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.  Besides, it's all in good fun.  

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...


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Round 3

    A new day was ushered in by the rising of the sun.  As her alarm
clock began its panicked screaming, Akane, unwillingly rolled herself
out of bed.

    As she looked through her drawers, she noticed they were strangely
out of order, as if someone had tossed them around.  Making a mental
note to *chide* Ranma-Chan later, she picked out some white cotton
panties with cute little polka-dots on them.  She retrieved her school
uniform in the closet, and after combing her hair, made her way to the
dining room for breakfast.

    As usual, Ranma was already downstairs with his father, the two of
them pigging out on the food, as usual.  Akane scowled as she watched
Ranma's apparent lack of table manners.  "Couldn't you be a little bit
neater when you eat?"

        Ranma, chewing away with his mouth full of food, paused to
retort. "Aw don't worry Akane.  I'm just tired after yesterday's
workout...." He laughed confidently as he swallowed the mashed food.

    Standing up, he donned his satchel.  "Anyhow, I'm off to school. 
Better get moving if you want to *catch up* with me."  Ranma smirked as
he disappeared with a little spunk in his step.  Akane, on the other
hand, was beginning to feel depressed.  The more she thought about it,
the more she realized that Ranma probably had a lead over her in the
challenge.

    Although anxious as ever, Akane couldn't help but feel a certain
dread and a slight amount of curiosity as she hurried to school.  She
had never expected Ranma to be so eager.  She never though he'd ever
take her up on her bet.  She never thought she'd have to defend her
femininity....

   Suddenly, she heard the late bell.  Cursing under her breath for not
paying attention to the time, she rushed towards the school and when she
arrived, she was dismayed to see the front gate closed.  Behind it stood
the principal of Furinkan High, a big smile on his face.  


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  Akane walked timidly into the principal's office.  She knew all too
well Principal Kuno's idea of the proper punishment.  A quick and
efficient shaving of all hair from the offender's head.  She stood in
front of his desk, gazing at the collection of shears, scissors, razors,
and other implements of hair death hanging on his wall.  The principal,
clad in Hawaiian duds and playing a particularly annoying tune on his
ukulele, took a seat behind his desk.
    
  "Aloha, Akane Tendo!"  The principal exclaimed in heavily accented
English before switching back to Japanese.  "It breaks my heart to see
my students breaking the rules without thinking how it reflects on me,
their honorable headmaster.  It also makes me VERY angry...."

  Akane shivered as she heard the "shick" sound of the Principal playing
with a pair of scissors.  "It would be a pleasure for me to administer
your punishment.  Your hair will be a symbol of those who dare to oppose
me and my rules..."

  With that, Principal Kuno suddenly leaped from his desk, and wielded
his scissors ready to remove Akane's silky hair.  "No!  Principal Kuno,
no! Anything but my hair, please don't cut my hair away!"  Akane
cried out, knowing the stigma of going around bald.  No normal girl
would dare walk around without any hair.  It would be too embarrassing
for her.  She remembered how embarrassing it was when Ryouga's bandanna
accidentally lopped off her ponytail in front of all the students and
she didn't want to endure that humiliation again for anything.  
 
    "Now, now...."  The principal admonished in English for a moment
before switching back again.    "In the pursuit of discipline, no deals
may be made.  Prepare to lose your hair," he chortled in anticipation.
Akane was at her wit's end when suddenly, she realized the opportunity
that she had here.  A chance to even the odds against Ranma, a chance to
seize a man that Ranma would never dare touch.... 

  "Please," whispered Akane desperately, keeping one careful eye on the
scissors Kuno wielded, "I'll even make love to you, if you'll just leave
my hair alone."

    Principal Kuno stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise.  
Then, his brow furrowed, as if trying to weigh the consequences of the
situation.  Akane could only pray that the principal wouldn't decide to
punish her further for attempting to bribe him with sex.  Then he spoke
again.

"O.K!"  The principal shouted in English before lowering his voice. 
"Very well...." He whispered in Japanese.  "But you'd better do whatever
I tell you or your hair is mine!"  Akane gulped as she saw the familiar
Kuno insane glint in his eyes but kept her voice even as she replied. 
"Fine, so long as you leave my hair alone."

