Well-Hung by Moonlight – Chapter 02 – Jupiter’s Great Wet Spot, Part Two

Started:                         July 29, 2003
Latest Revision:             August 21, 2003

A Story By Warpwizard

A Ranma/Sailor Moon Fanfiction

Big-time Lemon Warning!  This is self-indulgent X-rated fantasy piece.  Read at your own risk.

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As Ranma bounded across the rooftops towards his destination, he attempted to do a very difficult thing:  rechannel the flow of Ki in his body.  Trying to do such a difficult thing while bounding across a cityscape carrying a girl, not to mention simultaneously using Ki to make the prodigious leaps that he was accustomed to, was, of course, completely ludicrous.  No sensible Ki master would even countenance the execution of such a feat without a month of meditation to start with, at the very least, and even then, to have any realistic chance of success would require a year of slow and careful work.

It took Ranma almost ten minutes.

And it was *painful*.  Extremely painful.  In fact, from the moment Ranma had begun to redirect the flows of energy back to their normal paths, it felt like molten lead was being boiled in his belly and groin.  Fortunately, years of torture-*ahem* “training”, had granted Ranma a prodigious pain threshold.

Sweating and cursing under his breath, the martial arts prodigy completed the realignment of his lower chakral “rivers” just as the edge of warehouse he was seeking came into sight.  He wasn’t consciously aware of this, due to his complete and total absorption in his vision of his inner pathways.  A small part of his subconscious mind (one that Ryouga was completely lacking) kept him on target as the martial artist and his Senshi passenger bounded towards the hopefully abundant source of bedding.

Ranma eyed the approaching warehouse, feeling the girl in his arms shuddering in…pain?  ‘Just a little further…’

As he made a last few prodigious leaps, Ranma savored the swift ebbing of the pain in his lower body.  It now only felt like hot water, almost pleasantly hot in fact, being poured through his body. 

‘WHOA!’ 

Ranma suddenly noticed that he was bounding a fair bit higher than he had intended.

*Thump*

His slipper clad feet, harder than iron, bit into the edge of the building as Ranma landed from a 50 foot arc in the air.

Ranma stretched like a cat, cracking his back in pleasure.  ‘Whoooo…I feel…GOOD!’

An unfamiliar vitality was pouring through the young fighter, making him feel very energetic and healthy.  Not that he didn’t normally feel healthy, but this new vigor was of an entirely different order.

Ranma bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling light as air.  ‘I feel…balanced.  Yeah…focused.’ 

He grinned to himself.  ‘I feel like I could whup the old pervert and the old ghoul at the same time, with one hand tied behind my back!’

Makoto whimpered against his chest.  He was abruptly aware of her soft, warm body, pressing against his own, as well as yet another unfamiliar sensation in his lower body.

The pain had passed, as well as the illusory hot water flowing inside him.  The feeling of heightened vitality was still with him, but there was a rapidly growing undertone of some sort of inner agitation.

Teetering on the edge of a building, above an alley filled with discarded couches and mattresses, Ranma began to breathe more heavily, panting harshly as a new, different sort of heat filled his body.  He unconsciously squeezed the Senshi of Jupiter’s curvy form against his own as he fought to understand what was happening to him.

Makoto moaned happily and climbed his body like the world’s sexiest monkey, writhing into an upright position with her legs wrapping around his waist for support.  This incidentally fanned the flames consuming Ranma’s reason as she rubbed her body against him.  Her long, sleek and inhumanly strong limbs twined around her hunky rescuer in a deathgrip as Jupiter wantonly ground her crotch against Ranma’s.  Moaning like an animal in heat, the sex-crazed Senshi dipped her head to Ranma’s for a kiss.

Ranma felt another new sensation flow through his body as Makoto’s soft lips met his.  It was a stronger version of the fleeting affection he felt for his various fiancées when he and one of them managed to have a tender moment.  Such moments were always disrupted, though, preventing the exploration of those pleasant, warm emotions.

Miraculously, there was no interruption this time, allowing the kiss to immediately deepen as Makoto’s tongue slid into his mouth.  The years of repressed natural lust flowing through Ranma prevented any questioning of the aggressive tactic.  Instead, he copied the technique, probing with his own slippery muscle into the sexy Senshi’s warm mouth.

