Story idea derived from situations based off the script:
Ranma1/2: the final solution, what a pair of dips! written by Joe
Rispoli and Mike Termena of the Dayton Anima Club. again, no
copyright infringement is meant as to their storyline.
As before, all characters are owned by the great and loving Rumiko
Takahashi, and are published by Viz video and Viz comics. Characters
are used without permission, and no copyright infringement is intended
Any other non- Rumiko type characters have their own copyrights
and are also used without permission and with no infringement meant,
or are characters of my own design who were dredged up from my own
subconscious (you wouldn't like it there! it's not a pretty sight! I
don't want to go back there!!!)
This story may be freely distributed, as long as the author is
recognized, and may not be used for profit, either in part or in
whole, and the previous disclaimers are left intact.
Lemon Warning!!! some scenes in the following text are of a sexual
nature. personally, I think they are tastefully done, but if you are
offended by this type of writing, don't read them. If you read it and
are offended after my warning, don't flame me.
Hikaru sighed and shouldered his backpack easily as he waited for
the elevator to arrive, almost not noticing it's incredible weight.
Seemingly in his very early thirties, his face expressed a strange
mixture of youth and experience, one who had traveled far and seen
much in a short period of time.
But it was time to move on again, he had someone to find.
Clad in jeans, sneakers, T-shirt and jean jacket, (which did
nothing to conceal his tremendous build,) he moved lightly for his
size. At six foot four, 285 pounds, his size belittled the power in
his frame.
In a way, he was sorry he had to leave. He had enjoyed himself
in this plush hotel with all it's modern conveniences, even though it
Did go against his Naturalist sensibilities.
Well, it's nice to do something different every once and awhile,
he thought as he pulled his long hair back into a pony tail, then
adjusted the four strand bone choker around his throat, And if one
thing can be said about me, it's that I'm always doing something
different.
Just then the elevator doors opened and he stepped forward,
something bumping into his chest. Looking down, he saw a young
couple sprawled out on the elevator floor.
"Gomen!" he reached down and helped Ranma and Akane back to their
feet, "I didn't see you there, please forgive me."
"S-sure, no problem," Akane stuttered, this guy was tall! Taller
than Kuno, even.
"No harm done," Ranma agreed, taking Akane's hand.
Hikaru noticed their clothes then, "Are you two Newlyweds?"
he asked, a slow smile growing.
"Hai, as of today, we became Mr. and Mrs. Tendo," they showed him
their rings.
"Congratulations," Hikaru bowed and stepped aside for them, then
watched as they ran down the hall, hand in hand.
Ah, it was so pleasing to see young ones in love, he thought as
he boarded the elevator down, proof that the Circle does go 'round.
It's been, what, eight, no Ten years since he was that young and
in love.
The doors opened and he walked out into the lobby towards the
front desk, Well, no need to depress myself, plenty of time to do that
on the road.
"Good evening sir, did you enjoy your stay?" the man behind the
front desk asked.
"Sure did," Hikaru replied, turning in his doorkey, "I'm off to
find the Nerima district. Do you know what direction Tokyo is in?"
The door opened to allow Ranma and Akane into the room. Slowly
they stepped in, surprised at the size and luxury of the room.
"Wow, is this room something, or what?" Ranma asked as they
removed their shoes, this place was better that the rooms they'd had
before.
"Sure is," Akane agreed, shutting the door (after checking the
hallway for eavesdroppers) when she turned around, it was to see
Ranma running around the suite.
"Look Akane!" Ranma squealed as she bounded into a room, then came
running back out, "there's a kitchen and everything!" she disappeared
into another room.
Akane quickly followed, surprised at how Ranma was acting, and
found the bedroom. Akane could see a large balcony, while Ranma stood
in the doorway to the large Japanese bathroom.
"Wow, what a view," Akane sighed, moving towards the balcony.
"Akane, I need to talk to you for a moment," Ranma asked, suddenly
serious.
Akane turned away from the balcony and walked over to her, "What?"
