DISCLAIMER... oh boy! These character belong to Rumiko Takahashi, whom I am sure would have a fit if she knew what I was doing with them. But I don't mean anything by it, and I'm not making any money off of it, and its her fault anyway for creating a storyline that lends itself well to this type of thing.
Warning! This
story is a lemon. It contains m/m sex and macrophilia (which, for those of you who
don't know, is an obsession with size differences)
Watashi no Kyojin
"At last, someplace familiar," Ryoga mused to himself as he pushed open the door of the Cat Café and trudged in. The restaurant was pretty empty, devoid of any customers at all. Mousse was sweeping near the door to the kitchen. He looked up as Ryoga came in, squinting through his thick glasses.
"I’ll be with you in a moment, ma’am," he said, going to put the broom away.
Ryoga smirked slightly. "No hurry, Mousse." He shrugged off his heavy pack and flopped into a chair at one of the tables, sighing tiredly to himself. He was so fricken exhausted, but that seemed to be the case more often than not. Though it was a hassle, Ryoga Hibiki had pretty much resigned himself to a life of wandering aimlessly, an existence that was punctuated only occasionally by moments of happiness spent in the presence of his heart’s desire, or brief intense confrontations with his rival. It wasn’t a great life, but it was the only thing he had that he could truly call his own. He just wished . . . sometimes . . . that it didn’t involve so much hiking . . .
"Oh, I’m sorry Ryoga," Mousse apologized as he came back in, carrying a glass of water and an order pad. "I didn’t recognize you."
Ryoga shrugged and took a sip of the water. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"
"Not really, its actually been rather quiet lately," Mousse sat on the other side of the table. "Kuno challenged Ranma at the school picnic and Ranma wiped up the floor with him. There was a spirit squid floating around the neighborhood for awhile, trying to have its way with all the young women, but Ranma and Ukyo took care of that."
"Spirit squid . . . " Ryoga muttered, then decided that he really didn’t want to know. Before he could say anything, however, there was a shout of joy from the kitchen, followed by the sound of a small explosion. Both young men were on their feet in an instant, moving for the kitchen door. Mousse reached it first, and was slammed in the face as it swung open violently.
Shampoo stood triumphantly in the doorway, looking a little scorched but jubilant nonetheless. She held up a small bottle of dark sinister-looking liquid. "Shampoo did it!!" she exclaimed.
Ryoga eyed her warily. "Did what?"
Shampoo blinked at him. "Oh, nihao, stupid Pig Boy. Shampoo no know you here."
Ryoga grimaced at the nickname. "What did you do?"
She brightened again, clutching her little bottle close to her chest and smiling with delight. "You like this one, Pig Boy. Shampoo recreate ancient secret Amazon potion of Size and Strength! Very hard to find ingredients, but Shampoo did it!"
"Potion of Size and Strength?" Ryoga asked, feeling his heart beat a little faster.
"Yes! Splash on person and will make him larger and stronger than opponent. Is lucky you here. Want try it, yes? You beat Ranma, and get Akane," Shampoo smiled devilishly.
Ryoga thought about it for perhaps all of two seconds, then burst into a cry of teary happiness, tightening his hands into fists while the background sped by behind him. YES! At last! At last he would be larger and stronger than Ranma and would be able to beat him and win Akane for himself!!
"But . . . " Mousse picked himself up off the floor. "What was that explosion we heard?"
Shampoo flipped her hand dismissively. "Oh that. Must set on fire for potion to be effective. Like flambee. Longer on fire, better potion works. Shampoo maybe overdo a little, but now Pig Boy sure to win."
"Let me, Shampoo! Please!" Mousse whined. "I want to beat Ranma and win you back. Why would you give the potion to Ryoga, but not me?" He stepped in front of her, trying to grab the small bottle out of her hands.
"No no!" she held it out of his reach and grabbed a glass of water off one of the tables to throw at him. Within seconds, there was an angry white duck flapping around at her feet, shedding feathers in his fury. "Stupid duck. Pig Boy have better chance to win than you. Get out of Shampoo’s way."
