================= GRATUITOUS SEX PART 1: REVENGE! by Hyel ================= Characters and situations belong to Rumiko Takahashi, they are used without knowledge or permission, and I have no intention of making money out of this. This is a lemon fanfic, meaning erotic (as if the title didn't tip you off...), so consider yourself warned. This is the second update of the first part in a rather long series. The first version was script-format, the first update story-format, and this is a less stupid version of the first update. I slashed most characters. ^_^ It was a lazy Sunday. Ranma was lounging on the roof of the Tendo dojo, stiffling a small yawn. One word stretched infinately in his consciousness, overriding everything else: "Boooooooooooooooooored." Suddenly Ranma heard a familiar ernking sound that pricked up his ears. He looked around with a wicked grin and, sure enough, there was P-Chan, strutting across the dojo roof. "Yo, P-Chan!" Ranma grabbed P-Chan by the bandanna and cheerily bonked him in the head, making him pass out. A bucket of cold water materialized in Ranma's hand and he dunked it on himself. "Time to have some fun," Ranma-chan grinned. "WAHAHAHAAA!" Ranma-chan was standing in the shower section of a bathhouse, women's side. The crowds of naked women had originally brought a blush to Ranma's face, but she adapted quickly... after all, Ranma was quite familiar with the female body as it was. Unlike some people she knew. Grinning wickedly, Ranma stuck the unconscious P-Chan under a cold shower. P-Chan revived, spluttering. Then he looked up... and around. P-Chan's piggy eyes widened to ridiculous size. "Oh, what a cute pig you have!" a cute brunette squealed, kneeling close by to see the pig. A few other girls were gathered 'round, making similar comments. P-Chan tried to bolt, but Ranma had him tightly by the bandanna. She threw him at the brown-haired girl, who catched him in her lap. "Here," Ranma said innocently, "you wanna hold him?" "Oh! Thank you!" The brunette squeezed P-Chan against her bare chest and giggled. He, predictably, got a nosebleed and passed out. "Oh! What's wrong with him?" she wailed. "Let me see him," another girl said. The brunette handed him over, and P-Chan came to, finding himself in another pretty girl's lap. He passed out again. "Oh no! He did it again! Is he sick?" "In what sense of the word?" Ranma grinned wickedly. "Lemme see him," a third girl said. This went on, and on, and on... Finally P-Chan woke up in Ranma-chan's lap as she was walking back home. He was pressed against her clothed chest, and, being conditioned already, passed out again. Ranma laughed like a maniac. It was later on the same day as Ranma-chan was performing a complicated kata in the backyard of the Tendo dojo that a powerful blow sent her flying skywards. "RANMA! YOU'RE DEAD!!" Ryoga bellowed as Ranma finished her skyward arch and plummeted back to the ground, flipped around, and landed neatly on her feet. "Heeeey, Pig-Boy!" She snickered wickedly. "Feeling a little low on blood?" Ryoga growled, then looked down. He took a long breath, and calmed down. It was obviously an effort. Ranma, ever the wise-ass, whistled and clapped. Ryoga's eyes were expressionless as he slowly looked up, fixing a burning gaze at Ranma. His sense pushed somewhere in the back of his head, his hatred took him over, the burning knowledge of what he was going to do, the way he was going to get his just revenge, holding his conscious mind back. "Ranma," he said in a tight voice. "Come. I want to show you something." Ranma-chan couldn't help but worry. Ryoga was looking so strange... Had she pushed it too far? "Uh... didn't you just want to kill me?" she asked cautiously. "This is more important," Ryoga replied, his fists clenching slightly. A little puzzled, but too stupidly brave to be really afraid, Ranma-chan followed Ryoga for a few steps, until Ryoga stopped in front of a wall, blushing a little. "Er... Could you show me the way to Akane's room?" Ranma did, too curious to back down now. What the hell was Ryoga planning? She kept her guard up, even though she doubted he'd choose Akane's room to attack her. She was sure he'd rant and reveal his plans in time. He always did. Still, as they stepped into Akane's room, with all of its fluffy toys and girly stuff and the soft bed, Ranma-chan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. "Hey, d'you think we should be here?" she asked somewhat nervously. Ryoga just walked over to the window and pulled the curtains shut. "Shut up," he barked, his voice somehow funny, a little throaty. Ranma wondered if he had catched a cold. Then Ryoga turned, walked over to Ranma, and suddenly threw her on her stomach on the bed. Before even her body could react, Ranma was pinned carefully and tightly against the clean, sweet-smelling sheets, her mouth filled with a teddy-bear's rump as Ryoga's large hands pushed her down roughly. Then, still before she could recover from the surprise, she felt his heavy body landing on top of her, straddling her so she couldn't move, and her arm was twisted back in a painful grip. "H-HEY!" she managed, just a split second after she was hopelessly pinned down. "Make a sound and I break your arm," Ryoga said in that strange, throaty voice that was so unlike him that, for the first time, it scared her. But this was Ryoga... she couldn't really be afraid of Ryoga, could she? She decided to play carefully until she found out what the moron was up to, now. She whispered, "What are you doin'?" She cringed as she realized a little panic had snuck into her voice. His eyes slightly glazed over, his breating heavy, Ryoga muttered, "...Teach you to embarrass me again, _girl_." A foreboding feeling took Ranma over, but he still didn't get it... And then Ryoga started to undo her pants with one hand, the fingers snaking under the waistline of her pants, tugging on the cords keeping the pants up, then pulling them and her boxers down... 