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Ranma 1/2 Porn Story: Lemon Flu

Ranma 1/2 Porn Story: Lemon Flu

This is the story of Lemon Flu a virus that turns everyone into nympo’s, we take you now into Ranma, Ryouga and Akane’s infection.
As they walked, Ranma began to feel lightheaded … and was it getting warm all of a sudden? Things were starting to get a little hazy, too … except for Ryoga in front of her, he was crystal clear — and a fine image of a man, all that training had left him wonderfully sculpted. The heat Ranma was feeling slowly centered between her legs, and she could feel her nipples tingling as they tightened and her loose shirt rubbed against her chest as she walked.
“Ryoga?” she managed to gasp out quietly as they re-entered the yard.
“Yeah?” he responded absentmindedly as he headed toward some chairs by the door to the house.
“Ryoga, look at me,” Ranma demanded, grabbing his arm. Ryoga stopped and turned, and the confused look on his face turned to shock when the petite redhead beside him pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Ryoga froze for a long moment, then his arms seemed to rise by themselves to circle his friendly rival and he began to inexpertly return the kiss. Somewhere inside, his mind was screaming at him that this wasn’t Akari, that this was his male rival whatever she looked and felt like — and doesn’t she feel good!, another part of him responded, the part that he had repressed so long but had opened up for the first girl he’d truly loved. Though no one would ever know, he’d been able to resist the Lemon Flu better than anyone else that day, but now that resistance had been shattered and his hands slid up and down Ranma’s back as their mouths parted and their tongues began to wrestle.
Ranma had her own voice in the back of her mind insisting that she was a guy, that this wasn’t ‘manly’, what would her … his mother think if she found out … But that voice was much fainter than Ryoga’s, Ranma had already been in one encounter after another that day, and the effect of the Lemon Flu on her female form had smashed into her out of the blue, with no chance to brace herself even if she’d known she needed to. Even as their tongues entwined, she found herself loosening Ryoga’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, running her hands over his tight buns and pulling herself against her rival’s rampant erection. Then Ryoga shifted, slipped, fell, and the two found themselves on the ground, kiss broken, with Ryoga clutching Ranma to his chest.
The passion was broken for a moment as the pair started laughing, but the laughter died quickly as Ryoga started removing the rest of his clothing and Ranma followed suit. Already having his pants and boxers around his ankles Ryoga finished first, and caught the pigtailed girl as she slid off her own pants and boxers and slung her around to the ground and eagerly lay across her with his head at chest level. Ranma gasped and unthinkingly spread her legs wide as Ryoga started nipping, licking and sucking on one of the breasts she had flaunted at him more than once to win their not-so-friendly spars and one hand fondled the other breast while his other hand slid between her legs and along her folds to find them already moist and dripping. A finger slipped up into her and rubbed around, then slipped back out and slid up between her folds and Ranma gave out a slight, breathy, shriek and arched her back as her clit was touched for the first time and a small orgasm ripped through her.
Finally, Ranma could wait no longer as the ache continued to grow through one mini-orgasm after another, and she pushed Ryoga away from her chest, then grabbed his buttocks and tried to pull him up into her. She failed, but what she wanted was clear and Ryoga pushed himself up and, after fumbling about a bit, finally got himself into position and Ranma let out a long, shuddering gasp as she felt the head of his generous cock push past her petals and sink slowly into her soaking womanhood. Ryoga groaned at how tightly her hot tunnel gripped him, then slowly began to pump, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper until he felt his balls bounce against Ranma’s ass. For a moment he paused, bracing himself on his arms and looking down at the sweating, flushed face of his second lover. Then she wrapped her spread-out legs around his waist and squeezed, and he took the hint and again began to plunge in and out of her depths, picking up speed and power with each thrust, his chest rubbing against her quivering, then shaking , breasts.
Pausing, Ryoga looked up and gasped out, “Akane!” while sitting up without pulling out of Ranma’s hot box.
At Ryoga’s shout, Ranma jerked and her pleasure-filled eyes focused again to see the black-hair-bracketed face of the girl she loved looking down at her from where she knelt. “A-Akane?” she whispered fearfully.
