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anything of value, save for a few video games, so suing me is useless.
This is a lemon, meaning sexually explicit scenes and descriptions. If you
are under eighteen (18), find stuff like this offensive, or have enough
sense to listen to warnings when they're given, proceed no further. If not,
then enjoy.



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Mousse could hardly be described as a violent man. Even with his mastery
of the Hidden Weapons Martial Arts, he was a peaceful man, especially for
an Amazon. All he desired was his love at his side, and a nice peaceful
position in the village where they came for aid or friendship instead of
mocking and shunning.
	What he got was a brash and cold lesson on how cruel life could be. The
woman of his life, no matter how hard she refused him, had just been taken
from him and deflowered; robbed of her maidenhood. All he could do was sit
there and listen to her cries in native tongue:
"It hurts...Oh god it hurts..."
"Ahhhh! Arien please slow up! It's sensitive..."
"Oh my God! Don't stop please..."
"Ranma, I can't take anymore!"
	It was only during the morn, when the hated Saotome had made his escape,
that Mousse was able to break free of his cage that held so much torture and
pain, and seek revenge. And succeed he would. For violating Shampoo's body,
the duck-boy would take Saotome's worthless life, and make it so they could
do nothing more than to burn his remains for a funeral.


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Homemade Viagra

Or

The Trouble with Innazukes

Ch 3

By the Lunar Knight (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com)


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	Ukyo looked at the panting bundle clenched so tightly to her shoulder.
The small form known to friends and enemies alike as Ranma Saotome was
begging for more, more of the pleasure she seemed so desperate for, more of
the contact that kept the fire raging. Ukyo was completely unsure of how to
handle this situation any further. The chef was certain she could more than
easily answer the hypersensitive girl's desire, but her own furnace was
blazing, and she seemed quite certain that the redhead would not have the
concentration needed to quench the flame as well as she had stoked it.
	Coming to a decision, she picked up the martial artist in a fireman's carry,
took her to her room, and lay her on her back upon the bed. Seeing that the
girl was beginning to regain some focus on her situation, she hurried back
to the bathroom and filled a glass of hot water, then ran back to the room.
Ranma was propping herself up on her arms when she put it on her nightstand.
	"Ranchan, you can still have your fun, but I do want part of that as well.
That means your cooperation, ne?"
	The redhead looked at her with anxious breath and glassy eyes. "Ukyo I
can't. I don't want to do anything that might be a mistake..."
	Her weak voice did nothing to aid her words, and Ukyo sat between her legs,
and began licking at her. The change was instant, and the pigtailed-girl was
submissive once more. Her hips rocked against the tongue lashing, hoping to
catch the slippery appendage on that oh so important nub that was the very
center of her being. However, the pleasure trip ended abruptly, leaving a
very distraught and frustrated Ranma in its wake.
	Ukyo licked away at the juices on her chin, then sat up and went for the
cup of hot water. Slowly, she poured the water on the already heated flower,
triggering the Jusenkyo change, and  replacing it with a shaft of flesh.
She then took off her top completely, including the chest wrap, and caressed
the erect staff with her breast. The girl-now-boy sat in disorientation for
all of ten seconds before he refocused and begin to thrust through her
cleavage with an urgency.
	She also saw the official change when the timid girl that begged for
sexual release was replaced with this man, her man, who had ceased her
massage of his shaft, turned her onto her hands and knees in one motion,
pulled her leggings down to her feet, and licked her to a hormone-induced
craze. Where she was in control and somewhat calm before, she was now on the
receiving end of a rather nasty and sensual assault on her vaginal opening.
	She felt as if she could take no more, and reached her peak, hard, loud,
and convulsively. She looked past the haze of an abyss of pleasure to find
Saotome still silent, and still hungry, burning; thirsting for something.
Gathering her strength, she shakily turned to position herself, only to be
held in place. Her confusion was only brief until she felt the invasion...
no... reward, enter slowly into her flower. There was then a hard, but slow
thrust into her, and she bit back against the new unwelcome pain that shot
through her nerves. She allowed the tears to come, knowing it wouldn't be
long, then she could have what was hers.
	Using one hand on the small of her back, he started with a slow rhythm,
allowing her time to catch and get used to the new sensations, then putting
his hands to either side of her hips, he picked up pace, answering to the
fire's hunger. He allowed every detail to sink into his being: the hastened
beating of her heart, her soft skin slicked with perspiration, her moans and
squeals of pleasure, the warm, wet feeling of her asoko sliding on his member,
the sight of Akane walking toward the building from further down the street.
	His danger sense caught enough of his attention, the other parts being
occupied with Ukyo's sudden and rather violent orgasm, and he focused enough
to pull away from his new bed partner, who was sighing and pouting at the
same time. "Ranchan? What's wrong?"
	He fought savagely against the fire for control. "I'm sorry Ukyo, I can't
continue." He headed for the door, full intent of getting his clothes from
the furo and departing, when he turned on instinct. He saw her eyes, and the
newly forming chunk of ice in his stomach began to take iceberg form. There
was nothing but untainted fear in her brown pools.
	"You won't leave me again, will you?"
	Ranma looked to the ground. "I'll be back. I... promise."
	He quickly made for the bathroom and an escape route, completely missing
the satisfied smile that spread itself upon the okonomiyaki chef's honey-
covered lips.


