Ranmazon 1/2
Robert Adam Morrison
An anime tale twisted to tantalize you, involving transformations of a different kind
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This story is based on the Ranma 1/2 series by Rumiko Takahashi. This is not a plagiarism of, but rather a 
salute to her work. All characters within are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and all them companies affiliated 
with this mess.
This story is a LEMON/Hentai. If you don't know what Hentai means, you're not old enough to ask.

Ranmazon 1/2: Chapter 1

	The Tendo school of Anything Goes martial arts stood in Nerima. The walled structure was old and 
strong. Inside the courtyard was garden with plants and pools. The main house and training hall stood in the 
center. There was a porch on the house, by the garden. Leading to the porch was a sliding door, currently 
open. The door led into the dining room. It was currently occupied by a man.
	The middle-aged Japanese man sat on the floor of the dining room in his robes. His long black hair 
flowed to his waist. His eyes were tear-filled. He grasped onto the post-card, which had a picture of a panda 
bear on the back. He read the words scribed on the card:
	"Dear Tendo Soun,
		We are coming to Tokyo. Ranma will be ready to receive his fiancee.
								Genma Saotome"
	"Oh, how I've waited for this day!" Soun Tendo struggled to get out. He held the card to his breast. 
He got up and raced around the house.
	He opened the door to the kitchen. A pretty young woman was dicing leeks up. She wore a plain 
dress and apron. Her hair was long and thick.
	"Kasume!" Soun said.
	"What is it father?" Kasume replied.

	The girl rested on the bed, feet upwards. She was sucking on a ice lolly. Her short hair was neat 
and brown. She wore a t-shirt and denim shorts. She was reading a teen-mag. Her room was lined with 
posters of heart-throbs, Japanese and worldwide. The door to her room opened.
	"Nabiki!" Soun cried out.

	Soun continued down the hallway, till he got to a door. The door had a small swan-shaped  plaque, 
with the name "Akane" written on it. Soun opened the door, revealing a plain room with a bed and desk. No 
one was inside.
	"Akane? Where is that girl?"

	Akane Tendo finished dressing into her gi, or Judo uniform. She was sitting on a bench in the 
changing rooms of the Tendo School's training area. The gi was loose, and covered most of her body, except 
for her ankles, wrists, neck and head. Akane had long dark hair that reached to the small of her back. Her 
pretty face was accentuated by her beautiful eyes. She finished tightening the blue belt around her waist. She 
remembered Bruce Lee's words: "A belt is only useful for holding your pants up."
	Akane got up and walked towards the door to the training hall. She knelt down and grabbed a small 
pile of short concrete slabs by the side of the door. She hefted them onto one shoulder with unusual ease. 
Akane opened the door and walked to the center of the hall. There were two wooden bases on the floor. She 
balanced the four slabs onto the bases.
	Akane stood up and concentrated. She closed her eyes and put her hands against each other. She 
reached within herself, focusing her inner strength, her ki. She let out a high piercing shout, and punched 
down into the slabs with a great force. Her fist when through the slabs as if they weren't there, causing the 
slabs to shatter into pieces.
	She recomposed herself.
	"Whew, that felt good!" she said to herself. There was a flash.
	"Huh?"
	Nabiki was standing in the open doorway, camera in hand. She had a cynical look on her face.
	"Will you look at yourself, Akane!" she belated, "This is exactly why boys think you're so weird!"
	"So what?" snapped Akane "Not everyone thinks the whole world revolves around boys!"
	"Oh, yeah? Than I guess this won't interest you!"

