Part 2 of 2

WARNING: This story contains frank and vulgar discussion of sexual 
promiscuity, abuse of controlled substances, and other offensive 
behavior.  If you didn't like the first draft, this version will 
make blood come out of your ears.  You'd better not read it  ...

[LEMON] Ranma 1/2: A Real Man 
(second draft) - CONTINUED from Part 1

by Doughboy

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An expert in clandestine surveillance, Nabiki had her video 
camera set up and recorded the whole hour-long fuck and suck 
session with Shampoo.  She confronted me with the evidence 
after Shampoo left for China, which was wise, since Shampoo 
would have felt no reservations about killing Nabiki.

I was working out in the dojo when Nabiki approached me and 
informed me of the new addition to her private video 
collection.  The heartless bitch told me that it would cost 
dearly to keep the tape out of public circulation.  I pulled 
out my wallet and emptied its pitiful contents into her hand.  
She scowled at my measly financial resources and started 
listing all the services I would have to perform to gain 
possession of the incriminating video.

Grimly, I agreed to threaten a bunch of nerds at Furinkan into 
doing all Nabiki's school work, to shake down some guys who 
were delinquent on their gambling debts to Nabiki, to pose for 
some outrageous pictures that she would trade for the contents 
of the Kuno family vault, etc., etc.  "Can I go now?"  I moaned.

Nabiki didn't respond.  I had been working out wearing only a 
pair of shorts, and she was staring at me with a look I've seen 
lots of times before.  I knew what was coming.  After watching 
even a few minutes of that video, Nabiki would have to be gay 
or dead not to want a sample of what she'd seen.  "Ranma-kun," 
she ordered, "you will come to my room tonight after everyone 
else is asleep."

I smiled inwardly.  I would have fucked her anyway, 
eventually.  Let her think she was blackmailing me.

It was a little after midnight when I tapped on Nabiki's 
window.  She quietly opened it and backed away.  Her manner was 
surprising to me, I had never seen her so hesitant.  The look 
in her eyes reminded me of what I see in the faces of my 
opponents when they realize how stupid it had been to challenge 
me.

Though she tried to laugh it off, it was clearly Nabiki's first 
time.  Well, I'd busted plenty of cherries before, but this was 
the first time I'd performed the service for an older woman.  I 
guess that's only fitting since I lost my virginity to a 10th 
grader back when I was in junior high.  Her parents were out of 
town, and she invited me over to initiate me in the ways of the 
flesh.  It was OK, although there was a scary moment when her 
little brother walked in on us.  I hid under the covers and she 
told him to get lost, not realizing the long-term implications 
of her command.  I'm pretty sure that he saw my face, and, 
though he's repressed the memory, that Ryouga will always hate 
me for poking his sister.  Explains a lot, don't it?

Anyway, Nabiki tried to fake a confident and haughty demeanor, 
but the second I started unbuttoning her blouse I could see her 
start to tighten up and to tremble slightly.  With that 
inauspicious beginning, the event was a disaster.  Nabiki 
couldn't loosen up no matter how much I worked on her, so it 
really hurt when I entered her.  I was pretty sure that I hated 
Nabiki and what she was doing, but I couldn't help but feel 
sorry as she grimaced and winced under me.  Neither of us came, 
we got dressed in silence, and I thought that was the end of 
that.

But Nabiki apparently decided that "doing it right" was a 
matter of pride.  About a week later, she challenged me to do 
it with her again.  I said sure, figuring this time I'd waste 
no time getting down to business.  I planned to give her the 
old wham-bam-arigato-ma'am and be on my merry way.  Little did 
I know that she had spent the week doing a lot of intensive 
research and talking to expensive consultants.

She took me to a Roppongi love hotel.  The night started out 
with a primo blow job.  Before I could ask Nabiki how she'd 
suddenly developed such a great technique, she was demanding 
that I go down on her.  While I was eating her out, she did 
this cool back arching and writhing around stuff, reminding me 
of all the aerobics and yoga she does.  She displayed more 
gymnastic ability when we got down to business, wrapping her 
legs around me in all sorts of amazing ways.  In the end, 
Nabiki was astride me with her knees off the bed and her head 
thrown back, supporting most of her weight on her arms, her 
hands on my knees, when I spurted up like a garden hose inside 
her.  Afterward, we laughed about how much things had improved 
since the first time.  

