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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