A/N; Happy holidays everyone! I won't bore you with a long intro, so let's get right into it.

"H-hey, Akane?"

The raven-haired girl turned in her seat to address the voice calling her name. It was lunch hour at Furinkan High, and she was sitting at her desk, talking to Sayuri, who was in the next row over.

Standing behind her was Ukyo, the Okonomiyaki chef, in her usual work garb, a blue blouse, sleeves tied back, and black tights, with her signature oversized battle spatula and bandoleer slung over her shoulder.

Two things struck the youngest Tendo daughter as odd with the image before her. For one, Ukyo usually wore her preferred blue boys Gakuran from while attending school. The other was the rather noticeable soot mark on her left cheek, not to mention several more on her clothes now that she was getting a better look at her classmate.

"Ukyo." Akane greeted. "I didn't see you for morning roll call. Where were you?"

The brown-haired girl fidgeted with her hands, head lowered.

"Yeah, about that. Can we talk? I have a favor to ask."

Akane blinked a few times.

"What? Your restaurant burnt down?" she nearly shouted a few minutes later, causing the other girl to cringe. Beside her, a familiar pigtailed boy sporting a yellow collared shirt perked his ears up in interest.

He'd been lounging inside the frame of the open window (on the fourth floor no less), enjoying the warm breeze, and would usually ignore the conversations of his fellow classmates unless they pertained to martial arts.

This, however, was different.

"Way to shout it out to the whole class," Ukyo hissed. "And besides, the damage is contained to the downstairs eating area and kitchen. It's not like the whole building was razed."

Akane smiled apologetically, and Ranma rolled his eyes at the most unsubtle girl he ever had the misfortune of meeting.

"Anyway. I was wondering if…" she tapered off, and finally swallowed her pride. "-If I could perhaps stay with you and your family for the next few weeks while the insurance company and building contractor straighten out the place?"

One thing could not be denied. Akane did have a big heart, even if she had a short (i.e non-existent) temper. It was one of her better qualities.

"Oh, of course; it's not a problem, Ukyo." The youngest Tendo stated reassuringly. "I'll inform my dad after school today, but I'm sure he won't take any issue with it."

The relief was evident to the girl as her shoulders slumped.

"Oh, thank you, Akane. You're a lifesaver."

Ranma, meanwhile, sat down at an empty desk adjacent to the two girls, plopping his chin into his palm, elbow on the work surface. He had a bad feeling about this. If the other two members of the Fiancé brigade caught wind of this, it would be bad news bears for him.

None the less, his friend was in a pickle, and he was nothing if not supportive. To an extent at least. If he acted too chummy, Akane might get the wrong idea, as usual.

It was a calculated risk.

"Hey, Ucchan. Want me to swing by your place after school and help bring back a few things?" he offered, not really sure how else to help the poor girl out.

She focused on him, tilting her head to the side and smiling.

"That would be wonderful, Ran-chan."

"I-I'll help too." Akane piped in, eyes narrowing at him suspiciously. Ranma rolled his eyes again, wondering if doing so frequently was bad for his eyesight. Something to ask Tofu the next time he was in the clinic for serious Akane related injuries.

The trio cleared the front gate of the school that afternoon, making for the business district of Furinkan City. Not ten minutes later saw them standing in front of the modest two-story commercial building occupying a street corner, the entryway, and windows covered in yellow caution tape.

The inside was a charred, hollowed-out shell. Instead of navigating a path to the inside stairs, Ukyo led them around the back and up a set of steel stairs, producing a key that opened a door with a squeal. Both Akane and Ranma cringed at the sound.

They'd been inside Ukyo's apartment before. It was Spartan but cozy, with a few Knick knacks, an older television unit in the corner, and a bookshelf.

The young Okonomiyaki chef quickly disappeared into the adjacent bedroom, the sound of drawers opening and closing soon emanating from the slightly ajar door.

"Guys, can you empty out the refrigerator?" her disembodied voice asked from beyond the door. "The food will spoil, and this way if I bring some with me, it won't go to waste.

