This story contains graphic depections of sexual acts. If you don't like
that kind of story, then DO NOT READ ANY FARTHER! (How hard is that to
understand?) If you aren't at least 18 (or whatever the minimum age is
in your vicinity), DO NOT READ ANY FARTHER! (How hard is *THAT* to
understand?) Performing either of those acts constitutes solely your
own action, and that you did *NOT* comply with the given guidelines.
I will *NOT* be held responsible for your breaking of any law by
distributing this to underage people!

You've been warned.

Also, this story will not continue. It's a one-shot written mostly for
Henry Cobb & those who asked nicely. :) (See, C&C is GOOD! Not commenting
is BAD).

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     Takes place right after Akane finds Shampoo in the bath with Ranma.
>From the moment of discovery onward, it is an alternate timeline. :)

                   Wild Horse Charging into the Mist.
                        (sorry, it's a pretty bad title, but it works :)
                   A semi-parody lemon by Ben Kosse
                                     (who can't believe he's doing this)

     Nabiki had left rather hurridly, as did Soun and Genma, all kindly
saying "Good bye" through the kitchen door.
     Kasumi was humming quietly to herself as she was drying dishes. A
pounding sound echoed from the other room: Akane probably left an impression
on Ranma yet again. The sound was becoming so routine, Kasumi didn't even
loose her note in her little ditty. What did make her stop humming was the
wickedly loud slamming of the door. That was new.
     The routine of dish-drying slowed down to a crawl as she thought of
going and seeing who was missing. However, it was only moments later when
a very hurt looking Ranma walked into the kitchen, his right arm tightly
against his side. She looked at the dejected figure, "Are you OK, Ranma?"
     "Yeah. I'm just going to get an ice pack."
     "Let me help." Kasumi put down the plate she was drying, and grabbed
a washcloth from the drawer. She also took a plastic sac and filled it with
ice. Using a sturdy glass, she crushed the ice a little, and wrapped the
bag in the washcloth. "Here Ranma."
     Ranma was sitting at the table. He gratefully accepted the ice pack
and placed it against his bruised ribs, inside his shirt, wincing at the
contact.
     "Ranma...." Kasumi looked at the teen, he had seen better days. To be
honest, he probably would have fared better fighting a god. "Ranma, what
happened?"
     "I don't want to talk about it."
     They looked at each other for a long time. Kasumi was crying inside
for Ranma.
     "Ranma.... Please don't do this. Tell me what happened."
     Again, a long pause. A battle of patience had ensued, one which Ranma
was destined to loose. Finally, he snapped, exploding in a rage which was
focused only through his words. "SHE JUST DOESN'T LISTEN TO ME! I DIDN'T
PLAN FOR HER TO END UP IN THE DAMN BATH! AKANE JUST WALKED IN AND THOUGHT
I WAS SCREWING SHAMPOO! I COULDN'T EXPLAIN, I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
     "Oh my." Then the full enormity of what Ranma had said sunk into her
mind. That would explain why Akane left in such a huff, Kasumi thought to
herself. "Oh my."
     Ranma was trying not to cry, but was shaking with the effort. He wasn't
crying from the pain in his side, but the thought that he lost Akane forever.
He didn't want to hurt her like this, but somehow, something always got in
the way. Something wouldn't let him have Akane.
     Kasumi sat down beside him, and moved close. She pulled him close,
trying to comfort the twice-cursed boy. Finally, his head against her breast,
he began to truely cry. She started stroking his hair absentmindedly, almost
like she was petting him.
     Finally, Ranma stopped crying. He started to get up. Kasumi asked:
"Are you going to be fine, Ranma?"
     "Yeah. I'm just going to my room to sulk."
     She followed him upstairs, wanting to make sure that he was truely going
to be fine. She couldn't figure out what it was that Akane hated about him
so much. He noticed that she was following, and was silently thankful. Now that
he had actually admitted his feelings, he thought that it was a lot nicer to
have a compassionate shoulder to cry against than nothing.
     "Ranma, can I do anything for you?" Kasumi asked Ranma while he sat down
on his futon.
     He grunted his affermation, and she understood what he wanted, sitting
beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer.
     The warmth of her body started to work its way into Ranma's cold side,
bringing a wonderful feeling to his wounded ribs. A wonderful contrast to the