"There's something that's been bothering me for awhile now,"
Ranma looked up, her eyes tearing, "I haven't been able to mention it,
but I have to now."
"What? What is it, love?" Akane was starting to grow concerned.
"Akane, I--I can't get out of this dress."
Akane looked surprised, "My, aren't you bold tonight," he said,
eyebrow rising.
"No, you don't understand, I can't get out of this dress!" Ranma
started bouncing from foot to foot, "Kasumi musta put a whole boxful
of pins in this thing and I've been in it all day and if I can't get
it off soon I'm gonna embarrass myself!"
Akane glared at her as he realized what she meant, then roughly
turned her around and started pulling out pins, loosening the back.
"Thanks Akane!" The kimono went flying through the air as the
door to the bathroom slammed shut.
"Honestly, she's such a jerk sometimes," Akane turned and walked
back out onto the balcony, dropping his jacket on a chair and
loosening his collar.
Akane looked out over the railing up at the night sky. Although
the sun had set only a little while ago, and the lights of the city
were visible, the sky was clear and Akane was easily able to pick out
the brighter seasonal constellations. Akane sighed, finally able to
relax.
No, that wasn't true, he *couldn't* relax. Akane caught himself
drumming his fingers, If only I had some cinder blocks to break, he
thought, I thought that since the wedding was over, my nerves would
calm down, but...
Akane sighed. No, what was making him nervous was what Dr. Tofu
had described as his `husbandly duties', things that were to be
expected of him, and how to do them.
Would Ranma really be that demanding, Akane wondered silently,
better yet, what was Ranma thinking that *he* would expect? this
transformation was very difficult...
A pair of hands slid around his waist, causing Akane to startle,
as Ranma nestled into his back.
"What's wrong, Akane-kun?" Ranma asked.
"You startled me, I never sensed you, Ranma-chan" Akane growled.
He felt Ranma flinch at the suffix, and patted her hands.
"I'm uncomfortable too, love," Akane agreed, "it takes time."
"Want to talk about it?" Akane turned in her arms and held Ranma,
noticing that she'd changed into one of the hotel robes.
"It's nothing..."
Ranma shifted and kissed Akane softly on the lips, "Don't close up
on me dear," she said softly, "We've been more honest with ourselves
the last few days than we've been the last two years."
Akane sighed again, touching his forehead to hers, "I'm... nervous
as to tonight."
"As in... the wedding night?" Akane nodded.
Ranma's stomach gurgled in apprehension. This had been a worry
for her as well. She had appreciated Kasumi's talk on `bridal
training' and `wifely duties', but it had only seemed to confuse an
issue she thought was already clear.
Ranma took a step back to look up into Akane's eyes, "Is it
because of what Dr. Tofu told you, or... " Ranma started to ask,
trailing off.
"Or... ?" Akane prodded when she paused.
There really wasn't a `or', but as Ranma tried to think of one,
something like a door seemed to open in her mind.
"Or... are you nervous because your being asked to perform as a
man?" Ranma finished, briefly squeezing Akane's shaking hands.
"I-- I never thought about that..." Akane said, a whole new wave
of implications flooding his mind at that question. Akane walked away
to the other side of the balcony, then turned to face her, "Think
about it, I was a female up until a few days ago, and you were the
male, for the most part. But all of that's changed now. What roles
do we play? Can we even play them?"
"You mean which one of us is going to be the husband, and which
one the wife? who's the man, and who's the woman?" Ranma paused for a
moment, "We've really been through an emotional wringer lately,
haven't we?" she walked forward and offered her hand, "Let's go inside
for awhile."
Akane raised a eyebrow at his new wife, Ranma was acting very
strange, gentle, even... kind.
Ranma led Akane back into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed,
kneeling behind him in the middle. She slid Akane's suspender's off
his shoulders and tugged at his shirt.
"W- what are you doing?' Akane asked, now even more nervous.
"Take this off, I'll rub your shoulders if you want," Ranma only
smiled at Akane's confused look.
