Wicked Man Pills - The Second Chapter

A Lemon fanfic

by Daremo Kamen

Ranma 1/2 and all characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Shogakkan publishing.
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Kasumi Tendo’s normal gentle smile became just a tad frozen.  She had stepped into the kitchen for a last check on what she needed to buy at the market only to find her youngest sister busily at work. “Akane?  What are you doing?  And why are you wearing your gi?”
“Oh, hello big sister”, said Akane, “I’m making curry.”
Kasumi’s expression didn’t change but she heaved a mental sigh of relief.  With curry Akane’s damage to her kitchen should be within acceptable limits.
When Akane added, “I’m almost finished.”, the sigh became larger.  But it became a wince when she said, “I’m wearing the gi because it’s for the martial arts cook out challenge I’m going to have with Shampoo and Ukyou in the dojo.  Ranma doesn’t know it but he is going to be the judge.”
“Oh my, that sounds like fun”, Kasumi said as she consoled herself that the dojo was largely Akane and Ranma’s area of authority, and that damage there wouldn’t interfere with the functioning of the home.  “I’m sorry I’m going to miss it, but it’s time to do the shopping”, she added as she made a quick check on which cleaning supplies she was going to need more of, then went to the foyer, put on her shoes and left.

Akane grinned to herself as she heard the front door close.  You could set your clock by Kasumi’s shopping which was very convenient when you were up to something.  “Yes, almost finished.  Just one spice left.”, she murmured as she scooped a generous helping of rice from the cooker to a plate and then stirring in the pill Shampoo had given her before covering it with several ladles of the curry she had made.  Then she went out to the dojo.
She could hear Ranma inside practicing, and she could see Ukyou outside waiting with a cardboard take out box from her restaurant.
“Good morning, Akane-chan.  Should we go inside?”
“You know the rules Ukyou, we all go in together.  We have to wait for Shampoo.” Akane said, then added, “You sure are in a rush to start.  You’re wearing dancers stirrup tights instead of your normal pants.  And if I look close I can see thru them.”
Just then the amazon in question leapt from the wall to land next to them, in her Chinese mini-dress and carrying a wooden delivery box from the Cat Café.  “Akane right, you no start without Shampoo.  But Ukyou right also. Already Akane make us wait two weeks past deadline.  If Akane no want to, can leave everything to Shampoo and Ukyou.”
Akane sniffed, “I know I can’t stop you, so I have to be there to protect Ranma.  You remember how worn out he was after last time.  That's why I insisted we wait.  And if I left you two alone you’d get distracted fighting each other and he’d end up wandering the streets as -” and here Akane imitated Shampoos cadences “Arrogant, impudent and shameless!  A super-energetic lust filled horny evil man!  Just like the last time you fed him the wicked man pills.  That’s the only reason I’m here.”
Ukyou and Shampoo exchanged a glance, then Ukyou said, “That speech would be a little more convincing if you were wearing a bra, sugar.”
“Shampoo think Akane scratch itch once, want to scratch again.  Either that or feel very cold.”
Hurriedly pulling her gi top closed Akane hissed, ”I’m not going to argue about it.  Let’s get this over with!” Suiting action to word she slid open the door to the dojo and stepped inside with a peremptory call of, “Ranma!”
Ranma stopped the pattern he was doing and turned to look at her.  “What do you want, Akane?”, he said with a look of annoyance that turned to nervousness when he saw the plate in her hands.
“Ukyou, Shampoo and I have a cooking contest and you’re going to judge it.”, she said as they stepped through the door to flank her.
“Ah, Akane, why’d you go and do something like that?  You don’t have a chance in a cooking contest with ANYONE let alone Shampoo and Ucchan!”
“Hah, that’s what you think!  We all agreed to create original dishes never done before, like Iron Chef!  That puts us on an equal basis!”
Visibly sweating Ranma groused, “More like Iron stomach Chef.”, as he scanned for an escape.  But it was too late, the girls had surrounded him.
“Sorry Ranma honey.  You’re going to have to take it like a man.” grinned Ukyou.
Shampoo smiled sweetly, “Airen need to see who make best wife.”
Akane growled, “So you’re going to eat everything without saying a word, than tell us who made the best meal.  Ukyou, you go first.”
