The Shikima Interface
Chapter Four--- School Daze.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2,
and the anime La Blue Girl. I have no rights whatsoever to the
characters
depicted herein.
This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends, do not read
this.
It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read this.
If you think anything might offend you don't read this.
If you are under age for adult material, don't read this.
Anyone else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me know
what you think.
Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do with it."
Concerning Ranma and Akane, while they are using their new
names, Ranko and Akira, I will only use those names when they are
interacting with someone who is not aware of the truth, or when they
are spoken aloud.
What has gone before.
Ryouga discovered a potion that disabled the Jusenkyo curse.
Ranma thinking it was a cure drank it while in her female form, and
may be trapped that way.
Akane, used the instant Nanniichuan on herself to treat certain
side effects Ranma was suffering from. Something interfered with
the temporary curse, rendering it permanent. Akane is now cursed
to change into a boy when splashed with cold water. A very big boy.
Due to some demonic influences, Shampoo has been bonded to
Nabiki. Nabiki, herself under similar influences, as well as a dose of
Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to Shampoo in
return.
Nodoka on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided
that her new daughter would have to learn how to behave as a girl in
order to not bring dishonor on to the Saotome name.
Wanting to keep their condition a secret, Ranma and Akane
have decided to pose as Akane's fictional cousins, Akira and Ranko.
Confused, go and read the first three chapters at.
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html
Or the RAAC archive.
Now join us as Ranma and Akane enjoy their first day in their
new roles.
"Ranko? . . .Ranko? . . . RANKO!!!"
"Huu . . . what? O Akane. What's the matter?" Ranma looked
down at the tall, dark-haired boy who was walking parallel to the
fence she was currently strolling along the top of. She had been deep
in thought until Akane had pulled her back to the real world.
"Would you get down from there _Ranko_," Akane said,
emphasizing Ranma's new name, in a pointed reference to her slip
in regards to Akane's alias.
"Why, _Akira_?" Ranma drawled back.
"Because girls do not walk on fences, and you promised your
mother that you would try not to disgrace your family."
"Disgrace! How is walking on a fence going to disgrace my
family? Shampoo rides her bike on it. Does she disgrace her
family?"
"Don't use that tramp as an example, besides she usually wears
pants."
Ranma broke into Akane's lecture. "That reminds me, what
was with Nabiki and Shampoo this morning? I mean, if you ever
told me Nabiki would be carrying Shampoo around like a house pet,
I'd have said you were crazy."
"I don't think it was Shampoo," Akane said thoughtfully.
"Huu, why not?"
"Because, when I went downstairs later, and asked your mother
where Nabiki was, she said that Nabiki had borrowed my cat carrier,
and taken her new pet to the vet."
"Your cat carrier," Ranma said in alarm. "Why do you have a
cat carrier?"
Akane flushed. "Never mind, that's not important. What is
important is that Shampoo would never let Nabiki shove her into a
cat carrier." Akane grimaced as he recalled how long the scratches
had taken to heal. "And even if Nabiki did somehow manage to get
her into it, there is no way she would have taken her to the vet.
Nabiki is too smart to make Shampoo that mad at her. No, this must
be some scam of hers. Somewhere she's found a cat that looks like
Shampoo's cursed form, and she plans to use it somehow to make
money."
"How?"
Akane shuddered. "I don't know, and I don't care. I plan to
stay as far away from Nabiki's schemes as I can, at least the ones I
can avoid," he modified slightly, thinking of his and Ranma's
current situation. "Anyway, that's not important right now. What is
important, is your unfeminine behavior. It was bad enough when
you did it before when you wore pants. Now you're wearing a school
uniform."
"Go ahead, rub it in." Ranma said in a bitter tone. "It's bad
enough I'm stuck as a girl, but mom wants me to dress and act like
one." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing, one of
Akane's uniforms altered to fit her. Her mother had splurged on
other, more feminine clothing, but Nabiki had pointed out that
Akane had a whole closet full of clothes that would be going to
waste, and one school outfit was the same as any other.
"And this thing is too tight in the chest as well." Ranma
looked at Akane from out of the corner of her eye, to see if the jibe
had gone home. She frowned in disappointment. Akane had gone
red in the face, but he made no move to attack Ranma. Ever since
Akane had knocked her across the dojo the other day, he had been
treating her with kid gloves. It was beginning to grate on her nerves.
After the shopping expedition of the day before, she needed
something to get her mind off what was happening to her.
Of course relieving stress was not the only reason she was
annoyed Akane would not fight with her.
Ranma loved fighting with Akane. For most of her life the
only time she got the undivided attention of a loved one was when
they were fighting. When she had started to have feelings for
Akane, she had not known how to express them. So she had fallen
back on old habits, and teased and tormented Akane until she would
lash out in anger. Then Ranma would have the security of knowing
she had Akane undivided attention. Sure it was painful, but she had
been dealing with pain her whole life. Physical pain she could deal
with. It was the other type of pain she could not handle. So she
started fights to avoid having to deal with that other type of pain.
She might not have been able to hit back, Akane being a girl
and all, but when Akane was bothered enough to hit her, then at
least she knew Akane cared. It was the times when Akane did not
try to hit her that she worried. Always before it had been when
Akane was truly angry with her, that she restrained herself. This
time it was something different, and in its own way even more
worrisome.
This morning when Ranma had tried to get Akane to spar with
her before school in his male form, she had refused. Ranma knew
she would not be able to let loose against a female Akane. However,
she had ample evidence that Akane's male form was a worthy
opponent. She had expected Akane to jump at the chance. Look at
all the times she had tried to get Ranma to spar full out with her. So
Ranma had been surprised when she refused. Then, to make Ranma
really annoyed, Akane had even had the nerve to say that Ranma
was too weak to fight her male form, and for her to wait till she was
stronger.
It was infuriating, but Ranma had coped with a non-violent
Akane before. Now, just as she had done on previous occasions,
Ranma was going out of her way to try and get a rise out of Akane,
but nothing she was doing seemed to work. She focused back on
Akane, who had calmed himself enough to start talking.
"That is not the point!" Akane gritted out from between
clenched teeth, referring to Ranma's complaints about having to
wear girls clothing. He was more than a little annoyed at her
constant carping. The way Ranma had been acting since this
morning, you would think she was trying to make him hit her! Well,
he was not going to do it! He had barely tapped Ranma a few days
ago, and she had flown twenty feet through the air. It was only pure
luck that she had landed in the Koi pond. Then just yesterday,
another casual blow had sent the small girl flying across the dojo.
Even if Ranma was not ready to admit it yet, she was no where near
as durable or strong as she had been.
"You are walking on a fence, in a skirt! Every boy who walks
by just has to look up to see your panties. Why do you think I never
walked up there?"
"Don't know. Because you're clumsy?" Ranma said with a
shrug of her shoulders.
Akane again gritted her teeth and this time counted to ten
before continuing. "No you baka! I could have done it easily! I just
didn't want to give all the perverts on the way to school a free show.
Now get down from there before your mother finds out about it."
"I suppose you're the one that'll tell her." Ranma said with a
sniff. She was stilled peeved at the fact that her mother had
appointed Akane as her trainer in feminine behavior. Akane!!
What was her mother thinking? Asking Akane the Gorilla to teach
some one how to be more of a girl was ridiculous. O sure she
realized how much she liked Akane. No! . . . How much she loved
Akane, but that did not mean she had suddenly gone blind in regards
to Akane's lack of girly skills. What made her mother action really
galling, was how Akane had been behaving lately. She put those
thoughts into words.
"Seems pretty low, considering you're the one that's been
staring up my dress for the last five minutes. What's the matter?
Your shorts too tight all of a sudden?"
Akane flushed as Ranma's words hit a little too close to home.
