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I have given a brief discription of the characters at the begining of
this story, but I am afraid that if you are Unfamilar with Ranma 1/2 you
will be lost in this story. It is my first story and I'm afraid I relied
on the readers knowing the source material. You can find all you ever
wanted to know about Ranma, and more, by simple typing Ranma 1/2 in any
search engine. Believe me, there is a lot of material out there.
Please...let me know what you think of this.
The Shikima Interface
Chapter one. Ranma's bad day, part one.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma
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and the anime La Blue Girl.
If you are not familiar with Ranma 1/2, run a net search using it
as a reference.
Believe me, you'll find lots of reference material.
This story may not make any sense to any one who is not
acquainted with the series.
This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends you do not
read this.
It also contains 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 the age for mature material do not read this.
Any one else, please, for gods sake read this and let me know
what you think.
schell@interlog.com
If you are familiar with Ranma please skip the following
description
and go straight to the story.
Ranma Satome--a sixteen year old martial artist who is cursed.
When splashed with cold water he turns into a small well built
red head. Hot water changes him back. All curses work the same
way.
Ryouga Hibiki--A sixteen year old martial artist who is Ranma's
most persistent foe. Among other things he blames Ranma for
knocking him into the spring of drowned black piglet. When
splashed with cold water he turns into a small black pig.
Akane Tendo--Ranma's fiance. There fathers arranged the
marriage before they were born. They love each other but are so
afraid of rejection they can not say the words to each other.
Akane, much to Ranma's disgust has adopted a lost black piglet
as a pet. Ranma promised on his honor to never reveal Ryouga's
curse and can only fume as Ryouga cuddles down with his fiance
at night.
Shampoo--Ranma's wife. She is a Chinese amazon who's village
law says is married to any man who can defeat her. Ranma does
not recognize the claim. She is cursed to turn into a cute little
house cat. Unfortunately for her Ranma is deathly afraid of cats.
His father tossed him into a pit of starving cats when he was 10.
With fish cakes wrapped around his body.
Mousse--Shampoo's would be suitor, if she would only stop
hitting him every time he says he loves her. Blind as a bat and
too proud half the time to wear his glasses he is cursed to turn
into a white duck.
Nabiki--Akane's sister and the number one extortionist and
blackmailer in the local school She supplements her allowance by
selling pictures of Akane and Female Ranma to the boys at their
high school. Her biggest customer is
Kuno who is madly in love with Akane and Female Ranma, but
who hates The male Ranma. He can often be heard lamenting "I
love them both, how can I choose, I must have them both." A
nutcase.
How many of you have heard the tale of a man stumbling
upon a lost and hidden temple, filled with forgotten secrets and
long lost treasures of the ancient world, of mysterious keepers
with secrets they are sworn to protect to the day of the final
trump, of towering walls and iron gates locked against the world,
waiting for the magic to return?
This was Ryouga's fourth this month.
"I'm sorry you can't stay longer young man. We get so few
visitors." The speaker was a slight man in a long brown robe.
"I'm sorry as well Abbot. I really wish I could. I can't
though, there's this girl you see." The Abbot ears pricked up at
this.
"A girl?"
"The most wonderful girl in the world. I love her with all
my heart, but she is trapped in an engagement to a person who
has no respect for her." Ryouga lowered his head and closed his
eyes. Clenching his fists tightly his face slowly flushed. "Damn
you Ranma, I curse the day you were born." Lifting his head he
shook a fist at the sky. "Ranma Satome you will pay."
The Abbot's smile slipped a little, and he backed away a
step or two from the stranger who had staggered into their midst
two days before. He had been starving and delirious. They had
fed him but apparently he was still delirious.
Ryouga blushed as he saw the Abbot's reaction, and the
looks that came from all the other monks who had gathered to bid
him farewell. Blushing furiously he rubbed the back of his head.
Not able to look straight at the Abbot he looked at the temple
wall. Doodling with one finger he traced one of the wards that
carpeted the inner wall of the temple. "Sorry, sorry I get a
little...carried away sometimes. I'll be going now, then? Thank
you for your kindness and I wish you good fortune." Ryouga
stepped out the gate and paused. Turning he addressed the
Abbot, "I don't suppose you have ever heard of Jusenkio. It's just
that I've got this little problem..."
The Abbot interrupted him. "You don't mean to say you
have a Jusenkio curse do you?"
Ryouga blinked in surprise. "Why yes...You...you've heard
of Jusenkio?"
"Indeed we have." Suddenly the Abbot's eyes took on an
intense gaze and all the other monks leaned forward. "It would
not happen to be a gender curse by any means?"
So happy was Ryouga to have discovered they knew of
Jusenkio, he completely missed the hot looks everyone was
directing his way. "I wish I was so lucky. My curse is far worse
than merely turning into a girl"
"Fuck!"
"Ryouga blinked. Surely the Abbot had not said what he
thought he had just heard. He looked at the elderly man
uncertainly. The Abbot smiled back at him. No he must have
heard wrong, Ryouga thought..
