Ranma 1/2: Gratuity
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon
by Michael Chen (Zenki) and Megane 6.7
michael.h.chen@yale.edu
fcasper@yesic.com

Authors' Notes
Megane 6.7 was of great help in the production of this fic.  In
fact, he had produced a great deal of ideas for me and elaborated
on my initial plans for this story.  Of course, original idea of
the story is mine, but many of the sex scenes here are of
Megane's doing.  Thus, he is a coauthor.

Warning
This fic is a lemon fic, which means that intense sexual
situations soon follow.  In fact, kids, do not read this. 
Members of the Christian Coalition, don't read this.  Old people
over 50 years of age, don't read this.  Heck, this list of people
who shouldn't read this can go on and on.  The most important
part is that if you think you might be offended by sexual scenes
and such, then don't even bother reading.  It's guaranteed that
you will flame us.

But if you are a lemon aficionado, prepare for pure enjoyment as
you read.  Unlike the stories of alt.sex.stories, this fanfic
actually has a plot instead of the "How many times can the
protagonist have his surgically enhanced p***s spray semen within
a short period of time."  We have taken great pains to add humor
to a story that can be called, "Akane and Ranma get Nerima Down
on Them," so you will on occasion laugh your brains out when your
hand gets tired (Heh heh, I was just joking about the hand...) 
Oh yeah, we have checked the archives of rec.arts.anime.creative,
and we the authors are proud that we will be establishing many
firsts with this fanfic.

Information used in this story was obtained in Principles of
Physiology by Totora, 8th edition.  A truly nice entry level
Anatomy and Physiology text.  They do have a little section on
human reproduction...

Prologue

     Nermia, Japan, the calm suburbs of Tokyo.  It was a Sunday
afternoon, lazy, warm, and pleasant.  Of course, the problem with
long periods of tranquillity  was that they truly didn't exist in
Nerima.  It was a well known fact by the Gods that for every
minute of pure calm, there was an exponentially increasing chance
for chaos to break out and ruin everything.

    And true enough to Fate, chaos broke out in the form of
Hurricane Akane.

    Akane's breathing had grown heavy, her every breath loud and
hot.  Her battle aura burned hellishly, basking her body in a
glow of pure rage, nearly blinding a hapless Ranma as he slowly
edged away from her.  

	"RANMA..."  Akane growled, her anger so strong
that she was no longer a normal girl.  She was a monstrous German
Shepherd, ready to masticate someone's face at the slightest
provocation.

    Ranma was quick to find an excuse.  "Akane!  Wait I can
explain!  It wasn't my fault that Shampoo was waiting in my bed!" 
He noticed with fear that his feeble attempts were not having any
effect on Akane.  Indeed, she was growing more angry by the
moment.

     "Ranma!"  she howled, her voice instantly reminding Ranma of
a banshee, foreshadowing his impending doom.  "WHAT WAS SHAMPOO
DOING IN YOUR ROOM?"  she screamed, her voice so loud that it
seemed that every window cracked.  "WHY WAS SHE NAKED IN YOUR
BED?"  she added.

    Ranma was not a fool.  Although Shampoo in his bed surprised
him as much as Akane, he knew that reasoning with her was a lost
cause.  There was no way at this time to even try to reason with
Akane.  That was where Plan B came in.  Ranma took a deep breath
and prepared to unleash his attack.

    "Akane, why don't you trust me?  Is it because you're worried
that you're not womanly enough to keep me?  You're uncute, you're
chunky, your breasts are smaller than mine!  Hell, I don't even
know why I bother with you, when even *I* look better than you!" 
Ranma paused to gasp for breath.  Even for a martial artist, it was hard
to shout continuously.

    A strange silence came between them, an uneasy silence in
which Ranma waited for Akane to lose her temper and pound him with her
mallet....again. 

    But strangely, she wasn't in the mood to get violent.  Perhaps,
she realized that Ranma had a point: if she got to violent with
him, he could easily go out and find another girl.  Hell,
compared to Ranma's other fiances, she was easily the least
feminine of them all.

    "At least I'm a normal girl, not a cross-dressing pervert like you,"
she replied, her sharp tone cutting Ranma down in his tracks. 
"And why do you constantly torment me with your words?  Is it to
make yourself feel better?  You're nothing more than a self
centered jerk."    

    Ranma was hurt as soon as he heard Akane's first five words
or so.  Normally, he really didn't mind any comment, but this
time was too much.  He clenched his fists as he replied.  "And
you're a stubborn tomboy!  And you never trust me!  And you're jealous
of me because I can prove that even I'm more womanly than you!"

    Not surprisingly, Akane felt an incredible urge to prove Ranma wong,
so wrong that for once he would come begging to her for forgiveness. 
"Prove it!"  Akane suddenly exclaimed.  "Prove that you are more
feminine than me!  Or are you all talk?"

    Ranma stood up, his battle lust piqued.  He pointed to
himself with his thumb.  "Hey, I wouldn't have to do very much to prove
I'm a better woman than you!  Name your challenge!"

    Akane let out a laugh as she imagined Ranma's reaction to a
challenge that she could not lose.  "Great, over the next week,
we'll see who can get laid the most, as a girl."  Akane
emphasized the most important condition to her bet.  "You have to
have sex with as many people as a girl.  If you ever turn back to
a boy, you automatically forfit."

    Ranma paled considerably, his pride crumbling away.  In fact,
he seemed to be trying very hard not to vomit or something.  Akane
smiled as she saw her fiancee's distressed face.  She was
carefully counting down until Ranma admitted defeat.  That was the
entire reason Akane had made such an outrageous challenge and she
smirked as she prepared to win by default.

    Ranma closed his eyes and gathered himself.  For all his faults, he
did have one admirable attribute: he could never stand to lose, and when
he did lose he would mindlessly try again and again until he won. 
He had never backed out of a challenge, and he was not going to
compromise his very long winning streak.  

        Taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions with his
honor and promise, he looked Akane straight in the eye.  

	"Ok, when do we start?"


To be continued in Round 1 on Wednesday.

C&C is very welcome.  :)

michael.h.chen@yale.edu
fcasper@yesic.com