Sorry about the delay.  I sent it off at 11 am but for some stupid
reason, it came back to me.  Hope it works this time.  :)

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 co-author.

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...


*       *       *

Round 1 (2 of 2)


    That afternoon, Ranma-chan was also having an adventure of
her own.  Taking the liberty to douse herself with water before
leaving school, Ranma felt supreme confidence as she walked home,
taking big swift steps.

    Of course, having lots of confidence didn't mean that Ranma
fully accepted the idea.  The thought about having to have sex
with at least one guy wasn't good.  It was terrible.  Ranma,
having grown up with Genma, had been taught that man with man was not
proper.

    Even though, at the moment, Ranma-chan had a very sexy girl's body,
she still didn't like the idea.  She constantly thought of herself as a
guy, but she didn't like to admit that she had girlish thoughts as
Ranma-chan.

    "Well, Ranma, you've got yourself into a fix this time.  You
really have to be some kind of pervert to even want to fuck a guy." 
Ranma's dominant male side, also known as Yang, commented in her head.

    Ranma's nascent female side, also known as Yin, shouted back. 
"Awww, Yang, just shut up.  It doesn't mean anything.  You know the most
important thing pop told us.  ON YOUR HONOR, YOU MUST DO ANYTHING TO
WIN!  We're a martial artist and we don't back down from ANY challenges,
no matter how bizarre or difficult!  Besides...."  Yin made her voice
husky.  "It would be a shame to have this well-stacked body remain a
virgin.  You're just begging to be fucked!"  she teased.

    Ranma-chan hated it when she heard these weird voices in her head. 
They always ended up giving her a headache with their constant
bickering.  In this case, though, she had to bow to the logic of her
feminine impulse.  This contest was a matter of honor, and honor worked
in mysterious, if sometimes annoying, ways.  

    With a reluctant sigh, she looked at her destination, the Kuno
Estate.  Leaping over the fence, she landed in the yard, and immediately
saw her objective before her.

    
*       *       *


    Tatewaki Kuno was a busy man, right after school, he had rushed home
so he could go through his daily exercises of controlled breathing, mind
focus and studying the hundreds of photos he possessed of Akane Tendo
and the pig tailed girl.  However, his meditation was rudely interrupted
by the sound of a intruder landing behind him.

    "What infidel has the audacity to transgress onto my land and
disturb me from my task!"  he shouted, turning around to meet his
attacker.  But as soon as he laid eyes on his intended target,
all anger immediately left him and with one smooth movement, he swept
his beloved in his arms.

    "Oh pigtailed girl!  How it makes me so happy to see thee!"
He shouted, allowing himself a playful squeeze, mashing Ranma-Chan's
breasts into his chest.  It took all of Ranma's willpower not to give
Kuno a severe concussion.

    Amazingly enough, after that intense hug, Kuno immediately
released Ranma-chan.  "So, my goddess, what may I do for you?"

    Ranma decided to cut to the chase and forget about boring
courtship.  "Kuno, um, can you just take off your clothes?"  Ranma
asked politely.

    All of the sheer joy on Tatewaki's face drained away as he
heard her question.  "And why might you ask that pigtailed girl?"

    "H....Hurry up!"  Ranma-Chan's face was flushing a bright crimson as
his sense of honor struggled furiously to contain his instincts to beat
the living hell out of Kuno.  "Just take you clothes off so I can fuck
you and get the hell out of here!"  

    Kuno staggered backwards as he heard such uncouth speech from his
dearly beloved.  His eyes wide with shock.  "Oh, you must certainly be
affected with a fever of the mind. Such improper speak, such base
behavior!  Has my sister poisoned thee?  Has that wretched Saotome hurt
your mind?  What is wrong with you?"  Kuno asked, concern filling his
face.

    Ranma-chan's jaw dropped, his inner struggle momentarily forgotten.
That was the last thing he had expected Kuno to say.  Incredible as it
seemed, if you gave Kuno the chance, he could be quite the proper
civilized person.  But at the same time, this wasn't good.  Convincing
Kuno to have premarital sex with his female side was going to be more
difficult that he thought.