Ukyou pulled out her okonomiyaki, decorated with a heart of sauce, and tossed the box into the corner of the dojo.  “This is an okonomiyaki with snapping turtle meat and a garlic sauce.  Enjoy, honey.”
Ranma sighed, “At least I’ll get two good meals before I die.”, and quickly devoured Ukyou’s offering.
Seething at Ranma’s comment, Akane said, “Now it’s Shampoo’s turn.”
Shampoo slid up the door of her delivery box and handed him a steaming bowl and a set of chopsticks.  “Is stir fried snake and chives on hot noodles!  Is too, too delicious Airen!”
Ranma cocked a skeptical eye at that and started slowly, but at the first taste he smiled and the contents of Shampoo’s bowl rapidly joined the okonomiyaki.
As Shampoo put the empty bowl back Akane held out her plate and spoon and said, “Now it’s my turn!  This is chicken curry with grilled catfish, I call it sampan curry!”
“But it’s brown and lumpy, Akane!”
“Curry is always brown and lumpy, Baka!  And you weren’t supposed to say anything until you ate all three!  So eat it!”
Hesitantly Ranma scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, swallowed and gave a surprised umph and returned the spoon to the plate.  The curry didn’t disappear at the same rate as the first two dishes but no-one would be able to call it slow.
Just as he polished the plate clean, Ranma froze.  Taking a deep breath Akane leaned forward, letting her top gape open a bit and said, “Well?  Which was best?”
Ranma looked up with a leer and said, “Why did you all make foods that are supposed to improve your sex drive?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about you pervert!  Now which was best?”
“How can I tell who made the best MEAL until I’ve tried their DESSERT?”, and with that he skimmed the plate into the same corner as Ukyou and Shampoo’s boxes then swept Akane’s legs out from under her and laid her on her back on the floor.
“Now this dessert has a loose wrapper.  It hides what’s inside but is easy to open.”, he said as he rolled her legs into the air and with a single movement stripped off her pants and sent them to follow the dishes, then laid her back down and spread open her gi top.
Ranma leered again.  “Only a single layer of wrapping?  You must want me taste this.” He began to lick and suck her breasts, fondling the one he wasn’t teasing with his mouth while his other hand softly stroked between her legs.  When he switched his mouth to the other breast he would also switch hands.  Akane began to feel warm, her breath started to come in gasps and she felt herself becoming wet between her legs.
Ranma stopped and held up his damp fingers.  “Well, well, well. Something else to taste on this dessert.”  Without another word he spread her legs and dived in.
As Akane felt Ranma’s flashing tongue on her pussy the warmth became an inferno.  The gasps became a keening panting.  And when Ranma stopped and sucked hard on her bean it was like she had been shocked with electricity.  She came with a flood that felt like it would never stop gushing.
Akane finally caught her breath and looked at Ranma kneeling between her legs.  He rather ostentatiously licked her honey off his face and grinned, “Not bad.  But if needs more filling.”, as he pushed down his pants and boxers, exposing the long hard shaft she remembered so well from six weeks previously.  He placed its head at her opening then leaned forward to place a palm on each breast as he added, “These sweetbuns should have been kneaded more also.”
With a single thrust he pushed into her to the hilt.  Once again Akane was filled to the maximum.  Then the pull that seemed to drag her insides with it, followed by the slam as she was filled once again.  All the while her breasts were being mauled in the most delightful way.  As sparks filled Akane’s vision she gasped, “Oh! ... Ranma! ... In... In... Incredible! ...  I... it’s so gooood! ... I... I... I’m... coooomiiiing!”  And as she shuddered with orgasm she could feel Ranma’s manhood shoot into her again and again as he also climaxed.
Ranma pulled out of her with a pop, and she could dimly sense him stand up.  Slowly she rolled onto her side.  She felt like a puddle, even as another puddle started to drool out of her pussy lips, run down her thigh and begin to pool on the floor.  A satisfied smile spread across her face as she heard Ranma say, “Now let’s see what Shampoo’s dessert is like.”

Shampoo almost shivered in anticipation as Ranma gave her an evil smile while slowly circling her.  Then he pressed tight against her side.
“Excellent presentation, Shampoo.  But let’s see what you’re serving.”, he said as he undid the fastenings from the collar to the side of her Chinese blouse, letting her impressive breasts spring free.  “Buns again!  And they must be jelly buns, cause jam don’t shake like that!”