The fact was, he had been looking, and that his body had reacted to
what he had seen. He had been noticing that it was taking less and
less to get him aroused in the last few days. It was not just his male
body either. He had sneaked in and taken a bath with Ranma the
night before, after they had gotten home from Nodoka's shopping
expedition. That had led to a very intense and satisfying encounter.
Both Ranma and her had given each other a great deal of mutual
pleasure. The thing was, three days ago she would not have dreamed
of doing such a thing. Last night however, it had seemed the most
natural thing in the world.
He looked at Ranma standing on the fence, grinning at him, as
if she was reading Akane's mind. He began to get annoyed. He
clenched his fists in an effort to control himself. Damn her, he
thought, just one, just one little punch. He fought himself back
under control. If only she was not so tiny, he thought. His new body
was just so big. He felt as if everything around him was made of
glass. He had already destroyed several chunks of the dojo in an
effort to learn how to handle his new body, simply because he had no
idea of its strength. At times it was almost frightening how strong
he was.
He was afraid he would hurt Ranma badly if he lost his temper
and hit her. It was as bad as the time Ranma ate the magic
mushrooms, and had the body of a six-year-old . . . The recollection
of that incident suddenly stirred a memory.
Ranma felt a chill as Akira's expression went from barely
restrained anger to almost glee . . . and something else, an
expression Ranma had been seeing far more often lately then she
cared for.
"Ranma, do you remember the time you ate Ryouga's magic
mushrooms, and you ended up with the body of a six year old?"
"Yeaaa . . ." Ranma said, in a hesitant voice, trying to figure
out where Akane might be going with that question, and failing.
"What about it?"
"Do you remember what I did when you acted like a spoiled
brat?"
"You wouldn't?!" Ranma said in shock, moving down the
fence, away from Akane. At the same time she cupped her hands
protectively over her bottom.
Akane looked at her, and the something else in his gaze was
now much clearer. "O I don't know," he said, in a dreamy voice. "I
rather think I might enjoy turning you over my knee again, pulling
those little panties you hate so much down to your knees, swatting
that cute little ass of yours until it turns cherry red. Then who
knows, maybe I could think of something else to do after that." As
he had been talking, his face had grown flushed and he had moved
closer to Ranma.
Ranma suddenly jumped down from the fence and walked in a
circle around the red faced Akane. "Ok, ok. If you're going to make
such a big deal out of it, I'll walk on the stupid sidewalk." As she
passed by Akane, she muttered, "Pervert!"
Akane started, he looked at her retreating back for a moment in
surprise, and then said. "Un-cute tomboy." Ranma stopped abruptly,
and turning back, stared at him with a shocked look on her face. Her
expression shifted quickly, the look of surprise left her face, a grin
twitched at the corner of her mouth, and was answered by a soft
chuckle from Akane. She started to giggle, and then they both broke
down and howled with laughter.
"I needed that," Ranma said a few minutes later as they
resumed their walk toward school. "I'm feeling a bit nervous." She
confessed.
"You're nervous!" Akane exclaimed. "What about me? At
least you've been to school as a girl before."
"You're right, and that's why I'm nervous. I think all this
disguise stuff is a waste of time. Hiroshi and Daisuke will recognize
me for sure. Not to mention Ukyou."
"Well you'll have to avoid Ukyou for a bit I agree, but I doubt
you'll have any trouble with Hiroshi or Daisuke."
"Huu, why's that?"
"Because, except for your face, Nabiki has changed everything
about your appearance. I seriously doubt that either of those two
perverts spent a lot of time looking at your face when you were
female."
"Hey, I'm a guy and they know it."
"A guy with a body that perverts go to sleep for, just so they can
dream about it. Look how you were always Happosai's favorite.
Face it. Those two couldn't keep their eyes off of your chest or your
ass any time you were a girl."
"Hmp, sounds like someone else I know, only he has a hard
time keeping his hands off as . . . EEEp!!" Ranma raised up on her
tiptoes as Akane reached between her legs and lifted.
"What was that?"
"Just a joke, just a joke!!" Ranma hurriedly said as she felt
Akane's forefinger pressing into the cleft of her sex through the thin
fabric of her panties.
"That's better," Akane said, as he withdrew his hand, a happy
look on his face. This is great, he thought to himself. Maybe I can't
hit Ranma anymore, but this is a lot more fun, and much more
effective at shutting Ranma up. He started looking forward to the
next time Ranma mouthed off. Then guiltily, he realized that maybe
he should save it up until they were someplace more private. He
looked up and down the street to see if anyone had seen his very un-
brotherly behavior. It would not do to blow their cover before they
even got to school.
While Akane was looking for witnesses to his indiscretion, a
fed faced Ranma was fighting down the sensations that Akane's
fingers had sent racing through her body.
She had been avoiding intimate contact whenever possible
between the two of them today. Ranma was determined to give in as
little as she could to her new female feelings. For the most part she
had been successful, but when Akane had touched her, all her vows
went out the window. Her body started crying out for more, and her
little hole started to throb for something hot and hard to fill it.
The problem was that Akane seemed to be going out of his way
to touch her. He didn't seem to care where they were, or whether he
was male or female. Just look at the way she had behaved the other
day. It was more than just the physical sensation however.
Whenever Akane held her, it was as if a missing part of her had been
returned. She was starting to wonder if she was going to be able to
hold out until the potion wore off, and she was a guy again. She had
taken to visualizing that happy time, trying to use that to focus her
determination. It was similar to what she had done before any
serious fight, but this time she was not trying to imagine the punches
she would throw or block. She had tried picturing herself making
love to Akane as a male. Tried to imagine what it would be like to
sink his hard cock into Akane's trembling, passion flushed body.
However she kept losing focus, and the image in her mind
would change to her and Akane-kun, and then before she knew it, it
would be Akane's massive member plundering her little vessel she
was visualizing.
It was getting harder and harder to call up the memories of
what it felt like to be a man. It had only been three days, but it felt
like she had been stuck as a female for months. Maybe it was
because of all the time she had spent as a female as a result of her
curse. Maybe a little femaleness had leaked through the shield the
full Jusenkyo curse set up to protect the victims core personality.
The shield that Ryouga's potion had stripped away from her mind.
Maybe all that time as a female had accumulated, and then when she
drank the potion, it had all came tumbling down on her at once.
Breathing deeply she managed to bring her heart beat back
down to near normal. Then looking for something to take her mind
off of her worries she chastised Akane. "Geez, Akane, are you
'trying' to mess up? You want us to blow this before we even get to
school?"
Akane looked contrite. "Sorry," he said. Inside however, his
mind was filled with this new concept in punishing Ranma for her
mouthiness. His cock firmed as his thoughts took a particularly lewd
turn, and the pressure made him realize that he had better cool those
thoughts, if he did not want to show up at school with a big bulge in
his pants. He started reviewing the math homework he had been
assigned on the day before all this happened, and as his mind dwelt
on the intricacies of Algebra, the bulge in his trousers slowly
subsided.
As they resumed their walk to school, Akane's thoughts turned
back to his recent indiscretion, trying to look at it dispassionately, so
as to reduce the risk of another session of Algebra. What was wrong
with him? He had never felt this out of control before. He had
managed to conceal his feeling for Ranma for over a year. Then
three nights ago, he got his curse, and finally bedded her. Now that
he had finally lived his dreams, he couldn't seem to keep his hands
off of her, and it was getting worse. Every time they were together he
could not pull his eyes away from her body. He would find himself
idly picturing her writhing in passion.
His dreams were full of images of him making love to her in
every possible position his imagination could supply, and thanks to
some magazines he had stuffed under his mattress that was quite a
few.