The principal nodded his approval.  Akane felt a sharp chill go up her
spine as the realization that she just agreed to sell her body to her
school principal struck home.  But between being humiliated in private
or humiliated in public, Akane greatly preferred the former.  Besides,
she simply couldn't let Ranma beat her again.  This was a battle and she
wasn't going to lose this time if she could help it.

    Then, the principal spoke again.  "OK, first close the door and the
shades.  We don't want the others learning about what you are about to
do."   Akane slowly nodded and she did as she was told.  She carefully
closed and locked the door.  She  then closed the window shades, causing
the room to descend into darkness.    

    Akane stood motionless, her heart racing with fear and excitement as
she soon felt the Principal's hands caressing her face, feeling the soft
flesh and causing her to involuntarily blush.  Then she could feel his
breath on her neck as he began to kiss it.  Although she couldn't see
anything, Akane closed her eyes as she felt the principal's lips and
tongue bathe her right earlobe, his hands placed firmly on her breasts
as he squeezed and fondled them.  A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as
he continued his teasing, genuinely surprised at how good she felt at
the moment.  

  Then he tilted her head slightly, his lips meeting her own.  Akane
could smell pineapple as she returned his kiss, her tongue entering his
mouth a moment later.  Akane felt her body growing hotter as she and
Principal Kuno kissed each other passionately.  She gasped a bit in
surprise as she felt one of his hands slip into her panties, fingering
her love petals.  Akane could feel herself growing wet as she wrapped
her arms around him but then he suddenly pulled away, his warm hands
leaving her trembling body.  "W...What's wrong?  Why are you stopping?"
she asked. 

  The Principal went to his desk and turned on the lamp, wincing
slightly as his eyes adjusted to the change.  Then he quickly, but
carefully, removed all of the cutting tools from the desktop and settled
back on his chair.  "Come here."  he said.

   Akane was confused but eager to continue what they were doing, she
walked over to stand beside him.  "Sit on the desk, facing me."  He
commanded.  Akane did so.  "Now Akane, take off your panties slowly, and
show them to me."  After a moment's hesitation, Akane hiked up her
skirt, reached under and tugged hard, pulling her tight, white,
unblemished cotton panties down, her legs were closed but a small
trickle of moisture, dripped onto the desk.

    She handed her panties to the Principal, who smelled them.  "You
smell so sweet,"  he commented with a smile.  Then without warning, he
roughly pushed Akane backwards onto his desk.  "Show me your pussy! 
Open your legs!" he spoke, his voice gradually turning harsher. 
Surprised by this sudden change, Akane opened her legs slowly, too
slowly for the impatient principal.

    He grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart, allowing him
to see her in all her glory. While far from turned off, Akane felt
strange from the awkwardness of the situation, wondering why he was
changing his approach.  She let out a shaky breath as she felt his
fingers probe her, tugging at her pubic hair.  The Principal's face was
filled with a slight disgust.

    "Hey girl!"  The principal admonished in English.  "You obviously
don't have good hygiene!  But not to worry, just hold still."  He
finished in Japanese as he opened a drawer and pulled out a
lathering brush and a small mug filled with foam.  Dabbing a little
lather onto the brush, he grabbed the brush and started to stroke
Akane's pussy with it.

    The brush was ticklish, and Akane couldn't help but giggle as the
brush delicately caressed her sex, her outer lips, and down a little
farther.   When he was finished, he said. "Now, don't more or you'll get
a cut."  Akane abruptly brought her head up, and her eyes widened in
horror as she saw the Principal pull out a straight edge blade.

    "W....Wait a minute!  Not there!"  Akane realized that he intended
to shave her clean down there.  She tried to move, but he was strong,
and she felt the cold blade slide down in one swift stroke from her
front down past her ass.  He repeated the motion a few times, his zeal
to remove all traces of hair so strong that he didn't listen to Akane's
protests.

    In less than a minute, Principal Kuno put away the lather and
straight edge and admired his handiwork.  Before Akane had a normal
bush, but it was no more.  It was now smooth, pale, skin, her pinkish,
distended, pussy, totally naked and exposed.

    He gave Akane a look of feigned disbelief.  "Were you turned on by
that?  I'd better check."  Akane shivered as she felt a finger enter
her, sliding in and out, making sure to rub her sensitive spot
constantly.