The Abbot smiled up at the muscular young man serenely,
but his thought were anything but. "Fuck, piss, shit. Why can't
we ever catch a break? Two thousands years without a sniff of
pussy. Aa well, might as well make the most of it. "As a matter of
fact young man we do know a great deal about Jusenkio and we
even have a cure of sorts if you would be interested."
Ryouga could only stare in shock at the Abbot. Then he
broke down. "Yes, yes, at last, at long last I will be able to face
Akane as a man."
"I take it that is a yes," the Abbot said.
Three weeks later Ryouga left the temple for a second time.
This time he carried a precious scroll clutched in his hands. The
secret of his cure was his and he was going home. It was
unfortunate that the Monks did not possess the necessary
ingredients. Ryouga did not care. They had shown him what to
do, and what plants to gather. By the time he reached Nerima he
would have all he required. He failed to notice the sinister grins
that appeared on the faces of his benefactors as he left the temple.
He also never stopped to wonder why the wards were on the
inside walls of the temple.
Two weeks later:
Ranma yawned long and wide, took a deep breath and then
once more directed her attention to the activity going on in the
small hollow below her. The lost boy Ryouga Hibiki was doing
something unusual. Ranma's curiosity bump made her
determined to find out what and why.
She had come across Ryouga by accident, having crash-
landed in the park fountain via air Akane about half an hour ago.
She had been walking through one of the more secluded areas of
the park afterwards, and had heard a familiar ranting. Wringing
the water from her shirt as she walked, she went to investigate.
"Soon Akane, soon, there will be nothing to stand in my
way of declaring my love for you." Peering over the edge of the
slope that led down into a hollow Ranma had spotted Ryouga
indulging in a highly unusual activity. He was with great care and
precision cooking something, a distinct contrast to his usual
behavior of physically mastering, and practicing whatever martial
art technique he had most recently come across.
Ranma could not quite make out what it was he was
cooking. So, intrigued by the unusual behavior she decided to
remain in concealment and observe. Of course Ranma was not
long on patience, and after about ten minutes was bored out of
her skull. Down below Ryouga after his initial outburst had
slowly and with great precision mixed, ground, and added various
ingredients to a small pot hanging over his campfire. Next to the
pot a small brass teakettle steamed. After every addition to the
pot Ryouga would consult a small scroll that was laid out on a
nearby rock. He would then carefully proceed to the next
ingredient.
Ranma found the slow careful procedure maddening. She
was on the verge of bouncing down into the hollow to discover
what was going on with her usual method, which was to verbally
torment the pig boy until he was enraged enough to blurt out what
the hell he was doing.
Just as Ranma lifted herself from the ground in preparation
to do this Ryouga let out a triumphant yell. He lifted the small
pot from the fire. Swinging around he quickly set it into a nearby
container of cold water. Ryouga seemed to hold his breath for a
second. Then he let out another exultant shout as a small film
appeared on the surface of the liquid. Very carefully Ryouga took
a small spoon and began to skim off the film. With great
precision he decanted it into a small bottle he removed from
where it had been hanging on a thong around his neck.
Then very carefully Ryouga placed one drop of the liquid
into a small container he had just filled from his bucket of cold
water. Then pausing only to carefully set the bottle aside on a
nearby rock Ryouga swallowed the glass of water with a single
gulp. He grimaced in distaste, indicating that whatever the
mixture was it tasted like hell. What happened next brought
Ranma racing down the hill at full speed. Ryouga took the bucket
of cold water and upended it over his head, and ... did ... not ...
change into a small black piglet.
Ryouga raised his eyes to the heavens and tears streamed
down his face. "At last, O Lord at last, I am a man again. At last
Akane, I can reveal my feelings to you without fear. At last, I can
offer you something."
"Yeah whatever Ryouga, but I have to hand it to you, it
looks like one of your nutty cures finally worked."
Spinning in place Ryouga looked in shock at his most hated
foe. A foe that at this very minute was holding his precious cure
in her hands. "Ranma you give that back this instant," Ryouga
shouted at he lunged at the pig tailed girl who dodged him with a
derisive laugh.
Somersaulting through the air Ranma removed the stopper
in the bottle and took a long draft, almost gaging as the bitter
fluid burnt a path down her throat. She did not care however, too
many times hesitation and chance had cost her a cure to her hated
curse. It was not going to happen this time. Landing lightly on her
feet Ranma dropped the now empty bottle and dragged the back
of her arm across her mouth trying to get rid of the foul taste.
"Man no wonder you mixed it with water Ryouga. This stuff is as
bad as Akane's cooking." Ranma paused for a second and then
continued. "No it's not that bad. I can still feel my arms and legs,
and I'm conscious, and this stuff should do me some good." At
that point Ranma noticed she still had two unwanted lumps on
her chest. Pulling open her shirt she gazed at the creamy,
strawberry tipped mounds attached to what should have been a
manly chest. "Hey what the hell is going on Ryouga? How come
I'm still a girl?" Looking up from her inspection Ranma glanced
across at Ryouga.
Fully expecting to be staring at the crimson visage of
Ryouga in full blown moral outrage, Ranma received a shock.
