Ranma 1/2: Gratuity
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon
by Michael Chen (Zenki) and Megane 6.7
michael.h.chen@yale.edu
fcasper@yesic.com

Authors' Notes
Megane 6.7 was of great help in the production of this fic.  In
fact, he had produced a great deal of ideas for me and elaborated
on my initial plans for this story.  Of course, original idea of
the story is mine, but many of the sex scenes here are of
Megane's doing.  Thus, he is a coauthor.

Warning
This fic is a lemon fic, which means that intense sexual
situations soon follow.  In fact, kids, do not read this. 
Members of the Christian Coalition, don't read this.  Old people
over 50 years of age, don't read this.  Heck, this list of people
who shouldn't read this can go on and on.  The most important
part is that if you think you might be offended by sexual scenes
and such, then don't even bother reading.  It's guaranteed that
you will flame us.

But if you are a lemon aficionado, prepare for pure enjoyment as
you read.  Unlike the stories of alt.sex.stories, this fanfic
actually has a plot instead of the "How many times can the
protagonist have his surgically enhanced p***s spray semen within
a short period of time."  We have taken great pains to add humor
to a story that can be called, "Akane and Ranma get Nerima Down
on Them," so you will on occasion laugh your brains out when your
hand gets tired (Heh heh, I was just joking about the hand...) 
Oh yeah, we have checked the archives of rec.arts.anime.creative,
and we the authors are proud that we will be establishing many
firsts with this fanfic.

Information used in this story was obtained in Principles of
Physiology by Totora, 8th edition.  A truly nice entry level
Anatomy and Physiology text.  They do have a little section on
human reproduction...

Prologue

     Nermia, Japan, the calm suburbs of Tokyo.  It was a Sunday
afternoon, lazy, warm, and pleasant.  Of course, the problem with
long periods of tranquillity  was that they truly didn't exist in
Nerima.  It was a well known fact by the Gods that for every
minute of pure calm, there was an exponentially increasing chance
for chaos to break out and ruin everything.

    And true enough to Fate, chaos broke out in the form of
Hurricane Akane.

    Akane's breathing had grown heavy, her ever breathe loud and
hot.  Her battle aura burned hellishly, basking her body in the
glow of pure rage., nearly blinding a hapless Ranma as he slowly
walked backwards.  "RANMA..."  she growled, her anger so strong
that she was no longer a normal girl.  She was a monstrous German
Shepherd, ready to masticate someone's face at the slightest
provocation.

    Ranma was quick to find an excuse.  "Akane!  Wait I can
explain!  It wasn't my fault that Shampoo was waiting in my bed!" 
He noticed with fear that his feeble attempts were having not any
effect on Akane.  Instead, she was growing more angry by the
moment.

     "Ranma!"  she howled, her voice instantly reminding Ranma of
a banshee, foreshadowing his impending doom.  "WHAT WAS SHAMPOO
DOING IN YOUR ROOM?"  she screamed, her voice so loud that it
seemed that every window cracked.  "WHY WAS SHE NAKED IN YOUR
BED?"  she added.

    Ranma was not a fool.  Although Shampoo in his bed surprised
him as much as Akane, he knew that reasoning with her was a lost
cause.  There was no way at this time to even try to reason with
Akane.  That was where Plan B came in.  Ranma took a deep breath
and prepared to unleash his attack.

    "Akane, why don't you trust me?  Is it because you're worried
that you're not womanly enough to keep me?  You're uncute, you're
chunky, your breasts are smaller than mine!  Hell, I don't even
know why I bother with you, when EVEN I look better than you!" 
Ranma paused to take a deep breath.  Even for a martial artist,
it was hard to shout continuously without losing breath.

    A strange silence came between them, an uneasy silence in
which Ranma waited for Akane to lose her temper and pound him. 
But strangely, she wasn't in the mood to get violent.  Perhaps,
she realized that Ranma had a point: if she got to violent with
him, he could easily go out and find another girl.  Hell,
compared to Ranma's other fiances, she was easily the least
feminine of them all.

    "At least I'm normal, not a cross-dressing pervert like you,"
she replied, her voice sharp cutting Ranma down in his tracks. 
"And why do you constantly torment me with your words?  Is it to
make yourself feel better?  You're nothing more than a self
centered jerk."    

