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Fantasy Life

by Chris Jones 
guilty@arn.net

A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fan Story
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ObNotes:

The following is set in the same continuity as 'Return of
the Instant Nannichuan' located at
http://cyberwheel.simplenet.com/fanfic

It's not necessary to have read 'Return' to understand
this story, but it is recommended.

The following contains explicit content and should not be
read by anyone under the age of consent, by anyone who
finds such material offensive, or where it's illegal to
read such material.

Ranma, Akane and the other characters were created by
Rumiko Takahashi. They're used here without permission.
This work is not to be sold, rented, modified or
republished in print, electronic or any other format
without the author's express permission. IE: Don't publish
this in a fanzine or a mail-order publication. Don't
change the characters' names and act like this is your
original work. Contact me and ask permission if you would
like to link to this story on-line. My email address is at
the top and bottom...

(Sorry for the harsh warning, but bad things sometimes
happen to anime and lemons...)

The story ahead is not labeled 'Dark' even though it may
seem like it should be at times. Remember the title of the
story, and everything should make some sense. Yes, it is
all explained at the end.

Now, if you're still with me, Enjoy!
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	"Do it," the gruff voice commanded.

	Akane struggled at the firm grip holding her left
arm behind her back. Her struggles were repaid with a
sharp blow across the back of her thighs.

	She would have squealed in pain but for the duct
tape covering her mouth. As it was, all she could manage
was a muffled squeak. Her right hand was free, however,
and she knew what she had to do to avoid further abuse.

	She grabbed a pen off her desk.

	"I hope you're not thinking of trying to stab me
with that, are you?" her captor asked, a hint of wicked
sarcasm in his voice.

	Trembling, Akane set the pen to paper.

	"You know what to write," her captor instructed.
"Just like I told you."

	'I have Akane. Don't come after her, or it will go
badly for the both of you.'

	Akane's attacker examined the note over her shoulder
and nodded.

	"Now grab your bag and don't make any noise."

	Akane's left arm was wrenched again, nearly knocking
her down. Fearfully, she reached for the overnight bag on
her bed. 

	Her attacker squeezed her arm painfully. Akane
couldn't help but squeak again through the duct tape. The
bag fell to the floor with a thump on the carpet.

	"I told you not to make any noise," he accused
harshly.

	Akane began to make pleading noises, but her
attacker only regarded them with scorn. "I guess you have
to be shown that I'm serious. Maybe a little...
punishment... will make an impression on you."

	"MMMPH!!!!" Akane cried out.

	Roughly, her attacker used his grip to force her
down on the bed. He shoved one knee in between her legs
and used its leverage to force the two apart.

	"Mmm!!! Mmmm!!!" Akane begged.

	"The time for second chances is over. Now why don't
you just lay there and take your medicine."

	Roughly, he pulled her skirt up over her buttocks
and pulled the crotch of her cotton panties aside with his
free hand. Akane began to trembled in fear and terror.

	"Oh my," the attacker chuckled, drawing two fingers
over her smooth labia. "You waxed. What a naughty girl you
are, Akane! You really do deserve what I'm about to do to
you."

	"MMMM!!!" Akane pleaded. Tears of shame and fear
began to roll down her face.

	"Now hold still, or it won't go easy on you."

	"Mmmm..."

	Almost gently, the attacker spread her outer labia
apart. He ran a finger in between her inner lips and
pushed them apart as well. With a powerful thrusting
motion, he slid his index finger deep inside the girl's
slick canal.

	Akane grunted at the sudden fullness and tried to
writhe away, her bare feet scrabbling uselessly over the
carpet.

	"Uhn-uhn-uh..." her attacker cautioned, slowly
sliding his finger in and out of her. He increased the
pressure on her arm until she had no choice but to lie
still as she was penetrated.

	After building up a thick moisture, the attacker ran
his first finger through it and against her exposed
clitoris, still stroking with his index finger. He began
to use the same motion to slide into her tunnel and
against the sensitive tiny nub of flesh. 

	To her shame, Akane came against the rough
treatment. Her attacker could feel her sobs wrack through
her at the same time her muscles were clenching against
his finger.

	He pulled his fingers out roughly, dripping her
juices over her buttocks and legs. He pulled his hand back
and paddled her again, chuckling slightly at her muffled
squeal of pain.

	"Heh...  Now," he commanded, roughly pulling the
girl to her feet, "grab the bag *quietly* unless you want
more of the same."

	Akane stumbled against him, her panties still
bunched uncomfortably against one leg. Trembling, she
reached down and caught the handle of the bag. She pulled
it up, cradling it in her free arm.

	"Now let's go," he commanded.


* * *

	"Mmmm... that was... exhilarating."

	"I dunno. I kinda freaked a little bit when you
started crying. It took a second for me realize it was
fake. How do you do that, anyway?"

	"It's a knack, I guess. Some of the other people in
my theater class can do it. Some just fake it, but it
doesn't look very real. Haven't you ever noticed Shampoo
doing it?"

	"I didn't realize she was. I guess I just know you
better. It didn't really hurt, did it?"

	"No! Of course not! You would have known if you hurt
me. Now let's go before we miss our flight."

* * *

	"Kasumi-san!" Ryouga greeted the girl as she opened
the front door. "I finally made it."

	"Oh, was Ranma expecting you?" she asked.

	Ryouga set his immense pack down and followed the
girl into the house.

	"No, but I brought some gifts for Akane."

	"Oh," Kasumi stated. Her eyes wouldn't quite meet
Ryouga's, but he was really too excited about seeing Akane
to notice. "I'm afraid she's gone away for a few days,"
she continued.

	"Gone... away?" the lost boy asked, as if he
couldn't comprehend the statement. "Gone away *where*,
Kasumi-san?"

	Kasumi's eyes darted toward the stairs. "On... on a
training trip," she answered hesitatingly. "You know how
she is," she rambled. "Always wanting to improve her
skills. They... She mentioned a tournament, I think."

