Subject: [LEMON][Ranma 1/2] The Happiest Bride
From: "Fred Dobbs" <usotsuki@hotmail.com>
Date: 6/20/1997, 3:07 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Lemon alert!  Here's a story *just a bit* on the hentai side o' 
things...

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                            RANMA 1/2:

                        THE HAPPIEST BRIDE
                                        
                           by Usotsuki

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It was early evening.

The house was unusually quiet as Ranma walked down the hall.  That 
was a surprise, considering how eventful the day had been.  The 
wedding...by the kami, Ranma had nearly passed out being so nervous, 
standing at the altar.  But never had Ranma been filled with such 
pride, such happiness, and on that day.  

He knew he could be happy here, in this house, for the rest of his 
life.

---

Ranma knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in," called a soft voice from inside.

He entered, to see this beautiful woman sitting up on the bed, clad 
in only her yukata.  He smiled, dazzled by his beautiful wife.

She had grown her hair longer than it had ever been, down to her 
waist. In the four years since they had met, she had never been 
so...exquisite.

He crossed the room and took the hand she offered, and sat beside 
her on the bed, facing her.

"Hello, Love," he said before kissing her.  "Quite a day, hmm?"

"Indeed.  The wedding, my father crying endlessly all through the 
ceremony...did you know Tofu had to sedate and put him to bed?"

"No.  I guess that's why we didn't see him all evening.  But it's 
okay, he'll have plenty of time to fawn over me."

Both stopped talking, and just looked in each other's eyes, smiling.  
Ranma took the initiative, and reached out to pull her into a loving 
embrace.  They kissed passionately.

As they withdrew, Ranma kept one hand on her shoulder, they other 
running down her front and inside her yukata to gently cup her 
breast and soothe it.  He could feel her respond to his touch, her 
head leaning back, and her hands untying the belt.  She opened up, 
revealing her naked, athletic figure to him.  He had experienced her 
body many times before, but today was to be special, for he knew 
this night would not end with one simple act of lovemaking.

He leaned forward, placing his arms around her and kissing her 
breasts.  Soft, silky, and so sensitive, she put her chin on the 
back of his head, her loosened hair falling around them like a 
blanket.  

His kisses soon turned into nibbles.  Not in anyway painful; they 
had never been.  But the sensation of the ever so small injuries 
drove her mad with pleasure.  The heat built inside her, making her 
gasp as one of Ranma's hands departed her back and began to stroke 
her musume.  He gently penetrated her with a finger, softly, with 
the clear intent of increasing her pleasure, and wanting to make her 
come.

---

It had been the biggest change in Ranma over time, how his thoughts 
were less and less of himself, and showing much more concern for 
others.  By the time he had been in Nerima two years, he had 
dispatched Shampoo as a fiance; he had made it clear, despite her 
protestations, that he would never marry her.  Only when his 
martial arts had progresses to a point that he had defeated Cologne 
could Shampoo finally relent, knowing it was a lost cause.

The worst part was that Shampoo now truly loved Ranma; if the 
amazon law had never existed, she would have taken him as her 
husband regardless.

But love is never easy.  She took it hard, and eventually returned 
to China.  Mousse had since written to tell of his good fortune: 
twins, and the true love of his amazon.  It had cost them their 
home in the tribe, but the five became a happy family.  Mousse even 
won Cologne's begrudging respect, and turned out to be a better 
provider than anyone expected.  Mousse working in the circus again 
even brought the opportunity to bring everyone to visit Nerima again 
and see the children and Shampoo's happy smile.  She had learned to 
love Mousse.

---

Ranma lifted his lady, removing the yukata to the floor, and lay 
her out on the bed.  Still aroused, she gave sounds of pleasure as 
Ranma massaged her soft skinned legs.  His hands eventually reached 
into her again, and she cried out with pleasure, arching her back 
as she quivered on the bed.  

A year's experience had taught Ranma well, for he knew every curve, 
every point that would bring her pleasure, every sound she would 
make.  She no longer needed to correct him, he was now an expert of 
her lithe frame.  She enjoyed his touch so much, she felt she might 
sometimes come just from thinking about Ranma.