Since then, we've knocked boots occasionally, meeting at hotels 
or taking advantage of the (surprisingly frequent) times when 
we're alone in the house.  A favorite of ours is to do it in 
the bath.  Sometimes I'll bring some white poppers along.  When 
I sense that Nabiki's close to orgasm, I break a capsule under 
her nose.  Man, does she go wild.  Between the hot water, the 
soap, and Nabiki's convulsions, it's like fucking in a washing 
machine.

Nabiki has gotten really good at sex.  She practices alot: I 
think she's laid a lot of best looking guys at Furinkan, 
probably blackmailing them the way she first got me.  She's 
adventurous and will go along with most anything I suggest, 
especially if I get a 'lude in her or some nitrous.  I still 
don't like her very much, but I love her well-toned body and 
her lusty spirit.

Nabiki has even taught me a few things, and introduced me to 
the glories of three-way.  One time, just for kicks, she 
decided to play that first video she made of me and Shampoo.  
Within minutes, we were locked in furious intercourse while 
still keeping our eyes glued to the TV ...

    . . . . . .

[INTERIOR.  The honeymoon suite of a downtown Tokyo hotel.  
Ranma, naked, lies diagonally across the red satin sheets of a 
heart-shaped bed, his head drooping over the side.  Nabiki is 
mounted atop him, her knees at his sides, her hands on his 
shoulders as she pumps slowly back and forth.  She wears a lacy 
white bustiere with matching stockings.  Ranma's holds Nabiki's 
hips and occasionally thrusts upwards in response to her 
continuous motions.  His hands move across her body, tracing 
the lace patterns of her lingerie. Nabiki occasionally looks up 
from their lovemaking to watch the TV.   A tape plays in the 
VCR, showing Ranma and Shampoo coupling on the roof of the 
Tendo home.

Nabiki stares in awe as, on TV, Shampoo assumes a position that 
demonstrates her great athleticism and creativity: Ranma is 
standing; Shampoo faces away from him and suspends herself in 
the air, her legs wrapped around his hips.  With amazing 
balance and strength, Shampoo leans away from his body, flexing 
her powerful legs to move up and down on Ranma's penis.  Her 
hands are guiding Ranma's over her breasts.]

Nabiki (a little detached from the sex as she watches TV): 
She's really something, isn't she?

Ranma (after moving his head back to watch the TV upside down): 
Yeah, best I've ever had.

Nabiki (looks down at Ranma and feigns surprise):  Really?  
Well, I guess I'm runner up then?

Ranma (smiling, eyes looking to the side, as if remembering): 
Well ... there WAS this girl in Nanking ... (Nabiki snorts and 
begins to accelerate her motion.  Ranma's hands slide up 
Nabiki's frame and caress her breasts as they sway out the top 
of the bustiere.)  ... and Kurumi's pretty spectacular, 
excellent muscle control down there ... (Nabiki shuts him up, 
bending down to put her tongue in his mouth.  After a long 
kiss, she comes up for air.)  ... But you're definitely in the 
Top Ten!

Nabiki: TEN!?  (Her eyes narrow as she grins slyly.)  I don't 
think the judges have been paying attention.  (She straightens 
up, still riding Ranma, and reaches to the right to grab a 
massager that is lying on the bed, then straps the compact 
machine to the back of her right hand and activates it.  She 
puts the vibrating hand behind her back and reaches down toward 
where their bodies meet.  Ranma's reaction is immediate, and 
his head jerks back from the sensation.)

Ranma: AHH!  God!  That's ... uh!  ... incredible!

Nabiki (breathily, her orgasm building):  You like?   I just 
made that up!  (She sighs heavily and continues doing whatever 
it is with her vibrating hand and moves her hips in a circular 
pattern, grinding her pubis against him for a few moments)

Ranma (grimacing, eyes shut): Oh ... Nabiki ... I can't hold 
back!

Nabiki (in an urgent whimper): Then don't!

[Nabiki collapses forward, her hands landing on either side of 
Ranma's head.  She kisses him as she grabs handfuls of the bed 
sheet.  He grasps her buttocks, pulling him to her tightly and 
thrusting in earnest.  They both moan loudly into their kiss as 
they climax and the scene fades to ...

INTERIOR.  Same room.  Her lingerie shed, Nabiki is on the bed, 
lying on her stomach, her chin propped up on her hands, still 
watching the Ranma-Shampoo tape.  Ranma emerges from the 
bathroom, wearing a grey hotel robe and sniffling a little.]

