Fatal Attraction

Chapter 5

Written By: DaisukiFox & Daisidian

DaisukiFox: Lemon ahead! You've been warned but considering this is rated M you probably knew that.

Disclaimer: DaisukiFox nor Obsidian own Ranma 1/2, Ranma 1/2 is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media. Please support the official release.

Ranma gulped as the glow from her bracelet faded and she was suddenly looking up into Ryoga's eyes. She noticed that the normally anguished look in his eyes was gone and that they had softened after making love. She realized what had happened as he softened inside her now-aching vagina and thrust him away from her with a cry. She averted her eyes from his half-nude state and was very confused by the blood present on his member and on her thighs.

"Ryoga...I...we couldn't have!" she cried when she realized what that meant.

Ryoga's bracelet was still glowing, so he smiled at her in a beatific way and said, "We made love the way we were always meant to darling" and reached for her. She leaped up and pulled on her pants without even bothering with her boxers.

"Don't touch me!" she demanded as she threw on her shirt and did up the frogs in a haphazard manner.

The last thing she did was tied her ribbon around her head bandana style and simply knotted it at the back, this only caused her panic to increase.

Ryoga pulled up his pants and frowned at the stricken girl. "Ranma what's wrong, did I hurt you?" he asked and started advancing towards her when he noticed her light pants showed signs of blood at the crotch.

"Everything's fine Ryoga" she said and gave him a bright, false smile and whirled and ran in the direction of the Neko Hanten.

She could feel the coma coming on with each frantic stride as she ran away from Ryoga but didn't care; she figured the old ghoul would have something to sustain her consciousness.

Ryoga put his shirt on and frowned after the departing girl. He wondered what he'd done to make his woman flee; surely he couldn't have been that bad of a lover? He was still frowning when his bracelet stopped glowing...and he remembered what happened. He made it to the edge of the porch before he threw up. He groaned when he felt Ranma's pain pulling him. He threw himself to his knees and cried out, "Dear gods why me!?" he felt very much put out by their choice of a mate for him.

He could still feel Ranma running in panic like a wounded animal seeking out a place to lick her wounds and grew concerned for her. Pulling himself out of his depression, he strode purposely forward to find her before she collapsed again. They had made love, he owned her that at least until they could break the curse and he could marry Akane. 'Akane, please forgive me,' he silently begged her as he followed his worse enemy...and a new lover.

Ranma could feel herself weakening and soon was barely shuffling and using the walls to hold herself up as she reached the café. She was almost beyond words when she approached the door in a trance-like state.

"Nihoa! Ranma you come for date with Shampoo?" Shampoo said, the restaurant was slow so she was acting as a greeter, or mainly just hanging out around the door. She became concerned when Ranma looked at her with a panicked expression...and collapsed forward. Shampoo gasped and caught the unconscious girl. "Mousse get great-grandmother, I think Ranma been in fight!" she cried.

He peered at the unconscious girl, her clothes were disheveled and she seemed to be bleeding, "She certainly has been alright" he agreed.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, help me carry her up to Shampoo's room!" she cried and yelled for Cologne to come.

"I don't like the idea of him being in your room!" Mousse snarled back, but carried her arms as they got the light-weight girl to Shampoo's futon.

Cologne took one look at Ranma's high coloring, hastily buttoned frogs, where she was bleeding, and quickly deduced what had happened. "What happen, Great-Grandmother? Someone beat Ranma up?" Shampoo the innocent virgin asked.

Cologne felt herself trying not to laugh at this.

"No! She's been fucking," she said as she was not one to mince words. Both Mousse and Shampoo blushed at this and Mousse got a nosebleed.

"Hotdog, I would never have thought that Ryoga had it in him," Mousse said, seeing the end of Ranma's relationship with Shampoo right before his eyes.

"That bastard, I kill him for taking my airen's virginity!" Shampoo snarled.

"We'll have time for that later, I need the Heart of Shaola in order to bring Ranma out of her coma!" Cologne ordered.

"Where it be?" Shampoo asked, ready to dive into action to save her beloved Ranma.

"On my futon," Cologne said pointing.

"You no be serious," Shampoo said in surprise.

"Don't ask questions, someone put it into bed with her and fix her ribbon!" Cologne ordered.

"Because ribbon not work if not in bow?" Shampoo asked bending to the task.

