Ranma 1/2 - The Lemon Series by James Stone wstone@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca (c)1994 Stone Age Productions All rights Reserved ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- As finals wind down, I take this opportunity to present the 5th installment in the Lemon series...which is 4 more volumes than I ever intended! But anyways, I'll leave the long stuff for the end, where it may safely be skipped. * * * WARNING * * * This fanfic contains scenes of explicit sexual activity! If such things offend you, now would be a good time to stop reading. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode 5 - New Thoughts Ryouga trotted down the hall of the Tendo household, whistling cheerfully. Things were actually going well for a change. He had found his way to Furinkan, after all those weeks. And he had finally discovered the cause of his misery. Ranma. Just the thought of him...but no, time would make his revenge against him all the more sweet. And lastly...he had found...love. Ryouga let out a small sigh as suddenly the thought of Akane filled his head. In his minds eye, he pictured her...how defenseless her face looked without its sheath of long hair...yet how strong nonetheless. Her smile... the look of kindness and care in her eyes as she had pressed her lips against his pig's snout... Here his thoughts faltered. He was...a pig. There wasn't much getting around that fact. And he knew, that if she ever found about his curse, that their relationship would be over. Not that there was anything there, really, he cautioned himself. Right now all he was was her pet. But, even as her pet, he was closer to her than Ranma! Why, he had overheard things she would never DARE tell Ranma... yet she told him, because she knew he couldn't tell anyone else. Ryouga sincerely enjoyed those little snippets...usually along the lines of "Ranma no baka!" and the like. He knew he stood a chance with her...but he just had to find a way to show that he was the good guy, that it was Ranma who was responsible for all of Ryouga's wrongs. When he could show that to Akane, all would be his...and all it would take would be a single opportunity. But now, patience. Tonight, while Ranma and his fool father practiced, he had snuck into the pond, and then snuck inside. Akane was taking a bath now...by the time he got to her room, she should be about ready for bed. But when he got to her door, it was closed. Hmm. This was unusual. Usually she kept it open, just a crack, so that he could get in. Ah, no matter. He may have the worlds worst sense of direction, but he could easily find his way to the window, right? A little down the hall, Nabiki's door stood open. Cautiously, he peeked in...good, she was out, and her window was open. He hopped onto the window's edge... Ten minutes later a very frustrated small black pig stood in the upstairs hallway again. Curses! Where did her room go? He trotted down the hall, seething. And then...the impossible. Her door was open, just a bit. Hmm? She must have taken a longer bath than I thought. Maybe I should have checked before wandering around and getting all panicked... Ryouga's color went a rather strange shade, deep red beneath black fur. The thought of Akane, naked, suddenly filled his head. Oh god...the world seemed to swim a slight red, and a strange burning near his hind legs began. He didn't need to be told what THAT was...just be thankful that the thought of female pigs didn't do the same... That thought quite abruptly ended the spell. Brrr. That didn't even bear THINKING about. Now, to go see his mistress. Gently, he nosed the door open slightly, and soundlessly slipped into Akane's bedroom. The sight he saw stopped him cold. Akane was still in her towel, standing before the mirror, slowly brushing her hair. Her color seemed... off. There was a flush in her cheekbones, as if she had a fever, and her eyes had a far-off cast. Her movements were slowed, almost as if she was in a dream. Ryouga didn't notice anything beyond the towel. Only one thought ran through his head. "Oh my god she's not dressed and will have to change oh my god she's not dressed and will have to change..." The world started to go grey again. H...had to get out of sight...if he saw this he'd.... He looked around the room frantically. Ah, a pile of clothes! He dived into them, and froze. He had landed right on top of one of her bras. This was not improving things. He squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated. Just keep your eyes shut, and you'll be fine. Wait until you're SURE she's done changing, then come out. Don't watch her. "Do you...do you really think its cute like this?" Ryouga's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Akane in shock. But, she wasn't talking to him...she was talking to her reflection. She was running her hand through her hair...softly, shyly. Ryouga finally noticed the color of her face. What could she be...? Akane's other hand dropped to the swell of her breasts. "What about...what about me? Do you think I'm cute?" She paused, then she smiled...a secret, soft, smile that pierced Ryouga's soul. All the near fainting spells he had ever had were nothing compared to this...he thought he was going to die. But his vision was perfectly clear, and the burning, sweet ache in his loins was also clear. Suddenly the hand in her hair came down to join the one at her breasts...then dropped lower, to the fork of her legs. Her upper hand made a soft movement...and the towel fell to the floor, revealing her nude form beneath it. "Then...I'm yours," she whispered softly to the mirror. Her hands began to slowly caress her body...tracing wide patterns across her thighs and breasts. Slowly, she brought each hand closer to its goal...until