    Ranma was hurt as soon as he heard Akane's first five words
or so.  Normally, he really didn't mind any comment, but this
time was too much.  He clenched his fists as he replied.  "And
you're stubborn!  And you never trust me!  And you're jealous of
me because I prove that even I am more womanly than you!"

    Somehow, Akane felt the urge to prove Ranma so wrong, wrong
that for once he would come begging to her for forgiveness. 
"Prove it!"  Akane shouted.  "Prove that you are more feminine 
than me!"

    Ranma stood up, his battle lust piqued.  He pointed to
himself with his thumb.  "I would do anything to prove that I am
better than you!"

    Akane let out a laugh as she imagined Ranma's reaction to a
challenge that she could not lose.  "Great, over the next week,
we'll see who can get laid the most, as a girl."  Akane
emphasized the most important condition to her bet.  "You have to
have sex with as many people as a girl.  If you even turn back to
a boy, you lose."

    Ranma paled completely, his pride crumbling away.  In fact,
he seemed to be trying hard not to vomit or something.  Akane
smiled as she saw her fiancee's distressed face.  She was
carefully counting down until Ranma forfeited.  That was the
entire reason Akane made such an outrageous challenge and she
smirked as she prepared to win by default.

    Ranma closed his eyes and gathered himself.  He had an
admirable attribute: he could never stand to lose, and when he
did lose he would mindlessly try again and again until he won. 
He had never backed out of a challenge, and he was not going to
compromise his very long winning streak.  

    Taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions with his
honor and promise, he looked Akane straight in the eye.  "Ok,
when do we start?"


Round 1

    It was the next day, right after school was dismissed, and
Akane was already having thoughts of defeat.  All that she could
think of was the truth to Ranma's claims.  As a girl, she had
bigger breasts, as Nabiki once claimed.  Even though she was
truly a guy, she was a lot better at feminine things.  Ranma sure
knew how to cook well.  Hell, almost every boy in Nerima knew
about Ranma's true nature, but that didn't prevent them from
ogling her when she was in a sexy, tight, two piece swimsuit.

    Such thoughts occupied Akane as she slowly walked home on the
sidewalk, slouched down, her self esteem deflating like a poorly
tied condom.  It seemed that when ever she thought about her
fiancee, she immediately thought about his insults.  She was
beginning to believe him.

    Looking up at the sun, which was just beginning it's
downwards trip in the sky, she whispered to no one in particular. 
"Maybe I'm a tomboy after all."

    "Excuse me," a weary voice spoke.  Without even looking at
the person, Akane got the impression that he must have traveled a
far distance.  "Excuse me ma'am, but do you know where is this
city?"

    Akane was a nice girl, and she turned to give the polite
stranger directions.  The wind blew into her eyes and she blinked
as she turned.  When her eyes opened, she saw an extremely red
Ryoga Hibiki, cringed backwards.  "Akane!  What are you doing in
Taiwan?"

    It was Ryoga Hibiki, a good, loyal, reliable friend.  Someone
who was everything that Ranma wasn't.  He was polite, mature, and
not quick to anger.  Akane laughed as she looked at her long lost
friend.  "It's been a while, Ryoga.  And, you're in Nerima,
Japan.  This isn't even close to Taiwan."

    Ryoga muttered a curse, and reaching into his pocket he
pulled out a worn map, creased up so much that it was beginning
to fray out at the corners.  "I could swear that according to
this map, this is Taiwan!"

    Akane smiled as she took a look at the map, her body
unintentionally brushing past Ryoga's arm.  Ryoga's face became
cute as he started to laugh nervously while giving Akane a
strange stare.  She didn't notice as she was focusing hard on the
map, trying to make out the worn out lettering.  After some
extreme effort, she was able to determine that the map was really
a map of Oniboshi, where ever that was.

    She started laughing.  "Ryoga, you have a map of Mars!  This
is not going to be helpful here at all."  She gave Ryoga a
friendly pat on the shoulder, and noticed a cloud of dust rise as
her hand hit his shoulder.  "God you're a mess.  Why don't you
stop by my place?  You can have a shower and a quick bath. 
You're probably tired from all your traveling."

    Ryoga's face turned blissful and he whispered.  "You want me
to come in your home?"