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	Akane Tendo entered the shop with an air of annoyance around her. How that
jerk could have her looking for him and actually worrying like this gave her
all the more reason to further the 'conversation' that she had earlier with
him. 
	She looked around the restaurant to find the tables bused down, the patrons
scarce save for a few, and only Konatsu working the counter. She walked to
the counter and sat at a stool in from of the bishounen. He seemed a bit
on edge, but she assumed it was due to the lack of a certain Kuonji.
"Hi Konatsu. Where's Ukyo?"
The crossed-dressed ninja scratched his head nervously. "She said she wasn't
feeling well, and took the day off. I've been running it since then."
	She nodded, understanding how much Ukyo did on a daily basis, at school
as well as with her restaurant. It amazed her that the girl did not suffer
from exhaustion. "Well, have you seen Ranma?" She asked nervously. "Not that
I'm really looking for him, but we need him at the dojo for something."
	Konatsu paled slightly. "I'm afraid not Akane-san. Other than Ukyo-sama
being sick, it's gone rather slow today."
	Akane picked up on the sudden shift in his voice. "Are you okay?"
	He chuckled a little, anxiousness slightly less evident. "Well, a guy came
in here and started flirting with me, so I'm a little jumpy."
	Akane blushed. Knowing he liked to cross dress was one thing, but she never
did ask about his sexual preference. Figuring it was something further that
she really didn't want to know, she bade him good-bye and continued her 
search for the pigtailed baka.
	Konatsu let go of his breath as soon as the swing door closed. He thank god
that Ukyo-sama decided to stop her upstairs activities. Though the customers
didn't hear much, the vent next to the stove gave him access to the entire
series of actions that took place upstairs, and quite frankly, he'd probably
never be able to look at her the same way again. He gulped and shifted his
legs from the stool behind the counter, hoping that whatever happened up
there wasn't going to become a constant thing.


