Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Tables Turned ❯ Ranko ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Tsukino Kage 
Enter Ranko, Ranma's newest girl.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 5.6K | Status: Completed
Enter Ranko, Ranma's newest girl.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 5.6K | Status: Completed
Tables Turned
A fanfic by Tsukino Kage Spectre set in "Ranma One Half" by Rumiko Takahashi with cameos from various other series belonging to their respective owners.
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It miffs me a bit that I updated the prologue and finished it, but ff.net won't read it that way. It keeps saying that the last update was at July 25. For those who looked at this, I urge you to backtrack to the prologue, and read the added parts or this part is not going to make sense.
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Chapter One - Ranko
***
The being known as Chaos watched his latest pawn at a distance, enjoying himself with his new toy. Quite a simple acquisition too. All he needed was to play on the boy's weaknesses and amplify them as needed, and he was like putty in his hands. And even better that HIS toy's 'toy' looked exactly like one of his most hated enemies. The thought of degrading and reducing the real thing like the simulacrum(1) was most sweet indeed.
He didn't really lie, everything he said was true, from a certain perspective. But he also knew the only truth(2), that all things are but lies, and that the greatest lie of all is what becomes reality. And he was a true grandmaster of lying for is not half a truth the greatest lie?
Looking at his creation, he thought of the next step to take. Obviously, he needed to consolidate his control of the boy, and that meant getting him more enamoured with the fate he had laid out for him. And he had an idea on just how to do that.
The thought made him snicker. Nerima was the perfect place to sow chaos and anarchy, which, when laced with the madness and the selfish natures of the participants, would lead to evil, his meat and drink. He had stumbled, figuratively, upon a gold mine.
Now he just had to enjoy the fun.
***
(1) I intend to write a story about this particular 'real thing' charcter as soon as I finish this one. Wait for it. Oh, and for the uninformed, simulacrum is a Latin word for clone, copy, or double.
(2) Depressing thought, but nonetheless, I find that this is often true, otherwise no one would bother with trying to cover up whatever it is they want to bury. Certainly, this is Chaos' philosophy on life, but then, he's that type of guy.
***
Ranma awoke once more in the strange darkness, lying on his back supported by nothing. He felt his member being pleasured by something very wet, sending pleasurable sensations shooting up his spine straight into his pleasure centers, and with a grunt, he came powerfully.
When he recovered, he looked down his body, to find Ranko, licking at his groin, and feeling his member start to harden again. Sending a mental command to her to stop, she immediately did so and looked up to him, her face blank.
Ranma couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure at the feeling of having such control over another like this. Having never had any control over his life before, to suddenly having the power to literally make someone bow to his every whim was very intoxicating. A stab of his conscience appeared, telling him this is wrong, but was quickly suppressed. He argued to himself that since this magical creature before him was a side-effect of the removal of the curse, then she was his reward for enduring it in the first place. Also, she is apparently an extension of himself rather than a separate entity, and thus, he was entitled to do to her what he wished. Besides, he couldn't resist the pleasure.
Ranma was very resistant to pain, having lived with it in one form or another practically his entire life, yet pleasure was, until now, a very alien thing to him. He had virtually no defense against it and Chaos knew this.
In just one night under the intense pleasure, he had already buckled, and whatever resistance he had left was but a token showing.
Now he looked at his puppet, and couldn't help but feel his cock hardening some more, and so ordered her to pleasure him with her mouth once more as he sat down and pondered a unique dilemna: he had a puppet, in every sense of the word. Ranko could not literally think for herself, nor could she react to him as he would like, which was as a normal girl, albeit a very submissive one. She had no personality, and he realized that he had no means of giving her one.
Ranma came again, and Ranko licked him clean, then he had her lie down as he mounted her.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" Ranma asked her, the strange thought having suddenly struck him. He fell asleep fucking her, and awoke again doing the same. He suddenly realized that he never saw her go to sleep.
"Yes master," answered the girl, once more keeping a neutral face. "I slept while you slept and awoke you at your prefered time of waking up."