	"H-hai," Ryouga muttered darkly. His head and
shoulders drooped. "Well... here," he offered, holding out
a box of chopped nuts. "These are for Akane... when she
gets back."

	Kasumi nodded.

	Ryouga turned and plodded back out the front door
(after a few misstarts with the front closet) and grabbed
his pack. "Ja..."

	As the door slid shut, Kasumi exhaled sharply. She
had never done that before and felt slightly ashamed of
herself. Still, it wasn't her prerogative to interfere in
the personal business of others. She did some dishes to
take her mind off of it.

	* * *

	Ranma Saotome lounged back in his first class seat.
He sighed, disinterested in the music playing through the
complimentary headphones or the tops of clouds passing
below, outside the tiny airliner window.

	Not for the first time, he was beginning to wish he
had stopped to buy that martial arts magazine he saw at
the airport.

	He exhaled deeply and took another sip from his
soda.

	A flicker of movement caught his eye. Next to him,
nearer to the aisle, sat a familiar-looking young woman
with dark hair and sunglasses. She had her legs crossed at
the knee and was bobbing one sandaled foot up and down in
time to the music playing through her headphones.
	
	Ranma couldn't help but follow the smooth curve of
her finely muscled calf up into her skirt.

	She turned her head slightly. Ranma couldn't tell
from the sunglasses, but thought that she might have
noticed his eyes on her body. Embarrassed, he turned his
head back to stare out the window. Almost unconsciously,
he reached behind his head to play with his pigtail.

	After several minutes, Ranma dared another glance
out of the corner of his eye.

	Her legs weren't crossed anymore, but stretched out
luxuriously in front of her.  She began to play with the
ankle band on her right sandal with the toes on her left
foot. Her hand was resting on her knee, but then, almost
boredly, she drew a finger up her thigh, pulling her skirt
up a few inches.

	Unable to turn away, Ranma raised one eyebrow in
interest. The girl turned and smiled wickedly. With a
casual movement, she pulled her right leg up into the
seat, ostensibly to adjust the leather strap around her
ankle. She turned just enough to face Ranma and wiggled
her toes at him trough the open end of the sandal.

	Ranma gulped audibly at the long stretch of thigh
the girl had exposed for him.

	She smiled again, her sunglasses still hiding a
great deal of her expression. With another slight twist,
she curled her left foot in towards his seat on the floor.
Both her hands went to her ankle. Extending her fingers,
she drew them tightly against the small curve of her
ankle, and up toward her knee.

	Ranma blinked nervously, hazarding a glance around
to see if anybody was watching. First class was fairly
vacant that day, so nobody but him was privy to the girl's
little show.

	Her fingers rounded the curve of her knee and ran
firmly down either side of her thigh. When they caught the
front of her dress, they closed on the hem and pulled it
along. She pulled it up over her hips and as high as her
navel.

	Ranma gulped again and began to tremble. She wore no
panties under the short skirt, and had smooth, hairless
skin all the way from her navel to the sloping curves of
her soft mound. Her petals were blushing pink and slightly
swollen. 

	Holding up the hem of her skirt with one hand, she
slid one finger down the gentle curve of her belly and in
between the two warm lips. He could see the wetness on the
tip of her finger as she drew it back out.
	
	Letting the hem of her skirt fall back into place,
she reached out to his face and touched the tip of her
finger to Ranma's quivering lips. He licked them, getting
a slight taste of her nectar.

	"I'll be waiting," she whispered.

	Ranma nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. 

	The girl turned back and got both her feet beneath
her. Stretching, she rose to her feet and stepped lightly
down the aisle towards the back of the plane. Her hips
swished as she walked, sending the dangerously short skirt
rustling from side to side.

	Reaching the curtained alcove that separated first
class from the rest of the plane, she held the curtain
open slightly. Looking over his shoulder, Ranma could tell
that she entered the right-hand lavatory before the
curtain fell back into place.

	He waited seven minutes and thirty seconds before
rising himself. Nonchalantly, he made his way back to the
curtained alcove. He turned to his right and saw a 'Not
Occupied' displayed in both English and Japanese on the
door latch. Steeling himself, Ranma nervously tested the
latch and stepped inside.


* * *

	"That was... different."

	"It sure wasn't very comfortable. Kinda smelled
funny in there, too."

	"It *is* overrated, I guess. Those bathrooms are
really only meant for one person at a time. Even then,
it's very cramped."

	There was a brief silence to the whispers. 

	"When did you wax yourself? I meant to ask that
earlier, but forgot because we were in a rush."

	"Do you like it?!"

	"Yeah. I think I do. It's like... It's like eating a
peach."

	Akane couldn't help but shiver at the description.

	"Nabiki helped me do it the day before yesterday. I
was embarrassed to ask, but she's been doing it herself
for quite a while."

* * *

	Ryouga was at his wits' end. He was raging at the
injustice. Akane was apparently gone on a training trip
and Ranma was nowhere to be found. How dare Ranma go on a
training trip alone with Akane?!?!

	No one else besides Kasumi seemed to even know
anything about a training trip. Neither Ukyou nor Shampoo
seemed to have seen Ranma either. Ryouga couldn't find
Ranma *or* Akane anywhere he looked. All he could think
about was poor Akane suffering from Ranma's overbearing
behavior. He couldn't help but imagine his goddess doing
her best to cook for his hated enemy and Ranma doing his
damndest to make her suffer for it.

	 Slowly, and with many mistakes, he made his way
back to the Tendou home and wet himself with water from
the pond. He hoped that he could find a clue in either
Ranma's or Akane's rooms to where they had gone so he
could make sure to keep Akane from hurting too badly from
Ranma's boorish behavior.

	He could imagine himself arriving at their campsite
to see poor Akane slaving away over the campfire while
Ranma lounged indolently nearby.

	"When's that slop you call food going to be ready,
you stupid moron? Not that I'll eat any of it..."

	"It will be done as soon as possible," Ryouga could
hear Akane defending herself. "Please be patient."