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Ranma hopped from roof to roof, doing his best to ignore what happened, as
well as the fire that was still raging inside. Why couldn't she have come
at least fifteen minutes later? At least then, 'he' could have received the
same relief that Ukyo had gotten a piece of. Now he was running around,
with a solid rod, and some images of Ukyo and Shampoo that just did not help
him in the slightest.
	Inside, the actual Ranma Saotome was utterly amazed in what he did. He
didn't deny what kind of trouble he was in, but when wasn't he in sixteen
feet worth of heat? He simply couldn't get his mind away from how good Ukyo
felt, or how cute a submissive Shampoo could be as he pounded in to her with
no remorse; no sense of how her first was painful for her before it was
pleasurable...
	He found his center of focus in time enough to grab the ledge of the
building his leap had missed by a half a foot. Cursing savagely, he pulled
himself up. He couldn't continue like this unless that fire-turned-inferno
was put out, and soon. Masturbation was nothing short of slow torture, so
that was out. Going to one of his suitors was off the list, no matter how
good it had felt. But what could he...
	"It seems you're in a jam son-in-law."
	"Old ghoul?" Sure enough, she was posted on the ledge he was resting on,
no doubt feeling quite satisfied about the way he had put her granddaughter
to sleep. "Not now please, I don't care to hear about your bragging."
	Her expression remained the same. "So you admit it was you who deflowered
Shampoo?"
	"Yeah OK? I don't know what happened, and I can't stop it, so unless your
here to provide a cure..."
	"That is what I wish to talk with you about. Your condition is because of
something herbal, but I've never seen any aphrodisiac this strong. Who gave
it to you?"
	"Akane," he mumbled, doing his best not to even risk looking at another
female body. "She finally poisoned me with something I really didn't need."
	"The Tendo girl?"
	Ranma nodded.
	"Impressive. Who would have thought she would make something that would
market in a fortune if put to the right use?" She silenced at his sudden
grunt.
"What's wrong?"
	"I need... release."
"So I was correct to assume there would be other victims. Well, I'll start
working on an antitoxin. In the meantime, try not to let it out of 'hand'."
She turned to hop off of the roof, but looked at him once more. "Oh, and
You might want to work on being quiet with Shampoo next time. Now Mousse
is looking for you, and I'm afraid he's not in his usual self." At this,
she leapt off of the ledge, and hoped away, leaving Ranma with his dilemma.
	He got up and walked to a shack on the roof and leaned against it, thinking
about his next move. If he could find somewhere to hide... Furinkan! Of course!
Since it was a holiday, the school wouldn't be open for four days, though
the holiday was actually an excuse to effect repairs. All he had to do was
get there...
	"Ranma-sama!"
	[Oh dear kami no...] He couldn't even bring a reaction as Kodachi Kuno
wrapped him in her gymnastics ribbon. Then there was the sight of her, in
her usual leotard, which seemed more clingy than before. And to top it off,
there was the glomp that gave him information he did not need: she shaved
well, was much more lithe and flexible than he previously thought, and the
only thing keeping her nipples from his chest was the fabric of the leotard.
	Putting that all together, and you have a master of the Anything-Goes
style of martial arts that was going to give in to the fire in two minutes.


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Shampoo awoke in what could resemble pain, except that it could also be
described as pleasure as well. The certain thing was she was tired, sticky,
and did not want to move. Then she remembered exactly how she had gotten into
her current position, and became distraught, happy, confused, and saddened
all at once.
	For one thing, her lover, the one who had conquered her mind, body, and
soul, was nowhere to be seen. It did make sense to her, but it didn't stop
her from missing his presence. The next thoughts she had was berating herself
for submitting to him so easily. Being an Amazon meant she was the one in
control at the majority of the time. To have her virginity taken in such a
schoolgirl way was unacceptable and embarrassing, though it did feel damn
good.
	One big questions was where did she stand in his eyes now? Of course she
was always going to look at him like she had before, as her husband who was
more than entitled to the night of passion that they had shared, and 
hopefully would continue sharing, but this was Ranma, and despite her
beliefs of him, she knew him well enough to know that he would not engage in
that type of bond unless her rivals were gone, he had actually chosen her,
or something was wrong with him.
	She craved the notions that had come before the later, but her senses told
her last night that it wasn't him fully in control. The way he held her
before their lips met, she saw a battle in his eyes, a battle that for once,
Ranma had lost.
	So now she sits, wondering what her next mover should be. The situation was
fragile enough that just any attempt at something with him, verbal or
physical, could damage something that she might not be able to repair.
	Summoning the strength, she got up off of the bed and began cleaning up.
Keeping in this state was not only out of the question, but made her feel
slightly dirty, let alone the fact that if Mousse ever found out what took
place in his room, she might have to do more than put him down.