finally, she stroked her nipple with gentle fingers, and her hand ran slowly up her nether lips, gently stroking her clit. Her eyes closed...she let out a soft sigh... She gasped, and swiftly ran that hand up her body to her other breast. Now, with both hands, she became more vigorous...kneading, pinching, pushing her hands together, pulling apart, stroking. Her whole body seemed to glow, almost as if the currents flowing through her were so intense they could produce their own energy. Ryouga watched all of this...stunned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sweet, kind, gentle Akane...doing this?! But...but he could see her passion...see her energy...and... Ryouga's little pig hips, even before he noticed, began pumping up and down on the pile of laundry. He tried...but couldn't stop himself. This was the only way...he had to release himself before he went completely insane with lust and love. Akane didn't notice her laundry moving slightly...but instead, continued her masturbation. She kept at her breasts...pausing with one hand briefly to wet a finger, then use the wetted digit to tease her nipple even more. Suddenly, she stumbled backwards, until she reached her bed, where she collapsed, legs spread open. "Now...take me," she whimpered to her imaginary companion. Her hands darted down, reaching almost her knees. Slowly, exquisitely slowly, she brought her hands up her thighs...stoking the fires almost. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she reached her sex. She gasped as her hand came into contact with the thick outer lips. Slowly, with one hand, she pulled them apart, and gently, with her palm, rubbed her clit. With her other hand, she traced a finger down her inner lips...teasing the entrance to herself, not actually passing the barrier, but creating miniature electric storms around her fingers. Her back arched... sweat broke from the inside of her thighs, her belly, her forehead. A name rose to her lips...but wasn't uttered...not yet. In time...when fantasy became reality. Ryouga watched...entranced, his mind ablaze. No rational thoughts passed through his mind...all that mattered now was Akane, and him. Somehow...somehow...somehow...and suddenly, his lower half went liquid fire, and he thought no more...but flashing before him, Akane's hips arched high into the air...and her cries filled his ears as her fluid dribbled from her sex...wetting her hand, and the sheets below. Several hours later, sunrise. Akane woke slowly, blinking around in some confusion. What had she... Suddenly she flushed, all over. She was lying on top of her covers, stark naked, legs splayed off to the sides. One hand was still nestled between her legs...although it wasn't providing much modesty, not the way it was curled around her mons. Her other hand still felt sort of sticky. "Wow...that was SOME orgasm..." she muttered to herself, still rather dazed. "Oh no! What if I left the door open? Ranma would..." She sat up, and bolted for the door, careful to make sure she was on the hinge side. But...it was closed. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe. Now...to get ready for school. She absently threw on her pajamas, and went downstairs to brush her teeth, and washed up. As she did, she tried to piece together last night... why had she felt like she had been watched the whole time? Akane gave a mental shrug as she climbed the stairs. Ranma had been in the dojo, and her sisters certainly wouldn't have done anything so.... So, it must have been her imagination. Once in her room, she looked at the pile of clothes on the floor in disgust. Here she had masturbated herself unconcious, and not even properly hung them. Oh well...she didn't have a choice. She picked up the blouse... and stared. There, sleeping comfortably, was P-chan. Gently, she pushed him aside, and stared again. Quite clear on her bra was a spot...and from the way P-chan was lying, it was pretty clear what that spot was. P-chan's eyes opened...and stared. Akane looked at him...the look of utter fear on his face...and smiled. "So YOU were the one spying on me, were you P-chan? You naughty, naughty pig." P-chan seemed to crumple at this. "Now...whatever shall we DO with you?" P-chan seemed to get even more miserable, his gaze wilting. Akane couldn't believe what she was saying...but it FELT right. And so would this. Smiling, she gently pushed P-chan off the bra and picked it up. "Now, whatever shall we do with this nasty garment? I think we'll have to..." She abruptly pulled her pajama top over her head, and smiled as P-chan's face turned that curious black-red shade. Still smiling, she threw her head back, tossing it...relishing the way her breasts bobbled, relishing the look of both panic and desire than had come onto P-chan's face. Slowly, she put the bra on, hooking its clasp in the back. "Now...we'll both be thinking of last night, won't we? It'll be our little secret. And if you're a good boy...I'll give you more secrets." P-chan fainted...but Akane thought she saw a piggy grin on his face. For the rest of the day, the spot chafed over her nipple...keeping it erect and keeping her aroused. Next time...perhaps something different should be done... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- And thus ends part 5. As usual, questions, comments, criticisms, etc should be sent to the above address. Request for previous stories, please email to the other address listed below...cs94324@cs.ualberta.ca. And if this address doesn't seem to get a response, try the gpu address. I'm not totally sure about that second one. Also, all flames will be read, laughed at, and disposed of, never to be given a second thought. Brief thanks list...you know who you are. 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