What she saw caused her to back up a step and quickly look
behind herself for whatever was responsible for the expression on
Ryouga's face.
Ryouga was absolutely white and was pointing a trembling
finger in Ranma's general direction. "Ranma,...
Wha...what...have you done?"
Ranma looked puzzled for a second and then said "What's
it look like I've done? I've drunk your so called cure and it didn't
work, that's what I've done. Come on Ryouga what's the
gimmick? How do you make it work?"
"Not... it's not a cure!" Ryouga forced out through his shock
numbed face. Then slowly the color began to return to his face
and his lips began to twitch. Finally gales of laughter verging on
the hysterical burst from Ryouga's mouth and he collapsed to the
ground holding his sides in pain as the laughter strained even his
muscles.
Ranma now thoroughly annoyed threw a punch at Ryouga.
She slammed her fist with all her might into the laughing boys
solar plexus. For all the good it did she might as well have used a
feather pillow. Enraged Ranma began fiercely throwing punch
after punch at the laughing boy. While the punches had no more
effect than the first blow, they did cause Ryouga to regain control
and stop his laughter. Sitting up he caught the next punch Ranma
threw at him. With a yank on the captured hand he pulled the
small girl face down across his lap. Quickly catching Ranma's
free hand he pulled it around behind her back and caught both of
Ranma's slender wrists in one hand.
"Let me go you bastard," Ranma raved, "fight me man to
man."
"Well that's the thing isn't it Ranma you're not a man are
you, you're a little girl." As he said this Ryouga brought his hand
down and delivered a light smack to Ranma's ass causing the boy
turned girl to scream in outrage and to thrash desperately in a
futile attempt to escape Ryouga's grasp. This was not the first
time Ryouga had turned him over his lap, and Ranma had never
wanted it to happen again.
It had happened on an occasion when Ranma had disguised
herself as Ryouga's none existent sister. Trying to interfere in a
conversation between Akane and Ryouga she had been rude to
Akane. Ryouga had taken it upon himself to deliver some
discipline to his supposable younger sibling. He had pulled her
over his lap and tanned her backside good. Ranma could still feel
the blistering heat of that heavy hand wacking her small posterior
in her memory. However the pain and humiliation were a tiny
part of why she never wanted to repeat that experience.
As Ryouga had spanked her the force of the blows and the
pain had caused her to grind her crotch into his lap. This had
rubbed her thigh against his groin. It did not take very long for
this to effect Ryouga. At first understandably the pain in her
posterior had kept her from noticing the growing bulge in
Ryouga's pants. However it soon grew too large to be ignored.
Ranma very nearly lost it then. She was pinned and with
no leverage had not a hope in hell of breaking free of Ryouga's
grip. The only thing that kept her from breaking down in
complete terror was her pride. That, and the knowledge that no
matter how badly his body wanted to take her Ryouga would
never even think of screwing a girl he thought was his sister.
After that incidence it was weeks before Ryouga calmed down.
Going by the slight flush that came to his face every time he saw
Ranma for about two weeks after the incident, it was clear that
Ryouga was remembering how his body had reacted to Ranma's.
The fact that he immediately attacked Ranma on those occasions
showed he was covering his confusion in typical Ryouga fashion,
blind unreasoning rage. Ryouga had gotten over it, or at least he
seemed to go back to his old motivations for hating Ranma.
Ranma however was not so lucky. She still had recurring
nightmares where Ryouga and her had sex. Sometimes it was
rape, but the really scary dreams were the ones where she was
willing.
"I'm a guy you jerk." Ranma yelled in outrage as Ryouga
gave her upturned posterior another gentle pat.
"Well that's the thing Ranma you're not. Not anymore, not
since you drank that potion.
"What the hell are you babbling about pig boy?" Ranma
yelled as she tried to crane her neck around to look at Ryouga.
She suddenly gave a squawk of outrage as Ryouga's hand
slammed down on her butt, a whole lot harder then the first two
times.
"Just shut up and listen Ranma, and maybe I'll tell you!"
Ryouga yelled as he slapped his bare hand back down on the
upraised ass in front of him.
"The hell with that, you pig! Let me up from here and I'll
make sausage out of your fat ass! Keep your goddam hands to
yourself you fucking pervert! You got a thing for boys is that it!
Maybe that's why you have such a thing for Akane, she sure don't
have much in the way of curves."
"You shut the hell up Ranma! Don't you dare bring up that
sweet girl's name. Your not worthy of being on the same planet
as her."
"Sweet?! I've seen rabid pit bulls with a better disp-"
Ranma's voice was cut off as an enraged Ryouga released his grip
on Ranma's wrists long enough to quickly loop one of his
bandannas over her mouth, effectively gagging her. Ranma just
as quickly brought her hands forward in an attempt to pull the gag
loose. Before her hands could reach the gag however, Ryouga
caught them and once more pulled them around to the middle of
her back. This time the lost boy quickly looped another of his
infinite supply of bandannas around Ranma's wrists, effectively
immobilizing her arms.