“Airen find Shampoos buns much much sweeter than pervert girl’s.”
“Ah, but I’m the judge so I’ll be the judge of that.  And besides,” he continued as he leaned around her shoulder and raised a strawberry tipped pearly globe toward his lips, “ you’re a pretty perverted girl yourself.”
Shampoo wasn’t able to answer as the sensations began to flow over her.  Ranma licked, nibbled and sucked her nipple and around it.  All the while his right hand caressed the bottom of the breast it was raising to his mouth, his left hand was massaging her firm glutes.  Just when she couldn’t take anymore Ranma released her.
“Verr-ry sweet,” he husked into her ear.  “Now to see if you’re consistent.”  And he slid across her back to her other side.
The feel of Ranma’s hard rod sliding across her back was very little in the way of relief.  Then he resumed his assault, this time on her left breast.  And this time instead of her fanny, his free hand was sliding between her legs.  It was all too much.  With a cry she slumped to her knees.
Ranma had had to release her nipple but he had followed her down.  With a grin he said, “Those were good, but it seems like you have some meat buns down below.  I’ll have to try them too.”  Gently he pushed her forward onto all fours and slid up the hem of her mini dress.
“Oh, really good packaging Shampoo.  You’ve outdone yourself.”
Shampoo smiled, satisfied in two ways.  “Shampoo happy Airen like it.  Finding lavender old style low rider string bikini swimsuit bottom was much much hard.”
“It was worth the effort.  But I see the juice is starting to leak out.  I better hurry up and try it.”
Now it was Shampoo’s turn to learn just how talented Ranma’s tongue was, and she was unable to stand up to it any better than Akane had.  Faster than she would have thought possible she was again driven over the top, and gushed her honey into his waiting mouth.
As she was gasping she heard Ranma say, “I’ll have to take points away, Shampoo.  There was no meat in those meat buns.  But I’ll take care of that for you.”  Then she felt him slide between her lower lips and deep into her inner most self.
“Airen!  Airen!  You fill Shampoo so good!” she cried as he rapidly thrust in and out of her.
“Of course!  They’re not meat buns unless they’ve been well porked.”
Shampoo climaxed, then climaxed again but Ranma kept going strong.  Finally he pulled her hard against him and fired shot after shot of sticky cum into her as she shuddered with a roaring in her ears.
As Ranma pulled out of her for the last time, Shampoo’s head slumped onto her forearms.  Dimly she heard him say, “Now to judge your dessert, Ucchan.”

Flush-faced, Ukyou could feel the dampness between her legs as Ranma came toward her.  She’d always known her Ran-chan would be a lover of incredible stamina, and he’d certainly proved it six weeks ago, but he’d outdone himself with Akane and Shampoo.  They’d been reduced to jelly and Ran-chan still hadn’t raised a sweat!  As he knelt down in front of her Ukyou doubted if she would be able to tire him out either.
When Ranma slid open Ukyou’s jacket and saw the dancers tights underneath his smile widened.  “So, Ucchan, wrapping your dessert in gauze so the customer can see it?  An excellent move when it looks as tasty as this.”
“I’m glad to hear that.  I was afraid you wouldn’t be hungry by the time you got to me.”
“Not a chance, you’ve seen how I eat.  I’m ready to tear right in.”  Suiting actions to words Ranma started a run in the crotch of the tights and split them from side to side.  Now the luscious dewy lips he’d seen through the fabric were fully exposed in all their coral colored glory, begging his own lips to join them, a request immediately granted.
“I’m in heaven!” thought Ukyou as she in turn underwent Ranma’s tongue assault.  “Now I know why the others came so fast!”  It wasn’t just Ranma’s nibbling, licking, sucking and teasing, delightful as they were.  But he also slowly stroked his hands down her legs, first one then the other, leaving cold chills in their wake.  The combination of sensations was too much, as wet as she had already been, and with a cry poured into his mouth.
When she recovered herself with the help of Ranma’s steadying hands she looked down to see he had shredded her tights while he ate her out!  As he wadded up the rags and tossed them to the corner he looked up at her, grinned, licked his lips, and said, “Delicious.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes.” he said as he straightened up and slid up her body.  “But... ” he paused to suckle her breasts as he came even with them, then continued up, “The filling is too thin.”
“I know what’s coming next.” ran through Ukyou’s head as she said, “Is there anything you can do to help Ranchan?”