Rub my... shoulders... Akane thought as he turned back around,
Ranma, what has gotten into you? Akane fumbled at and removed his
cumberbun and shirt, then picked nervously at his undershirt, very
conscious of Ranma's warm presence behind him.
Ranma leaned forward and kissed the back of Akane's neck, then
tugged at the undershirt. "Take this off too, love."
Akane nervously pulled his shirt off after a moment, then crossed
his arms in embarrassment over his chest, trying to relax. He was a
guy now, he was with his wife now, no need to be embarressed without a
shirt, married couples did this all the time, it was okay... then he
trembled as he felt Ranma's small but strong hands slide up his back,
warming his suddenly cool skin. Gently, Ranma started to knead the
muscles in his neck and shoulders.
"I've been thinking about this for awhile," Ranma started, "I
don't think that we should take what we were told that seriously. I
know that Kasumi meant well, and in a way I'm glad she told me what
she did, it could be useful," she felt Akane's shoulders relax, and
started on his upper back, "but I'm not interested in being the best
wife for you, or the best woman. Or even the best husband, for that
matter..."
Akane turned partially and just glared at her, his anger starting
to rise, but Ranma interrupted before he could speak.
"I want to be the best *partner* for you, Akane-kun, whether
you're man or woman. I don't want to be restricted by what others
think I should do, I want to do what *we* think is best, to play the
parts that we want." Ranma turned the stunned Akane back around and
started running her thumbs up along his spine, "So many of our
choice's have been taken away from us, this is our chance to make
them for once. Whatever we decide, it'll be because *we* want to."
"And whatever happens... we should let it come naturally?" Akane
asked softly.
"What's wrong with that?" Ranma asked, running a hand up through
Akane's short hair, "A man, a woman, both with the most natural
feeling in the world? Who can say we're wrong?"
Akane turned to face her and quietly contemplated her for a
moment. This was a side of Ranma he'd only daydreamed about, one
that didn't insult or make fun of him, one that thought about his
feelings as well, "Ranma... it's... odd to hear you talk like this...
it's... very mature." Akane murmured finally.
Ranma felt as if the door suddenly slammed shut. Had she really
said all that? "Uh, yeah well... maybe I'm just, like you know...
letting my feelings show..." she mumbled nervously.
"I'm glad you are," Akane said softly, sliding closer to her,
"it's very touching to hear."
Ranma looked up into Akane's starry eyes, "Um, Akane... d- do you
feel the same way?"
"About making our own choices? about being there for each other?
of course I do... " Akane leaned closer, slowly closing the distance
between them. He felt his heart racing, and wondered if Ranma's was
as well, "Or do you mean the way I feel now?" he breathed as he
kissed her.
Akane kissed her longingly, his right arm moving around Ranma's
waist to pull her closer as Ranma's arms encircled his neck. The
kisses became deeper as their lips parted, Akane's tongue reaching out
to slowly explore Ranma's mouth. Ranma drew back slightly, her mouth
tingling, then traced a line of light kisses along his jaw and down
his throat, causing Akane to sigh.
Ranma's hand's came down to Akane's shoulders, as Akane's right
hand came around to her stomach, his left arm holding him up. Akane
stopped when he reached the sash holding the robe closed. Looking
deeply into her eyes, Akane saw Ranma's slight nod and undid her sash,
opening the robe and lowering it from her shoulders.
Akane raised an eyebrow at what he saw, then gave a short giggle,
"Ranma, did you wear those at the wedding?"
Ranma looked down at her undershirt and boxer shorts, "What's
wrong with these? they're comfortable."
"You are such a tomboy," then as Ranma started to protest Akane
kissed her again, taking long to come up for air, and sliding his hand
over her stomach. Akane concentrated on the response he wanted, as
Dr. Tofu had suggested, and was rewarded by a warm sigh from Ranma.
Ranma sighed, not breaking the kiss, as she started to feel a warm
tingling in her stomach under Akane's hand. She reached behind Akane
and slid her hands up his well muscled back, enjoying the feeling.
Ranma then leaned backwards, pulling Akane down on top of her.