	Ryouga would pound Ranma and lead Akane away from
him.

	"Akane, I have loved you for as long as I've known
you," he would proclaim.

	"Oh, Ryouga! I love you, too! I just couldn't admit
it before. Please stay with me, Ryouga..."

	"Oh, Akane..."

	Akane?

	As he entered Akane's room, he could smell her. With
his super-sensitive porcine nose, that was usually the
case even if she wasn't there. This smell... This smell
was different somehow. It was Akane, but more powerful,
more urgent. He followed his nose and ended up on Akane's
bed where the smell was the most potent. He put his nose
down to the slightly rumpled comforter in order to 'read'
the scent better.

	It smelled like...

	Ryouga couldn't put a name to it, but to Ryouga's
mind, there was something horribly wrong with the smell.
It was as if Akane was stressed somehow. The longer it
wafted through his nose, the more it smelled like Akane
was in a state of panic.

	Worried, he rooted around the room urgently looking
for any clue to Akane's whereabouts.

	He finally found himself on Akane's study desk.

	It was then that he found it.

	It was written in Akane's handwriting. She was
trembling when she wrote it.

	'I have Akane. Don't come after her, or it will go
badly for the both of you.'

	In Ryouga's little piggy head, the reason for
Akane's urgent scent on the bed clicked. 

	"BWEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
	
* * *
	
	Elsewhere...

	The Peach Blossom Spirit was being devoured against
her will. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the branches
of her tree. Down in between her legs, the sadistic red-
haired succubus lapped madly against her blossom.

	The dryad couldn't help but writhe against the
maddeningly pleasant abuse the demoness was doling out.
Her legs kicked uselessly against her bonds as the
demoness began to gently stroke her folds in counterpoint
to her licking. The little crown of woven peach blossoms
she was wearing began to disintegrate as the dryad's head
thrashed wildly in defiance of the licking and... of...
the... and...

	"Un-- Un-- AHHHHHHHH!"

	The demoness's lapping slowed.

	"Nnnnn... No more..." the Peach Blossom Spirt
begged.

	"Mmmm?" The horned demoness queried, changing her
lapping to a gentle sucking. 

	"N-no, please, Ranma. It's too sensitive!"

	"MMmmm... Oh. Sorry."

	"It's okay."

	The redhead pulled the horned beret off her head and
set it down on the hotel dresser. Naked, she licked her
fingers and sat next to the exhausted spirit. After a few
seconds of gazing down longingly at the darker-haired
girl, the redhead began to untie her.

	Her arms free but her ankles still tied to the bed
posts, Akane's arms went around her lover. She shuddered,
tightening her embrace around the smaller girl. "Nnnn..."
she groaned, still feeling echoes of the intense pleasure
she had just left behind.

	Several minutes passed with no sound but Akane's
occasional moan of pleasure as she snuggled against
Ranma's firm breasts.

	"I'm sorry it was over so soon," Akane volunteered
at last.

	"S'okay," Ranma answered. She grinned egotistically.
"I'm just pretty good with my mouth, huh?"

	"Mmm... Don't go getting *too* big a head. It's
certainly better when you're a girl. I think it's because
your tongue is a little thinner."

	"Could be. My lips feel a little larger when I'm a
girl, too." Ranma leaned over to untie Akane's ankles from
the bedposts
 
	"Maybe we should try it the other way around..."
Akane suggested naughtily once she was free, her lips
pursed in wry suggestion.

	"Your flowers kinda got messed up," Ranma noted, a
slight hint of worry and apology creeping into her voice.

	"It's okay," Akane leaned over slightly and reached
into the complimentary fruit basket on the table near the
bed. She plucked out a thin twig that linked two ripe
cherries and tucked it behind Ranma's ear. "Just lay down,
okay?"

	"Mmmm..." Ranma cooed as Akane began to knead her
breasts.

	Akane reached over onto the dresser and snatched the
novelty horned beret and set it rakishly over her ears.
She grinned meanly and extended her fingers like claws.

	"Oh, no please, I beg of you," The Cherry Blossom
Spirit cried as the dark-haired succubus began to tie her
to her own tree...

* * *
	
	Ryouga made it as far as Hokkaido on the money he
had with him before he had to take an odd job for more
travel cash. After an afternoon's worth of washing dishes
at small resort hotel, he climbed to the top of the
hotel's roof and looked out over the the tropical palm
leaves. In the distance, a tiny speck of red glowed
against the dark blue-green ocean. The new volcano was
active again, some of the islanders had told him. There
was a ferry tour the next day if he wanted to make some
more money carrying luggage for the rich American and
Japanese tourists.

	Before climbing up here, Ryouga politely declined,
citing his urgent need to move on. He had found an address
for a hotel in Kyoto near the abduction note and had been
trying to locate it without success. He had to get to
Kyoto! He had find her, and soon, before it was too late.

* * *

	It was too late for her...

	She ran in utter panic from the men who were trying
to mug her. If only there was some one to help her.

	She darted into one of the service corridors that
honeycombed the shopping mall. Hopefully, her pursuers
would lose her, but she was almost certain that they would
eventually happen upon her, regardless of where she was
hiding.  Once that happened, she knew that she would be
lost since the corridors were absolutely deserted. No one
would help her...

	"Can I help you, Miss?"

	She jerked and squealed in fright. She was reassured
by the man's appearance, however. He was a uniformed
policeman, and had a cute little pigtail sticking out from
underneath his service hat.

	"Oh, please," the girl begged in an almost
sickeningly sweet voice. "There are bad men after me. If
they catch me, they'll hurt me and do bad things to me!"

	"It's okay, little girl," the policeman assured her.
"I've already taken care of anything that might hurt you."

	The girl sighed in relief and collapsed against the
policeman's broad, muscular chest. "Oh, thank you, Sir,"
she blurted out. "If there's anything I can do to repay
you, I'll do anything!"

	"Anything?" The policeman asked, a wicked leer
crossing his face.

