"Passion Spice Pandemonia 7: "The Flame and the Seraph"


by Rpgingmaster


A Ranma 1/2 Romance/Lemon


Note: You are about to witness two anime characters, mate, copulate, 
make love, or whatever term floats your boat, and despite the fact that 
there is a plot inbetween the lemon parts, it's still depicts acts of a 
sexual nature, so if you are underage, or you're a prude, then leave now, 
for I cannot held be held legally responsible for what you see past this 
disclaimer.

Rated NC-17

P.S.- For story purposes, it is assumed that Dr. Tofu either does not 
exist or is a nonentity.

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As Happosai lay buried in his brassiere collection, a sudden bout of 
irritation creased his wrinkled and ancient brow as he thought of
recent trip to China, courtesy of Akane Air.


When he fell, he had fallen right in front of a HOT! Chinese sorceress,
but when he had tried to grope her, she had not only beaten him senseless,
she drained of him of ki, had her guards kick and beat him till he was
a bleeding mess, then she transported him far away, a place that turned 
out to a yaoi dance club in one of the seedier sections of Nerima, and 
ever since then, after he had escaped the "Yaoi Danse Macabre", as he 
liked to call that foul place, he vowed to himself he would get revenge.


In fact, he already had some Passion Spice, which he had filched from 
Cologne one day when he was trying to fondle Shampoo, and he had made a
few dustbombs of the Spice, and he was going to make her desperate
and horny, just like he was right then, but his enthusiam was dampened
by the fact that he knew that he needed some assistance to run interference.


Thanfully for him, evilness was his mother of invention, and soon he was 
dragging Soun and Genma along with him on another training trip.


However, in his haste, he neglected to realize that in haste, one of his 
Passion Spice dustbombs fell out of his shoulder sack, and it rolled under 
a chair in the living room.....

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Two days later........


Nabiki was at Kuno's, doing he knew not what, except something about 
"balancing the Kuno family books", and Akane was spending time at her
friends so she could get away from him, something he did not regret
in the least, and he was alone with Kasumi, and they would be sharing
the house for the next few days.


In fact, he was in the living room taking a breather from training, and
he watching Kasumi pick up the room, wearing her usual cheery smile, and
as she did, he found himself thinking about her.


Of the three Tendo sisters, she was the nicest, not to mention the closest
thing to a mother figure he had had in quite a long time, and of all the
Tendo sisters, had he had to have chosen his fiance, she probably would've
been it, except she had declined, and now he was stuck with Akane, and her
disadvantages and her oil to his water were too numerous to list, and since
Nabiki would screw him over given half a yen, he had found himself thinking
fondly of Kasumi.


Sure, he had tried to make it work between him and Akane, but his attempts
kept getting rebuffed, and it got to the point that it hurt when she rejected
him, so much so that one night, he had been in his room, doing what no "man
among men" should be doing.

Crying.

At the time, he had felt guilt for his weakness, but as the strangled sobs
escaped his throat, he found, perversely, how good it felt to get it all out,
but at the same time, he felt the iron grip of his masculine upbringing
hard to shake, that is, until he felt those gentle arms around him.


He had looked up. It was Kasumi, who said gently, though with emotion, 
"Just let it all out....you'll feel better....", and that had broken 
the dam on his emotions, and that night, she had held him, and he had 
cried into her shoulder, feeling a tidal wave of sadness leave him.


Since that night, there had been repeats, and he had felt her encircling,
healing embrace around him as he let it out, letting his feelings dissipate,
and her gentle words and sweet demeanor had carried him through more than
one bout of depression, and it had gotten to the point where he felt.....
felt....for her....he........wanted her......


However, he kept these feelings secret, and he tried to honor his obligation
to Akane, as any good martial artist following an oath should, but at times
like these, he though of how wonderful it would be to hold her, kiss her,
love her........


He suddenly snapped out of his reverie, feeling guilt for his mental betrayal
of his unhappy oath, and he moved to get up, to go back to training, anything
to stave these...feelings...before they overwhelmed him.


Before he could get up, he heard a bent over Kasumi ask in a curious voice,
while holding up what looked like a dusty red orb, "What is this?"


He walked over to her, examined the orb for a few moments, then he said,
honestly, "I dunno."


That's when it exploded.


Red dust flew everywhere, but a sizable quantity found it's way into their
repiratory system, and as they both choked on the fast disappearing dust 
cloud, they both saw, to their dismay, that the room was covered in the red
stuff.


Kasumi was annoyed, but trying to be cheerful about it, so as she walked to 
the kitchen to get the proper cleaning materials, she was surprised that
Ranma moved with her, though she didn't complain.