    Akane shot Ryoga a weird look.  "Yeah."  She blinked a few
times as Ryoga's face filled with unexplainable joy.  She grabbed
his hand and walked briskly, pulling him along.

* * *

    Akane and Ryoga walked into the Tendo Dojo.  It was strangely
quiet, and the two stood in the foyer feeling the strangeness
stab them.  The Dojo was rarely quiet.  Hell, with Ranma along,
nothing was ever normal.  Akane called out.  "Kasumi?  Nabiki? 
Father?"

    That produced results, as the kitchen door opened, and out
walked Kasumi carrying a basket.  She paused to take off her
apron and make last adjustments to her hair.  "Oh hi Akane,
you're finally home.  Father went out with Mr. Saotome.  Ranma
hasn't returned yet.  Nabiki went to her friend's house.  And I
have to go to run an errand."

    Akane seemed surprised and worried.  "Ok, Kasumi."

    Kasumi smiled.  "Don't worry, I'll be back in time to make
dinner."  She grabbed her shoes and carefully put them on, and
was out the door.

    Akane sighed and stretched her arms out, when she realized
that she had forgotten about Ryoga.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, Ryoga.  I
bet you can't wait for a bath."  She grabbed his hand and led him
to the bathroom.  "Ok Ryoga, I'll be in my room.  If you need
help, just call."

    Ryoga nodded and he walked into the bathroom, closing the
door behind him.  Akane hearing the shower turn on, walked
upstairs to her room to drop off her heavy books.  Without anyone
to disrupt her thinking, she immediately thought about how
foolish she was.

    Leaning back in her chair, she stared at the ceiling.  "How
could I be so stupid to make this dumb bet?"  Akane sighed.  "And
how am I going to find someone to have sex?"

    As if on cue, or by some magical mechanism, she heard a shout
from downstairs.  "Um Akane!  How do I get out of the bathroom?"  

    Mindlessly, Akane quickly ran downstairs to the bathroom, and
without much thought she pulled open the door and walked in. 
Ryoga almost screamed and he covered himself quickly with his
towel.  Akane started to laugh.  "Oh I'm so sorry, Ryoga.  I
should have knocked!"

    Ryoga, his face beet red, muttered.  "It's not a problem at
all."  Then his face lit up as he took something off his neck and
handed it to Akane.  It was a tiny medallion.  "I forgot to give
this to you.  This is something I found and I wanted to give
you."  Akane looked at the tiny but beautiful gem glimmering in
the sunlight that filtered in through the window and steam.

    She seemed surprised.  "It's so nice of you."  Akane
carefully placed the necklace into her pocket and she
instinctively gave Ryoga a hug.  "Thank you."  Then it dawned on
her.  She saw her chance to grab a lead in the contest.

    But then again, her emotions were telling her otherwise. 
First of all, she was good friends with Ryoga, and she didn't
want to do anything to ruin their friendship.  Ryoga was true
friend, someone willing to go out and help her, no matter the
situation.  But instinct was quickly beating back her emotions
and rationality, she felt the warm water on Ryoga's chest soak
through her school uniform.

    Akane looked at Ryoga, and found him whimpering something, as
if delirious with joy.  She took a deep breath and using her
pride, shoved her sensibilities to the side for a moment.  Making
a silent apology to Ryoga, she whispered to him.  "Ryoga, will
you make love to me?"

    Ryoga heard what Akane asked him loud and clear.  His legs
went weak and he buckled down, his hands lost their grip allowing
all that shielded him from Akane to drop to the floor.  She
grabbed the sides of his face, and then kissed him.

    He felt Akane's sweet firm lips press against his and he felt
his strength slowly return.

    Then without a word, the two rushed to Akane's bedroom. 
Closing the door behind her, Akane led Ryoga to her bed, where
she teased him.  Sitting down, Ryoga watched Akane slowly
unbutton her dress, one button at a time, her hands steady,
careful.

    The slowness itself served to excite Ryoga even further and
his already stiff erection stretched itself to it's outer limits. 
Akane smiled angelically as she pulled her dress up, revealing
her white bra and panties.

    She wiggled seductively, and she kissed Ryoga, pushing him
back on to the bed.  Then against his body, she slid off her last
remaining garments, allowing unadulterated flesh touch his.