She stepped around him, and approached Ryoga, carefully uncorking the bottle. "Now hold still," she ordered. "No want to use too much, just little splash enough. Then we go find Ranma and you challenge, yes?"
Ryoga frowned. "Wait a minute. If you splash me with that, I’ll turn into P-Chan."
"No," Shampoo shook her head. "No water in this. You no change."
Ryoga nodded, setting his jaw with determination, the tip of one fang showing. "Then I’m ready."
Mousse was still flapping around, enraged that Shampoo wouldn’t use the potion on him. Grumbling angrily and not altogether sure of which way he was going, he blundered right beneath Shampoo’s feet, throwing her off balance. She danced awkwardly for a moment, trying to maintain her hold on the bottle, but it slipped out of her hand as she fell backwards onto her nicely rounded tush, and the entire amount of potion splashed all down Ryoga’s front.
"Hhhhhiiiyyyyyy!" Ryoga wheezed, eyes widening as he looked down at himself.
Shampoo took a moment to give Mousse a konk on the head, then stared up at Ryoga. "Oh no," she whispered softly. "This no good. No good at all. Stupid duck!" She gave Mousse another wap, then looked back at Ryoga thoughtfully. "But . . . maybe still work . . . " A slow wicked smile spread over her face.
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Ranma grumbled to himself, shoving open the door of the Cat Café and going in. The place was empty, except for Shampoo, who sat at a table, apparently waiting for him. She jumped up quickly and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him until he thought he might choke.
"Nihao, Husband!" she tittered, bouncing happily. "Shampoo glad you here!"
"Right right," he pointedly removed her arms from around his neck and set her on her feet in front of him. "Now what do you want? I ain’t got all day, you know."
"Shampoo make super special ramen for husband," she gushed. "You sit, and Shampoo get for you."
"You called me all the way down here for a fricken bowl of ramen?" Ranma complained, but then thought about it for a moment. "Well, I -am- rather hungry . . . "
Shampoo beamed and eagerly maneuvered him into a chair, facing him away from the door to the kitchen. "You wait here! Shampoo be right back!" she sing-songed and danced away into the kitchen.
"Yeah, whatever," Ranma crossed his arms over his chest, slumping a bit in his chair. He knew that he shouldn’t be here, he was suppose to be home by now, and Akane would kill him if she found out that he was getting ramen from Shampoo on the day she was suppose to cook lunch. Ranma winced. Maybe he could just hide out for the rest of the day.
The light above Ranma seemed to dim a bit. Hmm-ing to himself, he glanced up at the lights on the ceiling, wondering if perhaps Nerima was experiencing a brown-out. Considering all the weird stuff that seemed to happen around here, it wasn’t a far-fetched possibility. Still, an odd prickly feeling edged slowly up Ranma’s back, raising the hairs on his neck. For some strange reason, he had the feeling that there was something behind him, something big, and that it was watching him, stalking him. Shivering deep inside and not wanting to alert a potential enemy that it had been detected, Ranma looked up into the front windows of the Cat Café, hoping to see whatever was behind him reflected in the glass.
Ranma suppressed a small gasp of shock, and his eyes widened considerably. Slowly, he turned and looked at Ryoga, who had snuck in behind him. Looked -up- at Ryoga. And up. And up.
The Lost Boy was smiling down at Ranma with a rather wicked expression, his foot braced on a table, arm resting across his leg casually. Even crouched as he was, however, his thick black hair brushed the ceiling of the Cat Café, and his presence loomed over Ranma like a dark foreboding rain cloud, ready to unleash a thunderstorm. Ranma wasn’t the greatest judge of heights, but he quickly put Ryoga at about 20 feet tall, give or take an insignificant foot or two. Dread, fear and a strange sense of fascination had Ranma’s heart pounding furiously in his chest within a matter of seconds. Scrambling from his chair, he stumbled backwards a few feet, staring up at Ryoga in utter disbelief.