	"Oh, yes, Sir!" the girl explained in her cutesy
voice, "It's a debt of honor now. I'll do anything to make
you happy!"
	
	"Hmm... I have a few ideas, then," the policeman
murmured quietly.

	"Sir?"

	The policeman took the girl's hands and lowered her
down onto her knees. He gently stroked her short dark hair
with his white-gloved hand.

	"If you really will do anything, I want you to
unfasten my belt."

	"Of course, Sir!" the girl replied, grinning
sweetly. She worked at the simple brass buckle and pulled
the policeman's black leather belt from around his waist.

	"Good girl," the policeman congratulated her. "Now
undo the button."

	"Hai!" the girl nodded and worked at the brass
button on the policeman's pants. It came undone, revealing
yellow and blue boxer shorts beneath. There was already a
sizeable bulge pushing out from those boxers. The girl
looked at it in wonder and trepidation.

	She looked up expectingly at the policeman, trust
shining on her innocent face.

	The corners of the policeman's mouth turned up. He
reached down and pulled at the band of the boxers.

	The girl began to tremble slightly as the bulge
sprang out of the shorts at her. The policeman's engorged
member shook slightly as it pointed at her face. Her face
still shining with wonder and trust, the girl reached out
to touch it, but stopped at the last second. She looked up
at the smiling policeman for reassurance.

	"Go ahead," he prompted her. "It won't hurt you.
You're perfectly safe here."

	"Hai," the girl answered, letting her trembling
fingers rest against the elongated shaft.

	The policeman shuddered at the gentle touch.

	"Take it into your mouth," he commanded.

	"Yes, Sir," the girl answered in her cute voice. She
was trembling a bit, but boldly closed her lips around the
head of the shaft. Its salty-sweet taste threatened to
overwhelm her.

	"That's a good little girl. Now use your tongue a
bit."

	The girl lashed back and forth against it with her
tongue. Her lips tightened and loosened again.
	
	The policeman threw back his head and shuddered,
suppressing a loud groan.

	The girl's hat fell off as she began to move back
and forth, doing her best to let her mouth completely
surround the policeman's member. 

	He gently reached around the back of her head,
cupping it in his palms as the girl rocked back and forth.

	Her mouth open wide around his hard shaft, she
looked up at him. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with
innocence as she let it slide in far enough to touch the
back of her throat.

	"Are you a good little girl?"

	"Mmmph!" she replied, her mouth full.

	"And will you do anything for me?"

	"Mmm."

	"Anything?"

	"Mmmmmm."

	"Will you swallow it for me?"

	For the first time, the girl felt panic rising up
through her. She paused, and began to tremble slightly.
Her throat tried to close up and the familiar panic of
drowning began to solidify in her heart. She looked up
again with fear and anxiety beginning to replace trust.

	The eyes of the policeman showed that he knew what
he was asking for, though. His eyes spoke to her. They
said that he loved her. They said that he wanted to be
with her. All she needed was the gaze of his gentle eyes
to know that everything would be okay, even if she
couldn't do as he asked.

	It made her want to try all the more.

	The girl brought her petite hand up and began to
stroke along with her mouth. She could feel the
policeman's shaft begin to pulse.

	"Mmm?" she asked.

	The policeman nodded, his eyes shutting and his lips
pulling back over his teeth. "Ohh... keep going..."

	"Mmmm..."

	"Ohhh... Don't stop..."

	"Mmmm...."

	The shaft erupted inside the girl's mouth. Still
pumping with her hand, she began to gulp as rapidly as she
could, tasting the pungent flavor of the hot fluid as it
coursed down her throat. The thick, sticky semen was too
much for her. She gagged and gasped for air.

	Free of her mouth, the policeman's shaft spurted
again, spraying against her face.

	"Nnn... gah--"

	She took a deep breath, pulled the policeman's
member back into her mouth and began to suck gently. 

	Her mouth filled again with the fluid, but she took
her time in swallowing it. She began to savor the strong
flavor.

	She let go the policeman's flagging shaft with her
lips and began to lick it clean. She swallowed the rest of
the semen in her mouth, and licked her lips clean of the
fluid. Letting go with her hands, she began to lick her
fingers clean of the fluid as well.

	"You're a very good girl," the policeman
congratulated her. He  pulled up his boxers and refastened
his pants. "Were you afraid of drowning?"

	"Mmm... Hai," the girl answered.

	He knelt down next to her and pulled a towelette
package out of his pocket. He opened the paper packet and
pulled the moist towelette out.

	The girl closed her eyes and allowed him to clean
the semen off her face and out of her hair.

	"Do I look okay?" she asked.

	"Yeah," he answered. "We made more of a mess than I
thought we would, but I got it all out."

	She nodded, and stood weakly to her knees. She was
still trembling from the excitement.

	The policeman removed his jacket, gloves and hat,
leaving him in nondescript black pants and a white dress
shirt. The girl took them from him and wrapped the hat in
the jacket. The gloves were made of elastic material, so
she had no problems fitting them over her own fingers.

	"Do you think anyone noticed?" the man asked.

	"No. No one ever comes in these places during
working hours. I didn't see or hear anybody."

	The man nodded nervously. "Still we should get out
of here. Do you need something to drink?"

	The girl nodded, her eyes shining again with trust
and little-girl innocence. "Yes, Sir!" she replied in her
cutesy-sweet voice.

	"Oh," the man laughed. "You can stop that now,
Akane!"

	"Ohhh," she complained, bringing her gloved fists
sweetly to her chin. "But I was having fuunnn!"

* * *

	Ryouga had believed that he had finally made it to
Kyoto, but now he wasn't so sure.

	"Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to the
Fujihito hotel?"

	"Mit was befassen Sie sich, Herr?"

	"This is Kyoto, right?" Ryouga hoped.

 	"Sie sind in Brussels, idiot!"

	"Eedeeoht?" Idiot? Ryouga knew that word. It meant
'Stupid' in English. Or... Or did it mean 'This way to the
hotel?'