    Ryoga whispered.  "Akane, I...  I..."  She silenced him with
a kiss.

    "Don't worry, just do what you feel."  Akane spread her legs
slightly and she could feel Ryoga's hardness against her belly. 
Teasing him, she moved up and down, brushing her lithe stomach
against Ryoga.

    He closed his eyes and lost his breath, whispering her name. 
Akane looked at Ryoga for a second, having her last doubts.  She
thought about Ranma and what he could be doing right now.  This
had the effect of making her bold.  

    Bringing her lips against Ryoga, she kissed a path from his
navel, up his chest, accentuated with flowing muscles, to his
slim neck, and finally reaching his lips.  She pressed her body
against him.

    If Ryoga felt good earlier, right now he was lost in a place
better than heaven.  He felt Akane kissing him intensely, not
afraid to use her tongue.  She pulled away from Ryoga, and gave
him a reassuring smile.  She cradled his head into her bosom,
allowing him to kiss her chest.

    Not a single area was left untouched as Ryoga kissed away,
enjoying Akane's creamy skin.  As Ryoga teased Akane, she could
feel herself growing excited with each passing moment.  As Ryoga
nursed on her stiff nipples, Akane wanted release, she wanted
Ryoga.

    Reaching down, Akane lined Ryoga up straight and pushed down
hard.

    She felt a brief shock of pain as something tore within her. 
Ryoga watched Akane wince and cry out slightly in pain.  He
gently ran her hand across her cheek.  "Akane, are you alright? 
Did I hurt you?"  She saw the guilt on his face, and she forced
out a smile.

    "No, just wait a bit."  Akane sat there, held still against
Ryoga, waiting for the pain of losing her virginity to pass.

    A few minutes passed, and Akane felt ready to act.  Sliding
up and down slowly, as if taking her first sip of sex, Akane
found that it was easy.

    As she slid up and down, she felt a feeling quickly wash over
her.  She leaned forwards to give Ryoga another kiss.  They two
gave each other reassuring glances as they explored.

    After an hour, Akane felt the delirium of sex take over
and she closed her eyes to savor the sensations.  Ryoga on the
other hand opened his eyes, watching Akane cry out in passion,
her breasts heaving, trembling, tense as she sucked air into her
lungs.

    Under such treatment, neither of them could last long, their
hot, wet bodies trembling and spasming.  Then Akane let out a
final scream of passion as she felt Ryoga lose it.

    As Akane felt her muscles give and rested on Ryoga, she
thought to herself.  'I might actually enjoy this bet with
Ranma.'

    Their hearts pounding so hard that they could hear it, Ryoga
and Akane laid there motionless, waiting for their climax to
subside.  Ryoga whispered.  "Akane, that was the best thing that
ever happened to me."  He kissed the top of her head and played
with her hair.

    Akane whispered back.  "Yeah, me too."

* * *

    That afternoon, Ranma-chan was also having an adventure of
her own.  Taking the liberty to douse herself with water before
leaving school, Ranma felt supreme confidence as she walked home,
taking big swift steps.

    Of course, having lots of confidence didn't mean that Ranma
fully accepted the idea.  The thought about having to have sex
with at least one guy wasn't good.  It was terrible.  Ranma,
having grown up with Genma, had learned that man with man was not
proper.

    Well, Ranma-chan right now had a very sexy girl's body, but
she still didn't like the idea.  She constantly thought of
herself as a guy, but she didn't like to admit that she had
girlish thoughts as Ranma-chan.

    "Well, Ranma, you've got yourself into a fix this time.  You
really have to be some kind of pervert to even want to fuck this
guy."  Ranma's dominant male side commented in her head.

    Ranma's nascent female side, also known as Yin, shouted back. 
"Awww, Yang, just shut up.  It's nothing.  You know the most
important thing dad told you.  ON YOUR HONOR, YOU MUST DO
ANYTHING TO WIN!  Besides, it would be a shame to have this well-
stacked body remain a virgin.  You're just begging to be fucked!"

    Ranma-chan on the other hand hated it when she heard these
weird voices in her head, but she had to subscribe to her
feminine impulse.  It was a matter of honor, and honor worked in
mysterious ways.  With a reluctant sigh, she looked at her
destination, the Kuno Estate.

    Leaping over the fence, she landed in the yard, and
immediately saw her objective before her.