Ranma (sitting on the edge of the bed next to Nabiki): You're 
right.  It's really fine stuff.  Where'd you get it?

Nabiki: Same guy.  But he got to pick this batch out 
himself.  He was in South America on related business ...

Ranma: Well, lucky us.  (They watch the video silently for a 
moment, their heads bobbing a little as the cocaine takes 
effect.  On the TV, Ranma begins performing oral sex on 
Shampoo.)

Nabiki: (smacks her lips): Mmmm ... I could go for a taste of 
that.

Ranma (brightly): Really?  I didn't think you were interested 
in girls.  Shall I get some cold water?

Nabiki (thinks for a moment): Actually, I'm not so much 
interested in girls as I am in you AND a girl.

[Ranma stares straight ahead dumbly as he tries to understand 
what Nabiki is saying.  Nabiki looks at him, amused at Ranma's 
incomprehension.  Her hand, which has drifted to his lap, 
reaches inside his robe and begins to caress.]

Ranma (suddenly realizing): Oh, I get it!

Nabiki (still stroking him): That's my boy!  What do you say we 
give Shampoo a call, hmm?

Ranma: Oh, she wouldn't be interested.  Shampoo won't even do 
it with my girl form; she'd freak if I tried to bring you along.

Nabiki (scooting closer to put her head in his lap): Leave it 
to me.  I can persuade her to do whatever we want.  (She takes 
his erection into her mouth.)

Ranma: Oh Nabiki, please, no!  (With an cartoonishly audible 
pop, Nabiki releases him from her lips and looks up 
questioningly.)  I mean, please don't blackmail Shampoo.  (He 
gently guides her head back onto his penis, and strokes her 
hair as Nabiki resumes her attentions.)  My life is complicated 
enough without giving Shampoo a reason to want YOU out of the 
picture.

Nabiki (trying to talk with her mouth full): Well ... OK.  (She 
stops fellating him again)  I'm certain I can find a more 
willing participant.  But you owe me a tossed salad, Ranma-kun.

Ranma (wrinkling his nose in distaste): Now?

Nabiki (grinning and sitting up): No, I'll keep this one in the 
bank for the next time you get too uppity.  For now let's stick 
to the basics. (She pushes him down onto the bed and straddles 
his face, taking a last look at the TV.)  Purple was never my 
color, anyway.

[She bends down to swallow him once again, Ranma already having 
begun his ministrations.  The camera moves up and away from the 
couple to focus on the TV.  Before the scene fades, we see that 
Ranma and Shampoo have also moved into the "69" position.]

    . . . . . .

So the next time Nabiki called me to meet her at a downtown 
hotel, she told me playfully to "get ready to meet an old 
friend."  Knowing that the promised two-on-one would likely be 
more than I could stand for very long, I jerked off before 
leaving the house to try to prevent a quick finish when the 
action started.  The mystery guest turned out to be one of my 
erstwhile iinazuke, Daikoku Kaori, with whom I'd shared a 
quickie in the back seat of her father's car. I had been a 
little apprehensive that Nabiki would bring in one of her 
friends for Furinkan, so I was really glad to see Kaori.  I was 
especially pleased to see her naked and three-fingering Nabiki, 
the scene that greeted me when I walked into the hotel room.

Anyway, my first menage-a-trois was a roaring success and my 
pre-game warm-up turned out to be a wise tactic, as I barely 
kept my control early in the session when - for the first time 
- I felt two pairs of lips simultaneously working the Hooded 
Avenger.  Nabiki and Kaori took to each other like they had 
been lovers for years, and before the evening was over, the 
three of us (four, counting my girl form) had brought each 
other to orgasm many times.

Naturally, both Nabiki and I developed a taste for the 
threesome, and she's had Kaori flown in a couple of times.  On 
occasion, I've invited a couple of my college girlfriends for 
menage sessions, and Nabiki's friend Minami was also willing.  
Kurumi turned us down, though Natsume was game.  Pink and Link 
rebuffed my advances, probably because the swelling hadn't gone 
down yet. Nabiki coldly vetoed my suggestion that we let Kasumi 
play, I guess even she has some taboos.  Speaking of taboo, I'm 
glad that Nabiki hasn't gotten it into her head that she'd like 
another guy to join us.  I couldn't do that.  I think.