"Well," answered Ranma. "I like your method better than Akane's or Pop's." Ranma frowned a bit at that thought, thinking of buckets of ice cold water, and being tossed out of windows into koi ponds.
"Thank you master."
Ranma inserted his member into her and began humping, as though he was riding a horse, groaning with pleasure, and giving a mental command to Ranko to do the same. They both came with mind blowing intensity, and he felt the effects of the double orgasm due to his mental link to her.
As he recovered from his high, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around to look at the smiling face of Chaos.
"Enjoying yourself?" Chaos asked, and saw Ranma blush as he realized he was naked.
"Don't bother," Chaos remarked, seeing Ranma looking around for his clothes. "Just think of yourself in whatever clothes you would like, and they will appear on you. The same goes for the girl. It's another of my little gifts to you, my avatar."
Ranma did as told, and found himself garbed in his usual red Chinese Tang with black pants and slippers. Turning around, he found Ranko in the clothes he had picked out for her. She was wearing an innocent looking school uniform. It had a blue pleated miniskirt, reaching a third down her thighs to her knees, a white sailor-style shirt and a blue collar with red tie. From his position, Ranma could see her sexy white silk crotchless panties and black stiletto heels. Her creamy white legs were covered by thigh-high stockings of clear nylon. Looking up, he saw the edge of a matching white silk bra on her chest, peeking out from under the collar of her shirt's cleavage.
Ranma's hard on returned. With a vengeance.
With a smile, Chaos said, "Don't worry, you can get some anytime you want. And if you ever need a private place to do it, just think of being here and whatever or whoever it is you want to bring with you, and you will find yourselves in this realm again. You can also leave the same way, by just thinking of where else you want to be."
"If it's that simple," asked Ranma. "How come you don't use it to get out of here?"
"I HAVE tried it," replied Chaos. "Trouble is, it won't work for me. Part of traps me here, is to take away this ability everytime I try to use it. But it doesn't affect anyone else here."
"Anyone else?" asked Ranma. "You mean there are others who have been here before me?"
"Only my spies," answered Chaos, and with a flash of dark light, a metal hand with an eyeball in the palm and ears sticking out the sides appeared, hovering over his held out palm. "This is how I keep abreast of current events, despite my isolation."
"Cool," said Ranma. Then, looking again at Ranko for a moment, he turned to Chaos.
"I gotta ask you a question about Ranko," asked Ranma.
"Ranko?" queried Chaos. He gave to visible signs, but inside he tensed up. 'How did he know about HER?' Chaos thought to himself.
"Yeah," replied Ranma, pointing to the redhead. "Her. It's the name I picked out last night."
Inwardly, Chaos gave an inward sigh of relief, though once more, there is no outward change. Then the irony of having chosen that name for the copy hit him and he grinned. This time, he didn't bother to suppress it.
"Well, shoot."
"See, I was wondering," asked Ranma. "She said that she was an extension of me, and not a person herself."
"That's right," replied Chaos. "That's why you're linked to her. You can feel what she feels, and control her every aspect, since she is nothing more than a living puppet, totally subservient to your will. She has no mind or personality of her own. She doesn't even have a soul."
"What?!" Ranma nearly shouted, astonished.
"You heard me right," said Chaos. "She has no soul. All she has in it's place is a link to your own. In effect, you have two bodies. The one you inhabit now is your real body, and if it's destroyed or damaged, then you will die. The other one, which was created by the separation of your curse from you, is like a puppet, remote controlled from your mind. Also, while you feel what she feels, you can't die if she is destroyed since your soul is in this body."
Ranma was silent, taking that in. Then he asked Chaos to tell him the answer to his earlier dilemna: the fact that his 'slave' doesn't have a personality.
"You can program a personality into her if you wish," replied Chaos. "All you have to do is think of her going into a trance, and then think about what you want her to be like. You can even do this as many times as you want, altering her anyway you desire."
