Lemon-Only_Up-02.txt
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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 
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permissible to view sexual material in your area, or you in general have no 
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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 weird sex involving water based curses.

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Not to be continued? Ha! I couldn't help myself...

Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top) part II - Dirty 
Talking Nodoka

Saotome Nodoka goes to her door to greet her visitor.
"Ranma, you should visit more often," gesturing him in.
He sits and carefully pulls off his shoes, then walks past her. His eyes 
somewhat glassy and noticeable lack of the usual hauteur he throws around.
"Are you okay?" She touches his shoulder.
He looks at her with a bewildered expression.
"I'll get some tea, you go and relax, dear."

She pours him a cup of strong (unusually strong and peculiar) herbal tea. "Now, 
tell your mother what is bothering you."
"Mom... I don't think I can go back to the Tendou's."
She notes that under his glassy eyes are dark rings. "Oh, why is that? Have they 
been treating you poorly?"
A twitch, "Th-they've been treating me..."
"Come now, it can't be that bad. They're healthy young girls and it is to be 
expected."
He shivers, "But they're... healthy?"
Nodding, "Oh yes, very, I'm sure of it. Some girls are like that you know." 
Winking.
"Really?" Getting very worried. "But you don't really know... I haven't told you 
that..." Sighing deeply, "Mom, me and Akane... and Nabiki... and Kasumi..." He 
fails again.
"Yes, you doing something with all three of them?" gently prodding him on.
"That's it..." Looking away, "We're doing it."
Smirking at the partial confession, "Oh, which one is it then?"
Sweating, "Well, you see..."
Shaping up a stern look, "It had better be all three or I will be very 
disappointed in you, son."
Passing out and falling to the side.
Her lips curling in amusement, "Let me guess..."

Several minutes later he wakes up, looking directly up into his mother's eyes.
"About time, I was beginning to worry. You were about to tell me that they kept 
visiting you all night, weren't you?"
Struggling to get away, realizing that he somehow ended up with his head in her 
lap (Nodoka moved him to be more comfortable ^_^).
"Now now, calm down. I completely approve. You are truly my son... as for your 
father, but the issue at hand first. I wouldn't expect you to survive all three 
of them constantly, you need to build up your stamina. Oh, eventually you need 
to decide which one take as wife, but by then you should be up to ten mistresses 
a night."
He snaps from her clutches and stands by the doorway, gasping in fear.
She slides the family katana away as a gesture of safety, it bumps into a 
corner. "I know your father could not have properly trained you for this. He 
makes up for sexual knowledge in other ways." Licking her lips, "But today you 
get your first proper lesson in sexual education."
(Author's note: only recently have boys been getting SexEd in Japan (not THIS 
kind, the normal kind), before only the girls were given a class on this subject 
(and noticeably different in some ways from what is taught here in the USA, but 
still not like THIS).)
"Mom!" Afraid to stay but as much in fear of what awaits him elsewhere.
"For centuries it has been the job of the parents to teach a child all they need 
to know. I see that your education is incomplete, come here now and we will 
begin."
Reluctantly he sits across the table from her.
"Lesson One - pick up lines... never mind; you don't had a problem with that, 
we'll do that one later. Erogenous zones. If you can touch a few basic points a 
lady will melt into your arms, a few more and she can be in your control; you 
could even deny her and she'd accept it for that moment, but later she would be 
vengeful."
He swallows hard.
Holding her hand out to him, "Take my hand, gently. A casual touch, rub a finger 
along the lower half of my wrist. If a girl didn't take a second look, she's 
looking now." Taking his hand and putting it on her cheek, drawing his shaking 
fingers down her jaw. "A tender touch anywhere will spark a fire. If you put a 
hand behind a lady's neck and cause her no discomfort she will be that much 
easier. It will take some practice. Come to my side of the table."
He crawls around and sits facing her.
"Hold me."
He draws back.
Sternly, "If you can't shape up I'll send you back right now."
Quickly glomming her in fear of the reprisal.
"A little too firm, son."
He relaxes.
"Some girls are shy, so you need to work slowly, put your hand in the middle of 
my back. When you feel the tension leave it is good," relaxing her muscles when 
he places his hand right.
"Don't place your hands on a girl's hips unless you know you have her, put your 
hands on her waist in a light grip, like when dancing."
He lowers his hands to her waist.
She notes the glazed look making his face seem blank.
"Let's advance to a lesson in the erogenous anatomy," Pulling open her kimono, 
"Breast, nipple, areola."
Ranma passes out pitching forward.
Smirking, "Okay, we'll work on your patience. I'll get you trained properly even 
if it means locking you in a cathouse... Oh, I do mean brothel, I do have to 
punish Genma thoroughly for THAT stunt."
Face pressed into her bosom he seems to be stirring, suddenly pushing her over, 
firmly holding her down. Blinking in surprise. His expression is hungry.
Nodding at him in victory, "You have awakened, haven't you?"
"I've never felt this way before. I want to do it, but I know it's wrong."
Smiling gently up at him, "It is perfectly natural, my side of the family is 
blessed with an abundance of libido, I knew you would have it as well."
He pulls her kimono open wider, revealing her shoulders and navel. A lusty gaze 
in his eyes.
Closing her eyes and grabbing his arms, "You may do want we want."
"...we want?" he murmurs.
Reaching up to drag him into a kiss. When released she pushes his head to her 
breasts.
Only a moment of thought delays his tongue.