"Now Ranma maybe you'll let me talk." Gathering his
thoughts Ryouga made an effort to calm down ignoring the
thrashing girl in his lap. At last having calmed down he began to
speak.
"It was about two months ago that I came across another
temple monastery, and as usual I asked after a cure for Jusenkio
curses. I was halfway out the door when I realized they had said
that yes they had one. Or at least something that worked as a
cure.
The story they told me was this. Their Temple had been
responsible several centuries ago for the capture and execution of
a dishonorable Samurai who used a Chi poison to weaken his
opponents before a duel. He was nothing more than an assassin
for hire who picked duels with the men he had been hired to kill.
He would slip them a poison that destroyed there ability to use Ki
and at the level of skill he and they fought this left them helpless
against him. It was not till he used the poison on a lord suffering
from a magic curse, that his trickery was discovered. The poison
not only destroyed his Ki it also eliminated the magic that caused
the curse. In the search to discover how he had apparently been
cured he summoned learned monks from the nearby temple who
had traced the reason for his spontaneous cure to the Ki poison.
The assassin was executed, and the formula for the potion
was stored in the temple library. Over the years the monks
struggled to find a way to destroy curses without destroying the
Ki of the patient. Eventually they succeeded and this is what they
gave to me."
He looked down at the small girl in his lap who had by now
stopped struggling and was apparently listening intently. "And
that brings us to you Ranma. The monks warned me that our
cursed forms were not magic, merely another body, the magic was
in the changing. After that only the ability to retain our
intelligence in animal form, and to keep our basic nature was
magic. If a Jusenkio cursed person was to drink the potion in his
animal form not only would it eliminate the magic needed to
change them back to human, it would destroy the ability to retain
their human characteristics. They would soon revert to the nature
of whatever form they were trapped in. If I had taken it in my pig
form I would have soon been a pig in truth. With no memory of
ever being a man and no way of changing back. I'd be as good as
dead."
"Now what do you suppose would happen to some one
who's curse was to switch gender." Ryouga looked into Ranma's
eyes which had widened in horror as the implication sank in. She
could do nothing but yell into her gag. Trying to shout her denial
at what Ryouga was suggesting. Ryouga reached over to the tea
kettle that was simmering on his campfire and upended it over
Ranma, .
Ranma let out a low moan of despair and hung her head,
tears running down her face and soaking the bandana that stilled
gaged her. She could still feel her breasts pressing against
Ryouga's body, she had not changed.
Ryouga reached down and untied the gag, and the ties that
bound Ranma's wrists. Standing her up Ryouga smirked at her.
"All these years of searching for a way to pay you back for the
hell you've put me through Ranma, and you do it to yourself. If I
tried for a hundred years I could not have come up with a better
revenge."
Ranma stood her hands clenched into fists, staring in hatred
at Ryouga. "O yes you love it don't you Ryouga. At last you have
a girl you can fondle without fainting away. Think your hot shit
don't you, coped a good feel didn't you. Guess I'm lucky you still
don't have any guts."
"Ranma you take that back, or I'll...!!"
"Or what Ryouga put me over your knee again. You'd love
that wouldn't you. Give you a chance to fondle my butt again.
Great big man, think you're going to get anywhere with Akane,
that's a laugh! You can't even say two words in a row to her."
Ryouga was starting to turn red with rage "Ranma." But
Ranma was too wound up to notice. The fact that she was trapped
as a female once again had filled her with a terror that she could
only suppress by lashing out at Ryouga.
"Well don't think I'm going to let you get your hands on me
again Ryouga. You're just going to have to get your jollies the
same way as always. Rosy red hand, I'm a guy dammit and if you
lay a hand on me again I'll rip your cock off and feed it too you."
"A guy Ranma? You never do listen do you." Ryouga
calmed down slightly and looked at the small girl in front of him.
"I told you when a Jusenkio cursed person takes the potion in
their cursed form it not only traps them in that form it destroys
the magic that allows them to retain their own character and
personality. Not only that, if you take too large a dose you damage
your ability to manufacture Ki, without that your just a regular
girl who knows martial arts. You're a girl Ranma inside and out
and sooner or later you're going to be wearing dresses and
makeup and shortly after that you'll find yourself laying on your
back as your boyfriend sticks his big _fat_ cock into you." Ryouga
said the last slowly, enjoying the look in Ranma's eyes as she
could not prevent herself from visualizing the scene Ryouga's
words formed in her mind. With an angry shake of her head she
banished the image and glared at Ryouga.
"No damn way Ryouga. I'm a guy and if any perverts like
you try anything, they'll regret it till the day they die which will
be the same day if I have any say in the matter. Not that I have to
worry about you, you're so gutless I could dance naked in front of
you. All you'd do is faint. You're pathetic, you may not be cursed
anymore, but you're still a pig"
Ranma had gone too far and Ryouga flushing with rage
reached out and grasping the front of her loose shirt pulled her
towards him. Ranma lashed out at him, but with out being able to
use her Ki to boost her strength Ryouga barely noticed.