    Tatewaki Kuno was a busy man, right after school, he had
rushed home so he could go through his daily exercises of
controlled breathing and mind focusing.  However, no sooner than
he entered a trance, the sound of someone landing behind him
severely disturbed.

    "What infidel has right to transgress onto my land and
disturb me from my task!"  he shouted, turning around to meet his
attacker.  But as soon as he laid eyes on his intended target,
all fight left him and he swept his beloved in his arms.

    "Oh pigtailed girl!  How it makes me so happy to see thee!"
He shouted, allowing himself a playful squeeze, mashing Ranma's
breasts into his chest.  Ranma did her best not to give Kuno a
concussion.

    Amazingly enough, after that intense hug, Kuno immediately
released Ranma-chan.  "So, my goddess, what may I do for you?"

    Ranma decided to cut to the chase and forget about boring
courtship.  "Kuno, can you just take off your clothes?"  Ranma
snickered

    All of the sheer joy on Tatewaki's face drained away as he
heard her question.  "And why might you ask that pigtailed girl?"

    "Hurry up!  Take you clothes off so I can fuck you and
leave!"  Kuno staggered backwards as he heard such uncouth speech
from his dearly beloved.

    "Oh, you must certainly be affected with a fever of the mind. 
Such improper speak, such base behavior!  Has my sister poisoned
thee?  Has that wretched Saotome hurt your mind?  What is wrong
with you?"  Kuno asked, concern filling his face.

    Ranma-chan had to admit.  If you gave Kuno the chance, he
could be quite the proper civilized person.  But at the same
time, this wasn't good.  Convincing Kuno to have premarital sex
was going to be a big challenge.

    Ranma-chan decided to use her feminine wiles on Kuno.  "Well,
Kuno, I'm feeling really bored right now, and I was hoping to
find some way to pass the time."  She tried her best to be
seductive, allowing her loose clothing to fall low, revealing
some of her cleavage.

    Kuno turned red as he saw a flash of hard nipple.  He
swallowed hard, and changed the subject.  "Excellent idea, my
love!  We shall pass the time by writing poetry!  Let me get my
brushes!"

    Ranma-chan groaned as Kuno lead her into the vast mansion, up
the ivory staircase and into his room.  She made a mental
clarification.  This was going to be a lot harder than she had
anticipated.

* * *

    "Your wild beauty, entrancing, like the essence of an life
itself, the perfect woman."  Kuno chanted out off the top of his
head.  Ranma meanwhile was swearing constantly to herself for
getting stuck with such an average and boring individual.

    For the past hour or so, she had been seating across from
Kuno, listening to him espouse poetic phrases of no significance. 
But then again, his feminine side was impressed with the amount
of devotion that Kuno was displaying.

    Kuno opened his eyes and looked soulfully into Ranma's eyes. 
"Now your turn."  Ranma felt a lump develop in her throat as she
wasn't good at all with poetry.  In fact the last poem he had
written was immediately tossed into the trash.

    "You dolt," shouted Yin.  "Let me take over for now, before
you make us looking like a dumb uneducated fool!"

    "Who needs education?  We're martial artists!"  complained
Yang.

    "Never mind." muttered Yin as she punched out Yang.  Yang
teetered and collapsed deep within Ranma's mind.

    Ranma-chan took a deep breath and started to prattle, making
up bullshit phrases that barely made sense.  "I close my eyes and
find myself with my ideal man, both intertwined and wavering.  We
crash together like the ocean spray thrusting at the rocks of the
shore.  I cry out with joy as I feel him next to me, inside me,
touching me."

    Ranma-chan gave Tatewaki a tentative look.  He hadn't
commented yet, so she went on.  "I want to make him a part of me,
take him within me."  Tatewaki seemed to be breathing heavily at
this moment.

    Ranma-chan thought to herself.  'Good, he's excited.  Now all
I need to do is make my move.'  Without warning, she leaped onto
Kuno and gave him a fierce kiss.

    Kuno struggled a bit before pushing Ranma-chan off him,
knocking her back, spilling tea over her shirt.  Tatewaki looked
at Ranma-chan straight in the eye.  "I'm sorry, but on my and
your honor, we can not do this."

