Lemon-Only_Up-01.txt
Masamune Washington (hephaestus@mad.scientist.com)
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Disclaimers:
Always wear a helmet.
Check your brain.
Do not use at night.
Read owner's manual.

Hentai-- The Lemon Disclaimer
THIS IS A LEMON RANMA FANFICTION!!
Stop reading now if you don't know what that means.
This story contains sexual behavior appropriate only to sexual situations.
If this offends you, you subscribe to certain sexually restrictive religions, 
you do not believe in sex, you do not believe sex exists, have medical 
conditions that would be aggravated by sexual stimulus, you are under the age 
permissible to view sexual material in your area (your parents should be 
watching your web access closer... I don't care if THAT birthday is next week), 
or you in general have no interest in sex; by no means continue reading. Stop 
immediately and open another file, go find some "Hello Kitty" or "Doraemon" 
fanfiction, or even better yet, go get a real book (I personally recommend 
anything penned by Isaac Asimov).
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Are you still here?
Okay, this is about sex, this is your last chance to stop reading.
There will be heterosexual coitus, something vaguely like homosexual 
intercourse, and several scenes of incest.
For those with horticultural sensitivities there will be appearing a withered 
rose. If neglected plant life offends you join the club.

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Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top)

Nabiki caresses the chest of their guest. "100% woman!"
"A girl?" Soun stumbles backward.

~Later~
Soun is recovering from his fainting spell.
"Genma said he had a son..."
Grabbing Ranma's breast and squeezing, "You call this a 'son'?"
Akane growls, "Stop that, Nabiki! She's our guest, and we should treat her 
fairly."
"Well, I'm disappointed."

~Much later. Days? Weeks? Months? After volume 38?~
Ranma recalls his first encounter with Akane.
"'Want to be friends?' She asks? Geez, where did THAT Akane go?"
"Are you looking for me, Ranma?" Coming around a corner of the dojou.
"Eyah!... Uhm, no actually... Why would I be looking for a tomboy like you?" 
'Dang, did I just do THAT again?'
"Ranma no baka!" She produces a mallet and pummels him from his feet.
*SPLASH*
She struggles up out of the pond. "Why'd you do that you uncute- Yeeaaah!"
A second malleting blasts her from the water and through a window.
Akane gapes at what she has done... "Nabiki's room!" and runs for the house.

Ranma hangs, imbedded in the wall. Rousing to and seeing Nabiki wide-eyed at her 
desk.
Her pain forgotten and curiosity piqued, "N-Nabiki, what are you looking at?"
She snaps closed a binder, "N-nothing, R-Ranma," blushing.
Extricating herself from the wall, approaching with intent to acquire the 
binder's contents.
"Ranma?" Akane bursts in.
They all freeze, each fearing one other.
The binder was unsteady and topples off the desk... landing open - much to 
Ranma's shock.
"Th-that's me!"
Speaking softly to Nabiki, "I think we should tell him, Nabiki."
"You're right, it's about time," gathering the binder and flipping through pages 
of pictures of Ranma-chan and kun in various states of undress (far more naked 
than in the pictures she sells).
Leaning over the desk she draws the blinds. "Ranma, me and Akane have gotten 
along real well the last few years."
Akane nods.
Silence quickly becoming unbearable Ranma speaks, "So?"
Slinking up to her and drawing a finger along her chin, "Ranma-chan, we decided 
to share you. Me and Akane share everything." Stepping back to pull off her 
shirt.
The youngest Tendou responds by going into the closet and closing herself in.
Ranma looks away from the closed door to see Nabiki pulling her slacks off now, 
revealing the matching piece to the studded leather brassiere.
A short time of shuffling in the confines of the closet and Akane comes out 
wearing straps of leather that conceal as little as possible while webbing all 
over her taut young body.
"Akane, your choice, do we induct Ranma as a girl or boy?"
"Oh, as a boy for the first time, then we'll experiment."
Ranma is currently trying to stuff her eyes back in her head and is otherwise 
too transfixed to dodge the cup of tea.
The force of Akane hitting him empties his lungs. She drives him down onto 
Nabiki's bed. "Well now, slave, are you going to obey?" Tapping the butt of a 
whip against his chest.
"Better get the wet clothes off," Nabiki slides between them and undoes his 
buttons with her teeth.
"A-A-Akane..."
"Say it with sincerity, moan it!" popping the whip in the air.
The two girls finish removing his shirt, then the mercenary-girl begins pulling 
up his singlet. That off; she licks his bare chest.
Akane works at untying his pants.
"What are you doing?"
Nabiki digs her nails in, "Quiet."
"A slave does not ask questions," she sticks the whip down the side of his 
shorts, and uses both hands to jerk his pants down, while Nabiki's fingers stray 
along the edge of his waistband.
"Look, Nabiki, he likes us," grinning widely.
"It's only been us two, now that we have a guy how do you want to begin?"
Akane straddles him, sitting on his knees. "We do what he likes," licking her 
lips.
Smirking, "Yeah, being a guy he'll give very clear signs when we do it right."
"Help," Ranma murmurs.
"Quiet, slave." Akane snaps her whip lightly, it cracks harmlessly into the 
room.
"So... who gets to go first?"
Leaning forward to put her hands on his hips, then looking sideways at Nabiki, 
"You first, I want to watch."
"Eh?" Staring at his shorts, "That's gratitude for you. I should fine him for 
this insult."
Leveling an evil look at him, adjusting her grip on the whip, "Ran-ma... you're 
going to behave, aren't you? C'mon, get it back up." Grabbing him.
"Ah... Ah-ah-ah..."
Sighing at him, "I think he's blown what little mind he had."
"That's too mean, Nabiki," backing off, "Okay, let's get it on!" Gripping him 
and stroking until his rigor is restored.