Akane sighed, feeling the length of Ranma's body under him, the
edge of her hip to his stomach, the pressure of her breasts against
his chest. Akane twitched as Ranma caressed a ticklish spot, and
started to run a trail of kisses down Ranma's throat and across her
collarbone, slightly unsure of what to do. Akane paused as he noticed
that his body was responding in a unfamiliar way to his arousal.
Akane's skin felt prickly, his heart felt like it was quivering, and
the ache that was forming between his legs was unlike anything he had
felt as a girl.
Suddenly, Ranma's tongue traced the ridge of his left ear,
bringing Akane's attention back to her.
"Hey, pay attention to me," Ranma breathed softly into Akane's ear
with a voice gone throaty, causing Akane to shudder with pleasure.
Akane tried to reach up, but found in his current position that
he was laying on his hands, so he rolled to the right to bring Ranma
on top...
...and both of them fell to the floor, having reached the end of
the bed.
Akane bolted upright, his face already flush with embarrassment
and guilt. Ranma laid on the floor, her face scrunched up as she
started to tremble.
"Oh my God! Ranma! I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you--"
Ranma took a deep breath then and howled with laughter.
"Hahaha... That was... was *priceless!*" tears were coming from
her eyes as Ranma tried to breathe, "Even... *gasp* even as a guy...
your... Hahaha!... your... such a *kultz!* Hahaha!"
Akane sat back on his knees, starting to get mad as Ranma rolled
with mirth, "I thought you were hurt!" he shouted at her in a somewhat
shaky voice.
Ranma was still laughing on the floor, "I never thoughtHahaha!...
that someone *gasp* could fall off-- off something as wide Hahaha...
as a b-bed, *gasp*, but if anybody could it's... a tomboy... like
*you!* Hahaha!"
That did it.
Ranma didn't notice the angry blue aura that surrounded Akane in
his fury. Reaching into hammerspace, he drew out a *large* mallet
labeled "the Ranmanator" and raised it over his head.
"Ranma No Baka!" he roared, bringing the mallet down--
what are you doing?
Akane barely stopped his strike, then tossed the mallet aside
(crushing a small chair). Here I was worried that I'd hurt her, now
I'm trying to crush her skull? Akane thought, confused and angry
still, That's not how a Warrior acts--
Now where did That thought come from?
Ranma managed to sit up, leaning against the bed as she still
giggled, but grew silent at Akane's dark expression.
"What's wrong, Akane, didn't you think it was funny?" Ranma asked.
"No I didn't!" Akane snapped at her, still mad, "I thought you
might have been hurt! I was worried about you but you have to make
fun of me! I thought we were past all of that nonsense but I guess I
was wrong! you make me so *angry!*"
Ranma looked up into her husband's eyes and grew miserable with
herself as she realized what she had said had hurt Akane. She had
thought the fall was funny, had tried to say so, but the words had
come out hurtful, and too easily to her.
"You're right Akane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Akane's angry expression softened slightly at this. Apologies
from Ranma were still scarce enough that they calmed his anger. "Ranma
no Baka," Akane said again, softly smiling.
Ranma dropped her gaze from her husband's. "It takes time to
change, Akane. I'm just so used to fighting with you and denying
everything I feel for you, that sometimes the words just slip out. I
don't want to hurt you Akane," Her voice was barely a whisper at this
point. Looking up, Akane could see tears in Ranma's eyes, "Just
remember, that no matter what I say Akane, I will always love you."
Akane could see the hurt in Ranma's eyes, and a tightness that he
hadn't realized was there finally left Akane's chest. Gently he
reached down and brushed her cheek, wiping away the tears. This is
the Ranma I love, he thought. Leaning down to Ranma, Akane's lips
brushed Ranma's, starting the previous passion to rise again in them
both.
Ranma leaned into her husband, pressing her body against Akane and
kissing him deeply. Everything disappeared for them both as they
kissed. The insults, the problems of their past, their uncertain
future, just didn't matter. All that did was the heat of their two
bodies pressed together.
