This story contains graphic depections of sexual acts. If you don't like that kind of story, then DO NOT READ ANY FARTHER! (How hard is that to understand?) If you aren't at least 18 (or whatever the minimum age is in your vicinity), DO NOT READ ANY FARTHER! (How hard is *THAT* to understand?) Performing either of those acts constitutes solely your own action, and that you did *NOT* comply with the given guidelines. I will *NOT* be held responsible for your breaking of any law by distributing this to underage people! You've been warned. Also, this story will not continue. It's a one-shot written mostly for Henry Cobb & those who asked nicely. :) (See, C&C is GOOD! Not commenting is BAD). -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Takes place right after Akane finds Shampoo in the bath with Ranma. From the moment of discovery onward, it is an alternate timeline. :) Wild Horse Charging into the Mist. (sorry, it's a pretty bad title, but it works :) A semi-parody lemon by Ben Kosse (who can't believe he's doing this) Nabiki had left rather hurridly, as did Soun and Genma, all kindly saying "Good bye" through the kitchen door. Kasumi was humming quietly to herself as she was drying dishes. A pounding sound echoed from the other room: Akane probably left an impression on Ranma yet again. The sound was becoming so routine, Kasumi didn't even loose her note in her little ditty. What did make her stop humming was the wickedly loud slamming of the door. That was new. The routine of dish-drying slowed down to a crawl as she thought of going and seeing who was missing. However, it was only moments later when a very hurt looking Ranma walked into the kitchen, his right arm tightly against his side. She looked at the dejected figure, "Are you OK, Ranma?" "Yeah. I'm just going to get an ice pack." "Let me help." Kasumi put down the plate she was drying, and grabbed a washcloth from the drawer. She also took a plastic sac and filled it with ice. Using a sturdy glass, she crushed the ice a little, and wrapped the bag in the washcloth. "Here Ranma." Ranma was sitting at the table. He gratefully accepted the ice pack and placed it against his bruised ribs, inside his shirt, wincing at the contact. "Ranma...." Kasumi looked at the teen, he had seen better days. To be honest, he probably would have fared better fighting a god. "Ranma, what happened?" "I don't want to talk about it." They looked at each other for a long time. Kasumi was crying inside for Ranma. "Ranma.... Please don't do this. Tell me what happened." Again, a long pause. A battle of patience had ensued, one which Ranma was destined to loose. Finally, he snapped, exploding in a rage which was focused only through his words. "SHE JUST DOESN'T LISTEN TO ME! I DIDN'T PLAN FOR HER TO END UP IN THE DAMN BATH! AKANE JUST WALKED IN AND THOUGHT I WAS SCREWING SHAMPOO! I COULDN'T EXPLAIN, I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!" "Oh my." Then the full enormity of what Ranma had said sunk into her mind. That would explain why Akane left in such a huff, Kasumi thought to herself. "Oh my." Ranma was trying not to cry, but was shaking with the effort. He wasn't crying from the pain in his side, but the thought that he lost Akane forever. He didn't want to hurt her like this, but somehow, something always got in the way. Something wouldn't let him have Akane. Kasumi sat down beside him, and moved close. She pulled him close, trying to comfort the twice-cursed boy. Finally, his head against her breast, he began to truely cry. She started stroking his hair absentmindedly, almost like she was petting him. Finally, Ranma stopped crying. He started to get up. Kasumi asked: "Are you going to be fine, Ranma?" "Yeah. I'm just going to my room to sulk." She followed him upstairs, wanting to make sure that he was truely going to be fine. She couldn't figure out what it was that Akane hated about him so much. He noticed that she was following, and was silently thankful. Now that he had actually admitted his feelings, he thought that it was a lot nicer to have a compassionate shoulder to cry against than nothing. "Ranma, can I do anything for you?" Kasumi asked Ranma while he sat down on his futon. He grunted his affermation, and she understood what he wanted, sitting beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. The warmth of her body started to work its way into Ranma's cold side, bringing a wonderful feeling to his wounded ribs. A wonderful contrast to the cold ice pack. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her only slightly closer. As wonderful as she felt, his ribs were bruised after all, and there was a limit to the pressure which could be applied without causing extreme pain. "Kasumi, thank you." Ranma turned towards Kasumi after he said that, looking towards her face. "What for?" The two looked at each other for a long time, trying to discern what was happening. "You're always there for me. You're so kind and considerate.... It's almost like you understand me. It's so nice to have someone here I can be honest with, someone who doesn't just hit me all the time." He sniffled a little bit. "R-Ranma?" Her eyes melted into his. She was beginning to regret having said that Akane would be the one to get Ranma. She liked his humor, and even his sarcasm was nice sometimes. Besides, she couldn't deny that he was cute. "Kasumi. C-Can I be honest again?" She nodded her affirmation. He took a long time before he continued, speaking so rapidly it took Kasumi a few moments to decipher his words. "I wish I had been engaged to you." It was a tremendous weight off his mind, yet he was afraid of what she might say. "Ranma. I-I feel the same way." They looked at each other, and slowly, they moved closer and closer. Sparks could almost be seen between their eyes as their lips almost touched. "Ranma." They kissed. Gently at first, then emotion overcoming their rational minds, harder. Kasumi reached, blindly, for Ranma's other hand, her right hand already holding his right hand, fingers intertwined. Finally she reached it and grasped it. They continued for at least five minutes before Ranma broke off. Kasumi just gasped, "Oh my!" Ranma looked into her eyes. There was something burning there which he had never seen before. Little did he know, the same fires of love were burning in his eyes as well. Kasumi had broken the Akane's unintended spell. Kasumi pulled Ranma around to completely face her, and she advanced her mouth onto his, again. Their kiss was even more passionate this time, as all thoughts of Akane had vanished from Ranma's mind. Kasumi pulled Ranma close, and in so doing, caused the ice pack to fall onto the futon, forgotten. She had pulled him too far, though, and the two fell onto the floor, Ranma instinctively rolling so that Kasumi landed on top. A position she quickly brought to her further advantage by wrapping Ranma's legs up in hers. This did, however, seperate their lips. "Kasumi? W-What are you doing?" Ranma panted, enjoying what was happening, even if he didn't know why it was happening. "We've been so rude to you, Ranma," she told him, as her face moved closer to Ranma's ear. She then began whispering, "This, Ranma, is," she kissed his ear once, "my apology," another kiss, "and my love." She moved her mouth to his neck, and released her grip with her right hand, worming it down to his pants, and caressing his rear. Ranma went bug-eyed, and was about to speak, when Kasumi's beautiful lips enveloped his own, and all sounds became muffled moans, which Kasumi took as encouragement to continue. She slid her hand to the front of his pants, feeling his balls and stiffening member. With that touch, Ranma ceased all protests, knowing that Kasumi was fully willing and intending to carry this through. Yes, she knew what she was doing. His pants slid down slightly, then were pushed down by Kasumi's foot. Her hand never strayed, continuing its ministrations, though she did break the kiss, finally. "Kasumi...." Ranma's voice was surprised, happy, and shocked all at once. He couldn't stop her now, mainly because he didn't want to stop her. He moved his free hand up to her dress, and began unbuttoning the intrusive garment while her free hand worked nimbly on his Chinese top. Needless to say, she quickly found herself helping Ranma remove the dress. Eventually, the difficult apparel was cast aside, leaving Kasumi's beautiful body clad in a conservative white bra and panty ensemble. Ranma was left only in his, though they were around his ankles. Ranma moved his hand to Kasumi's chest and slid inside her bra, kneeding her white breast, massaging it, and flicking at her hardening nipple. His other hand slinked to her panties, intending to leave her as clothed as he was. Not a difficult task considering Kasumi's desire. What she wasn't expecting were the two fingers which snaked up to her eager pussy, rubbing her lips while the thumb caressed her mound. It was her turn to moan her desire. "Ranma," was all she panted, and he knew that she was ready for more. Slowly, he rolled her over, onto her back, making sure to place a pillow down on the floor to make her more