Akane sits on the floor, putting her sister and fiancé at eye level.
One hand on his penis she positions him at her cunt, then trusts down onto him, 
moaning in ecstasy. Ranma gurgles and jerks once, his mind utterly overloaded.
She rests her arms on the bed to watch closely as Nabiki slowly grinds her way 
to fulfillment.

Nabiki is trembling. Not because of what she just did with Ranma, not because of 
the tipped flower vase, but because of what it caused.
Left on the desk with a withering bloom in it, a single flower vase. She sat 
opposite Akane, and leaned back against the desk, toppling the vase.
"Nabiki, are you all right?"
"I... I don't know... but... I have a... wow!"
Awestruck, "You got cursed by... by... with him?" Looking at Ranma.
"I'm a guy! What am I going to do?"
Laying back, spreading her legs wide, "I was thinking Ranma should be my first, 
but since you're here..."
"Y-you want me to..." Looking between his own legs, "Ah!"

Moaning, then... "H-hey! Can't you keep it up?" Fiercely accusing.
Nabiki stares up at her. "It's gone!" rubbing her crotch.
"Ranma," looking hungrily to her catatonic fiancé.
"Bathroom, now," Nabiki grabs her clothes, and kicks Ranma's up onto the bed.

Groggily Ranma sits on a stool, naked.
The two girls douse him with water alternately.
"He seems to be cured."
Nabiki splashes herself, then lets Akane soak her.
Water trickling down the floor drain, they stare at each other.
Breaking away, spattering across the wet floor, over to the faucets to fill her 
bucket with cold water. Feet smacking the moist tiles back to Akane. "Akane-
kun?" Dumping it over her.
"Kyaaaa!"

Holding conference in a tub of hot water. Ranma burbling on his stool by the 
faucets.
"Ranma gave it to me, then I gave it to you. How do we give it back to Ranma?"
Akane lurches from the water.
Kicking the stool away lets the boy crash onto his back.
She aggressively works him and... well, you know.

Akane-kun puzzles over the shaft he clutches between his legs, "I still have 
it."
"Don't panic yet, try giving it back to me," Nabiki smiles, laying down on the 
floor, spreading her snatch wide with her fingers.

Akane-kun sighs into the bucket.
"Change back and we'll think about this some."

