R Y O U G A ' S S U R P R I S E ( P A R T O N E ) B Y L A D Y F L A M E WARNING:- this fan-fiction is a LEMON, and has ADULT content, if you are offended by scenes of people having sex go no further. DISCLAIMER:- all characters contained within belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Comics and anyone else with a claim, they are used without permission. However, since I'm not getting any money for writing this fic, it's not worth taking me to court. AUTHOR'S NOTES:- this fic started out as a short piece of erotica, to help me get over the writer's block I had with my novel 'Cyborg Sight', but I discovered that I just couldn't resist turning it into a proper story. This is definitely going to be a multipart story, probably in three parts, (sorry, Ryouga doesn't actually show up until part 2). C&C is welcome, but please be gentle with me as this is my first fan-fic. Love Lady Flame Hot by name. Hot by nature. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sun rose. It's rays making a dancing pattern across Nabiki's room, as a light breeze wafted her blinds. The peace and tranquillity of the moment shattered as her clock/radio blasted out at full volume. There was a muffled shriek from beneath the pile of covers, and an arm shot out and fumbled blindly for the snooze button. The noise cut off, as she succeeded in finding the button on her third attempt. Nabiki pulled her sleep-tousled head from under the duvet, and stared blearily at the time. <"Six-thirty, why the HELL did I set the alarm for such a god forsaken hour on a Sunday morning, it not as if I have to go to school."> Then she remembered. Nabiki threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, it was all she could do to stop herself from rubbing her hands with glee. <"Today, I'm going to earn a whole load of YEN!! I'm going to hit the JACKPOT!!"> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kasumi was humming happily to herself as she prepared breakfast, when Nabiki came dancing into the kitchen a big grin plastered across her face; she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and turned to her older sister. "No breakfast for me this morning Kasumi, I've got a business appointment. I won't be here for lunch, but I'll be back for dinner this evening." That said, she rushed out of the kitchen, her mind already focused on the thought of lots of yen. Kasumi looked after her sister, shook her head and smiled. The only thing she knew that could get Nabiki so excited, was the prospect of earning large quantities of cash; though in her heart she hoped that there was a boy involved in whatever scheme Nabiki was currently planning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the rest of the family stirred themselves from their beds, the usual mad dash for the bathroom ensues. Genma-panda and Ranma-kun shoot out of the room they share, and race down the hall, trying to elbow each other out of the way, both determined to be first in the bathroom. Genma-panda knocks Ranma into Akane as she is coming out of her room. Ranma takes the opportunity to use his Amiguriken-honed speed, giving Akane a caress from breast to crotch, his hands blurring and going unnoticed by his father. "Morning, Akane." shouts Ranma, already hot on his father's heels, managing to trip him up at the top of the stairs. <"Damn him!! First, I oversleep, due to that hentai giving me erotic dreams all last night, and I end up missing my turn in the bathroom. Now I've got a wet spot on my pajama's the size of Tokyo!! I'd only JUST changed them... AND they were my last clean pair... I'll just die of embarassment if anyone notices."> As Akane reached the top of the stairs, Ranma takes a short cut over the bannister, landing neatly outside the bathroom door. Turning, Ranma looks back up at the top of the stairs, and has a good view of Akane's wet spot. Grinning up at Akane, Ranma sticks his tounge out at his father. "Ha, too slow. Looks like I'm gonna to be first in the bathroom this morning." "R A N M A ... N O ... B A K A!! I'm supposed to be before you two..." <"Ranma... I owe you for that little trick you just pulled, and I've just thought of the perfect revenge, AND it will explain the wet spot if anyone notices too.>" With an evil grin, Akane picked up the vase of flowers that was on the table at the top of the stairs. The vase flew through the air, hitting Ranma on top of his head. He slumped dazed to the wooden floor, the heavy clay pot cracked and split, showering him with shards of pottery, water and cut flowers. Genma-panda held up a sign that read , and the two of them made their way down the stairs. They arrived at the bathroom door just as Ranma-chan rose groggily to her feet. "That hurt!! What you go an' do that for, Akane??" "You're so rude, someone should teach you some manners." Though Akane was scowling, her eyes were twinkling with surpressed humour. "Have you never heard of the phrase 'Ladies First'." Catching on, Ranma returned the insult. "YOU A LADY!! Don't make me laugh. I'm more of a lady than you." "B A K A ... H E N T A I", screamed Akane. "M A C H O C H I C K", yelled Ranma. Genma-panda hits Ranma over the head with a sign that reads . "Why thank you, Uncle Saotome. You say such nice things." Akane graces Genma- panda with a kawaii smile that makes him blush. As Akane turns to go into the bathroom, she sees her father slip inside, flipping over the occupied sign. "Morning, Akane." Soun closed the door behind him and grinned, he'd beat Genma to the bathroom again. He had it figured out, all he had to do was wait for everyone to be distracted, which in this house was quite easy, then slip in the bathroom when they weren't looking. "Now look what you've done Pop." Ranma grabs the sign off his father, and hits him over the head, starting their usual morning sparring session. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Everyone was sat round the table as Kasumi dished up breakfast, apart from Nabiki. "Where's Nabiki, Kasumi?" "Oh my, she said she had a business appointment. She won't be back until dinner-time, Akane." "Oh, right." Akane shoots a quick glance at Ranma, but he appears to be engrossed in shovelling down his breakfast before his father can steal it. "I'm going shopping later, for some things for around the house. Would you like to come with me, Akane?" "Er, no. I don't feel like shopping today. I think I'll just hang around here." "Ok, maybe next time." <"Hmm, if Akane isn't coming with me, maybe I can call in on Dr Tofu on the way home."> <"That dream must have been a sign, with Kasumi and Nabiki out, all I have to do is take care of Daddy and Uncle Saotome, then we will have the place to ourselves."> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ranma-kun is sprawled on the floor next to an electric fan, reading a manga; Soun and Genma are sat opposite each other on the porch, Shogi board between them, both cheating when the other's not looking as usual. Akane walks in wearing a short pleated skirt, and a thin sleeveless v-necked white blouse, she stops just in front of Ranma, facing her father and Genma. Ranma looks at the back of her skirt, where the breeze from the fan is flaring it out. Taking advantage of the situation, he cranes his neck so he can look up her skirt. <"I wonder if she's wearing those stupid polka-dot panties?"> Ranma almost chokes as he realises that Akane isn't wearing ANY panties. Hearing the choked sound behind her, Akane smothers an evil grin, shifting position so her feet are further apart, giving Ranma a better view of her assets. Desire knifed its way through Ranma's body, concentrating in his groin. Akane was displaying her tight ass and firm thighs to HIM, right in front of BOTH their fathers, who were totally oblivious to what was going on. As she shifted position, Ranma could even see her glissening entrance, surrounded by the short curls of her bush. The material of his pants was stretched tight across his arousal, throbbing in rythem to the pounding of his heart. Ranma closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. <"Control yourself, or they're going to notice something is wrong."> Ranma opened his eyes, breathed out slowly, calm once more. <"So, that's her game. That horny sexy bitch!! Ok, I'll play along, with Kasumi and Nabiki out, the sooner those two old farts piss off to the bar the better... and if they come home smashed, then all the more chance of a rematch later in my room."> <"Ha, if only they knew how we really felt about each other, we'd be married before we could blink. It's much more fun this way, sneaking around, dodging suitors, I wonder if they realise how much we enjoy all the fighting, the insults, THE MAKING UP AFTERWARDS."> *hentai grin* "Since Kasumi has gone out, I will be making lunch. I've got a new recipe I want to try out." Soun and Genma exchange terrified glances. "Er... we've just remembered... we've... arranged to meet an old friend at the bar." "Yes... old friend... bar." Soun and Genma make a beeline for the front door, Ranma jumps up and follows them, giving Akane a saucy wink and a pat on the bottom on his way past, Akane goes into the kitchen, and starts banging pots and pans around. <"I should get an Oscar nomination for this."> *sigh* "Pop... Mr Tendo... YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!" "Watch us, son." *sob* "Such bravery." *sob* A huge crash sounds from the kitchen, and Ranma is left looking at the empty space occupied by the two fathers a moment before, a dust trail heading for the bar the only sign they were ever there. *snort* "Cowards." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ranma makes his way back inside, and goes into the kitchen. Akane is making so much noise, that she doesn't hear him enter. Sneaking up behind her, Ranma wraps his arms around her, pinning Akane up against the kitchen counter with his body. Ranma slid his hands up Akane's body to cup her breasts, noticing as he did so that she wasn't wearing a bra under the thin blouse. Ranma brushed his thumbs across Akane's erect nipples making her shiver. Rocking his hips against her in a figure of eight pattern, Ranma rubbed his trouser clad erection against the bare cheeks of her ass, Akane moaned and pushed her bottom back against his groin. "Hmm, all alone apart from an uncute tomboy, what's a guy to do?" "Oh, I have a few ideas of what to do, whilst we have the house to ourselves, you perverted jerk." "Really, well I have some ideas of my own, starting with this." Ranma's hands went to the drawstring of his pants, and pulled the ends apart. Sticking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, Ranma yanked them down to his knees, and then kicked them off into a corner. His vest top followed, landing in a pool of red silk. Ranma pushed Akane forward, she was now bent over the counter, with her forearms braced against the worktop. He took hold of his hard cock, and started to rub it's sensitive head up and down the crease of her ass, his breathing becoming deeper, and more ragged, as the sensations washed over him. Akane moaned again, shifted her weight further forward, parting her legs and pivoting her hips, so she was in a better position for him to enter her. Ranma slid his cock down between her parted thighs, rubbing across the wet opening of her pussy, down to her sensitive clit. Akane jerked and gasped, as he circled her clit and moved back up to her pussy, this time pushing the tip of his cock into her then withdrawing it, continuing to stroke the head of his cock up, and then back down the crease of her ass. Akane moaned, and tried to shift position to reclaim Ranma's cock, but he had her pinned, the weight of his body and his left arm holding her tight preventing her from moving. This time as he slid across her opening Ranma thrust halfway in then withdrew again. <"Kami, I love teasing her, she's so hot and wet, she makes me feel like my name*. Good thing I've got great control."