As she broke the kiss, Ranma wrapped her arms around Akane's
neck, and began trailing small kisses along his jawline again. Ranma
could feel Akane shivering slightly under her ministrations. Slowly
she worked along the jaw until she reached Akane's neck and down to
the hollow of his throat.
Akane sighed as he felt Ranma's soft lips move across his neck.
He could feel the unfamiliar heat and stiffening in his crotch again,
aroused by Ranma's presence. Her body was pressed tightly to him, her
breasts pressing against his chest. Akane slid his hands down Ranma's
back as he slowly broke off her kisses. Ranma glanced up into his
face. Akane noticed the deepening blush on her cheeks and the sparkle
in her eyes. Her lips were open, glistening and moist.
Tightening his grip on Ranma, Akane amorously kissed her. Slowly
the kiss deepened as he gently explored Ranma's mouth with his tongue.
Ranma's small hands ran along his back, caressing his shoulders and
running her small fingers down his spine, leaving a tingling trail of
pleasure at their passing.
Still kissing her, Akane lifted Ranma in his arms and placed her
on the bed. As he laid her down, Akane broke the kiss and gazed at
his wife. Ranma smiled back at him and sat up to kiss him again.
Fervently, Akane returned the kiss, his hands moving over Ranma's
body... following the curves of her form... feeling the soft
resistance of her flesh. Breaking the kiss, he slid his hands down to
her waist... grasped her undershirt, and slowly pulled it up.
Ranma lifted her arms and allowed Akane to pull the shirt over
her head. She could feel the heat rising in her loins from the close
contact with Akane. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps as her
mind tried to understand the strange but pleasant sensations coursing
through her body. Akane's strong hands were flowing over her body...
stroking her skin... running along the firm muscles of her stomach...
sliding up to her breasts. Involuntarily she gasped in pleasure as
his hands reached her breasts and began to knead the soft flesh.
Akane could feel Ranma's nipple hardening under his palm as he
slowly caressed her breast while his other hand slid to the small of
her back and gently laid her back onto the sheets. Continuing to
kneed the soft warm flesh of her breast, Akane leaned down and kissed
her neck, his tongue sliding down to the hollow of her throat, where
he began to kiss her again.
He left a trail of small kisses as he moved down her body to her
flat stomach, Ranma moaning softly underneath him. As he reached her
stomach he moved back up to her other breast and gently kissed the
nipple before drawing it into his mouth.
Ranma arched her back, pressing her breasts against Akane as jolts
of pleasure shot through her body. Akane's tongue slowly circled her
nipple as he sucked on her breast... the other nipple being massaged
and tweaked by Akane's free hand. Reaching around Akane's broad back,
Ranma pulled him into her body, moaning softly with pleasure in rhythm
to Akane's suckling.
Warmth began to spread in her stomach as her heart beat faster...
her blood pumping in her ears... She pushed her hips against Akane's,
feeling the warm bulge of Akane's sex pressing into her leg.
"A-A-kane," Ranma whispered, her voice low and throaty with pleasure.
Akane was lost in the sensations of Ranma's body... the feel of
her soft skin... the taste of her breast... his aroused organ pressing
and rubbing against Ranma's leg sent tingles of pleasure through his
body. He heard Ranma moan his name and glanced at her face. Her lips
were parted and her eyes were closed. Her head and shoulders were
pressed back against the sheets as she arched her back and hips into
him... wanting more.
Akane understood what she wanted and began to move down her body
once again, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach as he made
progress towards her hips. Once there he slid his hands to the waist
of Ranma's boxers and slowly tugged on them. Ranma lifted her hips to
allow Akane to remove the boxers. He slid them off of her hips,
revealing her inverted triangle of red, curly hair covering her sex.
From there he pushed the boxers past her ankles and onto the floor.
Ranma spread her legs slightly as she felt the boxers slip off her
ankles. She could feel Akane's warm body pressed against her thighs
and lower legs... his warm breath caressing her inner thigh and hips.
