One-Hundred Percent Male

Written By: Son Pan

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    WARNING: Viewers discretion highly advised. This is an adult story, and as the anime world knows it is called a 'Lemon Fic'. This is not a story for kids, it has no real point other than the sexual scenes, and perhaps a bit of dark comedy at the end. Please take viewers discretion. If you're not allowed to read this sort of story, don't. If you're under 18, you're probably not allowed to read it anyway. However since I'm not 18, I can't really talk. Anyway, just be forewarned. Thanks again.
    It’d been at least a week since Ranma had walked in on Akane and Ryouga. He was feeling somewhat better. The morning after the incident, he’d only mentioned off-handily that he’d heard some unusual sounds coming from Akane’s room during the night. Both she and Ryouga paled and got real fidgety.
    He hadn’t gotten to kill Ryouga like he planned, but that was only because he partially understood why Akane might have turned to him. He had a similar fault himself. Yet, for some reason he didn’t think it was the same.

    Ranma looked at the trees as the wind blew through the leaves, and tasseled his hair. He was sitting on the roof of the Dojo, lost in thought over what he’d seen Akane and Ryouga doing. He sighed. Unable to face Ryouga and Akane after the incident, he avoided them as best he could.. Now, looking down the bright sun lit street, he could see Akane, Ryouga, Soun, Genma, and Kasumi, merely ants now, walking to town for a day of shopping and fun.
    Ranma had turned the offer down. He claimed to be sick. It was the first time the entire family would be out since that night, and since that night, Ranma’d restless. He was jealous at the freedom Akane had. She’d merely invited Ryouga into her room, and the two could get at it, only halted by sounds not people. Ranma shared a room with his father, and even though the giant panda could sleep through anything, he also had the ability to awake at exactly the wrong time.
    As the Tendou’s and Ranma’s dad turned a corner and vanished from sight, Ranma stood. He hopped off the roof and entered the house, via the back door. He turned and headed for the stairway, bounding up the first few steps. He was halted by a knock on the front door.
    Turning, he grinned and walked to the door. He opened it an looked at who was there. "Oh, hi, Ucchan." He said, sheepishly.
    Ukyou smiled a little. Ranma partially noticed she wasn’t dressed in her okonomiyaki sellers outfit. She was wearing a soft lavender dress and holding a small purse.
    "Hi, Ranma." she said, not using her pet-name for him. He blinked, more surprised at that then her choice of clothes. Ranma waited, and then Ukyou spoke again. "Anoo…today there is a fair in downtown Nermia…I noticed your family going and I thought I’d come by to see if you wanted to go…or if you wanted to have some company while they were out…" Ukyou asked, her cheeks flushing slightly.
    Ranma grinned. He did want company, but not Ukyou’s. He thought a moment and replied almost truthfully: "Thanks for the offer Ucchan, but I wasn’t feeling too well, and I think I’m just gonna go upstairs and sleep around all day."
    Ukyou sighed sadly, expecting as much. Ranma turned and started up the stairs. "Ja, Ucchan!"
    "Mata ne, Ran-chan." she answered, shutting the door behind her, slightly depressed.
    Ranma again bounded up the stairs, just as he told Ukyou he would, but he didn’t go to his room, and he didn’t go to Ryouga’s guest room, or even to Akane’s bedroom, where the sheets on her bed were still most likely soiled.
    That very thought made him quicker his pace and he arrived at the last door, shrouded in darkness. He opened the door and entered he door. The lights were off, and the curtains drawn. All but a little light filtered in from the outside world. The air was thick with incense and soft music, like craving waves, played. Ranma’s eyes scanned the darkness for a familiar person.
    The door shut behind him, and he turned startled. Nabiki leapt from the shadows and glomped on to him. "Gotcha, Ranma-kun!" she breathed, releasing him.
    Ranma had to smile. Nabiki always had her way with him. Shortly his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could clearly see Nabiki. She was wearing tight jean shorts, that exposed her long slender legs, and a short sleeved blouse that hugged her curves. She looked at him, and watched him observe her.