Akane jumped into action, leaving Ranma task-less and open to further explore her living room more thoroughly. He spotted a framed picture of him and Ukyo at the New Year's festival from last year and recalled the encounter he'd had with her.

Akane had been sick at the time, and while fleeing from Kodachi, he'd literally run into Ukyo and sent her sprawling to the ground. She'd been dressed up as a shrine maiden, as the festival was held on the temple grounds.

At the time he had no Idea she worked as a Miko for extra money. Ranma had felt bad that she was forced to work two jobs to support herself, especially when he constantly showed up to eat free food at her restaurant. Following that revelation, he'd begun paying for his meals, and tried to leave generous tips whenever possible.

The added strain to his already stretched finances meant Ranma now held a part-time job of his own. One that made good use of his superhuman strength and agility.

He worked as a food delivery boy.

It was humble work, but being able to practically fly over rooftops meant he did the same work as three regular men in half the time. A few hours on the weekend was usually enough to pay for whatever meals he'd consume during the week.

Oh, and replacement clothes lost in scuffles with the Nerima wrecking crew. Besides, it gave him an excuse to practice his favorite part of the Saotome anything goes style.

Mid-air acrobatics.

The three teens arrived just before dinner, and Ukyo was welcomed without a second thought, just as Akane had said. The portions were a bit smaller, as Kasumi was unaware she'd been joining them, but given the circumstances, no one complained, even Pop and the old Lech.

Honestly, it shocked Ranma a little, that they could feel sympathy at all. Yet alone spare food.

Sleeping arrangements that evening went as follows; Ukyo bunked up with Akane, at least for the first couple of nights. Happosai stated he was due for another trip. Where the old letch went, no one knew, and quite frankly Ranma couldn't care less.

But it meant Ukyo could make use of the main floor guest bedroom while he was gone. A girl's sleepover was fine and dandy, but it got old after a few days.

Ranma woke early the following morning, despite it being a Saturday. It was summer, and the sun was just beginning to claw its way over the many rooftops dotting Nerima Ward. With a yawn, he pulled off his sleeping clothes, ignoring the snoring form of his useless Pop, and donned a crisp, white Gi Kasumi chan had laid out for him the afternoon before.

The Dojo adjacent to the Tendo home saw a fair bit of use, be it from Akane's brick destroying tendencies or the occasional spar between Mr. Tendo and Pop. A few times it was even rented out to the various community groups around town. But practice time was not structured nor scheduled, and in this case, the age-old saying with the bird and the worm still very much applied.

There was also the fact that he generally disliked being watched while moving through the usual Katas. Not to mention that the temperature was bearable this early in the day. Any time after late morning and the heat would become oppressive, making training more of a chore than something relaxing.

Rising early may have been a pain, but it solved a lot more problems than it created.

Sliding open the door, he was enveloped by the familiar fragrance of old wood. A single deep breath put him at ease. That was, until he realized there was someone else already here.

Ranma blinked as he watched his old childhood friend fling a trio of spatulas at a training dummy she'd wrestled out from the storage shed, the sharpened cooking utensils impacting the abused wood with a trio of loud thumps.

Frustration flared for a fraction of a second upon realizing the Dojo was already in use, but he quickly snuffed the emotion after remembering why the girl was here. With an audible 'Haaa!' Ukyo roundhouse kicked a second dummy.

The kick was executed flawlessly, something his trained eye could appreciate, especially from someone like Ucchan, who heavily favored weapons in her fighting style.

Rapping on the door frame, he made his presence known. Ukyo flinched, but otherwise didn't let on that the interruption had startled her.

"Oh, good morning, Ranma honey. You're up early."

The pigtailed boy closed the sliding door, before approaching her casually. "Mornin' Ucchan." He greeted back, idly scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I usually exercise around this time, but well, since you're here, I figure we could spar. You up for it?"

Ukyo had to suppress her excitement at the chance for some one-on-one time with Ranma. She'd learned long ago that he disliked over the top displays of emotion. They made him suspicious, which of course he was right to be.