His tongue and lips caressed her body, she corrected and advised him with her 
hands, no words were needed.
Huskily into his ear, "You fucked their pussies, didn't you, Ranma? There is 
more. You can put your dick up their assholes."
He idly massages a breast, nuzzling her chin.
"She can take you in her mouth and suck you off. Or... you like them, don't you, 
son. You suckled at them when you were young, you suckled them today. Now you're 
going to fuck them. You're going to fuck your mother's breasts, can you do 
that?"
Pushing up he straddles her. She presses her tits together, his saliva still 
slick upon them.
Shoving into her cleavage.
"Cum on mommy's face, you can do it."

She cleans up with a towel, "How do you feel, Ranma?"
"Great... I mean, I can do it again."
Smiling tenderly at him, "You should be able to out do those three girls now, 
all night long. You're more you mother's son than your father's."
He's toweling off, staring thoughtfully out the window.
"Come, you need a bath."

Water burbling into the tub, and Nodoka scrubs his back.
After a few minutes he grabs her hand, "Mom, it's your turn," taking the soapy 
cloth.
She turns around as he does, "I have such a respectful son."
After scrubbing her carefully he begins reaching around, washing her breasts, 
and down to her pubes. Pulling her close, she leans into him as he continues rub 
her excited snatch, rubbing his nose in her hair.
"Hmm, I know what you want, Ranma. Tell me you want it."
Licking her ear, "I want to fuck you."
"Some manners."
"Please, may I fuck you, mother?"
"Anxious aren't you," rotating about and laying back on the tiled floor. Putting 
fists over her mouth, "I'm a shy little girl, Ranma, you'll have to show me 
how."
"Huh?"
Scowling, "Another lesson - role play. Games can make it interesting... I'm a 
virgin, shy and inexperienced, you'll have to show me exactly what you want."
Chuckling when he finally understands. "Lay down and spread your legs."
She resists.
"I said spread 'em, girl," grabbing her ankles and slowly stretching them aside, 
staring at the prize.
"Oh, I'm so wet, this is embarrassing," covering her eyes.
"Heh," he moves in and presses against her. "I'm going to put it in now." 
Jabbing forward, but it resists. "You're tight, hang on."
She coils up, gripping his shoulders, digging nails in. Tilting her back 
slightly he uses her weight to pry her open and force himself in.
Nodoka actually squeals like a little girl.
Bouncing her cautiously.
Between gasps, "When you choose your wife I will teach her, and her alone, how 
to become tight as a virgin."
His unspoken question answered, 'A woman can make herself tighter?'. He 
remembers how tight Nabiki and Akane were, but Kasumi was slightly larger; could 
have been that pink thing he barely remembers.
Thrusting again and again, it feels like she is crushing him, tighter than Akane 
was... unbelievable. Crying out as he ejaculates.
Whimpering, "You're not done yet, I haven't cum."
He looks into her eyes, believing for a moment she is just a little girl. 
Slamming into her vagina rigorously now, thinking only to get this over with 
before he's lost his boner.
A broken gasp signals her climax, then he is shocked when she gushes quickly and 
heavily onto him.
"Akane never did that..."
Nodoka makes a mental note to herself, 'Son is not quite ready for role play 
yet, or a fully skilled woman.' "The Tendous may need additional education. I 
will talk to them in due time. Come on, rinse off and into the tub." Splashes 
him with cold water. Then again, "Where is your curse?"
Scratching his head, "Well, Nabiki said she'd take care of it. I sorta gave it 
to her and she came back later without it."
"She took you curse away?" utterly unconvinced.
Looking away, "Well, that is kinda why I'm in this mess. Nabiki and Akane got me 
cornered somehow and we sorta got it on."
"Has this been happening often?"
Looking embarrassed, "That was the first time, just two days ago."
"Genma really screwed up. You, a virgin at your age."
"I'm only sixteen!"
Waving that off, "Now, the curse?" Curiosity piqued.
"After much, er, goings-on we, er, they actually found out that the curse moves 
to the person on top while 'doing it'."
"You turn into a girl, why would it move to a girl then?"
His expression playing out confusion, "They became boys."
Nodding thoughtfully. "The curse moves during intercourse to the person on top, 
and isn't exactly a 'girl curse' but a gender swapping curse?"
He nods carefully.
She accepts this, the curses were bizarre enough, then all the other things that 
happen, well, this seems to fit right in (pun intended). "I'll have to keep that 
in mind."
"But Nabiki got rid of it."
"She would have had to give it to someone I suppose. Do you know who?"
Shaking his head.
"And you no longer have the curse at all, no more changing into a girl?"
"It's kinda weird to not have it anymore, like I've been freed."
Mocking angry eyes at him, "It's not so bad being a girl, Ranma."
He snorts and stretches a smile, "It isn't so bad having one."
"Smart ass. So, no more girl-type Ranma?"
Shaking his head vigorously.
"Well, I'm going to miss Ranko. She was so much fun... before and after I knew 
the truth."

