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The Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Ranma
or
Ranma's Fairy Tale Escapades

Chapter One

An Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Beauty/Ranma 1/2 Crossover

 

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a young couple who ruled their kingdom with a fair (if sometimes cowardly) hand. Their greatest wish in life was that they bear a child, a son, and that he be as spectacular as all sons in fairy tales should be as a general rule. After many years, King Genma and Queen Nodoka had almost given up on their wish; however, upon giving up their desperate quest for a child, the two found that the Queen was to give birth and were overjoyed.

The child was the son for which they had wished and his birth gave way to great, pealing bells of joy in the kingdom. Everyone who was anyone was invited to come to the celebration. Fairies of wide renown were invited to come and bestow gifts on the beautiful young prince and they came and the gifts that they gave were those of courage and loyalty and indomitable will and strength and so many others that they would be never ending. The last fairy had given her gift when the doors of the castle blew open and a shrieking woman in black robes appeared in a ball of flame and smoke.

She cackled, her long white hair swaying in the wind that wasn't there. Her words struck chills into the hearts of all as she pronounced her vengeance for her lack of invitation. (As I said before, the king was somewhat filled with cowardice and this witch in particular brought that feeling to the forefront). With that, she withdrew two vials, euchres of water. One, she spilled over the king and the second, she threw upon the babe.

Pandemonium ensued and the witch disappeared as she cackled the horrible fate, "Let thy son be thy daughter, sirrah!"

Soon, the people learned to accept the state of their royal family, discovering that hot water was an effective remedy to the curse of the old witch. Young Prince Ranma became accustomed to the curse, the gifts of indomitable will and courage giving him all the help he needed. It wasn't long until the old witch began to notice that her "curse" had become a gift in itself, helping the young man to move easily throughout many different circles in his life. For some time, she brooded upon this and came upon the answer.

Upon his fifteenth birthday, Prince Ranma found himself standing before the door to a tower -- a tower he had never before seen. His curiosity was overwhelming and so, without a second thought, he ran pell-mell up the circular stone steps to the top. There, he found a withered old crone. In her hand was a distaff and she was carefully winding thread around it, her knotted old fingers stiff, finding it difficult to wrap the threads. Prince Ranma gently took the instrument from her to provide some assistance and pricked the pad of his middle finger. Upon doing so, he fell into a deep sleep -- a sleep to last a hundred years or until he was kissed by a royal prince or princess to awaken him. The old witch carefully poured water over him and dressed him before she left, leaving the girl's body laying peacefully in that tower as she went to curse the remnants of that household to its hundred year sleep.


Prince Kuno eyed the tangle of rose vines that had crept over the gray stone. It had been many and many a year that there had been tales of this -- tales of the Prince turned Princess and his cursed father, the tangled vines growing to protect, to hide, to prevent rescue. Perhaps they were all dead now, but Prince Kuno rather hoped not. The bones of others who had tried and failed rested within the many thorny vines but the Prince would not fail. He had never done so before and saw no reason to begin doing so now.

With that decision made, he waved at his retainers and stepped forward. Slash, thrust, cut, and he was through, the vines growing closed behind him as quickly as he could step forward, swerving, ducking, moving, rocking, gyrating away from the razor-sharp leaves. His boots were covered with mud, forehead scratched, sweat dripping from his chin, as he reached what seemed to be a door into the kitchens. Without a second thought, he plunged out of the vine filled light and into the darkness.

Inside, it didn't take long for the Prince to light a torch. All around, servants lay sleeping on the floor. Their clothes were in various states of rot, some of the chamber maids and lads completely naked. Even the rats slept in this place, it seemed, for their clothing had simply fallen apart with age and the boys and girls themselves were peaches and cream and rose all over, with no bites or scars. The Prince was utterly amazed to find that the tale was true and so he continued his search, through the throne room where the panda king and his queen lay, tumbled from their chairs, past web covered courtiers and snoring butlers. His search was extensive until finally, finally, he found her.

Her hair was a vibrant red and her skin was beautiful and smooth, her eyes large and her mouth passionate. The green velvet of her dress had molded itself to her figure over the years, making it settle between her luscious thighs, outlining the tender triangle of her sex. His eyes gazed lustfully at the round globes of her breasts and he knew that this was a thing that he had wanted for a long time. He idly wondered if she were as beautiful as a male as she was as a female and drew his sword from its sheath.