	Ryouga could only hope.

* * *

	Ranma executed a vicious overhead kick to his
opponent's head. Across from him, the seemingly giant
Polynesian man shrugged off the forceful blow and swiped
at Ranma with his barrel-like arms.

	In the audience, Akane's knees ground together as
she clutched at the hem of her skirt. She bit her lip to
keep from gasping out loud. Luckily for her, the roar of
the crowd cheering on the combatants drowned out the tiny
buzz coming from Akane's midsection.

	Ranma grimaced, realizing that he would have to rely
on his Kachuu Tenshin Amiguriken speed technique against
his opponent's bulk and stamina. He yelled and unleashed
dozens of blows into his opponent's belly. The large man
took the blows with a pained expression and reached in,
catching Ranma across the face with a glancing blow to his
temple.

	"He... he... he's g-good," Akane whispered, feeling
the waves of pleasure running up through her body. "B-b-
but... Ranma's... betterrrrrr...."

	She arched her back in her seat, fighting to keep
her eyes open and on the fight. With one hand, she reached
into her skirt pocket and slid the sliding control all the
way up to 'Full'.

	Ranma dodged in past the massive ham fists. He
dropped to his side and, with a powerful kick to the
underside of his opponent's jaw, lifted the man into the
air.

	The Polynesian man landed outside the ring with an
immense thud.

	The crowd went wild, screaming for Ranma.

	Akane went wild, screaming in orgasm. Nobody
noticed.

	The referee lifted a fan with a red circle on it;
Ranma was the winner by ring out. He leaned over and
offered his hand to the large man. The two grasped hands
and Ranma helped haul the man to his feet. They bowed to
each other, and the referee presented a trophy to Ranma.

	Akane huffed and puffed, trying to catch her breath.
She reached into her pocket to turn the vibrator off.

	A few minutes later, she managed to catch up with
Ranma near the back entrance to the locker rooms. She
threw her arms around him and bussed him noisily on the
lips. Ranma returned her affection, holding her tightly.

	Akane nuzzled her head into his chest.

	"Congratulations," she murmured.

	Ranma beamed, the small trophy clutched protectively
in one hand. "What about you? Isn't the women's tournament
about to start?"

	"Mmm... They delayed it for a couple hours. I
decided to relax a bit before it started."

	"Oh?"

	"Yes, feel."

	Since they were huddled together against the wall in
a fairly unobtrusive area, Akane grasped Ranma's hand and
placed it on her thigh. She slid it up until his eyes
widened in surprise.

	"You *did* enjoy yourself, didn't you?" he asked in
a quiet, startled voice, feeling the warm moisture
dripping off the small, thin, plastic shaft held firmly
between her legs. Ranma wanted to keep feeling, but pulled
his hand back and put it on his hip, lest he embarrass
himself in public

	"Yes, Sir!" Akane announced, pulling her gloved
hands up to her chin.

	"I thought you were gonna cut that out..."

* * *

	Ryouga carefully examined the tourist map. He had
bought it in the hope that it would have the location of
the hotel where Akane was being held. All the names were
in English, though, probably for the American tourists.

	Using the same method he used to pick the 'breaking
points' of rocks and boulders, Ryouga stabbed his finger
at the map, and then took off in a direction wholly
unrelated to the new hole in the map.

	"And if you look to your left, You'll see the
somewhat famous corner of Hollywood and Vine Avenue, where
many of the--"

	*SLAM*
	
	*SCRREEEEECH*

	*THUD*

	"Oh my god... Did we just hit that guy? Everybody,
please stay seated!"

	"Martha, did you see that? We just hit that young
man!"

	"Did I eat a baked ham? What? Speak up, Henry!"

	Ryouga shook his head, trying to clear the little
dancing P-chans away. He stood to his feet, trying to get
the number of the bus that hit him.

	"72-H-W-T-O-U-R-S" he read aloud.

	"Are you okay?" the driver leaned out and asked in
English.

	"Nani des? Hai! Okay!" Ryouga made a somewhat bleary
'Thumbs Up' sign.

	"He's okay, Everybody!" The bus driver cheered.

	"He's going to do my laundry? Speak up, Man!"

* * *	

	"You're a good little girl for doing so well at your
ballet recital," The dark-haired woman announced as she
applied a light blush to the cheeks of the red-headed
girl. She finished with the blush and began to apply a
pink lipstick to the girl's lips.

	"Hai, Mother," the girl answered quietly and
sullenly, the greasy feeling makeup on her lips
distracting her.

	"Sit up straight," the dark-haired woman commanded
as she blotted the girl's lips with a tissue. "Let Mother
get a look at you."

	"Hai, Mother."

	The redhead straightened, pulling her light, gauzy
tutu away from her thighs. Under the tutu, her tights,
which were thigh-highs, ended with little pink ribbons.
The dark-haired woman smiled warmly, reached in between
the girl's legs with one hand, and softly caressed the
girl's mound with tender fingers through the thin pink
leotard.

	She reached down with the other hand and untied the
ribbons that held the silken tights up. She pulled them
tight, tighter than they were before, and retied the bows.
She let her hand run up the girl's body and linger a few
seconds over her erect nipples, which were starting to
push against the thin elastic fabric of the leotard.

	"Now hold your head up so that I can put a pretty
ribbon in your hair."

	"Hai, M-m-Mu--  Akane..."

	"Ranma?" Akane's hands, which were already pulling
Ranma's long red hair back into a ponytail, froze.

	"Akane. Can we not do this? Its... I dunno."

	"No, it's okay Ranma. We don't have to do anything
that upsets you. Is it the costume?"