    He suddenly noticed the dark wet stain on Ranma-chan's
clothing, the wet clothing adhering to her chest accentuating her
figure.  Ranma-chan noticed the slightest amount of desire still
lingering in his eyes.  'Just a little more and he'll lose it.'

    He gestured to his bathroom.  "Perhaps you want to dry
yourself off.  You can do it in there."  Ranma-chan, her mind
brewing hard, walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind
her.

* * *

    Some twenty minutes later, with not a sound coming from the
bathroom, Tatewaki was beginning to get worried.  He wondered
whether something had happened to his beloved, whether she had
accidentally stepped into a trap that was meant for him.

    He knocked on the door.  "Pig tailed girl, are you alright?" 
He heard a moan coming from with in the room, and his concern for
her welfare caused him to kick in the door and walk into the
room.

    He walked in and looked around, trying to find her.  And he
sure found her.  "Kuno, why don't you come here and make me
comfortable?"  She stood there and twirled around, the only thing
on her body a long pink translucent silk scarf wrapped around
her, billowing free in the wind.

    She stopped facing him, and he could see her body in more
fine detail.  Her dark areolas and her jutting nipples, the
reddish tint of the fine down between her legs.  Tatewaki
swallowed hard as desire took a hold of him and made him hard.

    "Kuno, why don't you join me in the tub?"  Ranma-chan asked,
her voice low and sexy.  Then before he could react, she slid
into the tub, casting the scarf from her.

    Tatewaki closed his eyes and prayed to the Gods for the
strength to resist her charm.  But today, the Gods were not
listening to him, and before he knew it, he had cast off his
clothing and entered the lukewarm water with him.

    The temperature difference made Tatewaki's stiffness grow
even longer.  Then the two pressed against each other.  At first
she seemed uncomfortable, but as Kuno brushed past her, and her
body pressed against this paragon of manliness, she found herself
wet.

    Under such stimulus, Kuno lost all concept of honor, and he
touched Ranma-chan.  It was not a simple touch, as one between
friends or business associates.  Rather it was a sexually charged
touch, his hand sliding down her front, molding her left breast
to his palm.

    Ranma-chan's body betrayed her as she felt her erection, her
nipples immediately hardened and pressed hard into Kuno's hand. 
"Oh, Kuno," she moaned.  As Kuno added his tongue to the list of
sensations that she felt.

    His head grazed her, teasing her, making her lips wet with
sexual excitement.  Even though the water was very cooling,
Ranma-chan felt herself burning up, burning up with so much
desire that she wanted it to finish.

    She grabbed his stiffness and brought it close.  "Don't play
with me,"  she moaned as Kuno licked her lips, her mouth, his
hands playfully caressing her entire body.  "Just fuck me."

    She felt Kuno lean against her, and without a delay, she
guided herself onto him.  For a moment, she paused, but the
contact just flipped a switch in Kuno.  Something in him snapped,
and he shoved himself into her with one long stroke.

    Ranma-chan had felt so stimulated before, and now she just
felt like she was flying through the air.  She felt hands wrap
around her, and hoist her so all of her weight forced her hips
into Kuno.  And then the ecstasy started.

    Kuno pushed in and out, slowly at first, full, powerful,
forceful strokes.  The two of them settled into a rhythm, and
like two dancers, they complemented each other.  Ranma-chan felt
Kuno press her against the edge of the tub, and then pull away.

    Then, Ranma-chan felt it.  She came on Kuno, but regardless,
he continued pumping away.  As she screamed out as her vaginal
muscles grabbed as hard as she could.  This made Kuno start
groaning as Ranma-chan's tightness became even tighter.

    Pushing hard against the resistance so hard that the water in
the tub started to splash out, Kuno grabbed Ranma-chan even
tighter to his body.  "Oh god!" shouted Ranma-chan as her orgasm
spiked at a continuous level of pleasure, as if someone had wired
the pleasure centers in her head to "On."

    Then Kuno screamed, sheathing himself and sprayed into Ranma-
chan.  She felt a warm liquid bathe her insides, but since she
still hadn't finished her orgasm, she didn't care at all.  As
soon as Kuno felt himself coming back to earth from the
brightness, his penis shrank and slithered its way out of Ranma-
chan.

    The two of them rested into the tub, taking deep breaths of air,
their hearts pounding hard.