Ranma .05 :Vol 1, Part 2 Being a good wife *** Warning: this fan-fic has scenes of explicit sex and bad jokes. If either offend you, stop reading now. *** As the school bell rang the end of the day's classes, students began to file out of Furinkan high. Nearby, a lone figure waited; poised to strike. The figure held itself like a coiled spring, energy pooled for the first and deciding blow. Its view blocked by the bushes it was crouched behind, the stalker relied on its keen ears to locate the prey. There! It directed its attention to a particular voice, and using its ki, blocked the others out. The voice spoke again. "See you tomorrow!" "Sure thing Akane!" The figure allowed itself a small, evil smile. It knew the patterns of its prey well; very well indeed. The prey always spent time near this Akane. Patiently waiting, the figure finally judged that the voices placed the prey within striking range. With an explosive burst, the figure leapt high into the air! Once airborne, the figure twisted around to land with its hands ready to clutch the prey. On the way down, it released the blood-curdling battle-cry that brought fear into the hearts of strong men... "Nihao, Ranma!!" Unfortunately for Shampoo, the spot she aimed for was lacking in Ranma. She landed on her feet, cat-like, then paused. She gazed around, her eyes making the 'squeechy' blinking noise. No Ranma anywhere. Looking confused (yet cute), she began to search around the terrified bystanders. Despite her diligent search, Ranma was not to be found. Annoyed, she huffed over to her rival, "Where Akane hide Ranma?" she demanded. Akane blinked. "Ran-Ranma went off with some of his friends to...go see a game today." "Ai-yah! Now no one take Shampoo to reserved French restaurant!" Akane looked shocked. "Ranma made a date with you?" "No, Shampoo make date as surprise for Ranma. Shampoo know Ranma want to go. When Ranma turn down any food not made by Akane?" At that, Akane got a dangerous twitch in one of her eyes. Shampoo however, ignored it. Looking depressed, she sighed. "Shampoo not let food go to waste. Shampoo guess even Akane better than eating alone." * [Not for sale or rental] * At the restaurant, Akane just sat picking away at her food with the fork. She hadn't been entirely truthful with Shampoo. Ranma had been coming up with these sudden things to do for a while now. Akane didn't know whether he was actually going to a game or not. In fact, she and Ranma hadn't really seen all that much of each other since......since the incident two weeks ago. She sighed. It wasn't that they were avoiding one another, more like they just hadn't come to grips with it yet. She felt uncomfortable near him and knew Ranma felt the same about her. She hoped, with time, the two of them would work it out. For awhile now, Shampoo had been observing the depressed look that clouded Akane's face. Then she clapped her hands and smiled. "Shampoo know why Akane sad!" Akane looked up from her untouched meal, startled. Still smiling, Shampoo continued, "It because Ranma dump Akane!" Akane flinched. Through clenched teeth she forced out, "Not that it matters to me at all, but why would Ranma have any reason to break up with me?" "Why? Because Akane violent, a klutz, ungraceful, act like boy, cooking peel paint, entrap Ranma in marriage, make life living..." As Shampoo continued her list, she failed to notice that Akane, sitting there taking it, was busy bending utensils into modern art sculptures. "...and even Ranma admit Akane not cute." Shampoo concluded with a satisfied smirk on her face. "See, Akane know not how to be good wife." Then the smirk turned into a grin; she leaned closer and in a conspiratorial whisper, "Akane also probably know not about how keep husband...happy," she finished with meaning. Akane snorted and leaned back. Stung, she forcefully replied, "I'll have you know, Shampoo, that Ranma and I have actually had..." Akane faltered and fell silent at the sight of Shampoo's eyes occupying 90% of her face. Added to this, Akane suddenly became aware of the echoing silence in the room. Slowly, she turned her head and scanned the restaurant; the whole place was watching the exchange with baited breath. A single large, clear drop of sweat ran down her hair. "...actually had...a talk about it." she finished lamely. The restaurant looked let down and returned to their own conversations, disappointed that there wouldn't be a cat-fight. Shampoo sighed and collapsed in her chair. "Shampoo actually worry for moment. But that foolish. Why it happen to Akane when Shampoo much more a woman?" Akane stood up. "If I want to have my femineity insulted, I'll go home and talk to Ranma! Any time you want to see which one of us is more a woman, I'm ready." Shampoo blinked. Then her eyes narrowed into slits; a smile tugged the corners of her lips. "Fine. Akane want fight, Akane get fight." People sitting at nearby tables edged slightly away as both girls