> "Ahh, please!!" "Please what, Akane, what do you want me to do?" "Fuck me... please... I want you inside me... NOW!!" Ranma grinned, and thrust his hard cock all the way into Akane's eager pussy, the walls of her sex gripping him in their hot, wet embrace. "Oh YES!! Fuck me HARD!!" "Not yet, we're doing this my way." Ranma started to thrust slowly in and out of Akane, varying the amount of his cock he gave her at each thrust, sometimes giving it to her up to the hilt, sometimes just the tip. Akane started to moan and plead with him to stop teasing her, wriggling her ass and throwing her weight backwards, trying to get him deeper inside her, but Ranma held her tight against his body restricting her movement. Akane felt like she was going insane with the sensations that overwhelmed her body. Waves of pleasure flowed through her, setting her blood on fire, shivers arced up and down her spine, and she could feel her cum trickling down her inner thighs. Ranma's hands were cupping and kneading her breasts, his callused thumb and forefinger pinching and rubbing the hard nubs of her erect nipples, his teasing cock stoking the fires of her desire. Her pussy felt like it was filled with molten lava, ebbing and flowing, leaving her hot and wet and needing more. With each thrust Ranma could feel Akane's honey flowing out of her, coating his belly and balls with its sticky warmth, the time for teasing was gone, now he was going to get serious. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, harder and faster, giving her all his cock, adding a twist of the hips to the end of the stroke, grinding his balls against her clit. Ranma could feel the muscles of Akane's sex start to spasm around his cock as her orgasm neared, causing his own control to weaken, his breath was now coming in shallow pants, and sweat slicked his body. He shifted his hands from cupping Akane's breasts to grip her by the waist, pulling her back hard to meet his thrusts. "Ah... Ahh... AHH... AAAHHH!!" Akane screamed her release, the shockwaves of her orgasm ripping through her body, sending her mind spiralling into pure intense pleasure. Ranma's fragile control shattered, his cock buried deep inside Akane, surrounded by the spasming muscles of her sex, squeezed and pulled by the full force of her orgasm, he felt his own orgasm overtake him, his cock and balls twitching as he came inside her. Ranma fell forward his cheek resting against the nape of Akane's neck, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, brushing butterfly kisses up her neck. Akane twisted her head round, trying to look Ranma in the eye, he used the opportunity to brush kisses along her jaw line, meeting her lips with his own in a long sweet kiss. "I love you, Akane." Ranma whispered into her ear. A blush formed across Akane's cheeks. No matter how many times she heard him say that, it would always send a little thrill of pleasure through her, raising goosebumps on her arms, and causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. "I love you too, Ranma." She whispered back. Ranma pulled away slightly, his now soft cock sliding out of Akane, their combined cum oozing down her legs. Turning her in his arms so that she now faced him, he buried his face in her thick short hair, he breathed in her scent, she smelt of sex and sweat, both hers and his own. "Did you enjoy that, Akane? Did you like it when I teased you? Made you beg for more." "Hmm, yes I liked that, but next time *I* get to be in control, and your going to be the one who begs." Ranma grinned, and licked his lips. "Yes, Mistress. I live to please you." Getting into the role, Akane wrinkled her nose at her smell, she was covered in sweat and cum. "Slave, I require a bath, go run one at once, then you may bathe me." "Your wish is my command, Mistress." Grinning, Ranma bowed to Akane, and walked out of the kitchen, towards the bathroom, grabbing his clothes on his way out. Akane looked around the kitchen, it looked like a bomb had hit it, pots and pans had been thrown everywhere, and there was a pool of cum on the floor, it looked like she really HAD been cooking. Akane scouled at the thought, no matter what she did, or how hard she tried, her cooking always turned out AWFUL, even she'd had to admit it to herself after she had tried some of her own cooking. But still she tried, she wanted to be a good wife for Ranma, and every time she cooked she did so with all her heart, every morsel of food filled with her love. However, that did not alter its taste, and Ranma being Ranma, King of Tact, would usually make some comment, she would get upset, and Ranma would get sent into low earth orbit by 'Akane's Mallet of Doom (TM)'. Akane sighed, since they had admitted their feelings for one another, most of their fights were just playacting, but there were three things that could still cause real arguements: 1 Akane's Cooking (will Ranma ever learn tact, or will he forever 'open mouth, insert foot'); 2 Ranma's Admirers (the 'green-eyed monster' raises its ugly head); 3 P-chan - WHY must Ranma always pick on my pet pig (the 'green-eyed monster' again). Akane looked round again, and shrugged her shoulders. <"Ah, what the hell, I'll clean up later."> With that thought Akane turned round, and followed Ranma into the bathroom. ************************** TO BE CONTINUED ************************** AUTHOR'S NOTES * Male Ranma's name can be translated as 'wild stallion'. This is the revised edition of this fic, and has been re-written with new bits added since the first draft. A big thank you goes out to Lord Archive, for being my editor, and to Alexis who was my pre-reader, and who is also one of my best mates even though we live thousands of miles away from each other, (Thank god for ICQ). Hope you enjoyed it!! Ja ne!