"No! It just looks like crap that way is all," Cologne said.

Shampoo arranged Ranma's ribbon so that it was in a bow at the side of her head and placed the Heart of Shaola beside her.

"Wow, she looks really cute that way," Mousse commented.

Ranma woke up to find herself lying on a nice warm futon; she noted that the room was purple with pink curtains that matched the comforter that she lay under. Nestled in her arms was a pink teddy bear with long curling eyelashes, a red heart-shaped nose, and a huge red bow around its neck. It was the gayest-looking bear in the gayest-looking room that she'd ever been in. She flung it from her. "No! You need to keep on holding onto Little Misses Kisses until Ryoga comes," Cologne said.

"I can feel him getting close."

"Why?" Ranma asked and hugged the bear close instinctively.

"She has the Heart of Shaola sewn into her belly. It shall keep you awake until Ryoga gets here, its power can animate the dead themselves," Cologne explained.

"Why Great-Grandmother hide too too precious jewel in such stupid place?" Shampoo asked.

"Things keep on disappearing on me, especially the passion pepper," she returned with a glare. Both Shampoo and Mousse blushed at this. "Leave us alone" she ordered and they departed. "Ranma how did this happen?" The wise elder asked her.

Ranma blushed, "I-we were just talking about old times and actually connecting, and then the bracelets flared to life, and we..." she said, unable to finish her sentence.

"I see, the bracelets sensed that you actually have feelings for each other and took advantage of that. Ranma, how do you feel about what occurred?" Cologne asked.

"I'm sore in places I've never imagined being and yet I enjoyed it," she admitted. "It felt good."

"Sex does child, it only hurts your first time, but you have to stop yourself from having it again with Ryoga or you can't marry my Shampoo." She cautioned.

Personally, Ranma thought that this was the best news she'd heard the whole fucked up day. "Before you go, I need to give you this," Cologne said and handed Ranma a plastic bag.

Ranma opened it to read Massengill disposable douche on the package. "Is this ancient Chinese magic?" she asked dubiously.

"No, it's ancient women's magic, women need to go deeper to clean and you get funky after sex if you don't. It's just water and vinegar, just follow the instructions," she said and departed with Ranma looking nervously at the long spout attached to the bottle.

Mousse answered the door to Ryoga's knock. Ryoga himself was having a strange time being able to find his way around...as long as all directions led to Ranma...it was better than GPS. "Hey stud muffin, heard you scored. How was it?" Mousse asked.

"Better than with a guy I imagine," Ryoga said without missing a beat. Mousse stalked off muttering about what he would do to little old ladies who couldn't keep their traps shut.

Shampoo stood before Ryoga surrounded by battle fury, "You Ryoga Hibiki have ruined my airen, prepare to receive kiss of death!" she cried and started towards him, only to be brought short as Mousse had returned and caught her by her hair.

"That only applies to women, for men it is the kiss of marriage and you know that. Honestly, Shampoo you've issued ten of those in the last year and three in the last month alone to different guys. How many husbands do you intend to have?" he growled at her.

"So many cute men in world," she said while Mousse large sweat dropped. "It be good, Ranma and Ryoga are cute and Shampoo have strong daughters for both of them!" she enthused.

"Tramp," Mousse said.

"Leave children, Ryoga come up and see Ranma, you have much to talk about," Cologne said.

Ryoga was surprised to find Ranma hugging a teddy bear while lounging on a pink draped futon, with the ribbon in her hair she looked just adorable.

"Ryoga…" her voice trailed softly as she stood up and allowed the bear to fall to the ground. "How dare you take advantage of me like that!" she thundered. "I was...I've never!" she cried and was surprised when his strong arms came up to envelope her.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked as he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, to draw her against his strong chest.

"Let it out, I've heard losing your virginity can be a pretty emotional experience for a girl," he said.

"Damn it Ryoga, I'm a guy... I-I don't cry!" she shouted, unable to hold her tears as she struggled against him.

"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with being upset. I'm sorry Ranma; I never meant to do that to you. I wasn't in my right mind..." he soothed.

Ranma surprised herself when she burst into tears, somehow that Ryoga wasn't doing his usual storming around and was being nice to her made her upset. She held tightly to him as she sobbed against his chest, finally understanding why everyone wanted to hug her large male form so much.