That was not the biggest change though. Once he had dreamed
of making sweet love to Onna-Ranma as a female, but now more and
more, his dreams were of him doing so as a man. What was
happening to him? Did the fact that he was a lesbian mean he was
really a boy at heart? Had the curse just brought out the real him?
He did not want to think so. Despite his liking for girls, he had
always liked feminine things. Like cooking and sewing. Of course
as Ranma was always quick to point out, he had never been very
good at them. Maybe he really had been a man trapped in a girl's
body all this time. This depressing thought was interrupted by an
annoyed voice coming from beside him.
"A_k_i_r_a!" Ranma hissed. "We're almost there, would you
start paying attention! I think maybe we're expected." Ranma's
voice held a hint of trepidation. Akane looked up to see what was
bothering her, and almost backed up a step when he saw dozens of
pairs of eyes staring at them. Every student near the school's gate
had stopped whatever they had been doing, and were now staring
intently, in some cases hungrily, at them.
"What on earth?!" He blurted out.
"I think maybe Nabiki has something to do with this." Ranma
said, gesturing with her eyes to where Nabiki was standing in her
usual spot for taking care of business. She was doing a brisk trade
this morning, selling folders by the handful from a box sitting on the
ground beside her.
As soon as the students around her noticed Ranko and Akira,
they stampeded to join the crowd that already surrounded the
school's front gate. The crowd of students had arranged themselves
in a large semi circle half a dozen students in depth. This gave the
best view to the most people, but it also completely blocked the
entrance to the school yard.
Their appearance had resulted in Nabiki being left on her own,
but she did not seem disappointed at being abandoned by her
customers. That situation made Akane more than a little nervous.
When Nabiki seemed unworried about losing money, watch out. It
usually meant she was busy picking your pocket. As he fretted about
what Nabiki might be up to, Akane began to make out words and
sentences coming from the crowd.
"Boy, he's big . . . so cute . . . handsome . . . she's alright . . .
Ranma was better built . . . Ranma was a guy. . . . O no, not her!!"
The last statement was accompanied by a stirring in the crowd,
as several students directing their gaze upwards. Akane followed
their eyes, and became aware of a figure falling toward them from
above. Picking up Ranma under one arm, much to her
consternation, he leaped backward. Ranma's objections disappeared
when she saw who was coming. As soon as Akane set her down, she
ducked behind him, hiding herself from the figure that had landed
lightly a few feet from where they had just been standing. The
newcomer smiled, and then held up both hands showing her peaceful
intentions.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, or scare your sister" she said
placatingly. "It's just that these jackasses didn't leave any other way
of getting near you. I'm Ukyou. Did Ranma or Akane mention
me?"
"Aa yes, sort of, they said you were a friend of theirs."
The tenseness seemed to flow out of Ukyou, and she relaxed.
"I'm glad. Considering that I almost killed Akane a couple of
months ago, I thought they might have harsher words. Like, stay
away from that crazy bitch!" Ukyou's voice was light, but the pain
behind the words was obvious. "O no," Akane exclaimed.
"They said you apologized for that, and they made up with you."
"So they did mention it. I can't blame them, I would have."
Ukyou said, her voice indicating she was a little hurt, despite her
words.
Akane was at a loss for what to say. Ukyou had been
devastated by her behavior at the wedding, where her flour bombs
had very nearly done severe, and terminal damage to Akane and
Ranma. Shaken by what she had almost done in her obsessive
pursuit of Ranma, she had locked up the restaurant. Then in the
privacy of her tiny apartment, she had proceeded to get
monumentally plastered for the first time in her life.
It was not until Akane had broken down the door, looking for a
little pay back, that her days long binge was interrupted. Akane had
dragged the sodden Ukyou into the bathroom, and after stripping
her, had shoved her into the shower stall and turned on the cold
water. For a half hour she had held the naked, soused Ukyou under
the ice cold water. It was only when the shivering girl started to turn
blue that she relented, and let her out from under the icy deluge.
Then after nearly rubbing her raw with a coarse towel, she had
dragged Ukyou down to the kitchen and made black coffee.
Considering that the ratio of coffee to water was very nearly
one to one, it had proven very effective in sobering Ukyou the rest of
the way up. The fact that Akane used ground coffee, instead of
instant, may have helped as well. Ukyou might have sobered up just
to avoid another cup. Finally however she was aware enough to
recognize Akane. She had tried to flee from Akane's accusing eyes,
but was still too weak. Unable to fight, unable to run, bereft of the
false comfort of the bottle she had dissolved into tears, the final
refuge of those who have lost all other means of expressing
themselves.
For the next two hours Ukyou had cried on Akane's shoulder,
alternating muffled apologies, with soul deep sobbing. When she
had finally cried herself out, several things had occurred. Akane had
forgiven Ukyou, and Ukyou had renounced her claim on Ranma. In
her own words, "I'm not worthy of his love."
Akane had slapped her.
The brawl that followed had nearly destroyed the interior of the
restaurant, but when it was done Ukyou was over much of her self
pity, and she and Akane were on the way to being much better
friends. Ukyou had stuck by her vow to end her engagement to
Ranma however.
After that, it had taken Akane two weeks before she had
managed to get Ranma and Ukyou back together. Ranma was angry
at Ukyou, and had no idea of how to express it. Akane had finally
bashed Ranma over the head with a mallet and dragged him to
Ucchan's . She had thrown him inside and locked the door and not
let either of them out until they settled their differences. The silence
inside had eventually given way to yelling, and then a few more
tables had been smashed, but when it was over they were both
friends again.
All this Akane knew, and could not say a word about. If he did,
then Ukyou would believe that her friends had been talking about her
behind her back. Akane had to say something however, and he fell
back on an old standby. Blame it on Nabiki, a very old standby in
fact. It had been replaced sometime ago with, blame it on Ranma,
but that would not work here.
"It's not like that." He said. "Cousin Nabiki wrote about the
wedding, and naturally we asked about it when we met Akane and
Ranma. They set us straight. They consider you one of their best
friends. They also said that there was not a better person to get to
know in Nerima. If you ever need a friend or a good meal just go to
Ukyou, they said."
Ukyou smiled brightly, and the uncertainly that had been
apparent in her expression vanished. Assurances of friendship and
complements on her food, always cheered her up. "I'm happy to
hear that, and for my first act of kindness, I'll help you get into
school." Having said this, she unsheathed her battle spatula from its
usual position behind her back, and turned and faced the horde of
students that were blocking the gateway. Under her fierce look they
melted away, clearing a path for the new students.
Ukyou walked with them until they reached the school
entrance, and then said. "I suppose you need to go and get registered,
so I'll see you when you get to class."
Ranma who had been trying her best to keep Akane's large
body between her and Ukyou, heaved a sigh of relief as the
Okonomiyaki chef left. She hated hiding from her best friend, but it
was only for a little while. Just till she was a he again, or at least
back to being a guy in a girl's body. Her current condition was just
too humiliating. It would be embarrassing if Ukyou should see her
acting like a girl, and of course she had to maintain her disguise for
Akane's benefit as well. Ranma was already considered a freak by
many, and nothing would really change that. Akane however was
not, and Ranma was not going to do anything that would jeopardize
that. She was only too aware of how much the sideways glances and
the whispered comments could hurt. She would be damned if she
would let Akane suffer that.
As they walked into the school, a figure dressed in Kempo garb
looked on in sadness. "Alas, and yet twas easily foretold," he
murmured to himself. "This mortal coil is bounded and of limited
girth, it groans anon to hold such wonders as my two beloveds.
Nabiki Tendo's
images, however fair, could not foretell a third fair angel come to
earth. Some things are yet too bright to be believed."