"You have a foul mouth Ranma and little girls with foul
mouths need discipline." Ryouga sat down on one of the rocks
surrounding his campsite. He then pulled the resisting Ranma
down across his lap. Hooking his hands into the waistband of her
overlarge pants, Ryouga gave a smooth pull and stripped her
pants and boxers down to her knees, baring her small derriere to
the cool air.
Ranma gave a shout of outrage as she felt the air wash over
her suddenly naked ass. "What the fuck are you playing at
Ryouga? Let me the godamm hell up you slime." She tried to
force herself off of Ryouga's lap but the lost boy was ready for
this. Placing a hand in the small of her back to hold her in place,
Ryouga started to spank her. Ranma jolted in shock at the first
contact of bare hand to bare ass. She barely stopped herself from
yelling out in terror. She was damned if she was going to give
him the satisfaction of struggling ineffectively against his greater
strength. He had the advantage right now, but that would change.
She would make sure of that.
Cupping his hand so that it covered one entire cheek of
Ranma's ass, Ryouga massaged the firm flesh for a minute and
then he continued the spanking, alternating his strokes swatting
one side of her pert little bottom and then the other slowly
reddening them. As Ryouga spanked in a slow steady beat Ranma
found herself involuntarily thrusting her hips forward in an effort
to escape the massive hand that was slowly turning her posterior
a bright cherry red. Clenching her teeth she vowed she would not
give Ryouga the pleasure of hearing her crying out in pain. Soon
something else made itself known to her. It worked quite well in
distracting her from the fiery pain in her backside. Her hip thrusts
had ground her thigh into Ryouga's groin, and the same bulge
that had scared her so badly the last time Ryouga had spanked
her, made another appearance.
Ryouga's anger cooled uncharacteristically quickly. He
started to savor the feel of Ranma's bare butt under his hand. He
began to curl his fingers so that they penetrated the crack between
Ranma's ass cheeks on each downward stroke. Then he started
pausing slightly each time he smacked her now red ass giving
whichever cheek it was resting on a squeeze before lifting his
hand for another blow. Each time he smacked her Ranma jerked
her hips forward to try and ease the force of the blow. Ryouga felt
Ranma's naked thigh grinding into his crotch with each blow.
The pressure of her soft flesh pressing against his groin inflamed
him. She moved in rhythm with the blows he was raining on her
soft flesh. The friction between her body and his cock slowly
started to build a fire in his loins.
Soon he started thrusting his hips upward in time with his
blows, grinding his now rock hard cock into the small girls soft
thigh muscle. He felt the pressure built and built until finally, he
seemed to reach a peak that he could not get past. No matter how
hard he spanked down, or thrust up he could not progress any
farther. His belly felt like there was a ball of molten lead in it and
he was conscious only of the need to do something, anything, to
bring about the relief his body craved. Soon his hand was
spending more time mauling Ranma's ass then in spanking. He
gripped each cheek in turn alternating driving first his fingers and
then his thumb deep into the cleft of her ass. Then finally unable
to withstand his need he stopped spanking altogether. He shoved
Ranma off his lap and onto the ground. Then he prepared to
satisfy the fire burning in his belly. Ranma tried to get to her feet
and run but the pants around her ankles prevented her from
moving fast enough. Ryouga stepped on the trailing pants, and
she sprawled face first into the ground as her lunge for freedom
was arrested.
For several minutes Ranma had been trying to ignore the
rock hard bulge that was grinding into her flesh through Ryouga's
pants. This time unlike the time before there was something
besides the fear. A rising feeling of need in her belly. She felt
fluid running down her thighs as her vagina secreted lubrication
in response to the burning need she felt in her groin. When
Ryouga rolled her off his lap she was so fogged with conflicting
needs that she could not immediately take advantage of her
freedom. By the times she got focused on the situation and tried
to escape it was too late. Between her pants tangling her legs, and
Ryouga's quick actions she was unable to make good her escape.
Her fingers scrabbled in the dirt as she tried to pull her legs out
of her pants to no avail. Ryouga knelt down behind her and
reached out catching her before she even got started at getting her
legs free.
Ryouga grabbed her around the waist and picked her up,
only to set her down on her knees in front of him. Crossing his
legs over hers Ryouga placed one hand in the small of her back
and forced her face and chest down onto the ground. His thighs
pressed against the back of her legs prevented her from flattening
out her whole body and left her kneeling with her ass stuck high
up in the air. Ryouga using his free hand felt between her legs
and ran his fingers along her slit, causing the lips of her opening
to fall aside and allowing the fluid that had been retained by them
to flow out and over Ryouga's hand. Reaching around to where
her face was pressed firmly sideways on the ground Ryouga
wiped his juice covered hands over her lips. "My Ranma what a
peculiar reaction for a guy. If I didn't know you were really a boy
I might think you were actually enjoying yourself. That can't be
right. The great Ranma Satome kneeling on the ground with her
ass waving in the air like a bitch in heat waiting for some guy to
fuck her."