"Yyyii!" Ranma yelped. "Ryoga! What . . . what . . . ? You’re huge!"
"This time, I’m gonna beat you, Ranma," Ryoga raised his right fist, tensing for a strike. His voice was a bit loud and slightly distorted by his size, but Ranma got the message. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that part of being a good Anything-Goes martial artist was knowing when it was best to run away. This seemed like a good time. As Ryoga’s fist came down, Ranma jumped backwards and threw himself for the door. The impact of Ryoga’s hand with the floor tossed Ranma out into the street, where he quickly got to his feet and made a run for it.
"You’re not getting away from me!" Ryoga bellowed and charged forward, smashing through the entire front of the Cat Café. Pedestrians and on-lookers scattered as debris rained down into the street. Straightening to his full height, Ryoga narrowed his eyes and easily spotted Ranma’s smaller running form. He only had to take a few steps to catch up to him, and quickly wrapped his hands around Ranma’s body, lifting him up as easily as one might pick up a cat or a small child. As soon as he realized that he had him, Ryoga laughed with pure evil delight and squished Ranma in a possessive embrace.
"Ooof!" Ranma gasped as all the air was forced out of his lungs and he found himself pressed against Ryoga’s chest..
Shampoo picked her way out of the remains of her restaurant. "Stupid Pig Boy!" she yelled at the giant Ryoga, waving her fist. "You no suppose to destroy Café!"
Mousse, once again in his human form, also pulled himself out from under a pile a ceiling tiles. "I told you, you should have let me have the potion."
"You shut up! He no be that big if you not dumb clumsy duck!"
"Thanks Shampoo! I owe you one," Ryoga called, looking over his shoulder at the petite purple-haired girl as he flipped Ranma up into the cradle of his arms in the same way that one holds a baby. He stood on tiptoe to glance over the tops of the buildings, pinpointed the park, and started away.
"Hey! Come back!" Shampoo yelled, scrambling after him. She couldn’t keep pace with him, however, and stopped to fume to herself as he rounded a corner. "Stupid Pig Boy! You no get away with this! Never make womans of Amazon Tribe angry!"
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Ranma grumped, leaning back in Ryoga’s arms, head resting on his hand. He looked up at the Lost Boy, an annoyed expression on his face. "So, you couldn’t just finish me off there in the street, no. You wanted to take it elsewhere, and so what happens? Now you’re lost! Cripes, man, you don’t change, no matter what size you are!"
"Shut up, Ranma!" Ryoga snapped, tightening his embrace around Ranma’s doll-sized body. He eyed the dark buildings around them, looking vaguely puzzled. "I wanted an open area so that innocent people wouldn’t get hurt when I clobbered you, alright? Now, I know that park is around here somewhere . . . "
"This is the waterfront warehouse district, you moron!" Ranma yelled. He squirmed a bit in Ryoga’s tightened hold, then realized something profoundly disturbing . . . it felt sort of nice to be cradled like a baby. If he hadn’t been so furious, he might have actually been enjoying this.
"It is?" Ryoga sighed, taking note of the large warehouses, the stacks of cargo crates and industrial piping, and the nearby harbor. Luckily, it was getting rather late, so no one was around to notice the 20 foot young man carrying his smaller rival. In fact, the sky was already starting to darken. Looking rather upset, Ryoga sat down with his back against a warehouse and tears filling his dark brown eyes. "Cripes. I’m so pathetic. I can’t even destroy you properly."
Still in his arms, Ranma reached up and patted his chest comfortingly. "Hey man, its not that bad. At least you caught me. You’ve never done that before."
Ryoga grunted, looking down.
"Sooo . . . " Ranma ventured. "How long are you gonna be big like this?"
"I don’t know. Shampoo didn’t say. I guess this was a pretty stupid idea, huh? I should know better by now, I’m gonna have to beat you on my own merits and not rely on some dumb potion or magic item. Things like that always backfire."