There was a long, muffled, mingled sound of lustful groaning from the interlocked mouths of the two intertwined figures, as they enjoyed a hot flush of pure sensual sensation cascading through their nervous systems.  Makoto reveled in the sharp flashes of ecstasy coming from her sex as she ground it against what felt like a huge iron bar tenting Ranma’s thin silk pants. 

For his part, Ranma’s mind was now occupied with an incredibly intense aching/burning/swollen feeling centered in his lower body.  Makoto’s frantic rubbing of her soft pelvis against it felt great, at the same time as it intensified the pleasure/distress.  The contradictory nature of the feelings prevented any decisive action for endless moments, as the pleasure-starved young man concentrated on the pleasantly soft, warm and wet feeling of Makoto’s mouth and tongue working against his own.  He just couldn’t get enough of kissing her.  He broke from her oral grip time and time again to gasp in a deep breath of air and then plunge back in.

A thought occurred to the young martial artist as he sucked gently on the tongue of the ravishing creature in his arms.

He broke from the tall, lush-bodied girl’s lips to gasp, “*kiss*Mmmph, what’s*kiss*your name?”

Makoto was in a heaven of her own as she enjoyed the sensual kissing, loving how her lover’s hard, powerful body effortlessly supported her own, holding her against him in a gentle, yet unbreakable grip. 

She gasped a reply between kisses, “*M-Makoto!”

So occupied was Jupiter with enjoying the frenzied kissing and keeping her sanity intact by fighting the sexual Geas, that she didn’t notice she’d given him the wrong identity.

Makoto pulled her head back and gave forth a deliberately deep and throaty moan of pleasure and approval as Ranma’s strong hands plunged beneath her micro-skirt and into her panties, cupping and then aggressively groping her firm, muscular ass.

She whimpered into their renewed kiss a moment later as Ranma instantly picked up on the signal and roughly fondled every inch of the Senshi’s luscious bottom, going so far as to rub his fingertips investigatively into the slippery, girl-cum drenched valley inbetween her anus and vagina, which caused her to squeak in ecstasy.  Never one to miss a clue in a battle, and apparently this counted as such, he slowly rubbed his palms against the soft skin of Makoto’s superb bum, enjoying the feel of her hot flesh, then switched to gently dragging his fingertips down the full length of the desperate girl’s agonizingly sensitive crease. 

Makoto disengaged from her lover’s mouth once more, gasping out, “Ranma, I – I need – “

“Hmmm?”  Ranma’s eyes were distant with concentration as he sloooowly caressed the horny defender of love and justice’s pulsing slit.

Makoto gave a short, high-pitched squeal of pleasure combined with desperate need and forced herself to continue.  “I – I need your cock inside me, Ranma-san, please!”

“Mm?” Ranma bent his head and took several sloppy kisses from the Senshi’s soft mouth. 

Makoto kissed back, hungrily, finally breaking off to plead once more, “Fuck me, please, just *fuck me*, I can’t take it any more!”

Makoto then begin to fumble with the drawstring to Ranma’s pants with one hand, while attempting to feel him up with the other.  It was only the girl’s frantic attention-split clumsiness that gave Ranma a moment to realize that he was a few pieces of clothing away from having bare-naked sex with a beautiful girl on a rooftop, in full view of any roof-hopping fiancées that happened to pass by.

He tilted Makoto’s head up, gently, with both hands and gave her another probing kiss.  When her hands automatically came up to encircle his neck, Ranma pulled her against his chest and jumped off the edge of the building to the alley below.  He landed so smoothly that the girl in his arms didn’t even notice, occupied as she was with attempting to reach his tonsils with her tongue.

The fire in Ranma’s body was so great at this point that he was having his own problems with concentration.  Detaching himself from Makoto’s lips, he fired an intense burst of chi from his finger, shattering the lock on the warehouse door.  Holding the squirming, kissing, fondling Senshi with one arm, he staggered over, booted the door open and went inside.