comfortable. The ice pack teetered dangerously on the edge of the futon. Ranma moved to the top and began kissing Kasumi again, tenderly. Her hands found his now very firm cock, and slowly pulled him closer and closer. Finally, he entered her now wet pussy, working his way in deeper, until he felt an obstruction. Instantly, he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. Hands found their way onto his butt, and rammed him home. A gasp escaped his lover's lips, but it was so quickly followed by a moan of pleasure that Ranma knew the pain was short lived. His mouth decended to her breasts and alternated which nipple it teased. His hands worked either on her breasts or on her sex, depending on which side his mouth was. The whole time, he was sliding in and out of her tight cunt, building up a steady pace, firmly controlling all his muscles. He would make sure she was fulfilled before he was. This couldn't continue forever, though, and soon Kasumi was beginning to feel an orgasm approaching in her. It started as a small, almost ticklish feeling in her belly, but spread slowly downward, increasing in intensity. Ranma brushed the futon in one particularly forceful jab, and felt a very cold feeling on his back. "Shit!" The first half the word was Ranma's normal voice, the second a high pitched girl's voice. Kasumi didn't know what had happened as her eyes were closed. She strained for Ranma's cock, not finding it. Just as she was about to open her eyes, a warm, moist object began sliding up and down her pussy, then in. Deeper and deeper it went. Ranma had reacted the only way his martial arts training would allow: he improvised. Sure, he had read about licking a girl before, but hadn't thought it would happen quite like this. Kasumi still hadn't opened her eyes, but Ranma didn't bother to tell her what happened, instead she dropped her mouth to her lover's crotch and began sliding her tounge over the moist area. When she finally started to penetrate Kasumi's pussy, she did it so slowly that Kasumi didn't know it was only a toungue. Ranma felt hands grasp her head and pull her in closer. Then Kasumi's startled "Oh my!" reached Ranma's ears and she stopped licking. "What happened Ranma?" "The ice pack fell." "Oh." They looked at each other. Neither really wanted to stop, but Kasumi had a problem with their position. She couldn't help Ranma-chan like this. "Turn around Ranma." She complied, and Kasumi pulled the red mound to her mouth. It wasn't what she had planned, but she could imagine Ranma as a guy, not that it really mattered as soon as the redhead began her oral administrations again. Kasumi was so close to an orgasm before, that the effect of stopping actually made her actual orgasm even more intense. Her legs clasped Ranma's head, pulling the girl closer, and forcing Ranma's nose into her cunt. Ranma couln't breath, so she tounged Kasumi even harder, until the girl shook from head to toe in pleasure. Ranma managed to pull her head back and was about to breath, when a sprinkle of fluid splashed into her nose. Kasumi had such an intense orgasm, she had squirted some of her fluid onto Ranma's face. Ranma got one good breath, then Kasumi's tounge found her clit, and proceeded nibble it with her teeth. The effect was more than Ranma had expected, and she sat straight up, grabbing Kasumi's head and reciprocating the favor of shoving Kasumi's nose into her pussy. "Mnnff," Kasumi replied, probably "Oh my," but Ranma didn't care. This was the best thing that had happened to her since the curse, and just as she was climbing off her peak of an orgasm, two fingers found her cunt, and sent her back into another cloud. When she finally came back to the ground, she collapsed forward, resting against Kasumi's leg. Kasumi had fingered herself to another orgasm, during the time Ranma was cumming. Ranma was exhausted; Kasumi had a sheepish grin on her face, realizing what had happened. She moved out from under Ranma, and helped her onto the futon, covering her with her clothes and a blanket. Then, she dressed and left the now soundly sleeping redhead. This should probably be our little secret, Kasumi thought to herself as she closed the door. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- There, it's done. I'll take my dollar now, Henry. :) -- Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess. Member of ShAS. Anime, RPG's, computers, poetry (read/write), music (listen/compose). Author of the Bubblegum Crisis theme pack (see the homepage below). Homepage with anime and other interests. (http://www.rit.edu/~bmk7411)