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...


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Round 3 (2 of 2)


    Hiroshi gazed at the empty boys locker room.  School had just been 
dismissed but he, Ranma, and Daisuke had been assigned the task of
cleaning the room.  Daisuke was also there, but Ranma was no
where to be found.  He spoke up as he slowly mopped the floor.  "So
Daisuke, where do you think Ranma is?"

    Daisuke shrugged as he stroked his mop back and forth.  "I wouldn't
know.  I guess when he has all those babes fighting over him, he
wouldn't be interested in doing dumb work like cleaning a smelly locker
room."  Daisuke grimaced as he walked past a locker that smelled of
month old gym socks.

    Hiroshi nodded his head.  "You said it man.  If I had a choice, I'd
be out of here in a second, maybe find a cute girl and take her out on a
date...."

    Daisuke snickered.  "What girl would go out with a nerd like you?"

    "Hey stop laughing!  It's not like you have a social life either!" 
Hiroshi's retort had the effect of sobering up Daisuke.

    Suddenly, the door slammed open.  "Hey, so what do I have to do?  I
usually don't stick around after school."  Hiroshi and Daisuke
looked up, and felt their jaws go slack and their manhood stand
tall and proud.  Ranma-chan was standing in the doorway holding a
thermos and dressed to kill.  She had on a loose white t-shirt and a
really tight pair of red gym shorts on.

    Hiroshi was the first to react.  "Ranma, what the hell are
you doing here?  Don't you have to take care of your fiancees?" 
Ranma-chan let out a laugh that caused her nipples to press against
her shirt, visible to all.  Hiroshi and Daisuke felt their pants
stretching, betraying their thoughts.

    Ranma-chan didn't seem to notice as she looked at the long mops in
their hands.  "Let me guess, we're supposed wipe down this place?"  She
grabbed the mop from Daisuke's estranged fingers.  Of course, Daisuke
didn't quite let go, and she worked at it, her tugging making her
breasts jiggle slightly.  "Well, we'd better get a move on, or we'll end
up here all day."

    She turned around and picked up the bucket willed with soapy
water.  As she bent down, her tight shorts rode up.  They slid up
so far that from Hiroshi's and Daisuke's angle they could barely
see the beginnings of Ranma-chan's sex.  She wasn't wearing any
panties at all.

    Hiroshi pulled Daisuke to the side.  "Did you see that!  She
isn't wearing anything underneath!" he whispered excitedly to his
friend.  Daisuke simply nodded, his eyes wide open.

    The two horny boys watched as Ranma-chan went through the
efforts of cleaning the locker room.  She dipped the mop into the
bucket, and carefully wiped the floor, quickly so that her
breasts would jiggle a bit.

    Grabbing a brush, she bent down the clean the floor under the
benches.  Her loose t-shirt hung low, giving Hiroshi and Daisuke a
full view of her adequately formed breasts, the quivering mounds
of white flesh.  Daisuke could feel a trickle of sweat slowly
roll down his face as he watched, hypnotized by Ranma-chan.

    "Hey, you guys!  Are you going to do any work?  Or are you
going to just stand there and watch me do all your work?"  Ranma-
chan's harsh voice helped the boys remain focused to the duty at
hand, and unwillingly the two started to mop.  But they did not
fail to notice Ranma-chan as she shifted about, her body moving with 
her every motion.

    They felt their resistance gradually dying as they continued to
watch her.  But to avoid embarrassment, the two pretended to be
cleaning, mopping the same section of floor while Ranma-chan
finished the entire room.

    "Oh man, I never thought we'd finish mopping this floor." 
She shot Hiroshi and Daisuke an accusatory glance.  The two of
them had hardly done any work at all.  "I'm so parched," she
exclaimed as she opened the thermos.

    With a complete disregard for manners, she brought the
thermos to her lips and drank.  Not the elegant drinking that
most people would expect girls to do, but a messy, uninspiring
swig.  Ranma-chan sloppily drank the iced water, the water
leaking out, dribbling down her delicate chin, down her neck and
soaking her t-shirt.  She moaned, barely audible, as the cool
liquid satisfied her thirst.

    In moments, Ranma-chan had transformed from sexy girl in a
sexy shirt, to a sexy girl in a wet t-shirt.  And she didn't have
a bra on.  The white t-shirt combined with the water adhered to
her skin, becoming translucent.

    She looked down at her soaked shirt, and she seemed quite
displeased.  "Oh shoot, I hate it when my clothing gets wet, it just
feels too icky."  She looked at Hiroshi and Daisuke who were
almost blind with desire and lust.  "You won't mind if I took my
shirt off, right?  We're all guys and all."  Hiroshi and Daisuke nodded
ever so slightly.

    With unanimous decision, the t-shirt was off, and Ranma-chan's
breasts were free for all to see.  She picked up the bucket and started
to wipe down the benches, her breasts jiggling more freely.

     "Oh man, I want her, I want to grab her, I want to...'  Hiroshi's
feverish mind thought, his hormones and desire completely making
him disregard that Ranma-chan was 1/2 boy and that if he tried to act
out his desires in real life, he'd probably be dead a second later.

    Daisuke was having similar thoughts, his penis feeling as if
it were going to tunnel through his pants in a moment.  He took a
step towards Ranma-chan, his hand outstretched, his fingers
flexing, anticipating the feel of soft breast.

    Ranma-chan looked up as she finished her last bench.  "All
done!  Now all we have to do is clean the storage room!  Oh how
nice!"  She grabbed Daisuke's trembling hand, completely
unknowing of his intentions.  "You can help me."  She turned to
Hiroshi.  "And I guess you have to clean the heads..."

    She opened the door to the storage room, revealing the
miscellaneous equipment and the spare mats in the center of the
room.