cold ice pack. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her only slightly
closer. As wonderful as she felt, his ribs were bruised after all, and there
was a limit to the pressure which could be applied without causing extreme
pain. "Kasumi, thank you." Ranma turned towards Kasumi after he said that,
looking towards her face.
     "What for?" The two looked at each other for a long time, trying to
discern what was happening.
     "You're always there for me. You're so kind and considerate.... It's
almost like you understand me. It's so nice to have someone here I can be
honest with, someone who doesn't just hit me all the time." He sniffled
a little bit.
     "R-Ranma?" Her eyes melted into his. She was beginning to regret having
said that Akane would be the one to get Ranma. She liked his humor, and even
his sarcasm was nice sometimes. Besides, she couldn't deny that he was cute.
     "Kasumi. C-Can I be honest again?" She nodded her affirmation. He took
a long time before he continued, speaking so rapidly it took Kasumi a few
moments to decipher his words. "I wish I had been engaged to you." It was a
tremendous weight off his mind, yet he was afraid of what she might say.
     "Ranma. I-I feel the same way." They looked at each other, and slowly,
they moved closer and closer. Sparks could almost be seen between their eyes
as their lips almost touched. "Ranma." They kissed. Gently at first, then
emotion overcoming their rational minds, harder.
     Kasumi reached, blindly, for Ranma's other hand, her right hand already
holding his right hand, fingers intertwined. Finally she reached it and
grasped it. They continued for at least five minutes before Ranma broke off.
Kasumi just gasped, "Oh my!"
     Ranma looked into her eyes. There was something burning there which he
had never seen before. Little did he know, the same fires of love were
burning in his eyes as well. Kasumi had broken the Akane's unintended spell.
     Kasumi pulled Ranma around to completely face her, and she advanced her
mouth onto his, again. Their kiss was even more passionate this time, as all
thoughts of Akane had vanished from Ranma's mind.
     Kasumi pulled Ranma close, and in so doing, caused the ice pack to fall
onto the futon, forgotten. She had pulled him too far, though, and the two
fell onto the floor, Ranma instinctively rolling so that Kasumi landed on
top. A position she quickly brought to her further advantage by wrapping
Ranma's legs up in hers. This did, however, seperate their lips.
     "Kasumi? W-What are you doing?" Ranma panted, enjoying what was
happening, even if he didn't know why it was happening.
     "We've been so rude to you, Ranma," she told him, as her face moved
closer to Ranma's ear. She then began whispering, "This, Ranma, is," she
kissed his ear once, "my apology," another kiss, "and my love." She moved
her mouth to his neck, and released her grip with her right hand, worming
it down to his pants, and caressing his rear.
     Ranma went bug-eyed, and was about to speak, when Kasumi's beautiful
lips enveloped his own, and all sounds became muffled moans, which Kasumi
took as encouragement to continue.
     She slid her hand to the front of his pants, feeling his balls and
stiffening member. With that touch, Ranma ceased all protests, knowing that
Kasumi was fully willing and intending to carry this through. Yes, she knew
what she was doing.
     His pants slid down slightly, then were pushed down by Kasumi's foot.
Her hand never strayed, continuing its ministrations, though she did break
the kiss, finally.
     "Kasumi...." Ranma's voice was surprised, happy, and shocked all at
once. He couldn't stop her now, mainly because he didn't want to stop her.
He moved his free hand up to her dress, and began unbuttoning the intrusive
garment while her free hand worked nimbly on his Chinese top. Needless to
say, she quickly found herself helping Ranma remove the dress.
     Eventually, the difficult apparel was cast aside, leaving Kasumi's
beautiful body clad in a conservative white bra and panty ensemble. Ranma
was left only in his, though they were around his ankles.
     Ranma moved his hand to Kasumi's chest and slid inside her bra,
kneeding her white breast, massaging it, and flicking at her hardening nipple.
His other hand slinked to her panties, intending to leave her as clothed as
he was. Not a difficult task considering Kasumi's desire.
     What she wasn't expecting were the two fingers which snaked up to her
eager pussy, rubbing her lips while the thumb caressed her mound. It was
her turn to moan her desire. "Ranma," was all she panted, and he knew that
she was ready for more.
