I do not own Ranma 1/2
...
Kick, punch, chop. Ranko did her best to damage Ryoga, as he took her hits without budging. They were outside the dojo, as Akane was currently teaching a the APSD class. They had been working on her strength for a week now, and though she had gotten stronger, she still wasn't as strong as Ranma had been at her age. Her speed was improving as she did speed exercises at night. Still something seemed to be preventing a breakthrough, and Ryoga continued to study her technique, and her anatomy, as a flying roundhouse kick from her to his head caused a small shiver to run through his excited body down to his rapidly growing dick.
Time seemed to slow for Ryoga, and Ranko hovered in the air before him, he quickly reached out, and tapped two fingers to her crotch, aiming energy into her clit. As Ryoga's mind unfocused, Ranko suddenly dropped as the split second counter attack sent orgasmic undulations through her body, echoing and multiplying across her muscles, and her nerves. Gasping, a smile of utter joy on her face, she looked up to Ryoga from where she lay in the soft grass.
Ryoga leaned down, and slipped two fingers inside her, he massaged her deeply, and as the energy oozed off his fingers her pleasure increased exponentially, as orgasms layered atop each other, like a latticework of harmonic crystals. Ryoga removed his fingers, and as she stared at him lick them clean, she shuddered in one final powerful contraction, that left her weakly mewling next to Ryoga.
"You keep leaving your guard down," Ryoga explained, "If you don't want that to happen again, you'll do well to remember your defense."
Ranko laughed, "Not much of an incentive to defend myself is it?"
Ryoga frowned, "Fine then... if you want it to happen again, you'll do well to remember your defense."
Ranko laughed, moving her gi's top off her pert breasts, and pulling up her sports bra, "Everything is so sensitive, I can't stand my clothes right now."
Ryoga stared at the hard nipples of the young fifteen year old Ranko, and slowly a small trickle of blood traveled down his upper lip.
Ranko stared at it, absolutely amazed at how Ryoga could handle doing the nastiest, most amazing sexual things to her, but a little nudity left him as timid as a schoolboy, "Well, I have to go do homework. Thanks again for the lesson."
...
"He could have torn his pants in half, his erection was so huge," Ranko whispered into her cellphone as she flipped through a martial arts magazine.
Saburina on the other end giggled, and continued rubbing her pussy through her panties, after hearing Ranko's descriptions of orgasmic bliss that Ryoga sent her through, "Well, I'm so worked up, that I just might let Rite fuck me today."
"What are you going to do to turn him on? Make him dress up like Kira and pretend to kill you first?" Ranko laughed as Saburina moaned in response.
"That would be so hot! I could lay still, as he fucked me like I was a corpse," Saburina came as the word corpse left her lips, causing her to drag it out into a long moan.
"You are so demented Rina. I never understood all that gloomy death stuff," Ranko, absorbed her self into the details of a local all women championship all-styles tournament. The woman was barely eighteen, with lean muscles, and long blonde hair.
"Ranko!" Saburina yelled into the phone, causing Ranko to snap out of her daydreams.
"Sorry Rina, something distracted me," Ranko apologized.
"Anyways, I just wanted to let you know, that the last spell ingredient arrived today, and we'll be able to cast the spell."
...
Shampoo lay in her bed, enjoying the end of a long stressful day. Suddenly, Ranma appeared next to her, he smiled at her, with his usual cocky smile, "Hey beautiful. You thought about what I asked you to do?"
Shampoo stared at Ranma and sighed, "If Shampoo do this... you go on date with Shampoo? You marry her and go back to Amazon Village?"
Ranma laughed a bit, "Oh you know I can't do that, I'm already dead Shampoo. But, if ya do this for me, I promise you, that we can be together afterward, after you kill yourself on the Seal of Demorta."
Shampoo's eyes filled with tears, and a smile filled her face, "Oh Ranma, Shampoo love you so very, very much. I do good job for you."
...
The night was cloudy and dark. The stars and moon, hidden by the cumulus, covered carefree vampires, allowing for capricious cavorting from the creatures of the night. Ryoga ignored his fellow vampires, and focused on finding those he had sired when he had wandered the world as a soulless demon of darkness and despair.
They dressed in his uniform, a mustard brown tunic, black pants, and black and yellow bandanna. Ryoga was dressed in the same outfit, which he had hidden in the Tendo tree. Those vampires who recognized him avoided him, and those who did not, had their necks twisted of, and turned to dust.
Searching around a nearby dance club, Ryoga was shocked to see Ranko in a slinky see-through top, and tight leather pants, entering the Copper Club, with her friend Saburina and a emo looking tall boy a few years older than them.
Ryoga grimaced, as he noticed that one of his vampires, a female one, in uniform, followed the girls into the club. Ryoga walked to the front of the line. The man, recognizing Ryoga, nodded him in, ahead of the crowd.
...
A L'arc en Ciel cover band rocked out on stage, as Ranko and Saburina danced together, sometimes, Saburina would dance with her date, the tall emo Rite, and sometimes Ranko would dance with whoever was nearby.
Ryoga watched as the vampire worked her way to dancing with Ranko. He held back, knowing that the attack would come from when they left the club later. He blended into the crowd, always watching as they danced together.
...
Ranko felt a heat for her new dance partner, a girl dressed in a sheer mustard brown top, and tight black pants. After dancing for a few hours, they moved to sit down and get some drinks. Ranko smiled, "I'm Ranko, what's your name?"
"My friends call me Rei," the girl scooted closer to Ranko, and adjusted her black and yellow striped bandanna.
"Those are pretty popular, huh?" Ranko asked.
"Yeah, all my friends wear them," Rei smiled, as the drinks arrived.
...
After the dance, Rite and Saburina said their goodbyes, and split off. Ranko smiled at Rei, "So do you live close by? I could walk you home..."
Rei ran her hand through Ranko's short hair, "If you walk me home, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from seducing you."
Ranko laughed, "What if I want to be seduced?"
Rei's hand traveled down Ranko's front, to just inside her pants, and tugged Ranko towards her, "I'll take you home. Come."
