Ranma 1/2 - The Lemon Series by James "Kamikaze" Stone jamess@worldgate.edmonton.ab.ca (c) 1994 StoneAge Productions All Rights Reserved ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The second in the irregular Ranma Lemon Series fanfic... * * * WARNING * * * The following story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity. If such things offend you, stop reading now! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode 2 - Chinese Dreams I The Jusenkyou Guide lay in his tent, muttering to himself. Why did this always happen to HIM?! What god had looked down on him, chuckled, and decided to make him the target of enough misfortune for an entire village! The Guide was sure it was one of his ancestors. He himself lived a pure life, he had no vices. Certainly nothing that would deserve the kind of heavenly wrath that had descended upon him as of late. He had been a tour guide in Shanghai, showing those visitors from exotic-sounding places such as India, Sweden, Canada, and, his specialty, Japan, through the city, showing them it's thriving commercial district, the hard work of the peasants, the riverman plying their trade. And it had been good, until that arrogant man (where had he been from? America? Germany? They all sounded alike to the Guide) has given one of those riverman an insult, so cutting, so degrading, that the Guide had blocked it from his mind forever. What he had done next, though, was still crystal clear in his mind. He watched his fist, as if of it's own will, loop through the air, its deadly arc ended by the mans gleaming skull...the splash of blood... Even now, despite himself, the Guide smiled...ah, that had been a fine moment. What had followed was not so fine however. He had been arrested, placed on trial for assulting a foreinger. But he had been lucky, he believed...because of his knowledge of martial arts, and his faithful service in the past, he had merely been reassigned, to the remote Bayankala Range, where everyone (including himself) thought he couldn't get into trouble. He sighed. So much for that idea. He should have known as soon as he saw this strange twosome, he could sense that trouble would follow whereever these two went. But...he had his duty, and he would fufill it. And so, he took them to Jusenkyou. The Guide groaned, covering his eyes. After that horrible accident, it had taken him the rest of the day to find the two again. They were both nearly unconcious, from exhaustion, shock, and the severe beating each had given the other. He had been tempted to leave them there...but duty and concience intervened again...that, and the feeling that someone, or someTHING, had been following them.... So he had made camp where they lay. The man, (now a panda, he reminded himself) had roused shortly after he got there, and silently helped him set up the camp. The Guide had been rather surprised to feel no anger from the panda...only...embarassment. Even more surprising was the anger from the boy...(girl, his mind insisted). She had been furious...but again, not at the Guide. The Guide supposed the gods weren't entirely pitiless...he had once again escaped the worst possible consequences. The girl...she had been furious, but there was a kind of beauty in that anger that made the Guide smile without realizing it. And before...as she lay semi-concious in his arms as he fed her (the Panda had watched on angry and embarrassed...even unconcious she had refused to take food from it...) he had felt...had felt... The Guide looked down on himself, at the erection was had grown there. Yes, he chuckled to himself, he had felt like this. He remembered, looking at her...seeing how the slightly damp gi had clung to her breasts... how it had parted slightly, showing some of her cleavage, and a hint of the swell of each breast...and further down, how the soft pants, also damp, had seemed moulded to her legs...her hips...showing oh-so-faintly the soft rise of her sex.... The Guide suddenly groaned softly, sitting up. He realized he had been stroking himself lightly, and this had simulated his desire to the point where he wanted to...HAD to see her again...if only for a moment...if only in the dark. Moving as softly and quietly as a shadow, the Guide slipped from his tent, and moved to that that the panda and girl were sharing. As he left his, he saw the panda lying outside the tent, fresh bruises on his head. Smiling, the Guide moved to the girls tent. That made it easier. Making virtually no noise at all, the Guide slid the zippered door of the tent open a bare meter. Crouching, he slid himself inside, concious of the body within, but not really seeing it yet, just careful not to disturb it. The first thing his eyes saw were the gi and pants strung in the middle of the tent to dry. The Guides breath caught. That meant...he looked. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, but he could still barely make out the form within the sleeping bag...but he could see that one shoulder was bare..could see the top of her chest...could just see the beginnings of a breast as it disappeared under the sleeping bag. His throat let out a small moan...he had to see more. Slowly, almost hesitatingly, he reached out to the cover of the bag...his hand almost touched it when suddenly the girl moaned softly, and shifted. He jerked his hand back as if from a hot poker, then stared. In the dim light, the Guide could just make it out. Beginning just below the shoulder, a shade of gray slighly lighter than the rest, as if lit by starlight...or some inner light. Rising, a gentle hill of flesh, until the summit, a shade of grey slightly reddish, poked abruptly from a pool of that reddish grey...a summit that was both high and hard. And then the hill falling away, more steeply on the other side, until lost in a valley of shadow just above the flat plain of her stomach. The Guide reached down, and unashamedly, almost not realizing what he was doing, began to stroke and pull at himself furiously. His eyes were transfixed, unable to move from that single breast, highlighed in grey against a grey background. His hand worked furiously at himself, pulling his member, then rubbing it, pausing every for moments to gently squeeze it, and wash his hand over the tip. The Guide's thoughts were now lost in a storm of passion and lust. And...he felt himself begining to release. Within moments, the pressure that had begun in his gut, and moved lower, gradually, then more quickly, spurted out of him...into his hand, onto the ground in front of him, and one stray strand, onto the very edge of the sleeping bag. Flushed, sweating, breathing slightly heavier than normal, the Guide quickly slipped out of the girls tent, and re-sealed the flap. He quickly scuttled past the snoring panda (who hadn't changed position) into his own tent, and re-sealed his own flap. He moved to his own sleeping bag, and lay on it, not moving for awhile. Suddenly he grinned. Although his customers didn't know it yet, there WAS a way to reverse the curse temporarily. But...he thought that secret could wait, couldn't it? After all, his customers seemed to enjoy finding things out the hard way. So...he'd let them have their fun. And, unknowingly, they'd let him have his. Smiling, the Guide drifted off to sleep. It was an untroubled sleep...except in one respect. In it he had a dream...not a nightmare, but one that unsettled him none the less when he awoke the next moment. He couldn't even remember what it was about...except for a single image which entered his mind as he made breakfast for the girl and the panda. A single flash of blue amoung shades of grey.