Ukyo may not be as aggressive as that Chinese girl Shampoo, or as persistent as the Kuno sister, but she still schemed. Out of the three, she had the best relationship with Ranma, Akane excluded of course.

But living with someone and seeing them day in and day out was hard to beat. Of course, now she had two weeks to do the same. She just needed to lay off the intensity a bit.

Silently nodding in agreement, she lifted one of the dummies, recovering the spatulas from its head before moving it aside to clear a space. Ranma did the same, and before long, they faced off in the center of the training hall.

"Let's work on improving your unarmed combat skills a little." He suggested, moving into one of his preferred fighting stances. "That kick you delivered earlier was good, but I could tell you had to force your body to obey. It should be fluid, like this;"

Replicating her move, he stepped forward, using the momentum of that single step to twist his body, spinning on his heel, and delivering a kick with practiced ease. It was fluid, organic, and something she'd seen him do countless times.

Ukyo blinked, simply appreciating him practice the art. There were few as in tune with the fighting arts as her Ranma. Not bound by one style, he instead meshed many aspects into a unique blend that held all the advantages, with none of the limitations.

He was the pinnacle of what hand to hand combat could be.

"All right, ready?" he asked. Again she nodded, perhaps clamming up a bit too much, but also not sure what else to say.

She launched towards him, opting for a simple turning kick, delivered with force, but relatively slow. Normally he'd dodge, but instead, the taller boy blocked. Most likely to gauge her power. Using perhaps half of his usual speed, he feigned a jab with the other arm that she ducked under, before disengaging with a back flip.

"Good" he praised and Ukyo forced herself to stay composed. By unspoken agreement, he attacked next with a flurry of weak but fast punches, which she'd usually block with the wide end of the large battle spatula.

Ranma had to hand it to her, the weapon made for both a good offensive tool, as well as defensive one. It was versatile, just like she was.

Out of all the Fiancé's, he respected Ukyo the most, but for different reasons than Kasumi. One couldn't deny that Ukyo had an excellent work ethic, and was very responsible. In that she was similar to the eldest Tendo sister. But she'd also experienced hardship like he had, and managed to pull herself out of poverty without any outside help. It must have been hard, but she always persevered, even now, when her Restaurant was a ruined, waterlogged shell.

She dodged and blocked, but he could tell immediately she was out of her depth, and slowed his attacks to a more manageable volume.

She relied on her Spatula too much. Without it, her combat effectiveness dropped significantly.

Lost in thought, he unintentionally let down his guard, and Ukyo exploited it too the fullest. Managing to grab his wrist, she quickly turned her body and launched the heavier boy over her shoulder in a judo-esque move, the likes of which he'd never seen her use.

His back impacted the unyielding floor with a respectable thud. Stunned, he lay there for a second, blinking a few times.

"Sugar," she said teasingly. "If we're going to spar, at least put in your usual effort, hmm."

Still on the ground, he realized she was standing over him, hands on her hips with a small smirk.

"Feh! All right, Ucchan." His expression suddenly mirroring hers, secretly impressed that she'd managed to score the first point. "But you asked for it."

Quicker than the naked eye could follow, he performed a sweeping kick while she was still within striking distance, depositing her on the floor with an exclaimed 'ufff'.

What he didn't account for was that she'd fall onto him. Now Ukyo wasn't very heavy, but she did manage to unintentionally elbow him in the stomach, making him grunt in surprise and a bit of pain.

The two ended up in a tangled heap of arms and legs, with Ukyo struggling to remove herself from on top of him. She finally managed to lift her head and chest up after a bit of squirming, only to freeze like a deer upon realizing those bright blue orbs were mere inches from her own green ones.

Her heart rate, already elevated from the workout, reached new heights at the intimacy of the position. But what overshadowed all that was the fact that she could feel a bulge growing under her lower abdomen.

She blushed furiously upon realizing what 'it' was, whist simultaneously swelling with pride for her ability to cause such a reaction.

