Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Unfinished Bits ❯ Nada ( Chapter 1 )
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By: WarpWizard 
Some stuff, as mentioned, to entertain and torment you.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.11.2005 | Updated On: 04.11.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 12.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Some stuff, as mentioned, to entertain and torment you.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.11.2005 | Updated On: 04.11.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 12.8K | Status: Work In Progress
On The Set
* * *
It was the end of another long day on the set of "Neon Genesis Evangelion", Japan's most
popular live-action mecha show, and it's putative star, Shinji Rokubungi, known as "Shinji
Ikari" on the show, was heading to the trailer of the *real* star, or at least that's what she
insisted, Asuka Langley Sohryu.
Shinji reflected as he made the short trip from his trailer to hers that she was the closest to her
fictional personality of the whole crew, except perhaps for his Dad. In the real world, Asuka
was the lush and Misato the one who finished college before her 14th birthday. Not that Asuka
wasn't plenty smart, Shinji thought, she just seemed determined to bury her intelligence under an
tidal wave of alcohol.
As for his Dad, he was every bit as much a bastard as he acted as the head of the fictional
NERV organization, it's just that in the real world, Gendo wasn't responsible for the misery of
an entire world, just that of the half-dozen film crews employed by his Gehrin film studio.
'At least it keeps us in beer and skittles,' Shinji thought as he mounted the short steps leading to
the door of Asuka's trailer. The trailer was sizable, 24 feet long and about 6 wide, containing
the equivalent of a small apartment. It was, in fact, bigger than his dwelling, despite his arguable
position as the show's central cast member. 'A testament to Asuka's ability to bitch,' thought
Shinji wryly.
He knocked on the door, painted a bright, glossy red, like the rest of the structure. His eye was
attracted as always to the big gold 5-pointed star Asuka had placed on it, reading "MOVIE"
above the star and "STAR" below it. He had to smile at her ego.
"-ome in!"
Shinji cranked the handle, popped open the thin metal door and slipped inside. He
automatically hunched, though it was unnecessary to do so inside Asuka's trailer, unlike his.
Even hunched over, it was still cramped inside. He didn't mind though, finding it cozy.
Confined spaces were not one of his fears.
Turning to the left, he navigated through the compact kitchen, the efficiently laid out den/living
room with it's integral sofa and big-screen TV, and made his way to the bedroom at the end.
As he expected, Asuka was flopped out on the fold-out bed, nursing a beer. 'At least she
doesn't smoke. That would be unbearable.'
She waved mellowly to one of the built-in seats around the periphery of the bed, which took up
most of the bedroom's space when unhidden. "Have a seat, Shin-chan."
'Hm, she's in a good mood. Not slurring either.' Remarkable, considering that Shinji
suspected the "water" in the Evian bottle she had been taking slugs from all day was made up of
something a bit stronger than liquid from a mountain spring.
He sat in the indicated spot and studied Asuka's fine-boned face, framed by a shoulder-length
fall of red-gold hair. 'Damn she's pretty…'
"I am devastating, aren't I?" She giggled while Shinji blushed at being caught staring.
Once she was finished giggling, she took another swig of beer and switched moods with the
adroitness of the terminally lubricated.
"Shinji-chan…" she breathed in a low, heated voice, trapping his gaze with her sparkling blue
eyes.
Shinji gulped, feeling an instant hard-on approaching. "Yes Asuka?"
Asuka maintained eye-contact and flopped her legs open. Wide. "I'm horny. Let's screw."
Shinji was suddenly out of breath and ten degrees warmer. His eyes jittered over Asuka's
alluring body, avoiding the place where her long, slender legs were spread in offering.
Automatically, he began his usual defensive schpeil. "We're too young-"
She slugged back the remnant of the beer and tossed it aside with an clink of aluminum.
"Bullshit. I'm old enough to know what screwing is, and to want to do it. That's old enough for
me."
Her voice softened to a croon as she reached over and stroked the bulge in the front of Shinji's
slacks with one delicate hand. "And I'm old enough for Mr. Happy here, aren't I? Yes I am,
mmm…."
Shinji had the feeling that he was going to lose the battle this time. "Ahhh…"
Asuka had been after him like this for some time. She was especially randy when drunk. He'd
managed to fend her off, gently, but for some reason his resistance felt weak today.
His eyes popped open as the pleasant pressure on his hard-on disappeared.
Asuka was taking off her shirt, exposing her lacy white bra. She tossed the shirt to one side and
popped the front clasp on her undergarment.
The bra fell away as Asuka hefted her shapely breasts, then slid her hands over them
caressingly. She smiled at him. "Well-developed for my age, aren't I Mr. Sourpuss?"
Robotically, Shinji nodded, his eyes never moving from Asuka's chest. 'Damn, is she ever.'
The slim build of her 14-year old body made her generous bosom seem even fuller than it
actually was. The pressure in his slacks was growing uncomfortable.
Asuka pouted at his lack of reaction. She lowered herself onto her back, keeping her legs
spread, and slid out of her shorts, leaving her clad only in a tiny scrap of silk that dared to call
itself a panty. She rubbed its quickly dampening front and moaned throatily, arching her back,
and peeking slyly at Shinji through her eyelashes. "Ohhhhhhh…"
Shinji swallowed against a dry throat. He vibrated in place, every scrap of male DNA in his
body urging him to dive into what Asuka was so blatantly offering, but held back by his natural
reserve. He found it increasingly hard to think. The air of the trailer felt warm and humid, as if
he were in a tropical jungle at the dawn of time.