The two walked down an alley, Rei said "There's a short cut this way." They passed by a vending machine center, with neon pink lights. Vibrators, and soiled panties were sold next to stamina drinks, and coffee.
Ranko stared into the alcove full of sexual deviancy, "I didn't know this was here..."
Rei came up behind Ranko, and started sucking on her neck, she whispered, "You want to get kinky tonight?"
Ranko moaned as Rei sucked on her neck. It wasn't until she felt the pain of the fangs that she realized she was being held from escaping. Ranko screamed, "No, please stop!"
Suddenly, the biting ended, and dust settled to the ground. Ranko whirled around, to see Ryoga standing behind her, a wooden stake in his hand, "Sorry, I wasn't sure she was a vampire until she attacked you."
Ranko fell into Ryoga's arms, "What is going on?" she cried.
"I don't know, but we'll find out," Ryoga hugged her.
...
Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Unnecessary Ranma - Vlad, Interrupted
I do not own Ranma 1/2.
***
Ryoga stared up at the ceiling above, hearing the moans of the fifteen year old sex bomb he had been eating out the night before, as she had her way with her best friend. Her moans floated down to his room, and he shuddered as they reacted with the latent sexual energy Happosai had left behind. Ryoga's dick was rock hard as he pulled it out, timing the strokes on his turgid shaft to the wet echoing sounds of girl love coming from the room above his.
Ryoga closed his eyes, picturing Ranko's sweet sex pot. He remembered her taste, like oranges in the winter, crisp and sweet. His dick became slick with pre-cum, as he continued to glide his hand up and down the shaft, sometimes bringing his palm across the tip, to spread the clear fluid across the taut skin of his pussy hungry erection.
Ryoga pictured the girls, and with a small nosebleed, he came hard across his stomach, some of his jism reaching his chest. Ryoga reached over to his pack, and pulled out some tissues to clean up. Sniffing his hand, his nose crinkled at the yeast smell it now had.
"I need a bath," Ryoga said, his face scrunched in disgust.
***
Saburina lay next to Ranko, who was passed out spread eagle on the bed, playing with Ranko's short black hair, "You could pass for a boy," she whispered to her sleeping friend. Saburina continued to gaze down at her friend, "Why do I even bother with a boyfriend? I could just keep you."
A soft wind blew in through the open window, and Saburina stood up, and went to close it. As she did, her eyes caught a thick, leather bound book on top of Ranko's desk. "Vlad, interrupted," she read the title out loud. Curious, she sat down, nude, at Ranko's desk, and began reading the book.
***
Kasumi entered the bathroom with her husband Tofu, and had closed the door behind her before she realized that they were not alone in the bath. Ryoga stared at them, as Tofu had been rubbing his growing erection across Kasumi's plump rear. Kasumi coughed lightly, to bring Tofu's attention to their guest.
Tofu laughed nervously, "Sorry, Ryoga, we didn't realize we had a guest, you don't mind if we bathe do you?"
Ryoga nodded, "No problem, I was almost done anyways, I should be out by the time you two finish washing up. So don't mind me."
***
Akane gazed up at the moon. She sat on the roof, just above her room, where Ranma's energy was strongest. The thirty-one year old woman moved her panties to the side, and began masturbating to thoughts or her lost love. She remembered the first time they made love, and moaned. Soft circles, with two fingers, around her clit, brought her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. She gasped silently, her eyes watering, as she came, "I miss you Ranma."
***
Dinner was quiet. Ryoga sat next to Akane, while Ranko and Saburina sat next to each other, sometimes quietly gossiping between themselves. Kasumi blushed every time she looked at Ryoga, remembering his erection as he left the bath, and the mad sex she experienced with her husband afterward.
After dinner, Ryoga excused himself for a night time walk. He took his GPS with him, and headed into the city. Ranko walked with him part way, along with Saburina, as the two girls headed to the subway.
Ryoga smiled at the two girls, as they approached where their paths would split, "Nice meeting you today Saburina."
"Thanks Mr. Hibiki, I'm glad that you're not homeless, and it was a surprise that you were a friend of Ranko's family," Saburina replied, in a quiet voice.
"Please, call me Ryoga, we're friends now," Ryoga smiled softly.
"Then please call me Rina," Saburina smiled back at Ryoga, her eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Sorry for all those nosebleeds and teasing you all those times," Ranko said, her voice solemn.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I mean, even this evening while you girls were going at it..." Ryoga smiled mischievously as the girls faces blushed red hot.
"Umm, this is our turn, we gotta run, " Ranko grabbed Saburina's hand and ran full speed towards the subway.
Ryoga smiled, widely, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
***
The Nekohanten was getting quiet as the night ended, and Shampoo sighed in relief to see Ryoga enter and take a seat in a booth towards the back. He waited there until the last of the customers had left. Shampoo then sat next to him, and began kissing him, his lips, and his neck. She paused briefly, adjusting her top so that her neck was exposed.
Ryoga wavered, restraining his hunger, so that he would not suck her dry. His fangs pierced her neck, at the same spot they always did. He sucked up her blood, spurt after spurt. Ecstasy came with each draw of her blood, and he struggled to restrain himself from killing her outright.
Weakened, she moaned as he pulled away from her, orgasmic waves passed through her body, down to her bones and back. She placed a hand on Ryoga's face, caressing his soft features, "You no come last night. Shampoo worry."
Ryoga shook his head and apologized, "I was visited by Ranma, he's asking me to protect Ranko from something that came from hell, as he passed Earth to ascend to heaven."
Shampoo nodded, "He no remember you attack him?"
"I think he realized that I'm not the same person who attacked him," Ryoga paused, "At least, I'm not anymore."
***
Saburina kissed Ranko as they stood outside Saburina's apartment. They broke apart, not wanting to let their primal instincts lead to public enactments. Saburina wavered, trying to change the subject, "Thanks for letting me borrow that book."
"No problem Rina," Ranko smiled, reigning in her hormones.
"I think there is a location spell in there. I might be able to find the sire of the vampire who attacked you. If we find the sire, we might find out why you were attacked," Saburina said.
"Just be careful. Anyone who sells the ingredients needed for that spell must be involved in some dark shady dealings," Ranko fidgeted, imagining creepy laboratories, with strange symbols on the wall.