	Ranma glanced down at the very cute, but very
naughty, ballerina outfit. The stretchy leotard was
comfortable against Ranma's body, but about three sizes
too small. Her breasts were almost falling out the top,
and the crotch of the leotard kept pulling up deliciously
in between her nether lips and rubbing against her
clitoris. The ribboned tights were cute, but something
she'd much rather see on Akane than herself. She couldn't
see a mirror, but Akane had used makeup on her before
without ill effect. In a way that Ranma would never admit
vocally, and especially not as a man, it felt good to be
fussed over in such an intimate manner. The toe shoes she
wore currently were even pleasantly reminiscent of Ranma's
usual cloth Tai-Chi shoes.

	"Nah. The outfit's okay. I think it's the 'Mother'
thing. It's kinda weirding me out."

	Akane set down on the hotel bed next to Ranma and
began to wring her hands slightly. "I'm very sorry, Ranma.
I didn't mean for it to be this way."

	"Hey... it's no big deal. It's just... I guess I've
spent so much time trying to please my mom by being
'Manly' that this is making me jumpy. If it's just for
you, I don't mind the costume or the makeup or anything.
It's just that... well... we're kinda bringing my mom in
here, too."

	"I... I think I understand," Akane answered. "I'm
not sure that it would affect me the same way, but I
really do think I understand."

	"I... I don't think I mind doin' it different if you
can think of somethin'," Ranma offered.

	"Okay," Akane replied at some length. "How about..."

	The ballerina arched her back against the bedpost.
She brought one toe shoe up to her waist, unfolded her
leg, and lifted the foot well above her head.
	
	In between her legs, the leotard simply gave up and
rolled up and off to one side, displaying her thin, red
delta and lightly furred petals.

	"Now," her instructor commanded. "Pirouette and
stroke yourself."

	"Hai, Sensei!" the ballerina replied
enthusiastically, lowering her leg slightly. She turned on
her toes, one hand cupping her breast and the other
running gently between her petals....


* * *

	Tired, confused, and worried for Akane, Ryouga
struggled to keep walking through the thick vegetation.

	"Do you happen to know... know where I can find
Japan?" he reluctantly asked a man in a suit that he could
see through the trees.

	"Are you okay, boy?" the businessman asked. "You're
in downtown Kyoto!"

	"Huh?"

	The business man led Ryouga out from in between the
silk flowers and ficus trees. "Why don't you come out here
into the lobby and have a seat. Do you need a doctor?"

	"Lobby... I'm inside?!?! Tell me! Do you know where
the Fujihito Hotel is?!?!"
	
	"Son, you're *inside* the Fujihito hotel. Now why
don't you calm down and let me call a doctor."

	"No!" Ryouga gulped. He was so close! "There's no
time. I have to save her before it's too late. Where's the
front desk?"


* * *

	"Are you sure you want to do this, Akane? I've heard
some bad things about it."

	Akane nodded slowly and  carefully as she pulled the
short pleated skirt over her hips and up around her waist.

	"Yes, Ranma. I'm sure," she reassured the redhead as
she adjusted her tiara. "I've been wanting to try it for a
while now. If it hurts too badly, I won't do it again."

	Ranma nodded, her worry and excitement both clear on
her face. "Go ahead and lie down, then."

	The magical girl found herself in a pretty bad bind.

	"Hahahah!" Dark General Oxide laughed evilly.
"You're mine now, Mystic Soldier Kelli," the evil woman
proclaimed. She was clad in the standard uniform for the
Black Kingdom, which looked strangely like a very
constricting Tokyo policeman's outfit wrapped with black
leather belts.
	
	Mystic Solider Kelli was indeed a captive of the
General Oxide. The buxom red-head laughed and laughed,
sending waves of fear and dread through the magical girl.
She was tied face down, her wrists and ankles bound to
Oxide's torture table.


	"You'll never win against the Mystic Soldiers,"
Kelli announced defiantly.

	"Oh? I thought I already had."

	To Kelli's horror, Oxide ripped the bottom of her
magical garments away, leaving only her skirt to protect
her. The magical girl's slim buttocks and vulva were open
for the dark general's abuse.

	"Now, feel the pain of defying the Black Kingdom,
Kelli," Oxide commanded. She produced a thin plastic
shaft, which she slid in between the mystical soldier's
hairless lips. Disregarding the girl's cries, the general
pushed the device all the way in. Then, raising the
control, she slid the power setting to "Low" and slowly
worked her way up to "Full", while pulling and prodding at
the girl's clitoris.

	"Ahhh!" Kelli screamed. "No more, Oxide! AHHHH! NO!
I'll tell you anything you want!"

	"Oh, it's too late for that, Mystic Soldier. I'm
enjoying hurting you too much to stop. You'll tell me
later anyway, so I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.
Don't you worry your pretty little head about it!"

	"What are you going to do, Oxide?" Kelli demanded,
gritting her teeth at the sensation of the device inside
her.

	"I'm going to show you a new kind of suffering,"
Oxide announced.

	With that, she let one gloved finger run across the
tiny hole of Mystic Girl Kelli's anus.

	Kelli gasped at the contact and desperately turned
her head back and forth, trying to see what the evil
general was about to do to her.

	"No! Please, Oxide. No!"

	"Too late, Kelli," Oxide whispered. The redheaded
general produced another shaft, similar to the first. It
was slathered in a clear lubricant of some kind. With a
cruel motion, Oxide placed the tip of it at the tiny hole
and began to push.

	Kelli's head whipped up and her eyes went wide in
horror.

	Oxide maneuvered the device and pushed it so that
the first half inch or so began to spread Kelli's anus.

	"No... please... no..." Kelli begged, a hint of
genuine pain in her voice.

	"Akane..." Ranma whispered.

	"Keep going," Akane hissed back.

	"Now you see what it means to work against us,
Kelli," Oxide taunted. "Feel the full fury of the Black
Kingdom!"

	With that, she tightened her grip on the device,
slowly pushing it deep inside Kelli's rectum.

	The girl screamed at the intrusion and writhed in
panic and terror at the powerfully intense sensations. She
felt like her body was going to burst from being
penetrated twice.