A minute later and Shinji's heart was pounding. Asuka seemed determined to have sex with
someone, even if it had to be with herself. His eyes were locked on where the front of her
silken nether-covering was being convulsively rubbed by her delicate hand. After her first few
teasing strokes, Asuka's hand seemed to develop a mind of its own, sometimes rubbing with
aching slowness, at other times furiously grinding its heel into her swelling mound. The thin
material was now completely transparent, soaked with the fluid leaking out of Asuka's pussy.
Her moaning was driving him crazy.
Abruptly, Asuka hooked her thumbs under the waistband and pulled the drenched scrap of
cloth down, exposing her sex to Shinji's wondering eyes. He stared at it for a moment before
being snapped out of his trance by a soft, moist impact to the side of his face.
It was Asuka's panty, dangling from her foot. He traced the line of her upraised leg, passing
over her red-furred cleft and ending up at her grinning face. "Take it. Since you don't want
little old me…" she pouted again, "…it's my consolation prize to you, Shinji-chan."
Dazedly, he took the offering. It was warm and damp, and very soft. Some instinct made him
bring it to his nose and sniff, delicately. The odor of Asuka's lust dove into his nostrils and into
the old instinctual centers of his mammalian brain. The humid air of the trailer vibrated with an
immaterial "spang!" noise as Shinji's reserve, in a word, snapped.
His hands were as possessed as Asuka's had been a minute ago. They rapidly and accurately
undid the button and zipper on his slacks in under a second. He wasn't looking at them,
instead, he was staring at Asuka. Her smile grew wider and at the same time a touch
apprehensive, as a never-before seen emotion swirled in Shinji's blue orbs. It seemed to
convey, "I am going to fuck you, and fuck you *hard*, until *I've* had enough, never mind
you."
Never looking away from his prey, he hunched over, pulling his slacks and boxers down as
one. He straightened and kicked them deftly to the side. Asuka stared at the manly organ thus
revealed. It stood tall and proud, jutting out of a nest of dark curly hair, of a size equally
impressive for his age as Asuka's breasts were for hers. Her tongue moistened her lips absently
as her gaze focused on its tip, which sported a shimmering drop of pearlescent liquid.
But…her gaze was not the only one focused on Shinji's erection.
A quiet crunching noise attracted the attention of the passion-charged duo. They turned their
heads in unison and stared blankly at the slim albino girl nibbling on a potato chip. She spoke in
a soft, quiet, rather innocent voice.
"What are you doing, Shinji-sempai?"
* * *
Hard Core Lemon Rampage (working title)
* * *
[Tendo House, afternoon]
An ornamental incense shaker fell through the small wooden door in the ceiling, spilling its
contents on those below.
*poof*
"Oh my!"
"What the hell was that?"
"Some kind of dust…"
"More weirdness from you, Saotome?"
Ranma gave Nabiki a look. "Not everything that happens is my fault, Nabiki."
She smiled cattily. "Coulda fooled me."
Ranma raised an eyebrow. "Not likely."
Nabiki smiled again, pleased by their long-term houseguest's acknowledgement of her mental
superiority.
"True, Saotome, very true. Good to see your head's not totally made of muscle."
Ranma made a dissatisfied noise in response to Nabiki's jibe, preoccupied with the odd feeling
washing through him. He never came off the better in verbal exchanges with the sharpest Tendo
sister, but he was improving steadily. His father made a poor steel to sharpen one's wits
against. On the other hand, he was an ideal punching bag.
"Ah crap…more magic."
"Oh my!"
Ranma gave Kasumi a look. "Again with the 'Oh my!'. Is that all you can say, Kasumi-chan?"
Kasumi smiled warmly at him. Her smile seemed more luminous than usual. It was making him
feel…warm. "Just staying in character, Ranma-kun."
Ranma pulled off his silk Chinese shirt, discarded it, then removed the thin cotton muscle shirt
underneath as well. "Too damn hot in here…staying in character, Kasumi-chan?"
Kasumi nodded happily, unbuttoning the front of her house dress. Akane and Nabiki were
removing their outer clothing as well, the latter mumbling about the need to open a window and
the former a warning that perverts had better keep their eyes to themselves.
"A constant catchphrase is an excellent way to trap people's attention, keeping them from
noticing anything about you other than what you want them to."
Ranma grunted an acknowledgement of his understanding, starting to take deeper breaths as
Kasumi's shapely bare shoulders made their appearance, followed by her bra-clad torso.
"Ninjitsu, eh Kasumi-chan? Man, you are totally smoking hot!"
Kasumi pulled her dress off and dropped it to the side, leaving her in bra and panties, both
white and simple in design.
"Do you really think so?"
She posed shyly, tilting her head to the side, hands pressed to her upper thighs.
Ranma ogled.
"Oh, HELL yeah! I always thought you were pretty, but I never guessed that under that dress
you were so BUILT! "
Kasumi's cheeks pinked prettily. She smiled warmly at Ranma, her big brown eyes sparkling.
Her hands reached behind her and her bra fell away, exposing two swelling orbs of erotic fruit.