A crookedly dressed Ranma slumbers on Akane's bed.
"What was the same each time the curse moved?"
Akane blinks, "What?"
"A curse should always work the same way, so if it does something twice it will 
do it again the same way."
"What if each person can only have it once?"
"Then Ranma would be cured."
"Maybe I should keep the curse."
Nabiki smiles, "I'm sure Ranma would be happy to be rid of it, until he finds 
you have it... then he'd willingly commit seppuku. Besides, I expect to get a 
brother my marriage, not by curse."
"The 'boy-side' screwing gives it!"
"Not now, Akane," blushing, "but maybe..."
"No, the one who is a boy."
"Uh, no-go, we tried that, you still have it. If it was that way how would you 
give it back to Ranma?"
A knock, "Akane?"
"Hai, Kasumi."
She opens the door, pausing, knowing something is wrong. "Is Ranma okay?"
"Him, he's fine. Have you ever wondered what you'd look like as a man, Kasumi?"
"Nabiki," Akane is aghast.
"Oh my."
"Would you want to know?"
Kasumi backs away from Nabiki's strange expression.
"No, Nabiki, we don't know how it works yet!"
"What's going on?" Kasumi backsteps out the door.
"We found a way to move the curses."
Brightening, "That's good, has it been removed? Can you cure the others as 
well?"
"It's not exactly a cure."
"Nabiki, we shouldn't tell her what's up."
"UP!" Nabiki yells, "It moves up! Who was on top each time?"
Blinking loudly in surprise, "It does!"
"See, Kasumi, the curses are sexually transferable. Akane turns into a guy."
Kasumi comes in and sits on the bed beside Ranma. "I thought that is what you 
were doing," she states calmly.
Facefaults...
"Really, what if father found out?"
The younger two are speechless.
"So, how do I get it?"
"W-well, since I have it, we have to do it with you on top."
Nabiki has locked the door and Akane splashes herself with a convenient glass of 
water.

The sunlight bothers Ranma awake. Bleary eyes working until he sees the Tendou 
girls with a strange man.
This man is nude, and admiring himself in a full-length mirror.
"What's going on... Mousse?"
"Oh my," he comes over and looks down at Ranma. "I guess I should give this back 
to you."
Nabiki hands him a kettle.
*Splash*
"Kasumi!!"
She lays next to him, and he leaps up, pressing against the wall. "Akane... 
Nabiki... This isn't what it looks like!"
"It IS what it looks like, baka, and we'll stay out of the way. We just want to 
watch," smiling pervertedly.
"K-K-Kasumi?"
"You'll have to be on top, Ranma-kun."
Nabiki rubs her chin, "That is if he can get it up again."
He presses tighter to the wall. A glorious naked and wet Kasumi crawling over 
the bed to him.
Turning his head aside.
"Don't refuse me, Ranma-kun," finding his lips, reaching with her hands. 
Relaxing against her, she then draws him down.
"Now, Ranma-kun, put your hand..." guiding him. "Oh..."

"They've been doing this for a while."
Akane nods, stifling a yawn, "Sorta boring in a way, with no whips."
Whispering, "But you never really USE the whip. Just popping it harmlessly in 
the air."
Temper reddening her face, "Then next time I'll shove it up your-" whispering 
into her ear.
Flushing with excitement, "I'll hold you to that promise."
Jaw hanging.
Nabiki smiles, "Meanwhile, I was thinking, with the way this works, Ranma 
doesn't get any 'guy' while he is a girl."
"We could use the... thing."
"The dildo just wouldn't be right. I ordered a strap-on. This would be a great 
opportunity to try it. Hmm, it should be here soon. If not, in three days, I'll 
blackmail them."
"Ahh!" Kasumi moans.
"About time," Nabiki smirks, "Didn't think Kasumi would have been THAT much into 
foreplay."
"I'm a little surprised she's this willing," grinning about who exactly gave the 
curse to Kasumi.
"Let's check her bedroom for a vibrator," they sneak down the hall into the 
eldest girl's room.

Ranma lowers himself gently onto her.
"Oh, Ranma-kun,"
Their sweaty bodies sticking together, "I feel so tired."
"How many times did they make you do this?" Sounding like the familiar motherly 
Kasumi.
"I-I'm not sure."
"Well, no more for today. They can't go about abusing you like this. I... I'm 
sorry I've done this, but... the curse..." stuttering.
"I saw you... I have the curse back?"
She nods uncertainly.
"Good." He looks at her then suddenly pulls away, their sticky skin peeling 
apart. "Kasumi..." stammers on incoherently.
"Don't worry. You're very good. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow?"
Clutching his head (not THAT head the other one) "What have I done?"
"Calm down, Ranma-kun."
The other two return, giggling to themselves.
"Erk!" Ranma covers himself (now he grabs that head).
"Ah, looks like he's returned to his senses," Nabiki points at him with a pink 
vibrator.
Finally becoming too much to bare he passes out again.

