Stone & Pearl

Ryouga clenched his fingers into a fist as he glared red-faced at the sign for the Tendo Dojo. Three days. THREE DAYS...he had been wandering, trying to leave Nerima. It felt like an eternity and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became until he wanted to scream vociferations of fury, frenzied rage that made him glow and made him ache and made him want to cry. He'd lost them both!! In a single night!! Damn them, damn their souls to hell! The anger took hold of him, drawing him closer -- and then he heard the panting breaths and cries of his beloved Ranma's girl form in the dojo and his own feet took him forward.

Ranma practiced with her female body, moving, twisting, writhing, bending, elbow back, forward, shout, high kick, train the flexibility to do what you want it to do. She could feel the sweat at the nape of her neck causing the loose hairs of her braid to curl into ringlets, could feel it gathering beneath the curve of her breasts. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. The sensation was... interesting, to say the least. He didn't feel anything quite like this in his masculine body and he was intensely curious about this feeling now that he had Akane to think about. A smile flickered across his face and he swung one of his delicate feminine fists forward, eyes still shut, imagining the way in which it would impact...

...and felt it stop cold.

Ranma opened his eyes, but it was too late. Her shirt had already gone flying across the dojo floor, ripped from her back, and she cried out in surprise as her wrists were grabbed tightly and ground together in Ryouga's hands. "Ryouga!! What are you doing!?" Ranma moaned in pain as he bruised her by shoving her down onto the floor.

Ryouga growled, trying to hold down Ranma's lithe, struggling, female body. "SHUT UP, YOU!" was his only response as he worked her pants down to her knees. Ranma almost got away at that point and so the pants didn't go any farther.. But Ryouga's hands did, up to his own to pull and tug and open quickly as he slapped Ranma, dazing her. The exhilaration of catching up to Ranma and actually *defeating* him at something (never mind that it was by a sneaky trick) filled his veins and his mind and made him throb.

It was then that it struck him.

Ranma was crying.

*His* Ranma. His Ranma that he loved so.

Ranma's heaving breaths were almost like keening cries of grief as she turned her face away, struggling ended. She had gone totally limp in his arms, not fighting, not even acknowledging his presence, and that wasn't what he wanted. He..he wanted her to know that he was here. He wanted his Ranma, him, her, she, he, to know that he *LOVED* him, adored him, wanted nothing more than to see that he was never hurt again and, now, here he was, hurting Ranma even more by...this...filthy degenerate act!

Ryouga cried out and pushed himself away, almost falling backwards as he began to prattle, a thousand apologies spilling over his babbling tongue as he watched Ranma cry, guilt settling into his bones and making him shudder. No! No, how could he have almost....when he knew about his father and about... WHAT could he have been thinking!?

Ryouga gathered her to him, his mouth kissing at the trails of tears, lightly licking them from her cheeks as they fell, her mostly naked body pressed tightly in his arms. Soft, soothing noises were whispered into Ranma's ear as she sobbed against Ryouga's shoulder, so frightened, so utterly terrified of what was going on that it was a wonder she was that coherent and not catatonic, as she was in full Cat Fu mode.

Ryouga's hands tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, the sweaty tendrils clinging as he gently cupped the nape of her neck and, with a whispered, "I'm so sorry...", took her mouth with his, gentle and warm and sweet, somehow different than kissing boy-type Ranma, the lips beneath his own just the tiniest bit softer, more receptive.

Ranma shuddered violently, afraid, afraid, afraid. That emotion had run through him FAR more often of late than she liked. She had tried for so long to put up that brave front, not to let anyone know the things that she was afraid of, cats, the dark, his father, this violence that Ryouga was... was... She sobbed harder, moving her face to rest against the curve of his neck.

Ryouga gently began to stroke the bruises on her wrists in apology, his hands ever so gentle as he stroked up the warm skin of her arms, wrapping his own gently about Ranma's shoulders to hold her there against him. The shuddering realization that her bare breasts were pressed against him made him hot, flushed, and his mind almost stuttered over the fact that there was a naked *WOMAN* in his arms. The sudden insight that this was Ranma, his Ranma, his lover and beloved, his *male*, struck him at almost the same moment and he relaxed, nose bleed staved off with a soft sigh.

Ranma stopped shuddering and lay quiescent in Ryouga's lap, soft sniffles the only sign that he'd been crying. The sudden need for a different kind of comfort filled her and she began, feather soft, to kiss Ryouga's throat, nipping, light, teasing. She could feel the shivers preading down Ryouga's spine as she whispered into his ear, "Just 'cause I ain't the same sex don't mean that you can't love me, all the same, Ryouga..."