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	"Kodachi... this is not the time."
	"Nonsense," she said. "Those harlots are always keeping me from having some
alone time with my darling." She cooed in his ear, stiffening his entire
body. "So why don't we go somewhere where we can enjoy each others company?"
She laughed her puppy-killing laugh, scaring any and all people away from the
area, including those within the building.
	Ranma mentally was on his knees in tears, praying to whoever was listening.
His body refused to stop reacting to her touch, and the fire was bad enough
that she noticed.
	"Ranma-sama, are you feeling okay? You feel a little hot." Kodachi shifted
her position, and felt something Saotome would live to regret. Her look
changed, becoming shy in some way, and at the same time eager. "Oh my," she
said in a small, caring voice. "Is that for me? Does my appearance please
you Ranma?"
	The boy gulped audibly.
	"It's okay. It's only natural that you are drawn to me, as I am to you."
She giggled softly, and began massaging Ranma's painful erection. "If you
really want something done about it, all you need do is ask."
	Being a martial artist, Ranma was cursing himself since these problems
began. The one thing the Art taught above all else was self-control. Since
the ingestion of the toxin, he had submitted to its effects repeatedly. And
now, with possibly the most psychotic female on Earth rubbing on him on the
outside, and the fire consuming him on the inside, his self control was being
put through a ringer. But he would win, he would not touch her, he would...
	In one motion, he was backed into the shack, had his pants pulled, and was
being sucked on by the black-haired vixen. She licked at his head, then took
the tip into her mouth, flicking her tongue on the sensitive organ. Then she
ran her tongue along its length, and took it in her mouth once more, bobbing
her head up and down as she sucked at him. "Do you enjoy that?" she purred.
	Ranma submitted, giving into the pleasure of having himself in Kodachi's
mouth. "Yes. More. Please."
	She brought one hand up to stroke as she continued to suck on him, enjoying
his moans and grunts, reveling in the fact that he wasn't running from her.
[That deserves an extra reward,] she thought. Using her other hand to cup 
his sack, she began to do her best to deep throat him, at which point he
moaned her name. She continued her bobbing actions until Ranma put a hand
to her shoulder and stopped her.
	He lay on his back, and guided her down so that her shaped, firm ass was
all that he could see. He pulled the leotard aside where it was providing
the most interference for his fun, and prodded a digit along the outside of
her hole. He tickled her lips, and admired the reaction he was seeing.
	"Oh! Mmmmmm... you naughty boy." She giggled and continued sucking on him,
running her teeth up and down his length. Her reward was a shudder from the
boy, which had in turn flowed into his digit, which had increased in their
invasion number. She did not push, but made her hips rub and grind against
the now slick fingers. Kodachi looked behind her while pumping Ranma's shaft
with her hand. "Do you like me wet Ranma?" A sudden test of her voice and
how high it could go was his response. The same pitch confirmed her belief
that he was indeed tasting her.
	[Funny, doesn't taste like poison,] he thought as he nibbled on her clitoris.
He worked fast to make her peak, working two fingers in her hole, and
slurping any excess honey from them in the process. Getting another idea,
he ceased his oral molestation and focused his chi, and fingered her with
the same two, amaguriken style. The reaction was instant.
	"RanmaAAAAAAAAH!" She came hard, fast, and repeatedly. The speed that he
was going forced her to lose concentration on pleasuring him and focus on
staying awake through it. Dizzy, she slumped on him, her head resting on his
thigh, attempting to catch her breath.
	Ranma wouldn't allow it. He had just went through what could be considered
enough teasing to kill a man, and had still not had his release. [No no Ms.
Kuno, no time to rest now.]
	He helped her stand, and took a good look at her flushed face. He pulled
the ribbon holding her hair, and admired the result. Her hair cascaded down
to the middle of her back, some covering her eyes that seemed far off,
matching the goofy smile her mouth was emitting. But then her eyes refocused,
and became quizzical. "Ranma?"
	He smirked, and pulled the straps of her leotard off of her shoulders and
the entire thing down to her stomach, leaving her breast free to bounce and
be suckled. And suckled he did, getting encouragement from Kodachi, who had
yet to lose her smile, which was not mischievous, but pleasant, happy. He
pulled on her left nipple with his teeth until she groaned, and then switched
to assaulting the opposite pert piece of pink flesh. At that point, he
stopped, and put his manhood to her entry.
	Kodachi aided him, and shook as he entered her. She understood what he was
attempting to do when he grabbed her left leg, and hugged closer to him. He
grabbed her other leg, and lifted her to ride on him. He looked curious for
a moment. "No pain?"
	She looked in his stormy blue eyes with puzzlement, then realized what he