Being held like this was nice. She felt safe, cared about, and...loved. She held onto him long after the crying jag was done; just enjoy being held against his now-damp shirt. He raised her head by lifting her chin; calloused fingers pushed her hair out of her eyes and then stroked the remnants of her tears away. The loneliness and confusion in her eyes spoke to his own and his head moved forward of its own volition to capture her pliant lips.

Ranma arms snaked around his neck, then closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side.

Ryoga at first wasn't able to hold himself back anymore, there was something about Ranma that caught his attention. It was as if he was acting on pure instinct, his mind was set on making this woman his... the strangest part of it all... was it the fact that his actions weren't controlled by the bracelets attached to his arm. When any of his actions involved said bracelet, he felt a magical control, one that control guided him throughout his actions; pushing his emotions and concern for Ranma further than ever before.

It wasn't as if he had much for Ranma, even though they were rivals. It's said that rivals understood one another at a deeper level than most other people. Some rivals of the opposite sexes have even come to love each other. Ranma's and Ryoga's case was a rare one indeed. 'I-I need Ranma... w-why do I need him? He's a guy and I'm a guy!' all the logic in his head wouldn't allow him to pull back now.

There was always a sense of pride in whatever Ranma did, what happened when an attraction to someone came along? Obviously, that sense of pride would fade; at least for a while. 'Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me!' Ranma thought to herself.

She was the man amongst men, the strongest heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes, yet, here she was... pressing her lips to the man she viewed as her strongest rival. 'I-I'm not even under that damn thing's control...' Ranma thought before letting it all go. If she hadn't truly been into this, she could've pulled away now. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The Lost Boy pulled his head back and stared at the red-headed girl for a moment, his eyes half closed and tired looking. "Ranma... why you?" he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

The red-headed girl felt a little disappointed that Ryoga had moved his lips away from her, and that scared her to think that she actually cared about not having her lips pressed firmly against his, "Why me, what?" she asked, her expression almost exactly mimicking Ryoga's.

"Why do I have to love you...?" he asked, but wouldn't let her respond when he began undoing her silk shirt. Then leaning back in to capture her lips in his once more, this time going as far as begging her to part her lips.

Ranma wasn't sure whether to grant him access to her mouth, 'T-this is going too far!' she thought, struggling with the inner turmoil. She took in one shuttering breath and reluctantly allowed his tongue to slip inside her mouth.

That's when Ryoga felt the uneasy feeling in his chest fade; it was almost like taking in a fresh breath of air. The fact that she had struggled a bit, scared him. Now that she had accepted, he finished unbuttoning her shirt.

Ranma clumsily began taking off her shirt, moving around one of her arms to slide it out of the sleeve, then doing the same process with the other, causing it to fall behind her. Her chest was exposed, and the feeling was odd, "Close your eyes..." she whispered, having pulled back from the kiss.

Ryoga did as she commanded and moved his hands away from her as she leaned in and grabbed the bottom edges of his shirt; pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. It was certainly awkward, but that hadn't stopped Ryoga from moving forward, they had already gotten this far. What would be the point of stopping? From there, Ryoga wrapped his arms around her and angled himself so that he was standing on his own two feet; all while his lips were back to where they rightfully belonged.

On the red-headed girl's lips.

Ranma shrieked in surprise but followed his actions when he felt that she was at a good enough level she placed both her feet down firmly on the ground. They attacked each other's lips, neither one letting up. This was of course in order to allow Ryoga to remove Ranma's pants... they would be such a bother to rip off, although it was possible... Ryoga felt a need to be tender, a need to please Ranma in a much more gentle way. Slowly, he placed his hands on her hips... grasping the band of her pants.

She was of course nervous, but that didn't stop her. When he had gotten to a certain point Ranma leaned downward while keeping up her passionate kiss... then there was a slight thudding sound as her pants hit the floor. Slipping her feet through the fabric, Ranma lightly kicked her pants away.

Ryoga followed her actions... pants and boxers would only get in the way. For some reason, unbeknownst to them, they were unable to stop themselves, even their rational thought evaded their control...

Now they both stood completely nude, nothing stood between them, but their own fear of going through with the act.

Ryoga was the first to acknowledge their prediction, "Ranma..." he whispered in a husky tone.