"I will, I'll have my dad help out. This sort of thing is in the Gosunkugi blood."
***
***
Ryoga stared up at the ceiling above, hearing the moans of the fifteen year old sex bomb he had been eating out the night before, as she had her way with her best friend. Her moans floated down to his room, and he shuddered as they reacted with the latent sexual energy Happosai had left behind. Ryoga's dick was rock hard as he pulled it out, timing the strokes on his turgid shaft to the wet echoing sounds of girl love coming from the room above his.
Ryoga closed his eyes, picturing Ranko's sweet sex pot. He remembered her taste, like oranges in the winter, crisp and sweet. His dick became slick with pre-cum, as he continued to glide his hand up and down the shaft, sometimes bringing his palm across the tip, to spread the clear fluid across the taut skin of his pussy hungry erection.
Ryoga pictured the girls, and with a small nosebleed, he came hard across his stomach, some of his jism reaching his chest. Ryoga reached over to his pack, and pulled out some tissues to clean up. Sniffing his hand, his nose crinkled at the yeast smell it now had.
"I need a bath," Ryoga said, his face scrunched in disgust.
***
Saburina lay next to Ranko, who was passed out spread eagle on the bed, playing with Ranko's short black hair, "You could pass for a boy," she whispered to her sleeping friend. Saburina continued to gaze down at her friend, "Why do I even bother with a boyfriend? I could just keep you."
A soft wind blew in through the open window, and Saburina stood up, and went to close it. As she did, her eyes caught a thick, leather bound book on top of Ranko's desk. "Vlad, interrupted," she read the title out loud. Curious, she sat down, nude, at Ranko's desk, and began reading the book.
***
Kasumi entered the bathroom with her husband Tofu, and had closed the door behind her before she realized that they were not alone in the bath. Ryoga stared at them, as Tofu had been rubbing his growing erection across Kasumi's plump rear. Kasumi coughed lightly, to bring Tofu's attention to their guest.
Tofu laughed nervously, "Sorry, Ryoga, we didn't realize we had a guest, you don't mind if we bathe do you?"
Ryoga nodded, "No problem, I was almost done anyways, I should be out by the time you two finish washing up. So don't mind me."
***
Akane gazed up at the moon. She sat on the roof, just above her room, where Ranma's energy was strongest. The thirty-one year old woman moved her panties to the side, and began masturbating to thoughts or her lost love. She remembered the first time they made love, and moaned. Soft circles, with two fingers, around her clit, brought her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. She gasped silently, her eyes watering, as she came, "I miss you Ranma."
***
Dinner was quiet. Ryoga sat next to Akane, while Ranko and Saburina sat next to each other, sometimes quietly gossiping between themselves. Kasumi blushed every time she looked at Ryoga, remembering his erection as he left the bath, and the mad sex she experienced with her husband afterward.
After dinner, Ryoga excused himself for a night time walk. He took his GPS with him, and headed into the city. Ranko walked with him part way, along with Saburina, as the two girls headed to the subway.
Ryoga smiled at the two girls, as they approached where their paths would split, "Nice meeting you today Saburina."
"Thanks Mr. Hibiki, I'm glad that you're not homeless, and it was a surprise that you were a friend of Ranko's family," Saburina replied, in a quiet voice.
"Please, call me Ryoga, we're friends now," Ryoga smiled softly.
"Then please call me Rina," Saburina smiled back at Ryoga, her eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Sorry for all those nosebleeds and teasing you all those times," Ranko said, her voice solemn.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I mean, even this evening while you girls were going at it..." Ryoga smiled mischievously as the girls faces blushed red hot.
"Umm, this is our turn, we gotta run, " Ranko grabbed Saburina's hand and ran full speed towards the subway.
Ryoga smiled, widely, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
***
The Nekohanten was getting quiet as the night ended, and Shampoo sighed in relief to see Ryoga enter and take a seat in a booth towards the back. He waited there until the last of the customers had left. Shampoo then sat next to him, and began kissing him, his lips, and his neck. She paused briefly, adjusting her top so that her neck was exposed.
Ryoga wavered, restraining his hunger, so that he would not suck her dry. His fangs pierced her neck, at the same spot they always did. He sucked up her blood, spurt after spurt. Ecstasy came with each draw of her blood, and he struggled to restrain himself from killing her outright.
Weakened, she moaned as he pulled away from her, orgasmic waves passed through her body, down to her bones and back. She placed a hand on Ryoga's face, caressing his soft features, "You no come last night. Shampoo worry."
Ryoga shook his head and apologized, "I was visited by Ranma, he's asking me to protect Ranko from something that came from hell, as he passed Earth to ascend to heaven."
Shampoo nodded, "He no remember you attack him?"
"I think he realized that I'm not the same person who attacked him," Ryoga paused, "At least, I'm not anymore."
***
Saburina kissed Ranko as they stood outside Saburina's apartment. They broke apart, not wanting to let their primal instincts lead to public enactments. Saburina wavered, trying to change the subject, "Thanks for letting me borrow that book."
"No problem Rina," Ranko smiled, reigning in her hormones.
"I think there is a location spell in there. I might be able to find the sire of the vampire who attacked you. If we find the sire, we might find out why you were attacked," Saburina said.
"Just be careful. Anyone who sells the ingredients needed for that spell must be involved in some dark shady dealings," Ranko fidgeted, imagining creepy laboratories, with strange symbols on the wall.
"I will, I'll have my dad help out. This sort of thing is in the Gosunkugi blood."
***
Monday, January 14, 2013
Unnecessary Ranma - Serendipity
I don't own Ranma 1/2....
...
Previously on Unnecessary Ranma....
The world would be better off, without Ranma Saotome.
"Despite all the pain I brought you, and myself, I will live for our child Ranma."
Harsh sunlight burst into the room, like some perverted invader, casting its hot glow upon the exposed flesh of Ranko.
Ranko tensed suddenly, feeling the warm breath on the back of her neck, too late, she realized that her mother had her in a hold that she could never dream of escaping.
Her heartbeat slowed, until she could hear the soft quiet speech of her father. He stood before her in a vast field of white.