"Go to hell Ryouga! You don't got the guts so why don't
you just let me up now!?." Ranma pressed down with all her
strength trying to force her lower body off the ground against the
pressure of Ryouga's hand in the middle of her back. She
suppressed the panic she felt when the bulge in Ryouga's pants
rubbed against her upturned ass. So much of her attention was
focused on that, she found she had unconsciously lipped Ryouga's
fingers tasting her own juices on his blunt calloused fingers.
Realizing what she was doing she opened her mouth wide and
tried to bite the fingers that were stroking her lips.
Warned by Ranma's sudden tensing Ryouga withdrew his
fingers before Ranma could remove one of them for him.
"Naughty, naughty Ranma, that's not very nice. Not when you're
enjoying yourself so much."
"Fuck off Ryouga."
"In a minute, in a minute. Have patience Ranma. I know
your dying to have me inside of you." Ryouga mocked the pinned
girl as he returned his hand to her upturned honey pot. Gently
stroking her petals and trying to remember just what Akane had
done to herself on those occasions when after a fight with Ranma
she sought release with her own fingers. Stroking down Ranma's
now open slit Ryouga gently brushed his fingers across the top of
her tiny opening until he found the protruding bud of her clitoris
and began to gently stroke the area around it. He was being
careful not to directly touch the sensitive bud. Ryouga smirked as
he realized his time as a pig had a least given him a very
comprehensive knowledge of the female body. Akane had a very
passionate nature and most every night she would pleasure
herself before sleep. She had been shy at first about doing it with
P-chan in the room. However it was not long before her need
overcame that and she gradually began to ignore his presence
totally. On Ryouga's part familiarity had eventually overcome his
fainting reflex, and soon he was an avid audience to Akane's
performances.
Ryouga put that knowledge to good use as he concentrated
on bringing the helpless girl in front of him to orgasm, knowing it
would be the worse thing he could do to Ranma. Ranma could
handle the rape, Ryouga had no doubt it was just another type of
physical assault in her mind. It was no different then any other
attack, but if Ryouga could make her enjoy it then he would have
won. Ranma would have lost the ultimate battle. "Getting
awfully slick here Ranma. Sure you're not enjoying it just a
little?" Ryouga laughed at Ranma's angry grunt that he go fuck
himself, and at her renewed struggle. It only succeeded in causing
her ass to wave back and forth as if beckoning. "That's a nice
invitation Ranma but I don't think I'm going to have to resort to
that tonight. I'll let you in on a little secret, I got this real hot
chick that's just panting to have me do her tight little pussy."
Ryouga extended his forefinger and gently parted Ranma's folds
causing her to jerk her hips in a futile attempt to escape the
probing digit. Parting her inner lips Ryouga inserted his fingers
in her opening and very carefully began to work it back and forth,
slowly inserting it a little at a time. Being very carful to not insert
it too far, he had heard that the first time for girls was painful and
he did not to want to supply anything that would allow Ranma to
regain control of her body. Pain would only supply a focus that
would allow her to escape the humiliation of having an orgasm.
Ranma was panting loudly, her own breath sounding like a
gale in her ears and her heart was beating so hard that she
thought it would burst from her chest. Her face was crimson with
arousal and her mouth felt as dry as a desert. She suddenly
realized to her shame that the motion of her hips had changed.
They had up to a moment ago, been trying to move her tender and
sensitive vagina away from Ryouga's gentle and deliberate
manipulation. Now that motion had changed to a backward hunch
as she strove to drive her pussy back. Tried to shove her tender
folds on to the digit that was frustratingly just barely brushing
near, but not on the small point of fire in her vagina. She felt like
screaming as again and again it would brush just by where she
wanted it to touch. She found she had to grit her teeth in an
effort to keep from yelling at Ryouga, godamm it touch the right
spot you bastard. Then Ryouga hand moved away and Ranma felt
like crying as he left her on the brink of explosion. She began to
wave her hips back and forth, in and out, in a desperate attempt
to bring that probing digit back into contact with the fiery itch
that was driving her crazy.
She paid no attention to the sound of cloth ties being
clumsily untied one handed and the sound of a pair of pants
sliding down someone's hips. All she knew was when something
large and smooth brushed up against her itch and she almost
sobbed in relief. It began to rub up and down her slit brushing
against her clitoris and bringing waves of sensation crashing
through her system. Higher and higher the waves carried her until
she felt her breath freeze in her chest and wave after wave of
overwhelming sensation crashed over her.
Ryouga took his hand from the middle of Ranma's back
placing it on her waist. His other hand had been rubbing his
manhood up and down her slit. Now as she exploded in a frenzy
of release he guided his rock hard and burning member to the
entrance of her vagina. Seating it firmly in her opening he
grasped the other side of her waist with his now free hand, and
unable to contain himself any longer he trust into her hot wetness.
Fortunately for Ranma her martial arts training had left her with
very little in the way of a hymen. That and the orgasm Ryouga
had just induced meant she felt only a mild pain as Ryouga thrust
his above average sized member into her still thrashing body.
Still Ryouga could only manage a couple of inches with his first
thrust. Ranma grunted as she felt herself being spread wide.