Akane lay pressed against Ranma's legs, his head hovering above
her hips. Sitting back on his legs, Akane spread Ranma's legs by
running his hand up her leg to her thigh, stopping short of her sex,
before continuing back down the inner thigh and back up again, this
time brushing her fingers against the lips of Ranma's sex... slowly
spreading the petals.
Ranma was awash in the new feelings coursing through her body...
the fingers running up her thigh were teasing yet sensual. They made
her want more, desire more from Akane. A aching need was growing in
her stomach, then she gasped as Akane brushed against her sex, waves
of pleasure shuddering through her body. She felt Akane lean his body
back over hers, his lips brushing hers. Ranma kissed him back, her
hands running across his back.
Akane ran his finger along the length of Ranma's sex... his
fingers brushed her clitoris causing Ranma to gasp in pleasure. Slowly
he began to rub her clitoris... Ranma moaned and writhed underneath
him... he could feel the warmth in her sex... the wetness as she
became more and more aroused. Sliding down Ranma's body, Akane
positioned his head between Ranma's thighs and looked up into the
exposed pink petals of her sex.
He moved his fingers down to her entrance as his tongue took the
place of his fingers at her clitoris. He instantly tasted the sweet
honey of Ranma's sex as he began to manipulate her clitoris with his
tongue... his finger pushed at her entrance sliding a bit into the
warm, moist passage.
Ranma gasped as she felt Akane's finger enter her. Clenching her
inner muscles she pushed her hips against Akane's face, gentle waves
of pleasure rolling over her as Akane continued to manipulate her sex.
His finger moving inside her in a steady rhythm with his tongue,
Ranma moved her hips with Akane, the tension and pleasure building
with each stroke. She concentrated on the pleasure of Akane's
ministrations... wave after crescendoing wave of pleasure taking her
slowly to the brink... her muscles tightening around first the single
invading finger... then another... the almost inhuman ecstasy aroused
by Akane licking... nibbling... and suckling her clit. Moaning, her
body writhing under Akane, Ranma pressed her hips into Akane's face,
trying to intensify the feeling, reaching for her climax. Then the
pleasure was receding as she felt Akane stop.
Opening her eyes Ranma glanced down towards Akane, almost
disappointed, "Please, don't stop..." she whispered and then saw Akane
slipping off his pants and boxers. Fascinated, Ranma stared at
Akane's aroused manhood, expectantly waiting... then he was leaning
back down over her... his lips brushing her lips... her neck...
nibbling her ear. She could feel the hard hot length of Akane's asoko
rubbing against her inner thigh, the head brushing her sex. She felt
as Akane clumsily tried to find her opening, missing with the
unfamiliar body. Ranma somehow understood this, as she continued to
feel Akane missing. Gently she slid her hand down and grasped Akane's
manhood, the warm flesh tingling in her hand, as she guided Akane to
her sex and... into... her.
Ranma gasped as she felt Akane slowly penetrate her. Her virginal
tunnel expanding around the large member, as it moved slowly inside
her. It felt so good, she wanted Akane to fill her... make her
whole...
Akane had fumbled a bit at first being unfamiliar with his male
body, but Ranma had sensed his need and guided him to her opening.
He felt the tip of his sex enter her moist sex. He gasped as he felt
the muscles tighten around the tip... the warmth enfolding him as he
pushed deeper into her. He finally came in contact with Ranma's
hymen, a small string of resistance in his path. Kissing Ranma he
whispered, "This might hurt a bit." Ranma simply gazed back at him
and smiled softly.
Taking a breath, Akane pulled slightly back and thrust his hips
against Ranma. He heard Ranma cry out in pain, then moan in pleasure
as he drove into her. Akane was soon lost in his own pleasure as he
was surrounded by Ranma's tight warm flesh.
Slowly he began to move, pumping in and out of her, the pleasure
mounting with each stroke as Ranma's inner walls grasped his asoko.
Ranma moved with Akane on the sheets, following his lead as they moved
together in a slow, sensuous dance. She pressed her hips firmly into
Akane on each downstroke, trying to feel his entire length inside
her, concentrating on the wave after wave of pleasure coursing through
her body. She slid her arms about Akane's neck and kissed him softly,
and then more insistently as their pace increased.