His hair was wild and long, whipping in some unseen wind, black as night, and shiny, with some other-worldly glow. His eyes were a cerulean blue, like a clear sky, and his handsome face was the same as it had been all those sixteen years ago.
Ranma sighed, "Ryoga, I don't have much time. I have to move on, I don't have a choice. I came to ask you to protect my family. I need to make sure that Ranko is protected. This hitchhiker will need someone with an energy similar to mine to be able to fully manifest in this world. He will be draining Ranko somehow."
The homeless man stared at her, his eyes angry, and said, "I have a message from your father. You weren't meant to exist. I'm here to kill you."
His tiger striped bandana and dark hair seemed to glow in the dark, and in his mouth, were a pair of horrible fangs. His eyes glowed a horrible red, and he was barely contained in his clothes, that fit him like a tight glove.
Several punches connected with the man, the excess energy oozing from Akane searing his flesh. The man grimaced through the pain of one attack, and suddenly had his hand on Akane's throat, squeezing the life out of her. She tried to break his grip, but he kept at it. She grabbed the man's throat, squeezing as hard as she could. Just before she was going to lose consciousness the man gasped, and turned to ashen dust.
Looking around, Akane saw Tofu helping Ranko into the house. Satisfied that her daughter was safe, Akane looked to where the man had been standing, "Was that you Ryoga? What happened to you?"
Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
...
Avoiding the light as best he could, Ryoga sat on a tree branch outside Ranko's room. She was studying, unlike her father, and seemed to be doing well at it. At one point she left the room, and went downstairs for dinner. Ryoga took the opportunity to quietly create a hole in the tree to stash his clothes. Nude, except for his black and yellow bandanna, Ryoga jumped to the house, and entered through the window. Once inside, he used a small cup of water that Ranko kept on her desk, to turn himself into a small black piglet.
"I'll protect her Ranma," Ryoga bwee'd in his piggy form.
...
Darkness descended upon Nerima like a stalking evil child molester at a kindergarten. Tofu took off his glasses and wiped them clean. He sighed before repeating himself, "From the fact that he turned to dust, and that small piece of wood we found with his ashes, implies that he was a vampire."
Akane stared at Tofu, her face perplexed like a Tefererian Puzzle, "But, I mean, did he want to date Ranko? Or get engaged to her?"
Tofu sighed, "No, from what she said, he wanted to kill her."
Akane nodded, as if seeming to grasp something, "So do you think that Ranko did something to him? Or maybe she said hi to him, and confused him into thinking he loved her?"
Tofu smiled, "No Akane, I think he was sent there to kill her, or to torture her, saying that he was sent there by her father."
Akane sat up quickly, "But that can't be, Ranma's dead. Fifteen years dead!"
"I know, but until we figure out why she was attacked by a vampire, we'll just have to keep her prepared. I found a book that explains how to fight vampires. Pretty standard really, wood through the heart, like an arrow or a wooden stake. Chopping off their head or setting them on fire. They are unnaturally strong and fast," Tofu finished, handing the book to Akane, "Make sure that you and Ranko read through this."
"Thanks Tofu, I appreciate it," Akane bowed and took the book upstairs to give to Ranko.
Akane knocked on Ranko's door, and opened it, walking in, "Hey Ranko, Tofu found a book about the guy who attacked....."
Speechless Akane stared at Ranko laying naked on her bed, a small black piglet between her legs. Ranko moaned as the piglets snout rubbed against her clit in small undulating circles. Ranko stared at her mother, unable to stop the orgasms that echoed through her, "Umm.. ah... its not what it looks like."
Akane smiled, "I used to have a pet piggy too, I called him P-chan. Where did this little guy come from?"
Ranko smiled, pulling the eager piggy up to her face and turning him towards her mother, "He was in here when I came up from dinner. I think he got lost, he was hiding in the closet."
The black piglet froze, staring at Akane, fear crossing his little piggy features. Akane smiled at him, "If it wasn't for the fact that he's still a piglet, I would swear he was my P-chan."
"Maybe that's what I'll call him, P-chan," Ranko smiled, turning the piggy back towards her, and hugging him to her naked breasts.
Akane walked over to Ranko's desk and set the book down, "Ranko, Tofu wanted you to read this book, it talks about the creature that attacked you last night."
"Thanks Mom," Ranko replied, bouncing a bit on her bed, "Umm, do you think you could leave now?"
"Oh!" Akane suddenly realized what her daughter had intended to do, "Yes, of course, you're naked, committing bestiality with a pig that looks like an old pet of mine. Perfectly normal," Akane then spoke more quietly as she left the room, closing the door behind her, "especially in this town."
...
Ranko smiled as she woke up to the gorgeous rays of sunshine. She kissed her new pet, P-chan on his snout, before making her way to the volume that Dr. Ono had asked her to read, "Vlad, interrupted," she laughed a bit as she read the title.
Skimming through the descriptions and characteristics of a vampire, Ranko nodded to herself, realizing that everything in the book perfectly described what had attacked her the other night. Sighing at the weirdness that kept entering her life she slipped on a long shirt she used as a pajama top and picked up her new pet.
Ranko quietly made her way to the bath, and disrobed once there. She sniffed P-chan, and her nose crinkled, "I knew it, you smell like pussy. Time to get you cleaned up sleepy head."
Ranko set P-chan a ways away from the water, while she cleaned herself up. Once she was done, she gently cleaned him, trying not to wake up the tired piglet, "You're not even budging, I guess I overworked you last night... hmm, maybe I'll give you a reward."
As Ranko rinsed off P-chan, he began to wake up. It wasn't until she got into the warm bath with him that he realized what was happening. In a second that felt like an eternity, P-chan transformed into Ryoga, and he sat on Ranko's lap in the bath, as naked as her.
Ranko, stared, not fully understanding what had happened. She stared at Ryoga's face, trying to figure out who the young man on her lap was. He smiled at her, nervously, and she saw the small pronounced canines in his mouth, looking like a pair of fangs. Her breathing became rapid, as she realized the bandanna he wore matched what the vampire the other night had been wearing.