When Nabiki suggested bringing Ukyou into our private game, I 
thought it was a good idea.  More than any of my "regulars," 
Ukyou enjoys my girl body and I'd assumed that she had strong 
lesbian tendencies or - like Kaori and Natsume - was an avowed 
bisexual.  But Ucchan was visibly repulsed when - one night in 
her bed - I asked if I could call Nabiki to come and join us.  
She explained that the thought of doing it with a woman, or 
even in front of another woman (Nabiki loves to watch) made her 
nauseous.  It still doesn't make sense to me, but Ucchan 
insisted that even when she makes love to my girl body, she 
thinks of me as a man.

But that's Ucchan, a study in contrasts.  Though Ukyou almost 
always responds to my overtures lovingly, she almost never 
initiates sex.  A guy likes to be seduced once in a while, you 
know?  And although she's a creative chef and a resourceful 
martial artist, Ukyou displays zero imagination in bed.  It's 
like pulling teeth, getting Ucchan to try anything new.  I'd 
like to loosen her up chemically, but she steadfastly refuses 
to use any drugs, not even grass, which is stupid since she 
drinks like a fish.  And she's a sloppy and depressing drunk, 
so liquor doesn't help matters at all.

And she's a little too quiet for my taste, which is pretty 
inconsistent with her extroverted and vociferous personality.  
Maybe I've been spoiled: with screamers like Shampoo and 
Hinako- sensei, and dirty-talkers like Shiratori Azusa, I've 
enjoyed having my own personal oendan cheering section.

Quiet though it is, Ukyou's orgasm is truly a thing of beauty 
and a primary reason I keep returning to Ucchan's, despite the 
limited "menu."  It's one of the great pleasures of my life, 
making Ucchan come, watching her face, feeling her body react 
as it happens ...

    . . . . . .

She writhes beneath me.
silent sobs wracking her frame.
Awed, I urge her on.

Her eyes shut tightly,
her face a lovely grimace.
Then she climbs the peak.

The tremors begin,
radiate from our nexus,
ripple across her.

When the shudders crest,
she freezes as if startled,
then descends, panting.

In repose, she does shine.
This moment is everything.
I hold her, my prize.

    . . . . . .

One time I had Nabiki give Ukyou a talk about lingerie and 
seduction and all that stuff.  She also advised Ukyou to lay 
off the sake.  For a couple of weeks, the sex with Ukyou perked 
up a little.  We even sneaked off to a hot spring together; it 
was probably the most satisfying weekend I've had since 
returning to Japan.  By Saturday afternoon, I had threatened 
all the men and she had intimidated all the women, and we had 
the onsen all to ourselves that night.  Though nothing Ukyou 
did was particularly inventive, I don't think there aren't many 
turn-ons more intense than the prospect of fucking on a 
steaming rock.

Soon after that blissful mini-vacation, however, Ukyou fell off 
the wagon and swerved back into her boring groove.  We pretty 
much stick to the two basic positions (she thinks doggy style 
is degrading or something).  Sometimes it seems like giving a 
blow job is a major chore for her.  She likes getting head, but 
is a little grossed out when I try to kiss her on the lips 
after bringing her off with my mouth, apparently disgusted by 
her own goddamn juices.

Did you know it took me almost six months after we met to coax 
Ukyou into giving it up for me?  And she has her own place, for 
crying out loud.  If she were still living with her folks, I 
might have never gotten in her pants.  Whenever we'd get close, 
she'd insist that we should wait till we're married.  As if!  
In the end, I had to let her know that I was doing it with 
Shampoo.  That did the trick; she hates Shampoo more than Akane 
does and will not be outdone in their insane competition.   
Ukyou didn't seem all that surprised when I told her about my 
lifestyle, though.  It's as if she thinks it's my right, as a 
virile young stud, to get around a little before I settle 
down.  I couldn't agree more.

I really don't mind that Ukyou's not a great lover.  I like 
just being with her, lying there, talking about all the things 
I can't talk to anyone else about.  Though I wish she was more 
into sex, I treasure my time alone with her.  I ... I love 
Ucchan.  A lot.

But I won't marry her.  There's someone else, you know ...

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"What's so funny?"  Akane asked, still smiling but confused and 
disappointed that I had apparently ruined the mood. 

"Anoo ..."  I stalled, trying to formulate a believable lie.  
"It's just funny that we spend all our time arguing and 
fighting, and yet here we are getting ready to ... well, you 
know."