    "Take a picture, it’ll last longer." She off-handily said. Ranma quickly diverted his eyes. Nabiki turned and lifted a match. She struck it, and slowly began to light a few candles. "It’s about time daddy and Kasumi-oneechan took the family out, ne Ranma-kun?" Nabiki asked, as she lit the last candle and blew the match out. She looked at Ranma. He was watching lighted the candles and he didn’t see her approach him. He nodded his head in agreement, but was cut off from answering ‘hai’, as Nabiki pressed her lips to his. Ranma stiffened but soon he relaxed into her, and kissed her back, wrapping his string muscular arms around her.
    She pulled back a few seconds later, and began to unbutton her blouse. Shortly she was standing in her bra and shorts, her full breasts sitting in a silky maroon bra. Ranma eyes the full voluptuous breasts on Nabiki, feeling his manhood stirring, and she smiled crookedly back at him. Taking his hand, she lead him to her soft bed, and pushed him back onto it.
    She sat on his lap and kissed his head of dark hair. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, his fingers at her waist, smoothly unbuttoning her shorts. After a bit, Nabiki rose, and kicked them off. She looked at Ranma, and her noted her maroon panties, silken to match her maroon bra, they were cut high, giving him a close look at what lay beneath the thin material. He reached out and touched her legs, rubbing them softly. She almost chuckled.
    "Mmm, Ranma-kun, much improved." She said. Ranma flushed brightly. She fingered the buttons to his shirt, and he eagerly helped her. Offhandedly she asked: "Who was at the door?"
    Ranma blinked and shrugged out of his silk red shirt. "Ukyou." He said. Nabiki nodded and stood up.
    "Glad it wasn’t anyone important." She mused.
    Ranma frowned a bit. "You know how much I care for Ukyou." He said. Nabiki nodded.
    "Which is why your having an affair with me, right?" she answered, not coldly, just matter-of-factly. Ranma hung his head a tad at that.
    "Nabiki-chan…," he protested. "you know I love Ucchan-"
    "Do you?" she questioned. He looked at her, annoyed at being cut off.
    "-as a friend." He finished. "But I love you more." Nabiki raised an eyebrow, and toyed the idea.
    "More than Akane?" she asked, crawling around Ranma, kneeling behind him. He hesitated, and she touched his bare shoulder. Ranma reveled in her touch, but was shocked at her words. He remembered seeing Akane with Ryouga, the pain he’d felt at that, but he had been with Nabiki so much. She knew how he felt, what he needed and wanted. She understood his dreams and desires. Nabiki listened to him, Akane would just silence him with her mallet.
    Yet he still had feelings for Akane. Deep inside he believed he loved her…but what sort of love could he have if they were always fighting? He sighed and Nabiki began massaging his neck and shoulders.
    "I…don’t know." he managed. Nabiki only paused in response, and then rubbed his neck more.
    "I suppose that’s an answer enough." She muttered. She kissed the nape of his neck and then her fingers traced it. She looked at his long braided pig-tail, and giggled. Ranma, too lost in thought, didn’t hear her. Nabiki undid the tie at the bottom and swiftly unbraided his hair. She brushed the thick dark hair with her fingers and his hair spilled down his back.
    She smiled, never having seen him with his hair down. She hugged him from behind and whispered to his ear. "If you still love Akane, why cheating on her with her sister?"
    Ranma bit his lip, as the words stung deeper. She always had a way with words, she continued. "I’ll admit, the first time you could blame on the ‘switching fiancee’ deal. I mean, sure you had to turn to someone, and I was that someone. After that, though, after you and Akane made up, shouldn’t it have past?" she questioned.
    Ranma turned to face her. "You know how much I needed you then, and how much I need you now. Perhaps you think its an accident we ended up like this, I think it was fate." He answered.
    Nabiki laughed. "Fate that you have three fiancees, and your screwing around with one of their sisters?" her lips curled up. "I suppose I should be honored."
    Ranma looked long at Nabiki. He started to speak but Nabiki spoke first. "I’m tired of sneaking around like his, Ranma-kun. We’ve been together for weeks now. Don’t tell me this isn’t tearing you up inside. I can’t tell it is. Besides, she’s already replaced you…"
    Her words stung, but they were true. God were they ever. He began to speak again, but she beat him to it again. "I don’t want to just become another fiancee. Officially switch the engagement to me. No more hiding." She stated.
    Ranma nodded. Not agreeing, not disagreeing. Nabiki played with his hair.
