==================== GRATUITOUS SEX PART 2: BLACKMAIL by Hyel ==================== (In a dull, monotone voice) Characters are Takahashi's. This is a lemon. It has sex in it. If you are offended by it, don't read it. Blah. Blah. Blah. Ranma-chan was laying on her futon at night, clutching her pillow. She was wide awake, tired eyes staring into the night, and unlike one could imagine, the cause of her restlessness was not the buzzsaw-y snoring of the giant panda in the futon next to hers - that she was used to. Instead it was her own mind and body, circling the same thing all the time, stuck like a bad record. 'Sex sex sex sex sex sex...' Ranma flopped on her back and sighed. 'This is useless,' she thought. 'Ever since... that bastard Ryoga... Shit! I haven't been able to think of anything else whenever I'm a girl. I don't get it, I'm okay so long as I'm a guy...' It was true, he was. The only feelings he felt when thinking back to the event were embarrassment and shame, sometimes anger. But whenever he changed into a her, it felt almost as if her whole body remembered, and even though thinking back still made her embarrassed and ashamed, it also made her needy for more, which also made her even more embarrassed, ashamed, and angry. 'And OF COURSE the hot water had to be cut out tonight...' Ranma rolled on her bed a little longer, than gave up. 'This is no use... I gotta do something!' Restless and ticklish, Ranma snuck inconspicuously out of the window. She climbed deftly up to the rooftop, sat down, and waited. After a while, she started to feel cold. Hopefully she waited a few minutes more. She only got a little colder. "Aaargh! This isn't working either!" She still felt like fucking the world. Frustrated, she considered other options. 'So let's see... Who could I go to...? Maybe Shampoo would be into some girl-to-girl action... Wait a minute, what am I thinking?!' Ranma hit herself forcefully. That didn't help either. "Hey Ranma, what the heck are you doing up there?" Ranma looked about for the source of the voice, and saw the figure of a girl in her night-shirt looking up at her from a window in the house. "Nabiki?!" "Come inside, stupid, you're gonna catch your death." Grumbling, Ranma climbed down to Nabiki's window and through there, inside. Her room's worth was admittedly pleasant after the cold. "I don't see how it's any of your business." Nabiki smiled. "It is EXACTLY my business. You never know what bit of information could be useful. By the way, start paying me 50 000 yen more every month." Ranma stared at Nabiki, annoyed. "What?! Why?" Nabiki smile widened, and at that moment she looked not unlike a cat. "Unless you want Akane to find out exactly how much of a pervert you are?" Ranma had an unpleasant forboding feeling, and a rogue sweatdrop slided down her forehead. "You..." Then she realized what it must be. "You didn't... not..." Nabiki grinned wickedly. "If you want, you can get a copy of the tape for 20 000 yen, for all those cold lonely nights..." Ranma felt a sinking feeling, but he had to be sure. "Tell me exactly what you're talking about." "You and Ryoga in Akane's bed." Ranma turned a deathly pale. 'Oh no. Oh nononono.' If Akane found out about... no, no, no, that MUSTN'T happen. Never. "Tell you what, I won't spread the tape on one condition..." "I know, 50 000 yen more a month, you got it, anything, just destroy the tape, okay?!" "Uh-uh. 50 000 yen more a month, I keep the tape, and..." Ranma sweated. "...And..." Nabiki grinned, which Ranma was starting to feel was very unnerving. "Guess." Then, without warning, Nabiki leaned towards Ranma-chan and gave her a big, passionate kiss right on the lips. Ranma was almost startled out of her wits as Nabiki's tongue wiggled gently into her mouth, the sensitive lips pressed against hers, and she felt all resistance melt away. She was a little surprised that Nabiki would do this... like this... with them both as girls. Not that she was complaining... Then Nabiki moved closer and wrapped her arms around her, at which point some sense wandered back into Ranma's brain as she realized exactly what Nabiki might be suggesting... She broke the kiss. "Er, Nabiki, I'm not sure..." But at that moment, Nabiki's eyes took her, gagging her mouth. They were brown, chocolate-brown same as Akane's and... Ryoga's... but they were sharp, and warmed by lust now. The ever-composed Nabiki, with her control and wit... she was a babe, and she had such a nice body, too... Without knowing exactly what she was doing, Ranma slipped her hand on Nabiki's waist, feeling the firm softness of her body through the cloth... Nabiki smiled, a smile that was a challenge and a victory both at the same time, and slipped her hand in between Ranma's legs, feeling the crotch of her boxers. Ranma moved away uncomfortably, but just that tounch, as small as it was, and Nabiki's breath so close to her lips, felt like fire through her over-sensitive body, and a moan of pleasure escaped her. "Doesn't feel like you mean that," Nabiki said seductively. She could feel the hot wetness with her fingers, and Ranma knew she could. She blushed, embarrassed, which made Nabiki chuckle. Pushing slightly downwards with her hands, she