	Oxide began to stroke the device in and out of her,
regardless of Kelli's weakening cries. With her other
hand, Oxide took hold of the first device and began to
work them in and out of the magical girl in counterpoint.
Kelli's screams were a continuous moan now.

	"This is only the beginning, Mystic Soldier. Prepare
to--"

	*BLAM*

	The door was very literally blown in off its hinges.

	Ranma froze in shock and embarrassment.

	The dust cleared, and Ryouga got a clear glimpse of
what was going on in the room.

	On the bed lay Akane. She was tied spread-eagle to
the bedposts with several pillows under her belly, holding
her thighs and backside in the air. She was wearing some
obscene cartoon-like sailor fuku that was ripped in
several places. Ryouga fought off the wave of intense
embarassment such a sight caused in him, giving in to the
rage it inspired instead. If Ryouga hadn't been so angry,
he would have passed out with a nosebleed right then and
there.

	Behind her, Ranma stood. 

	Ryouga's nemesis was... *violating* Akane with a
pair of loudly buzzing shaft-like devices. Worse, Ranma
was dressed in some kind of strange S&M getup with leather
straps and lots of black fabric.

	Ryouga saw red.

	Now... Ranma must be forgiven for being hit by
Ryouga's punch. Besides being bound up in her super tight
'General' costume, she was also shaking with her
excitement and desire for Akane. She had her hands out
protectively over her fiancee's privates, and had a
stunned look on her face from being broken in on so
suddenly.

	"You *Die*, Ranma," Ryouga growled, dashing through
the open doorway and pounding Ranma on the chin. The girl
was so out of it that she didn't even try to defend
herself.

	Ranma flew back, knocking the bathroom door open
with a bang. Her head hit the edge of the ceramic basin
with a loud crack, and Ranma fell limp and unconscious to
the floor.

	"For torturing Akane, there is only one punishment,
Ranma," Ryouga declared in an accusatory tone. He stalked
forward, his fists fairly glowing with his rage and
hatred. Ranma Saotome would not live to hurt Akane again.

	Ryouga pulled his fist back and--

	"Oh, God! Please, Ryouga, nononooono!" Akane
pleaded, jumping in front of his blow. "Oh, please, please
don't hurt Ranma please--"

	Ryouga pulled his punch just in time. He *almost*
broke the girl's jaw. 

	As it was, Akane clenched her eyes shut and waited
for the blow.

	"But--" Ryouga glanced stupidly at the bed, where
Akane had been tied down seconds ago. "But-- Ranma...
and..."

	Crying almost hysterically, Akane pulled her wrists
up as she held her mostly naked body in front of Ranma's
unconscious form. Ryouga gulped out loud. He couldn't help
but note the electrical cords still hanging from in
between her legs.

	"See! Slipknots! We never use real knots, please!
Please!" Akane cried in real terror.

	"I... I..." Ryouga staggered back in confusion. He
didn't understand what was going on. He was confused and
Akane was hurt and somehow he had done it and he wanted to
cry or hit something or...

	"Wass..." Ranma mumbled. "Izz... Ryouga?"

	"Oh God, Ranma," Akane cried, forgetting all about
Ryouga for the moment. "Oh god, I thought he killed you oh
why didn't you dodge or block or..."

	Akane broke down in to hysterics. The intensity of
the situation, combined with the extreme shame and
embarrasment of beind discovered was just too much for
her.

	Ryouga, his mouth hanging open, fell to the floor in
shock.

* * *

	After Akane and Ranma had calmed down and dressed,
Ranma had changed into a guy, the hotel security team had
been calmed down, and the door had been wedged back into
place to await real repair, Ranma glared at Ryogua in
irritation over his tea at the hotel's outdoor cafe.

	"So you see, Ryouga," Akane explained. "we've been
going out seriously since just after the failed wedding. I
kinda knew that you liked me, but I thought that you were
over it, or I would have told you sooner."

	Ranma just smirked at the lost boy, who was staring
miserably down into his tea.

	"And since the tournament meant we had the
opportunity to be away from our parents all week," Akane
continued, "we took the opportunity to get away so that we
could be together the whole time."
	
	Ryouga listened, hearing, comprehending, but not
believing what his ears were telling him.

	"But... the rope... the... the torture... the
note..."

	Akane glanced at Ranma in understanding.

	"I think he found the note we made," she guessed.

	Ranma shrugged noncommittally. "I meant to throw it
away, but I forgot. Heh..."

	"It's not torture, Ryouga," Akane admitted in
embarrassment over her tea. "It's a... a game," she
whispered.

	"A game..." Ryouga mumbled.

	Akane nodded, her cheeks turning pink. "I... we...
like to... to experiment a little bit, so when Ranma and I
make love, well, sometimes we play these little games to
make things more exciting."

	The words hit Ryouga like bullets.

	'...Ranma and I make love...' he heard. '...Ranma
and I make love...' Over and over again. '...Make love...'

	'...Make love...'

	'...Make love...'

	'...Make love...'

	'...LOVE...'

	"Love isn't supposed to be about hurting women!"
Ryouga blurted out.

	"Ryouga..." Akane murmured. Her blush deepened.
"Ranma never hurts me. I *like* being tied up and
punished," she admitted in a whisper. She took another
gulp of her tea to hide her extreme embarrassment. "Ranma
has only ever done what I've asked him to do," she stated
seriously. "Ranma does it because he loves me, not because
he wants to hurt me or humiliate me."

	"You... you... *love* her and you do those horrible
things to her?!?!" Ryouga demanded.

	Ranma sipped his tea. "Yeah," he stated after
several seconds. "Just like I put on a dress and makeup
and play little girl for her when she wants me to. You
gotta problem with that, P-chan?"

	Ryouga stared back and forth between the two in
shock. He really couldn't belive what they were saying. He
*knew* that Ranma was a pervert, but... but...
***Akane***????

	"I... I..." he stammered.

	"They're not horrible things," Akane commented. "If
Ranma meant to hurt me, then they would be, but that's
just not the case. You have to understand, Ryouga. This is
what we want! Don't be mad at Ranma. Be happy for us!
Please?"