started to do that blue aura thing. * * * Akane followed Shampoo through the streets of Tokyo. No hint as to what the contest would be, but Akane was determined to win it. No way would she lose to Shampoo, her biggest rival for... She killed that thought before it got any further. Right now, she had to concentrate, not confront hidden feelings. Shampoo stopped, and Akane looked up to see that they were at the Neko-kan. A sign on the door marked it as closed for the day. Shampoo unlocked the door and beckoned Akane in. "Why is the place shut down, Shampoo?" "Builders repair hole made when Shampoo punt Mousse through ceiling." she explained with a smile. Akane wondered. Shampoo led Akane up the back stairs to her room. "Obachan away getting supplies," she explained as she closed the door. Akane dropped her school bag and made a fist. "So Shampoo, what type of fight is it to be." Shampoo made a dramatic showing of trying to decide. "Shampoo not want too easy win, so contest not be: cooking, baking, tea ceremony, flower arranging, politeness, or any normal girl-stuff." Had Ranma been standing there, Akane would surely have hit him at that point, just for breathing. Shampoo suddenly turned to face Akane full on. "To be fair fight, contest be...being good wife." Akane blinked. "And just how do you attempt to prove which one of us is better at that." Again that evil (yet cute) grin appeared on Shampoo's face. "Is wife's duty to place husband before self. Make sure able to keep husband...happy." Akane looked startled. "Ma...masaka...you aren't talking about..." "That right Akane. Shampoo talk about giving husband pleasure." She cracked her knuckles. "Contest to be which one can bring ext...esta...pleasure to other first. If can bring pleasure first, be better at it than other. Better one keep husband happier during cold nights." Akane glared at her rival. There was no way that she would back down from a contest, even one as sick as this. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Ok, Shampoo. First one to lose it, loses it." Shampoo looked surprised at Akane's determination. Then she reached up to her right armpit and began to undo her top. Releasing the ties, she opened her shirt. Her breasts bounced with their freedom. Akane watched this with surprise. "You don't wear a bra, Shampoo?" she asked as she took off her school jacket. "No, it entangle when Shampoo get wet." Akane seemed to expect something like that and just shook her head. She reached to her waist and loosened the bow on the back of her skirt. That done, Akane pulled the dress over her head and put it on the floor. She started on unbuttoning her shirt. Shampoo meanwhile had removed her red pants from her long legs and just stood there in her panties. Akane finished and removed her shirt. She turned to Shampoo clad only in panties and bra. Shampoo pulled a futon from the closet as Akane unclasped her bra and removed it. Then she pulled down her panties and stood before Shampoo, naked. After spreading out the futon, Shampoo hooked her thumbs into her panties and drew them down as well. That done, the two girls both lowered themselves to their knees on the futon. "The contest begins!" Shampoo said. That done, she reached over to Akane's chest and began to gently stroke her breasts. Following the same idea, Akane reached out and ran her hand down Shampoo's cheek. Brushing aside the lavender hair, she started to caress Shampoo's neck and slowly work her way down to the Chinese girl's chest. Both girls began to fondle the other's breasts. Shampoo's hands were warm and flowing on Akane's chest. Under them, Akane could feel her heart beat increase and her body react. The nipples began to harden and extend, making her feelings known. Falling back to what she had enjoyed from her experience with Ranma, Akane leaned forwards. Still massaging Shampoo's right breast, she raised the other mound in her hand. Shampoo watched as Akane bent towards her. She was shocked when Akane reached out her tongue and flicked the left nipple. The sensation forced a sudden intake of air from Shampoo; it had felt so good. Akane then took the whole nipple into her mouth and began to gently suck at it. Unable to get her own head to Akane's chest, Shampoo had to sit there and take it as Akane worked on her. With her tongue, Akane circled the captured nipple. Softly applying a suck to the flesh, she milked the mound while her tongue continued caressing it. Shampoo felt her body relish the experience and was aware of her own nipples jutting out and stiffening. She continued to rub her fingers over Akane's young flesh, but Shampoo had to admit that she was getting the better job. Finished on one breast, Akane dragged her tongue over to the other. Involuntarily, Shampoo sighed as the new mound received the attention it desired. Goose-bumps dragged themselves across her skin. Realizing that something had to be done, Shampoo left off her fondling of