WARNING!!! This is a lemon. This work shows two people participating in sexual intercourse. If you are under 18 or are opposed to such things, please delete now. Nightelf presents... Instinct A work of anime fanfiction by Nicholas Leifker Ranma 1/2 and all characters created by Rumiko Takahashi. All rights reserved. I ask that you not do anything with any part of this work without permission. A SECOND WARNING: This is a lemon. It shows two people engaged in sex. If you are under 18, or are opposed to viewing such material, don't read this. I don't mean to repeat myself; however, I don't want anyone reading this who shouldn't be. On with the show... ****************************************************************** Is this death? I almost hope it is, now. In death, you lose control of yourself; you lose that physical part of your soul, and go someplace else. You're no longer a part of this realm. I hope this is death. I'd hate for it to be something else. I don't want to be what I'm becoming - what my blood screams for me to become. I can feel it inside of me, pulling me to change, to give in, to become something else, to do a million things at once... and none of them good. I can't hold it back anymore. For nine days I've fought it, struggled not to give in to the old ghoul's trap. I fought it when my animal instincts started to come to the boil, pushed the images of conquest from my mind, and ignored the sweet musky smell coming from downstairs. Only in my dreams would I give in; the wet bedsheets in the morning were a testament to will. That will is dried up, now. The voice of reason is hoarse from constant days of vigilance; the instinct in me never stops screaming. I cannot fight anymore; to be conquered is the only option left. My stomach mixes fire and ice at the thought; revulsion and desire. I rise from my meditations, and walk to the closet. The clothes strip off in a heartbeat; naked to the bone, I feel every current of air around me. My hands gather the forbidden clothing in my hand, my dainty fingertips caressing them like a lover. First to come on is the lace teddy; it stretches, molding against me, becoming a black skin against my alabaster. The thigh-highs come next, smoky mist in appearance, tight sheath in reality. This metamorphosis takes all of thirty seconds; I figure I have a minute or two more before it begins. As an afterthought, I slip a shirt and trousers over my lingerie; flowers need to be opened slowly and delicately, after all, and I at least want one last lingering moment of my old life. Whether I like it or not, Cologne has won. Her sisterhood has always sought emasculation, whether by symbolic or literal means; the latter was done in this case. The proud man is brought low, an effete clown in black nylon. I only take a glance at the mirror to satisfy the voices; I know my appeal to men, and so does this other me. We are ready; a tear marks my sorrow, while she forces a weak smile in anticipation. "Ranma?" The rich, deep voice echoes through rice paper; my heart skips a beat. I can smell him through the walls; I can almost taste his sweat from here. "Come in, Ryouga." I wipe my sweaty palms on my slacks as the door slides open. Different eyes see him now, eyes shaded pink from Cologne's potion. He will be the one; I know it. My pheromones are already having an effect on him. "Ranma, are you sure this is wise?" "Wise?" I crack bitterly. "Wisdom left the door a week ago, Ryouga." His eyes grow wide; in an instant, he knows what is going to happen. A part of him wants it; I lick my lips at the bulge in his trousers. "Ranma, don't do this. You can keep... keep fighting this." I shake my head. "Ryouga, there is no choice anymore. The only thing that's keeping me from ripping your clothes off and making love to you right here is the fact that I'm going to be getting some in a little bit." I glance down. "And I know you want it, too..." "I... I... Well, of course, I do, Ranma! What guy doesn't?" He stands up straight; my eyes try to hold him here. "But... that doesn't mean it isn't wrong." I grit my teeth; I make one last stand, even while my lips plead for surrender. "Ryouga, none of that matters, anymore. The beast is almost out of control; within the day, I will give my virginity to some man - likely Pop or Mr. Tendo, considering they live here." My unbound hair swishes back and forth as I lament my predicament. "I will not surrender to Cologne; I have no choice but to surrender to this." The gears work within Ryouga's mind; I can see his eyes darting furiously, looking for an answer. The idea that it makes him 'cute' flashes through my head, but is quickly squashed. "W... what if you had sex with another girl? I mean, maybe if someone like Ukyou or Akane were to..." "Already tried that," I whisper. "It