The interior of the warehouse was dim, with only minimal lighting from sunlight coming in the high windows.  Kicking the door firmly shut with a backwards flick of his foot, Ranma hobbled over to a pile of king-size mattresses, his movement severely encumbered by Makoto.  She had wound both of her legs around his right leg, and was frantically kissing the side of his face while holding onto his shoulders with one arm and trying to get her other hand into his pants.  Her clumsiness, his movement and the slick silks Ranma customarily wore were defeating her for the moment, giving him just enough time to seize the edge of the topmost mattress, and in a feat of prodigious strength, jerk it one-handed off the pile onto the floor of the warehouse.

Bedding secured, Ranma allowed the weight of the sex-crazed girl clinging to him to topple him to the ground, the both of them landing safely on the springy, brand-new mattress.  Now, at last, he could give in to the hunger gnawing at his loins.

Makoto’s squeaked cutely in surprise as the target of her aggressive affection suddenly turned the tables, flipping her onto her back and ripping off her magically-strengthened, Kevlar-tough outfit as if it were made of tissue paper.

*Tear*

There went the skirt.

*Rend*

The blouse was torn in two.

*Shoop shoop*

He pulled off her boots.

*Flop*

Not knowing what else to do, Ranma dropped himself onto Makoto, covering her tall form with his own, and began kissing her again.  The frenzied girl whimpered with frustrated desire as she squirmed under her lover’s hunky body. 

“Ranma!”

“Mm?”  He discovered her breasts and began kissing them as well, destroying Makoto’s train of thought.

“Ah! Ah!  That feels good!”

“Mmm.”  Ranma buried his face in Makoto’s abundant tit-flesh and rubbed it happily across them, all the while using his tongue generously.  As Makoto’s boobs were extremely sensitive right now, this appreciative treatment made her moan with happiness.

Ranma had never felt this way about breasts before.  There had always been something…intriguing about them, but it had never been clear what that was, other than embarrassing and considering his fiancées, dangerous.  Now, it was much more clear-cut:  they were something in the class of food, something to be craved, appreciated and even fought for, if necessary.

“R-Ranma!”  gasped out the overstimulated Senshi of Jupiter, fighting the pleasure in order to concentrate as Ranma began to nurse hungrily from her big jugs.

“Mm?” quoth the martial artist, sucking voraciously on a tasty nipple.

“Ah, ah, ahh….p-please, I need your c-cock AHHHH! I-inside me, inside my pussy- AHHAH- please!”

“Mm,” Ranma replied agreeably, using his lips, teeth and tongue to come as close as possible to consuming Makoto’s breasts as he could without actually being able to swallow them.

The girl whose front was being so thoroughly and appreciatively molested panted shallowly, moaning all the while.  The pleasure coming from her boobs was exquisite, but the fire between her legs was reaching critical mass and she needed the insertion of Ranma’s cooling rod to control the chain reaction.

Giving Makoto’s breasts a farewell kiss, Ranma sat up on his heels and began to pull his clothes off.  Makoto used the break to finish ridding herself of the remaining scraps of her Senshi uniform.

The raging fires of Ki swirling in Ranma’s lower chakras were beginning to make him as sex-crazed as his Senshi lover.  Stark naked and growling hungrily, he dropped himself onto Makoto, wrapping her in his arms and frantically humping his enraged manhood against her maddeningly soft skin.  The two fit bodies grappled on the broad expanse of mattress, rolling hither and yon as the air rang with cries of pure unadulterated lust.

Ranma was enjoying rubbing his swollen, aching member against Makoto’s incredibly soft, smooth skin, but in his frenzied state he had forgotten what the Senshi had told him about the physical motions of sex.  Fortunately his partner was a bit more knowledgeable.  The next time she rolled onto her back, Makoto, gasping with need, took the opportunity to grab his cock and line it up with her dripping gash.

Ranma’s next convulsive thrust sank half of his large prick into a heavenly wet warmth.  He groaned with rapture and drove the rest of himself inside Makoto’s welcoming crevice with a powerful thrust of his hips.

“Y-Yes, Ranma-koi, that’s the way!  O-Oh Kami that’s so nice…”  Makoto’s shaking voice trailed off into a quavering moan of satisfaction and relief as her hard-bodied lover grabbed her hips for support and began savagely penetrating her over and over while giving forth grunts of his own pleasure and long-denied release.