    Akane began to moan, as her pussy tried to grip the tiny
finger penetrating her.  It wasn't long before she was so excited and so
ready for the act that she felt herself flowing with the slick fluids
that made sex easy, comfortable and enjoyable.  Principal Kuno could
smell her excitement, and he decided to get a better whiff.

    He placed his head between her legs and licked her smooth
mound.  Akane let out another moan as her stimulus increased.  He
could taste her sour sweetness running over his tongue as he
pressed it within her, evoking passionate cries of pleasure from her, he
felt himself finally get excited somewhat now that the offensive hair
was removed.

    He stood up and pulled away from Akane, the sudden lack of
stimulation making Akane look up somewhat displeased, but as soon
as she saw the principal drop his pants, she rested back and closed her
eyes, awaiting entry.

    It never happened, and instead she found something pressing
against her lips.  Opening her eyes, she saw the principal
looking down at her, still in her school dress, legs spread wide and
shaved like a slut with a hardening penis above her mouth.  "Suck it,"
the principal commanded.

    Without complaint, Akane took the stiffening rod into her mouth and
started to suck hard on it.  The principal gasped. "Not too hard!  Lick
it!"  Akane did as she was told, lowering her pressure and using her
tongue to do the work now, rubbing the bottom of Principal Kuno's
stiffness.

    He moaned and he started to jerk slightly, as if trying to pump
himself into Akane's throat, but he realized that would be terribly
painful for Akane.  He pulled out his now saliva coated member and
decided to do it the normal way.

    Shears appearing magically in his hand, he walked back to Akane's
vagina, his penis like a spear ready to hit it's target.  He decided
that it was time to see some more flesh, and with his shears, he split
Akane's uniform into shreds and ripped it off.

    First came her skirt, then her blouse and bra in one move. 
Akane almost screamed as she saw the passion driven man destroy
her clothing.  He looked at her as her naked flesh was exposed to him
completely, a trickle of saliva appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    He sat down on the edge of his desk.  "Akane, lay here now, and get
ready for your punishment."  He gestured at his naked lap, where his
member stood tall and erect.  Akane, eager to feel the penis inside her,
attempted to impale herself on him.

    Before she could have the chance, she found the principal
forcing her to lay on his lap, his warm, shaking erection pressing
against her stomach.  It wasn't especially comfortable, but it served to
make Akane desire his cock even more.

    He noticed the copious amount of lubricating fluids slowly
dripping out of Akane's vagina.  "You're such a slut!"  He cried out,
and Akane felt him slap his palm hard against her ass.

    She had taken a lot harder hits in her life, but the sudden
transition from pleasure to pain made her cry out in surprise.  He 
repeated the motion over and over, calling her different words,
complaining about her lack of morals, her wanton behavior, her sinful
love of sex.  As he did this, she could feel his member grow hotter and
larger as it leaned against her bare skin.

    By the time he had finished his verbal abuse of Akane, her
ass had become pink and somewhat warm to the touch.  But then he gently 
grabbed her sides and lifted her naked body effortlessly, positioning
her over his swollen cock.  Without a second's hesitation, she pushed
herself down on him.

    Akane let out a cry of relief as she felt the penis slide
into her.  She had been worried that the principal would be cruel
enough to send her back to her class without finishing the job,
as she was so excited that she wouldn't have any problem just
grabbing any boy and fucking him just to let loose the sexual tension.

    She bounced up and down on the unyielding resistance, her
body thanking her for enduring all of that foreplay.  She was
focused on one task now and that was to reach orgasm.  Her legs
had wrapped tightly against the back of the chair, making the
chair, her, and the principal one unit.

    As she slid against the principal, her senses became
hypersensitive.  The light filtering in from the shades blinded
her.  The sounds of her grunting, his moaning, their lovemaking, the 
cheap office chair squeaking deafened her.  The heat of the principal's 
body burning against her own.

    It wasn't far, and Akane felt her muscles start their trembling, and
she cried out one final time, her body so sensitized during the foreplay
that she felt the entire world around her shake along with her as she
reached her peak.  A moment later, which to Akane felt like a lifetime,
she felt him exploding inside her, accompanied by yet another
exclamation in English, but this one made her smile in triumph.

  "YES!!!"


To be continued in Round 3 (2 of 2) on Monday.

C&C is very welcome.  :)

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