He continued to run his fingers amongst her velvety soft folds of 
skin, just often enough touching her clitoris to keep her at the 
height of ecstasy, but never reaching it.  He saved that for his 
loving mouth.

Ranma crawled onto the bed, all the while touching her in a 
masterful way.  As he leaned forward, she lifted her legs, placing 
her heels on him, trying to massage his back with them.  He brought 
his mouth to her, a glistening fire of red, blood pulsing through 
her at a feverish pace.  He put his tongue against her lips, 
gradually moving in to suck and occasionally bite her labia.  Her 
squeals of delight were a measure of how much she enjoyed him, and 
both her hands ran through his hair, dragging him towards her as 
she begged for more.

With his tongue now inside her, his hot ragged breath coming out of 
his nose and onto her most sensitive skin, she felt herself climax.  
Once, twice, and again within a minute, as he raked his teeth across 
her clit.  The mild pain was what made it all the more enticing, the 
feeling that he could control her with his skill, never forcing the 
matter.  She was his love slave because she *wanted* to be.  There 
would never be anyone else.

---

It was a great surprise to Ranma how it had happened.  After 
another bout with Akane, and yet another pounding over his 
commentary on her cuisine, he found himself airborne in one of 
the three usual directions.  The way things happen, often by 
chance, coupled with the predictable regularity of other things, 
brought to an end yet another of Ranma's engagements.  

Akane had baked cookies for the TV show she wanted to watch with 
Ranma, but her shortbreads ended up looking like flatbreads, and 
made hard tack seem tasty.  How he got the words out from around 
his foot can never be understood, but he was sent flying out that 
late evening, and landed beside the Ucchan just past closing time.  

Ranma went to see if Ukyou was in, knocking on the door.  With no 
answer, he went around back on the oft chance she was emptying the 
trash.  Instead, she emptied Ranma's nose of blood.

Ranma stood in silent shock as he saw her there on the back stairs, 
naked, sitting on the lap of Hiroshi.  Hiroshi!  Her legs around 
his body, and Hiroshi's pants around his ankles.  Ranma could see 
clearly from behind her everything anyone ever wanted to know about sex, 
but were too unconscious to ask.  Her trim pretty ass, moving 
up and down as she cried Hiroshi's name to the night sky, and he 
simply grunting, his face mashed into her waiting breasts.  

Had Ranma not been so shocked or appalled, he might have admired 
how much it seemed that they loved each other.  He never knew.  All 
this time, Ucch...*Ukyou* chasing him, and she had been making love 
with his friend.  Outside, where they could get caught, no less.  

Ranma walked away silently, not disturbing them, and not wanting 
anything to do with them.  It was weeks before he spoke to either 
of them, and by then they realized Ranma knew.  Their friendships 
renewed, but were never the same; Ukyou and Hiroshi eventually came 
out and were a couple for real.

---

Ranma lay back on the bed as his lover now moved over him, her 
face leaning in to his musuko, her knees straddling his chest, her 
beautiful ass over his face.  He kissed the back of her legs and 
buttocks, interrupting but not stopping her as she stroked him to 
erection.

Taking him in her mouth, she sucked longingly, letting sensations 
build in him, as he built hers by eating her again.  She began in 
earnest to use her lips on him, sucking for all she was worth, 
gently biting his head as she peeled back the foreskin, and 
producing a rush of ecstasy. 

She could sense he was close to orgasm, but wanted to save it.  
Removing him from her mouth, she squeezed his cockhead, slowing 
the bloodflow and deadening his sensation.  She knew it frustrated 
him, but it was for the best; from experience she knew his orgasms 
were far more intense when he failed to come several times.  She 
had once held him off ten times before letting him come, during 
which he passed out from the sheer joy of it.  Not tonight, though, 
this was *his* night.

Ranma felt his wife's tongue lick the sides of his swollen flesh, 
her hand encircling the head, gently pulling at it while still 
controlling his chance of reaching orgasm.  Kami, how she wanted 
him inside her.  But in this position...she could feel his tongue, 
it's warmth, it's roughness like that of a kitten as it touched 
every nerve ending of her labia, all around it on both sides.  She 
came again, knowing this would be the last time she would feel his 
mouth this evening.

