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(Mine!)
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NOTE! THIS IS A LEMON FAN-FIC! IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS TYPE OF
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Why Do We Fight?
REAL REASONS
The early morning silence at the Tendo Dojo was broken by the
high- pitched "Bwee"ing and the deeper voice screaming over it.
"Slept in Akane's bed again, didn't ya Mr. P!" Ranma roared after
the high velocity porcine, trying to smack him with a wet towel as
they tore through the upstairs.
"Bwee! Bwee! PPssbbt!!" The last comment was made as P-Chan
raspberried Ranma, but his attention would have been better served up
front, as the stairs suddenly loomed in front of him. P-Chan went
flying down the stairs head over hooves as his little feet tried to
find a purchase. Ranma went down the stairs feet first, his momentum
suddenly lost.
Akane lowered her arm after the clothesline and hurried down the
stairs after Ranma, a worried expression on her face, "Ranma! I'm so
sorry! are you all right?" She helped the groggy Ranma back up to his
feet and lead him over to the living room table, "I didn't mean to do
that!"
"Hurg... hack.. y-you didn't?" Ranma asked shakily.
"No. I meant to do THIS!" *Punt!*
Ranma arced ungracefully into the carp pond, where a spluttering
Ranma-chan surfaced.
"Whatcha do that for!" she screamed.
"I told you, stop picking on P-Chan!" Akane yelled back, "I can't
believe your jealous of a little pig!"
"Who'd be jealous over an uncute tomboy like you!" Ranma-chan
snapped back as she climbed out of the pond.
"What did you call me?!" Akane steamed, starting to glow blue.
"You heard me! Your an uncute tomboy who's thick as a brick,
you've got hips like a cow, a face like a horse, and the temper of a
gorilla! no wonder you sleep with a pig!"
"*Die, Ranma!*" Akane pulled out her ever present mallet as she
declared Ranma season open.
* * *
Hours later, Ranma stumbled into the Dojo, trying to avoid Akane
until she had cooled down. He sat down, wincing.
"Aww man, she didn't have to hit me so hard," Ranma muttered as he
rubbed his shoulder, "Still, I guess I did say some pretty mean
things, maybe I should apologize to her later..."
Just then the wall blew up.
"Ranma! Today's the day you die!" Ryoga roared at him through the
settling dust.
"Man, Nabiki's gonna be pissed when she see's this..." Ranma
muttered, "Ryoga! your the last person I want to see right now!"
"Shut up!" Ryoga shouted as he slowly advanced, "After the way you
talked to Akane, you have no right to beg for mercy! Not only do you
have her as your fiancee, you have to be rude and heartless to her!
You string her and three others along! I can stand it no longer! is
there no end to your pervertions, you enemy of women!"
"I hardly think that your one to talk, pig-boy!" Ranma shouted
back, leaping to his feet, "Try looking at it from my point of view
once, I've got three fiancee's and I don't want *any* of them!"
"Shut up! Now you die!" Ryoga leapt forward and rained a flurry of
strikes against Ranma with his umbrella, all of which Ranma managed to
dodge. Ranma waited, then slipped a kick in past Ryoga's guard,
driving him to the floor.
"C'mon, Ryoga, the last thing we should be doing is fighting!"
Ranma snapped, "If anyone here should be mad it's me! After all--"
"Shut up!" Ryoga threw the umbrella at him, then as Ranma leapt
over it, he jumped to his feet and charged Ranma.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"
* * *
Kasumi walked into the living area from the kitchen and over to
her Father, who was playing Go with Genma- panda in there favorite
spot.
"Father, have you seen Akane or Ranma lately?" she asked in a very
Kasumi- like manner.
"Why, no, I cant say--" Soun started.
*Splash!*
"--There's Ranma now, Kasumi," Soun finished, looking out at the
carp pond where a drenched Ranma-chan stood holding a equally drenched
P-Chan. While Soun was distracted the Panda turned the Go board
around.
"Oh My."
* * *
"I think Akane might be up in her room, Kasumi," Ranma-chan told
Kasumi as she held a struggling P-Chan by his bandanna, "I'm going to
get cleaned up, ok?"
Ranma-chan stormed up the stairs, refusing to even look at the
small animal in her hands until she reached the bathroom, where she
stripped her clothes off and threw them in the hamper. After making
sure the "Do not disturb" sigh was up, she walked into the bathroom
proper and tossed P-Chan into the tub, where a spluttering Ryoga
appeared.
"Ran--" Ryoga found that he couldn't talk with Ranma-chan's hand
clamped over his mouth, so settled for glaring at her as she knelt in
front of him.
"Keep your voice down," Ranma-chan hissed, then removed her hand,
"what is your problem? I've got a hard enough time as it is without
you showing up every other day trying to kill me!"
