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...


Round 4

    Akane sighed dejectedly as she trudged in the front door.  Her life 
had just hit a new low.  As much as she had enjoyed the sex with the 
principal, it did nothing to boost her self-confidence.  Never before
had someone mistreated her like that and gotten away with it, including 
Ranma.

    "Nabiki!  Kasumi!  Dad!  I'm home!"  Akane announced as she entered
her home.  There was no response.  She didn't quite care about Ranma's 
whereabouts at that moment.  For all she knew, Ranma could be out 
screwing the hell out of another person, probably someone a lot less
replusive than the principal....

     Akane repressed a shudder as she walked towards the stairs,
intending to get some rest and try to forget about the bet for a while,
when a lone sound came from the kitchen, it was the sound of someone
going through the shelves and drawers in a hurry.

    Akane felt a chill go up her spine.   Reaching into her sleeves and
pulling out her convenient ASP baton, she carefully padded her way
towards the kitchen.  Every step she took, she held her breath to
minimize the sound.  Every squeak the old tortured wooden floor made,
she flinched.

    As she approached the kitchen, the sounds of the intruder
became louder and louder.  Flicking the baton with her wrist, she
felt the weapon telescope out and lock into place.  She sort of
had gotten tired of the old hammer and decided it was time to get
something with a little more pizzazz.

    She slowly edged to the door, her baton ready to break bones and
crack some heads.   She reached over and slowly opened the door to the
lit kitchen.

    She took a look and sighed in relief.  Her hand quickly compressed
the baton down to its original size and she secreted it on her body. 
Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly to calm herself down, she
kicked the door open and walked in.

    Genma jumped up at the sound.  Apparently, he had been trying
to find some food, but judging from his growling stomach, his
search hadn't been too successful.  "Akane, would you happen to
know where some food is in this house?  All I could find was some
junk."  He didn't seem to happy with the prospect.

    Akane opened the cabinet.  Obviously Kasumi was going through
an American phase.  There were a few cans of peaches, some other
junk food.  Not a single decent thing in sight.  "I'm sorry, but
I guess Kasumi had to go somewhere."  

    Trustworthy Kasumi, where was she when you needed her?  Genma 
thought to himself in depair as he felt his stomach gurgle in protest.  
"How about this..."  He reached into his clothes and produced a grimy 
wad of bills.  He pulled out a couple 1000 yen bills.  "Akane, just go
to the store and pick up something for me to eat, please?"

    Normally Akane would have thought of something tactful to
say, like "In your dreams..." or "Do it yourself, lazy bones..."
or "Get your son to do it!"  But this time, she felt sorry for
the guy.  His stomach sounded like a bull seal in mating season. 
His face already seemed somewhat gaunt and thin.  He seemed to be
getting transparent.

    "Ok, ok, Mr. Saotome.  I'll go," Akane answered.

    Immediately Genma kneeled before her and kissed her feet. 
"Oh thank you!  Oh thank you!"  A look of distaste crept onto her
face, and she quickly departed so she wouldn't have to listen to that 
sycophant.


***

    
     Akane wandered around in the small minimart, looking for something
quick and filling, something to hold Genma over so that he wouldn't
bother her anymore.

    Minimarts are strange places indeed, and in Japan, you don't
get to see the usual foreigner behind the cash register.  No, you
instead get to see a person who actually knows how to speak the
national language without difficulty or an accent.  But minimarts
are strange in other ways, as soon as one enters, looking for a
quick snack to eat, their minds start to wander....

    Akane's mind was wandering as she walked up and down the aisles.  
'I wonder, what Ranma is doing now?'   Images of Ranma-chan and an 
average person having sex entered her mind.  She looked at herself in 
the mirror.  'He's going and scoring points, while I'm stuck here trying 
to help his lazy father stuff his face....just great.'

    At that moment, a devious idea entered her mind.  Not that
she liked it,  but she was willing to do anything to keep up with
Ranma, willing to sacrifice all to wipe that arrogant smug look off 
Ranma's face by proving herself to be more attractive and capable of
landing a husband than Ranma-Chan could ever hope to be....  

     Making a few quick purchases, Akane rushed out of the
store, the idea becoming a scheme, the scheme becoming a plan,
the plan soon to become reality....


***

    
     Mr. Saotome sat in the bathtub, the growling of his stomach echoing
throughout the tiles of the bathroom like a babbling brook.  He could 
only hope that Akane would be home soon with some grub, less he have 
to resort to changing into a panda and feast on leaves and
bugs....          

	"Oh, Mr. Saotome...."  

	Genma could barely contain his delight as he replied.  "I'll be 
right out! Why don't you be a dear, and set it up for me?"  

	"Okay...."  Akane's voice replied.  Genma quickly rose from the tub and
dried himself off.  Dressing quickly, he rushed out of the bathroom
towards the den, hoping that god had endowed Akane with the ability to
serve food without rendering it lethal.  Without his glasses on, he only
saw a messy whitish blur in the table, so reaching into his pocket, he
took out his glasses, wiped them clean with the sleeve of his gi, and
placed them on his face.