---

A year ago, Ranma and Genma had returned from a training trip 
early.  Not unexpected by most people, given Ranma's dislike for 
his father's cowardly behaviour.  But for Ranma and two others, 
it was a disaster.

Given the time they returned, soon after midnight, no one expected 
them or were there to greet them.  They entered the Tendou-ke with 
little noise and no fanfare.  Ranma had seen Akane's bedroom light 
on as they returned, so he ventured upstairs to see her, hoping she 
was awake.  

He approached the door, and heard a sound of exertion.  Knowing 
Akane often exercised before bed, he figured she would be up and 
want to talk.  He knocked on the door.

"Who is it!?"  Akane's voice was both one of being startled and 
cracking as she spoke.

"It's Ranma," he called.

"Just a minute!" she replied, as much rustling and panicked 
movements could be heard.  After a moment, she called again.  
"Okay, come on in." 

Ranma entered, seeing her sitting in be with a t-shirt on, sitting 
up under the blankets, and elbows on her knees.  She wore a big 
smile, like one of great joy at seeing him.

"Hi, Ranma!  You're home early!"  Her voice cracked again as she 
spoke.  "How was the trip?"

"Ok, I guess.  Pop was an idiot, as usual.  We went through a town 
with a jewelry store, and when Pop found out the owner had a single 
daughter named Neru, you can guess what happened."

Instead of being angry at Ranma, Akane sat there and talked.

"So what did you do?  Hit him all the way to Hokkaido?"

Her reaction to his false story told Ranma all he needed to know.  

"Who's in here, Akane?"

"_What_ are you talking about!  And don't you dare pick on P-chan!"

"Is he in the closet?  I don't care about the pig, Akane, I just 
wanna know who the guy is.  I won't kill him."  Rough him up a 
little, maybe....

"You...you're accusing *me* of sleeping around?  How DARE you!"

"Oh yeah, Akane?  Then get out of bed and hit me!"

"You!...You're not worth the effort!  Arrgh!"  She shivered in her 
anger.

"How about under the bed?..."  Ranma paused as he got down to look 
under the mattress.  Not under the mattress, he realized.  Oh, god.  

Under the *blankets*.  Tears came to Ranma's eyes.  Someone small 
enough to fit under the blankets.

"No, Akane you didn't...you couldn't..." 

"What!?  Did what!?"  A panicked expression came over her face and 
in her voice, but it was too late to pretend.  "What did I do?"

Ranma knew he was right before he ever ripped back the bedsheets 
to see Akane's lower half totally naked, and P-chan on top of her.  
_In_ her, to be exact.  Ranma broke down and cried.

"Oh, Akane, how could you do such a thing..." he choked as he fell 
to his knees, crying into his hands.  

"It...it was to know how it felt, Ranma.  Pig penises, they're...
corkscrew shaped.  I wanted to know how he felt."  Akane now began 
to cry, her face in her hands, and P-chan sat there, looking like 
he wished he was on a spit, with an apple in his mouth.

Ranma finally managed to speak again.  "But with an animal...how 
could you?  This is worse than finding you with another guy Akane."

"I'm sorry, Ranma, it is with another guy.  I know Ryouga is P-chan, 
I have for a few months."

>From there, after Ryouga changed back, it was miraculously quiet.  
No yelling, no fighting, no screaming.  The three sat through the 
night in a quiet heart to heart talk.  It was two days later that 
Ranma left.

For a while Akane considered suicide, but Ryouga's love kept her 
from it.  To save her honor, they were married within a month.  
Thankfully, no one outside of Ranma, Akane, or Ryouga ever knew 
about the events of that night.  But things were never the same 
again.  No more attacks from Ryouga, no more "kawaiikunee", no 
more "Tendo Falls".  No more fiance.

---

Kodachi turned so that her face met Ranma's.  Despite her taste 
all over his face, she couldn't help but kiss him, smiling all 
the while.

Ranma lifted her, placing her hips over his, and lowered her.

"Guide me in," he gently whispered.

She took his musuko in hand, leading him into herself, and she 
gasped out loud as his head touched her sensitive skin.  After 
the instant of shock, she looked back down at her husband, smiling 
to him, knowing how much he loved her and she him.  He lowered her onto 
himself, impaling her musume ever so gently.  Before she had 
the chance to contract her muscles and bring him the pleasure she 
denied him earlier, he pulled her down and kissed her, playfully 
tweaking her nipples with his hand.  