"Then you WILL ... ?"  She looked up at me hopefully.  
Suddenly, I felt we had reached an epiphany, the moment I had 
been waiting for since I first came to Nerima so long ago.  
This was the situation I had thought about all those times I 
watched Akane secretly, the fulfillment of fantasies I wove 
even while making love to other girls.  I could have her, my 
true love, finding what I had sought in all those others.  At 
last!

<But ...>

"No," I replied gently.

<But Akane is different ...>

"We have to wait.  I never get a chance to tell you ... or I'm 
just too stupid to show it, but ..."

<The others mean nothing ...>

"... I love you, Akane."

<But she is my everything ...>

My confession shocked Akane into sobriety.  Tears welled up in 
her eyes.  "Ra ... Ranma," she choked.  "Do you really?"

<Her virtue matters, her purity is not yet mine to take ...>

"Yes, really," I said with conviction, putting my hands on her 
shoulders.  "I love you.  I would fight the whole world for 
you.  You make my heart soar when you smile, and when you cry, 
well, there's nothing worse.  I live for the day when it's just 
you and me, in OUR dojo ..." 

<Like Oyaji always told me, there are two kinds of girls: the ones you 
have fun with, and the one girl you ...>

"... and I want to marry you."

"Oh Ranma!"  Akane crumbled, sobbing into my chest.  "Me too! 
... I love you too."

I held her for a long time as she cried and hugged me tightly.  
As her sobs subsided, she sniffed and looked up at me again.  
After a moment, I lowered my lips to hers.  The kiss was 
feathery soft, yet bracing and intense.  It was a revelation.  
We both knew at that moment we were made to be together, that 
we were husband and wife before we were even born.

Eventually, I broke the kiss and stepped away.  Suddenly aware 
of her near-nudity, Akane blushed and put on her robe 
hurriedly.  Never breaking eye contact, I headed for the door 
and gave my iinazuke a little grin.  She returned a smile so 
beautiful and loving that I almost ran back to kiss her again.  
"Arigato, Ranma," she whispered.  "You're right.  We should 
wait until we're married."

Well, I never said THAT.  Anyway, I winked at her, opened the 
door, stepped out, then closed it behind me.

And let out a long and heavy breath.  I still couldn't believe 
what I had done: the right thing.  I was filled with pride and 
the sense that I had realized it was time to stop messing 
around, time to grow up.  Lost in my self-congratulatory 
reverie, I wandered down the hall.  Before I realized what I 
was doing, I was at Kasumi's door.

I was still hard from Akane's come-ons and had come to 
oneechan's room out of habit, seeking instant, sweet relief.  
Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, I stopped.

No more. 

I'm a real man now.

Right?



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Author's self-indulgence:

This version is almost twice the length of the first draft of 
"A Real Man" and contains some new ideas and a couple of 
stylistic experiments.  The script-type scene is the format in 
which I plan to write the sequel.  The haikus are my first 
attempt at poetry since high school.  I know it's sloppy, but 
it is my sincere tribute to the female orgasm.

Reactions to the first draft of this story were not what I 
expected.  I thought people would find Ranma's cavalierly 
promiscuous attitude so offensive that they would be very 
cynical about the sappy ending.  Instead, readers used words 
like "redemption"  and "honor" to describe Ranma's apparent 
turnabout.  Even the women who wrote in did not see Ranma as 
especially obnoxious.  So I've increased the crude boasting and 
the drug references (the only feature that really upset 
anyone).  I altered the ending to make Ranma's dreadful sexism, 
not to say misogyny, more apparent (and also tried to work the 
same themes into the Ukyou section).  But then I felt compelled 
to add some more "sap," so I really can't call the ending 
"dark."  Remember, though, even a creep can find true love, but 
that doesn't necessarily make him any less creepy.

Thanks to all who sent me comments and suggestions on the first 
draft.  About that sequel: as I said, it will be done in script 
style.  My working title is "The Perils of Akane: A Ranma 1/2 
Adult Movie."  Hopefully it will have a much more memorable 
plot and characters than the average porno.  Look for deeper 
development of some of the ideas I just hint at here, along 
with appearances of lots more Ranma 1/2 characters.  I've 
already outlined most of it, and have written scenes featuring 
Happosai, Kodachi, and Azusa, as well as a Nodoka scene that I 
may be too chicken to use.  I think you'll find the Akane 
scenes very interesting; I'm certain they're not what you 
expect.  I don't know when I'll finish the thing, but I may 
decide to post sections before it's complete.  

Dough1001@aol.com