Akane was moaning as he continued to move within Ranma. The
tension and heat in his groin mounting with each stroke. Ranma moved
with him, her legs locked lightly around his waist as she moved in
rhythm. His breathing came in shallow gasps... his heartbeat racing.
He had never felt something so intense as this. Pleasure filled his
body with each stroke, bringing him closer and closer to climax. He
could feel every inch of Ranma's form pressed against him... her
hardened nipples brushing his chest, her lips kissing his... the
smoothness of her inner thigh rubbing his... the tight moist length
gripping his shaft as he slid in and out of her with increasing speed.
Both of them moaned and cried out as they continued... reaching
towards climax. Ranma could feel the pressure building inside her,
begging for release. She was almost there, the rhythm picking up,
bringing her more and more intense pleasure, and then she was there,
everything built into one massive wave that crashed over her.
She felt Akane push deeply into her as she arched her back, her
inner muscles tightening around the center of pleasure... her world
exploded as she cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm washed over her...
"Aaakaanee!" She cried out...
Akane was at the limit, he could feel the pressure mounting, the
tightening in Ranma's muscles... the increased pace. In and out he
slid... faster and faster... building towards his climax. He could
hear Ranma's breathing becoming quicker... shallower. He could feel
her body pressing against her, and then he could take no more as the
tension and pleasure became too much. Shoving his hips hard against
Ranma, he buried himself in her as deeply as possible. The pleasure
becoming unbearable, turning into ecstasy as he felt Ranma tighten and
arch against him, and then he was there, exploding inside her, his
seed spurting into her womb and canal. Akane cried out as the orgasm
hit him, washing over him, taking him away from everything.
Collapsing on top of Ranma, Akane sighed, the euphoric joy of
their love making seeping through his body. Ranma's arms slipped
around him, holding him close to her, her lips brushing his.
"That was wonderful, love," Ranma said softly, "I never thought
it could be so wonderful." She kissed Akane again, taking a long time
before breaking it.
Akane shifted to the side and smiled down at Ranma after the kiss.
A joyful glow filled her face, her eyes sparkled with pleasure and
mischief. A beatific smile crossed her lips, and Akane was simply
overcome with his love for Ranma.
Leaning down, he kissed her again and whispered, "I love you. I
always will love you." Ranma returned the kiss amorously, her hands
running along Akane's strong back. Akane felt himself responding to
Ranma's touch. The heat was starting to rekindle in his groin.
Ranma smiled as she felt Akane's response along her thigh. On
impulse she rolled so that Akane was pinned beneath her hips. Seated
on her husband's hips, Ranma smiled mischievously down at Akane, "I
think it will be a long night for both of us love," Ranma kissed Akane
again, she would make sure it was a long night.
end for now ;-)
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Arthor's notes: okay, This was going to be the second part of my
storyline, but it seemed to stand better as a side story instead.
The actual bedroom scene was written by Joseph "Ashira" Kohle, who
did me a big favor by writing it for me, and who did a great job of
writing it.(thankyou!thankyou!thankyou!) many arigatos to him, as he
has a great writing style. I also want to say thanks to Omnedon and
Drizzet of proofreading this mess for me.
I'm hoping that this is recieved well by those of you who liked
"Ascending Changes 1", and hopfully part two will be out a lot faster
than it took to do this. part of what took so long was minor stuff
like work, food, sleep, and other things like that that I really need
to learn how to do without.
Any sort of C&C will be read and appreciated. Remember, C&C is
one of the best tools for improving writing.
Comments, questions, insults, and odd comments can be sent to:
[email protected] or [email protected]
send to subject: Ridgewolfe
If you need Ascending Changes 1, go to
http://idt.net/~jallen9/ranma.html or you can request a copy via
e-mail from Omne [email protected]
sayonara!
Ridgewolfe
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It's nice to know that I went too far and there's a hall full of
people saying "Yes you did!" Robin Williams