The air of the warehouse was filled with cries of bestial sexual hunger being quelled, the wet squish of the Senshi of Jupiter’s juicy cunt being pumped like an oil well and the moist slap of the bodies of the two sex-crazed teens shamelessly rutting.  It was not the tender coupling that a young, romantic girl like Makoto would have envisioned for her first time, but it was both undeniably pleasing and very *very* satisfying.

“UnnNNnnnnh!”  Ranma bellowed happily as he drove as much of his penis inside his lover’s soft body as humanly possible in one hard thrust.  He was in a rare state of thoughtless pleasure, one that he normally attained only in the throes of an eating frenzy or in the heart of an intense combat.  He could feel both his blood and his Ki roaring through their respective channels in his body, fueling his vitality to undreamt of heights.

Makoto was equally pleased, crying her ecstasy to the heavens as her pussy was filled by Ranma’s enormous prick.  Each thrust converted a little of the burning urgency she had been suffering from into hot sexual satisfaction.  She bucked her hips back at him and cried out shamelessly, “Fuck me!  FUCK ME!  Yes! YES!  So gooooood….”

Ranma eagerly accepted her kiss as Makoto reached up and looped her arms around his neck.  Her big boobs rubbed pleasantly against his chest as the two hungrily swapped saliva.  Ranma relished the feel of the smooth skin of her long legs wrapped around his waist, as well as the soft warmth of her large, firm bottom resting in his hands.  Nearing the peak of his satisfaction, he squeezed her luscious butt with enjoyment as he made a rapid series of short stabbing thrusts into her soft wet core.

Instinctively seeking his own climax, as well as his partner’s, he maintained his rapid thrusts, not knowing that he was rubbing Makoto’s clitoris in just the right way.  He only knew that his partner’s warm, wet interior was growing hotter and hotter, as her cries grew more and more desperate until at last the Senshi shuddered against him, her body going limp even as her snug pussy rhythmically squeezed his member.

With a final prolonged grunt, Ranma quivered himself as he felt intense pleasure/pressure radiate from his groin.  He could feel a massive burst of Ki from his lowest chakra discharging into his lover at the same time as he felt burning-hot fluid fire from his member.  He groaned into Makoto’s soft shoulder as both the physical and non-physical vital essences were violently ejected from his body and into hers.  It was the most intense sensation he could recall experiencing in his entire life.  Makoto responded by cooing her satisfaction into his ear as she felt the hot load warm her insides.  She felt very womanly as Ranma climaxed into her body.

They collapsed to the mattress with a shared sigh and immediately rolled to the side to avoid the wet spot they had created.

“At least it’s big enough for us to avoid the wet spot!” giggled Makoto.

“Mmmf,” replied Ranma sleepily, laying his head on his lover’s cushiony bosom.  After resting for a minute, he rubbed his face against the luscious mounds, loving their warmth and softness.  Makoto murmured with pleasure as Ranma hungrily masticated her boobs for the second time that day.  After a few minutes of kisses, licks and hard suckling, Ranma raised his head to the red-faced and panting Senshi’s face and murmured, “That was great Mako-chan.”  The girl stared back at him with soft eyes. 

Steeling his nerve, the socially inexperienced martial artist continued, “I-I know I’m no good with words, Mako-chan, but I want to tell you that- that- what we did was really great.”  He colored slightly at his limp conclusion.

“Making love, Ranma-koi,” murmured Makoto softly, smiling and caressing Ranma’s face.  “Making love is what we did.  Or…”  She blushed pink, remembering their frenzied copulation.  “Perhaps more accurately we could call it…fucking.”  She said the last word in a tiny voice.

Guilelessly, Ranma accepted her words and replied, straight faced, “I really enjoyed fucking you Mako-chan.”  Makoto’s mouth dropped open in shock.  He stroked the soft skin of the blushing girl’s flank affectionately.  “I can’t think of anything I’ve ever liked more.  Other than maybe Kasumi’s cooking or a good fight with Ryouga.”  He looked at the Senshi of Jupiter with innocent eyes.  “Could we fuck again sometime, you think?” 

Makoto was temporarily speechless, blushing like a stoplight in embarrassment at Ranma’s crudely worded question.  Ranma cut off any response by impulsively kissing her again, and shortly, the two horny young teenagers were once again fucking like animals on the comfortable mattress. 