	The grey rain came down in streams upon the streets of Tokyo. People huddled close together to 
keep from getting damp. Water trickled down into the sewer grates. The suburbs of Tokyo were getting a 
well needed rainstorm on this day. What wasn't expected was what else they were getting.
	A sound of fighting, blow after blow came from an alleyway. The people turned to look. Without 
warning, a girl came running out into the street. She was poncho-clad, with red hair and a pig-tail. She wore 
a hiking-style back-pack, bulging with items over both shoulders. A traditional Wu Shu costume could be 
seen underneath the poncho. The costume was loose and billowy. She was extremely beautiful, bursting with 
healthy energy rather than the looks of a model. She spun around quickly and expertly, with both hands out 
in a traditional Kempo style. She let the backpack slide off to the ground.
	Then, with a tremendous grunting sound, came another figure from the alleyway. A great panda 
came trudging out into the street. It stood upright at a height of at least two meters or more. The panda had 
a distraught expression on its face. Unusually, it walked with ease on two legs, and seemed to move with 
style. It paced towards the girl, hands out in an attempt at the same Kempo style (1).
	"It's stupid! I can't believe you!" the girl screamed out. She darted forwards and attacked the panda 
with a flurry of fists. The panda blocked each blow in turn. The people turned to the pair and started to gasp 
in awe and wonderment. The muttered amoungst themselves.
	"What crap! Picking my fiancee for me, without even consulting me?" the girl bellowed out at the 
silent panda. She grasped its left paw and executed a judo throw, hurtling the panda to the ground. The 
sound of impact flew into the air. The panda laid limp on the ground. The girl, exhausted from the throw, 
stood a moment to catch her breath.
	"I'm going back to China! Suck on that, old man!" she said calmly. She snapped on her heels and 
turned to go. Silently, the panda got back up and sneaked behind the girl. He grabbed a street sign and tore 
it from the ground. In the same motion, he whipped it across the back of the girl. The girl's eyes bugged out, 
and she collapsed on the ground. The panda staked the sign into the pavement. He grabbed the girl and put 
her over one shoulder. He also picked up the backpack she had dropped.
	The people started to chatter and gather around the panda.
	"It's a panda!"
	"What's it doing?"
	Sizing up the situation, the panda decided to use tact. He growled loudly at the people, and they 
gasped out in surprise and fled from the panda. The great white and black bear trudged on down the street.

	The four were kneeling around the kitchen table: Kasumi, Nabiki, Akane and their father. Akane 
was still in her gi. Soun stood up and looked out into the garden. He gazed at the pools filled with fish. All 
of the girls had puzzled expressions on their faces.
	"Who's Ranma?" asked Kasumi.
	"He's the son of my long-time friend Genma Saotome." Answered Soun. "He and Ranma just 
finished a training trip to China."
	"Ooh! China!" said Nabiki.
	"So what?" said Akane. "Big deal. China!"
	"And if one of you was to marry Ranma, then the family line could continue." Stated Soun.
	"Wait a minute!" roared Akane "Don't we have some say about who we marry?"
	"How old is he?" queried Kasumi "Younger men don't interest me."
	"Is he cute?" asked an awed Nabiki. Soun laughed out loudly.
	"I don't know." He said.
	"You don't know?"
	"I've never met him."
	'Oh, give me a break!' though Akane.
	Without warning, their came a sound of struggle from the front hallway. All eyes looked towards 
the direction.
	"Ooh! That must be Ranma!" exclaimed Nabiki. She ran towards the front hall.
	"Saotome, my old friend!" Soun parlayed. He ran after his daughter.
	"Oh, I do hope he's older!" stated Kasumi, to no one in particular.
	Nabiki suddenly came running back down the hallway with a shocked expression. She was soon 
followed by her father, who was doing a double-take. Behind them, a panda, carrying a girl over one 
shoulder, filled the hallway. He trotted down the hallway. The girl was flailing about.
	"Come on, Pop!" she yelled. "You're scaring them shitless!"
	Nabiki turned around and faced the panda, as if taking a defensive position. Soun turned around 
and stood upright, totally pale and bug-eyed.
	"Are these your friends, father?" asked Kasumi.
	"Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!" Soun shook his head violently.
	"Oh, so this panda just decided to wander in, is that it?" asked Nabiki.
	"Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!"
	The panda set the girl down in front of the shocked group.
	"You wouldn't happen to be..." Soun gasped.
	"I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry about this." The girl replied.
	"Ooh! He is cute!" said Nabiki.
	"Ranma! Finally!" Soun stepped forward and engulfed Ranma in huge hug. He squeezed. Suddenly, 
his expression changed. He squeezed again. Tendo let go of Ranma and stepped back. He looked down and 
saw that even the poncho could not hide the great rack.
	Nabiki stooped down and inspected Ranma. Nabiki poked at Ranma's breasts and then squeezed 
them, just to make sure.
	"Uh, could you please not do that?" Ranma splurted.
	"Ranma's not a boy!" exclaimed Nabiki "He's a girl!"
	"A girl!" blurted Soun "Oooooooh!" He stumbled back and fell down, into unconsciousness.