"You know very well what my problem is!" Ryoga growled, "because
of you I've seen Hell! I'm doomed to spend the rest of my days as a
traveling Sunday dinner!"
"Hey, it's not my fault that you followed me to China!" Ranma-chan
snapped back, "it's not as if--"
"Yes it is! if you had only shown up for our duel when you were
supposed to--!" Ryoga interrupted.
"I did show up, and call it what it was!' Ranma-chan hissed.
"It was a duel!" Ryoga hissed back.
"Alright, fine! but you know very well who `skipped out' and it
wasn't me! I waited three days for you to show and you never did!
after all the trouble I went through, That's how you repay me?"
Ryoga jerked forward, coming nose to nose with Ranma-chan, "You
were stealing my bread every day for an entire semester!" he hissed.
"How else was I supposed to get your attention?" Ranma-chan hissed
back, "It's not like I could've just walked right up to you and asked
you out! that would have ruined both our reputations!" Ranma-chan
paused for a moment, "I thought we were close, then when you didn't
show up for our `duel' it really hurt!"
Ryoga seemed surprised at this and sat back, "R-Ranma--?"
"Now you keep showing up, but all you do now is ride my ass about
my supposed fiancee's or some other stupid bullshit!!" Ranma-chan's
face seemed to age as she let the stress of the last year show, her
eyes starting to water, "I like Akane and Ukyou, and I guess Shampoo
too, but as friends! I'm only engaged to them because of Pop's or some
stupid law, I don't even *like* girls! You know that! Then I've got
Akane accusing me of being jealous of a pig, when I'm jealous of
her!"
Ryoga paused for a moment, having to deal with feelings he thought
long gone. He thought he had only been a fling for Ranma, and had been
hurt too when Ranma wasn't there at the fourth day. Slowly, he
reached up and cupped Ranma-chan's face with his hand. Ranma-chan
leaned into it and clasped his hand with hers.
"I'm... sorry Ranma, but that was like... a phase I went
through... back in Junior high... I'm not like that anymore..." Ryoga
tried to say something else, but drew back as he saw Ranma-Chan's eyes
harden and she stood suddenly, storming away from him.
"Are-- are you saying you don't care for me anymore?" She choked
out, her back to Ryoga.
Ryoga stood and stepped out of the tub ("It's not like Ranma
hasn't seen it before" he mused), slowly walking up behind her, "I
thought that that's all it was for you, too." Ryoga placed his hands
on her shoulders, his own anger forgotten for once as she trembled at
his touch, "I never even thought... That's why you argue with
Akane... " Ranma-chan turned and held Ryoga around the waist, burying
her face in his shoulder. Ryoga held her for a minute, then realized
just what would be thought if someone were to see them.
"uhhh... ummm..." Ryoga cleared his throat and tried again,
"R-Ranma... don't you think we should... well..."
Ranma-chan looked up at him, then held Ryoga closer. "Yes, I
think we should," she said, then started kissing the base of his neck.
This was a surprise! "Duh... Ranma!" Ryoga hissed, " I was
serious! I only like girls now!"
Ranma-chan looked up at him again," Baka, what do you think I am
at the moment?" she asked.
Ryoga looked down and realized that what she said was true. In
his arms at the moment he held someone who was not only a former
lover, but was also a very pretty young woman. His reaction was
predictable.
"Gaaahhh!!" Ryoga tried to leap back away from her, his nose
threatening to explode, but all he did was manage to fall backwards,
Ranma-chan on top of him.
"What are... why , but, but... what if! I don't ... we can't "
Ryoga tried to get out, but Ranma-chan silenced him with a deep kiss.
She parted his lips with hers and explored Ryoga's mouth with her
tongue, then sucked his tongue into her mouth, knowing from experience
what this would do to him.
"I've wanted you for so long Ryoga, why fight? we can be together
again," Ranma-chan whispered into his ear, her breath hot. She slid
her left hand down his chest to down past his waist, where she cupped
his hardening manhood, feeling him jump at the contact, "and something
tells me you like the idea..."
Ranma-chan started running her fingers over Ryoga's member with
playfully light touches, feeling it stiffen under her attention, as
Ranma-chan kissed Ryoga deeply again. Ryoga pulled back, then was
kissing her back savagely, running his left hand up through
Ranma-chan's hair while his right slid down her back down to her
rounded ass, which he squeezed.
Ranma-chan squealed and raised herself to her arms, a hopeful look
on her face, "Aren't you the aggressive one, Ryoga!", she whispered.
"It has been a while for us," Ryoga agreed, "Although this is a
bit different," his left hand slid down her back to join his right
and, with another squeeze of her cheeks, pulled her onto him and
forward.