"S-sorry, Ucchan. I didn't exactly think that one through all the way." There was a faint dusting on his cheeks also, but nowhere near the beet red complexion that she was sporting. Ranma made to extract himself, but her hands managed to find his and pin them next to his head with twin thumps as they hit the wooden floor.

She had no doubts whatsoever that Ranma could easily lift her off him, should he so chose. And yet, he hadn't. Sure, initially he was surprised, but afterwards, he'd quickly schooled his expression, settling on a pensive wait and see sort of look.

Could it be? Did she have a chance, here and now? After years of passive rejection, would she dare hope!

Leaning down, she could feel his hot breath on her. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, unlike her own heaving one. It felt like her heart was about to explode from the anticipation alone. The bandages around her chest felt tight.

She went for it.

The kiss was abrupt, clumsy, and felt a bit rushed if she was being honest. Ranma seemed to have almost expected it, and did indeed lift her one hand, placing it on his chest, before running his newly freed digits through her damp locks. Her other hand remained firmly connected with his, their fingers entwined. He pulled her down a bit more, tongue darting out to brush against her lips.

Her eyes widened at the brazen move, but she willingly opened her mouth a moment later to allow him entry completely, melting like a brick of butter on a hot day when he began exploring her mouth.

He was a far better kisser than she'd been led to believe. His tongue was running circles around her own, and the intimacy of the kiss was causing her nipples to ache underneath the tight bindings.

Coming up for air, she panted hard, scarcely believing what just happened. They'd kissed. And not just any chaste, innocent kiss. This was animalistic. Raw, lust-fueled and exciting in a way she couldn't have even put into words. It easily beat even her most naughty daydreams, when she'd close up her restaurant early on a slow day and finger herself raw upstairs in her bedroom, shouting his name.

Two years she'd been here in Nerima, and they were mere months away from graduating. All this time, fighting to gain his attention, and only after one night, they were doing this?

She should have burnt down her place ages ago! Ukyo inwardly exclaimed, before diving back down to sample him some more.

Through her hormone-addled mind, she managed to conclude that Ranma must have experience with the fairer sex. How he'd gained these skills, she knew not, and to be honest she might not want to know the answer to that question anyway.

What the Brunette did know was that she didn't want him to stop, as he attacked her exposed neck with kisses, nibbles, and the occasional hickey. She groaned softly at the feel of his lips on her skin, her hands roaming under his Gi, exploring the hard-packed muscles of his chest.

His own hands were, for now, on her hips as she straddled him. His erection had only gotten harder, and the bulge was now securely nestled between her spandex covered pussy lips. She'd forgone underwear, figuring no one would be up at this hour anyway. Oh how happy she was to have been wrong, the girl thought as his ministrations moved towards her collarbone, her short-sleeved blouse having come loose during their tumble.

She removed her right hand long enough to undo the sash holding it in place, and he instantly went on the offensive, exploring her slender midriff, navel, slowly moving higher and higher, until finally, fingertips brushed against the white fabric strips of the bindings.

His feather-light touch made her shiver, and simultaneously claw at his chest, leaving thin, red lines on his skin.

"Oh, Ranma honey." She bit her lip, the edge catching on her left incisor. They kissed again; she could tell he was distracted by her chest. With a mischievous grin, she sat up straight and wiggled her fingers through the layers, before parting them horizontally. Her plump, full breasts spilt out, and fell into his waiting hands.

At first, he cupped them, getting an idea at how well stacked she really was. Larger than both Kasumi and Nabiki's. Heck, they were probably on par with his own. And wasn't that an odd statement, he thought, brushing a calloused thumb over the hardened nub and making her shiver in delight.

Ukyo became more confident with each passing moment, and took the initiative, kissing him forcefully, tongues wrestling for dominance. But Ranma once again surprised her with his brazenness.

"How attached are you to those pants?" he growled the question into her ear. She squirmed a little at the husky timbre with which he'd fielded the question, but the cheeky side of her wanted to say 'very', considering they were skin tight and around her ass.

