<a Quick MST by A-kun>

A-kun: This is MST'll be me and me alone.

From: UkyouKwnji@aol.com

A-kun: Greetings, UkyouKwnji@aol.com.  Though, I must admit, that IS a 
strange name...

Date: Tue, 8 Dec 1998 19:35:45 EST
To: ffml@fanfic.com
Subject: [FFML] [Ranma][Fanfic][Lemon] Manzuri Break

::looks up at listmembers with heavy-lidded eyes::

A-kun: 
[UkyouKwnji]GottastopdrinkingJoltafterIdrinkSurgeandapotofcoffee..Hey,whyiseveryonemovingsoslowgottagogottagogottarodeo..[remains 
seated and proceeds to vibrate through the floor ala The Flash]

Konbanwa, minna-san... just thought I'd take a breather from the 
hectic pace of the Pencils project (yeah, yeah... shameless plug, 
I know) and the real-life Christmas rush.  Consider this a...

A-kun: [fratboy] PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTY!!!

MANZURI BREAK
a Ranma 1/2 lemon shortfic
by Ukyou Kuonji

(Manzuri: literally, "ten thousand rubs")

A-kun: ....... this is gonna get WEIRD.

LEMON TAG: Okay gang, you know what this means: graphic sexual 
references.  Just so you've been warned, ne?

A-kun: I'll keep the drooling to a minimum. :p~~~~~~~~~~~~|

And I'm fully aware that this thing's non-linear as far as time 
goes... I really don't know what else to do with it.

C&C, flames, whatever, accepted gratefully.  No hentai drooling, 
if at all possible, please...

                                                      |
A-kun: I said I'd keep it to a minimum. :p~~~~~~~~~~~~|
                                                      |

*****

"Take care of things for a moment, Konatsu, would you?  I have to, 
uh... use the toilet."  And with that, Ukyou ducked hurriedly into 
the kitchen.  

A-kun: [rolling eyes] Suuuuure, you are.  Not even in a lemon of 
RIDICULOUS proportions has ANY woman used the toilet after a line like 
that, okay?

Konatsu watched as the door swung back and forth a couple of times, 
then turned back to the customers.  "Now, you had the pepper-pork, 
and you had the Neptune, right?  Okay..."

A-kun: .......................... there's either a bad pun in there or 
these are some strange names for dishes.

Ukyou nestled herself in a secluded corner of the kitchen.  It was her 
little niche, where she wouldn't be seen as she unsheathed her battle 
spatula, and straddled it like a witch might her broom.

A-kun: Actually, the way they straddle it depends on whether they're a 
perverted witch, a horny witch or a good witch.  [pause] Wouldn't that 
be a weird line for the Wizard of Oz?  [Good Witch of the North] Are you 
a perverted witch or a good witch?  Perverted?  Good!  Let's get it on! 
[normal] ..... gotta stop listening to my sister.  She's perverting me.

 She pulled 
the handle up so that her buttocks were resting on the blade, and the 
handle pressed against her front.  She closed her eyes as she bent and 
unbent her knees, rubbing herself against the handle.

A-kun: [O_O] Oh my, I've gotta read up on my Novice Paladin manual to 
see if I can see this. [reads, gets angry, then tosses the book away] 
Who cares, that book is five minutes old, anyway.

 Pretty soon, 
she could feel herself beginning to tingle from the friction of her 
clitoris against the handle, and was aware that her tights were 
getting damp.

She didn't care.

She was in heaven, as she imagined herself dancing tightly against 
Ran-chan, and feeling *him* pressing her there.  Her knees buckled as 
the first wave hit...

A-kun: [X_X] *THUD*

*****

With her sisters (and Ranma) off at school, and the fathers out either 
at the pub or the public baths, Kasumi felt she had time to enjoy 
herself.  She strode off to the linen closet, and shunted the door 
open.  There it was, tucked under a pile of old blankets and 
spreads... her little heirloom.  