Ryouga reached his hands up and grasped the firm globes of her breasts in both palms, moaning. The best of both worlds, one might say, he thought blearily even as Ranma melted against him, her mouth on his own, tongues tangling as she bit him, ever so gently. He could feel her kicking her pants the rest of the way off and so he reached between her legs and felt Ranma...freeze, stone solid and immobile.

Ranma could almost feel her eyes crossing and rolling back in her head all at the same time as she gasped frantically for breath. That spot! Ohhhh, that spot, and he wanted Ryouga to touch it again and he thought that he'd keep in mind how wonderful that feeling was for the next time he had sex with Akane because *that* spot was *very* *very* good.

Ryouga bit into her, him, his angel, his beloved, hungrily, wanting and craving and yearning and desiring and already he had run out of patience and he wanted to take Ranma, bend him and take him and make him moan in pain-pleasure with the thick thrust of his prick and the fingers of his left hand slid to the woman's opening that amazed him so even now and the digits skittered across the wet opening lightly, pressing just a bit, feeling a tiny barrier inside and he moaned, surprised that his Ranma was a virgin. The sudden thought flickered through his mind of the spring afternoon that they'd gotten lost and camped next to a sparkling stream in the middle of nowhere. An afternoon of soul-searching and revealing and the next morning he had taken Ranma's virginity and held him as he cried out and begged for surcease.

Ryouga would *definitely* be honored to have that privilege again.

Ranma gasped sharply at the slight pressure and then felt Ryouga remove his fingers, slip them back so that one found her anus just as his thumb stretched to rub against that deliriously wonderful spot and she almost screamed with the pleasure of it. So hot, she wanted to explode, she wanted to shout and the feeling of Ryouga's finger inside of her like that was completely different when she was in girl-form, it ached more and was tighter and it made her want to scream. Ranma began to writhe in Ryouga's lap, a guttural little cry on her lips as the thumb rubbed just so and then she arched her back and she *did* scream as Ryouga's mouth came down upon hers to quiet it, his finger deep, thumb soothing as he ever so gently removed his hand.

This orgasm was different than the ones he had as a boy -- wildly different, in fact. It wasn't so concentrated and it spread out all over him like a warm glow from his toes to the tips of his fingers to the roots of his hair and he wanted it again, wanted Ryouga *now*, deep inside of him. Ranma's fingers brushed across the material of Ryouga's shirt and parted it with trembling touch. The warmth of his chest was brick hard like the flesh resting so heavily beneath Ranma's thighs and she wanted to part them and take all of him in, a feral little growl coming from her even as she shoved the shirt away.

Ryouga brought his hands up and gently grasped a breast with one, leaning down and suckling the nipple tightly between his teeth to hear Ranma moan, a shuddering sort of reaction that seemed to spread down Ranma's spine and all through her as she pushed at Ryouga's pants, shoving them down, down, down as much as she could before her hands rose to wrap in the tendrils of his dark hair, pushing against his bandanna as she held him to her chest.

Ryouga groaned as his soft tip brushed against the velvet of Ranma's inner thigh and again he wanted to bury himself inside of her, of him, in all ways, fill her mouth and her cunt and his ass and every orifice that he could find and be filled in return, to kiss and touch and fuck and glory in the warmth of this beautiful person whom he loved. The fingers of his right hand curled about the warmth of her cunt and he stroked ever so gently as she moaned against him. Ryouga's hands were gentle as they pushed her onto her back in the center of the dojo floor and came over her, pulling at the tie that kept the red hair back and letting it spill in a wash of crimson silk over his hands, fingers knotting in it as he lifted her for his kiss and slid between her thighs.

Ranma moaned loudly, the motion familiar, and wrapped both legs tightly around Ryouga's hips, her breasts hot little spots against his chest as he leaned down to kiss first one and then the other. His right hand aimed his staff at her core and he came up on an elbow to look down at her face. With one last gentle kiss, he began to thrust forward, listening to Ranma's moans of pleasure become whimpers of pain as he parted her petals farther, farther, and then he was there at her barrier and it was now or nothing.

Ranma squirmed beneath Ryouga, wild with need and yet aching, hurting and she knew that this wasn't going to be pleasant as she reached up both hands and tugged him down to kiss her. She felt his chest press her breasts flat and his hips thrust forward roughly and she screamed against him as she felt the fragile skin of her hymen burst beneath the sharp motion. Ryouga held still deep inside of her and the feeling was completely different, somehow, than loving Ranma-kun and they both made him breathless with need. It was so *difficult* to retain enough control to keep from thrusting as she writhed frantically beneath him, sobbing his name. God, it felt so good there inside of his Ranma!

