfied. She was particularly pleased with the flash of a grimace which passed across Nabiki's face, when Kasumi asserted that quite obviously nothing serious would occur between the middle girl and Ranma while they were alone later.

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Nabiki looked up from her photography magazine at the sound of a knock on her door. She was pretty sure it was their new guest, as well as the reason that the girl was there. Rising from her reclining position on the bed, she called out cheerily, “Come in!”

The door opened to reveal Ranma in her buxom redheaded form. In one hand she held a bucket with steam rising from it, and in the other a basket from which a corner of a towel protruded. Kicking the door shut with her foot, she walked over to the bed and plopped down cross-legged onto the floor. Able to see the contents of the basket now, Nabiki observed that it contained scissors, a safety razor and shaving cream as well. She raised an eyebrow at how well prepared the other girl was.

Ranma shrugged at the obvious unspoken message. “Pop liked to have me shave him. I wasn't sure whether you use the same stuff for this, but figured I might as well bring it with me.”

Nabiki nodded at the sensible answer. She spread the newspaper she'd brought upstairs on the floor beside the bed, then pointed at the spot. “Okay. Strip, sit there, and spread 'em.”

Deliberately misconstruing but hiding her smirk, Ranma tugged off her shirt and bra in one motion and tossed them aside. Then she reached for her pants.

“Why'd you take your shirt off?” Nabiki demanded, crossing her arms with a scowl.

Ranma looked at her in bewilderment. “You told me to strip,” she pointed out with flawless logic.

The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes heavenward. “Fine. Whatever. Get your pants off and let's get to this.”

A moment later Nabiki found herself staring at mildly engorged labia whose petals were peeking out daintily, surrounded by a sparse but extensive nest of scarlet curls. She resisted shaking her head at the color, but couldn't help thinking the same as when she'd first seen it in the bathing room that morning. Frankly, if it weren't for the fact that the hair on top of her head was exactly the same color, she'd be certain that the slightly weird girl in front of her had dyed her bush.

Snapping back to the present, Nabiki declared, “First things first. You want to take those scissors and trim it down. Makes it easier to shave. By the way, are you planning to take it all off, or leave a patch when you're done?”

Ranma shrugged, not caring. It would all be back tomorrow. “Might as well do it all this time, instead of worrying about what to remove and what not. If I wanna get fancy, I can do that some other time.” She lifted the scissors, and then a blizzard of fine red hairs fell to the newspaper.

Nabiki blinked. “You, uh, might want to go slower than that next time. Don't want to risk cutting yourself, after all.”

The redhead threw her an obvious smirk and replied. “Martial arts cunt hair trimming.” She was hoping that the combination of silliness and crudeness was resonate with the older girl's sense of humor.

Nabiki snorted. “Riiiight,” she drawled. “Now soak the towel in that hot water you were smart enough to bring, and get yourself ... hot.” She smirked herself, before a startled flash lit her eyes. “Er ... that won't be enough hot water to change you, will it?”

Ranma pondered possible responses, but quickly decided to play this one straight. “Naw. Damp cloth's not enough to make me a boy. Now, if I wrung the towel out on myself ... but I ain't gonna do that. Don't worry. You won't hafta look at a naked boy sitting on your bed.”

Nabiki huffed. “What makes you think I haven't seen naked boys on my bed plenty of times before? Or that I'd mind in your case?”

Ranma didn't even look up. “If you wanna check me out again, I don't mind. Really, I understand the curiosity. But I figure we oughta get the shaving done first.”

The Tendo daughter swallowed, not accustomed to someone taking her little innuendos seriously. Gamely she forged ahead, knelt in front of their house guest and picked up the can of shaving cream, noting in passing with approval that it was unscented. “That should be enough time with the towel. I'll shave you this time so you can see how it's done. That was the agreement after all.”

Spreading the cream over her mound clearly had an arousing effect on the petite redhead. The razor just as clearly had an opposite effect. When Nabiki got her own lotion and rubbed it into the skin afterward, the pendulum swung back once more and it was all Ranma could do not to moan out loud. Finally it was done.

“So what do you think?” Nabiki asked, sitting back on her ankles.

Ranma looked down, cocking her head to one side. “A little weird, to be honest. You'd think I was nine years old again if it weren't for these boobs.”

Nabiki's mouth twisted. “Believe me. No one's going to mistake you for a nine year old.”

Ranma reached down and rested her fingers on the handle of the bucket. “So you still want me to change into a guy? You sure you won't be too embarrassed?”

“What do you mean, too embarrassed? I'm never ...”

Without waiting to hear, Ranma lifted the bucket and poured just enough to trigger the change. He used the still wet towel to sop up as much of the excess as possible. Then he looked up into Nabiki's open mouth and wide eyes. Eyes which were firmly fixed on his lap.