A-kun: [waking up] Huh? Wha?  KASUMI?!?!

It had to have been passed on down through at least three or four 
generations, judging by the evidence of wear,

A-kun: *BLEARRG*

and the fact that ivory 
had not been legally obtainable for some decades, now.  But it was her 
'little man' (though at nearly eleven inches, it was far from little), 

A-kun: [clutching stomach] I didn't need to know that.... I told Huh? 
that, and I'm telling YOU this.... *BLEARG*

and she enjoyed it thoroughly.  Even more so in the last few years, as 
she had come to note how its color resembled prepared soy cakes... 

A-kun: [still clutching stomach, but looking better] Food... Must 
concentrate on food....

and 

ever since, she wondered about the man whose name that color reminded 
her of.

A-kun: GAaaaaaaaah...

She kissed the ivory shaft, and wet it thoroughly with her tongue.  As 
she lifted her skirt, she trembled as she slowly pushed it inside... 
would it be like this when she and the good doctor finally...?  
Ahhh...

A-kun: [still queasy] Doc Tofu is going to be quite nervous if he ever 
finds out what he has to live up to.

*****

Kodachi tugged as the crotch of her leotard.  It was damp by now, and 
not much from sweat; she'd just stopped in the middle of the routine 
she was practicing, and had been standing there, running her fingers 
over the rose leaf pattern that covered her by-now flooded delta.

A-kun: [Jane Random Gymnastic girl] Oh, crap, Tifa, go get the mop and 
spray paint.  Kodachi's gonna stain the mat again. [Tifa] Again!?  
That's the third time today!

She was permitted this sort of daydreaming, even on school grounds; 
after all, she was squad captain, was she not?  Besides, the gymnasium 
was empty this late at night. 

A-kun: [Genma voice] Suuuuure it is.  Just keep telling yourself that 
girl.

She smiled as she reflected on the 
origin of the word 'gymnasium'.  Well, why not honor the tradition, 
after all?

A-kun: What origin?  What tradition?!

She very nearly tore her leotard in her haste to remove it.  Her 
fingers flew unfettered across her sex as she leaned against the 
gym wall.  Passers-by would well have noticed the gasps and cries 
for "Ranma-sama!" emanating from Saint Hebereke's and tended to 
conclude the place was haunted.

A-kun: Or that it was Kodachi tied up and stuffed into her locker by her 
fellow teammates again.

*****

During the afternoon lull at the NekoHanten, Shampoo decided to take 
advantage of the free time to do some practicing of her own.

A-kun: [Cologne, cheering] Chug, chug, chug, chug... [Shampoo drains the 
can and lets out a loud belch] WHOOOOOOOOO!!

 Not the 
usual martial arts practice; she was learning a skill that Ai Ren (and 
*only* Ai Ren) would be able to appreciate... someday.

A-kun: Lighting farts is NOT a skill Ranma will appreciate, Shampoo.  
Maybe when he joins a frat, but not now.

 Down on all 
fours, she winced as she thrust her index and middle fingers into 
herself as deep as they could go.

A-kun: [Shampoo] Just little... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! DAMN MOUSE 
TRAP!!

 From this point, she could feel 
the results as she attempted to squeeze her fingers with her pelvic 
muscles.  Ahh... now she could feel it.  

A-kun: [in snide and vicious tone (it should be noted that A-kun hates 
Shampoo)] Shampoo would never be able never be a good cow herder because 
she can't keep to calves together!

Her fingers instinctively tried to wriggle free from the grip she held 
them in, causing her thumb to press hard on her clitoris.  Her back 
arched, catlike, as she yowled out her own pleasure.

A-kun: [Shampoo] Son of turkey-burger!  That hurt like mother-pooper!  
Hmmm, maybe Shampoo need learn Japanese much more goodly.

With her buttocks wriggling in the air, pointed at the entrance to her 
room, she was unaware that she had not properly closed the door.  Nor 
was she aware that someone else had discovered this fact already.