Sighing, he turned to leave, but before he did so, he tucked the
rose he was carrying into a crack in the bark of the tree he had been
standing under. Then, a melancholy expression on his face, he left
for class. Behind him the red rose fluttered in the breeze, a bright
splash of color against the dark grey of the tree.
Later after a morning of paper work, and introductions to
people they already knew, it was lunch time.
"So what do you think?" Ukyou asked.
"Everyone seems to be staring at us all the time," Akane said.
And it was true. All day long he and Ranma had been the object of
attention for a large proportion of the student body. Most of the girls
and one or two of the guys in Akane's case, and the numbers
reversed for Ranma.
As well, they seemed to be the main topic of conversation that
day. Akane kept hearing rather embarrassing speculation concerning
the size of his fingers and feet. Considering he had sometimes
indulged in similar gossiping with his friends, he was under no
delusions about what they were speculating on. He had spent most
of the morning in a state of intense embarrassment.
Ranma had also been hearing speculative comments, but it was
nothing she had not heard before. The problem was that before it
had been a source of humor for her. Now, she was very much aware
of the reactions occurring behind her as she walked down the hall.
The knowledge that they were picturing her naked, and with their
cocks stuck in various parts of her body was no longer funny. She
could feel their eyes striping away her clothes, lusting at the form
they concealed, and to her distress her body was reacting to that
attention. She had already made several trips to the bathroom to dry
herself. Why hadn't she thought to bring a spare pair of panties, or
for that matter a pair of boxers? She could have changed into the
much more comfortable underwear at the first opportunity.
That had not been the worst of it however. The first time she
had needed to use the washroom, she had gone into the boy's by
habit, and then had spent 30 minutes trapped in a stall when two
boys came in for a surreptitious smoke. She had been in a state of
panic that one of them would decide to use the stall she was in. She
was even afraid of pulling up her panties for fear that the movement
would attract their attention. So she had sat there, her panties
around her ankles and her knees drawn up to her chin to keep her
feet out of sight.
Then to make a stressful situation even worse, they had started
to talk about the new girl, and how much they'd like to nail her. It
had taken a little while to realize that the girl the were talking about
was her. The rest of their conversation was seared into her mind,
she doubted she would ever forget.
"Man I tell you, she's got a sweet mouth, I'd love to rest my
balls on her chin."
"Her mouth, that's just for starters man, I'd let her get my cock
nice and wet, and then I'd slid it up her ass."
"Right on man, god that butt of her's is sweet. Did you see the
way she was waving it at all the guys in class when the teacher
brought her and her brother in and introduced them to the class.
God I thought I'd shoot in my pants when she walked by. Did you
see the way she brushed against me. She wants it I tell you."
"Hey, do you suppose she's a virgin?"
"A virgin? God don't make me laugh, I bet she's had more
cock then the cafeteria has rice balls. You can tell just by looking at
her, I know a born cock sucker when I see one, and buddy if there
ever was one, she's it.
"You said it man, you just have to look at her to know that her
favorite position is flat on her back with her legs around some stud."
"Shit, look at time, Hinako-sensei will fry our ass if we don't
get back soon."
After the boys left Ranma had sat in the stall for another ten
minutes, curled up in a ball of misery. Was it true, was she acting
like a slut. She had no idea if it was the curse, or if she really was
what the boys had said she was. Her misery was further accentuated
by the fact that the images conjured up by the boys words had caused
reactions in her body, even though she felt nauseous at the very idea
of the things the boys had suggested there was still a little part of her
that reacted in a way that made her even sicker.
The only thing that eventually lightened her mood was finally
putting faces to the voices, and realizing they were two of the biggest
losers in the school. Even Gosunkugi was not as pathetic as they
were. Once she considered the source, she rapidly regained her
confidence. Those two were about as poor a judge of girls as there
was in the school. Even Hiroshi and Daisuke thought they were
pathetic. God she must have been a fool to take anything they said
seriously.
The rest of the morning had passed in a blur as she tried to
analyze her feelings. She found herself looking at the boys,
remembering what they looked like nude from the boys locker room.
Then she would look at the girls, trying to picture what they would
look like nude. Then she tried to picture herself having sex with
them. She was happy to find that the idea of having sex with the
boys made her nauseous at all times, while the girls still turned her
on. Then she looked at Akane, she found she had no trouble at all
picturing herself with Akane, male or female, and all her doubts
came crashing back down on her.
She had never been so glad to hear the lunch bell in her life,
and for her that was saying a lot.
She had originally seated herself beside Akane, but when she
had seen Ukyou coming she had excused herself and gone for a
walk. Careful avoiding the groups of boys that moved toward her
where ever she went. Then she began to grow angry at herself. She
was behaving like a scared little girl, hiding away because a few boys
were getting hardons as she walked by. Well, damn it, she wasn't
afraid of anything, and after Ryouga and Akane, she was dammed if
she was going to be scared of the limp dicks around here. She looked
around, and spotting a group of boys staring at her, started toward
them.
"Your sister doesn't like me very much, does she?" Ukyou
asked.
Akane choked on the mouthful of food he was chewing, and
had to be swatted on the back by Ukyou, until he got his breath back.
"Doesn't like you? Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well, she avoids me. If she can't avoid me, she hides behind
you. Seems pretty clear to me."
"She's just shy." Akane said.
"Uhu." Ukyou replied, looking over at where Ranko was
flirting with a group of drooling boys. "If you say . . . " Ukyou
trailed off when she noticed that Akira had clenched his fist and
shattered the chop sticks in his hand. She followed his gaze and saw
that he was looking at the same scene she had just noticed. "Don't
worry," she assured him. "They're harmless. They are some boys
she should avoid, but that group's not one of them." Her words did
not seem to have much affect on the fuming Akira, but when Ranko
wondered over to a group of girls he calmed down enough to resume
his conversation with Ukyou.
"You were saying," he said in a strained voice.
"I was just saying that you shouldn't worry about your sister so
much. All the real creeps around here have learned to keep a low
profile in the school yard. The only real problem was a dirty old
pervert that kept invading the girls' change rooms and stealing
underwear and gym shorts, but Happosai hasn't been seen for more
than two months, not since the wedding."
"Thanks for telling me, but it wasn't my sister I was worried
about, she's not supposed to flirt with boys. I'm afraid I'm going to
have to read her the riot act later." Despite his calm words Ukyou
could see that Akira was simmering in anger. Then, to Ukyou
surprise, Akira's mood shifted suddenly, and he seemed happy for
some reason.
"Yes, I really must discipline her." He said, in an abstracted
voice.
"Isn't that a little unusual?" Ukyou asked, "I mean you're
almost the same age. I'm surprised you're responsible for
disciplining her."
Akane flushed with embarrassed, realizing he had said the last
out loud. He hastily engaged damage control "You're right. I was
just letting myself get carried away. Seeing as how we're away from
home for the first time, Mother made me promise to keep an eye on
her, and I guess I got carried away. You know how it is, a big
brother has to look out for his sister. I'm sure Ranko will be fine."
Wanting to change the subject, Akane said. "It's nice of you to go
out of your way like this. It makes it easier, having a friend right
away."
"Any cousin of Akane's is a friend of mine." Ukyou said
brightly, and then wanted to kick herself for saying something so
silly. When Ranma had called her the day before and told her about
the trip he and Akane were going on, and the cousins that would be
attending Furinkan in their place, she had been depressed. She had
just started to be comfortable with Akane and Ranma again, and they
were off. She had always been a bit of a loner around the school.
Ranma and Akane were the only two people in the school she really
ever connected with. With them gone, she felt very isolated.
She had promised herself that she would not mope however.
