[Episode 90117] [Episode 90117]As for Ranma.
Ranma also genuinely cared about all the girls, if not loved each of them. He was a very kind sort, even to the point of being worried about his enemies, and it was unfeasible that he loved all of the girls in someway or another.
He was also, of course, very egotistic and a major part of his problem with people was that he was too egotistic to back away from any challenge, even if he didn't want the prize at the end of the challenge.
Anytime someone came on to one of the girls and tried to push him out of the picture in one way or another, he sulked and then picked a fight. He may not have realized, completely, what it was, but Ranma was used to the girls being after him and when that changed he tended to react rather...stupidly.
So, of course, when one of the girls admitted love for him, and what girl couldn't love him, and went further to say that she'd accept his being with other women (no jealousy and beatings from this one, YAY!) and the girl happened to be the one with whom he had discovered at least part of what his mother meant by "manly," known to certain doctors as "the joy of sex," well, of course, his reaction was predictable.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief and wiped his forehead before smiling a somewhat prideful smirk, even such as he had worn when he got Ukyou to convince her feelings during the reversal jewel fiasco.
Again, however, Ranma was a very kind person, and experience had taught him a fair amount of caution and paranoia as well. And he could well guess how Mariko's assertion would be taken. This was not a very comforting thought and, thankfully for his sake, reined in his mouth for a moment.
He sighed and moved to the girl, she was dressed in a mini-skirt with suspenders and a halter top rather than her school uniform or her cheerleading uniform. Upon reaching Mariko, her back still turned toward him, her wrapped his arms around her and brushed his chin against the back of her neck, placing his mouth near her ear.
Mariko gasped and weaved slightly in his grasp as he touched her, but the effect was not so great with her as it was among the others. The touch found, as already stated, that its work was already done for it the girl's mind and all that remained was to alter the body and soul to match the race that she would become. And she would become all the more quickly for the activity that was soon to be upon her.
Both Ranma nad her took the sudden gasp and brief dizziness to be a sign of her true love and affection for Ranma.
Which was probably true in sense.
"You know if they find out," Ranma said. "They're going to hurt you."
"I don't care," Mariko said. "I can defend myself. As long as they don't hurt you...my...my lord."
She turned hesitantly around to look at him, eyes filled with affection and longing. It was the same look he'd gotten from the girls at the Tendo dojo, but at least at the moment there was only one girl (who he was reasonably certain wouldn't try to kill him in jealousy). And it was a girl he'd been "manly" with several times over the past two months. He wasn't as inclined to be nervous about being looked at "that way" considering these circumstances.
She closed her eyes as he leaned in and their lips met and Ranma lifted her up. As their tongues danced together, he was carrying her back toward the mattress that lay in the back room and then laying her down upon the ground.
Mariko was unmindful of the itching of her ears as she was laid down on the bed. Nor did she care about the way the base of her spine likewise began to send a peculiar sensation to her mind. She took it as just anticipation of Ranma's touch in that region of her bounteous country.
Ranma held her hands securely as they kissed passionately and then he slipped one hand under the edge of her halter-top's fabric. She opened her eyes momentarily and shared a twinkle of expectation with the eyes of her paramour before his lips parted from her to attend to her throat.
Her hands gripped outward, held gently together by wrists in Ranma's left hand as his second hand began to pull her top up along her body. The martial artist's lips retreated reluctantly, and at the last possible moment, from her fair and delicate throat, to allow the piece of clothing to pass over her head and face. And then he left it about her arms as a sort of fragile bond.
Ranma's left hand was thus freed to cup Mariko's chin as she mock-writhed against the flimsy strength of her own cloth-top, her bossom straining against the strapless bra she wore under the top. Her face had a spriteful smile as she and Ranma again engaged their tongues together and Ranma's right hand pulled the cup of the bra off his lover's left breast.
Ranma's tongue brushed off of a sharp tooth and bled slightly. He pulled back partly in surprise, and looked to see the same shock upon Mariko's face. The cheerleader shrugged against knowledge of what had happened and Ranma waved it off as an unremarkable accident in the passion of things. He was half-right.
The hand under her chin moved up to stroke through her hair, brushing past a pointing ear without noticing the change.
Meanwhile, his mouth worked its way down to the one breast now uncovered and pushed upward by the effect of the cup slipped off and now pulled upwards by its twin in an effort to remain balanced. His right hand explored the contours of Mariko's firm rear end and was momentarily surprised to find a sizeable lump there he did remember. Feeling, a twist of fur he assumed it was a prop-costume that Mariko had not yet shown and turned back to his half-worship at her graceful mountains and valleys.
The half-proper manner the bra held her chest in sent the blood rushing through the skin and brought all awareness of that region to the attention of her perceptions and the effect, as Ranma kissed the bare breast and his left hand began to massage the other through the lycra of the cup, brought out stuttering gasps from Mariko. She'd loved that particular effect when they'd first stumbled on it, and she loved it still.
Her fingers lengthened and sharpened unnoticed, turning hard and white as ivory claws, as her arms strained the fabric of the halter top. Then Ranma started to kiss his way down the low plains of her abdomen and her flat, athletic belly with its one knot of flesh where she had been seperated finally from her mother.