“Ranma …” the naked brunette got out, then broke off. She stared at the fearful redhead for a few moments, then bent down for a long kiss. Breaking off from the now stunned Ranma, she looked up at a very surprised Ryoga and asked, “What are you waiting for? Finish her off!” Ranma suddenly laughed and emphasized the order with a jerk of her legs, still wrapped around Ryoga’s back, and he shook off the shock and, reaching down and gripping Ranma’s waist, resumed pounding into her. Akane slipped down and captured a generous breast in her mouth even as a hand slid back to her wet petals. It didn’t take long before Ranma again felt the wave building … and building … and finally it broke and she shrieked, every muscle going rigid, as her pleasure exploded through her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on Ryoga’s pistoning cock, and that was all it took as his manhood swelled and pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside her.
Slowly, Ranma came down from the height her last and greatest orgasm had sent her to, and gazed blearily up at her two lovers. “W-Wow, that … was … incredible …” she managed to gasp out as the exertions of the long day caught up with her at last and she faded into sleep.
Akane looked down from where she had sat up with Ranma’s final orgasm, staring down at the slumbering, sweat-covered redhead and slipping her fingers out of her own cleft. Wow, is that what I looked like? That was just … wow. She glanced over at an equally sweat-covered Ryoga still kneeling between Ranma’s legs and considered the need that had been building in her as she’d ministered to Ranma’s busty assets, then nodded. “Well, big guy, you up for one more round?” she asked, and when a gaping Ryoga failed to answer her moved over and leaned down to take his limp rod in her mouth, starting to suck as she cleaned it if Ranma’s juices and Royga’s own cum.
She didn’t really know what she was doing, but it didn’t matter much with the effects of the Flu still echoing through them both, and soon Ryoga’s manhood was once again at full extension and Akane whistled softly. “How on earth did you get that monster into Ranma?” she asked, then grinned. “Well, if Ranma could take you I certainly should be able to.” Turning away, she got on her hands and knees and waved her ass at her friend. “Come on, give me what you gave Ranma!” she demanded, and Ryoga hastily moved up behind her and guided his cock to her opening with one hand while gripping a thigh with the other, much more easily this time, and Akane’s jaw dropped as he buried himself to the hilt with a single thrust while his now free hand gripped her other thigh. He was immediately pounding her for all he was worth, and soon the yard echoed to her own shouts and squeals as he jerked her back to meet each vigorous thrust.
But it had been a long day from Akane as well, and her arms gave out and dropped her head to the grass, forehead across one arm while the other arm reached back so her fingers could reach the nub above the cock thrusting into her. Finally, Ryoga’s cock again stiffened even harder and at the sensation of his seed exploding into her, filling her and spilling out to trickle down her legs, Akane’s own final orgasm exploded as well. She collapsed beside the still sleeping Ranma, gasping and shuddering from the aftershocks. Finally the tremors faded, and she reached out to gently brush a lock of hair away from Ranma’s eyes, then pulled herself up against the smaller girl and faded back to sleep herself.
Ryoga looked down at the sleeping couple, then staggered to his feet. Weaving slightly while focusing like a laser on the door of the dojo, he made his way in, then back out with a blanket.
Through bleary eyes, Ranma tried to focus on the face hovering hers and found that she could almost too easily. She could trace each and very line of his visage and there was the oddest urge to just stay and study it. It should have freaked her out but she just wanted to for some reason. At least trying to figure that out kept her from consciously realizing what being in his arms was doing to her body.
Working past suddenly dry lips, she said, “Ryouga?”
Trying to ignore how his name had come out of her mouth as a breathy groan, the Lost Boy asked, “Are you okay Ranma?”
“My whole body… it just aches! I just can’t understand it! I feel like I’m on fire!”
“Damn. I got rid of Kuno and bashed Mousse away, but we’re going to have to get you some place safe. Do you know where… HEY! Are you listening?!”
“…Sorry. I just can’t get… ta focus. I just need ta…”
“What?”
“Do this..,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
He was staggered as her body shaped to meet the lines of his and she locked lips with his. As she shifted her position, he could feel the hard points that her nipples had become pressing into his chest. Her hands moved of their own accord as they ran along his chest and back, feeling the hard muscles that lay just beneath the tanned skin. In between his legs, hers rubbed up against sensitive points of his body.
Moving back only a little bit from the kiss, she whimpered, “Kami-sama, I can’t believe I’m doin’ this.., but I need ta so bad!”
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Ryouga steeled himself and:
Ryoga moaned as Ranma pressed her buxom little body against his hard manhood and admonished himself that Ranma was really a guy, really his hated rival, really a hot and willing girl, eager to get him into her pants.
No, he blinked, that was wrong! But her body rubbing up against his, the scent of her fluid soaked pussy wafting into his nostrils and the lingering effects of the Lemon Flu inflaming his blood were all too much for the lost boy to resist.