She had to get on with her life, and one of the things she needed to
do that was a boy to take her mind off of Ranma. She might have
given up on the engagement, but that had not stopped her from
dreaming about him, and that way led back to the bottle, or to
obsession, and she wanted neither one of those options. She had
tried them both, and had not liked the outcome. Besides, she had
promised Akane on her honor that she would never go on a binge
like that again, and she never would. She smiled to herself,
especially if it meant not ever having to drink another cup of
Akane's coffee. This all lead back to the one possible solution, a
boy, someone she would not have to share with three other girls.
There was more than just companionship involved. She was
determined to prove to herself that she was attractive to boys, if not
with Ranma, then with some other boy she was attracted to. She
wanted very much to put completely behind her the memory of her
last relationship before she had discovered Ranma had come back to
Japan. That part of her life was over. She no longer had to pretend
she was a boy. She could be female now. She had no reason to date
girls. There was no longer any need to act in a masculine manner.
She cursed Tsubasa. If it had not been for that little transvestite
she could have gone on as she had been, living a solitary and private
life. When Tsubasa had hit on her however, and had persisted in
pursuing her, she had felt the need to refute the gossip that started
up, to protect both her family name and her secret. At the time she
did not have many options, and the only solution she could come up
with had seen her dating the sister of one of her classmates.
Before Ukyou realized what was happening, it had gotten fairly
serious, and before she had broken it off, it had reached the point
where they were indulging in a little mutual petting. Before long
Ukyou had found herself starting to enjoy the feel of the other girl's
body. For a while Ukyou reveled in the unusual feeling of being
loved and wanted, but then rationality reared it's ugly head, forcing
Ukyou to break up with Kimiko. Their passion was beginning to get
out of hand, and Ukyou would not have been able to keep up the
deception much longer. The sock she had taken to stuffing down her
pants would not have fooled Kimiko much longer. It was only
because Kimiko had never dated a boy before that Ukyou had
managed to get away with the masquerade for as long as she had.
The whole episode had been a serious blow to her self image.
She had disguised her self as a boy, but she had never questioned her
sexuality until Kimiko. She had to find out if she could be attractive
to boys. She already knew that she was attracted to them. The
condition of her panties after a day of chasing Ranma had left no
doubt about that. Or did it? Ranma, that was the joker in the deck,
Ukyou thought. He was manly, no doubt as to that, but he was also a
very cute girl half the time. Which side of him was the cause of her
dreams and feelings. She had given up Ranma, but she was no
closer to discovering if she was truly still a girl deep down.
Now like an answer to a Maiden's prayers, here was Akira.
He was handsome, had the most beautiful brown eyes, and was a
martial artist. Most importantly he had not even blinked at Ukyou's
unusual attire or weapons. He had not even seemed to notice. He
behaved as if he had known her for ages, and did not give any
indication that she was in any way strange. Even the fact that Akane
and Ranma had told him before hand of her habits did not fully
explain his indifference. He truly must not mind how she appeared.
Best of all, he was one hundred percent male, she was definitely
attracted to him, and no sane person would ever question his
masculinity. He fairly exuded machismo.
Playing for time she asked a minor question. "Is Ranko your
twin? I mean your the same age and all."
"No, actually she's adopted, but I have always felt very close to
her," Akira answered.
Swallowing Ukyou decided that she had beat around the bush
enough, time to ask the all important question. Do you have a
girlfriend? She was not going to waste time, and chance breaking
her heart again, by chasing after another lost cause. Just as she
finally worked up the nerve and opened her mouth to ask, she was
interrupted.
"You there. Akira Tendo is it not? I would have words with
you in private!" Kuno Tatewaki said, in his usual pompous manner.
He gestured impatiently at Ukyou, clearly wondering why she was
still there. "If thou would kindly get thee hence, underclassman."
Ukyou did not want to lose her temper in front of Akira.
Knowing Nabiki had been keeping him informed of the doings in
Nerima, she did not want to chance confirming any of the wilder
stories that he may have heard. Especially as they were most likely
true. So she stood up and said. "I'll talk to you after school.
Alright?"
"Looking forward to it." Akane said. Then he turned to Kuno
as Ukyou walked off, and said. "What may I do for you Sempai?"
"Good, I see thy manners are well kept, but does honor also
lodge within thy breast?"
Akane quirked an eyebrow at him. "I like to think so." Akane
knew where this was going, and sure enough the next words from
Kuno were.
"Then reveal unto me whence vile Saotome had spirited fair
Akane, thy cousin, and also my wondrous Pig Tailed Girl!"
"I'm sorry Sempai, but as I said, I like to think I have honor,
and I swore on mine that I would not reveal the location of my
cousin or her fiancee. I'm afraid you will have to seek elsewhere for
your information."
Akane really had sworn that. Nabiki had made both Ranma and
Akane swear on their honor to not reveal their location to anyone.
They had both thought it rather silly at the time, but now Akane was
glad of it. There was no way Kuno could ask him to break such an
oath. The last thing Akane wanted was for Kuno to spend the next
few days pursuing Akane in an effort to learn where his loves were.
Kuno was very nearly in tears. "But you must tell me! I am
constrained to stay here, or look you I might stumble and fail those
most grievous challenges that I must pass in order to take the name
Kuno to a wider world."
"The college entrance exams?" Akane asked curiously. He had
recently, in an effort to stave off boredom during Kuno's rants, been
trying to decipher his ranting.
"Indeed, you have the right of it. I must strive most diligently
in my chosen endeavors, for look you to fail would dishonor my
family." Kuno grasped Akane by the shoulders and gazed into his
eyes. It was all Akane could do to restrain his instinctual reaction to
being touched by Kuno. So instead of being rendered into a
shapeless pile of bruised and abraded flesh, Kuno continued to talk.
"But I cannot leave the fair Akane in such desperate danger!!"
Taking pity on the distraught Kendoest, Akane said. "You
have nothing to fear. My father and mother would never allow any
thing to befall Akane."
"I hope you are correct in your judgment." Kuno said, in a
depressed voice, "or heavy indeed will your conscience weigh on
you. I bid you farewell then." With that Kuno turned and strode
away.
"Well, that was not so bad." Akane mused aloud, "some of
Nabiki's talent must be rubbing off on me." He thought for a
moment, "I'd still rather hit him though." He went back to his
lunch, and his dreams of the _talk_ he planned to have with a former
redhead that night.
"Fair maiden."
Ranma stiffened at the familiar voice, then she relaxed. After
having her life turned upside down, it was nice to know that some
things were constant. With almost a feeling of relief she turned to
face Kuno. "Do something for you?" She asked.
Kuno smiled broadly and spoke in a voice that dripped
phoniness. "It is I who can do something for you fair maid. I wish
to greet you and offer you welcome to our fair school. As a relative
of the fair Akane Tendo you are most welcome." His expression took
on what he no doubt thought of as a cunning look. "I understand
you are from the mountains. They are most beautiful this time of
year. Which place do you call home? Its beauty must be most
severally diminished by your absence."
"I'm not telling."
"I beg your pardon!?" The jovial expression fled from Kuno's
face.
"You want to know where Akane and Ranma are. I'm not
telling."
Kuno looked sorrowful. "Woeful indeed to see another pure
heart taken in Saotome's evil schemes. Perchance since thou art far
from him his abhorrent spell will weaken. Therefore if you should
chance to change your heart come quickly to my waiting ear. Thou
cans't yet guess the foulness of Saotome."
Ranma had heard it all before. "Yea, yea, get on with it."
"That is all I have to say. I bid you good day, and do think on
my words."
"You're not going to challenge me?" Ranma blurted out,
surprised as what she had considered a certainty.
"And to what purpose woulds't I thus?"
"Well, I'm nice looking, and I'm a martial artist, don't you
want to challenge me for a date?"