    At that moment, he wished that he was blind as the breath
left his body like a popped balloon.  Laying on the table, was Akane. 
She was completely naked, except for the fact that her body was covered
with what seemed to be a liberal layer of canned fruit, honey, whipped
cream, and other sweet things.

    "Well, Mr. Saotome, why don't you dig in?"  The impish look
on her face sent a chill of fear through him.

    "Are you serious!?  I can't....I'm a married....I'm not sure I
can....I don't...?!?"  Genma was totally distracted as he stared at the
thick layer of food that was plastered to Akane's naked flesh.

    Akane's impish grin quickly became a threatening one.  "How
about this, I just lie here and wait for my dad to wake up and
come downstairs.  I'll tell him that you left me here like
this."  Genma paled considerably as he realized he was trapped.  Finally
he nodded reluctantly, praying that no one, especially Nodoka, Soun or 
Ranma, would ever find out about this. 

     Akane sighed in pleasure as she arched her back, making her breasts
seem larger.  "Well, why don't you get started."  Genma kneeled down 
next to the table and after a moment of hesitation, complied.

    Strangely enough, Genma decided to make the most of the
situation by licking Akane's breasts clean first.  He tentatively licked
a small part of her left breast, the sweetness of the whipped cream and
honey invading his hungry mouth.

    The sudden influx of food encouraged Genma, and gradually, he
picked up speed, this time licking straight to Akane's nipple and
eating off the peach.  Akane shivered as she felt Genma's lips
clamp down on her hardening nipples.

    As he progressed, his nervousness was gradually dissolving
away, only to be replaced by his instincts.  Eventually, he
finished cleaning every centimeter of Akane's left breast, it became
an island of flesh among a sea of sweets.

    His desires piqued, Genma preyed on Akane's other breast,
placing his lips on the tip and sucking in as much as he could. 
This time she moaned.  His tongue climbed up and down her peaks
down to the valley in between, his mouth taking in everything,
leaving behind only creamy white skin.  

    Soon after he had cleaned her upper chest, Genma moved
upwards to her neck, but by accident, his hands rested on her
breasts as he leaned forwards.  He could feel a slight
stickiness, no doubt a residue of the honey and cream.  He could
feel her hard, pert nipples pressing into his palm.

    Reflexively, he squeezed, and Akane let out a more intense
moan, her legs squirming, squishing sounds coming from below.

    Genma was a fast learner and was dexterous in the use of his
tongue.  His upwards invasion turned out to be short, and he
decided that it was time to work downwards.  He shifted position,
bringing his head to bear on Akane's navel, and he ate the
candied cherry that was wedged in there.

    He then put his tongue back to work, making long transverse
strokes along Akane's naked body, his systematic approach ensuring 
that every last drop of sweetness was removed from her body.  All the
while, Akane felt herself slip dangerously close to orgasm.

    Soon, he reached Akane's nether regions, and with a single
lick, Genma was surprised to find her completely devoid of any pubic
hair.  He worked hard to clean off her labia and the rest of her
sex.  Licking in such an erogenous zone had a more visible effect
on Akane.

    She started to breath harder as she felt her heart pounding in
her chest.  Genma leaned backwards to get a better look at
Akane's smooth pussy.  However she managed to do it, there was not
a single strand of hair.

    Genma sighed, somewhat disappointed that the meal was finished.  
"Well, Akane, it's been fun..."  At that moment, Akane clenched her 
vaginal muscles, and Genma's eyes bugged out, literally.  Some residual 
cream and peach oozed slowly out of her vagina.

    "You didn't finish," commented Akane.  Genma wasn't one to
leave a job incomplete, and he bent right down and ate the peach,
tugging it free of her tight vagina.  Not bothering to even chew,
he brought his tongue and lapped up the remainder, his tongue
venturing within to finish the job.

    His tongue shooting in and out, constantly rubbing Akane's
clit in the search for cream and honey to eat, Akane gasped just
as she came, her muscles clenching Genma's tongue tightly,
bathing it with her sexual juices.

    Genma sat up, and wiped his lips clean.  "Well then, I guess
I've finished."  Licking his lips, his mouth was dry as a desert
because of the sugar, his throat as sticky as glue, Genma
ventured to ask.  "Uh, do you have anything to drink?"

    A smile surfaced on Akane's face as she reached into the bag
that was next to the table, and pulled out a liter of milk.  "Too
bad we don't have cups, it would be a shame to have bad manners." 
Akane pulled off the plastic lid and she poured a small amount of
milk over her stomach.

    She look at the white liquid as it flowed through the
contours of her stomach, pooling in her navel.  "I guess you can
use me."  Genma didn't need an invitation, and he latched his
mouth on her stomach and sucked in the liquid.  However, the tiny
amount that Akane had offered him was no where near the amount
that he needed.