Ranma was lost in need. Her male side might have been sated, but his female side ached with need to be filled with hard manhood and hot fluid. Ryoga was so desirable. He was big, he was muscular, he was … well, he was there. At that point she would have surrendered to even Kuno’s letchery in order to scratch her itch.
“Oh, kami, Ryoga, but I need to have you now!” she moaned as she let her body slide to her knees. Ryoga went rigid as Ranma reached into his trousers and extracted the hard, thick fleshy tube. Then he moaned as Ranma’s wicked mouth set to work.
“This is so wrong,” Ryoga protested weakly, but was unable to make himself pull away.
Ranma smiled to herself. She knew what boys liked. she knew how to bring them to the height of pleasure then leave them hanging. She knew that after a few minutes of sucking and teasing, Ryoga would be ready to plunge into her whole being no matter what.
Nabiki came down the stare to fetch some fruit juice, blinked at the sight of Ranma felating Ryoga then rubbed her crotch for several moments before hurrying to get her camera. She just had to get this on film!
“Kami, I can’t wait any longer,” Ranma moaned as she pulled Ryoga’s cock out of her mouth. “I have got to have you in me now!” She wriggled out of her pants and lay suppline, spreading her legs in open invitation. “Look at this hot pussy,” she moaned as she stroked the pink folds, “how can you resist fucking this hole?”
Ryoga just grunted as he admitted he couldn’t with action. Ranma squealed as her tight snatch was reamed by Ryoga’s cock. “Oh, Kami! Yes! That’s it! Fuck me hard, Ryoga! Do it! Harder! Fuck me, pig boy! Be a man!”
“Shut up, Ranma,” Ryoga growed feverishly. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll never want to be a guy again.” Then he set to work at doing so.
“Try it, pig boy,” Ranma challenged. “I bet I arhe… I can make you ohh… come first.”
“Oh, yeah!? We’ll see uh… about that,” Ryoga snarled.
Nabiki worked her camera one handed as she snapped off roll after roll. Pictures of Ranma getting her pussy filled with cock would sell like hotcakes. Every guy in school would want one and dream that maybe they stood a chance of getting a little piece of red-head pie. Who knew, she thought, may they actually stood a chance when Ryoga got threw with her. He certainly seemed to be giving her a jolly hard rogering. It looked like fun. She wished that she was in Ranma’s place.

Heedless that Nabiki was capturing their encounter on photographic film, Ranma and Ryouga continued to come together in a haze of passion that had them trying to push the other into the height of climax. Natural competitiveness fueled a push that made them do things that they would have never before. New found experience was used to try to make the other feel as much pleasure as possible in a sensual duel that both knew that they would ‘win’.
Ranma needed that mindset to be able to fill that yawning ache. If it was but another martial arts contest, then it was all right. It would cover up that she needed this, to feel such intimate contact with a guy, so badly.
For Ryouga, another contest with Ranma would mean that he could focus on defeating her, not how he would do so. Then he could ignore the fact that he was drawing so much pleasure from the female form beneath him.
Slowly though, words and reason were no longer needed and they just knew each other. The Lost Boy’s hands reached under Ranma’s shirt to grasp and caress her breasts. Her head arched back as she gave an inarticulate groan from the sensations that the touches were sending through her body. Smiling a bit, Ryouga pulled off the garment that covered her cleavage and set upon working even harder upon them. His mouth licked and nibbled the hard points that crowned those full mounds.
Not to be out done, or let his give her all the pleasure, Ranma nuzzled his neck, laying kisses and nibbles of her own against his collarbone. She delighted in the shivers that went down his back as her tounge ran along the edge of one ear. Deceptively delicate hands stroked along his body to raise goosebumps of pleasure as they went.
His own hands left her chest, although his mouth did not, and slid along her flanks to come to rest on the firm globes of her rear. They squeezed and fondled her pert bottom and brought her slick opening to even easier access to his thrusting. Which in and of itself became even more insistant.
Obligingly, the pigtailed girl wrapped her shapely and well muscled legs around his waist even as her arms pushed his head away from her chest. He gave a sound of frustration which subsided as her arms wrapped around his body, bringing hers to press against his. With her breasts crushed against his chest, he took a cue from her and nuzzled the crook of her neck.