Turning his own eyes downward, the boy observed that he was standing up like a flagpole, waiting to be saluted. He also noted that the lack of hair had carried over through the gender change.

“Okay, I've gotta admit that looks weird,” he said thoughtfully. “Never seen a guy who was bald down there. It sorta ... stands out, don't it?”

“And I suppose you've seen that many?” the young woman inquired with a cocked eyebrow.

Ranma smiled knowingly. “Not that many, maybe. But I've seen my share, yeah.” He chuckled. “I'm not some innocent little prude like your little sister. Are you?”

Nabiki flinched, and raised her chin. “Huh. As if.”

Ranma wrapped his fingers around his staff and started stroking slowly. “You know, it really feels different like this. Still damned good. Just ... different.” Glancing back at his slightly dazed companion, he slyly asked, “So how many guys have you been with?”

Staring mesmerized at the hand sliding along the large, purple headed, not to put too fine a point on it, cock in front of her, Nabiki started to reply, “I've n...” Catching herself, she quickly substituted, “None of your business.” She returned to her silent study.

“Did you wanna touch it?” Ranma asked softly. At her quick glance he added, “You tried. This morning, in the furo.”

Nabiki nodded silently. She reached out with tentative fingers, caressing their tips along the head, then further down. When she reached Ranma's own hand, he released his own hold, then gently guided her fingers around his organ. With the slightest nudge, she took over the task of stroking him.

Breathing deeply, he suggested, “I guess you've done this before.”

Breaking out of the little reverie into which she had fallen, the girl answered, “Like I said, none of your business. You seem pretty quick with the questions — how are you with answers? You said you've seen your share of boys. Just how many times have you ...” She gestured with her free hand, toward the other hand which was still continuing its motion. “done the horizontal tango?”

Ranma shrugged. “Don't remember how many times total, but I'm willing to tell you how many different boys. Three.” He'd made up the number of the spot, figuring it would sound experienced without making his red-haired alter ego sound like a slut. “Enough to know that shit about ‘size doesn't matter’ is crap made up by guys with teeny weewees. The one in Okinawa who was even better hung this this ...” He rolled his eyes blissfully and bit his lower lip, before finishing, “he was fan-fucking-tastic.”

Nabiki bit her own lip and squeezed her thighs together, her eyes fixed on the throbbing manhood standing at attention in her grasp. Thinking of the dildo hidden in her drawer, she slowly said, “I'll admit, I've never ... had one quite this large before. I always thought ... the ones I've had before made me feel pretty, you know, full.” At least the dildo certainly had.

Ranma managed an almost girly giggle. “Believe me, there's full and then there's full. But I don't know.” He smirked. “Maybe you should stick to the junior leagues. You sound too scared to try one this big.”

The teenaged girl's eyes flashed. “I can handle anything you could,” she stated with authority. Upon reflection, the boy in front of her was smaller than her in his proper girl form, so she probably could handle any prick comfortably enough if it wasn't too big for this Ranma to manage. Trying to gain the upper ground, she tried a different tack. “Have you ever thought about trying this monster out? Like, with a girl?”

Ranma guffawed, making Nabiki blush. “Of course I have. Sure, it's a bit perverted, me being a girl. Originally, anyway. But if you were in my place, do you think you could avoid thinking about it? In any case, why're you asking?” He half closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the handjob he was receiving. “Are you offering to let me try it out with you?”

So much for getting the upper hand — Nabiki was sure her blush extended right down to her toes. For a moment speech failed her, and the little grin on the fake boy's face got right under her skin. Finally she forced out the words that she was sure would erase the grin for good. “Well, what if I am? After all, I am a girl. You're the one who'd be doing something unnatural and freaky for the real you.”

Ranma suppressed his triumphant cheer, maintaining only the small, tight grin. “Ooh. That sounds like a dare. And unlike some people, I ain't a chicken. What if I say, ‘Okay, I'm game.’ You got the guts to say the same? Or would you try to weasel out?”

All right, she had officially lost complete control of this conversation. Not that she ever really had it in the first place. It was a very unusual feeling for Nabiki Tendo. She was accustomed to other people being the ones to lick their lips nervously, and groping for their responses. Still, what could she do now? Either she had to put up, or she'd have to stutter out something like, “Um, no. On second thought, I'm not up for it. That thing of yours is just too big and scary and, truth to tell, I've never really done it before, except for this little toy I have.” Nope. No way she was going to admit anything like that. She'd painted herself into a corner, but she wasn't a chicken. Not her.

Besides, as first times go, it might even be a good thing that the boy was really a girl. At least she could be pretty sure he'd know where everything was.