Ranma stared.
Kasumi's smile took on a naughty, "getting away with something" undertone. She slid her hands
up along her ribs and cupped herself. Her soft murmur of "Do you like my breasts, Ranma-
kun?" hit him like a hammer.
He nodded and said the most intelligent thing he could think of. "Guh-huh."
Blushing terribly, Kasumi gracefully bent forward and pulled her panties down her thighs.
Ranma's eyes stayed locked to the soft shelf of her heavy D-cups as they swayed with her
movement. As she straightened up, blushing and covering her groin with both hands, he knew
that he had to have her. Now.
Kasumi's blush stayed as Ranma, eyes hard and almost menacing, stared at her as he jerked his
pants down and kicked them away. Another second and his boxers were gone as well. Ranma
breathed deeply, enjoying the cooling air on his hard and throbbing erection. He was going to
fuck Kasumi, fuck her until she screamed out her joy. His blue eyes, normally warm, now hot,
locked with Kasumi's brown eyes, normally serene, now pools of warm, welcoming lust.
Kasumi's gaze dropped to his exposed cock. It pointed straight at the ceiling, slightly curved,
parallel to Ranma's body. Her tongue stole out to moisten dry lips. She opened her mouth and
said -
"Hey! She's not the only one in the room, you know!"
Ranma jerked his eyes to the left and saw Akane and her mercenary sister, both with hands on
hips. Bare hips. Akane was bushy between the legs and Nabiki neatly trimmed.
Nabiki followed his eyes and tsked. "You really should take better care of yourself, sis."
Akane pinked. "Um…I'm kinda embarrassed to poke around down there. Usually."
Nabiki noticed Ranma's eyes drifting back to Kasumi. "You snooze you lose, sis."
"Huh?"
* * *
Ranma groaned as his cock was devoured by Nabiki's hot mouth. The instant after Akane's
exclamation, she'd been on her knees and sucking.
Nabiki bobbed her head, sucking voraciously. She made eye contact as she let the spit-
covered organ slide out most of the way out of her mouth. Ranma's knees trembled as she
suckled gently on the head of his penis, washing it with her soft, slippery tongue.
"Fuck Nabiki!"
She let him slip momentarily out of her mouth, saliva connecting them with a silvery trail.
"That comes next. Umph." She slurped his stiff organ back inside and continued the blowjob.
"Ohhhhhh…. Shit that's good. Keep pressing with your lips that way Nabiki-chan, please."
The pressure of Nabiki's soft lips sliding up and down his aching penis was the greatest pleasure
Ranma had ever felt. He *had* to get more of this. And when she used her tongue… His
knees trembled again as Nabiki lavished licks on his cockhead. An intense thrill radiated down
the length of his sexual organ, making Ranma's muscles tense up in a novel way. "Unh…oh
God…something's happening Nabiki. Keep licking – unh – keep – sucking…"
Nabiki slid the hard cock in and almost out of her mouth, keeping it bathed in her warm saliva
and administering constant pressure with her lips. "Unmph, umm…" At the end of an up-
stroke, she let it rest on her chin for a moment as she drew a couple of deep breaths. Taking
Ranma's balls into one hand, she used the other to hold his penis to her mouth, positioning it for
a rapid lick-attack on the head.
"What're you – oh *fuck*!"
Ranma nearly fell down as Nabiki's warm, slippery-soft tongue flicked across the ultra-sensitive
underside of the tip of his penis. The sexy mercenary Tendo sister dipped his cockhead
between her soft lips, keeping it warm, and continued to lick rapidly. The unbelievably intense
sensation coursing through Ranma's penis and lower body swelled, becoming both extremely
pleasant and at the same time, unbearably urgent.
"Oh – god – Nabiki –"
*laplaplaplap*
"*FUCK*!!!"
Ranma slowly sagged to his knees as his penis jerked and pulsed, sending small spurts of thick
whitish fluid into Nabiki's mouth and onto her lips and chin. A peculiar smell filled the air of the
Tendo dining room, reminiscent of bleach. "Oh…shit…that was…urgh…"
An indeterminate time later, Ranma felt a hand on his shoulder. It was warm and female, and it
gave him a little shake.
"Wakey-wakey, Saotome. You got yours, so…now that the edge is off, it's time for some
reciprocation. Lengthy reciprocation. I hope you're no short-timer. It'd be a shame if a good
looking stud like you was a dud in the sack."
Ranma knew a challenge when he heard one, even if the terms were unfamiliar. He surged to
his feet. "Hey! I'm no short-timer!"
'Whatever that is.'
He was met by Nabiki's catty grin. She had her hands on her hips again, framing her brown fur
landing strip. Her grin widened as Ranma's cock stirred when he set eyes on her large, round
boobs. Though not quite as big as Kasumi's, they seemed even bigger due to Nabiki's lesser
height.
Ranma's felt energy rush to his groin as he drank in the sight of the middle Tendo sister's nude
body. She was a petite, curvy package, nice toned legs, flat belly, narrow waist and big, full
breasts. "You've got a nice pair of tits, Nabs."
Nabiki slid her gaze down Ranma's body and leered. "And you've got a nice big cock,
Ranma-chan."
Ranma frowned. "Don't call me Ranma-chan." His penis was back at full erection, hard and
throbbing with blood.