"I've got three identical pairs in my suitcase." She muttered, barely louder than a whisper. Needing no further prompt, he ran a single digit, his index finger likely, from her hip and down the side, until finally reaching her ankle.

She gasped at the truly odd sensation as they loosened, as if there was all of a sudden a zipper there. She knew Ranma was powerful, but that was an honest to god ki fueled technique, applied with laser precision to cut a single, thin layer of clothing by molding it into a razor-sharp edge, while leaving the skin underneath all but untouched. He repeated the process on her other leg, and before she knew it, the only thing still on her person was the badly arranged bandages that failed at their job of holding her large tits in place.

Ranma's hands meanwhile explored her shapely rear, the fingers sinking deep into her flesh. He'd shifted himself lower to perform the move with her pants, and now suckled on one of her erect nipples, before switching to the other.

She mewed from the attention he was lavishing her with, and at that moment in time, she considered herself the luckiest girl in all of Japan.

After a few minutes, he sat up, and Ukyo slid back down the few inches to sit in his lap, facing him.

"Last chance to turn back." He stated, his demeanor more intense than she'd ever seen in her short life.

"Not a chance, honey."

He nodded, clearly pleased. Ukyo meanwhile untied the front string of his training garb, and sucked in a surprised breath when she felt just how massive his tool felt in her petite hand. It was a good thing her pussy was soaked to its very core, because otherwise, she might have been worried about friction burn.

Pushing herself up, she used one hand to line up his prick with her dripping entrance, before easing back onto it with a moan of pleasure.

Ranma observed her, unmoving, allowing Ukyo alone to set the pace, at least initially. Her long, dark brown hair reached past her ass, and strands of it were separating from the usual bow she used to keep it hanging back, spilling over her shoulders. He moved his hand to undo the hair clip, and it came loose completely, cascading down her shoulders.

She looked perfect.

It took Ukyo a few attempts, pulling back and pushing herself down again, each time gaining more ground, before his dick was finally fully buried in her. Her arms were shaking, and he allowed himself to rub the gooseflesh there, relishing the feel of her skin. She was panting, in shock that they were actually doing it, here, in their host's Dojo of all places.

The moment of self-reflection passed quickly as desire took over, her body rocking back and forth, guided by primal instinct.

"Oh shi-" she bit her finger knuckle to keep herself from screaming. Ranma's hands explored some more, giving Ukyo time to adjust herself to this new development.

It was strange for him, feeling like the more experienced partner when it came to sex. But he'd resigned himself that these things just happened to him. But he could be picky with his partners. Ukyo was the first, and perhaps only Fiancé he'd willingly do this with.

From on top of him, Ukyo continued to gyrate her hips sensually, gasping each time he speared her from beneath. Their foreheads, slick with sweat, connected, noses brushing against one another, mouths parted, panting.

Slowly but steadily, the pressure behind her navel began to build, his cock hitting all of her sweet spots. She leaned back, riding him properly now, her breasts bouncing up and down, framed by the bindings, who were becoming looser by the second.

"Ranma honey" she gasped, fingertips sliding down his chest, her arms squeezing her boobs together in an erotic way that made his member twitch with appreciation.

"I'm. I'm cumin- gnnn" her announcement tapered off into a shameful moan, before the girl started to lean back even more and Ranma was forced to catch her, sitting up and just managing to wrap his arms around her before she fell back.

Her head was hanging back, curtains of hair nearly touching the floor, as her pussy pulsed repeatedly, squeezing his dick impossibly tight. Her arms hung limply to either side, and it was clear she was down and out for the count.

Ranma though was far from finished. After taking a moment to taste her sweat-slicked neck, he awkwardly managed to lift himself, and Ukyo up, walking over towards the nearest wall, still connected, before pressing the lithe girl against the vertical wooden planks, and finally pounding into her with reckless abandon. Her eyes, he noted, were open but glazed over in pleasure, a thin string of drool escaping her parted lips.

He took the opportunity to kiss her again. Below, his thrusts were making obscene squelching noises as his cock displaced the flood of juices caused by her orgasm.