    Hiroshi's face was twisted with jealously as Ranma-chan pulled a
floating Daisuke into the other room.

* * *

    Hiroshi washed his hands for the seventeenth time.  After
today, he was sure that he didn't want to ever use the toilets or
shower in the boys' locker room.  The toilets up close were a
disgrace.  There were the tiny yellow spots left by morons who
couldn't aim.  The tiles in the shower had specks of mildew and
quite possibly other pathogens.

    Hiroshi walked back into the main room of the locker room. 
Ranma-chan and Daisuke were not present.  Glancing at the clock,
he surmised that the two had already left.  Thirty minutes had
passed, so far.  He muttered bitterly.  "What great friends, they
take all the opportunity to give me the dirty work and..."

    A muffled moan interrupted Hiroshi.  "Oh Daisuke, I didn't
know..."  Hiroshi dropped his implements of cleaning and charged
into the storage room.

    Ranma-chan moaned again as she felt Daisuke suck her erect
nipple.  Her hands gripped his back tightly as he endlessly
licked her.  Then a suddenly blast of air hit her.  Opening her
eyes, she saw that Hiroshi had pushed the door open.

    "WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Hiroshi exclaimed as he watched Daisuke and
Ranma-chan in a very incriminating position.

    Her voice became sexy as she replied in a breathy voice.  "Well,
Hiroshi, there is enough of me to go around.  Dive right in..."  Then
she let out a body shaking groan as Daisuke's hand wormed up her shorts
and was touching her pantiless lips.

    Hiroshi couldn't resist.  He couldn't resist at all, and he dove
towards the half naked girl, latching his lips around the free nipple. 
Her moaning intensified as a result.  His hands caressed her body, her
perfect body.  The smoothness of her skin.  He couldn't believe that
this was happening.

    Daisuke already had enough of foreplay, and in a frenzy, he
pulled her shorts down to give himself a better look.  This was
the first time he had ever been with a girl in this way.  Ranma-
chan laid back on the mats that were so conveniently in the
middle of the room.

    Hiroshi, meanwhile, straddled Ranma-chan's stomach, both of his
hands kneading her breasts in a frenzy.  She reached up and
grabbed his zipper, pulling it down.  His pants fell away.

    Daisuke wanted to touch Ranma-chan, and throwing his fears to
the side, he carefully let one finger press against her opening.  This
was followed by more intense moaning and stretching on Ranma-
chan's part.

    Meanwhile, Hiroshi watched Ranma-chan's lips quiver as she
felt Daisuke's ministrations from below, and that gave him an
idea.  Quickly standing up, he shed off his pants and boxers
before settling back onto her stomach.  He gently reached up and
nudged her head towards him.

    Daisuke felt his finger get tired, and he tried another
method, one that turned out to be less straining.  He licked her,
his tongue turning out to be more effective that his finger.

    Hiroshi moaned as he felt warm saliva bathe over him.  He
tried to pump slightly, but he noticed with a slight annoyance
that there were two breasts in the way.  Pulling his penis from
her moaning mouth, he placed the slick hardness between the two
breasts.  He started to pump, surprised that even the slightest
amount of stimulation was making him more and more excited.

    Daisuke had enough.  By now, the foreplay was just making him
more and more impatient, and he sought instant gratification. 
His trembling hands fumbling with his belt, he tugged his pants
and boxers down in one swift motion, then he took his stiff
member and plunged it in.

    The instant warmth and presence of fluid around his penis was
mind numbing, and Daisuke just threw his control away and started
to shake.  Ranma-chan felt his inadequacy and sought to help him. 
Her hands snaked around him, grabbing onto the cheeks of his
butt, and she guided him, forcing him to start rhythmically
thrusting.

    Hiroshi felt her body rise slightly off the mat and settle
back down, her periodic moans turning into intense panting. 
Turning his head around, he found that Daisuke had beaten him to her
vagina.  Daisuke was mindlessly pounding away, his eyes closed, enjoying
every moment.  His friend's hands on her thin waist, caressing them, 
as he slide back and forth.

    "Hey!  I want to fuck her too!"  Hiroshi replied indignantly as he
stood up, and positioned himself to face Daisuke.  He looked down at
Ranma-Chan with such longing eyes, and in the midst of her high, she
decided to give him something to enjoy.

    She wrapped her legs around Daisuke's waist, and she sat up
against his body.  In between her moans, she told Daisuke to
stand up.  Right now, Daisuke didn't care how he got his sex, and
he complied, not missing a beat on his merciless pounding.

    With her hands, she reached behind her, and pulled Hiroshi
against her back, he could feel his penis press against another
hole.  She gave him a single look that told him all he needed to
know.

    He took his wet member, slick with her saliva and his own
desire and pressed it into her tight anus.  Ranma-chan felt
slight pain as Hiroshi shoved a short segment of his sex into
her.  Daisuke could feel her pain as her vagina clamped hard on
him.

    Taking a deep breath, Ranma-chan willed her muscles to loosen
slightly.  That was all it took, and as Daisuke shoved in, she
could feel Hiroshi push himself in from behind.  At first, she
didn't appreciate the feeling of anal sex.  In fact, it made her
feel like she wanted to just take a shit.

    But with Daisuke pounding away at her vagina and Hiroshi
massaging her breasts and nipples, she decided to allow Hiroshi
his fun.  The three of them stood there, and continued their act
until all of the sudden, Hiroshi lost it.

    Ranma-chan felt the semen shoot into her, a feeling that was
totally different from normal sex.  And seconds later, Daisuke
soon came, both of their orgasms culminating in her own.

    All of the energy that the two boys had put into her was
returned in that single instant, when Ranma-chan, so delirious
with joy, just fainted against Daisuke.


To be continued in Round 4 on Thursday.

C&C is very welcome.  :)

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