With the edge taken off their unnatural lust, the new couple could concentrate more on the pleasures of sex as opposed to the desperate need to climax.  Nonetheless, it wasn’t long before Makoto found herself yelling for Ranma to give it to her “harder, faster, DEEPER!”  The phenomenally endurant martial artist complied, thrusting into the Senshi’s pussy with exceptional speed, power and rapidly increasing skill. 

Ranma had found something that he enjoyed, and as with all such things, few as they were, he concentrated on it with the intensity of the physical genius that he was.

Without it interfering with his enjoyment of the snug grasp of his lover’s slippery vagina, he automatically noted the effects of differing speeds and angles of thrusting, as well as particular hotspots such as her breasts and neck.  Slowing his enjoyable penetrations into Makoto’s hot, slippery interior to a crawl, he noticed her enjoyment of his torture as he combined his gentle penetration with sucking on her apparently highly sensitive nipples, as well as pulling on them gently with his teeth.

“Ah, Ah, AHHHHH!”  Makoto thrashed her head from side to side, loving Ranma’s teasing, but tortured by it at the same time.  “D-Don’t tease me!” she cried, in a way that screamed out, “Keep doing it!”  Ranma obligingly sped up his thrusts, only to slow them down again a moment later, groaning out his own pleasure at fucking the brown-haired girl.  “You’re so hot and slippery inside, Mako-chan…you feel so good…ahhhh…”

Makoto squeezed her inner muscles around Ranma’s big penis, the organ filling her wonderfully.  Between pants of desperately needed oxygen, she replied, “I love having your big cock inside me, Ranma-koi.  You know how to make a girl feel good…mmmmm…”  Ranma gave her a non-physical response, delivering a probing kiss to her mouth while simultaneously giving her a dozen long, deep thrusts of his meat.  Makoto moaned helplessly into his mouth, her legs wrapping automatically around his waist as he went for the kill.

Ranma lowered himself onto her body and kissed her deeply, enjoying the way her enormous tits squashed softly against his chest as he pressed her body to the mattress with his own and drove his hard cock into her squelching vagina using his hips alone.  The way this made their pelvises undulate together and rub the sensitive nub at the top of her slit drove Makoto wild.

The passion-charged girl writhed like a wildcat beneath Ranma’s weight as he drove her to multiple climaxes.  Ranma greatly enjoyed the feeling of his partner’s athletic body struggling against his own as she cummed her brains out.  He made Makoto orgasm until he felt her quivering in exhaustion, then allowed the pleasure of her soft, warm body thrashing against him to trigger his own climax.  A long satisfied groan passed his lips as he filled the girl’s warm cunt with his seed.

Makoto’s entire body buzzed with the echoes of her multiple, stupendously intense orgasms.  How many she’d had, she couldn’t say, as she had been strobing in and out of consciousness during the last few.  She lay there happily, limp as well-cooked ramen and enjoyed the feeling of Ranma’s weight pressing her into the springy mattress.  After a few minutes, she let out a sexy little sigh and murmured aloud, “Mmm, I could do this for days…”

“Mmm,” agreed Ranma, resting contentedly atop the Senshi’s voluptuous form.  He could already feel his body recharging for another round.

“But…” she said with a much-less-happy sigh, “It’s probably late and I’ve got school tomorrow.”

She turned her head and looked into Ranma’s blue eyes.  “And your parents are probably wondering where you are.”  Looking into his eyes made her heart beat faster for some reason, as well as reminding her that she had a hunk of  100% grade-A beef lying in top of her. 

Ranma gazed back into Makoto’s beautiful green eyes, feeling his heart pump a little faster as well.  “Yeah, well, not exactly, but the Tendos will be wondering where I am.  Probably get thumped on for it too…”  His expressive face twisted into a grimace at the last part.

“Surely no one…” Makoto said with concern.

“Nah, nah, it’s not like I’m an abused child or nothin’.  More like an abused fiancée.”  Ranma grinned wryly.  His eyes, flashing with humor, kept Makoto’s heart pumping at its accelerated rate.  Her lovely face was graced with an answering smile, involuntarily.  She opened her mouth to ask why he would be an “abused fiancée” but Ranma interrupted her a kiss, featuring tongue, making her moan cutely with pleasure.  “Mmmmmm…”

’Kami, I just can’t get enough of kissing her…her mouth is so soft…’  The slippery warmth of her tongue twining with his own was enough to make him hard again in moments.  ‘Mmm, I love this…’  Releasing her, he sucked on her plush bottom lip for a moment, enjoying it’s softness.  ‘Mako-chan is soooo sexy…’

After kissing the girl into speechlessness, Ranma continued, breathing a bit harder. “I don’t wanna talk about that right now.  Can we talk about it some other time?”