With a careful motion, he slit the dress from neck to hem and pulled it aside, laying the girl bare to his gaze and eying her with a smile. Ahh, yes, this girl was the one, the perfect one to take back to his kingdom of Happos. His fingers reached between her thighs to fondle her roughly and he could feel a light dampness begin to coat her petals. Her entire body seemed to arch to his touch, a noiseless moan coming from her lips as she turned her face to the side, the deep ripples of that auburn hair framing the perfection of her face beautifully. He could feel his organ becoming heavy with desire as he looked at her, his fingers stroking up over her breasts to pinch the nipples with rough touch, watching her flush and feeling her body shudder beneath his hands.

The Prince climbed into the bed to kneel between her thighs, his fingers pulling at the heavy leather of his belt, untying the knots of his breeches and pulling out the thick shaft. He spit into his hand and slid it over his cock, gritting his teeth at the reverberations of pleasure that shivered down his spine. Gathering the beautiful Princess in his arms, he drew her up and held her in one arm while aiming towards her core with the hand of the other. Eyes open, he kissed her, tongue parting her lips to thrust with deliberation, watching as her sapphire eyes opened, bedazzled...

And then he thrust deep within her virgin core, taking her scream into his mouth as he burst her maidenhead. He withdrew slightly as she sobbed and moaned and thrust deep again, beginning a steady rhythm as he allowed her to fall back into the pillows. His fingers reached between them to find the girl's pleasure center, rubbing against it with delicate precision, stoking the fires of rapture in her body even as he inflicted pain upon her, his shaft burying to the hilt again, again, again, until she screamed and he moaned and fell upon her, taking her mouth to him once again.

It was moments before he rose and kissed those ruby lips softly, whispering, "You're mine!"

It was then that a maid came to the door and ran screaming upon finding their Prince in bed with another man, blood upon her thighs.


King Genma strode up the stairs, his feet heavy. *HIS* son Ranma, in bed with another man, a man who had demanded food and drink and an audience with the King himself. The thought didn't bear considering, but he held his head high all the same. He had a feeling about this, as much as he hoped that he would be wrong.

Genma knocked on the door and heard the voice bade him enter. Upon doing so, he found his son in masculine form, seated nude at a nearby table. The boy's hands moved as if to cover himself before the Prince reached and roughly pushed his hands away.

"You know from whence I come, of course," the Prince said softly. "I believe both you and your wife trained at the courts of Happos during the reign of my great grandfather, King Happosai."

Genma glanced guiltily at his young son. He had never had time to tell him of the traditions, of the homage one paid to Happos in order to have their affiliations. He sighed and nodded reluctantly as the Prince continued, saying, "Your land needs leadership, and quickly. Many other families have spent the past ninety-five years snipping away pieces of your kingdom here and there. I can get them all back for you," he murmured with a sly look, "in return for sending your son to train with us."

Genma pressed his lips together. Veiled though it was, it WAS a threat. There was little or nothing to be done aside from taking the man's offer. Although he regretted having to give his innocent son for such degradations, Genma knew the boy would be the better for the training. Still, it was difficult to give up his only child.

Reluctantly, Genma nodded. "Hai. You have my word.. You.. you will be careful with him, won't you? We love him very much, and he is our only child.." He almost winced as he saw the hurt look of accusation run across Ranma's face before he glanced down at his lap again, his genitalia laying beautifully limp against his thighs.

"Of course," the Prince said smoothly and then he turned away, dismissing him. With heavy tread, he walked from the room and closed the door gently behind him. His son would be all right. Now, how to tell Nodoka?


Ranma lifted his sparkling sapphire eyes to look at the Prince seated next to him. His hair was black now, and tied back in a braid. The Prince liked it that way when the boy was a man but rather thought that he would leave it loose when the pretty was a woman. Ranma watched as the Prince wiped his mouth and carefully placed his linen napkin beside his plate.

Ranma's own plate was still half-full. Somehow, he couldn't find himself capable of eating another bite as he looked at the smoldering expression on his Prince's face.

"Prince..." he whispered softly, shyly, his hands going once again to cover his cock. Kuno's face went cold in that moment and he rose from his chair, pulling Ranma from his as well and tilting his chin up so that he could look down into the beauty of those eyes.