Ryoga got up, trying to explain to her what happened. It wasn't until Ranko saw his erect penis, so close to her face that she reacted. First a punch to the low hanging testicles that were at eye level with her. She then grabbed one of his legs and stood up with it, unbalancing him, and making him fall into the bath. She took that chance to run out of the room, screaming for help.
Ranko bumped into her mother just outside of the bathroom, "Mom! A vampire, just like the other one, he attacked me in the bathroom!"
Akane stepped past Ranko and into the bathroom, ready to fight. Water from the bath was spilled all over the floor, and the window was open. Akane relaxed and turned to Ranko, "He must have escaped."
Ranko nodded.
...
Ranko stared at her counselor, Mousse, a tall Amazonian man, with thick glasses, emerald green eyes, and porcelain white skin. He looked at Ranko, and through Ranko, simply waiting for her to talk.
Ranko fidgeted under his gaze, trying to find a way to describe the feelings inside her without appearing to be a pervert. Mousse was patient, waiting for her, letting her form her words. He knew that she wanted to talk, but he was having trouble understanding how to get her to do it.
Mousse nodded to her, and Ranko relaxed. Mousse spoke calmly, his voice a higher pitch than what would be expected of a man his size, "What do you enjoy doing? What are your hobbies?"
Ranko paused, thinking about all of the times she masturbated. In the shower, at the dojo, while she slept, in classes while the teacher taught about algebraic equations, right now while Mousse looked at her, whenever she thought of her mother, during martial arts, while playing chess, and even with her friend Saburina. Ranko looked at her counselor, and shrugged, "Hanging out with friends, chess, martial arts. Pretty basic stuff."
Mousse nodded, "And are any of these hobbies part of your problem?"
Ranko pictured her mother straddling her, pinning her arms over her head, their faces so close that she could taste her mother's lips through the air. Ranko shook her head, "No, I don't think so."
Mousse nodded, "Very well, perhaps you should return to class, and we can talk again next week?"
Ranko nodded, "Thanks again Mousse."
"No problem Ms. Tendo," Mousse got up, and walked her to the door of his office.
...
Ryoga sat in the park, the hot sun beating down on him. He had to steal some clothes from one of Akane's neighbors, a pink polo shirt, and khaki cargo shorts. He had removed his bandanna after overhearing some people commenting about how it didn't match his outfit. Noticing the time, Ryoga made his way to his usual camp site, to wait for Ranko and her friend.
He was a bit late, and as he was crossing the path, he realized too late, that he had crossed in front of them.
"Hey!" Ranko called to him, "You got cleaned up?" She tugged on his elbow.
Ryoga turned, hoping she wouldn't recognize him from the bath. When she didn't freak out, Ryoga nodded, "Umm, yeah, I was lucky enough, and someone let me use their bath." He laughed nervously.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up homeless?" Ranko pointed over to where she usually found him camping.
Ryoga stared at her, not understanding, "That's one of my campsites," he pulled out a small touchscreen electronic device, "This is my GPS, I can only find places I've been to. When I get there, I save that location on my GPS." Ryoga saw that they weren't laughing at him, so he continued, "I haven't found my home yet."
"Why don't you come with me to my house?" Ranko asked, "We have a guest bedroom, and it is a martial artist's duty to help those who need it."
Ryoga smiled at the girls, "Thanks, I appreciate it. Let me just get my pack."
...
Akane stared at her daughter, and then back to Ryoga, she smiled at her old friend, "Ryoga, I'm amazed! I haven't seen you since... well, for a long time."
Ryoga nodded, "Yes, not since Ranma left."
Ranko boggled at what Ryoga had said, "Wait, you mean, you're THE Ryoga?"
Ryoga nodded, "Yes, I am." The group made their way to the table. Ryoga noticed the differences he had not had a chance to see the night before. Ranma's shrine in the corner, next to a shrine to both of Akane's parents. "I'm willing to help out as much as I can, while I'm here."
Akane nodded, "I know you're not the freeloading type Ryoga. We can put you up in Happosai's old room, he died five years ago."
...
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Previously on Unnecessary Ranma....
The world would be better off, without Ranma Saotome.
"Despite all the pain I brought you, and myself, I will live for our child Ranma."
Harsh sunlight burst into the room, like some perverted invader, casting its hot glow upon the exposed flesh of Ranko.
Ranko tensed suddenly, feeling the warm breath on the back of her neck, too late, she realized that her mother had her in a hold that she could never dream of escaping.
Her heartbeat slowed, until she could hear the soft quiet speech of her father. He stood before her in a vast field of white.
His hair was wild and long, whipping in some unseen wind, black as night, and shiny, with some other-worldly glow. His eyes were a cerulean blue, like a clear sky, and his handsome face was the same as it had been all those sixteen years ago.
Ranma sighed, "Ryoga, I don't have much time. I have to move on, I don't have a choice. I came to ask you to protect my family. I need to make sure that Ranko is protected. This hitchhiker will need someone with an energy similar to mine to be able to fully manifest in this world. He will be draining Ranko somehow."
The homeless man stared at her, his eyes angry, and said, "I have a message from your father. You weren't meant to exist. I'm here to kill you."
His tiger striped bandana and dark hair seemed to glow in the dark, and in his mouth, were a pair of horrible fangs. His eyes glowed a horrible red, and he was barely contained in his clothes, that fit him like a tight glove.
Several punches connected with the man, the excess energy oozing from Akane searing his flesh. The man grimaced through the pain of one attack, and suddenly had his hand on Akane's throat, squeezing the life out of her. She tried to break his grip, but he kept at it. She grabbed the man's throat, squeezing as hard as she could. Just before she was going to lose consciousness the man gasped, and turned to ashen dust.
Looking around, Akane saw Tofu helping Ranko into the house. Satisfied that her daughter was safe, Akane looked to where the man had been standing, "Was that you Ryoga? What happened to you?"
Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
...
Avoiding the light as best he could, Ryoga sat on a tree branch outside Ranko's room. She was studying, unlike her father, and seemed to be doing well at it. At one point she left the room, and went downstairs for dinner. Ryoga took the opportunity to quietly create a hole in the tree to stash his clothes. Nude, except for his black and yellow bandanna, Ryoga jumped to the house, and entered through the window. Once inside, he used a small cup of water that Ranko kept on her desk, to turn himself into a small black piglet.