Ryouga pulled back and slammed forward again. Ranma felt like
she was going to burst, when with one last thrust Ryouga buried
himself fully in her belly. The pain disappeared quickly as
Ryouga began a frenzied thrusting that pushed Ranma's
hypersensitive tissues into another spasm of pleasure. Ryouga
reached around Ranma's waist and leaning back he pulled her
upper body tight to his chest.
Using his powerful arms he moved Ranma up and down on
his cock as his hips thrust powerfully in time with the motion of
his arms. Ranma felt like a doll as she was jerked up and down
on the heavy shaft that skewered her lower regions. She felt
waves of pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt using her
own hand in either form. Ryouga was far too excited to last for
long and he had been in Ranma for a little less then a minute
when he felt his ass clench almost painfully. He began to fire
volley after volley of sperm up the tightly grasping channel of
Ranma's opening. He froze in ecstasy as what felt like his entire
stomach shot out the head of his prick and into Ranma's body.
Then he relaxed and with a sigh fell forward coming to rest on
top of Ranma as her legs straightened out and she lay flat on the
ground, his heavy rod still several inches inside her body. Just
before he passed out he thought my god what have I done.
Ranma convulsed as one last orgasm crashed through her body,
and then she joined Ryouga in unconsciousness.
Ranma woke and tried to remember where she was. A
soreness in her crotch and a feeling of fullness combined with the
heavy weight pushing her tender breasts into the ground brought
it all back to her. She was trapped as a girl again, maybe forever
if Ryouga was to be believed, and... Ryouga had just raped her....
No that wasn't the whole truth. Much as she wanted to make that
claim she couldn't. She knew Ryouga, a few tears, a few artful
sobs, and he would have been reduced to a stammering, flaccid,
wimp. Instead she had practically dared him to do something,
insulting him every time he started to cool down and gain control.
What had come over her. She knew better than to push him that
far. She remembered the time he had almost raped her once
before. It had been the first time she had fooled him into thinking
she was a real girl. She had not learned yet how far she could
push, and before she knew it he was all over her. If it had not
been for a stout tree branch she might have ended up in this
position way back then.
Then there was the memory of the pleasure she had
experienced. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Her sexual feelings as a girl had always been muted. The few
times she had masturbated while female had left her with the
opinion that guys had it all over girls when it came to enjoying
sex. Now she knew better. Whatever the curse had done to allow
her to remain male in a female body was gone, just as Ryouga
had claimed. She now knew just how suppressed her sense of
feeling had been before. The orgasms she had just experienced
were like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she
realized she wanted more, wanted to feel a cock sliding in and out
of her body stroking all of her newly discovered nerve endings.
Gods she thought with dismay I want to be fucked again. No she
couldn't, I'm a guy godamm it, but even as she said it she knew
it was no longer true. Whether she could regain her manhood was
unknown, but what Ryouga had just forcibly demonstrated to her
was that she was a hundred percent female at the moment at least
as far as her body went.
Her hips began a slight bucking motion and she realized
Ryouga's semi hard cock was still in her. Her body was acting on
it's own to make use of that fact. Quickly suppressing the feeling
of need she set about getting away from him. Carefully trying not
to waken Ryouga she began to move her hips, trying to wiggle out
from under his dead weight. She froze as Ryouga stirred and
began to move his hips in time with her slight movements. She
felt the shaft of his manhood begin to harden as he flexed his
hips. It rapidly regained it's full size and firmness and Ranma
repressed a moan as she felt it move in her body, reawakening the
sensations of a little while ago.
O god I can't let Ryouga know I enjoyed this. I won't give
the bastard the satisfaction. Ranma thought. "Get the fuck off me
pig boy." Ranma hissed at the slowly awakening Ryouga.
"You've got your jollies, so pull your pathetic little boy dick out
and let me up, asshole." As he talked, Ranma rammed her hips
back and forth, trying to shove Ryouga off. The friction on
Ryouga's cock, which was still imbedded well up the little red
head's opening rapidly brought Ryouga to full wakefulness. The
feeling of her tight opening squeezing him like a soft glove
brought a gasp of pleasure to his lips.
The shame that Ryouga had felt after his orgasm had
brought him back to his senses faded as Ranma continued to
curse him. The feeling of her vessel flexing on his rapidly
hardening cock drove any though of apologizing or freeing Ranma
from his mind. Ranma had made his life a living hell and now he
was going to get his pound of flesh. Or rather Ranma was going
to get it.
Growing annoyed at Ranma's continued cursing Ryouga
reached over and picked up two of the bandanas that he had used
to bind Ranma with earlier. It was the work of seconds to jam one
into Ranma's mouth and to tie the other one around her head to
hold the first one in place.
"Now Ranma where was I? O yes, fucking you." Ryouga
slowly started to slide his shaft back and forth in the warm wet
flesh that surrounded it. He reached under Ranma and cupped a
breast in each hand, feeling the nipples harden and press tightly
against Ranma's silk top. He let them project between his
fingers.
Ranma gasped in pleasure as the silk of her shirt slid over
her engorged nipples. She felt herself begin to once again respond
to the feeling of Ryouga moving in her body.
Slowly Ryouga leisurely moved his hips back and forth.