“If anyone's going to weasel out, it'll be you. Are you really serious? I mean, really? Because if you are, the bed is right behind you. So, time to put up or shut up.” She finally released her hold on his manhood, stood up, and placed her fists on her hips, staring him down.

Ranma rose languidly, fighting down a sudden attack of nerves. This was it! He was really going to do it! Taking the surprised girl in his arms, he nuzzled her neck while he began undoing the buttons of her shirt.

“Seriously?” Nabiki whispered, although she made no move to resist. She herself was uncertain as to whether her motionless state was due to cooperation or simple shock.

Ranma didn't bother to reply. He finished unbuttoning her shirt, then went to work on her shorts. A moment later the shorts slid down her legs to the floor, and he pushed her shirt down her arms to fall off as well. His mouth worked its way up from her neck to her ear as he felt behind the girl's back for the fastener of her bra, hoping he wouldn't fumble that.

Last chance, Nabiki girl, she told herself, as she felt her panties slide down her legs, along with a trail of kisses that went down her front and ended around her navel. Are you really sure you want to go through with this? She considered the alternatives once more, and once again decided that admitting her hesitancy, and inexperience, carried the higher price. She licked her lips nervously as she was lowered to the bed.

In planning for this moment or one like it, Ranma had recollected the bragging of a self-proclaimed ladies' man in some dojo, and his scornful remarks about not just ‘ramming it in.’ Coupling that with how it had felt when he stuck his own finger in his own fairly new vagina while dry, the teenage boy had a fairly clear idea about the need to make sure that a girl in this situation was ready. He continued to land butterfly kisses on Nabiki's belly and thighs, while his fingers replayed his own best memories of playing with his female parts. In short order he had the middle daughter of the Tendo household squirming and moaning under his attentions, and her pussy had graduated from slightly damp to super duper slippery. Ranma mentally awarded himself a black belt in seduction, although a more objective observer might have suggested something closer to orange. Still, for a virgin, he at least deserved honorable mention.

Moving up her body, Ranma positioned himself at her entrance, then paused. Some last vestige of honor forced him to inquired, “Are you sure about this? I'll stop if you want.”

Nabiki only hissed through gritted teeth, “Do it!” Then without waiting for him to comply, she grabbed his ass with her fingernails and pulled him toward her.

Caught by surprise, Ranma pushed a little harder than intended, and his cock shoved between her petals, the head popping inside her entrance. She gasped a loud “Motherf—” and sweat beaded her forehead. Ranma somehow managed to pause, despite the claws still digging into his ass cheeks, and waited for Nabiki to relax, at least by some small margin.

She gave no verbal indication, but when her teeth stopped pressing quite so hard into her lower lip, Ranma took that as a sign to continue. Slowly he pressed forward, pushing his thick pole into the ex-virgin centimeter by steady centimeter. He was still only halfway in when Nabiki's eyes rolled upward and she moaned, “Oh my fucking God!” He decided to pause for a moment until she began breathing again, then pushed onward once more.

Eventually he was all the way in and then he stopped once more, giving himself time to take it all in. The heat, the slickness, the tightness ... oh hell yes, the fabulous tightness, gripping his cock so vastly much better than his hand ever had. He couldn't believe the years he'd wasted, using his own hand, when there were girls available he could have talked into doing this. Well, no one could claim that Ranma was too stupid to learn a lesson. He planned to do a lot more of this in the future. Oh, shit, yes. A whole, whole lot more.

“I think ... you can move a bit more now,” Nabiki whispered breathily.

Recalling that he wasn't alone in this undertaking, Ranma returned his attention to the entirety of the girl lying underneath him, her thighs pressed to either side of his hips. He slowly withdrew himself. She was so tight he had to apply pressure to withdraw, despite how slippery her passage was. Stopping with the helmet of his cock still fully embedded, he reversed direction and slid forward once more. He listened with fascination to the moans which sounded almost forced from his partner's throat.

For Nabiki's part, she was now thinking of her toy as just that ... a toy. This was the real thing. Sure it had hurt when he first stretched her, and she was uncomfortably certain she was going to be sore and walking bowlegged the rest of the day, but damn ... She felt so wonderfully full, and the way the motion stimulated her fun button was making her see stars! Of course, she was going to have to try to find a real boy — this felt a teensy bit like lesbianism and that just wasn't her thing — and God knew where she was going to find a guy who was mature enough, closemouthed enough and this well hung. She was confident she'd manage somehow though. In the meantime ...

She wrapped her feet around the tight ass above her with a groan. “A bit faster, Ranma-chan. You're doing ... ooh! ... yeah, just like that.”

As for Ranma, he was growing cross-eyed as he fought to prevent the boiling in his balls from overflowing. He wanted this to last, and was trying his damnedest to convince his little swimming soldiers to back the fuck off until he was ready to let them make their charge. Trouble was, they were giving him the finger and preparing to charge anyway, orders or no. Gasping at their betrayal he groaned, “I'm about to come!”