Makoto smiled brilliantly at the suggestion that there could *be* another time.  “Yes, oh yes, of course, if you don’t want to talk about it now we can always talk about it later, later when would that be, oh-”  She cut herself off.  ‘Kami, I’m babbling!  Don’t scare him off by acting like an idiot, girl!’

Ranma didn’t seem bothered.  He smiled at Makoto and then dropped his head to rest on her soft shoulder.  “Could we just…lie here for a little bit longer, Mako-chan?”

Makoto murmured happily in agreement and the two moved to lying on their sides.  They snuggled close, arms wrapped around each other and even legs moving to intertwine.  Twin sighs gusted as they enjoyed the warmth and closeness of having someone to hold them.

Makoto was touched by the vulnerability in Ranma’s voice.  ‘He sounds so…lonely.’  Thinking of her lover’s possibly loneliness made the brown haired Senshi think of her own.  ‘Though, I don’t feel that way here, now, with Ranma…’  She gave a much happier sigh at the thought that, perhaps, their relationship could continue outside of this one, mishap-induced encounter.  From there, her thoughts drifted swiftly into more carnal musings.  ‘He’s sooooo hunky…’

Ranma listened to Makoto’s quiet giggling with pleasure.  Though there was something kinda scary about it, he was glad she was happy.  He himself felt happier and more relaxed then he’d been in, well, ever!  He liked this “fucking” thing.  Now that he’d undone the damage inflicted to his body by his honorless Pop (Ranma’s face creased in an unconscious scowl for a moment), perhaps he could find other girls to “fuck”?  Makoto certainly seemed to enjoy it…

He’d never understood exactly what the various girls pursuing him were really after, but he thought that he now had an inkling.  The way they were always trying to kiss him, flaunting their boobs and butts…it all made sense now.  With some practical experience under his belt, Ranma now strongly suspected that they wanted him to carry them away and give them a long, hard “fucking”.  He would have to seek further information about it, though, first.  There was bound to be some kind of complication.  In his life, there always was.

Though he suspected it wasn’t manly, he really enjoyed the cuddling part that came after the fucking.  It was very…soothing.  He absently stroked Makoto’s smooth skin as he thought, causing her to murmur with pleasure.  He forced himself to stop when he noticed he was kneading and squeezing her luscious ass and that she was starting to unconsciously rub the full length of her long, lush body against him. 

‘If we don’t stop now, I’ll spend the rest of the night fucking Mako-chan.  Not that that’s a bad idea…’

Reluctantly, Ranma released Makoto and rolled to his feet.  “Time to go Mako-chan.”  He smiled and extended an arm, helping Makoto to her feet.  He appreciated the way her big boobs bounced as she got up, smiling back at him.  Makoto blushed as she noticed his unashamed stare.

Ranma began pulling on his discarded clothing, taking frequent swift glances at the nude Makoto’s phenomenal body.  It occurred to him that he had heard girls liked compliments.  “You’ve got great boobs, Mako-chan,” Ranma said honestly, wanting to please her.  Now that he cared to observe such things, and his mind felt so clear, he noticed that even though she blushed and looked down, the corners of her mouth quirked upwards and her aura brightened when he said that.

Pulling on his pants, he continued, face shining with sincerity, “And a great butt, and nice legs and a beautiful face and-“

Makoto, face once again shining like a stoplight, interrupted him, “Thank you, Ranma-koi.  Could you look around and help me find a little pen-like object?  I need it and it must have gotten thrown aside when, um-“

Ranma blushed and looked down, “When I ripped your clothes off.”  He looked over at where she was searching the scraps of her destroyed outfit and gave a sincere apology that would have shocked those familiar only with his stereotypical pridefulness, “I’m really sorry about that, it’s just that-“

Makoto replied absently, rising to her feet with pen in hand, “Don’t worry about it, Ranma-koi.  I’m the one that was practically raping you on the roof of this building.”