A-kun: And this better not turn into an Akane/Shampoo lemon.

As titillating as the sight was to Mousse, it was also infuriating.  
He knew what she was thinking about as she began to cry out.

A-kun: [Mousse, thinking] Come on!  I told her that her condition wasn't 
all that uncommon.  Why, there's even that video, F^3 I think it's 
called, that shows how to handle it! 

It occurred to him that she was probably thinking about Ranma, 
that ingrate.

A-kun: Look, Mousse, if you wanna get her goods (why is beyond me), you 
gotta train in the Kachuu Teshin Amiguriken, the Bakusai Tenketsu, the 
Hiryuu Shoten Ha, and either the Mouko Takabisha or the Shishi Houkodan.  
THEN beat up Ranma, THEN beat up Shampoo and CLAIM HER HAND IN MARRIAGE, 
YOU DINK!  Of course, there are those even LESS sympathetic to Mousse's 
cause that write nasty fanfics about him and I'm apparently rambling, so 
I'll shut up now.

It occurred to him that she was probably oblivious to the world 
by now.

A-kun: [Mousse] DEAR KAMIS, THE SMELL!!

It occurred to him that he could probably come up behind her, and 
she'd never notice until he was right on top of her, and by then, 
she'd be enjoying herself too much to care.

A-kun: Mousse may want Shampoo, but not by any means necessary.  He 
wants her love, not her head on a pike like me.

It occurred to him that there was somebody behind him.

A-kun: [Mousse] Happosai, that you?

WHACK!

Nothing was occurring to him anymore.

A-kun: [startled] Oh dear Kami-sama!  You killed Mousse!  You BASTARD!

"Oaf," muttered Cologne to no one in particular, as she looked down 
upon Mousse's unconscious form.  She would have to speak to Shampoo, 
however, about closing her door securely if was was planning

A-kun: 'If was was' should PROBABLY be something like 'if she was'.

this kind 
of exercise in the near future.

*****

Another would-be voyeur was equally unconscious in Akane's room, if 
only by his own doing.  P-chan was on his side, a small pool of blood 
forming on the floorboards where he had fallen with a severe 
nosebleed.

A-kun: [Ryouga] That Ukyou is one hot and sexy babe!

 Akane was in no condition to notice, lying on her back 
with her index and middle fingers thrusting fast and deep inside her 
vagina.  The heel of her palm covered her pubic region from view, but 
it by no means rested there.  Intermittently, she would bring the heel 
of her hand down hard against herself, and the clitoral sensation 
merely spurred her on.

A-kun: Hmmmm, I guess Akane IS female.  And here I thought she was more 
like Tsubasa...

It would have been easier to do this if she had her Butterfly,

A-kun: .................. she's trained an insect?!

but 
she hadn't been able to locate it recently, and she really needed the 
release right now more than the item itself.  And at this point, with 
her hips gyrating and her fingers moving like a sewing machine, she 
could care less.

She knew the walls in the house were thin, but what difference did it 
make now?  A loud cry escaped her lips, and her hips began gyrating 
wildly.  It wouldn't be long now...

A-kun: Before Soun, Genma, Nabiki, Kasumi or Ranma comes barging in, 
asking what's wrong.  The men will die of nosebleeds and the girls will 
die of embarrassment.

*****

Nabiki could hear her little sister through the thin walls that 
seperated the two bedroom, and a faint smile crossed her lips.  <Not 
a bad idea, considering...>  She pushed herself away from her 
computer, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a little on-off 
switch.  The switch's wires ran from itself to an indeterminate place 
inside Nabiki's jeans.  She leaned back, and turned the switch on...