"I'll protect her Ranma," Ryoga bwee'd in his piggy form.
...
Darkness descended upon Nerima like a stalking evil child molester at a kindergarten. Tofu took off his glasses and wiped them clean. He sighed before repeating himself, "From the fact that he turned to dust, and that small piece of wood we found with his ashes, implies that he was a vampire."
Akane stared at Tofu, her face perplexed like a Tefererian Puzzle, "But, I mean, did he want to date Ranko? Or get engaged to her?"
Tofu sighed, "No, from what she said, he wanted to kill her."
Akane nodded, as if seeming to grasp something, "So do you think that Ranko did something to him? Or maybe she said hi to him, and confused him into thinking he loved her?"
Tofu smiled, "No Akane, I think he was sent there to kill her, or to torture her, saying that he was sent there by her father."
Akane sat up quickly, "But that can't be, Ranma's dead. Fifteen years dead!"
"I know, but until we figure out why she was attacked by a vampire, we'll just have to keep her prepared. I found a book that explains how to fight vampires. Pretty standard really, wood through the heart, like an arrow or a wooden stake. Chopping off their head or setting them on fire. They are unnaturally strong and fast," Tofu finished, handing the book to Akane, "Make sure that you and Ranko read through this."
"Thanks Tofu, I appreciate it," Akane bowed and took the book upstairs to give to Ranko.
Akane knocked on Ranko's door, and opened it, walking in, "Hey Ranko, Tofu found a book about the guy who attacked....."
Speechless Akane stared at Ranko laying naked on her bed, a small black piglet between her legs. Ranko moaned as the piglets snout rubbed against her clit in small undulating circles. Ranko stared at her mother, unable to stop the orgasms that echoed through her, "Umm.. ah... its not what it looks like."
Akane smiled, "I used to have a pet piggy too, I called him P-chan. Where did this little guy come from?"
Ranko smiled, pulling the eager piggy up to her face and turning him towards her mother, "He was in here when I came up from dinner. I think he got lost, he was hiding in the closet."
The black piglet froze, staring at Akane, fear crossing his little piggy features. Akane smiled at him, "If it wasn't for the fact that he's still a piglet, I would swear he was my P-chan."
"Maybe that's what I'll call him, P-chan," Ranko smiled, turning the piggy back towards her, and hugging him to her naked breasts.
Akane walked over to Ranko's desk and set the book down, "Ranko, Tofu wanted you to read this book, it talks about the creature that attacked you last night."
"Thanks Mom," Ranko replied, bouncing a bit on her bed, "Umm, do you think you could leave now?"
"Oh!" Akane suddenly realized what her daughter had intended to do, "Yes, of course, you're naked, committing bestiality with a pig that looks like an old pet of mine. Perfectly normal," Akane then spoke more quietly as she left the room, closing the door behind her, "especially in this town."
...
Ranko smiled as she woke up to the gorgeous rays of sunshine. She kissed her new pet, P-chan on his snout, before making her way to the volume that Dr. Ono had asked her to read, "Vlad, interrupted," she laughed a bit as she read the title.
Skimming through the descriptions and characteristics of a vampire, Ranko nodded to herself, realizing that everything in the book perfectly described what had attacked her the other night. Sighing at the weirdness that kept entering her life she slipped on a long shirt she used as a pajama top and picked up her new pet.
Ranko quietly made her way to the bath, and disrobed once there. She sniffed P-chan, and her nose crinkled, "I knew it, you smell like pussy. Time to get you cleaned up sleepy head."
Ranko set P-chan a ways away from the water, while she cleaned herself up. Once she was done, she gently cleaned him, trying not to wake up the tired piglet, "You're not even budging, I guess I overworked you last night... hmm, maybe I'll give you a reward."
As Ranko rinsed off P-chan, he began to wake up. It wasn't until she got into the warm bath with him that he realized what was happening. In a second that felt like an eternity, P-chan transformed into Ryoga, and he sat on Ranko's lap in the bath, as naked as her.
Ranko, stared, not fully understanding what had happened. She stared at Ryoga's face, trying to figure out who the young man on her lap was. He smiled at her, nervously, and she saw the small pronounced canines in his mouth, looking like a pair of fangs. Her breathing became rapid, as she realized the bandanna he wore matched what the vampire the other night had been wearing.
Ryoga got up, trying to explain to her what happened. It wasn't until Ranko saw his erect penis, so close to her face that she reacted. First a punch to the low hanging testicles that were at eye level with her. She then grabbed one of his legs and stood up with it, unbalancing him, and making him fall into the bath. She took that chance to run out of the room, screaming for help.
Ranko bumped into her mother just outside of the bathroom, "Mom! A vampire, just like the other one, he attacked me in the bathroom!"
Akane stepped past Ranko and into the bathroom, ready to fight. Water from the bath was spilled all over the floor, and the window was open. Akane relaxed and turned to Ranko, "He must have escaped."
Ranko nodded.
...
Ranko stared at her counselor, Mousse, a tall Amazonian man, with thick glasses, emerald green eyes, and porcelain white skin. He looked at Ranko, and through Ranko, simply waiting for her to talk.
Ranko fidgeted under his gaze, trying to find a way to describe the feelings inside her without appearing to be a pervert. Mousse was patient, waiting for her, letting her form her words. He knew that she wanted to talk, but he was having trouble understanding how to get her to do it.
Mousse nodded to her, and Ranko relaxed. Mousse spoke calmly, his voice a higher pitch than what would be expected of a man his size, "What do you enjoy doing? What are your hobbies?"
Ranko paused, thinking about all of the times she masturbated. In the shower, at the dojo, while she slept, in classes while the teacher taught about algebraic equations, right now while Mousse looked at her, whenever she thought of her mother, during martial arts, while playing chess, and even with her friend Saburina. Ranko looked at her counselor, and shrugged, "Hanging out with friends, chess, martial arts. Pretty basic stuff."
Mousse nodded, "And are any of these hobbies part of your problem?"
