Ranma no Yume

A Ranma 1/2 Lemon

	"You may touch me in dreams but they don't stay
	    How am I gonna face the light of day?"


	Ranma awoke early on a cool spring morning. Genma still lay asleep next to him, snoring heavily. He yawned and stretched, his hand brushing across a wet, sticky patch on the sheet. Oh no, he thought, not again.
	He lifted the sheet and peeked under. Yep, the front of his boxers were warm and sticky, too. Ranma sighed in digust. You'd think, he thought, if I had a dream that good, I'd remember it.
	He stripped the sheets off his bed and carried them to the laundry room. He'd better clean these now, before someone else woke up. He was sure they'd never let him live it down. He grumbled and set to work.

*	*	*

	Ranma sat in the Cat Cafe in the evening of that smae day, moody and distracted. Even a double helping of Shampoo's best ramen couldn't seem to snap him out of it. Cologne pogoed over to the table where he was sitting, staring distractedly out the window.
	"What's wrong, son-in-law? You seem down today."
	"Huh? Oh, nothin'. It's just... I keep havin' these dreams.. but I can't remember them." Cologne raised her eyebrows and he blushed red. "Not that, you know, they're any kind of great dreams or nothin'. Just, you know, regular dreams."
	"Hmm." Cologne looked thoughtful for a moment. "I may be able to help you, son-in-law. Wait here." Cologne hopped into the back of the restaurant, where she kept her supply of herbs. She cackled as she found the one she was looking for and pogoed back out to Ranma. "Here." She handed him a small wrinkly purple plant. "This is a secret herb, raised only by the Amazons of Joketsuzoku. It allows the taker to remember all the dreams of one night with crystal clarity. Just boil it in one cup of water and drink all the water before going to bed."
	Ranma took the herb uncertainly. "How do I know this ain't a trick or somethin'?"
	Cologne chuckled. "You don't. If you take it or not all depends on how much you want to remember your dreams."
	He twirled it in his hands. "What do you want for it?"
	"Consider it my gift to Shampoo's future husband."
	Ranma looked at her suspiciously. "Uh, all right then. Thanks." He left the cafe, still twirling the herb between his fingers. Cologne looked after him and smiled.