“Why yes, Ucchan, I happen to have a filling of my own that’s thick enough to suit anybody.”
Ukyou could feel Ranma’s knob pressing at her well lubricated at her entrance.  With a smile she said, “Then go ahead and use it.  As a master chef I’m always open to putting in something new.”
Without another word Ranma drove into her.  Ukyou’s whole being became nothing more than then the rod that repeatedly invaded her vagina.  She wouldn’t have noticed if a Happodaikarin had gone off in her face.  She certainly didn’t notice the dojo door opening behind her.

Kasumi set her shopping bags down in the kitchen and put on her apron, then efficiently put away her purchases.  She was pleasantly surprised that there was less of a mess left behind by Akane’s cooking than she had feared.  “Maybe Aunties lessons are finally having an effect.”, smiled Kasumi to herself, glad that the extra cleaning supplies she had purchased wouldn’t be needed after all.  Then her smile fell as she remembered the dojo.  She gave a sigh, then slipped on her pumps to go outside and see what kind of damage had resulted from Akane’s martial arts cookout challenge.
No holes visible in the walls or roof was a welcome sight, but hearing Ranma’s piteous moans was not welcome at all.  “Poor Ranma!  I spoke too soon about Akane learning Aunties lessons.  I hear Ukyou as well!  And not hearing Akane defend her cooking or Shampoo berate it is a very bad sign.  I’d better hurry!”, she said as she rolled back the door and then froze in shock.  “Oh my!”
Shampoo was facing away from her on all fours, elbows and knees on the floor.  Her head was slumped onto her forearms, and she was naked from the waist down!  It looked like her top might be open as well, and there was clear evidence that she and Ranma had... had... oh, Kasumi just didn’t want to think about it!
Glancing a bit to the right, beyond Shampoo Kasumi saw her little sister Akane.  She was also naked from the waist down, and her top was definitely open exposing her breasts for all to see.  The angle wasn’t good but like Shampoo it appeared Akane... and Ranma... and... they... this was all too disturbing!
Unwillingly, her eyes moved to the left, to the sight she had been avoiding.  Ukyou was standing facing away from her, and like Akane and Shampoo was better than half naked.  Ranma was standing in front of her with a firm grasp on her naked buttocks.  Kasumi could no longer deny to herself.  Ranma kept flexing his knees and hips as he rhythmically drove himself into Ukyou.  And there was so much to drive in!  Even seeing it in front of her Kasumi couldn’t believe so much fit inside a girl as slender as Ukyou, nor imagine how Akane or Shampoo had managed it.
“Yes!”, cried Ranma with a final thrust at the same time Ukyou wailed, “Ah! Ah! Ah, Ranchan!”
Blushing, Kasumi went to leave but was paralyzed when Ranma opened his eyes, looked directly at her, and leered.
With a soggy pop, Ranma pulled out of Ukyou.  “You okay, Ucchan?” he asked, steadying her as she grasped her knees in a runner’s crouch, and when she nodded while catching her breath he grinned, “Good, because another contestant has entered.”
Trying to keep her voice normal, trying not to stare at the long, wet and still erect shaft that was pointed at her as Ranma stepped closer, Kasumi asked, “Contestant?  But I haven’t made anything for your martial arts cookout challenge.”
Taking her into his arms, pressing his body against hers, he answered, “After these years I think we can safely say any main dish you made would pass.  So I’m moving straight to the dessert competition.”  With that he bent down to her flaming face and kissed her.
Kasumi knew she should push him away, but as his tongue invaded her mouth, as his hands danced over her back and as his manhood pressed between them seemed on the verge of setting her dress on fire she was paralyzed.  Paralyzed until her own tongue pressed back and her hands grasped the outside of his thighs, moving as if of their own volition.  She gave a moan of protest when Ranma broke the kiss and embrace by stepping back, then a gasp of surprise as her now unfastened apron, dress and bra slid off her shoulders and started down her arms.  Ranma deftly caught the apron as the other garments fell to the floor at her feet. 
“There’s more packaging to remove, but well worth the effort.”, Ranma leered as he retied the apron on Kasumi while walking her over next to a stool.  “Just one more piece to remove.”, he added as he knelt in front of her, and taking each side of her panties between thumb, forefinger and index finger sheared through the thin lace and elastic with his thumbs.  Tossing the ruined underwear to the side he leaned in and began to lick.