	Ryouga felt sick. 

	Akane belonged to Ranma and was happy like that.
Worse, she was happy being regularly raped and humiliated
at his hands. Ranma had convinced her to participate in
horrid, deviant sexual acts that drove the most stable of
men insane with their evil.

	Or...

	Or...

	Akane loved Ranma. Ranma was content to let her play
her role-playing games because it spiced up their sex-
life. Akane *liked* to have her body tortured and
manipulated because it gave her a sexual thrill. She would
always be happy with Ranma because Ranma would give that
to her.

	"The world is a dark and lonely place," Ryouga
whispered.

	"What?" Akane asked.

	"I'm... I'm sorry I ruined your trip," Ryouga
apologized. "I... I didn't know that you and Ranma
were..."

	"Sleeping together?" the pigtailed martial artist
supplied.

	Ryouga gulped and nodded, tears standing in his
eyes. "Yes, that. I... don't understand the things I've
seen, but I hope you're happy, Akane. If Ranma ever starts
to hurt you, please leave him."

	"I don't think Ranma *can* hurt me, Ryouga," Akane
stated. "He can't even bring himself to hit me when we're
training."

	Ryouga gulped. "I... I have to go away now. For a
training trip. Or something. Or..."

	"I understand," Akane interrupted him, clasping his
fist in her two tiny hands. Under the cuff of the police
jacket she was wearing, Ryouga could see the thickness of
white rope still tied around her wrist.

	"I have to... bye now... Akane." 

	Not daring to look back, Ryouga turned and ran away
from the table. In the setting sun, he leapt the fence
around the cafe and ran off. He ran into a tree in a
nearby park, changed direction slightly, and kept going.

	"Ryouga..." Akane murmured.

	Ranma exhaled deeply and buried his face in his
hands.

	"Are you mad?" Akane asked seriously.

	"Mad? Me? Shit, I thought he was over you! I thought
he had given up and was chasing Akari Unryuu."

	Akane shrugged. "I knew that he had a crush on me
for a little while, but I never realized it was so
serious. I think I really hurt his feelings."

	"Well," Ranma snapped. "There's a lot about Ryouga
you don't know, and a lot *I* can't tell you 'cause I was
a dumb-ass and swore on my honor that I wouldn't."

	Akane grimaced, wrapping her arms around Ranma's
shoulder. "Honor isn't a bad thing," she replied. "You
should keep your promises."

	Ranma raised an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut.
"Just promise you'll remember that when the time comes,
Okay?" he finally replied.

	Akane nodded, laying her head against his arm. "Oh,
Ranma..."

	Together, the watched the sun set into the sea.

	"I promise," Akane finally stated. "I don't know why
it's so important, but I promise that I'll always try to
understand your honor," she swore to the martial artist.

	Ranma sighed deeply. In what was a rare public
display, Ranma leaned over and kissed his fiancee.

	"I love you."

	"I love you, too."

	That night, Ryouga somehow made it back into Nerima
ward and back to the dojo. As P-chan, he crawled into a
basket Kasumi set up for him in the main room and did his
best to try to understand. It was going to take him a long
while...

	Ranma and Akane? Well...

	Ranma and Akane already understood. They did what
they liked and stayed away from what they didn't like.
They did the things they liked a *lot* and did their best
not to care what anyone else thought...

* * *

	"So this is how you repay my secret love, Mystic
Soldier Bunni?" Dark General Bromide demanded. 
		
	The red-headed magical girl cried out as the dark-
haired general slowly slid the torture device deep into
her rectum. Bromide laughed evilly and began to nibble
Bunni's delicate, red-furred lips around the other
vibrating device, mercilessly torturing the magical girl. 

	Eventually, Bunni cried out as Bromide forced her to
a powerful double orgasm. (Secretly, though, it wasn't a
cry of pain. Mystic Soldier Bunni *liked* powerful double
orgasms.)


END
----------------------------------------
	
	This is the single most naughty fic I've written to
date. So naughty in fact, that it almost belongs on
alt.sex.stories, rather than an anime list.	

	For those of you who have read it, this story is
referred to in my earlier story 'Return of the Instant
Nannichuan' by the following lines:

	'This one time, she came up with this intricate
little
game, where I was a bad guy and had to keep her from
getting
rescued. It was a little weird, but for once, *I* got to
be
the guy who kidnapped Akane.'

	'Poor guy, that was when Ryouga found out we were
sleeping 
in the same bed. He thought Akane really was kidnapped
from the
fake note she made up for the game. Once he caught up with
us, Akane spilled the beans.'

	'Nannichuan' is a flashback story, so the setting
for this story can be taken as being after Ranma and Akane
have started university and the two have made love with
both of them as women the first time. It's before Akane
uses the 'Instant Nannichuan' powder for her 'Ulimate
Experiment'.

	I have a very easy time seeing Ranma and Akane being
into B&D and roleplaying. In the manga, more than in the
Anime, there's always an element of exhibitionism and
guilty experimentation around Akane, a strong element of
role-playing around Ranma and a definite, powerful sexual
tension between two, even when both are girls. Akane's
much more a prude in the manga and always seems to feel
guilty about the things that go on. I've taken the
creative liberty of having her 'loosen up' as she got a
little older, so to speak. For those who've read the
original or a translation of the 'Spring Sleep Incense'
story, we know that Akane has very vivid and somewhat
sexual dreams. For the majority of the fantasies in
'Fantasy Life', I've tried to emulate that level of
fantasy. Some of R&A's fantasies are darker than others
and some are lighter. It's all in the experimentation,
though.

I'd like to thank Vince Seifert and John Go for prereading.
Great job, guys!

Live life to the fullest and be happy doing it. 

C.
* * *

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"...And though my incredible talent for violence frightens
even me, I know now that this is MY ONE TRUE DESTINY!!!"

- Jeffery (from Slayers: Jeffery's Knighthood)