Kuno threw back his head and laughed. Then sobering, he looked at
the puzzled Ranma. "Demoiselle, be thee not offended, for I am
simply not as fickle as Saotome would'st wish. He no doubt painted
me in his own colors, as a womanizing pervert, grasping 'neath any
nearby skirt. But I am made of far finer material than Saotome! I
have but two loves in my life, two paragons of femininity! Thy
cousin Akane, whose spirit, like a Lioness outshines all lesser
women in nobility, and the Pig-tailed Girl, whose grace and stamina
I liken to the sleek Gazelles on which true Lion's prey. Shall I, a
king among these student beasts, lower myself to lay paws on mere
rabbits? All ordinary girls, like thee, though credits to thy families
are yet so weak, so simpering and trembling 'neath my mighty gaze
that I must turn my head unto my rightful mate and
meat and leave thy kind to cower in the grass, touching a true man
only with thy eyes."
Kuno smiled condescendingly at her, and for the first time
looked her straight in the face. His face paled at the glare she was
directing his way, but that was not what had startled him. He
pointed a finger at her and tried to say something, but he could not
get the words out. Then a strange expression crossed his face. On
anyone else, Ranma would have said he was thinking, but this was
Kuno. Without saying another word, Kuno turned and left.
Behind him he left a furious Ranma, who muttered the word
rabbit over and over again. Then she seemed to come out of her
paralyzed state, her face flushed with the anger she was feeling, and
she started after Kuno, only to be brought up short by a massive hand
that gripped her shoulder.
"Where are you going?! It's time for class!" Akane hissed at
her. Akane paid no attention to Ranma's protests and dragged her
off to afternoon classes. She would spend the rest of the afternoon
fuming over Kuno's insult, vowing to ram it back down his throat.
Rabbit indeed, she'd show him who was a rabbit.
After Ranma and Akane left, Kuno emerged from behind the
corner of the school where he had concealed himself. His face was a
mix of exaltation and strain. He was performing a task that he had
not done in a long while, he was trying to control himself. Presently
his face cleared, and he started to soliloquize.
"Now witness me, Ye Exalted Immortals of the Heavenly
Plane! Though her flaming tresses now in midnight's black
concealed, though her bounteous charms are now crushed cruelly
back, ev'n so, I shall dare by curve of cheek and flashing eye of sky's
own blue declare her! She can be no other than the Pig-Tailed Girl!
Saotome has dared attempt to hide her thus before my very nose. But
lo, he could by no means conceal her glorious, untamed spirit!
Now his failure is complete!"
His face took of a look of indecision. "But what am I to do?
The vile Saotome has spelled her against acknowledging her love for
me. With Saotome gone this might at last be my chance to free her,
but what if my most ardent pursuit should act to press her more
deeply into the clutches of Saotome's spell?" He frowned, dredging
up the memories of Ranma's behavior moment before.
"But hold, the Pig Tailed Girl seemed most distressed when I
rejected her request for battle." Laboriously he strained his mind,
trying to give birth to an idea.
You could almost smell the smoke.
Then his face cleared. "Of course! How could I not have seen
it before? The Pig Tailed One cannot express her love in a
conventual fashion, so she seeks out my touch by other means. As
long as I pursue her with words of love, she must reject me, but if it
is I who reject her, then she will hunt me."
"BUT WHAT IF I AM WRONG?!!" He suddenly yelled at the
sky. "WHAT IF THIS COURSE SHOULD LOSE ME MY
LOVE?!!"
"No!! I must be resolute. I will test my assumption this very
day. If I am correct, the Pig Tailed Girl will seek me out and
challenge me. If she does, then I will know I am correct, but if she
does so, I must be resolute. I must treat her with disdain. I must use
the fire that burns in her for my touch, to char away the spell that
Saotome has placed on her. He has spelled most strongly against
expression of love, but he has made an error. If only I had not been
so blind. For many months the Pig Tailed Girl has tried to show me
the way. Now I must deny her the small solace that battle offers in
hope that it will supply the lever that will shatter Saotome's evil
enchantment once and for all." With a flourish, Kuno turned and
headed into school. Five minutes later he was standing in the hall
with a bucket of water in each hand. He used the time to think about
his upcoming actions.
"Akira wait up." Akane stopped at Ukyou's call, but her eyes
scanned the crowd of departing students for any sign of Ranma. She
had raced out of the room as soon as the teacher had dismissed the
class, and Akane was afraid that she would do something foolish.
She had been muttering something about Kuno under her breath the
whole afternoon. Really, you'd think she'd be ecstatic over Kuno's
expression of disinterest. It was the situation with Tsubasa all over
again. When they had not yet learned that Tsubasa was in
fact a boy, Ranma had gone over the top over Tsubasa calling her
ugly. Before that situation was over, Ranma had dressed herself up
like a bunny girl from a nightclub, net stocking, skin tight top and a
bunny tail, and had raced around the school yard in plain sight of
everyone. All to win a contest to prove she was the cutest. Ranma's
ego was always getting her into trouble, and she seemed to lose all
perspective when it was involved. If she let it do so this time, then
Akane was going to make sure she could not sit down for a week.
"Boy, you move fast for a big guy." Ukyou puffed as she finally
caught up with the tall boy. "We had a date remember." Ukyou
suddenly flushed, "well, not a date, but you did say we'd get together
after school."
After one last look for Ranma, Akane gave up and turned and
smiled at the cute girl beside him. "That's right, and I always keep
my promises, but do you mind if we look for my sister while we talk?
I'm a bit worried about her."
"Sure no problem, any idea where she might be."
Akane thought about it. Considering that Ranma was likely
planning to challenge Kuno, she was most likely waiting to waylay
him at the gate. He turned to Ukyou, and said. "Why don't we try
the gate? She may have gone there to wait for me when we got
separated."
"Thought you could hide, eh, big man?" A voice said, it tones
dripping with sarcasm. Kuno looked up from his practice, and his
heart started beating a mile a minute. There she was, just as he
surmised, she had searched him out.
Actually a chance meeting of a member of the Kendo club had
provided Ranma with the information that Kuno was practicing out
behind the school by the portable storage shed the Kendo club used
as their meeting hall, and that Kuno had converted to a shrine to his
two goddesses.
"What can I do for you, fair one?" Kuno asked, doing his best
to keep his voice informal with only the slightest hint of inquiry.
"You can fight me, that's what!" Ranma said. "Unless you're
afraid that is?"
"Afraid? Of a shy and sheltered maid such as you? You make
a most excellent jest, but I have no time to play with little girls now.
You may watch me if you would. I am the rising star of the high
school Kendo world. Watching my practice would be most
beneficial to you."
"The only thing that would be beneficial to me, is sticking my
foot up your ass!" Ranma said insultingly.
Kuno fought to keep the exaltation he was feeling from
showing on his face. He had been right, even now denying her the
chance to touch his body was driving her to insult him in an attempt
to force combat. Now if only he could be strong and keep his love
for her from showing.
"As I have said, I have no interest in fighting rabbits."
As Kuno repeated his insult of earlier, Ranma snarled and
charged him. Kuno spun out of the way of her attack and she raced
by him. Kuno was startled. She was so slow. Then like a bolt it hit
him. She was holding back. Saotome's spell was weakening.
Obviously his brilliant plan was already bearing fruit. Encouraged
by this, he hardened his heart and spoke to Ranma who was
preparing to charge again.
"Is that the best you can do? It would seem I misnamed you.
Tortoise would fit you better."
Ranma did not fall for this. The ease with which Kuno had
avoided her first attack had reminded her of her decreased ability.
She might be at a level of ability approaching what she had
possessed when she had first come to the Tendos', but Kuno was far
above where he had been at that time. Constant battle with Ranma,
combined with the training he has sought out to improve his skill,
had advanced him a lot. Ranma had never noticed before, because
as fast as Kuno has improved, she had improved faster. Now
however, she was severely reduced in ability, and Kuno's improved
ability was much more apparent.
