Note: This is *NOT* the *official* sequel to �Real Man�  I wrote this
several months ago and just wanted to repost it for those who never had
a chance to see it until the *official* sequel comes out.

	Likewise, this puts my own sequel �Real Man III: When the Walls Fell�
on the shelve as well.  Perhaps when the *official* sequel comes out
I�ll consider it.  ;)


"The Secret of Morality is First Living a Lie Worth Regretting"
- Anonymous

"RANMA 1/2: A REAL MAN II: CONSEQUENCES"

(A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fanfic)

>From the Desk of Megane 6.7

This is a work of Fiction.  All Characters and Landmarks are the 
property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan Video, Kitty 
Films, Viz Video, Shonen Sunday, and anyone else who legally 
owns the rights.  

I also acknowledge that this work is based off the original parody 
Ranma 1/2: A Real Man written by Doughboy and that I did not 
come up with the original concept.

Warning:  This fanfic, if it were a movie, would probably be rated R not
X.  It contains suggestions, hints and brief descriptions of sexual
activity but nothing hard core.  If such material offends you, feel free
to delete this from your files. Otherwise, enjoy.  It's just a parody
after all.

The preciding message was the original warning.  This revision features
more graphic stuff and slight revisions.  You have been warned.


THE TENDO DOUJOU	
11:45 P.M.
	
	Ranma Saotome lay on the roof of the Tendo Doujou with his 
hands behind his back.  It was a beautiful night and the full moon was
in perfect view.  Ranma had given up trying to sleep an hour ago and 
was now content to stargaze until he fell tired.  Lost in thought, 
Ranma recalled the past events that had lead up to now....
 	

*	*	*
	
	
	It had been two weeks since the night I finally told Akane 
that I loved her.  Two weeks since I promised to myself that I didn't 
need to have meaningless encounters with girls I never truly loved
anyway.  Unfortunately this had proven most difficult for two
reasons....

	First there was the matter of telling the girls I went to 
most frequently that I was no longer available....

	Kasumi was the easiest.  She didn't seem to mind one 
way or the other whether I came to her for sex or not. I felt guilty for
all the oral pleasure she had given to me without question or regrets
but when she offered to please me one last time, I refused, not wanting
to see her mindless stare again for anything.

	Ukyou was also not that bothered, since she never initiated 
sex between us anyway, but she did ask why and at the time I realized I
couldn't just blurt out "I'm in love with Akane so I can't screw you
anymore."  That's always been a problem for me.  I usually say or do
something before I really think it through and by then it's too late. 
Although I had told her about my other sexual exploits, she still firmly
believed that I was in love with her and not just lust.  

	And I did.  I honestly did love Ucchan.  But not the way she wanted. 
Never the way she wanted....

	So I told her I just needed to recharge the batteries or some lame
excuse like that, she believed me and I managed to escape without any
injuries.

	Unfortunately, that's where the promise ended.  When I 
told Nabiki that I planned to marry Akane someday and that I 
wasn't available for cheap thrills anymore, Nabiki told me that while
she was happy that Akane and I had admitted our feelings for each other,
she had NO intention of losing her favorite boy toy, mainly me.  
My protests were greeted by a massive collection of my various sexual
exploits, all captured on film, tape recorder, and video camera.  All 
ready to be distributed throughout Nerima in an instant.  

	So with a heavy heart, I renounced my promise to Akane and fucked
Nabiki twice that night in Akane's bed at her insistance, my only
comfort is I got to use Nabiki's back door, releasing a little of my
frustration and anger at her blackmailing me.  Unfortunately she
enjoyed it more than I did.

	Then there was Shampoo.  What the hell was I thinking?  To 
tell Shampoo that I couldn't choose her after she had performed 
virtually every sexual act ever created by humanity on me and I on her
was just plain stupid.  Not to mention Shampoo HATES Akane and would
kill her if she knew the truth. 
	 
	So when I came to the Nekohanten, I ended up lying on the 
floor while Shampoo did incredible and wonderous things to my lower 
anatomy with her hands, mouth, tongue, breasts, pussy and ass.  When she
was ready for me to take over, I considered telling her that my father
was forcing me into marrying Akane, that I had absolutely no choice in
the matter and beg her not to kill me or Akane since neither of us wants
anything to do with each other but we can't disgrace our families. 
�It's a matter of Honor!  Tell her it was a matter of honor!  She's an
amazon!  She'd understand that!�  I reasoned with myself.

	But I didn't say a word.  I just grabbed Shampoo and gave 
her what she gave me twice over, bring her to climax repeatedly.  Then I
went home and came back the next night and we did it all over
again....and the next night....and the next....  

	Why you may ask did I not say anything?  Why did I chicken out and
continue to be with Shampoo when I'm supposed to be a real man now?  I
discovered that while the mind was willing, the flesh was weak, which
brings me to my second reason for not keeping my promise....
	
	I was completely addicted to sex.