'He's... he's not really...' she thought, her mind panicking a little. It couldn't be...! This couldn't be happening! Then she felt something hard and bulging and (sofar) clothed press against her bare buttocks, and realized what it was, and she had to believe it, but still... "What--what are you doin'?!" she asked, anger in her voice now. "Shut up." Holding her down with one arm, and with his thighs clasped around hers, Ryoga reached one hand to pull off one of his bandannas, and gagged her with it, the fabric burying sharply into her face, pushing her tongue back in her mouth as it violently restrained her. She coughed a little and started breathing through her nose, the fear disappearing, anger flooding in its place. How dare he do this? She made angry sounds, and he twisted her arm to silence her. She obeyed. Ranma hated the gag, hated the hand holding her arm in a tight death grip, hated to be pinned down, and wanted to beat Ryoga up for doing this to her. She knew she could, too. But... she wasn't... Why wasn't she? A strange realization started to dawn on Ranma. She couldn't... she couldn't really be _wanting_ this, could she? Even angrier, she thrashed her body, trying to free herself from his grip, but he tightened his grip and she had no choice but to lay still. Well, not exactly 'no choice'... Ranma knew a couple of tricks for this kind of situation, like the Maso-Fu his father's twisted ex-girlfriend once thought him... Of course, Ryoga might be able counter them, but Ranma didn't want to take that risk. Even though angry with herself (for gods' sakes, she was a GUY!), some part of Ranma agreed that this was a great way to... experiment... without losing face... Her face burning with embarrassment, she lay quietly and let him continue. She felt him shift as he pulled his own pants down just enough, and then she felt the brush of skin against skin, his heavy weight draped over her once more, and the fact that this was a MAN in bed with her made Ranma protest one last time, but he hushed her with another painful reminder. Then he reached below her, that large hand groping inexpertly but not, to Ranma's surprise, roughly, and finding her cunt, the large fingers cupping her mound and starting to stroke gently, to rub at it as his naked cock pressed against her skin from behind, the silky feel sending shivers of desire/disgust through her as his fingers suddenly found a GOOD spot, making her throw her head back as the sudden pleasure shot through her, completely different from anything she had ever felt before. The muffled moan she made now was not of anger, but of intense sensation... 'Oh gods,' she begged silently, 'if he touches me there again it's gonna hurt...' Ranma tried to squirm away from the unnervingly pleasurable touch of Ryoga's hand, but that only worked to press Ryoga's still hardening cock tighter against her crotch. The hardness and length rubbed against her clit, growing even harder and sending a decidedly unpleasantly pleasant wave of heat through Ranma's body. This was nothing like anything he had ever experienced in his male form... She couldn't help getting wetter every moment as Ryoga's hands made gentle movements, his fingers finding the good spot again and again, caused strange shocks to run through her, made her whimper and choke back moans. After a while, feeling Ranma sigh and move slightly under his arm, feeling her crotch wet and open, Ryoga deemed that she was ready for the final humiliation he had planned for her. His mind was a blur somewhere far, far away from his conscious, his throbbing cock dictating his deeds. This was the sweet taste of victory, and something more... The lovely, ripe female flesh beneath him beckoned for Ryoga. Some part of him wanted to turn her around and kiss her and caress her, but another part, the larger part, the part that was angry and hurt and betrayed and full of hate for this damnable pervert, this tainted man/woman, who was worth nothing more than this, the sex, wanted her on her stomach and under his power, gagged and humiliated and subdued. Ryoga got up on his knees, forced her legs apart with a knee, raising her hips up a little with one hand. She complied, so lost somewhere in behind the sensations and the desire/disgust that she hardly had any idea what was going on. Then Ryoga steered his cock inside her wet opening with his other hand, and pushed, sliding inside her, the wet tightness widening beneath his assault, embracing him slowly and to the hilt, her soft buttock pressing against his stomach as the sweetness engulfed him, rocking him back in ecstacy and victory as, for a moment, he completely forgot what and WHO he was doing... Ranma-chan let out a loud muffled moan as she felt herself being impaled, only realizing at the last moment that _there was a cock inside her!