Nabiki leaned against the dining room wall and took on a position of subtle invitation, widening
her knees and opening up her arms. She gave herself a little shake, making her boobs jiggle.
"Fuck me then. Show me that you aren't a "chan", Mr. Short-time."
Ranma took a short step forward, breathing heavily. The contours of Nabiki's shapely body
called to him. The tingle in the nerves of his penis and groin needed to be satisfied. It had felt
so, *so* good to be in Nabiki's mouth. How good would it feel in her pussy? He had to find
out.
Nabiki's eyes sparkled with mischief. She smirked at him in challenge and invitation, one hand
idly fluffing the soft fur above her lower entrance. He grinned back.
"Oh I'll show you, Nabiki-chan. You won't be so full of yourself when you're screaming my
name."
Nabiki was breathing heavily now as well. She opened her mouth and said -
"No! My turn now. I'm…hot. I need it!"
* * *
Nabiki's glare could have smelted tin. Akane was (as usual) oblivious. She glared at her
oneechan. "You had him in your mouth already, Nabiki-chan!" She wiggled her hips in
discomfort. "I'm burning. …down there." She turned a pleading gaze onto her fiancée.
"Ranma…please…"
Ranma blinked at her, trying to focus past the urgency in his groin. "What, Akane?"
She scowled. "You know! I need…" She wiggled again. Ranma just stared blankly.
Akane snarled silently. She could almost see images of her oneechan's nude body cycling
through Ranma's glassy eyes. "You hentai! I'm in distress and all you can do is stand there and
think about my sister!"
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Well, yes, Akane. I'm the one who had his cock in my mouth a
minute ago." She rolled her eyes again as Akane blushed at the mental image. "Fine. C'mere."
Akane eeped as her sister grabbed her arm and used it to flip her around. "Hands on the wall,
Akane-chan." Quelled by her big sister's commanding tone, Akane did as she was told. She
eeped again as Nabiki gave her bottom a little smack. "You can fuck Ranma first. But…he
does your ass, not your pussy."
"What!? NO! No way!" Akane's attempt to change position was halted when Nabiki
smacked her bottom again, a little harder this time. She instinctively froze. Long ago, Nabiki
was put in charge of little Akane and had doled out a number of memorable spankings. The
youngest Tendo's mind had mostly forgotten, but her body hadn't.
She shivered as Nabiki spoke directly into her ear, her breath startlingly warm. "In your ass or
you go last, Akane-chan. What'll it be?"
There was a long pause.
"…okay."
Smirking in satisfaction at finally dealing out some payback to Daddy's spoiled little princess,
Nabiki turned back to Ranma – and blinked. Hard.
"Oh my."
* * *
Both the younger Tendos stared, jaws slack with amazement as the sound of flesh slapping
against flesh sounded loudly in the air of Tendo-ke's small living room.
Kasumi was on her hands and knees with Ranma using her hard from behind. Her big breasts
shook and jiggled, gleaming with a light sweat. Nabiki drank in the look of utter joy on her big
sister's face. Kasumi had never looked so…alive, in all Nabiki's familiar memories of her.
"Oh yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSS…"
Ranma grunted and thrust as tirelessly as a machine, slapping his hips hard against Kasumi's big,
buttery-soft ass and ramming his steel-hard prick between the fleshy petals of her welcoming
cunt.
"Ooooohhhh…this is the stuff…" he said between quick gulps of air, "…this right here." He
pushed into Kasumi, hard, a couple more times for emphasis, his face twisting at the
excruciating pleasure of her tightness and liquid heat. "…yeah. Inside Kasumi is where I wanna
be. Unh! Move your hips Kasumi-chan, fuck me back."
Kasumi moaned long and low, the soft erotic noise thrilling everyone in the room, and
experimentally thrust back against Ranma's hips. Nabiki and Akane sat against the wall and
began to shamelessly finger themselves as the rutting couple established a new rhythm. The
slapping sound reached machine-gun intensity as Kasumi's shapely ass pistoned back against
Ranma's forceful thrusts, slowly at first, then almost blurring, the lewd sound joined by
Kasumi's increasingly wild moans and cries.
Nabiki's heart bumped in shock as she realized that her innocent onee-chan was brokenly
chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee-" with every bit of breath left in her body that she
could spare from screaming out her pleasure.
"Unnnnnnhhh!…can't hold on much - longer Kasumi-chan, you're too hot inside –"
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEE…OH *FUCK ME* RANMA-
KUN!"
Nabiki stared. Ranma was clearly trying to fulfill her onee-chan's request, but from the way his
face was twisting and his powerful abdominal muscles were flexing…
"AHHHH! GOD – COMING INSIDE - KASUMI-CHAN!"
Ranma enjoyed one last stroke against the velvety friction of Kasumi's inner walls and shot hot
male essence into her spasming cunt. Kasumi's knees turned to water as she came with him
and the joined couple collapsed to the floor, Ranma moaning out Kasumi's name as her body
gripped him by his most sensitive part, milking it with her inner muscles and giving him
unbearable pleasure.
Kasumi moaned softly as her lover's hard-muscled weight pressed against her back, flattening
her enormous breasts against the hardwood floor. She whimpered at the hot pleasure of his
member pulsing in release inside her intimate passage. She had never felt so vital, so *real* as
during the last few minutes of hard, vigorous sex. Kasumi smiled brilliantly as Ranma softly
kissed the back of her sweaty neck. She prayed that this was not a dream, because she knew
her heart would not survive the disappointment.