A-kun: [Nabiki] Ah, the spice channel unscrambler is working fine.  Now 
to get aroused and star in a lesbian fanfic. [suddenly, a computer drops 
down and smashes A-kun to the ground.  He gets back up and a note 
floated down in front of him.  He read it aloud] "Dear A-kun, knock it 
the hell off before I have to sue your pants off.  P.S. Don't forget the 
whip cream next time, Love Nabiki." ...... That's right.  Today's 
Saturday.  I better finish this up.

<Ahh...> she cooed to herself, in tune with the hum of the Butterfly.  
It was a pleasant, yet mild sensation, as the vibrator buzzed tightly 
against her sex.  Every so often, she would twitch involuntarily in 
response, and with increasing frequency as it continued to rub 
relentlessly against her.  She clenched her teeth, and a tiny trickle 
of sweat ran down the side of her face, as she fought to control 
herself for as long as she could.  The longer the battle, after all, 
the greater the release...

A-kun: You know, it's amazing that no one is walking in on these scenes, 
but I guess those who could handle them are probably busy themselves.  
Ryouga, for instance, is unconscious.  Nabiki isn't.

*****

The doors to the dojo were shut fast, an unusual thing at the Tendo 
compound, which was almost always available for people to drop in (not 
that this was by choice).  A sign hung outside the dojo: "Class in 
session, do not disturb."

One student, and one teacher lay naked on the floor in the middle of 
the dojo,

A-kun: .......... *BLEEAAAAARGG*  This had better not be a Soun and 
Genma scene!

and she was one and the same.  Strewn around her were all 
manner of paraphernalia only related to martial arts by the remotest 
of means - a misspelling.

A-kun: Wha?

Ranma-chan was sweating profusely as the Butterfly strapped to her 
labia whirred furiously.

A-kun: What is this obsession with this thing?  Is it the only one in 
existance?

 It was at its highest setting, and it was 
bringing her almost to the breaking point, as she strained to resist 
the temptation to succumb.  Six times she had ascended, and six times 
she had stopped just short of the summit.  She felt as if she were 
about to burst. 

The time had come, she decided with a small smirk.  

She switched off the Butterfly and unfastened it.  Still lying on 
her back on the dojo floor, she reached for a nearby teakettle.  
It had been boiling when she had shut the door, but after all this 
exertion, it would be cool enough to be tolerable; she hoped it would 
suffice to make the change.

A-kun: Time to get drunk, I think.

She poured the water on her head, and he felt a horrendous ache in his 
groin as he transformed.  He looked down; he had never seen himself so 
large.  He knew he would have to let go, and soon, or he could 

seriously 

injure himself.

A-kun: [@_@] *HIC* Ooooooojisamaaaaaaaa! *TH-----UD*

He reached down, grasping his shaft eagerly.  He moved his hand rapidly 
up and down its length, quickening the tempo with each stroke.  

Finally, 

he could take no more, and with a loud grunt, thrust his hips upwards. 
A single burst of white foam flew from him, barely missing the ceiling, 
and landing just shy of his ear while his member continued to pulse out 
the rhythm of his orgasm.  

Exhausted, he lay there, staring at the ceiling, for several minutes.

Finally, he rose unsteadily to his feet.  Grabbing a nearby towel, he 
proceeded to wipe himself off, as well as the spot on the dojo floor.
He picked up his clothes from a heap in the corner, and put them on.
He sighed as he collected the broom, the ivory phallus and the 
Butterfly, to be returned to their proper places.

"I'll get it to hit the ceiling next time..."

*****

Somehow, I think Ran-chan could even be competitive about something 
like masturbation, don't you?  I think it must be a guy thing...

A-kun: [waking up] W's b'nginginga?

Anyway, I like the sequence and individual approaches, but if 
someone can think of more appropriate manners, by all means...
let me know.  Anyway, I gotta go, uh... use the toilet.

Itsu mo,
Ucchan   ^_^

A-kun: Byyyeeeee-beeeeeeeee... Wa't.... Nabiki.  Naked.  Whip Cream. 
[sobers instantly] Gotta go!

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