ACK!  Yet another addition to the ever-increasing story!  Oh, well,
it's bound to slow down soon. This one's a doozy, and a lemon, to
boot. Here it is!

     Black Lightning Design Group presents:
     Is this a Dream?
     Or a Nightmare?
          Chapter 5.lemon
     a Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic

     I wake up, slowly.  Not because that I'm tired, but because I'm
afraid.
     I'm afraid the pain is still there.
     As I regain consciousness, I find that the pain has receded to
something more bearable.  I feel the pain receding, faster, now that
I'm awake.
     Now that the pain is less, I notice something else.  I feel warm
     down
by my legs.  I try to reach down there with my hands to make certain,
but I can't move them.  I just noticed something else.  I'm tied up,
to the bed? I raise my head, and see that, yes, I'm tied to the bed. 
My arms and legs are tied down.  Probably because of what happened,
whenever.
     The warmth is getting stronger.  Now the pain is all the way
     gone.  I
call out, "Mother?"  pleadingly, I want the warmth to stop.  It's
making me feel funny.  For some reason, I like that feeling.  All the
more reason to make it stop.  I want a bath.
     Mother walks into the room, and sees me awake.  She comes up to
     me,
and I see that she's concerned about something.  She feels my
forehead, and asks me, "Does it still hurt?"  I shake my head, and
feel the warmth getting stronger, still.  Mother probably notices,
because she puts her hand on my stomach, now.  I start moaning, it
feels TOO good.
     Mother looks suprised at this, and moves her hand down a bit. 
     Then
she snatches her hand away fast.  I feel the pleasure lessening, so I
stop moaning.  I breathe deeply.  Mother then unties me, and the
sudden freedom of my arms seems to spark another one of those reflex
things.  My eyes go wide as I feel my hand flying down to my crotch. 
Mother sees this, and politely walks out of the room, telling the
people out there that it's still not a good idea to go in there.
     Then I can't notice them anymore, as the pleasure engulfs me.  I
regain control of my hands, but I don't want it to stop now.  I feel,
with my fingers, down THERE, and find something that feels like
"petals".  I move them aside with a finger.  I feel more connections
making themselves known to me, and I now know more about my anatomy,
somehow.  I feel my clitoris, bringing an even more strong wave of
pleasure to myself.
     I do this for a minuite, until that doesn't bring any more
     pleasure,
then I use my finger to explore more of my opening, then shove the
finger all the way in.  I arch my back in pleasure, and another moan
escapes my lips.  I pull my finger out a bit, then shove it back in,
bringing still more pleasure to myself.  Again and again I do this,
and I feel a knot of pleasure expanding more and more.  Suddenly the
knot explodes, and I can't move, because of the pleasure.
     After a few minuites I regain control of my hands, my entire
     body.  I
look at my hand, it's glistening with something.  I taste it, and find
that I like that taste.  I lick off my hand, then sit up.  the
pleasure is still there, but receded to a point where I can control
myself again.  I hope I dont lose control of myself like that when
mother is here.
     I get up, slowly.  I then untie my legs.  Now I can clean up this
     mess
on the bed.  I hope mother won't be too mad at me.  My stomach growls.
 How long was I unconscious?  However long it was, it was too long,
for I'm hungry again.  I slowly get dressed.
     I run downstairs, hoping that I didn't miss supper, or whatever. 
     When
I get downstairs, I find that supper is, indeed, over.  But mother
saved some food for me.  I grin happily and walk up to mother.  She
smiles and tries to hand me my food.  I give her a big hug, first. 
She seems to be surprised.  Oh, well.  My stomach growls again, and I
sheepishly take the plate from mother, wanting to get rid of that
growling before it becomes a nuisance.
     I sit at the table and start eating my food.  After my third
     mouthful,
my stomach finally stops growling.  I quickly finish off my meal, as I
don't want Ranma's father to get a hold of it.  All of a sudden I feel
sleepy again...and I feel thirsty for something.  I eplore the thirsty
feeling and find out what I'm thirsty for.  For some reason I don't
think that mother would appreciate me sucking on her tonight.