"Well, I don’t think this really backfired," Ranma pointed out, leaning back again with his hands behind his head. "I mean, you -could- still pound me, if you wanted to. But I’d rather you didn’t. This isn’t so bad, really. I kind of like you this way."
Ryoga looked startled, releasing his arms and dumping Ranma rather unceremoniously into his lap. Ranma whoofed, landing sprawled across Ryoga’s crossed legs. "Hey," he protested, frowning up at Ryoga, "What’d ya do that for?"
"Well, what do you mean, you like me this way?" Ryoga countered, looking annoyed.
Ranma squirmed, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. What -did- he mean? He wasn’t really sure, expect that he thought he could get used to having Ryoga carry him around, and he sort of enjoyed feeling encased in the Lost Boy’s arms. "Um, well . . . " he fidgeted.
Ryoga flushed. "Stop it," he ordered.
"Uh, stop what?" Ranma blinked up at him.
Ryoga turned a darker shade of pink. "Stop moving around like that."
Ranma was puzzled for a moment, then looked around and realized exactly where he was. He froze, and his first thought was to freak out and flee, but he quickly got a hold of himself. After all, he had indulged in plenty of rather twisted fantasies about Ryoga, this was just like one of his secret perverted day dreams come true. Of course, he knew how Mr. Akane-is-the-only-one-for-me Ryoga was likely to react if he knew about Ranma’s attraction to him, so he’d always kept those thoughts to himself. But now . . . oh cripes, how could he resist playing around with the Lost Boy’s sensibilities just a bit? Maybe, just as a small revenge for trying to pound on him in the first place.
Flashing a vicious grin, Ranma snaked his body around a little more, settling himself deeply between the young man’s thighs. "Moving around like this?" he asked innocently.
It was priceless to watch the mortification race over Ryoga’s face, and see his color shift from pink to red. Around Ranma, Ryoga tensed, and the smaller man could easily feel the flush of heat that swept through his body, concentrating itself beneath him. Like any teenage boy, Ryoga was obviously easily influenced by touch and sensation alone, never mind who was instigating it. Ranma shivered deliciously at the thought and moved around a little more, wiggling his hands underneath and looking for the source of Ryoga’s heat.
"RannnMaaa . . . " Ryoga gasped warningly, straining to be away from Ranma’s searching hands, seeming to forget that he was much larger and could easily remove the smaller man if he wanted to.
With a wide smile, Ranma rolled himself so that he was hunkering closer to Ryoga’s body, feeling the heat and the hardness that he was creating with only his movements alone. Oh, that was delicious, and Ranma decided that just a little teasing wasn’t enough. The warmth and closeness of Ryoga’s large body was exciting him as well. He wanted more. He reached up and pulled at the waistband of the Lost Boy’s pants, seeking entrance. Quickly, Ryoga’s hands batted him away. "What are you doing?!" he squeaked.
"Aw, c’mon, Ryoga," Ranma purred up at him, large grey-blue eyes twinkling merrily. "I want to see just how big you are."
"Hiiiyyy . . . " Ryoga exhaled, huge sweat drop appearing on his brow. "You . . . you want . . . ??"
Ranma nodded eagerly, leaning against his rival’s warm flat stomach.
"Now?!" Ryoga squirmed. "When I’m this size?!"
Ranma blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected Ryoga to be at all receptive, and a heated rush went through his body as he realized that Ryoga was. He was nervous, clearly, but seemed more concerned about the size difference than he did about Ranma’s interest. Oh wonderful! Ranma tugged at Ryoga’s waistband again. "Yes now!" he insisted, the thought of how large Ryoga’s member had to be lighting him up and causing his own groin to tug in response. "C’mon, Ryo-kun! Let me in there!"
Ryoga glanced around worriedly, his dark eyes scanning the warehouses and waterfront, looking for any sign that someone might be watching them. Everything appeared quiet and the sun was now down, so it didn’t seem too likely that they would be seen. Still, the idea of engaging in less-than-wholesome activities with Ranma out in the open was too intimidating for the Lost Boy. He drew in a deep breath of the heavy harbor air, scooped Ranma up and crawled into a more isolated alley.