    "Ranma," she said. "I’m not doing this for money. I’m not doing it for you either. This is for me, and my desires. I love you Ranma. I have for a while now. I just need to know you truly love me back." She finished.
    Ranma considered her words. If she became his fiancee, she’d be putting her life into danger. More so than Akane. His other two fiancees would undoubtedly try to kill her, knowing he loved her. They might even succeed. He looked at Nabiki. He could never forsake their love because of that though.
    "I do love you, Nabiki." He answered.
    Nabiki genuinely smiled. "Good. Then enough talk. I’m horny as hell." She breathed. Ranma faced her, and she drew closer. Their lips met and they kissed.
    Nabiki pulled Ranma on top of her, pressing his hot body to her. They broke apart for air and then they kissed again, tongues mingling. Ranma’s hard groin rubbed against Nabiki’s silky underwear, arousing both their sexes. Nabiki swiftly removed his pants with practiced ease. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her.
    She smiled at him, and then her hand took hold of his firm erection through the boxers and began massaging it. Ranma’s eyes fluttered, and he moaned happily. He bowed his head, and his hair spilled about his shoulders and pillow. Nabiki rubbed his length of his hardness, enjoying his pleasure. Ranma then sat up and wrapped his arms around Nabiki. He unfastened her bra, and flung it aside. Her large erect breasts bounced, free from the restraining bra. He took one into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue and teeth. Nabiki giggled and her hand released his groin. She slid her fingers to his boxers, and slowly worked them off his muscular frame. Ranma helped, kicking them off, near her discarded bra.
    Ranma released Nabiki’s breast and pulled her on top of him. Now entirely nude, his body rippled, his hips rocking. His erection pressed against Nabiki’s not-so-strong panties. He could feel her wetness through the cloth and he was excited by it. He rocked harder.
    Now, even calm-tempered Nabiki was breathing fast. She rubbed her inner thighs, not yet ready to remove her panties. Her hips pumped in sync to Ranma’s and she moaned each time his hardness pressed against her panty covered opening.
    Finally unable to withstand any longer, Ranma’s hand came down to Nabiki’s panties. His fingers touched the front of her silky soft cloth panties. The material was already soaked with Nabiki’s wetness. His fingers probed inside her, restricted by her only remaining clothes. Nabiki muttered in enjoyment, her hands touching Ranma’s hands, and feeling her thighs. Frustrated by the cloth, Ranma’s fingers grasped the thin string at the waist band, and with not much thought, he ripped the wet-panties off. The rhythm unbroken, Nabiki muttered and buried her face in his hot neck.
    "Those…were my…favorite….ugn…pair too." She raggedly breathed.
    Ranma easily silenced her by rubbing his finger across her clitoris. She cried softly in enjoyment. Her hips bucket, beckoning him in. He took hold of her wait with his other hand, and slowly parted her ‘lips’ with his fingers. She shivered in anticipation. Slowly his slipped his finger into her hot throbbing opening. She moaned and muttered inaudibly. Ranma withdrew his finger and then plunged back in, adding a second finger into her tight wetness. She shuttered, and she repeated the process, thrusting deep, and slow.
    Nabiki took to this new form of love-making. Ranma was doing her slow and hard. They’d always played it fast, and often quick, to keep from being caught. Often, that was when he’d been paying her. Now, they made love from feelings, and not money. Since they’d both admitted their love today, he gave it to her good.
    Another thrust, deeper inside, and she clutched the bed sheets. Ranma smiled and kissed her belly button, and thrust again, adding a wriggle to his fingers. Nabiki’s legs spread open wider, inviting him into her more. He only thrust deeper, harder. Her breath escaped her.
    "Ooh, Ranma…you…have been practicing!" she exclaimed in bow of ecstasy. She reached for his erection, but as she did, he slid down, his fingers with drawing. She muttered displeased, when Ranma unexpectedly placed his head at her still softly rocking opening. His tongue lashed out, and danced along her wet clitoris.
    She immediately bucked her hips up, having wanted Ranma to do this very form of love making since the start. With Nabiki’s much unexpected thrust, Ranma’s tongue entered her, and her proceeded to slowly thrust. He sucked softly at her nectar, and nipped at her opening with his teeth. Nabiki’s legs opened more, and his tongue slid deeper. Her hips broke the rhythm, sick of the slow hard love making. She’d never reach a climax that slow.