Once more Ranma did as instructed. Looking at Ranko, he was somewhat please to see her taking a seductive pose, her skirt riding up her thigh to espose more of herself to his gaze, as she smiled at him with half lidded eyes.
"Master," cooed the redhead. "Thank you for giving me this much freedom. Please allow your humble slave to show you her appreciation."
Ranko reached out to Ranma, taking the drawstring of his pants before looking up to him again with pleading eyes as she drops to her knees, asking for permission.
Ranma came powerfully, then and there, just from the look she was giving him. His semen stained through the pants as he gasped for breath.
"Enjoy yourselves," said Chaos, as he once more turned to leave. "Remember though, while you may return to the real world anywhere from what time you came in to a day after it, you can't stay here more than exactly twenty-four hours or you'll be trapped here like I am. And you're already on your twelfth hour."
Ranma answered yes as Chaos walked back into the nothingness. He lied down and with a thought was once again without clothes. Ranko climbed up on top of him, and slowly lowered herself onto his member with a groan of pleasure, then began to ride him like the horse he was named for.
Ranma had an errant thought. If he controlled Ranko completely, then could he also control her involuntary functions? Could he, for example, make her orgasm on command?
Trying it out, he gave her that order, and she creamed on him furiously. Then he told her to do it again, and she swiftly complied.
This made him even more exited and, he had her put her face closer to his own so he could french kiss her passionately. They both came again at that.
They went at it for almost four hours, both orgasmed more times than Ranma could keep track of before they fell asleep, Ranma's member still rigid inside of Ranko, as they lay on their sides.
***
Author's notes
More Hentai stuff in this chapter than I originally decided on, but I think I got it done well. This part is shorter than the last I know, but that was intentional. The longest parts were meant to be the prologue and epilogue, with the chapters in between being about a third to one half the size.
Also, I apologize for how long this part took to write. I was troubled with my second quizzes coming one after the other on each and every subject, followed by Midterms week and now I've begun on my third quizzes, with a prospective total of four quizzes for each of my six subjects. Hopefully, I can finish the next chapter in two weeks or less.
Next up: Akane! It's back to the Tendos. Let's see how they handle the new Ranma.
A fanfic by Tsukino Kage Spectre set in "Ranma One Half" by Rumiko Takahashi with cameos from various other series belonging to their respective owners.
***
It miffs me a bit that I updated the prologue and finished it, but ff.net won't read it that way. It keeps saying that the last update was at July 25. For those who looked at this, I urge you to backtrack to the prologue, and read the added parts or this part is not going to make sense.
***
Chapter One - Ranko
***
The being known as Chaos watched his latest pawn at a distance, enjoying himself with his new toy. Quite a simple acquisition too. All he needed was to play on the boy's weaknesses and amplify them as needed, and he was like putty in his hands. And even better that HIS toy's 'toy' looked exactly like one of his most hated enemies. The thought of degrading and reducing the real thing like the simulacrum(1) was most sweet indeed.
He didn't really lie, everything he said was true, from a certain perspective. But he also knew the only truth(2), that all things are but lies, and that the greatest lie of all is what becomes reality. And he was a true grandmaster of lying for is not half a truth the greatest lie?
Looking at his creation, he thought of the next step to take. Obviously, he needed to consolidate his control of the boy, and that meant getting him more enamoured with the fate he had laid out for him. And he had an idea on just how to do that.
The thought made him snicker. Nerima was the perfect place to sow chaos and anarchy, which, when laced with the madness and the selfish natures of the participants, would lead to evil, his meat and drink. He had stumbled, figuratively, upon a gold mine.
Now he just had to enjoy the fun.
***
(1) I intend to write a story about this particular 'real thing' charcter as soon as I finish this one. Wait for it. Oh, and for the uninformed, simulacrum is a Latin word for clone, copy, or double.
(2) Depressing thought, but nonetheless, I find that this is often true, otherwise no one would bother with trying to cover up whatever it is they want to bury. Certainly, this is Chaos' philosophy on life, but then, he's that type of guy.