	When Soun awoke he was surrounded by his three girls, Ranma, and the giant Panda. He was laid 
out on a bedroll with a wet cloth on his brow.
	"Daddy said that Ranma was coming. Ranma was a boy!"
	"Stop arguing, Nabiki! Oh, he's coming to!"
	"This is all your fault, Daddy!" Nabiki roared at her father.
	"I assumed that my friend Saotome's son was a boy."
	"Excuse me, does this look like a boy?" Nabiki said, as she reached over and squeezed Ranma's 
breast.
	"Could you please stop that!" muttered Ranma.
	"Nabiki! Stop it!" said Akane. "Ranma is our guest!"
	Akane pushed aside Nabiki's hand. She turned to Ranma.
	"You want to be friends. You practice Kempo, right? You want to spar?"
	"OK!" exclaimed Ranma.

	Akane led Ranma into the training hall. The remnants of the concrete slabs were gone. The two 
took opposing sides of the hallway.
	"All right!" Akane said "Are you ready?"
	"Just a sec..."
	"Too late!"
	Akane darted forward and executed two snap kicks. Despite the speed of the kicks and her 
unreadiness, Ranma easily avoided each kick, bobbing back and forth. Akane swore under her breath. She 
made two forward punches, which were again avoided. Akane then executed a right hook. Ranma caught 
Akane's fist.
	"Just a second," said Ranma, "let me get this wet poncho off first."
	Ranma turned Akane's fist aside, and proceeded to take off the soaking poncho. She threw it aside. 
Akane was left staring at the sight in front of her. Ranma's small stature and seeming agility were betrayed 
by her physique. The shirt of her costume only covered her torso. Her arms were totally bare. The were 
rippled with heavy muscle. Ranma clenched her fists together, causing her arm muscles to flex up.
	Akane stared in amazement. She looked at the rest of Ranma's body, and realized that the Wu Shu 
costume must have been hiding even more muscle mass.
	Ranma charged forward, and made a roundhouse kick. Akane caught it with her left forearm, 
causing it to spasm with pain.
	'Even my strength is no match for this!' she though to herself.
	Akane was fast to counter, trying to make a wheel kick. Ranma flipped up to avoid it. She 
continued her path right over Akane, landing in a crouch. Ranma stood up, turned around, and touched 
Akane's head with a single finger.
	Akane turned around and stared. Ranma laughed a girlish laugh. Akane gave a slight laugh also.
	"I'm glad you're a girl."
	"What do you mean?" asked Ranma.
	"I'm mean, I wouldn't want to lose to a boy!"
	Akane left the training hall.

	The panda opened the door to the bathroom. He trod over to the bath and turned the hot tap on. 
The bath soon filled with steaming water. As soon it was full, the panda turned off the tap, and then climbed 
into the bath.

	Kasumi led Ranma down the hallway. Kasumi was having trouble not staring at Ranma's arms, and 
was shocked at their size and strength. She did her best at keeping her composure, however. She opened the 
door of the spare room.
	"Here, Ranma, you can use this room." She said.
	Ranma followed Kasumi into the room. It was a basic spare room, with a bed, closet and table. 
Ranma looked around. Kasumi opened the closet and took out a towel.
	"Here Ranma, you'll be wanting to take a bath." She said.
	"Um, no thanks."
	"You've been exercising, right? You'll be sweaty."
	"Ok, I'll take one."
	Ranma accepted the towel from Kasumi, and headed towards the bathroom. Kasumi headed for the 
kitchen.