She squealed with delight at this sensation, and gave him what he 
deserved.  With each thrust inside her, she squeezed him tightly, 
rubbing herself against his pelvis, crusing her clitoris between 
their two hipbones.  Her face was filled with delight as they 
embraced, arms around each other, kisses on each other's face, 
neck, ears - and through it all, that slow, rhythmic pulsing of 
his swollen self.  

Kodachi came again, and the sense of her shuddering brought Ranma 
to another level.  He knew that soon, he would come, reaching the 
pleasure only two people who love each other should share.  He 
knew, and wanted to.  It would not be long.  

He nearly crushed her in his embrace, but never hurting her, as he 
came.  It was so hot inside her, and coupled with her continued 
stroking and his overly sensitive penis, it was that much more 
pleasurable, so much so that after his body lay limp, he cried a 
few tears of joy.  

It was the best love making he had ever had with her, and he knew 
tonight would only get better.  Kodachi and Ranma kissed again.

---

Kodachi was sitting up in bed again after Ranma had retrieved some 
clothes from his dresser drawers.  He looked at her and smiled, 
then leaned over and kissed her.  The love in her eyes was 
everything.

"Goodnight, Ranma dear, I just wish you could stay with me.  But 
it is not to be."

Ranma took her hand, knelt beside her, made a vow.

"I will be with you tomorrow night, of that you can count on.  I 
just thank you for understanding about tonight, and for all the 
nights I can't sleep at your side.  Goodnight, my love."

Kissing her hand, he stood and went to the door, Kodachi's smile 
following him as Ranma left.  

She was content.  She had married the man she loved; it was all 
she had ever wanted.  Even if Ranma's obligations prevented him 
from being with her all the time, she could accept it.  Gradually, 
she fell asleep with a wish for beautiful children on her mind.

---

Ranma entered the bath, laying the clothes across the table meant 
for them.  He sat on the stool, quickly changing into she as the 
cold water and soap cascaded down her body.  She was still 
aroused, but did not finger herself, knowing it would not be 
right, taking pleasure without her spouse present. 

She sat in the warmth of the bath, soon becoming he again, 
relaxing every muscle for the night ahead of him.

When he was finally satisfied, he stepped from the bath, and 
poured another bucket of cold water onto herself.  Towelled off, 
she began to dress.

"Over...or under?" Ranma asked herself as she looked at the 
panties.  "Over," she decided.  She fastened the merry widow 
around herself, pulled on the sheer silk stockings, attached the 
garters, and at last pulled on the thong brief.  After checking 
herself in the mirror and seeing everything was perfect, Ranma 
put on her yukata and left the bath.

She quietly stepped down the halls of the Kunou home, gradually 
reaching her destination.  She knocked.

"Tatewaki-kun?"

"Please enter, my love."

Tatewaki Kunou lay on the bed, and beside him a bottle of 
champagne in an ice bucket, accompanied by two glasses.

"Oh Tachi, what a day you've given me...I love you," said Ranma, 
beginning to cry to her newlywed husband.  "I love both you and 
Kodachi so much."

Tatewaki held her, his chin against her head, and spoke. 

"I have always loved you, pig-tailed girl...even when I 
discovered your secret..."

Ranma stopped him from talking with a kiss.

"The three of us, we'll make this the happiest house in Nerima, 
I swear it," spoke Ranma as she turned out the light.

---

End.

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So, if you've read this far, I *hope* the double surprise of 
Kodachi being Ranma's wife AND the polygamy/polyandry with KUNOU 
(of all people!) shocked the hell out of you.  It was meant to.

The only really difficult part about this was whether or not to 
include the little bit of beastiality...that was a tough decision.  
I did NOT want to compete in the "Gross Out" competition that's 
plagued this group for the last few days; this story just seemed 
like a good idea.

As for who to thank, there is nobody.  But for who to blame...heh.  
There's a few fanfic authors who should share in the blame & 
flames, (you know who you are) but I'll save you the agony, and 
deal with it my self.  Gee, I'm *sooooooooooooo* noble.  ^_^

Usotsuki!
usotsuki@hotmail.com


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