They stayed like that, pumping against each other, heedless of what was happening save with each other. His low grunts matched her little moans as they came faster and faster and melded together in a duet of lust and sensation. Soon, it became impossible to tell which one made what sound, but that did not matter. Wha had begun as a simple contest became a passion filled encounter that drove them to points that they had not known.
Neither knew who called out their peak first, and at that point they did not care. It had been reached and that was all that mattered. That bliss carried them to a wonderous realm of sensation that, while never permanent, was wonderful to be in.
Nabiki, who could not tell who had come first herself, watched Ranma and Ryouga fall limp and exhausted against the grass, still entangled in a mess of sweaty limbs. Taking a chance, she walked over to the formerly lust filled pair and found that they had both fallen asleep. She snicker a little at Ranma’s little smile as she lay still crushed into Ryouga’s body.
Slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to join in the fun, the middle Tedno went and got a spare blanket to cover the sleeping lovers. Once that was done, she collected her film, got her fruit juice and went back to bed. She’d gotten over most of the flu with the help of Ranma, but there was still enough in her system to desire a quickie before bed. Since she couldn’t have that, she’d have to settle for memories of her encounter with Ranma coming into her dreams.
As for the pigtailed girl and the Lost Boy, they slept until:

Akane Tendo had always been a person who’d been ruled by passion. She was someone who’d act first and ask questions later, if she did. And she had the dubious distinction of being the first carrier of Moreau’s gene-enginneered virus. That fact, combined with her being closeted in her room for the day had left her almost feral in needed. Once Ranma had come home, she’d used the opportunity to screw him like an animal.
But that had only slaked the insistent edge of need that she’d had. It had reduced that urge by MUCH, yet she still had that urge to do it. And so she had gone in search of the one who had done so much to relieve her crushing need.
When she had found him as a naked ‘her’ and laying with a nude Ryouga under a blanket, she had not acted out of anger or a feeling of being betrayed.
She fairly yanked off the blanket and began to caress and lick the Lost Boy’s memeber to hardness. As the organ thickened, she smiled in pleasure at the possiblities. Her fingers delicately brushed against his most intimate of parts.
Drawn from his sleep by a feeling of deep pleasure, Ryouga opened his eyes only to have his jaw drop in shock. “A…a… Akane?!”
The youngest Tendo only smiled up at him as she continued to work on his organ. His shock mixed with groans as her tounge began to slide along the tip of his rod, never really pulling it into her mouth.
“Uh..? Wha’s goin’ on?” murmured a sleepy Ranma.
Grinning broadly, Akane left the Lost Boy and jumped on the red head. The pigtailed girl’s protests were short as her fiancee began to knead and caress her breasts. Their tounges clashed as Akane pressed her mouth on Ranma’s in a heated kiss. Her fingers worked their way down in between the other girl’s legs, working her petals as only a woman would know. Yelps of pleasure were torn from Ranma’s throat as the brunette slid down her body to let her mouth join in what her hand was doing.
Feeling left out, Ryouga could only watch, until the youngest Tendo placed her rear where her intention could not be mistaken. His mouth went to do to the youngest Tendo what she was doing to Ranma. That sent extran little jerks through her which in turn pushed her to pleasure the other girl harder.
And the circle was closed as his hips were maneuvered to meet Ranma’s attention. She gave him what she was receiving and that began a loop that was pushing them faster and faster to the point of no return. But that was not to be as Ryouga moved to change the type of attention that he was giving Akane’s hunched behind. His rod, hardened by the attentions of the two girls, slid into Akane’s awaiting slit.
As she continued to eat out Ranma, Ryouga began a pumping action as his hands grabbed onto the youngest Tendo’s firm rear. Her pleasure wasn’t exactly heard, but the effects were demonstrated by Ranma. Her moans intensified as the other two settled into a rhythm that was to bring them such pleasure. The three just kept on going and going until simply they had settled on that one note of pleasure that could not let them go.
Yet, even as climax overtook Akane, she wasn’t done yet. She crawled back over Ranma and began another kissing match. Their bodies crushed together as their mouths pressed against each other for the tinest bit of pleasure that they could wring. Hands began to stroke alaong feminine forms, each discovering how female their bodies were. Pulling back slightly, Akane maneuvered their positions so that their groins ground against each other.
That set off another round of sensation as their sensitive parts were brought into play. The two of them just found a pace that gave them passionate play. A surge of pleasure just grew as the two of them found the great feeling that could be created with such a situation. And once that surge burst, Akane crawled over to Ranma, only to put her slickness to the red head’s face and started to show what she wanted on the girl’s own slit. They ate each other to the sound of another set of groans.