	It was getting to the early evening. Nabiki was on her way to the kitchen, when she noticed 
something strange in the dining room.
	Kneeling on a pad was her father, tear-struck, but stoic. He seemed to be holding in great 
emotional stress. Sitting across from him was a squat man in his fifties. He was bald, and wore a kerchief hat 
to cover the fact. He wore a simple judo gi. Tears swelt from behind his strange, string-rimmed glasses.
	"So that is the truth." Said Soun. The man nodded.
	"The path of true martial arts awareness is wrought with peril!" exclaimed Tendo.
	Nabiki went into the kitchen, where Kasumi was preparing supper.
	"Hey, Kasumi. Who's the weird old dude in the dining room?"
	"I'm not sure. Go tell Akane she can take her bath now."

	Ranma stripped off her Wu Shu outfit. She first took off her pants, revealing muscle-laden legs. 
They were tough and toned. Her calves perked up with strength. Her quads were thick and corded. As she 
moved, the muscles on her legs flexed and unflexed, as if snakes were just below her skin. Ranma removed 
her shirt, revealing great mammae. The orbs were perked and solid: she wore no bra. Her abs were like a 
brick wall: solid and patterned. Muscles rippled across her abdomen. Her shoulders were high and strong, 
leading up to the neck. Her back muscles were peaks of strength. Her butt was tight and firm.
	Ranma put her clothes in the laundry bin, and opened the door to the bathroom. She walked in and 
closed the door behind her. Ranma walked over to the bath and turn on the water. Every movement was 
accentuated by her muscles, which moved sensually. The bath filled up with hot, steaming water. Ranma 
climbed in, over the rim of the bath, her arm muscles strong and carrying her easily.

	Akane opened the door to the laundry room. She stepped in and started to remove her clothes. She 
noticed Ranma's clothes already in the laundry bin.
	"I guess we can take our bath together." She called out.
	Akane removed her top, revealing a her chest, shoulders, arms and abdomen. She wore a bra over 
her developing breasts. Akane was nowhere near Ranma's muscularity, but she was strong none-the-less. 
Her abs showed the hints of muscles, starting to tone. Her arm muscles stood out slightly, toned and firm. 
Her shoulders were much more developed than other girls her age. Akane took off her pants. Her legs were 
long and muscled. Her calves stood out and her thighs were nicely-shaped with the beginnings of quad-
development. 
	Ranma sat in the bath, pondering.
	'What to do?' she thought 'I guess I'll have to tell them sometime.'
	Akane removed her undergarments, and tossed all her clothes in the laundry bin. She headed 
towards the bathroom door.
	'Well,' Ranma thought, 'I may as well go out as I am.'
	With that, Ranma stood up, revealing his strong young body. He was a well-developed young man 
with a handsome, boyish face. His muscles were well-developed from exercise. He started to get out of the 
bath.
	Akane opened the door to the bathroom. Ranma turned to look. They both stood there, frozen by 
shock and, well, admiration.
	Ranma saw a well-developed athletic young woman with a pretty face.
	Akane saw a muscular young man with a handsome face and, well, a well-hung organ.
	'Whoa!' thought Ranma.
	Akane backed up, closing the door to the bathroom. She calmly redressed, and went into the 
hallway. She waited, then took a deep breath.
	Akane's scream pierced high and filled the entire building. She never stopped screaming as she ran 
past the kitchen and into the dining room. She grabbed the table where Soun and his guest were having a 
drink. They quickly removed their snacks, as Akane whipped the table into the air. Nabiki and Kasumi ran 
into the dining room.
	"Akane, what's wrong?" asked the concerned Kasumi.
	"There's a pervert in the bathroom, that's what!" screamed Akane.
	"Then why didn't you just clobber him?" asked Nabiki.
	"Because I was scared!"
	"Excuse me."
	All eyes turned to the dining room door. Standing in the doorway was the young man, clad in a Wu 
Shu costume. He was scratching the back of his head. His eyes were to the floor.
	"I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry 'bout this."

	

To Be Continued...

	1 - Kempo: For those who don't know, Kempo is a style of martial arts which was created in Japan 
but originated from China. It is actually a conversion of the Shao-Lin Style of Kung Fu into Japanese 
teaching, combining the acrobatics of Kung Fu with some of the basic manuevers of Karate. This is a rough 
explanation of Kempo, so don't quote me on it. The Tendo and Saotome clans uses a more complex form of 
the art.