Ranma's feelings were somewhat different than Ryouga's, to say the least. The pain wasn't really sharp -- no, more of a stinging, burning pain, just enough to take the edge off of the pleasure and make her bite her lip tightly, tears stinging the lids. The wild thought that Akane had suffered through this so well amazed her as she felt the tug of Ryouga pulling back out again, the motion making her whimper even as she arched her hips for him, wanting to pleasure him despite this feeling. Ryouga slowly thrust into Ranma again, trembling as he buried his face between Ranma's breasts to lightly nuzzle at them. His pubic bone brushed against that spot and Ranma couldn't help the startled yelp as pleasure flew through her again, the stinging becoming as nothing beneath the brushing pressure of Ryouga's hips and the light nibbling of his mouth. Her head began to toss, knotting the silken strands of red hair as she lifted her arms above her head and arched her back, the position of her shoulders helping to bring her closer towards him.

Ryouga groaned loudly, the tight wet heat almost his undoing as he continued to move, unable to help himself. Every inch of his shaft was caressed by Ranma's inner muscles and the feeling was so different than making love to Ranma-kun that it was an entirely disparate world. His very bones seemed to vibrate with this feeling that was somehow associated with the person to whom he was making love. Ranma was *his*, his lover and beloved...and he always would be, no matter what sex Ranma was, no matter how angry Ryouga became or how depressed or any of a thousand other emotions. The one thing that would always stand out was the overwhelming love and desire for the presence of this one person. With that thought, Ryouga became a wild man, thrusting deep inside of Ranma and moving to kiss her mouth, full and hard, moaning against her.

Ryouga's sudden onslaught made Ranma give a guttural cry of pleasure as he rubbed against her more frantically, her wetness facilitating the peculiar brushing motion. Her back arched further as she pressed up tightly against him, pleading repetitively, "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...!!!" and shaking her head back and forth against Ryouga's hands as they came up to cup the back of her head. With that, Ranma felt that strange glowing female orgasm come over her again and she couldn't stop the loud cry that came from her as she became still beneath Ryouga's ceaselessly moving body.

Ryouga felt every muscle inside of Ranma clamp down against him and could no longer resist. With a groan, he fell against Ranma's chest and gathered her to him, shuddering. It was moments before either could so much as lift their heads and when Ryouga finally looked down, he leaned to press his lips against Ranma's in a tender salute.

"Ranma," came the soft whisper, almost against her tender, bruised mouth, "I love you..." That was so hard to say! So hard to say when he loved Akane, too, and a sudden wave of sadness washed over him as he thought that this would be all his life would be made of, the memories of these short times with Ranma....

Ranma gently reached up and wiped away a glittering tear with the pad of her thumb. "Shh, shh, Ryouga-kun. Don't.. don't, it's all right..." Her fingers cupped his face gently as he shook against her, an arm wrapped tightly about her waist. "It's all right, Ryo-chan.... I love you, too.."

Ryouga's face crumpled as he held Ranma tightly against him, a flood of relief washing over him and cleansing him, making him gasp for breath even as he moaned, "I thought I had lost you!! Oh, gods, I did, but.. but..." he began to babble, smoothing his fingers through Ranma's hair and braiding it, fingers working to tie the knot in the dragon's whisker so that it wouldn't go wild when Ranma changed sex.

Ranma giggled blearily. Who knew that Ryouga had this affinity for words? She almost laughed out loud with joy and pleasure and then...

...the hot water came down in a flood and his longer legs were tangled with Ryouga's and he was afraid to look up for fear of just who might be holding that kettle. Ryouga had gone completely still, as well, a look of fear and worry crossing his face.

"Mind if I join you?" came an amused voice and Ranma couldn't believe it when he looked up and saw Akane.

Akane smiled down at them, their limbs tangled hopelessly. The last of her rancor seemed to dissipate in a wash at the look of fear on Ranma's face and her laughter tinkled musically throughout the dojo. "Baka," she giggled, "you don't think I'm going to do something to you, do you?"

Ranma looked skeptical; Ryouga just looked incredibly, incredibly embarrassed. It was impossible to reach his clothing all tangled up like this!!!!

Akane solicitously handed Ryouga his pants and barely kept her laughter back as he struggled to get them on while Ranma sat nearby, his legs crossed as he watched as well -- with a different sort of interest. "C'mon," she said. "I've got something you should both see." With that, she tossed Ranma a new shirt, turned and walked out of the dojo, leaving the two boys to stare after her curiously.