didn't work." A tear falls down my cheek; it still hurts to know I couldn't get pleasure from her. "We tried everything; I drove her to passion for hours, but never felt what she was giving me in return." I swallow; it hurts to do so. "It is a part of the spell; it must be a man's penis that satiates the demons." "Oh." Now he realizes the hopelessness of the situation; his eyes mourn my death. I am lost; I must lose what I hold most dear to get any of it back. "Okay, Ranma. If you... if you really need to have me... then I... then I'll do it." Relief floods me, for some reason; my other side must be howling for joy. "Okay, Ryouga." I recline on the futon; lithe muscles stretch to form a sultry pose. "I'm ready." Ryouga blushes furiously. "Um... Ranma? Could you help me a bit here? I... I've never done this before." I can't help but grin. If he wants me to take the initiative... "Why, Ryouga, all you had to do was ask." I rise to my feet - then promptly shove Ryouga to the floor. Ryouga gets half a second from yelling something at me. I don't know why he stopped; maybe it was my slowly descending hand. In seconds, my shirt is unbuttoned; looking into his eyes, I know he's mine. The shirt slides from my shoulders slowly, tantalizingly, each inch making him want to see another. He swallows when the shirt falls to the floor. "Ra... Ranma?" His voice quivers with indecision. "Yes?" The lilt in my voice broadcasts what I know in my heart; it is too late for me. Even my voice is that of a woman; even my speech has changed to my new role. He sits up from the floor, grabbing my bare shoulders - making us equals. "Ranma, we... we can't do it like this. This... needs to be something different. We just can't have sex like this. It needs to be... I don't know... more honorable." Honorable. He wants it to be honorable. I wish it could only be so. "Ryouga... it can't work this way. I need relief; I can't hold out anymore. How can we make it 'honorable' when neither of us are leaving the room?" He swallows again; a tear falls down his cheek. "Will you... let me do the honors?" I blink. "Huh?" His calloused hands feel like sandpaper against my soft skin; the rough texture drives me mad as he moves his hands across my shoulders. I lose myself in his brown eyes as he fixes his gaze on mine. "Ranma, I... I love you. As a friend, I love you. Except for Akane, you're probably the only person who's treated me with any respect. I... I don't want you giving in totally to your instincts on this. I... how do I put it... we can make love... but we don't have to make it some sick and twisted thing." I turn away quickly. I wish he could just make it into something normal. Then, maybe, my heart wouldn't be whimpering. "How do we do that?" His hand reaches out to cup my cheek; I know what's coming next. "By loving each other, Ranma." I instinctively close my eyes as his lips approach. The kiss didn't have that charge of electricity I thought it would. I never got to really taste Akane; by the time I kissed her, my lips were dulled to the taste of women. Mikado's kiss I prefer to forget; he was no true man, and I was no woman then. Ryouga beat them all hands down; his kiss was all about warmth and sharing. It was the contact of yang and yin, his powerful masculinity to my mysterious womanhood. I felt suddenly helpless in his arms; all of my strength I ceded to him in that moment. With that one kiss, he had become man, and I woman. Our roles were understood, and we would follow them from then on. At that moment, I felt a tugging on my hips; he was beginning to pull my slacks down. I adjusted my position to make it easier for him, then watched as he threw the offending article away. At that moment, my life as a man seemed a very faraway thing indeed. It was my turn, I knew; my disguise was off, and it was time for me to remove his. I tried to restrain myself as I removed his shirt; part of me wanted to rip it from his body, revealing his chest for my soul to covet. Oh, yes. I run my hands down his hot chest, feeling every rock-hard muscle. A shame that none of the girls around Furinkan ever picked him up; he was a catch-and-a-half. Frequent workouts have made Ryouga into one of the strongest men on earth - and one of the hunkiest. Greek sculptors would have hired him for modeling duty, if he'd been around then. Fortunately, he can do more than model for me... "Oh, Ranma..." he whimpers as I rub my thumbs along his nipples. Bet he never knew how sensitive those could get... or that they're ten times more sensitive on my body. Hopefully, he'll get the hint. I move down to his waist and put my hands on his belt, my eyes glittering with excitement. "Ryouga, I love you. I don't want to hurt you - now or ever. And... I don't want us to fight anymore. It would seem... wrong." I