Akane kneels in the hall, holding out a hand, "P-chan, you're back."
He runs to her open arm and happily smiling. Suddenly his danger sense tingles 
and he hops to her hand instead of diving for her bosom.
A sharp sound and he snaps around to see her other hand trying to pull a very 
sharp cleaver out of the floor.
"Damn it, it's stuck!"
Shivering in horror and confusion. He bolts for the door... which for some 
reason lays towards the bathroom.
"Get back here, pig!" the blade jerks free and she pursues.
Conveniently cornered in by the furo.
"Well, it's about time you paid for all I let you do, Ryouga."
The black piglet goes gray.
"Now that I HAVE Ranma I no longer need you to make him jealous, you're just 
extra meat now. Get the picture?" Brandishing the knife at him.
Squealing as a higher level of terror grips his breaking heart, he runs for her 
legs and prays.
Akane swings low, and strikes poorly.

She barrels down the hall, "Where did he go?"
"Sorry, Akane, he got out the gate," Kasumi is out hanging the wash.
Nabiki is at the table snacking with a doujinshi ('Ranma X' I think) propped 
open on one knee, "Gee, you think he'll be back, sis? He's brave and delusional, 
so you think he might be stupid too?"
Lowering the blade, "I'll find out, but not nearly soon enough." Letting the 
gleam in her eye shine off the sharpened edge.
"Hey, what happened to P-chan, he was running like the devil was after 'im and 
someone cut his ear," Ranma swaggers in and halts when he sights Akane standing 
there with a kitchen tool. Stepping back.
"This isn't for you, baka."
"It doesn't mean you've been cooking?" relieved.
She mallets him down for the ten-count.

~ Omake ~ Ryouga's Nightmare

"Heh heh heh."
"Urk... oh, it's only you, Ranma."
"You'd better worry about me more than that, P-brain."
"I found out what's been going on, Akane's been using me to make you jealous."
The shadows in the hall obscure their faces. Rain pours down outside. The school 
is partially deserted.
"Maybe you should look twice at who you're talking to." He steps full into the 
light, "Do you know who I am?"
"Ak... Ak... AKANE!"
"Ha!" splashing him.
The lost-girl goes catatonic.
"Hmm, now what to do with you," drags her along. "I know!"
Ryouga-chan snaps awake and starts struggling. Akane-kun's Iron Grip of Anger 
holds fast.
"Ryouga-chan, meet the boys soccer team," opens the door, thrusts her inside and 
slams it closed, wedging it with a trashcan.
Pitiful screams for mercy are heard as scuffling and banging try to drown out 
her voice.
Maniacal laughter.
Another walks down the hall, "Well, she sounds happy."
"The Spanish fly in their water bottles was pure genius, Nabiki."
"Of course. So, when are you going to return Ranma's clothes?"
"Afterwards," they share a smile as they mount the stairs to the roof.

Meanwhile, on the roof... Ranma-chan is sprawled out and tied down in the rain 
with an annoyed look on her face.

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