***
Ranma awoke once more in the strange darkness, lying on his back supported by nothing. He felt his member being pleasured by something very wet, sending pleasurable sensations shooting up his spine straight into his pleasure centers, and with a grunt, he came powerfully.
When he recovered, he looked down his body, to find Ranko, licking at his groin, and feeling his member start to harden again. Sending a mental command to her to stop, she immediately did so and looked up to him, her face blank.
Ranma couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure at the feeling of having such control over another like this. Having never had any control over his life before, to suddenly having the power to literally make someone bow to his every whim was very intoxicating. A stab of his conscience appeared, telling him this is wrong, but was quickly suppressed. He argued to himself that since this magical creature before him was a side-effect of the removal of the curse, then she was his reward for enduring it in the first place. Also, she is apparently an extension of himself rather than a separate entity, and thus, he was entitled to do to her what he wished. Besides, he couldn't resist the pleasure.
Ranma was very resistant to pain, having lived with it in one form or another practically his entire life, yet pleasure was, until now, a very alien thing to him. He had virtually no defense against it and Chaos knew this.
In just one night under the intense pleasure, he had already buckled, and whatever resistance he had left was but a token showing.
Now he looked at his puppet, and couldn't help but feel his cock hardening some more, and so ordered her to pleasure him with her mouth once more as he sat down and pondered a unique dilemna: he had a puppet, in every sense of the word. Ranko could not literally think for herself, nor could she react to him as he would like, which was as a normal girl, albeit a very submissive one. She had no personality, and he realized that he had no means of giving her one.
Ranma came again, and Ranko licked him clean, then he had her lie down as he mounted her.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" Ranma asked her, the strange thought having suddenly struck him. He fell asleep fucking her, and awoke again doing the same. He suddenly realized that he never saw her go to sleep.
"Yes master," answered the girl, once more keeping a neutral face. "I slept while you slept and awoke you at your prefered time of waking up."
"Well," answered Ranma. "I like your method better than Akane's or Pop's." Ranma frowned a bit at that thought, thinking of buckets of ice cold water, and being tossed out of windows into koi ponds.
"Thank you master."
Ranma inserted his member into her and began humping, as though he was riding a horse, groaning with pleasure, and giving a mental command to Ranko to do the same. They both came with mind blowing intensity, and he felt the effects of the double orgasm due to his mental link to her.
As he recovered from his high, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around to look at the smiling face of Chaos.
"Enjoying yourself?" Chaos asked, and saw Ranma blush as he realized he was naked.
"Don't bother," Chaos remarked, seeing Ranma looking around for his clothes. "Just think of yourself in whatever clothes you would like, and they will appear on you. The same goes for the girl. It's another of my little gifts to you, my avatar."
Ranma did as told, and found himself garbed in his usual red Chinese Tang with black pants and slippers. Turning around, he found Ranko in the clothes he had picked out for her. She was wearing an innocent looking school uniform. It had a blue pleated miniskirt, reaching a third down her thighs to her knees, a white sailor-style shirt and a blue collar with red tie. From his position, Ranma could see her sexy white silk crotchless panties and black stiletto heels. Her creamy white legs were covered by thigh-high stockings of clear nylon. Looking up, he saw the edge of a matching white silk bra on her chest, peeking out from under the collar of her shirt's cleavage.
Ranma's hard on returned. With a vengeance.
With a smile, Chaos said, "Don't worry, you can get some anytime you want. And if you ever need a private place to do it, just think of being here and whatever or whoever it is you want to bring with you, and you will find yourselves in this realm again. You can also leave the same way, by just thinking of where else you want to be."
"If it's that simple," asked Ranma. "How come you don't use it to get out of here?"
"I HAVE tried it," replied Chaos. "Trouble is, it won't work for me. Part of traps me here, is to take away this ability everytime I try to use it. But it doesn't affect anyone else here."
"Anyone else?" asked Ranma. "You mean there are others who have been here before me?"