"Did you not understand when I refused to allow you cover when your father came here?" the Prince asked, his voice sharp.

Ranma looked up at him, dark lashes brushing his cheeks as he tried to look away. "I thought..."

Kuno's face darkened further as he hissed softly into Ranma's ear, "You'll learn not to think, my lovely boy. Indeed, you'll learn many things while you are with me." Leaning forward, he took Ranma's mouth with a rough twist of his own, pulling the naked boy over to the side of the bed, his hands roaming down his sides and over his buttocks. Kuno felt the back of his thighs hit the bed and he seated himself, beckoning Ranma.

Ranma began to climb into the bed as well, only to find the Prince's hand lashing out to slap him roughly, turning his head with the force of it. The soft gasp echoed through the room as Ranma found himself shoved forcibly across his Prince's lap, legs pushed open by the Prince's hands. "You will NEVER hide yourself from me again, as either sex, do you understand?" came the rough growl. There was a hand warm on his backside and he moaned and arched his back to the heat, his cock becoming hard even as he felt his Prince take the sensitive shaft between his thighs. Ranma moaned loudly, arching his back as the Prince took his hand away and then gave a short, sharp cry as the Prince brought it back down roughly, the first spank shocking him. It was repeated with another and then another and then another, the Prince's hand as hard as any paddle as Ranma writhed in his lap, moaning for the Prince over and over. Ranma could feel himself on the verge of orgasm despite the abuse of his posterior and shook his head frantically as the Prince's hand moved faster, harder. He could feel his flesh stinging beneath the Prince's smacks and just as orgasm arrived, he felt the spanking stop and a finger thrust itself deep into his anus. With a wild cry of pain mingled pleasure, tears sparkling down his face, Ranma came, wetting the spread between his Prince's legs with his hot juice.

Kuno's voice was harsh as his fingers continued to invade the boy, stopping only once to wet them and begin the quick thrust again, listening to Ranma's piteous moans as he arched his hips back and shook his head from side to side. The Prince shoved the boy farther back onto the bed, his lithe body left open to give a view of his rapidly hardening cock. Ranma dry thrust into the air as Kuno reached up and wrapped a hand around the thick braid, pulling it tight even as he opened his breeches again, kneeling between the boy's knees. With a quick kiss, he leaned down and whispered into Ranma's ear, "You will NEVER come without my permission again, boy! Do you understand me?" His hands went to his shaft as he reached down and shoved the younger man's legs about his waist, carefully parting his buttocks to press the head of his cock against Ranma's anus. He began to push slowly, barely touching the tight ring of muscle. Its resistance was phenomenal and so he shoved harder, gritting his teeth as Ranma's ass spasmed open to allow his head to pop just inside.

Ranma gave a gasping cry of protest as Kuno pressed deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt. Kuno panted for breath, looking down at the flushed face of the young man beneath him and giving a half smile. Yes, the boy undoubtedly needed this, came the thought as he withdrew, watching the grimace of pain that spread over the boy's face as he almost pulled out even the mushroom at the tip and then shoved deep again, tears streaming down that beautiful face, eyes shut tightly. His hand moved to caress, to wipe away the tears gently even as his hand reached between to gather the boy's balls roughly in the other, holding them tightly to make the boy lose rigidity.

Ranma moaned, mind in a whirl, agony and pleasure and things that he didn't understand shattering their way through his body. He knew that he wasn't meant to hold this thing inside of him, the heaviness of Kuno's body making him cry out with pain each time he thrust. Parts of him were sensitive, wearing out beneath this new feeling and he was afraid as Kuno's hands fondled his sensitive rod and the soft nest of his testes. The sudden pressure as Kuno squeezed made him moan, lose hardness, cry out loudly in protest even as the thrusts increased in intensity and then he felt it -- his Prince orgasmed deep inside of him and somehow that made the pain worse and it made it better and the stinging was eased.

Kuno gently kissed Ranma's face as he sobbed piteously and slowly, oh, so slowly, withdrew from the boy. He frowned as he noticed the small streaks of blood -- he hadn't meant to hurt him, but he had been carried away. His lips pressed together tightly as he drew the boy into his arms tenderly and whispered softly in his ear, smoothing his bangs away from his face and brushing at the tears, "Shh, shh, it will be all right now." Then they slept, a tangle of arms and legs and hot sweaty bodies in the warmth of the night air.