    Her hips thrust double-time, and Ranma quickly adapted the new sync. Nabiki’s face tensed and she clutched the bed. Her tension built, and her climaxed neared. Her hips pulsed faster, while Ranma’s tongue filled her. She tossed her head back, and finally climaxed. Her voice came out in a hot cry, and her juices flowed freely. Ranma withdrew his tongue, lapping at her wetness a little.
    Nabiki breathed and said. "Enough…teasing…Saotome…" she cried, as his fingers circle her opening again. "Get in." she demanded with a desperate harshness. With that, she pulled him up, and kissed him, his erection finally touching her hot juice wet opening. He didn’t thrust, so she kicked her hips up, forcing him inside her. She wrapped her legs round him, and continued the rhythm. Soon Ranma fell into it again. Nabiki’s hands went to his back and down his firm rear. She reached back to where their sexes met, and fondled both her own soaked clitoris and his hardness, prompting him to climax.
    She’d only gotten a climax from him once, and he’d quickly made up for it by giving her six orgasms in a row afterwards. She’d reveled when his hard body had shuttered in the orgasm. When he’d cried out, full of her pleasure, and the happiness she could bring him. That was when she truly knew she loved him. When his defenses were down, and she could touch the real man behind all the martial arts. She’s never gotten him to climax again. He was too guarded and too proud to come again.
    But, Tonight she would make him climax. They bucked up, and Nabiki withdrew, her hand clamping his pulsing wetness. Ranma hardly noticed. She continued the rhythm, pumping and stroking, but she massaged and fondled him now as well. He took notice when she slid down and took his hardness into her mouth. She sucked him, and softly bit them. Overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure, he cried out, not yet climaxing. Then, feeling his orgasm building, his dug his fingers into Nabiki’s own gapping dripping hot vagina. She gasped, erection still in mouth, and shuttered violently, climaxing immediately. Her juices flowed over his hands, wetting the bed and both their hot bodies.
    Ranma clenched his teeth as Nabiki quickly returned to her job at hand…er, mouth. She took her hand, and rubbed along his legs, and hard stomach. Ranma tossed his heads, his long hair meshing up around him, urging the climax away. Nabiki continued harder, and coaxed him more. Her pulled her up, trying to get her off of him, but she didn’t let down. Somewhat angered, but unable to represent the feeling in his state of ecstasy, Ranma touched Nabiki. His hands were hot, and wet, and callused. He felt her body, along her erect breasts, and thin smooth waist. Then he found her sex, covered with soft dark hair, and his fingers dove in. He met her rhythm, and this almost seemed to renew his climax. Nabiki’s rear went up, pushing him deeper into her. She refused to climax again before he did, but could tell the tension was already building up.
    Nabiki added her hands to his pulsing hot groin, and she knew he couldn’t take much longer. She couldn’t believe he possibly kept this long. Ranma plunged a third finger into her, and she cried, her voice ragged and hard. Ranma kept the rhythm, but his third fingers in her hot tightness was too much and after two more long deep plunges she screamed , her hands clawing into Ranma’s side, and climaxed again, harder than before. Ranma’s hand plunged twice more and Nabiki climaxed with each one, her voice rising shriller with each orgasm. Finally, Ranma, his body drenched with Nabiki’s hot nectar, feeling her lips and hands at his hard-hard hot penis, and hearing her cry out again and again reaching a sexual peek, his body wrenched, and he exploded into a long, hard, almost painful orgasm, one he’d held back for weeks. Nabiki’s mouth quickly came off his erection, and she impaled her eager drenched-hot pulsing vagina opening onto Ranma’s seed spilling erection. Nabiki relentlessly pumped her hips excitedly, harder then ever before, as he filled her. Ranma cried out, finally accepting the pleasure she gave him, his deep voice filling the room and the house. Then, as the orgasm died away, and they’re frantic hip throbbing died into a gentle rocking, Nabiki lifted her head from where she’d billowed it into Ranma’s shoulder.
    Her usually cool dark brown eyes sparkled with life as she looked at Ranma. He wrapped his arms about her, and she kissed his nose. She smiled and then said:
    "You may be half girl, but you are definitely one-hundred percent male."

    Fineč