    Ranma-chan decided to use her feminine wiles on Kuno.  "Well,
Sempai, I'm feeling really bored right now, and I was hoping to
find some way to us pass the time."  She tried her best to be
seductive, allowing her loose clothing to fall low, revealing
some of her cleavage.

    Kuno turned red as he saw a flash of hard nipple.  He swallowed
hard, and abruptly changed the subject.  "E....Excellent idea, my love!
We....We shall pass the time by writing poetry!  Let me get my
brushes!"

    Ranma-chan groaned as Kuno lead her into the vast mansion, up
the ivory staircase and into his room.  She glanced at Kuno and sighed.
Yep, This was definately going to take a little longer than she had
anticipated.


* * *

    
    "Your wild beauty, entrancing, like the essence of an life
itself, the perfect woman."  Kuno chanted out off the top of his
head.  For the past hour or so, Ranma-Chan had been seating across from
Kuno, listening to him espouse poetic phrases of no significance.  Once
again, his two halves warred inside him.  While his masculine side was
urgently encouraging Ranma to kick some ass and flee for his sanity, his
feminine side was impressed with the amount of devotion that Kuno was
displaying.

    Kuno opened his eyes and looked soulfully into Ranma-Chan's eyes. 
"Now it is your turn, my love."  Ranma-Chan felt a lump develop in her
throat as she wasn't good at all with poetry.  In fact the last poem he
had written had just plain sucked.  Of course, Yang had been the one who
had written it.

    "You dolt," shouted Yin.  "Let me take over for now, before you make
us looking like a dumb uneducated fool!"

    "Aw, who needs education?  We're martial artists!  We use our fists
to win our battles, not some dumb poetry."  complained Yang.

    "Good point." muttered Yin as she suddenly lashed out with a fist
that caught Yang square on the jaw.  Yang teetered for a moment and then
collapsed deep within Ranma's mind.  "Okay, let's see what I can come up
with here...."  Yin remarked as she concentrated hard.

    Ranma-chan took a deep breath and started to recite.  "I close my
eyes and find myself with my ideal man, both intertwined and wavering. 
We crash together like the ocean spray thrusting at the rocks of the
shore.  I cry out with joy as I feel him next to me, inside me,
touching me."

    Ranma-chan gave Tatewaki a tentative look.  He hadn't
commented yet, so she went on.  "I want to make him a part of me,
take him within me."  Tatewaki seemed to be breathing heavily at
this moment.

    Ranma-chan thought to herself.  'Good, he's excited.  Now all
I need to do is make my move.'  Without warning, she leaped onto
Kuno and gave him a fierce kiss.

    Kuno struggled a bit before pushing Ranma-chan off him,
knocking her back, spilling tea over her shirt.  Tatewaki looked
at Ranma-chan straight in the eye.  "I'm sorry, but on my and
your honor, we can not do this."

    He suddenly noticed the dark wet stain on Ranma-chan's
clothing, the wet clothing adhering to her chest accentuating her
figure.  Ranma-chan noticed a strong amount of desire still lingering in
his eyes.  'Okay, I jumped the gun there.  But he's close.  Very close.
Just a little more teasing and he's mine.'  she thought to herself with
a smile.

    He gestured to his bathroom.  "Perhaps you want to dry
yourself off.  You can do it in there."  Ranma-chan, her mind
racing furiously, walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind
her.


* * *

    
    Some twenty minutes later, with not a sound coming from the
bathroom, Tatewaki was beginning to get worried.  He wondered
whether something had happened to his beloved, whether she had
accidentally stepped into a trap that was meant for him.

    He knocked on the door.  "Pig tailed girl, are you all right?" 
He heard a moan coming from with in the room, and his concern for
her welfare caused him to kick in the door and walk into the
room.

    He walked in and looked around, trying to find her.  And he
sure found her.  "Kuno, why don't you come here and make me
comfortable?"  She stood there and twirled around, the only thing
on her body a long pink translucent silk scarf wrapped around
her, billowing free from the wind.