Ranko pictured her mother straddling her, pinning her arms over her head, their faces so close that she could taste her mother's lips through the air. Ranko shook her head, "No, I don't think so."
Mousse nodded, "Very well, perhaps you should return to class, and we can talk again next week?"
Ranko nodded, "Thanks again Mousse."
"No problem Ms. Tendo," Mousse got up, and walked her to the door of his office.
...
Ryoga sat in the park, the hot sun beating down on him. He had to steal some clothes from one of Akane's neighbors, a pink polo shirt, and khaki cargo shorts. He had removed his bandanna after overhearing some people commenting about how it didn't match his outfit. Noticing the time, Ryoga made his way to his usual camp site, to wait for Ranko and her friend.
He was a bit late, and as he was crossing the path, he realized too late, that he had crossed in front of them.
"Hey!" Ranko called to him, "You got cleaned up?" She tugged on his elbow.
Ryoga turned, hoping she wouldn't recognize him from the bath. When she didn't freak out, Ryoga nodded, "Umm, yeah, I was lucky enough, and someone let me use their bath." He laughed nervously.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up homeless?" Ranko pointed over to where she usually found him camping.
Ryoga stared at her, not understanding, "That's one of my campsites," he pulled out a small touchscreen electronic device, "This is my GPS, I can only find places I've been to. When I get there, I save that location on my GPS." Ryoga saw that they weren't laughing at him, so he continued, "I haven't found my home yet."
"Why don't you come with me to my house?" Ranko asked, "We have a guest bedroom, and it is a martial artist's duty to help those who need it."
Ryoga smiled at the girls, "Thanks, I appreciate it. Let me just get my pack."
...
Akane stared at her daughter, and then back to Ryoga, she smiled at her old friend, "Ryoga, I'm amazed! I haven't seen you since... well, for a long time."
Ryoga nodded, "Yes, not since Ranma left."
Ranko boggled at what Ryoga had said, "Wait, you mean, you're THE Ryoga?"
Ryoga nodded, "Yes, I am." The group made their way to the table. Ryoga noticed the differences he had not had a chance to see the night before. Ranma's shrine in the corner, next to a shrine to both of Akane's parents. "I'm willing to help out as much as I can, while I'm here."
Akane nodded, "I know you're not the freeloading type Ryoga. We can put you up in Happosai's old room, he died five years ago."
...
Monday, January 7, 2013
Unnecessary Ranma - Past and Present
I do not own Ranma 1/2
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Ranma stared at Akane, as she bounced around the kitchen preparing the ingredients for the curry she was going to make. Ranma smiled as Akane caught herself picking sugar instead of the onion powder she was looking for. She paused, staring at the label for long moments, before looking up and catching Ranma smirking at her. "Shut up," Akane said to his smirk, and went back to getting everything ready.
Ranma laughed out loud at her statement, and returned to admiring her short hair, which bounced with her enthusiasm. Akane's chocolate brown eyes glittered with the delight of cooking, and her chest heaved from excitement and anticipation. Ranma pictured her naked, like she had been the night before. Supple, succulent, sizable, savory breasts, with nipples hard, like soft pebbles, and the size of cherries.
Akane was limber when she made love to him, arching her back as she rode him in reverse, so that he could kiss her neck from behind. He would roll her nipples between his fingers, sometimes the pleasure overtook him so much that he would grab her whole breast in his hand, squeezing like a ravenous beast. Lust drove him into a furious pumping pace, and each time their bodies met it was like a violent bass drum. Bam, bam, bam.
Ranma knew for certain that he loved her. He was going to elope with her, his only true fiance, the only woman he truly loved. He only had to find a way to get rid of the amazons.
...
Ranko woke up from her sleep, sore and aching from the night before. She stared at the ceiling, panting, as visions of making love with her mother flitted through her mind, resonating from the dream world to reality with shocking and wet consequences. Her fingers worked in and out of her sex at a furious pace, the taste of her mother's cherry nipples on her lips, Ranko gasped, mouth open, hungry to devour the big beautiful breasts.
Stars danced and every muscle in her body tensed, and with a wavering whispered moan, she was released from a powerful, soul-wrenching orgasm. Ranko lay in bed, her face glowing with sweat and lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, remembering her father doing the same thing in her dreams. It was tangy, like a sweet rotting oranges.
"I need a bath," Ranko said, her face scrunched in disgust.
...
A crate of old unused oranges smashed on the wall next to Ranma. He raised his hands in front, trying to calm down Shampoo as she lifted a heavy green dumpster over her head to throw at him, "Calm down Shampoo! I've been telling ya for this whole past year I didn't wanta get married to you!"
"Shampoo, hate you Ranma! I'll crush you like bug! You worse than Mousse!" Shampoo threw the the dumpster at Ranma with all her might. Ranma dodged instinctively and stared at the hole it made in the thick brick wall.
Shocked, Ranma failed to dodge Shampoo's next attack. A pressure point press, took away Ranma's strength, another spot applied the full body cat-tongue, leaving him sensitive even to room temperature water, finally she applied the memory erase shampoo that was her expertise, wiping everyone he loved out of his life.
Shampoo stared down at the unconscious boy, and threw him violently into a nearby puddle in the alleyway. The water splashed, and Ranma transformed into his cursed female form, locked, weakened, and his life completely stripped from him.
...
Ranko sat in the warm bath, staring at the ceiling, once again picturing her mother nude. No strange feelings entered her mind. She had no desire to sleep with her mother. Yet, what did the dreams mean? She couldn't grasp why she had such feelings. Was she repressed? Sick? Delusional? A pervert?
All she knew was how amazing she felt afterward. How close she felt to her father, and how loved she felt. It was like communing with her father's spirit. He was guiding her, granting her his powers. Making her more like him.
Ranko slipped more into the water. Was she losing who she was? Should she find a way to stop this? He was making her stronger, she knew that for certain, but at this rate, who would she be? Herself, or her father?
A knock at the door, and Ranko heard her mother speak from the other side of the door way, "Ranko, breakfast is ready, hurry up and finish. I want you to eat before you head to school."