Ranma chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck embarrassedly.  “Heh, yeah, you were, ah, pretty, ah, active there…”

“Jupiter planet power, MAKE-UP!”

Ranma dropped automatically into one of his deceptive fighting stances, startled by the burst of light and energy that manifested around Makoto.  He slowly dropped the stance as he observed the rather sensual transformation that showcased Makoto’s tall, shapely body, even as it clothed her in her Senshi fighting togs.

Makoto came out of her transformation sequence with a graceful spin, clad once more in a full, untouched Senshi of Jupiter uniform.  The magic of her henshin rod had even removed the sweat and cum from her body, as well as washing and styling her hair.  Makoto smiled to herself.  ‘Thank Kami for magic!’

Makoto gestured to the exit.  “Let’s go, Ranma-koi.”

Ranma nodded agreeably.  “Ok.”

Jupiter paused at the exit, glancing down at her companion’s lower body.

“Um, Ranma…”  She blushed, and pointed to his groin.

“Eh?”  Ranma looked down and noticed the huge bulge in his pants.  He had gotten used to the fires burning in his lower belly, but apparently they had a more physical correlation as well.  “Eep!  Er, I, um-“

“I don’t think you want to go home with that monster in your pants, Ranma-koi,” said Makoto, blushing heavily and taking quick involuntary glances at the evidence of her lover’s considerable endowment.  She gulped down a mouthful of saliva and said, “It might attract the wrong sort of attention, from what you mentioned about hostile fiancées…”

“You’re right,” he admitted glumly.  Looking imploringly into Makoto’s lovely green eyes, he said, “What can I do about it though?”

“Think unsexy thoughts,” advised Makoto.

“Think unsexy thoughts?” asked Ranma.

Makoto nodded firmly.

Ranma concentrated.  ‘Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts…’

Cologne in a thong and bikini top.

*Droop*

Biting back nausea, he thought fiercely, ‘Try harder!’

Cologne and Happi in thongs.

*Double droop*

Face screwed up in agony, he exhorted himself, ‘Just a little more!’

Cologne and Happi in thongs, *going at it*.

*Total limpness*

Ranma looked down, chagrined, then closed his eyes and shuddered in disgust.  “It may never get hard again.”

Makoto pressed herself against his back and cooed, “Oh, it just takes a little encouragement.”  She reached down and rubbed her soft hand against Ranma’s limp member through his silk pants, causing it to immediately perk up.

“See?”

“Ahhhh…you’d better stop Mako-chan, or I’ll have to fuck you again…”

Makoto kissed his ear and skipped away through the warehouse door, laughing merrily.  “Oh, and we wouldn’t want *that*, now would we?” 

Ranma stared hungrily at her retreating form, feasting his eyes on her shapely backside and long, flowing brown hair.  He could already feel the fires in his lower chakras slowly returning to their initial, frenzy-inducing level.  They would require regular sating for a considerable while, he was sure, lest the unattended blaze do his health harm.

Shrugging to himself, he bounded after the Senshi.  Another day, another problem.  Just another day in the life of Saotome Ranma.

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On a rooftop in Nerima, during Ranma and Mokoto’s lovemaking session…

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Happosai paused in mid-bound on his way to the Tendo dojo as he sensed a massive burst of sexual energy.  His sensitive Ki senses, exceptionally keen towards this type of Ki even for a Ki-master of his skill, detected two extremely powerful lifeforces joining.  A smile crossed his withered face as he enjoyed the distant radiance.  So powerful were the energies released that even at this distance there was a certain “perfume” to be enjoyed, so to speak.

Continuing on his way home, the ancient pervert mused to himself.

‘Ahhh, Ranma, my boy, you’ve finally become unblocked!  You probably did it yourself, if I judge you correctly.  No Doctor Tofu for you!  The “Wild Horse”, so well named…’

Several more distant psychic explosions tickled Happi’s senses as he bounded rapidly from rooftop to rooftop.  The smile (which would have frightened the piss out of his two erstwhile disciples) hadn’t left his face as he made a fateful decision.

‘Tomorrow, your advanced training begins…’

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END, Chapter 2

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