the breasts, and began to run her hands down Akane's form. Following the curves as they flowed under her fingers, she traced the young body until she reached the two hips. Gasping for breath, she started to trace her probing fingers into the neither region, one down the inner thigh, the other tracing the buttock. The hands met in the middle and explored what they discovered. An electric arc crawled its way from the base of Akane's spine to the tip of her head. She continued her work on Shampoo's assets, despite the fact that she wanted to take gulps of air. A moan escaped around her lips as Shampoo gently parted the folds that guarded her inviting cavity. Already she could feel the slickness begin to soak her insides. Moving slowly, Shampoo's fingers fluttered over Akane's sex. With gentle motions, she traced the opening, not yet invading. Lingeringly, Shampoo ran her knuckles over the other's button. Akane squirmed, trying to resist the impulses. In this position, Shampoo held the advantage, able to get to the heart of the matter. Needing to act, Akane pushed on the breast in her mouth. She forced Shampoo down to the futon. Once Shampoo's back was on the sheet, Akane twisted around and brought her head down the Chinese girl's body. Placing her own hand between Shampoo's legs, Akane was able to act. Laying open the petals, she noted with satisfaction that her actions had been successful. Shampoo was just as wet as Akane was feeling. With caressing motion, Akane returned what she had just experienced. Centring on Shampoo's bulb, she worked the area gently yet thoroughly. Shampoo shuddered, her body relishing the sensations. When Akane moved her head in and nuzzled her button, Shampoo shuddered with pleasure. The flow of wetness under Akane's fingers increased. Taking her hands away, Shampoo placed them on Akane's hips, and lifted the girl's back end up. Moving her around, Shampoo brought Akane's legs to lie outside her own head. Still on her back, Shampoo now had complete access to Akane's treasure, while Akane continued to manipulate Shampoo's. Both girls started to work on the other in earnest now. With both fingers and tongue, each traced the other's vital region. Shampoo added a run of the fingers along Akane's spine to cause the other to let off for a moment and moan. Akane came back with a vengeance by sucking on Shampoo's tender bulb and running her free hand up Shampoo's curves to kneed one of the breasts. Each was softly moaning and squirming as the other worked hard to complete the task. Gasping heavily, Shampoo pressed her tongue hard into Akane's bulb, causing the other to slowly thrust back; as is to drive her deeper. Akane pushed two fingers inside Shampoo and circled the hidden entry. The other's juices dribbling down her cheeks, Shampoo felt the itch in her own loins begin to boil over. No amount of control seemed to prevent the build up. Knowing that it wouldn't be long, Shampoo tried to increase the rate of her work on Akane, but couldn't act fast enough. Moaning something in Mandarin, she lost control and embraced the senstions. A flow of warmth started between her legs and suddenly raced out, engulfing her like hot water. She arced her back and thrust out her pelvis, the sensations consuming conscious thought. Twisting around, she tried to maintain it, riding the wave for as long as possible. Akane didn't have time to rejoice as she felt the body under her quiver and shake. The only thought that crossed her mind was, Lifting her liquid-soaked hands from Shampoo's trembling vagina, Akane sat upright. Her now freed hands went to her own aching body. Diving right in, she put the fingers of one hand to work on her bulb; the other hand she pushed into her canal, mimicking Ranma's actions from so long ago. Her hair plastered to her head, sweat covering her body, Akane's fingers pushed through her own fluids as they reached in. After only a few seconds of this, she finished what Shampoo had tried to do. A low moan echoed from her throat as the burning sensation exploded into flame that raced over her limbs. Stroking the fires as long as possible, Akane moaned longingly. Eventually, the sensation ebbed and receded. Shuddering, she leaned over to one side and lowered herself to the futon, beside Shampoo. Both girls lay there for sometime; breathing heavily and letting the feeling exahust themselves. Each was drenched in sweat and too weak to move. Shampoo swept the sweat-soaked lavender locks off her face. Akane tried to run her hand through her hair, only to find that the hand was sticky. After a few gulps of air, she rolled slowly up to a sitting position and looked down at Shampoo. "I won," she stated simply. Shampoo closed her eyes and nodded. Looking down at herself Akane muttered, "I'll need a shower before I go home." Getting to her feet with great effort, Akane headed for the door as Shampoo gingerly sat up. "Akane victor. But at least Shampoo get something