* * *
END
* * *
It was the end of another long day on the set of "Neon Genesis Evangelion", Japan's most
popular live-action mecha show, and it's putative star, Shinji Rokubungi, known as "Shinji
Ikari" on the show, was heading to the trailer of the *real* star, or at least that's what she
insisted, Asuka Langley Sohryu.
Shinji reflected as he made the short trip from his trailer to hers that she was the closest to her
fictional personality of the whole crew, except perhaps for his Dad. In the real world, Asuka
was the lush and Misato the one who finished college before her 14th birthday. Not that Asuka
wasn't plenty smart, Shinji thought, she just seemed determined to bury her intelligence under an
tidal wave of alcohol.
As for his Dad, he was every bit as much a bastard as he acted as the head of the fictional
NERV organization, it's just that in the real world, Gendo wasn't responsible for the misery of
an entire world, just that of the half-dozen film crews employed by his Gehrin film studio.
'At least it keeps us in beer and skittles,' Shinji thought as he mounted the short steps leading to
the door of Asuka's trailer. The trailer was sizable, 24 feet long and about 6 wide, containing
the equivalent of a small apartment. It was, in fact, bigger than his dwelling, despite his arguable
position as the show's central cast member. 'A testament to Asuka's ability to bitch,' thought
Shinji wryly.
He knocked on the door, painted a bright, glossy red, like the rest of the structure. His eye was
attracted as always to the big gold 5-pointed star Asuka had placed on it, reading "MOVIE"
above the star and "STAR" below it. He had to smile at her ego.
"-ome in!"
Shinji cranked the handle, popped open the thin metal door and slipped inside. He
automatically hunched, though it was unnecessary to do so inside Asuka's trailer, unlike his.
Even hunched over, it was still cramped inside. He didn't mind though, finding it cozy.
Confined spaces were not one of his fears.
Turning to the left, he navigated through the compact kitchen, the efficiently laid out den/living
room with it's integral sofa and big-screen TV, and made his way to the bedroom at the end.
As he expected, Asuka was flopped out on the fold-out bed, nursing a beer. 'At least she
doesn't smoke. That would be unbearable.'
She waved mellowly to one of the built-in seats around the periphery of the bed, which took up
most of the bedroom's space when unhidden. "Have a seat, Shin-chan."
'Hm, she's in a good mood. Not slurring either.' Remarkable, considering that Shinji
suspected the "water" in the Evian bottle she had been taking slugs from all day was made up of
something a bit stronger than liquid from a mountain spring.
He sat in the indicated spot and studied Asuka's fine-boned face, framed by a shoulder-length
fall of red-gold hair. 'Damn she's pretty…'
"I am devastating, aren't I?" She giggled while Shinji blushed at being caught staring.
Once she was finished giggling, she took another swig of beer and switched moods with the
adroitness of the terminally lubricated.
"Shinji-chan…" she breathed in a low, heated voice, trapping his gaze with her sparkling blue
eyes.
Shinji gulped, feeling an instant hard-on approaching. "Yes Asuka?"
Asuka maintained eye-contact and flopped her legs open. Wide. "I'm horny. Let's screw."
Shinji was suddenly out of breath and ten degrees warmer. His eyes jittered over Asuka's
alluring body, avoiding the place where her long, slender legs were spread in offering.
Automatically, he began his usual defensive schpeil. "We're too young-"
She slugged back the remnant of the beer and tossed it aside with an clink of aluminum.
"Bullshit. I'm old enough to know what screwing is, and to want to do it. That's old enough for
me."
Her voice softened to a croon as she reached over and stroked the bulge in the front of Shinji's
slacks with one delicate hand. "And I'm old enough for Mr. Happy here, aren't I? Yes I am,
mmm…."
Shinji had the feeling that he was going to lose the battle this time. "Ahhh…"
Asuka had been after him like this for some time. She was especially randy when drunk. He'd
managed to fend her off, gently, but for some reason his resistance felt weak today.
His eyes popped open as the pleasant pressure on his hard-on disappeared.
Asuka was taking off her shirt, exposing her lacy white bra. She tossed the shirt to one side and
popped the front clasp on her undergarment.
The bra fell away as Asuka hefted her shapely breasts, then slid her hands over them
caressingly. She smiled at him. "Well-developed for my age, aren't I Mr. Sourpuss?"
Robotically, Shinji nodded, his eyes never moving from Asuka's chest. 'Damn, is she ever.'
The slim build of her 14-year old body made her generous bosom seem even fuller than it
actually was. The pressure in his slacks was growing uncomfortable.
Asuka pouted at his lack of reaction. She lowered herself onto her back, keeping her legs
spread, and slid out of her shorts, leaving her clad only in a tiny scrap of silk that dared to call
itself a panty. She rubbed its quickly dampening front and moaned throatily, arching her back,
and peeking slyly at Shinji through her eyelashes. "Ohhhhhhh…"
Shinji swallowed against a dry throat. He vibrated in place, every scrap of male DNA in his
body urging him to dive into what Asuka was so blatantly offering, but held back by his natural
reserve. He found it increasingly hard to think. The air of the trailer felt warm and humid, as if
he were in a tropical jungle at the dawn of time.