made Ranma get down on her knees in front of her, as she herself sat on the rim of the bed. Ranma went down obediently, but nervously. Nabiki sat back, and reached down languorously, her predatory eyes fixed on Ranma's hungry ones, and lifted her nightshirt slowly up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. Ranma's eyes travelled down of their own volition, and she gulped slightly at the sight of Nabiki's open and ready cunt. Nabiki pushed two of her fingers inside, sliding them along the clit, and made a small sensuous sound. "Just think about the tape..." she whispered, and pushed Ranma's head down between her legs, bending back in pleasure as she felt Ranma's lips touch her puffed, sensitive ones. She was silently dancing a little jig of victory in the back of her head. 'Ah, life is good sometimes!' As it was, Ranma was thinking about quite a lot of things besides the tape. She mewled slightly in protest, as the furry mound closed in on her face, but then surrendered, as something primal (and her own burning crotch) told her what to do next. She started to lick, first timidly, then hungrily, sucking the soft lips and wiggling her tongue inside Nabiki's hole, almost as if struggling to clean it of the salty cum that the gently pumping sex was providing in good quantities. Nabiki clutched at Ranma's hair as she moved her hips against her face. Ranma slipped a hand clumsily down her boxers and started to rub, searching until she found that good spot Ryoga had found and used earlier, and the touch made her feel such heightened pleasure that she had to stop her work on Nabiki for a while, until the older girl's hand pushed her face commandingly back into her crotch. Ranma kept making little movements with her fingers, her mind lost somewhere behind the sensations, and ran her tongue over Nabiki's clitoris, making her gasp and tear at Ranma's hair as she started to convulse more forcefully. Ranma was almost sobbing into Nabiki's cunt with pleasure until, suddenly, her own pleasure found its peak as Ranma's sticky fingers buried into her own cunt one last time. The orgasm ripped through her body like lightning, and she collapsed against Nabiki's naked thighs, panting and delirious. Nabiki, however, wasn't done yet, so she pressed Ranma's face back into her cunt demandingly. "Finish the job, Ranma," she demanded sharply. Ranma, still feeling dizzy, opened her mouth obediently and started to lick and suck and rub with her tongue all over again. Nabiki's cum all over her face, Ranma took firm hold of the other girl's thighs and plunged her face, with new-found energy, into the fountain of cum pumping up against her face. Nabiki bent back, her hair wild as no-one had ever seen it before, and gibbered something lusty and obscene under her breath as she humped against the wonderful sensations down in her lap. It didn't take long until she reached a point where she lost all her apparent self-control and came gloriously, washing Ranma's willing face with cum. Ranma sucked in and swallowed Nabiki's cum and continued to kiss her thighs as Nabiki collapsed back on her bed, spent and exhausted, but wonderfully sated. Nabiki lay down, letting Ranma go on for a while, then turned to her side and pulled her knees up. "Thanks, Ranma," she said. "That was great. You can go now." "Not yet," Ranma said, and climbed up on the bed with her. She had just been getting more excited in the while, and wasn't feeling tired at all. She turned Nabiki around and started to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts, sucking gently at the pink, erect nipples. "Let's do it again." Nabiki pushed Ranma off herself irritably. "I said, you can go now!" Ranma was first confused, then angry. She sat up and jumped off the bed. "Fine." Her voice was cold, and she started to walk away towards the door. Nabiki, feeling a touch of something akin to guilt, said, "Wait." Ranma turned, just on her way out. Nabiki gor up from the bed, walked over to her, and gave her another deep, passionate kiss. Ranma thought of protesting, but melted instead into Nabiki's arms. She really wanted to do her again... Then Nabiki pulled away a little. "It was REALLY great," she said, her breath travelling over Ranma's lust-flushed face. "I'm just a little tired right now. We'll do it again later, yes?" Then Nabiki smiled, gave Ranma a little pat on the cheek, and pushed her out of the room. Ranma stood in the hallway for a while, confused. She touched her lips and blushed a little. Women! Then she simply heading back into her room, remembering at the last moment to go through the bathroom and clean her face from the sticky fluid messed all over it. Ranma-chan was laying on her futon at night, clutching her pillow. She was wide awake, tired eyes staring into the night, and unlike one could imagine, the cause of her restlessness was not the buzzsaw-y snoring of the giant panda in the futon next to hers... End Notes: Why does everyone make Nabiki a lesbian in lemons? I don't know what the other people's excuse is, but it's just wishful thinking on my part. Don't you think she looks hot in that business suit? And I made most of the cast bisexual anyway, so it's not like she's alone.