    He croaked.  "More please."  Akane sighed, and holding the
bottle just above her breasts, she poured it slowly.

    Genma at first didn't know what to do, and he watched the
precious white liquid go to waste.  But his wits quickly
returned, and he strategically placed himself.  Using Akane's
breasts as a channel, he placed his open mouth below her breasts,
and the milk conveniently flowed straight into his mouth.

    Or course, Akane had predicted this before hand, and Genma
thought that nothing was amiss until he felt something grab him
below the waist.

   Genma spluttered the milk and pulled away, only to find that
he couldn't, without inflicting a lot of pain.  Looking down, he
realized why.  While he had been distracted by the milk, Akane
had managed to open his clothing and lock a hand around his
penis.

    And right now, she held his head right against her love-hole. 
"You'll like this,"  she grinned at him as she pulled him into
her and started to gyrate.

    Genma was totally lost, as he stared at the slim, milk
streaked body, fucking away willingly.  His excited penis was
having similar ideas, and he started to pump.  Of course, Genma
was unlike the other men Akane had sex with, he had a little more
experience, having been with Nodoka on more than a few occasions
during their younger days.

    And the experience showed.  Combined with the oral sex from
before, it was easy to stimulate Akane to come again.  She opened
her mouth and cried out his name as Genma continued to pump, feeling 
Akane's vagina grip him spasmodically.

    Then he felt the burgeoning pressure give way.  Akane felt
the hot seed splash and churn within her, but that was not an
excuse for Genma to stop.  He continued to push and pull until he
was so flaccid that it was impossible.


***

    
    Ranma-chan felt satisfied as she walked home.  Never before
had she ever fainted during sex as a result of her orgasm.  Well
to be more precise, Yin was quite satisfied Ranma-chan walked
home somewhat confused at the warm, fuzzy feeling that she felt.

    Yin moaned.  "Oh Yang, that was the best sex ever!"

    Yang was less enthusiastic than Yin.  He grumbled as he felt
the bruise on his head.  "Well, that's just great.  Every guy
loves to have a dick shoved into every orifice of his body.  It
ain't normal!!!"  He shouted at Yin.

    Yin waved her hand at him.  "Oh shut up, it's only a contest. 
It wasn't as if I was trying to make a harem of boys to fuck
everyday."

    She opened the front door of the house, and walked in only to
be assaulted by the sounds of two people making love.  Carefully
tiptoeing, she made her way to the dining room and peeked in. 
Sprawled out on the table was her father and his fiancee making
love.  And Akane seemed to be enjoying it.

    Ranma-chan whirled around the corner, to remain out of sight,
her mind filled with turmoil.

    Yang growled as he balled his fists.  "I'm going to kill him! 
I'm going to KILL him!!  I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!"

    Yin sighed.  "Oh shut up!  I'm sure you want to get even
right?"  Yang, motivated by his anger nodded.  "Well, all we need
to do is to find another guy to fuck, and we'll maintain our
lead."

    Yang growled and asserted his manliness by screaming and
dancing an Indian war dance.  "I'm going to castrate my old man!"
he chanted over and over again.

    Yin sighed and grabbed her baton and brought it down on
Yang's head.  "BE QUIET!  I'm thinking of a plan..."  And the
gods presented her with a fat juicy target.  She heard Soun Tendo
yawn upstairs, apparently having decided to take a nap.

    Ranma-chan silently padded up the stairs and made her way to
the master bedroom.  Carefully sliding open the door, she tiptoed
in and found Soun lying on the bed, sleeping away, his clothing
loose and obviously easy to take off.

    Pulling her t-shirt and shorts off, Ranma-chan ran and leaped
onto Soun, waking him up instantly.  Using his momentary
disorientation to her full benefit, she reached down and pulled
his clothing off.

    "Ok, Mr. Tendo, get ready!"  Ranma-chan arched forwards,
poised to launch herself onto Soun, to allow him to spear her, to
allow him to pleasure her, to allow him to faint?

    Ranma-chan pressed backwards onto Soun's flaccid penis.  She
looked at him and realized that he had fainted!  Yin tapped her
foot impatiently on the floor.  "What a weak man.  Even a girl
scares him to death.  A girl who wants to fuck his brains out
makes him as limp as a wet noodle."

    Yin looked down at the small, shriveled penis, disgusted.

    Yang, who was still trying to dig his head out of the ground,
breathed a sigh of relief.  "Serves you right for being so
aggressive!" he shouted.

    Yin glared at him.  "Don't bother me!  I'm going to try to
get him stiff!"  Ranma-chan closed her hands around Soun's member
and stroked up and down.  When that failed, she tried to use her mouth
on him, her head bobbing up and down furiously.

     Nothing happened at all.  Soun was just too nervous to have
sex or to maintain an erection.  With a dejected sigh, Ranma-chan
gathered her clothing and walked out of the room.