A curious Nodoka had come into a silent house.
She saw Akane and Nabiki in the hall slipping into Akane's room, and found 
herself stealthily creeping along. Peeking around the edge of the unclosed door.
Kasumi, still nude (and showing signs of her latest activity), is blocking her 
sisters from Ranma passed out on the floor, his pole rigidly saluting the 
sisters.
"No. He's had more than enough today. This was his first wasn't it?"
"Aw, Kasumi," Nabiki pleads.
"Just a couple more rounds," Akane is rubbing her dripping crotch.

The Saotome woman slinks back down the hall, "Oh, my son is so manly... and well 
hung."

"You know, Nabiki, I have the perfect idea for revenge. We could have Ranma give 
Shampoo his curse."
"I'm not sure that would work, Akane. She already has a curse."
"Oh... what might happen?"
"Hmm, they might switch, she could get the curse, the curses could mix, or 
nothing."
"How could we check?"
Nabiki thinks about it, "Well, we do have another cursed boy on hand. I guess 
someone has to tell you about P-chan."
"I've known about Ryouga."
Facefault, "You knew?"
"Sure. Ryouga knows about what he'll never get, and keeping Ranma jealous keeps 
them both interested. If Ranma doesn't have competition for me he might actually 
give up."
Grinning evilly, "I think now all you have to do is raise your skirt and he's 
your servant."
"Hmm, then Ryouga would be useless to me. Heh heh, has Kasumi decided what's for 
dinner?"

Kasumi sips tea alone in the main room when something dawns on her.
"Ranma fell into the cursed spring that makes him turn into a girl, but when the 
curse moved why did we become boys? Oh my."
Her sisters come down the stairs moments later, "Oh hey, Kasumi, what is this?" 
grinning evilly with the device in her hand.
Hoping that they would have forgotten so she could go and retrieve it later, 
"Why that's Mr. Pinky, you shouldn't be touching my things, Nabiki."
Both of them shocked at her admission.
Recovering, "Something else is bothering me," Akane muses.
"What now? Maybe because you haven't screwed Ranma-chan with a dildo yet?"
"No. Look at this, we become boys but the curse is a girl."
Nabiki rubs her chin.
"That must mean the curse is smart," Kasumi suggests, her opinion on the matter 
made.
"How about we cure him by getting him together with Kodachi then make sure she 
doesn't return it," Nabiki suggests.
Akane claps her hands once, "Oo, I like it, she'll probably go so nuts that 
they'll HAVE to lock her up!"
Kasumi's wisdom is thus, "I can make sure it happens."

To not be continued.
-end file

~ Omake ~ One Kunou's Fate

She rams her shoulder at the door, "Release me at once foul sorcerer and return 
to me what is mine!"
The two beyond the glass watch in annoyance as the girl continues.
Screeching, "I swear on the honor of the Kunou clan I will extract revenge for 
what you have cast upon me. You are no sibling of mine, I'll destroy you and 
send you back to the depths of hell to save my clan." Beating her head on the 
door.
"What now, Kunou-san."
Kodachi glares at the girl in the white jacket frantically struggling against 
her bonds. "That is not a sister of mine, nor, obviously, is it my brother. You 
may keep her until she chooses to tell the truth or rot away. I care not which."
They turn and walk away. "We'll find your brother, Kunou-san, he's out there 
somewhere."
Pressing her face to the shatter resistant glass, "Free me at once, Kodachi! 
Come back here! I am Kunou Tatewaki, your brother... please... come back." 
Sliding to the floor, curling to the fetal position, and crying out impossible 
frustrations. "He stole the pigtailed goddess, stole Tendou Akane, took from me 
my own sister, and now has taken away my manhood. The sorcerer. Saotome! You 
will never break my will, Saotome, you will never take a samurai's soul!" crying 
out to a deaf audience.

Nabiki lays a photo in front of Ranma, who is desperately trying to do math 
homework (under Hinako's impending threat). "What is this?"
She tosses a red mandarin shirt and black slacks onto his futon, a red pigtail 
is suspiciously sticking out of her pocket, "We took care of Kunou for you. You 
won't be seeing the bokutou-less boy any more."
"Then who is this girl?"
"That is who is in a sanitarium claiming to be the head of the Kunou clan."
"How?"
Waving that aside, "Don't bother with it, what is done is done. No charge. Now 
onto other activities."
Ranma looks behind Nabiki. Kasumi locks the door.
All three sisters shed their clothes as Ranma's braid reaches for the ceiling.
Nabiki puts his hand on her breast, "We were thinking; a little orgy before 
dinner?" ^_^

-really, the end of the file