A minute later and Shinji's heart was pounding. Asuka seemed determined to have sex with
someone, even if it had to be with herself. His eyes were locked on where the front of her
silken nether-covering was being convulsively rubbed by her delicate hand. After her first few
teasing strokes, Asuka's hand seemed to develop a mind of its own, sometimes rubbing with
aching slowness, at other times furiously grinding its heel into her swelling mound. The thin
material was now completely transparent, soaked with the fluid leaking out of Asuka's pussy.
Her moaning was driving him crazy.
Abruptly, Asuka hooked her thumbs under the waistband and pulled the drenched scrap of
cloth down, exposing her sex to Shinji's wondering eyes. He stared at it for a moment before
being snapped out of his trance by a soft, moist impact to the side of his face.
It was Asuka's panty, dangling from her foot. He traced the line of her upraised leg, passing
over her red-furred cleft and ending up at her grinning face. "Take it. Since you don't want
little old me…" she pouted again, "…it's my consolation prize to you, Shinji-chan."
Dazedly, he took the offering. It was warm and damp, and very soft. Some instinct made him
bring it to his nose and sniff, delicately. The odor of Asuka's lust dove into his nostrils and into
the old instinctual centers of his mammalian brain. The humid air of the trailer vibrated with an
immaterial "spang!" noise as Shinji's reserve, in a word, snapped.
His hands were as possessed as Asuka's had been a minute ago. They rapidly and accurately
undid the button and zipper on his slacks in under a second. He wasn't looking at them,
instead, he was staring at Asuka. Her smile grew wider and at the same time a touch
apprehensive, as a never-before seen emotion swirled in Shinji's blue orbs. It seemed to
convey, "I am going to fuck you, and fuck you *hard*, until *I've* had enough, never mind
you."
Never looking away from his prey, he hunched over, pulling his slacks and boxers down as
one. He straightened and kicked them deftly to the side. Asuka stared at the manly organ thus
revealed. It stood tall and proud, jutting out of a nest of dark curly hair, of a size equally
impressive for his age as Asuka's breasts were for hers. Her tongue moistened her lips absently
as her gaze focused on its tip, which sported a shimmering drop of pearlescent liquid.
But…her gaze was not the only one focused on Shinji's erection.
A quiet crunching noise attracted the attention of the passion-charged duo. They turned their
heads in unison and stared blankly at the slim albino girl nibbling on a potato chip. She spoke in
a soft, quiet, rather innocent voice.
"What are you doing, Shinji-sempai?"
* * *
Hard Core Lemon Rampage (working title)
* * *
[Tendo House, afternoon]
An ornamental incense shaker fell through the small wooden door in the ceiling, spilling its
contents on those below.
*poof*
"Oh my!"
"What the hell was that?"
"Some kind of dust…"
"More weirdness from you, Saotome?"
Ranma gave Nabiki a look. "Not everything that happens is my fault, Nabiki."
She smiled cattily. "Coulda fooled me."
Ranma raised an eyebrow. "Not likely."
Nabiki smiled again, pleased by their long-term houseguest's acknowledgement of her mental
superiority.
"True, Saotome, very true. Good to see your head's not totally made of muscle."
Ranma made a dissatisfied noise in response to Nabiki's jibe, preoccupied with the odd feeling
washing through him. He never came off the better in verbal exchanges with the sharpest Tendo
sister, but he was improving steadily. His father made a poor steel to sharpen one's wits
against. On the other hand, he was an ideal punching bag.
"Ah crap…more magic."
"Oh my!"
Ranma gave Kasumi a look. "Again with the 'Oh my!'. Is that all you can say, Kasumi-chan?"
Kasumi smiled warmly at him. Her smile seemed more luminous than usual. It was making him
feel…warm. "Just staying in character, Ranma-kun."
Ranma pulled off his silk Chinese shirt, discarded it, then removed the thin cotton muscle shirt
underneath as well. "Too damn hot in here…staying in character, Kasumi-chan?"
Kasumi nodded happily, unbuttoning the front of her house dress. Akane and Nabiki were
removing their outer clothing as well, the latter mumbling about the need to open a window and
the former a warning that perverts had better keep their eyes to themselves.
"A constant catchphrase is an excellent way to trap people's attention, keeping them from
noticing anything about you other than what you want them to."
Ranma grunted an acknowledgement of his understanding, starting to take deeper breaths as
Kasumi's shapely bare shoulders made their appearance, followed by her bra-clad torso.
"Ninjitsu, eh Kasumi-chan? Man, you are totally smoking hot!"
Kasumi pulled her dress off and dropped it to the side, leaving her in bra and panties, both
white and simple in design.
"Do you really think so?"
She posed shyly, tilting her head to the side, hands pressed to her upper thighs.
Ranma ogled.
"Oh, HELL yeah! I always thought you were pretty, but I never guessed that under that dress
you were so BUILT! "
Kasumi's cheeks pinked prettily. She smiled warmly at Ranma, her big brown eyes sparkling.
Her hands reached behind her and her bra fell away, exposing two swelling orbs of erotic fruit.
Ranma stared.
Kasumi's smile took on a naughty, "getting away with something" undertone. She slid her hands
up along her ribs and cupped herself. Her soft murmur of "Do you like my breasts, Ranma-
kun?" hit him like a hammer.