That did not mean that she could not beat Kuno. She still
retrained all her training. She just lacked the speed and strength she
had possessed a week ago. She did not stop to think that the only
reason she had her current level of speed was because of that
advanced training. She did not consider the fact that she was in
truth far weaker than she had been the day she had arrived at the
Tendos'.
Ranma charged Kuno again, but this time she was ready, and
when he spun out of her path she altered her attack and moved into a
spinning kick that connected with Kuno's back.
Yes!! Kuno thought to himself, she is definitely coming out of
Saotome's spell. That blow had none of her usual fire behind it.
Ranma was surprised when Kuno merely stumbled slightly as a
result of her kick. Damn it, she thought, I'm not that weak am I?
Alright, so hard style won't work. Let's go to close in, and use holds
and leverage.
Kuno was watching his opponent carefully. She moved in on
him slowly, her body loose and ready to move in any manner she
wished. Kuno stood his ground and waited. She lashed out, trying
to get a grip on him. He caught her arm, and twisted away, pulling
her off of her feet. She brought her legs up and in, trying to land a
blow while his grip on her arm gave her leverage. Kuno shifted his
body so he took her kick on his hip. Taking advantage of her
closeness, he reached out a long arm and wrapped it around her
waist, pulling her in close. She lashed out with the heel of her hand
and caught him under the chin. This time Kuno did jolt backwards.
He tasted blood, as his lip was smashed against his teeth.
He did not relax his grip on Ranma though. Dropping his
Bokken, he fought to control Ranma's thrashing body. He pulled her
small body tight against himself, trying to crush the air from her
lungs. He started to sweat as he felt her lithe body squirming against
his: Her breasts squashed against his chest. Her thighs pressed and
rubbed across his groin. The sensation was exquisite, and as her
scent floated up from her hair and filled his nose, he could feel his
member rearing up and pressing against his pants in tribute to her.
Ranma froze for a second when she felt the bulge in Kuno's
pants pressing against her. In that moment of panic she lost the
advantage. Kuno turned her body and just as Ryouga had done he
caught both her hands up, and in a second had them held behind her
back with one of his large calloused hands wrapped around both of
her wrists. His free arm circled her waist and she found herself
being held firmly against Kuno's side, her head facing to the rear
and her legs out in front of him where he could keep an eye on them.
At that point she lost her focus and in an instant all her years of
training went out the window. If Kuno had been trying to kill her,
she would have been analyzing ever option, calculating every angle,
and preparing to strike to the best effect. Kuno was not trying to kill
her however, and the feel of his erection against her body, combined
with her present position, reduced her to panic-stricken
uncoordinated thrashings. As a result, she lost whatever hope she
had of breaking loose from Kuno.
Kuno found he had caught his prey, but it was like trying to
hold a wildcat. She thrashed madly, her free legs striking many a
blow to Kuno's lower legs. Fortunately for him, her body was
twisted just enough to the side to keep her from landing a good solid
blow to his groin. She was coming uncomfortable close however.
The only reason Kuno was able to keep his prospects of fatherhood
intact was because he could see her legs clearly and was able to shift
his body to take her blows on a less delicate part of his person.
Staggering under her weight and struggles, he moved over to a
wooden stool that was set against the side of the club house. Sitting
down on that he pulled Ranma around and across his left leg.
Lifting his right leg high, he brought it over her wildly kicking pedal
extremities and lowering it, pinned her legs between his. Finally
having more or less rendered his captive bundle helpless, he had
time to catch his breath and to think what he was going to do now.
The Pig Tailed Girl was still under Saotome's spell. Any
expression of love or caring on Kuno's part would no doubt be met
by the most stringent resistance. Still, it was obvious that she was
fighting the spell. How else could he have so easily have defeated
her? Now, how could he insult her badly enough to cause her to
break free? As Kuno mused, his eyes focused on Ranma's squirming
backside.
Ranma was more than a little frightened, and she hated it.
This was way too similar to how the situation between her and
Ryouga had started. Her body had even starting to react to the
manhandling in a manner similar to the way it had behaved with
Ryouga. Even as her mind was frantically looking for a way out of
this situation, her nipples were hardening and she could feel a
familiar wet sensation forming between her legs. Despite all her
mental protestations to the contrary, this was Kuno for gods sakes,
her body went its own way. All it knew was that a man had it in his
power, and it was preparing itself for what it felt was coming.
Ranma stiffened in horror as she felt Kuno's free hand
suddenly swat her rear. No, no, she thought, not again, not with
Kuno. She could not bring herself to plead with Kuno to stop, and
when a second later she felt his hand strike her upturned ass again,
she gritted her teeth and prayed someone would discover them and
stop this.
Then as Kuno hand continued to fall she thought of the sight
she must present, and of how Akane would feel if she saw her like
this. Her prayers suddenly changed from hoping someone would
find them, to hoping no one would.
Like a metronome, Kuno's heavy hand rose and fell,
methodically he covered ever inch of her ass. He never struck in
exactly the same place twice. The liquid feeling between Ranma's
legs intensified and she blushed in shame as she felt a thin trickle of
moisture run down one thigh. Her breath began to come in short,
sharp pants, and her hips began to involuntarily hunch against the
leg she was laying over, moving in rhythm with Kuno's steady
spanking.
Kuno fought to keep his mind off of the smooth, soft ass he was
methodically spanking. He was not having much luck. He was
acutely aware of the way it gave under his hand as he swatted it's
firm muscularity. Of how his blows had slowly molded her school
girl's skirt to every curve and crack of her buttocks. During their
struggle her skirt had hiked up so that it barely covered her hips.
Now as Kuno rained blow after blow on her bouncing ass, and as her
hips started to thrust and squirm, it began to ride up even higher.
Soon Kuno could see the bottom of her white cotton panties, and his
penis went from semi erect, to rock hard rigidity. He flushed red and
he had to fight the urge to lift that skirt and to apply his
chastisement more directly onto the posterior that lurked under its
concealing fabric.
Stealing himself, he reminded himself on his reasons for doing
this. The arch fiend Saotome had made it impossible for his beloved
to respond to affection. That is why she always and forever had
sought to do battle with him. As satisfying as that combat had been,
it had played into Saotome's hands. With that small relief valve, the
love she felt for him was not allowed to build. By denying her
warriors' soul the honorable combat it desired, he would force her
love for him to build until it shattered the flimsy shell of Saotome's
spell. He had earlier meant to ignore her challenge, but when she
had persisted in grappling with him, it had been necessary to render
her unable to caress him in that manner, and in so doing defeat his
plan. Once he had her pinned, her upturned fundament had
provided the inspiration for the next step.
He did not stop to think that there was little difference between
her hitting him, and him hitting her, if his purpose was to deny her
that contact. By now it would have taken far more than logic to get
Kuno to give up his present occupation.
Smack, Kuno hand splatted against Ranma ass for what seemed
like the millionth time. The liquid overflow from her sex was now
running down both of her legs and her panties where soaked
completely. Her body continued to respond despite all her attempts
to control it. Her hips pressed her sex into the hard muscle of
Kuno's thigh. Her breath came quicker and quicker. She suddenly
realized what was happening and she vocalized for the first time
since she had found herself over Kuno's lap. A small tremble in her
lower region, presaged an orgasm and sent small spikes of pleasure
into her brain, and as it did her voice cried out in denial.
"Noooooooooooooooooo," she yelled out in despair, lifting her
head high, even as the real orgasm flooded her senses. Tears formed
in her eyes, and her head slumped forward, allowing them to trickle
down her cheeks and drop to the ground. In her mind the refrain
was, not Kuno, not Kuno, not Kuno. The only solace she could find
was that it was only a small orgasm, nothing like what she had
experienced with Ryouga, and nowhere near the pure bliss she had
found in Akane's arms.