    She stood facing him, and he could see her body in more fine detail.
Her supple breasts, rounded hips,  jutting nipples, the reddish tint of
the fine down between her beautiful legs.  Tatewaki swallowed hard as
lust and desire finally took a hold of his senses and made him hard.

    "Kuno-Chan, why don't you join me in the tub?"  Ranma-chan asked,
her voice low and sexy.  Then before he could react, she slid
into the tub, casting the scarf from her.

    Tatewaki closed his eyes and prayed to the Gods for the strength to
resist her charm.  But today, the Gods were not listening to him, and
even if they had, he probably would have ignored their advice anyway.
Before he knew it, he had cast off his clothing and entered the lukewarm
water with Ranma-Chan.

    The temperature difference made Tatewaki's stiffness grow
even longer.  Then the two pressed against each other.  At first,
dispite her earlier boldness, she seemed uncomfortable, but as Kuno
brushed past her, and her body pressed against this paragon of
manliness, she found herself growing wet.

    Under such stimulus, Kuno lost all concept of restraint, and he
touched Ranma-chan.  It was not a simple touch, as one between
friends or business associates.  Rather it was a sexually charged
touch, his hand sliding down her front, molding her left breast
to his palm.

    Ranma-chan's body betrayed her as she felt her erection, her
nipples immediately hardened and pressed hard into Kuno's hand. 
"Oh, Kuno," she moaned, as he added his tongue to the list of
sensations that she felt.

    His head grazed her, teasing her, making her lips wet with
sexual excitement.  Even though the water was cool and refreshing,
Ranma-chan felt herself burning, burning with so much desire that she
wanted him inside her now.

    She grabbed his stiffness and brought it close.  "Don't play
with me,"  she moaned as Kuno licked her lips, her mouth, his
hands playfully caressing her entire body.  "Just fuck me."

    She felt Kuno lean against her, and without a delay, she
guided herself onto him.  For a moment, she paused, but the
contact just flipped a switch in Kuno.  Something in him snapped,
and he pushed himself into her with one long stroke.

    "EEEEYEOW!"  Ranma-Chan involuntarily cried out in pain as she was
abruptly reminded that she had been a virgin until now.  Kuno
immediately stopped, giving her a look of concern.  Ranma-Chan looked up
at him and gave him a reassuring smile as she waited for the pain of
losing her viginity to pass.  Once it did, she nodded for Kuno to
continue.  
 
     Kuno pushed in and out, slowly at first, full, powerful, forceful
strokes.  The two of them settled into a rhythm, and like two dancers,
they complemented each other.  Ranma-chan felt Kuno press her against
the edge of the tub, and then pull away.
      
    Ranma-chan had felt so stimulated before, and now she just
felt like she was flying through the air.  She felt hands wrap
around her, and hoist her so all of her weight forced her hips
into Kuno.

    Then, Ranma-chan felt it.  She came on Kuno, but regardless,
he continued pumping away.  As she gasped and moaned in pleasure, her
vaginal muscles grabbed him again as hard as she could.  This made Kuno
start groaning as Ranma-chan's tightness became even tighter.

    Pushing hard against the resistance so hard that the water in
the tub started to splash out, Kuno grabbed Ranma-chan even
tighter to his body.  "Oh god!" shouted Ranma-chan as her orgasm
peaked at a continuous level of pleasure, as if someone had delivered an
electric shock to various parts of her body.

    Then Kuno gasped, sheathing himself and sprayed into Ranma-chan. 
She felt a warm liquid bathe her insides and she knew she had won this
battle.  As soon as Kuno felt himself coming back to earth from the
brightness, his penis shrank and slithered its way out of Ranma-
chan.

    The two of them rested in the tub for a while, taking deep breaths
of air, their hearts pounding hard.  Meanwhile, inside Ranma-Chan's
head, Yin had a contented look on her face and sighed with pleasure.


To be continued in Round 2 (1 of 2) on Monday.

C&C is very welcome.  :)

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