     I shrug the feeling off, and walk upstairs to the room I share
     with
mother.  Mother takes a while to come back to bed.  As she gets ready
for bed, I tell her, "Mother?  I was wondering..."  I feel sheepish,
and nervous.  I don't want mother to get mad at me, "It's been so
long, and I'm, well, I'm thirsty for some milk..." Mother starts to
get dressed again, probably to get me some milk from downstairs, but I
coninue, "Not that milk.  I ... please don't get mad at me..."  I try
not to cry.
     Mother comes up to me, and tells me, quietly, "I'm sorry, not
     tonight.
Tonight has been busy for me.  I've got other things on my mind. I
hope you don't mind."  I shake my head, and then get up.  Mother asks,
"Where are you going?"
     I do the unthinkable, I tell her, "To Ranma. Maybe she'll let
     me."
Mother looks startled, but just nods.  I walk out of our room.  When I
get to Ranma's room, I peek in.  Ranma is there, in his male form, and
his father is sound asleep in his panda form.  Ranma is also sound
asleep, but he's on top of his futon.  I quickly walk to the bathroom,
grab a glass of lukewarm water, and walk back.  Ranma has rolled over.
 All the easier.  I quietly step in the room, and pour the water on
Ranma.  He changes to his girl form, and moans a little.
     No problem.  Now the hard part.  I pull lightly on her shirt,
     hoping
that Ranma won't resist.  to my surprise, she helps, sort of.  She
raises her hands above her head and mumbles something like, "Okay,
mother, I'll take off my shirt,"  This was too easy.  Then I lie
beside Ranma and roll her towards me.  Ranma obliges me.  I move
around until her breast is at my mouth.  Ranma sighs.  I start
sucking.
     Ranma moans a bit, then wakes up.  But she doesn't move, so
     that's
good.  I'm still sucking when Ranma asks me, "What are you doing?"  As
it is dark, I decide to pretend to be asleep.  I close my eyes, and
continue sucking.  Ranma just sighs.  then I feel Ranma moving both
her hands.  I'm afraid that she'll remove me, but I manage to not show
it.  Ranma's one hand works it's way into my panties, and her other
one finds itself in hers.  I open my eyes wide.  Ranma looks impish,
while she says, "Well, I want you to feel as much pleasure as you're
giving me..."  I just smile, until Ranma pushes her finger into me.
     Ranma seems to have done the same to herself, as she moans at the
     same
time as me.  I try to continue sucking, and succeed.  Ranma continues
to pleasure us both, and I feel the need for the milk receeding to
nothing. The pleasure becomes unbearable after a while, and somehow, I
feel that Ranma isn't as far as me.  I continue sucking on her one
breast, and start fondling the other, Ranma quickly catches up at that
point.  We cum together, and neither can move for a couple minuites,
gasping in pleasure.
     After we can move again, we disentangle ourselves and walk to the
bathroom.  As I'm still small, I can bathe with other people, even
boys. We clean ourselves and then step into the furo.  after a while
Ranma tells me, "Thank-you,"  I look at him, startled, and he
continues, "I would never have gotten up the courage to do that if it
weren't for you, thank-you." Ranma just sighs, and lays back.  As I'm
warm enough, I get out and dry myself off.  I then walk up to my
mother's room.  Mother is watching me as I walk in.
     "How was it?"  she asks.  I just smile.  I'm so sleepy, maybe I
     can
sort out all this tomorrow.  I get into bed, and fall asleep.
******
Well, how was that?  My first attempt at a lemon, and I don't really
care. Here ends chapter 5 of Naiko's epic journey through life
(smirk). Please C&C
               Shadow Dancer
                    of
       Black Lightning Design Group
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      Stress Relief
   All stressed out?  Sometimes it helps to think
of happy scenes.  Maybe a pastoral field, a field
with a babbling brook.  You're there on a lovely
summer's day...holding someone's head under the 
water.  Now you're letting them up for a second.
Then blam!  Back into the freezing water!  Over
and over again!  There.  Feel better?