She took a small pleasure in that fact. If her traitorous body
was so perverted as to find pleasure at Kuno's touch, what else might
it find pleasure in? As soon as she thought of that, an image formed
in her mind. Kuno had not yet had his release. Was he now, like
Ryouga, going to shove her to the ground, and drive his cock up her
small channel? And if he did what would it feel like? Would it be
bigger, or smaller, than Ryouga or Akane's? She shuddered and
tried to banish the image.
Suddenly a pair of shouts rang out from two directions, from
one came a voice that had Ranma thanking the gods.
"Delinquent!!" shouted a voice that sounded like it came from a
preteen, and it did. Ranma twisted her red face to the side and
through tear filled eyes made out the blurry image of Miss Hinako,
English teacher, school disciplinarian and last but in this case
definitely not least, Ki vampire.
The other shout was nowhere as welcome. "Kuno, you bastard,
I'm going to kill you!" Akane, Ranma thought, as an another small
orgasm sent an involuntary spasm of pleasure through her
overheated body, accompanied by a feeling of shame at her
weakness. Why did it have to be Akane?
Akane had gotten tired of waiting for Ranma, and with Ukyou
in tow they had gone looking for her. They had questioned several
of the boys that they had seen her talking to at lunch. One of them
had been the boy who had directed her to where Kuno had been
training.
Swearing under his breath at Ranma's ego, Akane had raced
around to the back of the school, heading for the Kendo club's
private club house. What he saw when he rounded the corner
shocked him speechless for a moment. There was Ranma, draped
over one of Kuno's legs, her legs pinned by another. Her skirt was
hiked up, almost leaving her ass bare, and Kuno's arm was rising
and falling, swatting the helpless girl's posterior with a rhythmic
regularity.
Akane overcame his paralysis, and with a scream of outrage
started running toward Kuno. Before she could reach them, a shout
of, "Happo-five yen-satsu," was heard, and a wavering, flickering,
borealis of energy appeared. Radiating from somewhere behind the
club house, it enveloped Kuno and Ranma. Within seconds Kuno
was reduced to a shadow of his former self.
Suddenly bereft of support, Ranma rolled off of Kuno's
substantially reduced lap, and onto the ground. She continued
rolling, and coming to her feet, faced the vampire as she walked, or
rather strutted around the corner. Seconds before Hinako had looked
like a twelve-year-old, the yellow dress that she wore had hung
loosely below her knees. Now, she looked her true age of twenty-
nine, and the loose yellow dress was formed on her as if painted,
barely restraining her now substantial bosom, and barely covering
her generous and very sleek hips. She currently had a frown on her
face, and was studying Ranma intently.
"You there, girl," she said in her husky adult voice. "How did
you ignore my energy drain?"
"I wasn't generating any battle aura, you damn vampire!"
"Ranko, be careful, don't get her mad." Ukyou shouted, she put
a hand on Akane arm, and said, "Don't go any closer. Hinako won't
hurt her, but you might spook her. When she's like this, she gets
very aggressive." Ukyou had been a few steps behind Akane, and
had only arrived in time to see Hinako drain Kuno. She had not
witnessed the spanking.
Akane, seeing that Kuno was not available for a pounding, at
least not one he would notice, and that Ranma was ok, allowed
himself to be restrained by Ukyou. They both watched the two
upright figures intently.
Ranma had ignored Ukyou's yell. She was embarrassed and
angry over what Kuno had done to her, and at the way her body had
reacted. She was in no mood to be cautious. She wanted to fight,
and Hinako was the closest available target.
Hinako, after assuring herself that Ukyou and the new student
were not going to interfere in her discipline, turned to face Ranma.
"Silly girl, you may not have been generating a battle aura, but
neither was he." She indicated the collapsed form of Kuno with a
nod of her head. "People having sex have as much of an aura as
people who are fighting. If you were participating willingly, then
you should have been drained, if you were unwilling and were
fighting him, you would have been drained. You were not drained.
Why not?"
"Maybe I wasn't doing either, maybe I was just laying there."
Miss Hinako gave a low throaty laugh. "Don't take me for a
fool girl. No girl could be in the position you were in without doing
one or the other. Well, no matter." Miss Hinako reached into a
hidden pocket of her dress and extracted a fifty yen piece. "This will
drain you no matter what."
"Hey, what if I don't deserve to be drained" Ranma yelled.
Hinako shrugged, "I don't care. I just want to see if I can drain
you. There's something funny about you girl." She went into the
preparations necessary for her energy draining trick.
Ranma suddenly realized that she should have been running rather
than talking, and that it was too late now. She charged at Miss
Hinako, hoping to disrupt her concentration and giving Ranma time
to hit her pressure points and stop her ability to drain Ki for the day.
She was too late. The aura of Miss Hinako's energy syphon reached
out and surrounded her.
It felt peculiar, not at all like any of the other times she had
been drained. Always before she could feel her energy running out
like water from a glass. This time it was as if Miss Hinako was
drawing something physical, substantial, solid. She felt the pull
against her whole body. It felt like whatever Miss Hinako was trying
to drain did not want to be drained and was holding on by its
metaphorical fingernails.
Hinako frowned and increased her concentration. Slowly a
glowing yellow aura formed around Ranma and began to travel
toward Miss Hinako, following the trail set up by her energy syphon.
As it traveled toward her, it tinted the flickering strands of Miss
Hinako's projected aura a soft golden glow. If Nabiki had seen it,
she would have recognized it as the same energy that had formed
around Akane and Ranma the night they had made love.
"What the hell is that?" Ukyou exclaimed.
"I don't know." Akane said in a worried voice.
"Well whatever it is, it's almost reached Hinako."
Suddenly a brilliant flare of energy caused them to shield their
eyes. By the time they blinked the tears from their eyes and could
see again, it was all over. Miss Hinako, still adult, lay sprawled on
the ground, her skirt hiked up and her skin tight panties showing.
She was clearly unconscious. Ranma was still standing, but gave the
appearance of being disoriented.
"Ranm . . . Ranko are you alright?" Akane shouted, while
running towards the staggering girl, managing at the last second to
shout out the correct name. Fortunately, Ukyou was just as
concerned as he was and did not notice Akane's slip.
Akane reached Ranma and swept her up in his arms. "You
stupid baka, whatever made you challenge Kuno?" He growled in a
low voice that only Ranma could hear. "You just wait until I get you
home, I'll make what Kuno did to you seem like love taps. They
weren't love taps were they?" Akane suddenly asked, raging jealous
apparent in every part of his body.
"With Kuno?! Are you crazy!?" Ranma was angry that Akane
could even suggest such a thing. She was terrified however, that
Akane might decide on a little chastisement here and now, and
discover the condition of her panties. She struggled in his arms.
"Come on Akira, put me down, I'm fine. You'd better go and check
out the lady on the ground, she needs you a lot more than I do."
Reluctantly Akane lowered Ranma to the ground, who
immediately put a good distance between her and Akane. "Akira,
I'm going to head for home, why don't you take Miss Hinako to the
nurse's station." Then before Akane could object, Ranma turned and
pelted out of sight.
"Ooo, that Baka" He fumed. Then sighing he turned to Ukyou
and said, "I suppose she's right, I really should take her to the
nurses."
"I'll show you the way" Ukyou quickly said.
In a featureless void, nearby, but also very far away, an
organized grouping of energies detected a tell tail trace of the life
sustaining food it required. Mindless, it's higher functions having
been shut down to conserve energy, it did not think or consider, it
simple used what little energy it had to spare, and moved toward the
source of food.