Ranma yiii-ed as he was carried into the secluded darkness, feeling just a mild delightful sense of queasiness at being slung around like a doll. Ryoga settled back down quickly, however, leaning his back against a wall, hunching down a bit and stretching his legs out. "You want it, Ranma?" he said softly, a bit of a nervous edge to his voice. He turned Ranma around, pulling out the waistband of his pants and underwear at the same time. Ranma’s eyes widened as he observed the thick darkness under Ryoga’s clothes and breathed in the Lost Boy’s musky warm scent.
"You got it," Ryoga finished and , much to both their surprise, stuffed Ranma headfirst down his pants.
After a moment of dazed shock, Ranma found himself smooshed between Ryoga’s clothes and his stiffening cock, the small amount of air available hot, humid and filled with the Lost Boy’s outdoor scent. He was jostled around a bit as Ryoga settled into a more prone position, and the feel of his large hands pressing on Ranma from outside made the young martial artist tingle violently. He squirmed, snaking his arms around Ryoga’s penis, which was larger than Ranma could have imagined, feeling the hot silkiness of the skin as it stretched over muscle and blood engorged veins. It was close to the size of a king-sized over-stuffed pillow to Ranma’s perspective, and he hugged it tightly, pressing himself against it as firmly as he could. In response, Ryoga’s hands tensed over him, pushing him even harder into the heat, and Ranma felt his own cock, trapped within his pants and against Ryoga’s firm stomach, jerk.
He started to feel dizzy from the heat and heavy air, but it didn’t matter. With as much strength as he possessed, Ranma gripped and ran the circle of his arms up and down Ryoga’s magnificent member, fastening his mouth to it as well, sucking, licking and biting. He was nearly dislodged as Ryoga’s hips bucked, and he distantly heard a groan rumble through the Lost Boy’s body. That cock continued to harden, growing ever more erect, pushing at the material of Ryoga’s pants and creating a tent of hot air for Ranma to work in. He took advantage of the room, eagerly moving and writhing against the heated skin, pulling himself up so that he could clamp his mouth around the hole at the tip and suck. His own hips moved as he humped against Ryoga’s lower abdomen, praying the entire time that this was not just another twisted dream of his. Of course, none of his fantasies had ever been quite -this- bizarre, so he knew it had to be real. Ryoga’s fingers clutched around Ranma’s body as his huge cock spasmed, rivulets of pre-cum popping up into Ranma’s waiting mouth.
"Oh Kami-sama . . . " Ranma managed to moan around his mouthful. He determinedly kept up his rough rubbing and convulsing movements, feeling the geyser he was holding in his arms about to blow. In the dark and heat, everything seemed so surreal, Ryoga’s entire body tensed, his hands squeezed Ranma’s body roughly, and his cock pumped several times in anticipation. Ranma shut his eyes tightly, his own body rocking with release, as Ryoga strained upward and exploded with a soft cry and a gush of white sticky rain. Ranma felt it splash him, coating him, covering him with the smell of starch and Ryoga’s sweat. That big beautiful cock thrust repeatedly as Ryoga’s semen continued to spurt, shaking Ranma down to his very core.
Then, for a long silent moment, the two young men simply lay there, minds blank, caught in a fleeting euphoria, with no regret about what they had just done.
Ranma moved first. He peeled himself off of Ryoga’s still hot and semi-erect member, and squirmed his way out of his rival’s pants. Ryoga stirred fitfully, opening his eyes and looking down at Ranma. He smiled slightly, then began to laugh.
"What?" Ranma blinked.
"What a mess," Ryoga eased himself up a bit, feeling the stickiness that now filled his pants. Ranma was covered in his cum, black hair a snarled mess of white and red shirt now completely ruined. Ryoga wrapped his hands around him and settled him a little further up his body, yanking off one of his bandanas at the same time. With an expression half-way between disgust and amusement, Ryoga began to wipe the sticky semen off Ranma.