He nodded and said the most intelligent thing he could think of. "Guh-huh."
Blushing terribly, Kasumi gracefully bent forward and pulled her panties down her thighs.
Ranma's eyes stayed locked to the soft shelf of her heavy D-cups as they swayed with her
movement. As she straightened up, blushing and covering her groin with both hands, he knew
that he had to have her. Now.
Kasumi's blush stayed as Ranma, eyes hard and almost menacing, stared at her as he jerked his
pants down and kicked them away. Another second and his boxers were gone as well. Ranma
breathed deeply, enjoying the cooling air on his hard and throbbing erection. He was going to
fuck Kasumi, fuck her until she screamed out her joy. His blue eyes, normally warm, now hot,
locked with Kasumi's brown eyes, normally serene, now pools of warm, welcoming lust.
Kasumi's gaze dropped to his exposed cock. It pointed straight at the ceiling, slightly curved,
parallel to Ranma's body. Her tongue stole out to moisten dry lips. She opened her mouth and
said -
"Hey! She's not the only one in the room, you know!"
Ranma jerked his eyes to the left and saw Akane and her mercenary sister, both with hands on
hips. Bare hips. Akane was bushy between the legs and Nabiki neatly trimmed.
Nabiki followed his eyes and tsked. "You really should take better care of yourself, sis."
Akane pinked. "Um…I'm kinda embarrassed to poke around down there. Usually."
Nabiki noticed Ranma's eyes drifting back to Kasumi. "You snooze you lose, sis."
"Huh?"
* * *
Ranma groaned as his cock was devoured by Nabiki's hot mouth. The instant after Akane's
exclamation, she'd been on her knees and sucking.
Nabiki bobbed her head, sucking voraciously. She made eye contact as she let the spit-
covered organ slide out most of the way out of her mouth. Ranma's knees trembled as she
suckled gently on the head of his penis, washing it with her soft, slippery tongue.
"Fuck Nabiki!"
She let him slip momentarily out of her mouth, saliva connecting them with a silvery trail.
"That comes next. Umph." She slurped his stiff organ back inside and continued the blowjob.
"Ohhhhhh…. Shit that's good. Keep pressing with your lips that way Nabiki-chan, please."
The pressure of Nabiki's soft lips sliding up and down his aching penis was the greatest pleasure
Ranma had ever felt. He *had* to get more of this. And when she used her tongue… His
knees trembled again as Nabiki lavished licks on his cockhead. An intense thrill radiated down
the length of his sexual organ, making Ranma's muscles tense up in a novel way. "Unh…oh
God…something's happening Nabiki. Keep licking – unh – keep – sucking…"
Nabiki slid the hard cock in and almost out of her mouth, keeping it bathed in her warm saliva
and administering constant pressure with her lips. "Unmph, umm…" At the end of an up-
stroke, she let it rest on her chin for a moment as she drew a couple of deep breaths. Taking
Ranma's balls into one hand, she used the other to hold his penis to her mouth, positioning it for
a rapid lick-attack on the head.
"What're you – oh *fuck*!"
Ranma nearly fell down as Nabiki's warm, slippery-soft tongue flicked across the ultra-sensitive
underside of the tip of his penis. The sexy mercenary Tendo sister dipped his cockhead
between her soft lips, keeping it warm, and continued to lick rapidly. The unbelievably intense
sensation coursing through Ranma's penis and lower body swelled, becoming both extremely
pleasant and at the same time, unbearably urgent.
"Oh – god – Nabiki –"
*laplaplaplap*
"*FUCK*!!!"
Ranma slowly sagged to his knees as his penis jerked and pulsed, sending small spurts of thick
whitish fluid into Nabiki's mouth and onto her lips and chin. A peculiar smell filled the air of the
Tendo dining room, reminiscent of bleach. "Oh…shit…that was…urgh…"
An indeterminate time later, Ranma felt a hand on his shoulder. It was warm and female, and it
gave him a little shake.
"Wakey-wakey, Saotome. You got yours, so…now that the edge is off, it's time for some
reciprocation. Lengthy reciprocation. I hope you're no short-timer. It'd be a shame if a good
looking stud like you was a dud in the sack."
Ranma knew a challenge when he heard one, even if the terms were unfamiliar. He surged to
his feet. "Hey! I'm no short-timer!"
'Whatever that is.'
He was met by Nabiki's catty grin. She had her hands on her hips again, framing her brown fur
landing strip. Her grin widened as Ranma's cock stirred when he set eyes on her large, round
boobs. Though not quite as big as Kasumi's, they seemed even bigger due to Nabiki's lesser
height.
Ranma's felt energy rush to his groin as he drank in the sight of the middle Tendo sister's nude
body. She was a petite, curvy package, nice toned legs, flat belly, narrow waist and big, full
breasts. "You've got a nice pair of tits, Nabs."
Nabiki slid her gaze down Ranma's body and leered. "And you've got a nice big cock,
Ranma-chan."
Ranma frowned. "Don't call me Ranma-chan." His penis was back at full erection, hard and
throbbing with blood.
Nabiki leaned against the dining room wall and took on a position of subtle invitation, widening
her knees and opening up her arms. She gave herself a little shake, making her boobs jiggle.
"Fuck me then. Show me that you aren't a "chan", Mr. Short-time."