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Later, as they cleaned up the mess, Kasumi allowed her own thoughts about
Ranma to surface.


When Ranma Saotome had first come to live with them, and she had been told
of the arranged engagement, she had declined to be Ranma's fiance, offically 
citing that she wanted to marry an older man, but secretly, she wasn't sure, 
and though she wasn't the dictionary definition of coward, her courage had
failed her, and ever since that day, she had regretted the decision, for
from her neutral viewpoint, she had seen Ranma's hidden good nature, his
inner charm, something her sister was, regrettably, too short sighted to 
see, and every day, though she seemed outwardly cheerful, she was inwardly
depressed, knowing that her chance to know Ranma, as a fiance, had been 
closed to her, and recently, every time he had fled to the security of her
understanding and compassion, and every time she had held him in her arms,
she had wanted it to be a little more......


As she wet the rag in the lukewarm water, she squeezed the excess back into 
the bucket, and she scraped the red dust off the floor, she glanced over
watching Ranma hard at work cleaning a spot next to hers.


As she put her rag back into the water so she could clean it off, she felt
Ranma's hand reach in at the same time, and for the brief second their 
fingers touched, what seemed a bolt of electricity went through her body, 
as it unbeknowenst to her went through his as well, and they both quickly
cleaned off their rags, and they turned back to their tasks, both feeling 
more than a little warm.

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By the time they had completed the task of cleaning the living room, it had 
been dinner time, and, as she had no time to make an elaborate meal, she
threw a bunch of leftover ramen in a pot, added some ingedients, and in less
than fifteen minutes, she had a huge steaming pot of ramen ready.


As she reached for the mitts to pick up the pot, she saw Ranma was in the 
process of doing so, and as saw him, a warm feeling that had been bothering 
her suddenly got more oppressive, and she felt her legs get weak as he 
looked at her, his eyes seeming to sparkle like twin sapphires....


She regained her composure, and she joined him shortly at the table, having
brought the utensils and bowls, and after the customary blessing, they began
to partake of their repast, and she found herself unabale to tear her gaze
off of Ranma.

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As Ranma ate, he ate much more slowly than usual, a side effect of rather 
intense warmth that kept hanging over him like a dewy cloud, and the fact
that his thoughts kept coming back to Kasumi.


However, base instinct, specifically his need for food, kept him from 
dwelling on this quandry too much, and his hunger made his feelings easier 
to ignore, that is, until the pot was empty and he and Kasumi had finished.


She was about to wash the dishes, and even though he could have left, he
decided to stay, and, picking up his own dirty tableware, the joined her 
at the sink, where, with her as the washer, and he as the rinser, they 
quickly finished, though a slight spill from a rinsed pitcher containing 
cold water activated Ranma's curse, though this had no effect on the
oppressive heat he felt, nor her ever burgeoning feelings.

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Later, when it was time for bed, Ranma found herself getting ready for bed,
and as she took her customary shirt/boxer combo in hand, she quickly disrobed
and donned her sleepwear, then she went to Kasumi's room to wish it's
occupant good night.


As she entered, Kasumi was in a loose slip, much less chaste than her usual
bedgarb, and as Ranma entered, Kasumi quickly rose and intercepted her
with a goodnight hug.


As she did, what seemed an entire thunderbolt tensed their bodies, and as
the bed was behind them, they fell back, catching each other as they fell
backwards from the foot of the bed, lying paralell, side by side as their
bodies softly thumped onto the downy comforter.

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As their master walked briskly on ahead, looking a rather odd combination
of serious and excited, Genma knew that something was wrong.


Back in the days when they had traveled with the Master, the only times he
had been serious was when he was up to no good, such as a large panty raid,
and as they headed along a rather backwoods road in China to wherever the
Master was taking them, he shared a worried look with Soun as they both 
feared the deviltry their hentai sensei could possibly be planning.....

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Kasumi and Ranma were both shuddering slightly; fear, uncertainty, and a
multitude of other feelings swirling about their hearts in rapid succession,
and their faces were but millimeters away as they saw the softness in each 
other's eyes.


Without any warning, their faces pressed together and their lips met. For
the first few seconds, the kiss was unsure and clumsy, but as it continued,
it grew in passion and energy, and soon, they were tugging at each other, 
lit on fire by the torchlights of desire and want.


Ranma had had dreams about this moment, as had Kasumi, but they seemed pale
ghosts of this blessed event, and as they encircled each other, they paid no
mind to the fact that they were both women, instead they focused on each 
other, locked in soulful embrace.


Kasumi had read many romance novels, some even with female\female romance,
and if the feelings she had read between her and Ranma were anything like
what those rather steamy texts had spoke of, then she knew that tonight, 
they would unseal passion on a heretofore unknown scale.