Nabiki used the leverage of her feet to shove herself harder on his cock. She was so close! But there was a whisper at the back of her brain. Whimpering at the sudden realization, she gave a groan of her own. “Oh, shit. Pull out. I can't get pregnant!”

Her feet weren't listening to her. They were still locked behind him, pressing hard against his ass.

Ranma almost laughed, but managed to keep it locked behind his teeth. Even if he did knock her up, she'd be a virgin again come tomorrow morning. Still, might as well spout some bullshit to keep her from panicking.

“No ... worry. When I change ... all the sperm ... they'll disappear. I'm a girl ... 'member?”

“Oh good,” Nabiki panted, barely processing this. She slammed herself onto his royal scepter one last time then locked every muscle in her body. Head arching backward, she screamed, “Oh, holy fuck! I'm coming! I'm comiiiiiing!”

Brain shorting out temporarily, Ranma just gave a long wordless groan as he pumped blast after blast into the bottom of the brown-haired girl's cunt. With nowhere else to go, the majority overflowed into her womb, which quickly sucked it up as spasm after spasm of climax swept through Nabiki's body. A hundred million little soldiers cheered and swam off in search of their objective, never realizing a time loop made their effort vain.

Finally relaxing — indeed, almost melting — Nabiki looked up at the boy above her through half-lidded eyes. “Wow, Ranma-chan. Not bad for someone who's not even a real boy.”

Ranma gave a cocky grin, in no hurry to pull himself out. “Yeah, well ...”

The bedroom door slammed open, crashing into the wall. “Nabiki! What hap...!”

Akane froze, eyes going impossibly wide, mouth hanging open. One arm slowly rose, a trembling finger pointing. Her eyes rolled up into her head until only the whites were visible, and she fell backward.

At that moment Kasumi finally caught up to her little sister, stepping through the open door. She caught Akane nonchalantly, and eased her to the floor. Standing back up, she gazed silently at the young man and woman, still joined together, lying on the bed. Finally, one eyebrow lifted a fraction.

“So does this mean you've accepted the engagement? Despite Ranma-chan's true gender?”

Nabiki choked. “No, oneechan! I just ... I just ... Oh shit.” She closed her eyes. “Ranma, could you please get off me now?”

Ranma shook himself. “Uh. Oh, yeah.” He pulled out with a squelching sound. A stream of white cream followed, dribbling out of Nabiki's gaping cleft, and oozed down to puddle on the sheet. As soon as Ranma moved out from between her thighs, she clamped her legs together and swung up into a sitting position.

“It just happened,” the middle sister tried to explain. “We didn't really plan it. I shaved Ranma as a girl, and then ...” She turned to the boy standing on the bed beside her, searching for words. Instead of finding any, she was just in time to see a glob of cum break free from the end of the semi-erect prick, and drop to land on her left boob. She looked down at it for a moment, watching it slowly slide southward toward her nipple, and finally remarked with artificial calm, “Ranma. Perhaps you should go and find some cold water now. Before Akane wakes up. Because I already think she's going to freak out badly enough, without you still being in this ...” She waved a hand. “... unnatural form.”

Kasumi sighed, glancing down at their younger sister, still out cold at her feet. “I think you'd better take a long walk, Ranma-chan. While I try to think of some way to convince Akane ...” She paused, and eventually shrugged, at a loss for words.

Nabiki felt some of her aplomb returning to her. “Perhaps we ought to suggest that she give Ranma a try herself?”

Kasumi gave her a scorching look. “Enough,” she said, quellingly. “Please get dressed. Then help me carry Akane to her bed. Then I think you should take a long walk as well. I think ... your presence would not be helpful while I discuss your behavior with her.”

If Nabiki said anything further, Ranma didn't hear. He had already fled out the door and leaped down the stairs, certain that his face hadn't stopped burning since the door crashed open. A long walk. Yeah. Good idea. Leave the embarrassment behind so he could remember, and gloat. And make more plans.

Today had gone just about as well as it could. Almost perfectly, even. Except for the scream. Maybe if he was kissing her at the end? Really hard? Or would she just end up biting his tongue off? Or maybe he should move on to other possibilities? See if he could vary the Kasumi scenario to get even further? Although ... spending another day or two fucking Nabiki would certainly be a pleasant way to pass the time. Then there was Akane. Such a nice, athletic, compactly cute girl. But what the hell kind of plan would get him into her pants?

Decisions, decisions. But the great thing was, even if he screwed it up royally, tomorrow was always the same day.

He gave a cheerful whistle, adjusted his erection in his pants, and stepped out the door.