unlatch the belt; I can almost feel the heat of his member beneath the fabric. "Okay?" He nods his assent; he's got more important things to worry about than fighting with me. "O... okay." Removing his trousers proves more difficult than I thought. After all, he still wears those leg binders. Nevertheless, I make a game out of it; while I play, while I try to add humor or seduction to it, I retain some control of me - and the last thing I want to do is lose control here. I rub my head against his crotch while unfastening his barriers, feeling him moan with each touch. I'm going to enjoy this. The first line is crossed; his manhood stands at attention beneath his boxers, while a thin line of moisture stains the silk covering my womanhood. I lie back seductively and wait for him to come to me, my body yearning for the touch of his fingers. He doesn't disappoint. Maybe it's the pheromones I'm giving off, but he's totally gone into the act. His hands reach for my shoulders; I gasp as he pushes the straps down to my arms. He slides his hands behind me, to my back; after a moment's fumbling, my breasts are released from their prison. It's much like the relief that comes from going to the bathroom; a part of me I'd been holding in is allowed to run wild - with a little help, of course. Ohhhh... I moan as he focuses his attention on those breasts. It always annoyed me how sensitive they were when I changed; now, each touch feels like fire, painful and seductive, addictive. I barely have enough sense to reach down to the waistband of his boxers; careful not to hurt Mr. Happy down there, I ease them off of his body, and let them fall to the floor. Thankfully, Ryouga's hands kept me occupied; had he not, I might have frozen at what I'd revealed. He had me almost totally stripped down before I noticed. His penis wasn't a huge thing; maybe seven inches, if I'd wanted to take a ruler to it. My own had been a bit longer, to be honest. But, it was still a penis, all throbbing and burning with hot blood. I almost collapsed when I saw it; this was what I wanted, what I *needed*... and here it was in front of me. Ryouga took my moment of awe to strip me down the rest of the way; they pushed at my stockings a bit, causing them to roll as I stood there, dumbfounded. "Ryouga?" "Yes?" I guide him down to the floor, my hand on his cheek, my eyes hungry for him. "Now." So much for foreplay. He grits his teeth; considering where his member is pointing, I can see why. I reach my hand down there to guide it in; I can't help but get in a couple of playful touches. It's just so... alive. I can see the indecision in his eyes; this is the last chance. He questions me with his eyes, questions I'd racked myself with for a week. "Now, don't worry, Ryouga. This won't be too hard..." I aim his member; I can't help but whimper as it points at the edge of the abyss, just touching there. "... I think." I try to show what happiness I can; it's hard when all I can feel is animal rutting. "Ready?" Ryouga touches the edge of my eye; was that a tear that fell down? "I... I won't forget you, Ranma." He readies himself for the first thrust. "Here I go..." He makes the first thrust, and my whole world burns in flame. He's inside of me, his manhood is inside of me; I screech as he digs deep within me. He's so warm; it feels like a furnace inside of me, building, burning... at the same time, I feel more like I was. Then as now, something is between my legs; I want it to stay, want that pressure to grow. I press, wanting more, screaming, pleading, screaming, pleading, building, pleading, more, more... more... moooooOOOOOOORRRRE!!!! The explosion inside of me rocks me to my core; every cell of my body shudders with passion. His hot seed shoots inside of me; I dimly note it as passion's fire overwhelms me. I want to hold onto it, but it feels like I'm falling... falling... *** "Wake up. Time to dream." I blink out of my slumber. I can still feel Ryouga beside me, sleeping away; unconsciously, I sink deeper into his embrace. "Who's there?" "I think you know me." He steps out of the shadows; unconsciously, I swallow. He's me. Somehow, given all I've been through, I never expected to be face-to-face with a masculine version of myself. Still, I tried to remain calm. "So. What do you want?" He looks me up and down, sadness in his eyes. "We crossed the line, didn't we?" The sigh from his lips is like a death knell. "Not that we had much choice." I blink. "Line?" His eyes cut through every question. "You know. The Line." He gestures to my bed companion, to make his point. I swallow, and look uneasy. "Oh. That line." I try to look innocent as I look up at him. "So. What do we do now?" He shrugs; he looks older than I remember myself being. "That's up to you, I guess. Have you taken