"Y-yeah...?" Ranma stuttered, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I'll be gentle... I promise," he said, wrapping his arms around his rival and lover.

Ryoga went down on her as she pulled them back down to the soft futon. Fiercely beginning their dance of lips once more, all while they were mentally preparing for what was to come.

The build-up was almost too much for Ryoga to bare, so, he positioned himself in a way that alerted Ranma of his eagerness to proceed to the last step of their intimate moment. 'D-damn... h-here it comes...' Ranma thought, right before she parted her legs.

Heaving out a rather long sigh, the Lost Boy closed his eyes and placed his manhood against her silt. Looking down at her, he waited for any sign of approval, when he saw that she reluctantly shook her head... he drove right in.

"Ngh!" they moaned in unison.

For Ryoga, this feeling wasn't entirely new, but it did mean much more to him than the first time... it was on purpose. This was a way for him to make up what he had done to Ranma, with something meaningful, something that was deeper than any magic could go.

Their actions were seized, but not completely tamed... no, it was only the beginning. "G-go!" Ranma demanded, squinting her eyes closed while her head was facing to the side.

Ryoga nodded his head with a quivering lip and forced himself to move, the motion was slow... each thrust was a shock to their systems. The Lost Boy dug his hands into the side of the futon as he gradually began to pick up the pace. He of course considered what Ranma was going through, that is the reason why he had to go at a slowly increasing rate.

As the thrusting continued, Ranma felt tensed up even more than before, so, she shot her arms out and snaked them around the back of Ryoga's neck, "H-harder, Pig-Breath!" she ordered, for once just losing all control and giving into the moment.

"Y-yes, Ranma, you bastard!" Ryoga retorted, doing as she had instructed, and began pounding away at the warm insides of the girl's vagina.

A gasp escaped Ranma's mouth, she instinctively clamped her legs around the Lost Boy's hips, rocking her own hips onto Ryoga's. The pressure from their lovemaking actually caused the house to cry and make strange squeaking noises; not loud enough for anyone to hear downstairs.

It seemed like hours to them, they felt the moment of their orgasms come near. That was strange to the two because it wasn't something you could actually sense unless you were trained in this sort of thing, which neither of the two amateurs were; when it was the bracelet's doing. The only thing was... that was their only task, nor did it require it to glow in order to alert them of that.

There it was! They reached the peak of their orgasms and both cringed at the experience, Ryoga having hilted his member inside her once more and releasing his seed into her. The red-headed girl's vagina also came at the same moment as Ryoga's manhood did; clamping down on him and milking him for all he had.

"AH!" They both moaned before Ryoga collapsed on top of the redhead girl.

Laying there in calm silence, Ryoga lazily rose his head and looked at her. "W-wow..." he blushed.

"W-wow... is right..." Ranma panted.

Meanwhile, three Amazons were waiting patiently downstairs, "What they do in Shampoo's room so long?" Shampoo asked to the room at large.

Back to Ranma and Ryoga. The two had gotten onto the futon in a much more comfortable position, Ranma was holding onto Ryoga from the side, her hand resting on his chest. "This is weird..." She commented, not sounding disappointed, just stating the truth of the matter.

The black-haired boy nodded his head, "I know... I don't think I'll ever be able to look at Akane again," the lost boy said, sighing.

"Yeah, that's really nice to say to the girl you just said you loved..." Ranma replied she didn't seem bothered by the fact that Ryoga still held some hopes for the blue-haired Tendo girl.

"You're not actually a girl... I doubt you're even gay." Ryoga said, turning his head to her.

"I'm a girl right now...," she said, in order to cope with the fact that she was in fact born a guy and just committed something that was considered homosexual for someone like him. Although he was a gender-shifting martial artist, that didn't excuse his actions from being claimed as gay, "But it's pretty obvious we're being controlled by these stupid things." Ranma stated, then looked to her wrist. She had to do a double check... "Huh?" she wondered, "Wasn't there a bracelet on me?" she asked.

"What do you mean...?" Ryoga asked, then raised his own wrist and saw that his hand also didn't have the magical bracelet anymore.

"Oh shit..." both muttered.

DaisukiFox: This lemon was actually written by me. My first so it kind of has something special about it. Though like I said this story is old and I'm glad I can save it.

Anyways, take care, everyone.

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