important out of defeat." At the door, Akane stopped and turned back with a confused look on her face. "What did you get out of this? Aside from the obvious?" A smug look returning to her face, Shampoo explained, "Know how." Akane became suspicious as Shampoo continued. "Who know what sort Ranma like? When Shampoo Ranma's wife, must be prepared for whichever body Ranma in!" Akane lifted a conveniently placed bucket of water and dumped it on the grinning Shampoo. * * * "Taidaima!" Kasumi looked up from rearranging the entry-way flowers. "Welcome home, Akane-chan." Her perpetual smile dropped as she noted the red lines on the back of Akane's hands. "Something happen, Akane?" Grinning, Akane replied, "I'm OK, oneechan. Just had an angry cat scratch me; but I fixed her." "How about the stomach ache you complained about yesterday?" "Seems to have gone." She looked embarrassed, "I guess it was the lunch I made." "That's nice," Kasumi replied, returning her attention to the vase. "I went shopping today, some stuff I picked up for you is already in your room." "Arigato, oneechan!" Heading up the stairs, Akane paused after a few steps, then turned back to her sister. Hesitantly she asked, "Has Ranma come home yet?" Kasumi said he hadn't and Akane waved off the question, saying that she'd talk with him later. That done, Akane headed up to her room. Inside, she closed the door and looked at the items Kasumi had placed on her bed. Mostly feminine hygiene products. While changing out of her school clothes, she reached for a new pad, it being time for a replacement. She was about to throw the old one away, but something about it caught her eye. It seemed a lot cleaner than normal. Shrugging, she tossed it to the trash can. As the pad left her fingers, a horrible thought suddenly poked into her head. So shocking was the mental barrage, that she had to sit down. Staring wide eyed at the bookshelves, she sat perfectly still for a few moments. Unusual cycles. A stomach ache. Then, slowly, she turned to look directly at her pillows. Where she and Ranma had spent the night. "Masaka..." she whispered. [to be continued...] (don't you just HATE me?) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes: Produced by: Horde O' Hentai Productions, Literature Division. Written by: Darren Demaine (Commander, 3rd Brigade, Lum Guards; First Officer, Jyurai Royal Vessel: Tsunami; Sharpener of the Tekkman Blade) Warped beyond recognition from characters and situations originally created by: Takahashi Rumiko-no-gamisama This is the second in a series of the Ranma .05 Lemon series. There will be one more instalment in Vol. 1 for a total of 3 parts. If any more follow, it will depend on the type of mail I get and whether I can think up of anything new. The idea for this lemon came from reading the first few of the Ranma lemon series written by James Stone (Stone Age Productions). James and I go to the same anime club (BAKA) in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Some other friends of mine saw his work and talked about the fact that we were probably twisted enough to write our own lemons. (No, not everyone in Edmonton are a bunch of perverts, only my circle of friends.) I muttered something about having an idea of my own then promptly forgot about it. A few weeks later, one of these friend showed me his half- finished lemon. I decided not to be outdone in the hentai business, so actually got down and wrote my story. Near the end of part 1, I decided that I would leave it open. Everyone seemed to like it so I began to think up a continuation. There are a large amount of non-sex lines in these because I am trying to write a story (stop laughing please). I like these characters too much to just throw them into mindless sex. Two brain-cell sex, yes; but not mindless. Also explains the large number of bad (at least in my opinion) jokes I include. For those who care or noticed: Shampoo may or may not wear a bra normally; in some episodes she does, in others, she doesn't. I have used some Japanese words in this series. These words are really simple (I don't speak any Japanese other than Watashi wa baka desu) and their meanings can probably be guessed at from the context. If anyone requests, I will run a glossary on my next part. This is actually my first published series, so please leave me some mail at [greywolf@worldgate.edmonton.ab.ca] and tell me what you think. Praises will be read, delighted over, bronzed, and hung on my wall as proof of my greatness. Flames will be read, cried over, and send me into a suicidal depression as they crush my fragile self-worth. People I'd like to thank (and you can blame) for this mess: James Stone: For starting all this mindless chaos. Lee: For posting this for me (It's his address). Rob: For kicking my butt into gear to actually write this. Takahashi Rumiko-no-gamisama: For being more twisted then all of us put together. You: For actually putting up with my work.