	Going without it proved most difficult.  I had thought I 
could use Mr. Hand to substitute until I married Akane but quickly 
discovered that Mr. Hand was a VERY lousy substitute for the real 
thing, especially considering the number of women I've had.  Part 
of me was relieved that Nabiki was blackmailing me into continuing 
our affair.  Shampoo was the final nail in the coffin though.  I 
NEEDED sex.  Soon after my promise to Akane, I started remembering all
my one night stands since coming to Nermia.... 
			Hinako.... 
			Kasumi....
			Azuza....

	Yes, that's right, Azuza.  You probably want to know how 
THAT came around huh?  Well it happened shortly after our battle 
at the ice rink.  Azuza still wanted her Charlotte, her pet name for 
P-Chan, and had managed to kidnap him and bring him back to her 
house.  I wouldn't have cared less about it but Akane was crying over 
the disappearance of the little runt so I knew I had to get him back.

	When I snuck into her home, sex was the last thing on my 
mind, especially after I saw her room....talk about a toy store from 
HELL!  I just wanted to find Ryouga and get out of there alive 
when Azuza walked into her room, dressed in some silky pink 
lingerie and looking quite surprised by my presence.  I demanded to 
know where P-Chan was and Azuza got a little smile on her face and 
said she would be willing to give him up....but only if she got to 
sleep with me.

	It turns out ever since the skating match, when Azuza had 
grabbed and kissed me in order to give Mikado a chance to attempt 
his dreaded kiss attack on Akane, she had been thinking about me 
and wondering what it would be like to �Ride the Wild Stallion� if you
know what I mean....

	My first reaction was to forget about P-Chan and run like 
hell, but steel bars and electric force fields suddenly appearing in
front of the door and windows effectively killed that idea.  Then I
found myself staring at Azuza's chest, mainly because she choose that
moment to leap onto me like a lion would a zebra and knocked me down on
her bed.  For the first time I noticed that she was built fairly well,
The sensation of silk rubbing against me and the sweet kiss she placed 
on my lips, I found myself growing excited and before I knew it we 
were flat out doing it, in a pink room full of stuffed toys and 
animals locked in cages, It was one of the weirdest experiences I ever
went through....and also one of the best, to my surprise, Azuza was very
passionate and very skilled and she kept my boner going the entire
night, without having to use a special potion at all, eat your heart out
Shampoo!   

	Unfortunately what would have definitely been an intense physical
relationship never came to pass when I returned a few nights later for
an encore.  I was flatly refused and shut out.  Apparently I was only
one of her many secret admirers, I got really mad at her and never
returned, though I still admit she was a really good fuck and I did get
P-Chan back.

	I even started fantasizing about Kodachi, which scared me 
since she had been one of the few beautiful girls I had not slept with
since I came to Nermia.

	It wasn't because she was unattractive.  Her athletic body was firm,
tight and alluring.  It also wasn't her choice of tools since I could
think of many creative and interesting ways to use that ribbon of hers
for a lot more than a mere weapon....       

	It was....the LAUGH.

	That laugh....that horrible laugh....I would instantly shink like a
frightened turtle whenever I heard that laugh.  It was the ultimate turn
off, even more so than Kasumi's mindless expression, and I have since
avoided her whenever possible....
	
	Until today....

	During school, she had come into my class, trying to force feed me some
freshly baked cookies again.  I avoided her as usual until I noticed
that she wasn't saying anything.  She brought out a piece of paper and
wrote on it, telling me she had developed laryngitis and that while she
couldn't speak a syllable without great pain in her throat, she had
brought me her cookies to prevent Akane from doing the exact same
thing.  

	Evidently, Akane and Kodachi's cooking class were on the same day, at
the same time and they cooked the same things since they were constantly
competing with each other to serve me the best meal.  Some guys would
have been real macho at having two beautiful girls fighting over them
like that but to me it was anything but ego-boosting.

	Akane's cookies, as usual, looked like a subsitute for coal.  On the
other hand, Kodachi's cookies, while appitizing, was most certainly
laced with some type of sleeping or paralysis solution, thus making them
hazardous indeed.

	But the cookies had barely registered in my mind as I suddenly realized
what Kodachi had just said and what it could lead to....

	Laryngitis + Kodachi - Laugh from Hell = JACKPOT!

	This was my big chance!  Without her laugh freezing me up, I was ready
to rock!  I asked how long she would be stuck with her condition and she
wrote two days on the paper.  Akane wondered at the time why I seemed so
eager to know and I told her in private I wouldn't have to listen to her
laugh, which was in a sense the truth.  I hadn�t had a chance to
practice the S & M portion of what I had learned by practising on myself
yet, but now I couldn�t wait until the school day was over and Kodachi
would be calling me *Master* and begging me for mercy....

	Which brings me to the present.  I had woken up early 
tonight to travel over to the Kunou Residence and make my play
for Kodachi but ended up having second thoughts as my conscience pounded
me with a mallet for not staying true to Akane.  So I tried to go back
to sleep.  That soon proved useless as wild visions of Kodachi oozed
into my mind and stayed put.  So I climbed up to the roof to think
things over.  I had broken my promise to Akane physically, but I could
argue that I had no choice, that I was protecting Akane by continuing to
sleep with Shampoo and Nabiki.  