     Slowly, he rolled her over, onto her back, making sure to place a
pillow down on the floor to make her more comfortable. The ice pack teetered
dangerously on the edge of the futon.
     Ranma moved to the top and began kissing Kasumi again, tenderly. Her
hands found his now very firm cock, and slowly pulled him closer and closer.
Finally, he entered her now wet pussy, working his way in deeper, until he
felt an obstruction. Instantly, he stopped kissing her and looked into her
eyes.
     Hands found their way onto his butt, and rammed him home. A gasp
escaped his lover's lips, but it was so quickly followed by a moan of
pleasure that Ranma knew the pain was short lived. His mouth decended to
her breasts and alternated which nipple it teased. His hands worked either
on her breasts or on her sex, depending on which side his mouth was.
     The whole time, he was sliding in and out of her tight cunt, building
up a steady pace, firmly controlling all his muscles. He would make sure
she was fulfilled before he was.
     This couldn't continue forever, though, and soon Kasumi was beginning
to feel an orgasm approaching in her. It started as a small, almost ticklish
feeling in her belly, but spread slowly downward, increasing in intensity.
Ranma brushed the futon in one particularly forceful jab, and felt a very
cold feeling on his back. "Shit!" The first half the word was Ranma's
normal voice, the second a high pitched girl's voice.
     Kasumi didn't know what had happened as her eyes were closed. She
strained for Ranma's cock, not finding it. Just as she was about to open her
eyes, a warm, moist object began sliding up and down her pussy, then in.
Deeper and deeper it went.
     Ranma had reacted the only way his martial arts training would allow:
he improvised. Sure, he had read about licking a girl before, but hadn't
thought it would happen quite like this. Kasumi still hadn't opened her eyes,
but Ranma didn't bother to tell her what happened, instead she dropped her
mouth to her lover's crotch and began sliding her tounge over the moist
area. When she finally started to penetrate Kasumi's pussy, she did it so
slowly that Kasumi didn't know it was only a toungue.
     Ranma felt hands grasp her head and pull her in closer. Then Kasumi's
startled "Oh my!" reached Ranma's ears and she stopped licking. "What happened
Ranma?"
     "The ice pack fell."
     "Oh." They looked at each other. Neither really wanted to stop, but
Kasumi had a problem with their position. She couldn't help Ranma-chan like
this. "Turn around Ranma."
     She complied, and Kasumi pulled the red mound to her mouth. It wasn't
what she had planned, but she could imagine Ranma as a guy, not that it
really mattered as soon as the redhead began her oral administrations again.
     Kasumi was so close to an orgasm before, that the effect of stopping
actually made her actual orgasm even more intense. Her legs clasped Ranma's
head, pulling the girl closer, and forcing Ranma's nose into her cunt.
Ranma couln't breath, so she tounged Kasumi even harder, until the girl shook
from head to toe in pleasure. Ranma managed to pull her head back and was
about to breath, when a sprinkle of fluid splashed into her nose. Kasumi had
such an intense orgasm, she had squirted some of her fluid onto Ranma's
face.
     Ranma got one good breath, then Kasumi's tounge found her clit, and
proceeded nibble it with her teeth. The effect was more than Ranma had
expected, and she sat straight up, grabbing Kasumi's head and reciprocating
the favor of shoving Kasumi's nose into her pussy.
     "Mnnff," Kasumi replied, probably "Oh my," but Ranma didn't care. This
was the best thing that had happened to her since the curse, and just as she
was climbing off her peak of an orgasm, two fingers found her cunt, and
sent her back into another cloud.
     When she finally came back to the ground, she collapsed forward,
resting against Kasumi's leg.
     Kasumi had fingered herself to another orgasm, during the time Ranma
was cumming. Ranma was exhausted; Kasumi had a sheepish grin on her face,
realizing what had happened. She moved out from under Ranma, and helped
her onto the futon, covering her with her clothes and a blanket.
     Then, she dressed and left the now soundly sleeping redhead. This should
probably be our little secret, Kasumi thought to herself as she closed the
door.

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There, it's done. I'll take my dollar now, Henry. :)
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BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess. Member of ShAS.
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