"Only my spies," answered Chaos, and with a flash of dark light, a metal hand with an eyeball in the palm and ears sticking out the sides appeared, hovering over his held out palm. "This is how I keep abreast of current events, despite my isolation."
"Cool," said Ranma. Then, looking again at Ranko for a moment, he turned to Chaos.
"I gotta ask you a question about Ranko," asked Ranma.
"Ranko?" queried Chaos. He gave to visible signs, but inside he tensed up. 'How did he know about HER?' Chaos thought to himself.
"Yeah," replied Ranma, pointing to the redhead. "Her. It's the name I picked out last night."
Inwardly, Chaos gave an inward sigh of relief, though once more, there is no outward change. Then the irony of having chosen that name for the copy hit him and he grinned. This time, he didn't bother to suppress it.
"Well, shoot."
"See, I was wondering," asked Ranma. "She said that she was an extension of me, and not a person herself."
"That's right," replied Chaos. "That's why you're linked to her. You can feel what she feels, and control her every aspect, since she is nothing more than a living puppet, totally subservient to your will. She has no mind or personality of her own. She doesn't even have a soul."
"What?!" Ranma nearly shouted, astonished.
"You heard me right," said Chaos. "She has no soul. All she has in it's place is a link to your own. In effect, you have two bodies. The one you inhabit now is your real body, and if it's destroyed or damaged, then you will die. The other one, which was created by the separation of your curse from you, is like a puppet, remote controlled from your mind. Also, while you feel what she feels, you can't die if she is destroyed since your soul is in this body."
Ranma was silent, taking that in. Then he asked Chaos to tell him the answer to his earlier dilemna: the fact that his 'slave' doesn't have a personality.
"You can program a personality into her if you wish," replied Chaos. "All you have to do is think of her going into a trance, and then think about what you want her to be like. You can even do this as many times as you want, altering her anyway you desire."
Once more Ranma did as instructed. Looking at Ranko, he was somewhat please to see her taking a seductive pose, her skirt riding up her thigh to espose more of herself to his gaze, as she smiled at him with half lidded eyes.
"Master," cooed the redhead. "Thank you for giving me this much freedom. Please allow your humble slave to show you her appreciation."
Ranko reached out to Ranma, taking the drawstring of his pants before looking up to him again with pleading eyes as she drops to her knees, asking for permission.
Ranma came powerfully, then and there, just from the look she was giving him. His semen stained through the pants as he gasped for breath.
"Enjoy yourselves," said Chaos, as he once more turned to leave. "Remember though, while you may return to the real world anywhere from what time you came in to a day after it, you can't stay here more than exactly twenty-four hours or you'll be trapped here like I am. And you're already on your twelfth hour."
Ranma answered yes as Chaos walked back into the nothingness. He lied down and with a thought was once again without clothes. Ranko climbed up on top of him, and slowly lowered herself onto his member with a groan of pleasure, then began to ride him like the horse he was named for.
Ranma had an errant thought. If he controlled Ranko completely, then could he also control her involuntary functions? Could he, for example, make her orgasm on command?
Trying it out, he gave her that order, and she creamed on him furiously. Then he told her to do it again, and she swiftly complied.
This made him even more exited and, he had her put her face closer to his own so he could french kiss her passionately. They both came again at that.
They went at it for almost four hours, both orgasmed more times than Ranma could keep track of before they fell asleep, Ranma's member still rigid inside of Ranko, as they lay on their sides.
***
Author's notes
More Hentai stuff in this chapter than I originally decided on, but I think I got it done well. This part is shorter than the last I know, but that was intentional. The longest parts were meant to be the prologue and epilogue, with the chapters in between being about a third to one half the size.
Also, I apologize for how long this part took to write. I was troubled with my second quizzes coming one after the other on each and every subject, followed by Midterms week and now I've begun on my third quizzes, with a prospective total of four quizzes for each of my six subjects. Hopefully, I can finish the next chapter in two weeks or less.
Next up: Akane! It's back to the Tendos. Let's see how they handle the new Ranma.