Ranma took a short step forward, breathing heavily. The contours of Nabiki's shapely body
called to him. The tingle in the nerves of his penis and groin needed to be satisfied. It had felt
so, *so* good to be in Nabiki's mouth. How good would it feel in her pussy? He had to find
out.
Nabiki's eyes sparkled with mischief. She smirked at him in challenge and invitation, one hand
idly fluffing the soft fur above her lower entrance. He grinned back.
"Oh I'll show you, Nabiki-chan. You won't be so full of yourself when you're screaming my
name."
Nabiki was breathing heavily now as well. She opened her mouth and said -
"No! My turn now. I'm…hot. I need it!"
* * *
Nabiki's glare could have smelted tin. Akane was (as usual) oblivious. She glared at her
oneechan. "You had him in your mouth already, Nabiki-chan!" She wiggled her hips in
discomfort. "I'm burning. …down there." She turned a pleading gaze onto her fiancée.
"Ranma…please…"
Ranma blinked at her, trying to focus past the urgency in his groin. "What, Akane?"
She scowled. "You know! I need…" She wiggled again. Ranma just stared blankly.
Akane snarled silently. She could almost see images of her oneechan's nude body cycling
through Ranma's glassy eyes. "You hentai! I'm in distress and all you can do is stand there and
think about my sister!"
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Well, yes, Akane. I'm the one who had his cock in my mouth a
minute ago." She rolled her eyes again as Akane blushed at the mental image. "Fine. C'mere."
Akane eeped as her sister grabbed her arm and used it to flip her around. "Hands on the wall,
Akane-chan." Quelled by her big sister's commanding tone, Akane did as she was told. She
eeped again as Nabiki gave her bottom a little smack. "You can fuck Ranma first. But…he
does your ass, not your pussy."
"What!? NO! No way!" Akane's attempt to change position was halted when Nabiki
smacked her bottom again, a little harder this time. She instinctively froze. Long ago, Nabiki
was put in charge of little Akane and had doled out a number of memorable spankings. The
youngest Tendo's mind had mostly forgotten, but her body hadn't.
She shivered as Nabiki spoke directly into her ear, her breath startlingly warm. "In your ass or
you go last, Akane-chan. What'll it be?"
There was a long pause.
"…okay."
Smirking in satisfaction at finally dealing out some payback to Daddy's spoiled little princess,
Nabiki turned back to Ranma – and blinked. Hard.
"Oh my."
* * *
Both the younger Tendos stared, jaws slack with amazement as the sound of flesh slapping
against flesh sounded loudly in the air of Tendo-ke's small living room.
Kasumi was on her hands and knees with Ranma using her hard from behind. Her big breasts
shook and jiggled, gleaming with a light sweat. Nabiki drank in the look of utter joy on her big
sister's face. Kasumi had never looked so…alive, in all Nabiki's familiar memories of her.
"Oh yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSS…"
Ranma grunted and thrust as tirelessly as a machine, slapping his hips hard against Kasumi's big,
buttery-soft ass and ramming his steel-hard prick between the fleshy petals of her welcoming
cunt.
"Ooooohhhh…this is the stuff…" he said between quick gulps of air, "…this right here." He
pushed into Kasumi, hard, a couple more times for emphasis, his face twisting at the
excruciating pleasure of her tightness and liquid heat. "…yeah. Inside Kasumi is where I wanna
be. Unh! Move your hips Kasumi-chan, fuck me back."
Kasumi moaned long and low, the soft erotic noise thrilling everyone in the room, and
experimentally thrust back against Ranma's hips. Nabiki and Akane sat against the wall and
began to shamelessly finger themselves as the rutting couple established a new rhythm. The
slapping sound reached machine-gun intensity as Kasumi's shapely ass pistoned back against
Ranma's forceful thrusts, slowly at first, then almost blurring, the lewd sound joined by
Kasumi's increasingly wild moans and cries.
Nabiki's heart bumped in shock as she realized that her innocent onee-chan was brokenly
chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee-" with every bit of breath left in her body that she
could spare from screaming out her pleasure.
"Unnnnnnhhh!…can't hold on much - longer Kasumi-chan, you're too hot inside –"
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEE…OH *FUCK ME* RANMA-
KUN!"
Nabiki stared. Ranma was clearly trying to fulfill her onee-chan's request, but from the way his
face was twisting and his powerful abdominal muscles were flexing…
"AHHHH! GOD – COMING INSIDE - KASUMI-CHAN!"
Ranma enjoyed one last stroke against the velvety friction of Kasumi's inner walls and shot hot
male essence into her spasming cunt. Kasumi's knees turned to water as she came with him
and the joined couple collapsed to the floor, Ranma moaning out Kasumi's name as her body
gripped him by his most sensitive part, milking it with her inner muscles and giving him
unbearable pleasure.
Kasumi moaned softly as her lover's hard-muscled weight pressed against her back, flattening
her enormous breasts against the hardwood floor. She whimpered at the hot pleasure of his
member pulsing in release inside her intimate passage. She had never felt so vital, so *real* as
during the last few minutes of hard, vigorous sex. Kasumi smiled brilliantly as Ranma softly
kissed the back of her sweaty neck. She prayed that this was not a dream, because she knew
her heart would not survive the disappointment.
* * *
END