The tightness, position, and her criminally smoking hot body meant that he would not be able to hold on much longer. He was approaching his limit, and fast, but needed her awake to make the call of where to finish. A single, firm slap to her shapely behind did the trick, and she came too.

"Oh kami," the brunette hissed, wrapping her arms around him and gritting her teeth, his pace never faltering.

"Gonna blow soon, Ucchan." He informed her. "Where do you want it?"

Ukyo would have loved nothing more than for him to paint her insides white and knock her up good. It would cement their bond, as she knew Ranma to be an honest and dependable guy who wouldn't dream of leaving her. But was she ready to have children? At eighteen?

The Okonomiaki chef bit her lip, struggling with the choice. It was oh so hard to concentrate, with him pumping into her like this. It felt sooo good, and her mind seemed like it was shrouded in a pleasure-filled haze. Mentally counting her progression in the monthly cycle, she concluded a creampie would definitely have a good chance of sticking.

He grunted, as if to remind her that they were on a timeline.

Scenarios, one after another, fired through her lust addled mind. Visions of a small but growing family, laughing, playing, living life. Things might be rough initially, but this is what she wanted. It was worth it.

"Do it inside." She whispered in his ear, nibbling on it. "Ruin me." She paused. "Put a baby in me."

He needed no further prompt, grunting in unspoken approval.

She felt him twitch once, twice, and then a deluge of white-hot semen saturated her to her very core, leaving no nook and cranny unfilled. Warmth flooded her deepest reaches, places she'd never known existed. Ukyo actually felt his seed splash against the back of her womb, the force imparted to the thick, viscous fluid was so great.

The experience made her cum again, her slick walls contracting to help wring every last drop of baby batter from his aching balls. Her toes curled in pleasure, the sensation threatening to consume her again.

At that exact moment in time, she was nothing more than a cum milking machine. A broodmare.

He stood there for what felt like forever, panting hard whilst holding her, still pinned to the wall, still impaled on his cock. It was finally beginning to soften, and would soon fall free, his seed spilling from her like a water-laden downspout after a downpour.

Ranma wasn't ignorant of the possible repercussions of his actions. He knew that, sooner or later, one of them would be with child. He'd expected it to be Kasumi, to be honest. She'd been so pent up that she milked him for almost a week before finally feeling sated.

But things had stagnated for him here in Nerima, and he needed to come to a decision sooner rather than later regarding this whole marriage mess. Unorthodox as though it seemed, knocking up Ukyo was one way to do just that.

Sure, he'd need to get a proper job, and he couldn't stay with the Tendo's anymore. But maybe that was a good thing. Screwing two of the three daughters, while engaged to the ignorant last, was not a good situation. Never mind that he was also doing one of her best friends.

At least with Yuka, he knew there were no strings. They were just fuck-buddies.

But sooner or later the lid would come off, and the resulting mess would be like no other he'd ever managed to find himself in.

Besides, Ukyo was a good friend. They got along, and in time, he was sure something deeper could develop between them. Even better, she didn't hit him with a mallet.

He kissed her one last time, more tenderly than before, as if to convince himself that this was the right path to the future.

"C'mon." he said with a hint of post-coital euphoria. "We should probably find you some pants before the others wake up."

She smiled radiantly, taking his hand.

She'd won the game. Two years of her life it had taken, but it was all worth it.

Well, there you have it. The final chapter of Under the table dealings. I tried to stay in tune with the previous three chapters and not get into the overall character's relationship dynamics of the show. The way the series ended leaves much to be desired. No choice was made by the protagonist in regards to whom he was going to get hitched with.

By writing about one fiancé, a sort of choice was made. If he slept with all of them, it would be more than stringing them along, and in my opinion would erode his character too greatly. Ukyo is one of the most well rounded, and more importantly, balanced individual in the entire show, which is why I chose her.

As always, thanks for reading. These little chapters were a blast to write, and this one was part originally one of my Thanksgiving special, but instead released on Christmas.