Ranma-chan gasped as Ryoga craned his neck and slowly licked his
tongue across her left nipple, then started to milk there, teasing her
with light nips and sucks, sending small waves of pleasure through
her. Ranma-chan arched her back, driving her breast further into
Ryoga's face, and tried to grind her hips down as a wet heat formed
down there, but Ryoga's hands held her maddeningly still. Ranma-chan
sighed as Ryoga left off, then moaned as he started on the right side.
"R- Ryoga, I need to move," she moaned, then gasped as his left
hand came back up and started playing with her right breast, squeezing
and rubbing the hardened nipple. She could feel Ryoga's chuckle.
But now she could move! sliding down, Ranma-chan kissed Ryoga
again, their tongues almost dueling, then started to kiss and lick and
suck her way down his muscular chest, pausing to nip at his nipples,
in a way that she knew would excite him the most.
Ranma-chan made her way to down past Ryoga's waist to his now
fully erect shaft. Sitting off to his right, she clenched it lightly
in her left hand, while with her right she rubbed his head roughly,
almost uncaringly. Ryoga started to squirm and buck his hips,
having to remind himself not to cry out as he tried to back away.
"Now this seems familiar," Ranma-chan continued her work, causing
strange little grunts and squeaks to come from Ryoga. By now, Ryoga
had crawled backwards to a sitting position against the tub and was
biting his lower lip to keep from crying out at the painful sensations
he was enjoying, "Now, what was it I was supposed to do? Ah! I
remember!" Then with a quick movement plunged the entire length into
her mouth.
Ryoga's hips bucked as Ranma-chan moved up and down his shaft,
sucking for all she was worth. This was familiar! her earlier
attentions had left Ryoga very sensitive, and it was all he could do
not to come right there. After a minute though he realized that he
was going to come soon regardless unless he did something as the heat
in his stomach grew tighter and tighter.
Reaching over, Ryoga pressed his hand against Ranma-chan's hot
opening, feeling how wet she was. He ran a finger across the length
of her cleft, causing Ranma-chan to shudder and moan, and parted her
petals with his fingers.
Ranma-chan paused in her attentions, moaning around Ryoga's hot
erection, as Ryoga's fingers invaded her opening. Her hips rocked
back for attention as she felt him trace her lips, then clamped down
on a cry as Ryoga pressed a finger into her clitoris, spreading a
warmth up through her belly.
Ranma-chan raised her head until only the top of Ryoga's member
was in her mouth, and started to swirl her tongue around it, wringing
a muffled moan from him as they tried not to be loud.
Ryoga then upped the ante as he pushed his thumb into Ranma-chan's
channel, then moved his whole hand, moving his thumb in and out while
moving his two fingers across her button. Ryoga marveled at how tight
she was as her channel walls gripped him.
Ranma-chan moaned around him again and quickly found his rhythm,
moving in countenance with it. Soon she was bobbing her head again to
her new rhythm as her hips ground down into Ryoga's hand, causing his
hips to buck to his hands rhythm. They worked on each other
furiously, almost daring the other to release first. Even at this,
the two were very competitive.
Ryoga was afraid that this was one competition he was going to
lose, however. His breathing was in short, ragged gasps, and it was
taking all his control not to succumb to his passion. If he didn't
do something soon... He reached with his free hand to fondle one of
her swaying breast, but the shift in position caused him to go over
the edge.
With a high pitched whimper, Ryoga bucked wildly, erupting into
Ranma-chan's mouth as the heat he felt exploded into fire throughout
his body, rolling his eyes back into his head and driving away any
conscious thought from him.
Ranma-chan's only warning was a shudder from Ryoga as her mouth
suddenly filled with the salty taste she had so missed from him, then
with a savage thrust from Ryoga's hand, Ranma-chan's own orgasm
exploded, curling her toes as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her
honey soaking Ryoga's hand as they both road their waves out.
Ryoga collapsed against the floor as Ranma-chan sat up and wiped
her mouth, both of them breathing heavy and sweating. Ranma-chan
smiled, she wasn't done yet.
Ryoga opened his eyes as Ranma-chan slowly lifted his right hand.
staring into his eyes, she started to lick her own juices off his
palm, while her right hand reached back and slowly started stroking
Ryoga's member again, keeping it from growing soft.
Ryoga knew that look! He started trying to back away further
against the tub, fear in his eyes as he realized he was trapped.
"Dahh... Dahh... Dahh..." was all Ryoga could say, feeling himself
already starting to respond again.
"What's wrong, Ryoga?" Ranma-chan asked, staring into his eyes.
She swallowed his fingers one by one, sucking them clean, "You want
more, don't you? I do, I want to feel you inside me..."