meant. "I am still innocent, but training stretched the physical part of it
out of existence long ago." She suddenly winced at his sudden thrust. "But
it is still tight." The last part broke into a sigh as he started pumping
into her, promising that he was going to work off his long held erection.
	They backed into the shack wall, Ranma pounding at her, and Kodachi holding
him by the shoulders, moaning and screaming the entire time. The inferno was
met, and Kodachi went into another orgasm, more powerful than the previous
ones. She tried to stop him, taking him in all the way to the hilt, her
vaginal muscles squeezing with enough force to dent a pipe, but the boy kept
pumping, as if the sheer force of her orgasm against him did not exist. He
began thrusting into her with all his strength, taking her peak higher and
higher.
Saotome on the other hand, was getting more and more frustrated as he thrust
into her. Despite past mistreatments, she was much more warm and soft than
she would care to lead on. And that drove him into further madness. As you
wouldn't catch him admitting it, this was so far his best experience, hearing
her cry out his name, her voice all too often playing the edge of pain and
the breaking sound that only comes when tears do, yet he could do nothing
but prolong her eventual slumber. The feelings were exhilarating, but the
fire continued growing, and his orgasm seemed further and further away.
	He stopped to lower her to the ground on her back, and took a good, long
look at her. Her hair was clumped with sweat, and her bangs clung to her
flushed face, which held a strange expression mixed of pleasure, pain, and
fatigue. What his drug-fused system stopped at was the silent tears in her
eyes; the spasms that were resulting from the sobs.
	"Kodachi?"
	"I'm fine Ranma-sama," Her shaky voice did little to reassure him. "I just
am not used to such a feeling." She hugged him closer, and impaled herself
once more on his painful erection. Her face tightened with concentration,
but she kept her slow grinding movements going to a point where her face
lost a bit of its tension. "Please, I don't want you to stop. Please tell me
you won't stop."
	If he didn't admire her strength before, he definitely had respect for it
now. She looked more tired than Ranma had ever felt, but didn't dare stop
him. [It has to hurt by now. Does she truly want it this badly?] He thought
as he gazed where there hips met, and the blood somewhat smearing with the
other fluids held in-between.
	He curled his hands up and behind her shoulders, and pressed himself flat
against her, noting the feel of her breast against his chest. Then slowly,
he began to work a pace that was much more drawn out with each stroke, but
was more powerful with each as well. The gymnast's hips squirmed from his
own, as if to get away, but she stopped herself, and allowed the strokes to
ravage her, bringing her to another level of pleasure that rivaled, and
almost felt like, pain itself.
	Her next, and by far strongest orgasm seemed to bounce between the two,
forcing her to stop him. "I am sorry my dear Ranma-sama," Her face held the
only regret that he had ever seen on it. "I... I can't continue. It almost
hurts as much as it feels good." She looked away from him, and brought a
quivering hand to wipe the tears, old and new, from her eyes. Eyes that held
something else he had grown eerily used to in the past two days. Submission.
He could continue to do his best to get relief, and despite her protest, she
wouldn't lift a finger to stop him. If he was reading it correct, she would
in fact lift her legs further apart to aid him.
	What was he to do? She seemed able to do little more than hold on to a
ride, and the fire just kept consuming, giving no relief, or sight of it.
Anything would do right now if he could just get rid of...
	Of course! He picked up her weary form in his arms, and shifted her so that
her back was pressed to his chest, his stiff manhood ridging between the slit
of her buttocks. She turned to look at him, and nodded weakly, understanding
what he was about to do. He lifted her slightly, and worked his shaft into
her firm ass, actually taking comfort in its warm feeling. Slowly, he worked
his way in her up to half of his shaft, then pulled out to ease her tensing.
Then he shoved in, a little faster, and with more force each time, until he
got a  good , swift rhythm.
	Kodachi switched from sudden and sharp intakes of breath, to short cries,
laced with more pleasure than she would have thought possible from such an
intrusion of her being. She leaned forward, hands resting on the ground, as
he continued his thrusting from behind her. Shifting to one hand, she rubbed
her somewhat still sensitive flower. She felt it was only a matter of time
before her lover would pound her into a sleep that promised bliss eternal.
What she didn't expect when it came, were words that would make that sleep
 slightly unpleasant:
	"SAOTMOME!! YOU DESICRATED MY BELOVED!! NOW I'LL SEND YOU TO HELL!!!"


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Well that's quite a suggestive ending, now isn't it? Much appreciation
to HPackrat and Kichigai for the extra info on how to make a longer ending,
seeing as this was going to end much shorter than it did. See you next
chapter!