"Okay! Thanks Mom! I'll be out in a sec," Ranko shuddered, as her mother's voice sent a soft tingle down to her sex. I'm a pervert she thought, sighing.
...
The shadow man sucked on Ranma's neck, and no matter what she did, she knew that she could never break free of him. Her hands were pinned over her head, and she was too weak to resist. The clouds parted, and she saw his dark hair, which was held up by a black and yellow bandanna. He pulled up, pounding his engorged meat into her, hurting her. She didn't know who he was, and every time she tried to remember him, her mind would go blank, and his face would disappear.
The shadow man leaned down and bit her nipple, causing Ranma to scream in pain. The man pulled up, stretching her breast, tugging on it by the nipple, hurting her even more. Suddenly she popped out of his mouth, and he laughed at her yips of pain. "I've finally beaten you Ranma," the man whispered to her, his mouth in a wide grin, small fangs catching in the moonlight, as he came into her deeply.
...
Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
The counselor was a middle aged Chinese man, with long black hair, and exotic, intoxicating green eyes, that drew Ranko into them. He wore thick prescription glasses, and a white flowing Chinese style suit. He smiled, comfortingly and said, "Would you like to tell me what is making you feel this way?"
...
...
Ranma stared at Akane, as she bounced around the kitchen preparing the ingredients for the curry she was going to make. Ranma smiled as Akane caught herself picking sugar instead of the onion powder she was looking for. She paused, staring at the label for long moments, before looking up and catching Ranma smirking at her. "Shut up," Akane said to his smirk, and went back to getting everything ready.
Ranma laughed out loud at her statement, and returned to admiring her short hair, which bounced with her enthusiasm. Akane's chocolate brown eyes glittered with the delight of cooking, and her chest heaved from excitement and anticipation. Ranma pictured her naked, like she had been the night before. Supple, succulent, sizable, savory breasts, with nipples hard, like soft pebbles, and the size of cherries.
Akane was limber when she made love to him, arching her back as she rode him in reverse, so that he could kiss her neck from behind. He would roll her nipples between his fingers, sometimes the pleasure overtook him so much that he would grab her whole breast in his hand, squeezing like a ravenous beast. Lust drove him into a furious pumping pace, and each time their bodies met it was like a violent bass drum. Bam, bam, bam.
Ranma knew for certain that he loved her. He was going to elope with her, his only true fiance, the only woman he truly loved. He only had to find a way to get rid of the amazons.
...
Ranko woke up from her sleep, sore and aching from the night before. She stared at the ceiling, panting, as visions of making love with her mother flitted through her mind, resonating from the dream world to reality with shocking and wet consequences. Her fingers worked in and out of her sex at a furious pace, the taste of her mother's cherry nipples on her lips, Ranko gasped, mouth open, hungry to devour the big beautiful breasts.
Stars danced and every muscle in her body tensed, and with a wavering whispered moan, she was released from a powerful, soul-wrenching orgasm. Ranko lay in bed, her face glowing with sweat and lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, remembering her father doing the same thing in her dreams. It was tangy, like a sweet rotting oranges.
"I need a bath," Ranko said, her face scrunched in disgust.
...
A crate of old unused oranges smashed on the wall next to Ranma. He raised his hands in front, trying to calm down Shampoo as she lifted a heavy green dumpster over her head to throw at him, "Calm down Shampoo! I've been telling ya for this whole past year I didn't wanta get married to you!"
"Shampoo, hate you Ranma! I'll crush you like bug! You worse than Mousse!" Shampoo threw the the dumpster at Ranma with all her might. Ranma dodged instinctively and stared at the hole it made in the thick brick wall.
Shocked, Ranma failed to dodge Shampoo's next attack. A pressure point press, took away Ranma's strength, another spot applied the full body cat-tongue, leaving him sensitive even to room temperature water, finally she applied the memory erase shampoo that was her expertise, wiping everyone he loved out of his life.
Shampoo stared down at the unconscious boy, and threw him violently into a nearby puddle in the alleyway. The water splashed, and Ranma transformed into his cursed female form, locked, weakened, and his life completely stripped from him.
...
Ranko sat in the warm bath, staring at the ceiling, once again picturing her mother nude. No strange feelings entered her mind. She had no desire to sleep with her mother. Yet, what did the dreams mean? She couldn't grasp why she had such feelings. Was she repressed? Sick? Delusional? A pervert?
All she knew was how amazing she felt afterward. How close she felt to her father, and how loved she felt. It was like communing with her father's spirit. He was guiding her, granting her his powers. Making her more like him.
Ranko slipped more into the water. Was she losing who she was? Should she find a way to stop this? He was making her stronger, she knew that for certain, but at this rate, who would she be? Herself, or her father?
A knock at the door, and Ranko heard her mother speak from the other side of the door way, "Ranko, breakfast is ready, hurry up and finish. I want you to eat before you head to school."
"Okay! Thanks Mom! I'll be out in a sec," Ranko shuddered, as her mother's voice sent a soft tingle down to her sex. I'm a pervert she thought, sighing.
...
The shadow man sucked on Ranma's neck, and no matter what she did, she knew that she could never break free of him. Her hands were pinned over her head, and she was too weak to resist. The clouds parted, and she saw his dark hair, which was held up by a black and yellow bandanna. He pulled up, pounding his engorged meat into her, hurting her. She didn't know who he was, and every time she tried to remember him, her mind would go blank, and his face would disappear.
The shadow man leaned down and bit her nipple, causing Ranma to scream in pain. The man pulled up, stretching her breast, tugging on it by the nipple, hurting her even more. Suddenly she popped out of his mouth, and he laughed at her yips of pain. "I've finally beaten you Ranma," the man whispered to her, his mouth in a wide grin, small fangs catching in the moonlight, as he came into her deeply.
...
Ranko sat outside the school counselor's office. When she was called in, she sat in silence for a full five minutes, before looking at the counselor and whispering, with tears in her eyes, "I think I have a problem."
The counselor was a middle aged Chinese man, with long black hair, and exotic, intoxicating green eyes, that drew Ranko into them. He wore thick prescription glasses, and a white flowing Chinese style suit. He smiled, comfortingly and said, "Would you like to tell me what is making you feel this way?"
...
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