Ryoga realized he did want her still, he had forgotten how intense
Ranma could be, and how intense it made him . But should he continue?
Ranma-chan finished cleaning Ryoga's hand and pressed it against
her left breast, moving his open palm in small circles as she let her
head fall back from the sensations, "please, Ryoga, I want you, You
make me so excited!" she moaned, starting to get loud.
Jeez, she was going to bring the entire house here! his nerves on
edge, Ryoga sat up and picked Ranma-chan up by her hips, setting her
down on her hands and knees in front of him, her legs spread around
him.
"This seems familiar," Ranma-chan giggled, looking over her
shoulder.
"Shut up!" Ryoga hissed, his nerves were on edge and he was sure
someone was going to walk in. Shifting to his knees, he brought his
erect member up to Ranma-chan's opening, using it to slowly part her
petals again. Ranma-chan moaned softly as Ryoga teased her, slowly
moving his tip into her.
"Now, Be. Quiet!" Ryoga hissed, then, holding her by the waist, he
suddenly sat back and lifted her, plunging his entire length into her.
Ranma-chan's hand flew up over her mouth to stop her scream as she
was suddenly filled, then she started to moan low in her throat as she
felt Ryoga moving inside her, the pleasure like nothing she had ever
felt before. Ryoga started to pull back, then thrust forward with
his hips, amazed at how tight and wet Ranma's body was around his
member. He soon found a rhythm, and lost himself in the sensations
he was experiencing, moaning quietly as the muscles of her passage
walls pulled him in deeper.
Ranma-chan rose on her knees and moved against Ryoga's rhythm,
rising as he lowered, clenching her muscles as the now familiar heat
quickly spread thoughout her body, God, when had Ryoga gotten so
*big*!? her breathing was coming in shallow gasps as they moved
faster, straining to reach their release.
Ryoga increased his pace, moaning through clenched teeth into
Ranma-chan's ear. Ryoga's face grimaced as he fought to control
himself, wanting to feel Ranma come around him. With his right hand,
Ryoga reached around and pressed two fingers into her clit, causing
her to shudder all over as a whimper escaped from her, her back
arching. Ranma-chan's left arm reached back to the back of Ryoga's
had, trying to hang on, as Ryoga's left reached around to tease her
right breast, tweaking and pinching the hardened nipple.
"Oh god... Ryoga, Motto! Motto! uhhh..." Ranma-chan hissed, "I'm
almost... almost...Ahhhh!" She clamped her hand over her mouth again
as fire erupted through her again, driving the breath from her body
and straightening her pigtail. Her hot juices washed over Ryoga's
member, pushing him over the edge. Ryoga's hips thrashed as his seed
exploded into Ranma-chan's tight vagina, pushing his consciousness
back as stars entered his field of vision. Their muscles locked, as
waves of pleasure crashed over them again, then they collapsed against
each other, chests heaving, all the strength drained from them as they
laid there in the warmth of their bodies.
* * *
Ranma and Ryoga relaxed in opposite ends of the tub, both soaking
in the heat of the water with satisfied smiles.
Ranma shifted slightly, setting a small ripple across the water,
"So, Ryoga," he purred, "What do we tell Akane?"
Ryoga's face froze in shock, "T-tell Akane--?"
"Yeah, about us," Ranma repeated, eyes closed.
Ryoga's brain stopped working, "What about us?"
Ranma opened his eyes and stared at him, "Whatcha mean, you know
`Us'! what do we tell her?"
"Well, I don't know, what would you normally tell her?" Ryoga asked.
"What's that supposed to mean!?"
* * *
Akane stood up from her desk as the sounds of violence reached her
ears.
Confused, she looked out into the hall to see the bathroom door
blast open as a soaking wet and terrified P-Chan ran out, followed by
a boxer- clad and furious Ranma, who was swinging at him with a wet
towel.
"You little pig! I'll turn you into pork cutlets! come back here!"
he screamed as he chased P-Chan down the hall.
Sighing, Akane turned and opened her closet, Let's see, let's
see... The Four wood? no, the Nine iron would do nicely, she thought
as she took the mallet out of the bag.
"Ranma! I told you to stop picking on P-Chan!" she roared as she
ran out into the hall after them.
And life goes on.
Author notes: okay, I wrote this little Fan-fic through a three day
stretch, although the idea of "What if Ranma and Ryoga...?" had
popped into my head about a week earlier (Word of warning, get plenty
of sleep, otherwise you start writing sick things like this). This is
not a serious work, and you have probably found it to be sick and
twisted, and if you do, then I've done my job :) Actually, as long as
you got a few laughs from it, then I'm happy. Any comments or flames
can be sent to the E-mail addresses below (Please don't say "you
suck")
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