Ranma squirmed, purring at the nice feel of large hands handling him. "That was fun," he decided, smiling up at Ryoga. "But next time we both get naked."
Ryoga chuckled and surprised Ranma with an answer of, "Okay."
The moment was completely shattered by the shout of an outraged Amazon. "There you are!"
Both young men nearly jumped out of their skins. Ranma scrambled up Ryoga’s body and hugged him around the neck, while Ryoga leapt to his feet, pressing himself back against the alley wall. They both looked down to see a furious-looking Shampoo standing at the mouth of the alley, fists planted firmly on her hips. Just slightly behind her, Mousse was trying to peer at them through his glasses.
"Sh - shampoo!" Ranma stammered, while Ryoga’s mouth just opened and closed wordlessly. "How much did you see?!"
Shampoo pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. "Not much. But enough to know Shampoo kill Pig Boy now for daring touch Shampoo’s iinazuke!" She pulled out another bottle of potion, this one a lighter color than the first, and held it up for them to see. "First Shampoo make stupid perverted pig small, then maybe stomp on him! Teach him lesson!"
"Wait! Shampoo! No!" Ranma protested. He hopped off of Ryoga and landed beside the Amazon, grabbing for the bottle. But Shampoo anticipated that move and jerked it away from him, curling her lip at him in disgust.
"Ranma! You covered with . . . "
"Never mind what I’m covered with! Give me the bottle, Shampoo!" he tried to dodge around her and make another lunge for the bottle, but she side-stepped him easily. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that Mousse was behind her, and bumped into him roughly. The bottle slipped from her fingers and flew through the air. Everyone watched, entranced, as the cork popped out, and the liquid inside splashed all over Ryoga’s legs, as the glass bottle hit the pavement and shattered.
"Hhhhiiyyyyyy!" Ryoga gasped in horror.
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"Cripes! The things I go through!" Ranma complained as he dashed over the rooftops of Nerima, jumping from building to building. Hearing no indication of further pursuit, he paused for a moment on the edge of a pagoda-style roof, glancing back over his shoulder. It looked like he might have lost Shampoo for the moment, but he sure as heck couldn’t go back to the dojo tonight. That would be the first place the outraged Amazon would look for him.
Biting his lip, Ranma swept his blue eyes over the quiet city, until his line of sight led his gaze up to the foothills. Hiding out in the woods for awhile would probably be a good idea. He could probably slip home for a few minutes to get some supplies, and clean clothes. Of course, that would mean that he would have to avoid both Shampoo and Akane, but right now . . . he was out of alternatives.
Coming to a decision, Ranma reached into the pocket of his pants, wrapped his hands around a warm wiggling body, and drew it out. He opened his hand, revealing an action-figure sized Ryoga clinging rather frantically to his fingers. This time, through some freakish deviation in Shampoo’s potion recipe, Ryoga’s clothes had not changed size with him, so his nude body was currently wrapped in one of his bandanas, which Ranma had managed to grab when they made their hurried escape from Shampoo.
"Are you okay in there? I’m sorry to bounce you around so much," Ranma said apologetically. He saw Ryoga wince. Apparently his voice was a little too loud for the Lost Boy’s tiny little ears to take.
Alternately, Ranma had to strain to hear Ryoga’s reply. "I’m fine. Did you lose her?"
"I think so," Ranma glanced behind them to make sure, then looked back at Ryoga. "How do you feel about a camping trip?"
Ryoga grimaced, huddling in his bandana. "Guess we don’t have a choice, huh?"
"Not really, no," Ranma frowned, then brightened. "At least I got you naked, though. Once we get out of town, we’ll see how -you- like it in -my- pants."
Ryoga blushed a lovely red color, squirming. "Ranma, this is hardly the time - - "
"Ranma!" Shampoo suddenly appeared on the roof, looking furious. "You come back here with stupid Pig Boy so Shampoo can kill him!"
"Yyiii!" Ranma yipped, stuffing Ryoga back into his pocket and resuming his flight from the dangerous maddened Amazon.
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