	But if I went after Kodachi, I would only be inviting trouble, it
wouldn't be to protect anyone.  It would be for me.  I would be
satisfying my needs at the expense of Kodachi and Akane's feelings.  It
would be a most UNMANLY act.  I crawled over to the edge of the roof and
looked down at Akane's bedroom window.  

	�I love you Akane Tendo, and yet I've gotten myself in so deep, I don't
know if love is enough to pull me back out.  Maybe I should elope with
Akane, just rush into my room, pack my stuff, get Akane to do the same
and leave town.  That way I could avoid all my troubles and be with the
girl I truly loved forever....

	But even as I thought it, I knew I would never act on it.
Pop would have left weeks ago if he were in that situation but I'll
damned if I run away from my problems like him,  One way or 
another I was going to fix things, the way a real man should....

	With my vow, I decided to go back to my room and try
to think about anything other than a certain rhythmic gymnast.  I was
about to slip into the house when I heard a low moan coming from Akane's
bedroom window.  I froze in place.  I knew that moan well, had heard it
from countless women I'd been with, Akane made the same sound now.

	I figured Akane must be taking care of herself, the thought 
instantly made me hard enough to drive nails.  Before I knew it I found
myself crawling up the outside of the house, just above her bedroom
window.  I paused for a moment, wondering if I should look or not and
then I lowered my head, quietly looking into Akane's bedroom window.

	My heart got caught in my throat.  I found myself unable 
to breathe, I deflated faster than a hot air balloon with a hole the
size of a garage door.  I felt the blood drain from my face and my eyes
must have been covering my entire face, they were so wide with shock at
what they saw....

	I saw Akane, my fiancee, my one true love, flat on her back with her
legs wrapped around the waist....    

	....of *my* own father....

	I hung there, below her window, in shock and disbelief at 
what I was seeing.  My old man was piledriving her like a jackhammer and
she was loving every single second of it, judging by the expression on
her face and her gasps of ecstasy.

	It was too much.  I felt my head beginning to throb and 
my fingers slipped, causing me to crash to the ground in a heap....


*	*	*


	Akane gasped again as she felt herself climax for a third 
time.  Genma had turned out to be every bit the wild horse she 
assumed Ranma would be.  She still felt a twinge of regret at 
having Genma betray his wife like this but any lingering doubt 
was soon washed away in a flood of raw passion as she arched her back to
take all of him in....

	CRASH!!!

	Akane's eyes flew open and she and Genma stopped their
wild gyrations immediately and stared with fear at the window.

	"Y...You don't think...."  Genma's voice was trembling 
with fear at the thought of discovery.

	Akane quickly made her way to the window, opened it and looked down. 
She couldn't see anything because it was so dark.

	"Genma, hand me a flashlight!"  Akane quickly asked.

	Genma went to the closet and rummaged through it briefly until he found
one.  He turned it on and shone the light down through the window. 
Akane leaned closer to get a better look as the light revealed....

	Nothing.

	Genma turned off the flashlight and shut the window 
again. "Maybe we should call it a night."  he nervously suggested.  
"If someone is or was watching us...."

	"I don't think so, but maybe we should cut it short"  Genma 
winced.  "I was talking about us silly!"  Akane gave Genma a 
playful kiss on his nose before reaching over to pick up her robe.
After putting it back on, she sat on Genma's lap and wrapped her arms
around his neck.

	"It was wonderful Genma-Chan.  I hope we can do it again 
soon."  Akane said with a smile on her face.

	"I...I liked it as well...Akane.....but I don't know if...."  
Genma faltered.

	"Don't worry about Ranma.  Nobody has to know.  It'll  
be between you and me."  Akane said reassuringly.  Same time 
tomorrow?  she added in a cute voice.

	"O....okay.  T..Thank you Akane....."  Genma blushed as
he quickly dressed.

	Akane gave him one final kiss before he walked to the door.
Carefully listening to make sure no one was outside, Genma opened
the door and walked through, closing it behind him silently.  
Akane lay back on her bed and stretched out, sighing lightly.

	"I sure hope no one was watching us....Hmmm....I wonder 
if Sasuke is spying on me again.  Maybe I should find him and....
nah...he's good but he finishes too quick, besides one partner a night
is enough for me.

	Akane pulls the covers over her and soon fell into blissful
slumber, unaware of the repercussions of her actions and what was 
yet to come....

	The End....For Now.

	There you have it.  I wrote this out of pure boredom and the 
desire to see this type of story-oriented lemon continue.  People
complain that most lemons have no story and ruin the Ranma 1/2
experience.  I hope this and Doughboy�s fic helped prove them wrong.  

	Please don't flame me with comments like "You suck and You're the scum
of society"  If you don't like lemons, DON'T READ THEM!  On the other
hand, if you have comments that give positive and negative feedback to
help me write better stories, both hentai and non-hentai, let me know. 
Keep in mind this was my first *lemon* fanfic so don't be too brutal.

It could have been worse....I could have added Cologne.