Ryouga just sat and watched as the girls went at it, his organ beginning to regain its hardness. Somehow, Akane sensed this and broke off the 69 to sounds of Ranma’s dissappointment. That only lasted until she noticed the short-haired girl begin to press her breasts around the boy’s member. A smile invited Ranma and the red-head joined in. Their breasts pressed together as the rod was wrapped in two pairs of firm orbs. It rapidly grew back to its stiff state, but release was not to be granted that way.
The youngest Tendo pushed Ryouga to lay down flat, before moving a surprised Ranma to straddle his hips. Guiding his member into the red-heads’s petals drew a hiss of pleasure. As for herself, she moved to place her own slit over his mouth and he took advantage of it. While they were gaining so much exastcy from him, their upper bodies leaned into each other as they began yet another kiss.
Tounges parried as bare breasts pressed into each other and hands roamed. Again the passion grew to the point where they could no longer hold back. And this grew to the sweetest one yet.
Crying out in release, Ranma fell limp against her fiancee. A day of sex with so many girls followed by a fight and then sex with Ryouga and later Akane too had left her wiped out. Especially with the virus’ other, more normal, effects catching up. She simply let herself slip off to a pleasurable sleep.
So, as Ryouga and Akane had reached their own releases, they settled down for some much needed rest. Ranma was tucked in between the two, with Akane’s breasts pressing into the back of the unconscious girl while the red-head’s were pressed into Ryouga’s chest. And as he wrapped his arms around the two, they all settled down to rest.
Inside the sleeping Akane’s womb, a miniature odyssey was taking place.
Millions and millions of tiny spermatozoids were frantically swimming by flailing their flagellums.  Strangely, they all had a black-and-yellow pattern around their middle section, reminiscent of some bandanna.
Most were hopelessly lost inside the uterus, turning around in circles or caught by the uterine lining.
A few thousands, however, managed to find the oviducts by sheer luck.
Rushing through the narrow fallopian tube, they were unerringly attracted by the siren call of the female egg.
However, when they approached of the gigantic (compared to their size) red ovum, they found out with dismay that a cluster of other spermatozoids already surrounded it.  Those had, weirdly, flagellums that were looking very much like a pigtail.
The bandannaed sperm cells began feeling depressed from having been outraced by the pigtailed ones.  Then, depression was replaced by anger and outrage over being refused the access to their life goal, the loving embrace of the wondrous scarlet ovum.
Surrounded by microscopic ki aura, the bandannaed spermatozoids started firing minute Shi Shi Hokodan toward the enemy cells, decimating them.  The surviving pigtailed spermatozoids reacted immediately, however, swimming out of blast way with unusual agility, and responding in kind with tiny Moko Takabisha erupting from their tadpole head.
Ensued a frenzied melee, the stronger spermatozoid with bandannas attempting to ram against the faster, slippery pigtailed ones, during the battle a lost bandanna sperm accidently collided with the red ovum and by some twist of fate penetrated the egg. Akane became pregnant with Ryouga’s child
Meanwhile Inside the sleeping Ranma’s womb, yet another miniature odyssey was taking place. The millions of bandanna-ed sperm cells desperately swam for their chance to be one with the egg-cell of Akane, it was just a pity that they had no idea that they were traveling through Ranma’s womb. Had they known, they’d all have probably committed suicide by swimming into the lining, which most of them were doing regardless.
It started with millions, it ended with only three. It was there that they all saw (sperm have eyes?) the gigantic egg waiting for them, they all felt drawn to it, mainly because of the way it put on the same charm Ranma would use to trick Ryoga into thinking she was Akane.
At once, all three darted for the egg, but only one of them was dead on target; the other two went in completely the opposite direction, and only realized too late that they had been beaten to the egg.
The two remainders were about to end their precious life, which no longer had any purpose of existence: when from out of the ovary, came a glistening light, as though two angels had come from the heavens.
“Come to us, Ryoga…” they cooed in a mock-Akane-voice (look, just work with me here, alright?) “Come… Let us be whole…” And instantly, the last two bandanna-ed sperm rushed for the two fresh egg cells; too late to heed the warnings of their fellow traveler that had beaten them. “Don’t go in! It’s a trap!” But it was too late, both eggs had been fertilized. “Too, too easy” they mused.
“Ranma!!! You’ll pay for this! Let us out! Let us out!” the sperm shouting, discovering too late whose egg cells they had entered.

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