*	*	*

	Ranma looked uncertainly at the cup filled with purplish fluid in front of him. It smelled kind of like licorice. Was it worth it, he wondered. Was this just another trick or was the old ghoul really telling the truth? It kept coming back to the same question. How much did he want to remember those dreams? They'd been tormenting him almost every night for over a month now. He wasn't exactly sure, but he didn't think that was normal.
	Well, nothing was gong to be solved just sitting here looking at it. Ranma took a deep breath and downed the entire cup in one gulp. "Hmm. Not bad." It left a pleasantly warm trail down his throat. 
	Ranma headed to his room, where his father was already bedded down for the night. He snapped off the light and lay down on his bed.
	"'Night, pop."
	Genma held up a sign: "Good-night."
	Ranma closed his eyes and felt his body relax and his mind spiral down towards sleep. Suddenly, he started awake again. He heard footsteps coming towards him across the floor. He looked over to where his father had been sleeping, but Genma was no where to be seen. Wow, he thought, I must have fallen asleep. Funny, I don't remeber it.
	The footsteps continued across the floor. "Is that you, pop?" He raised himself up slightly. The person passed in front of a window, and their form was silhouetted against the moon for a moment. It was definitely female, and most definitely not Genma.
	"Akane?" Ranma called out suspiciously. "That's not you, is it?"
	"No, it's not." The person stepped closer to where Ranma lay, stopping just at a shadow where he couldn't see her face. Her voice sounded ver familiar for some reason, but it wasn't Akane's, that was for sure.
	"Shampoo? Kodachi? Ucchan?"
	"No, no, and no." The voice sounded amused. Ranma squinted , trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. 
	"Who are you, then?!"
	The girl just giggled. She stepped forward, out of the shadows. Ranma gasped. Blue eyes, red hair in a pig tail, a tank top shirt and boxer shorts: it was his female self!!!
	"What? How?! What's gong on?!?!?!" Ranma leapt out of his bed and stood, staring at her. She smiled at him coyly. "Come on. Don't tell me," she moved towards him and put her arms around his neck, "that you weren't expecting me."
	"Expecting you?! You're just about the last person  I would expect!" He strained away from her, but she held onto him, with a strength belaying her size.
	Ranma looked down at her. Funny, he'd never noticed how little she was before. The top of her head just barely reached his chin. His clothes that she was wearing were way too big, too. The tank top hung off her chest, allowing flashes of her breasts. Embarassed, Ranma realized that he was getting a reaction, his member beginning to strain against his boxers. He forced himself not to look. I see those every day, he chided himslef, they shouldn't be effecting me like this!!
	Girl-Ranma smiled up at him again. She took her hands from behind his neck and lifted  the tank top over her head, allowing it to fall to the floor. Every one of Ranma's instincts were telling him to run, to get out of there, but he stayed rooted to the spot, perversly fascinated as he watched his female self undress. It was different, seeing it from the outside of the body.
	Girl-Ranma stepped forward again, now completely naked. Ranma swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. She winked. "Your turn," she told him. She pulled on his shirt, lifting it off. Ranma made no move to stop her. He still couldn't believe what was happening. She put her arms around his neck again, pressing her warm breasts into his now bare chest, and sending little electric tingles down his spine.
	She raised her mouth to his, kissing him passionately. Ranma's inner mind was screaming at him, but he couldn't seem to move away from her encircling arms and warm, welcoming mouth.
	She broke away from the kiss and slid her hands down his back. She then slowly knelt in front of him, licking and kissing her way down his chest, hitting all his most sensitive spots; the ones other people wouldn't know, and a few he hadn't known himslef.
	She stopped at the top of his boxers. She looked up into his eyes. When Ranma made no move to stop her, she chuckled a little and pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock. She leaned forward and took it's entire length into her mouth. Ranma gasped and had to grab his night-table for support. It felt like his knees were about to collapse under him.
	Onna-Ranma pulled her head back slowly, her tongue dancing lightly on the underside of his cock. She cupped one hand around his sensitive balls, caressing them gently while she sucked him off. Ranma closed his eyes. It seemed she knew exactly what to do to give him the most pleasure.
	Ranma moaned and arched his back as she pulled her head back once more. It took all of his self control to keep from exploding right there in her mouth. Just as he came to the point where he could no longer hold himself back, she pulled away and ceased her ministrations.  "Not yet," She told him, "I want you inside me first."
	She pulled him over to his bed and pushed him down gently, so he was sprawled across the bed. A part of him was still screaming this is sick, what are you doing you pervert?!?! But it was a very small voice, and he ignored it as Girl-Ranma entered the bed next to him. She knelt next to his chest, with her thighs spread apart. She reached her hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. "It's too dry right now," she said, "but I can get it nice and wet." She leaned backwards, giving Ranma a perfect view of her bare pussy. A thought vaguely drifted through his head. She shaves....? Onna-Ranma used one hand to spread herself apart while the other rubbed her clit in circles. Ranma watched, fascinated. Almost without accord, he moved his hands towards her. Onna-Ranma took his hand and placed them around her waist. Then, she gently pushed his head 
downwards, between legs. 
	Ranma cautiously extended his tongue outwards, moving it between her pussy lips. He was rewarded with a gasp and a shudder from his female self. He inhaled deeply. Her cunt had kind of a spicy, musky odor. She moaned loudly as he moved his tongue from one end to the other. He found her clit and flicked his tongue back and forth over it quickly. Girl-Ranma thrust her hips forward. Ranma moved his tongue up into her and wiggled it around. He could taste her juices, flowing over her tongue. She cried out, cumming as Ranma's tongue moved in her. Ranma found his mouth filled with her juices. Not knowing what else to do, he swallowed.
	Girl-Ranma pulled herself away from his mouth. She got up, rolled Ranma back onto his back, then threw her leg over him, positioning herself just over his cock. "Now I want you in me," she breathed. She lowered herself slowly down, guiding him in with her hand. Ranma cried out as her warm cunt engulfed his entire prick.
	Girl Ranma paused when she had completely taken him in, enjoying the sensation of having him buried deep within her with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Ranma thrust himself upwards, trying desperately to move back and forth within her. She smiled down and began to move up and down agonizingly slowly. He grunted and put his hands around her waist, making her move more quickly. She braced her arms to either side of him, riding him harder and faster. He creid out again. He couldn't believe the incredible sensations he was recieving. 
	Girl-Ranma leaned forward, resting her breasts on his chest, while still riding him at a steady pace. Ranma circled her waist with his arms and thrust his hips upwards several times, pushing himself roughly into her. She cried out, and he rolled over, being careful not to crush her, so that he was on top. She gasped as he pushed into her, harder and faster. Suddenyl, her muscles tightened around him as she began to orgasm. It was enough to set him off as well, and
they cam together, Ranma shooting his hot cum deep inside her as she moaned in pleasure.
	Ranma collapsed beside his female self, totally exhausted. She sat up. Ranma felt his eyelids growing heavy. He fought to keep them open as she leaned over and kissed his forhead. "Until next time," she whispered in his ear. "It's time for you to wake up now."
	Wake up? He thought, but I'm already... He opened his eyes. The sun was shining brightly through the window and Genma was in his bed across the room snoring like a buzz-saw. Ranma closed his eyes again, and realized he needed to clean the sheets.