a look at him?" Again, he gestures to Ryouga with his eyebrows. I'm almost afraid to look. I know what I'm going to find; I don't want to find that. I don't want to feel this way, don't want to have these feelings, shouldn't be having these feelings... .... but I do. The first words out of my mouth say it all. "Cologne lied to us about how to break it?" My other self shakes his head. "No. I think she just didn't tell the whole story. We're not out of control like we used to be. It's just that our heart's been pointed in a different direction." His hand reaches out to caress Ryouga's cheek in just the right spot; I know that touch too well. I used it - we used it - to guide Ryouga down with us. "Damn Cologne." His whisper conveys every emotion we feel, every contradiction within. Again, the question comes - questions we don't want to ask. "So what do we do? I mean, what about Akane? Do we just leave her? Or... or do we..." I can't bring myself to say it - can't bring myself to think it. He closes his eyes. "That, my dear Ranma, is up to you." My other self fades from view, leaving me alone... with him. *** "Aiyah, is too late!" The baritone voice that calls me from my rest is unfamiliar; however, that lilt and pidgin accent I'd know anywhere. I wipe the grime and moisture from my eyes; was I crying in my sleep? "Shampoo? Are you..." He was. He was remarkably huge for a man; Mousse's robes strained against his form. Had he found me before this, I could not have resisted; his masculinity almost sings to me even now. Defeat weighs down his shoulders; he leans against the house wall, dejected. "Shampoo is too late. Now Ranma love pig boy forever, and not Shampoo." I absorb the words with remarkable calm. In my sleep, I had enough time to prepare for it. "So... the way to break the lust spell... caused me to develop a love for Ryouga." The nod is all the confirmation I need. I am Ryouga's. I know it's at least partly from the spell; however, as with the koi rod, I don't care. I can't; love doesn't respect reason, only itself. "Shampoo?" Ryouga wakes up; he blinks for a moment at the Amazon's change. "Shampoo, are you all right? You look like..." "She is, dear," I quickly whisper, and nudge him back down on the bed. "Some things... happened. I'll explain later." No more waiting; all I can do is take care of myself. "Shampoo?" "Yes?" He really was handsome as a man; no way would I have been able to resist if he'd been earlier. "Please leave. Do not return." I say the words in the feminine form; I'd better get used to it, after all. "You have guided my heart irrevocably; do not attempt to steer it again." Shampoo doesn't raise his eyes. "Hai. Shampoo... will. Shampoo sorry this happen. Will leave forever." In a flash, he leaps out the window; the room is left to two. The end is near. I turn around, my blue eyes locked onto Ryouga's dark brown. He really does have lovely, soulful eyes, if you're looking at that sort of thing. "Ryouga?" "Yes?" I bite my lip. "Do you... love me?" No beating around the bush, no delays; either he does or he doesn't. If he doesn't... I don't know what I'll do. Probably die, I guess. He looks at me curiously, as if for the first time. Wonder crosses his features; he sees with new eyes, just like I do. I know, before he says the word, what his final choice will be. He opens his mouth, a broad grin in his features; his hands move to caress me beneath the covers, giving promise of an encore performance. The kiss is all the answer I need. I never thought my life would come to this... but you'll never hear me complain. ****************************************************************** Heh. Never thought I'd end the millenium with something like this... This actually came from several sources. There was this little idea I was toying around with, one I thought would be nice to contribute to the Ranko and Ryouga page. Then there was this picture of Onna-Ranma at Titleist, showing her in breathtaking black lace and nylon. Then, there was just this little hentai mind here. ^_^ To be honest, this was *tough*. The work came a few paragraphs at a time; keeping focus longer than that on something this intense was almost impossible. This took about two months to actually get done, as the work was very slow going. I now actually have a lot more respect for *good* citrus-for-the-sake-of-citrus lemon writers; to do such work well is remarkably difficult. Thanks to all the people who preread this: Richard, Zen, Bast, Sean, andrew, Kaoru, Kevin, Isaac, Doug, Hitomi, Mike, and Dan. Also, if you want to put in your two copper-coated zinc pieces, please do. I wish you and your respective clans a happy new year. Take care, all, and have fun. Nicholas Leifker nightelf@thekeep.org http://www.thekeep.org/~nightelf/fanfic December 31, 1999