_ 'He--he really did it!' she thought. 'AAARGH! That bastard! I'm gonna kill him!!' Yet at the same time... to have a big (and it was big ^_^), wide cock thrust inside her, taking her choice away, taking HER, and nudging some guiltily wonderful place inside her, was turning her on more than anything she had ever felt before. Moaning a little, she gave just a little more in to the sensations and let her mind be clouded even more, forgetting that she was a man, forgetting everything except the fact that Ryoga was fucking her and it felt _good_... She pushed her hips downwards to meet him more fully... Ryoga moved on top of her a couple of times, pulling out, then pushing in quickly, filling her completely, sheathing himself to the hilt. He was quietly enjoying the feeling of warmth and tightness as he lost his virginity (though he didn't really think of it that way), and marveled at the way the two of them fit together perfectly (and he had no reason to believe it would be otherwise with any other women). He kept one hand on her arm, ready to twist it, and sprawled himself over her again, reaching his other hand around to her mound, seeking all those lovely spots again, beginning to grunt and make soft noises now as the act took him over, the thrusts and pulls forming into a rhythm, each thrust stroking deep, deep, deeper, searching her through. His moves rocked her up and down on the bed, her muffled moans and silent near-sobs half-lost in the sweet-smelling, fresh sheets of the bed of their mutual beloved. Ryoga took the bandanna that gagged her between his teeth and pulled his head back, releasing the gag. Ranma gasped and turned her head, her mouth taking in air, her thoughts whirling uncontrollably around her moans of equally uncontrollable desire, the disgust now forgotten. 'Why... is... he...' "Ohhhh..." 'Bastard... gonna...' "Ahhh..." 'In Akane's bed, yet...' "Yeah... ohhh... YES! Do it, Ryoga! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Ranma's cry sounded through the room, exciting Ryoga even more as he now knew he held his victory, the victory of making Ranma enjoy being fucked by a man, the victory of holding his hated rival down and making _him_ ashamed of _his_ sexual urges for a change, making him lose control and forcing him to live on the edge from now on, always afraid someone would find out his feelings and hopes and dreams... The way Ryoga had since he first met Ranma... 'No, wait!' his ignored conscious mind protested. 'Since I first met _Akane_! AKANE!' At that point, however, Ranma suddenly lost all self-restraint, starting to convulse in the rhythm of the act, throwing her head back and pushing against Ryoga's hand, muttering and begging under her breath, the words escaping Ryoga but the context making even surer his victory, and he ignored the strange slip of his thought, concentrating on fucking her deeper and harder as she nearly cried out, clasping his hand over her mouth to keep her silent. He let go of her arm, giving her more space to move, but she hardly noticed. She did notice, however, when he reached his other hand around her to fondle her breasts and pull her tightly against himself, and the strength and hardness of his body against her back, the now exciting weight and size of it, and the large hand massaging those breasts she'd often admired and appreciated herself, contrived to push her over the edge. She started to make small whimpering sounds. And then, in a glowing culmination of motion and irresistable ancient pleasure, they came, almost at the same time, Ranma preceding Ryoga by just a little as her juices and the spasms possessed her, the lovely hardness pushed so deep inside her driving her over the edge, her teeth biting into the pillow in ecstacy. Feeling her juices run over his cock, Ryoga groaned loudly and slammed his hips tightly against hers, burying himself inside her for one final time, releasing his lust and power and completing his victory as his seed invaded her, took her, made her finally _his_. Spent, victorious, and thrilled, he collapsed on top of her, feeling something seep out of him at last, something unnamed that had been locked inside him for two years, and for the first time in so long he felt that alien feeling... he felt happy. At that very moment, he didn't feel a shred of guilt. Ranma was dizzy, almost about to pass out. What she just went through was something she wanted to worry about later, after the sweetness has gone and it's time for anger... not yet... Right then she really just wanted to pass out... Ryoga layed atop Ranma for a while longer, then relieved the gag, got up, and pulled his pants up. Ranma, awakened from her drowsy state by the sudden absence of weight and warmth against her, flopped around on the bed and weakly reached for her pants. She could feel the tranquility seep away and the anger seep in its place, but she was still dizzy, and had to hold her head as she gazed over at Ryoga, who was binding his pants up. "What... what the hell was that?!" Ranma asked, anger, confusion, and uncertainty in her voice. Ryoga smiled a small, smug smile, but one that was strangely warm. "Go look it up from a book." He hefted his backpack and left, leaving a surprised, angry, perfectly satisfied Ranma laying half-dressed on her fianc^Îe's bed, staring after him. == - Vilja