Once again Kasumi gasped.  She ran her hands through Ranma’s hair as his hands gently kneaded her naked buttocks.  She had touched herself there before, occasionally, but it had never felt the way it did now as Ranma’s tongue traced the outside of her opening, then brushed along her petals.  Then he forced his tongue inside, worked it to the top of her treasure and sucked on her button.  There was a build up of pressure followed by a release and a flow, like a bottle of syrup squeezed onto a dish of shaved ice.  “Ah!  ah!  aaaah!”, she wailed.
Ranma carefully lowered her to the floor, then crawled up her body.  “That was very tasty but like the others it needs some more filling.”, he said as he positioned himself at her and began to push inside.
“Fu- fu- filling?” she stammered wide eyed as she felt his long wide manhood spreading her velvet walls.  Nothing had ever been there before, and she felt a brief moment of gratitude to that accident with the vaulting horse in high school gym before Ranma’s thighs pressed against her legs.
“Filling.” Ranma replied as he slowly withdrew, and then reentered.  As he stroked in and out at a slow pace he added, “Kasumi, you like being the ‘mommy’ of the house.  How would you like to be a mommy for real?”
With the growing sensations threatening to overload her brain Kasumi gasped, “Wh- what do you mean, Ranma?”
“You know, have this flat stomach swelling with a new life.”, he said as he caressed her navel.  Then he bent down and sucked on one of her stiff nipples before adding, “Nourishing an infant at these wonderful breasts.”  Increasing his pace, he finished, “Raising -uh!- a child -uh!- to carry on -uh!- your family!”
“Ah! ah! Wh- why do you ah! ask?”
“Because -uh!- like the others -uh!- you’re fertile now -uh!  If I give -uh!- you your filling -uh!- it’s sure to happen -uh!  How do you -uh!- feel about it? -uh!”
Kasumi could see a glowing vision.  She saw herself sitting on the edge of her bed in her favorite night gown, looking down demurely at her hands resting on her wide stomach while Ranma massaged her shoulders.  Then she was sitting at the table with her shirt open holding a cherubic curly haired baby as it hungrily nursed away.  Finally she heard herself say, “Thank you for helping mommy with dinner.  Now it’s time for lessons with daddy and your brothers and sisters.” to a little girl in a dress and apron who runs outside to start doing katas in unison with a little boy in gi pants and tang shirt, another little boy in a shopkeepers jacket and a little girl in a chinese cheong-sam.
Kasumi crossed her legs behind Ranma’s back.  With a brilliant smile she cried, “Yes!  Ranma!  Please!  I, I want, a baby!  I, I want, YOUR baby!  Fill me, fill me, I beg you!”
Moving at a jackhammer pace, Ranma grinned and said, “It’s! My! Pleasure!” and flooded Kasumi’s womb with a groan.
Feeling his life giving seed splashing into her she came in a shuddering climax.
All was quiet as Ranma pulled out and sat next to where she lay gasping on the floor.  Then Ukyou straightened up from where she had been resting as she watched Ranma seduce Kasumi, and licked off the semen that had covered her fingers as it ran down her leg.  “This ‘filling’ of Ranchan’s is pretty tasty.”
“Really?” said Kasumi as she sat up and leaned over to start stroking Ranma’s proudly standing staff.  “Then I should try some of it.” she added as she began to gently fondle his testicles.
Shampoo rose to her knees saying, “Aiyahh! There is so much!”  Massaging her breast she joyfully cried, “Airen right!  Soon there be strong new Amazon!”
From the floor Akane smiled.  “I should be angry,” she said, “but it’s my own fault for forgetting what those two weeks would mean.  And I’m certainly not going to forfeit THIS contest to my rivals.”
“Oh my!  Here it comes!” cried Kasumi as in response to her stroking Ranma fired once more high into the air.  “And Ranma, you’re still so stiff.” , she smiled.
“That’s right.  I can handle a lot more than this.”, he grinned as he gently cupped the back of her head.  Then looking up he leered at the panels on the far side of the dojo and said, “For example if a certain girl was to stop taking pictures I’m sure she would have more fun joining in.  I’ll bet she has a pretty good dessert too.”
There was a silent pause.  Then the panel slid open to reveal Nabiki kneeling there with a frozen expression on her face, holding her camera in one hand.

The end?