She cooed ecstatically as he travelled, anticipation building in her until Ranma's hands slipped at the edges of her panties and pulled them down her legs with aching slowness. As he did, Mariko felt a tightness that had been growing distracting was finally released and she sighed a long breath, and let stretch the length that was her developing tail.
Ranma and Mariko were both athletes that pracitced their arts fervantly and both learned quickly. They had taken to sex in about the same manner. What they, or more precisely Ranma, was doing at the moment was a collection of things they had culled from reading various magazine "articles", some doujinshi and internet sites along with trial and error. They considered themselves to have reached a point where they were competent, and as long as they thought it was good, that was all that mattered, of course.
But there were a number of differences, aside from the exact mix of "techniques" Ranma was using, this time, owing to the new variable added to the mix by Ranma's mother. Both of them had noticed, of course, but as of it the sensations involved hadn't been displeasing enough to distract them from the act. In fact, one or two had actually enhanced the feeling. So neither was yet aware of the changes going through Mariko's body at a much higher speed than the other girls were subjected to.
Ranma noticed the tail as he gently pushed Mariko's legs apart, drawing a slight groan from her as he forced her to stretch wide, or at least what a normal girl would consider wide. Mariko hardly felt the stretch, but the touch of her lover was certainly thrilling, and there was an act to maintain as well.
Ranma had already dismissed the tail as a costume piece, despite the fact that Mariko's mini-skirt should have had no way to hide such a tail, already three feet long and still growing, so the martial artist was only momentarily distracted from his next move.
Mariko was the passenger for this routine, as determined in the beginning when Ranma slipped the halter-top only past her head and left it around her hands. Ranma was set, by his own account, to pleasure her. Perhaps later he'd take a turn as the prisoner, but for the moment he was the one doing the work.
Ranma kissed the inside of Mariko's knee and gingerly slid down the length of her leg, letting his tongue trail a wet line along the way to the long-harvested flower of her womanhood. But he did not go all the way to that heavenly point. Rather he stopped just short, twirling his tongue teasingly at her inner thigh before turning to her other leg to repeat the procedure.
After that, he lightly probed her with a pair of fingers, stroking lightly as if fearful of breaking her netherlips. Mariko arched her back at the torturous pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut, twisting with every little stroke that failed to penetrate through.
And then, Ranma twisted her around to face down into the mattress. In surprise, Mariko's eyes shot open wide and her triangular, furred ears, hidden from Ranma by the halter top over the back of her head, twitched. Finger-claws dug deep into the mattress below her as she wondered what Ranma was about.
She felt herself pushed up on to her knees and blinked in anticipation as her mini-skirt was inched higher up her body, doubtless uncovering the untanned skin of her generous, but not too generous, rump.
There was a pause she didn't understand as Ranma almost stopped to puzzle out how the "prop" tail was attached to Mariko. Fortunately for Mariko's nerves he didn't pause long enough to notice that it was actually growing out of her, and instead he merely pushed it softly aside, bring a small eruption of confusion and erotic pleasure into Mariko's mind.
And then Ranma's hands were pressing and moulding her rear end before travelling up, or down, her back and around back to her belly. Which was when Ranma finally entered her, bringing a short and quiet yip from the new kitsune.
"You want something to yip about, Foxy?" Ranma asked, and Mariko wondered how Ranma guessed she'd been thinking of that particular roleplay earlier.
The question was driven out of her mind as Ranma thrust forward into her again and she curled her fingers into a fist, taking a fistful of stuffing out of the mattress as she did so.
The motion and pressure, coupled with Mariko's sharp breathing and the increasing and unintentional yips, built higher and faster with each forward thrust of Ranma's into the passage of the vixen's womb.
Her left breast, already pushing the bra to its limits, finally prushed itself free of the cup of her strapless bra and move toward hanging freely and bouncing tauntingly along with its sister peak.
In as much as she was able to think, Mariko inched her hands and arms out of the halter top, letting it go free as she lost more control and continously risked tearing it. She had brought no extra clothes this time and had no desire to ruin her outfit while she could think it through.
The effort did slow down the coupling just a little, Mariko's distraction partially derailing the rhythm they had built up and worked upon, but they recovered their stride quickly and soon Mariko was driving back to meet Ranma as she nearly howled with each new pulse.
And then finally she exploded, screaming out in ecstacy and nearly collapsing in a heap which Ranma had to help support as he followed her seconds behind.
He was working up to holding his climax back further, in hopes of bringing Mariko to the clouds a second time, a feat he hadn't yet managed on one go, but he had noticed something that distracted his handle of the reins of passion and, as a result, he released quicker than he meant.
Released and fallen from the rhythm of love making, Ranma lay down upon the maimed mattress next to Mariko, popping out of her noisly, as he wondered at the fact that had distracted him.
Mariko's tail and ears weren't fake.
Read the comments on this episode
See other episodes by Thrythlind
(Posted Wed, 28 Jan 2004 15:47)
Questions? Problems? Suggestions?
Send a mail to addventure@bast-enterprises.de
or use the contact form.
らんま1/2 © Rumiko Takahashi
All other series and their characters are © by their respective creators or owners. No claims of ownership of these characters are implied by the authors of this Addventure, or should be inferred.
The Anime Addventure is a non-profit site.