Without warning, her hands, surprisingly strong yet gentle, found their way
under Ranma's shirt, lifting it up, and without so much as a pause, she
removed the outer covering, and pressed her form up against Ranma now bared 
chest, feeling the hardened tips of her lover's aureole press into her chest, 
and the softness of her beautiful body pressing against her own.


When Ranma felt this, she was on Cloud Nine, finding her reason put on park
for the nonce, and her own hands, quivering though they were, reach up to 
unclasp the ties that held Kasumi's nightgown in place.


As the ties unclasped, she felt the gown fall, and as it did, she put her
mouth to one of those hardened tips. Kasumi gasped as she felt Ranma's 
eager mouth suck on her breast, and Kasumi, her motherly nature coming to
the fore for an instant, wished that she could give her lover's honest 
effort's a reward, such as breast milk as a mother would give her babe.


In any case, Ranma continued, and she massaged the other breast with her
hand, enjoying the softness of Kasumi's skin. This did not last long, as
Ranma soon tired of her task, her mouth a little exhausted, and as she 
backed away, she felt Kasumi push her back until she was lying down on
the bed, and as she lay there, her legs splayed slightly open, Ranma
saw Kasumi decend on her.


She had read of this act, and she had in her time read some very advanced
texts on the human anatomy, but she had never gotten an exact description
of how to, as it was crassly stated, "eat out", but this did not stop 
Kasumi, as her mouth closed around Ranma's scarlet snatch.


Ranma was briefly confused as she saw Kasumi's mouth approach her crotch 
area, but understanding came soon as she had to grip the bed for support,
the intense feeling of Kasumi's tongue inside her making her squirm.


Kasumi almost couldn't believe, but she had very quickly suceeded in 
pleasuring her lover, and as she continued her machinations, she heard
Ranma's moans of pleasure getting louder.


With a sudden cry, Ranma lost all motor control, and Kasumi was rewarded 
for her efforts with gush of sweet honey, and as she eagerly partook of
Ranma's nectar, she could hear a now exhausted Ranma groan in ecstasy
as the initial shock of female climax, her first, wear off, and the 
general and very pleasant "all over" feeling spread all through her, as
if it were trying to fill her with it's essence.


Kasumi, by now, had crawled up next to Ranma, and as her arms went around
her, she deeply kissed the scarlet haired flame, allowing her to taste
her own sweet honey. The kiss lasted for a long time, until finally, 
exhaustion claimed the victory, and they lay in each other's arms for a 
long time, gently petting and panting, until even that stopped, and sleep
claimed them for the nonce.

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As Happosai went sailing through the air, his body still smoking from the
fireball that the sorceress had fried him with, he bitterly thought of how 
everything had gone wrong.


He and his "interference" had been spotted almost 30 miles away, ambushed,
his dustbombs were destroyed, Soun and Genma had taken to their heels, and
now he was about to land on a random piece of Planet Earth.


Turns out, he landed in a Mexican eatery, where he landed on a platter, and
one of the workers put him inside a huge Gordita shell, then put him on a 
plate, and set him before a fat ass Scotsman who weighed a metric ton and
whose formal name was " Mr. Fat Bastard "


He didn't even have time to scream as the fat man swallowed him whole.....

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That morning.....


As Ranma woke up, she felt a little cold, and to remedy that, she rolled back 
over, draping her arm over Kasumi so she could leech off Kasumi's body heat, 
not that the eldest Tendo girl minded, as she was wide awake, and merely
lifted her body so Ranma's lower arm could embrace her more completely.


As Ranma luxuriated in the warmth, she gently murmured, "....I'm in the 
arms of an angel......", before closing her eyes and sleeping yet again 
in her lover's arms, and on Kasumi's face, tears of happiness began to 
flow.....

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Author's Note: Recently, after having listened to the "Outer Senshi 
Transformation" (Sailor Moon) Mp3 about 150 times and having had to
perform in a sappy/comedic play, I decided to write something that 
was beautiful, like the Uranus\Neptune Transform Music, but romantic
and funny, like Ranma, and this was the result, and I have recently 
found that Ranma\Kasumi is yet another Ranma pairing I like, the 
only thing better is Ranma\Kodachi.


By the way, I'm not yet a meber of "The Church of the Black Rose",
but if I ever get the chance, I shall join, as I am a diehard
Ranma\Kodachi fan, and I would appreciate reading any fanfiction of 
that slant, lemon or not.


And, as always, as I say to my fans, and since I'm generous, my 
detractors:


Have a nice day!!!!!!!