Flexing his hand in time with his thrusts he kneaded the soft
malleable flesh of Ranma's large breasts, rolling the hardening
nipples between his fingers. The pleasure was almost more than
he could stand, but he controlled himself. The thought that his
hated enemy was laying under him as he used her body for his
own pleasure sent a thrill through him that he had never
imagined. All those times his shyness had rendered him helpless
to resist Ranma's lush body, well now he intended to collect in
full for all the nights her trickery had left him with a case of blue
balls. He began to speed up his motions. His belly slapping the
little red heads sore behind with each forward thrust.
"Hey did I miss anything," the cowled figure exclaimed as
he rushed in through the door. Seeing the scene on the large
crystal mirror he cursed "damn! How long has he been boffing
her?" Without turning away from the scene in front of him one of
the other cowled figures answered. "About thirty minutes now.
He gave her a hell of a spanking first too." there was a hint of
teasing in his voice.
"Fuck why didn't one of you bastard's come and get me?"
"Screw you Urgant, you snooze you lose."
"Hey who the fuck do you think set this little thing up? If I
hadn't though up this scam you four would be playing with
yourself and not those two."
"Yea, yea we've heard it all before. Just shut up and don't
disturb Ergan and Regant these two up there hate each others guts
and if Regant and Ergan don't keep on top of it they'll stop
fucking and start fighting."
"Two? You mean that's the Amazon? How did he get her to
take the potion so fast? Last I knew he hadn't even started to
make it."
"It's not the Amazon. It's the boy, the one with the gender
curse."
"No shit. Pig boy actually got him to drink it while he was a
girl. I was sure we were going to have to wait until we had full
control before we could get him to give her the potion. I was sure
he would never think of it on his own. Must have a nastier mind
then I gave him credit for."
"Don't him the credit, it wasn't his idea. The guy saw him
use the potion and stole the bottle. Drank the whole thing before
Ryouga could stop her"
"FUCK ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Why the hell
didn't Ergan get him to stop her? You know that buggers
everything up. Do you have any idea how much magic is tied up
in a Jusenkio curse? Not only will it keep one of us from doing
anything more than the gentlest steering it will stand out like a
flair to any one with the ability to sense it. Fuck this screws
everything up. It was perfect, five Jusenkio cursed people and five
of us. We each get our own little play toy. Now there are only
four of them we can totally control. Well two of you are just going
to have to share. I for one am not going to give up my toy. I get
the one with the chains and that's final."
"Really?" The one who had been speaking to Urgant all this
time rose to his feet. "I don't think so. I think there's another way
to make the numbers fit.:" He lashed out and caught the smaller
Shikima around the neck. "Nendex" he called out.
"Right here Extefan," Urgant twisted his head around to
see the last of the Shikima's standing behind him holding a
carved wooden box.
"No not that," he shrieked as Nendex began to open the lid.
A swirling vortex appeared and with a shriek of despair his flesh
went translucent. For just a second he seemed to shift into some
sort of monstrous form. Then it dissolved in the vortex and was
drawn screaming into the small wooden box. Nendex shut the lid
tight and sealed it. Tossing the box casually over his shoulder he
grinned at Extefan. "Good math. Four of us, four cursed humans
still available. Works for me."
Extefan grinned back. "Me to, but we can't afford to take
any chances." Turning he addressed Ergan. "As soon as he's
finished with the girl, suggest he head over to the Amazon's. She
should have all the ingredients for a new batch of potion. It will
sound like something he might think of, so it should not be hard
to suggest it. You might want to help him find his way as well.
You got enough access to his mind yet to know where it is?"
Ergan did not take his focus off of the viewing mirror but he
waved a hand in acknowledgment of Extefan's statement and
suggestion. Extefan looked pleased. "Fine that's taken care of
then. Looks like we get a little fun this century after all." He sat
back down and turned his attention back to mirror. Ryouga had
sometime since he last looked striped Ranma and himself of all
their clothing. Now with the small girl's ankles pressed into the
ground on either side of her head he was slamming his cock into
her sweat soaked body. "You just wait girl," Extefan murmured
"When I get control of chain boy I'll show you what a fuck really
is." He reached into his robe and started stroking his engorged
member. "You just wait girl, you just wait."
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*******8
Shikima interface
Chapter one, Ranma's bad day. Part two.
In a dark and dusty room four robed figures focused all their
attention on a large disk of glass. At the moment it was split
evenly down the middle to show two separate views side by side.
One side was clear as could be. The other was a roiling mass of
energy and static.
"Damm it Regant Can't you bring it into focus."
"What the fuck do you think I've been trying to do for the
last hour Extefan, pass gas? No I can't bring it in any better and
you damm well know why! Urgant was right, when the boy/girl
drank the entire bottle of potion she destabilized every drop of
magic in her. With the amount of raw magic tied up in a Jusenkio
curse she's leaking so much magical static I can't even begin to
get a lock on her for a visual. We're lucky we can still tweak her
pleasure centers. As it is unless one of the other four is within
range we aren't going to be able to see or hear a damm thing she
does."
Alright, alright don't get your ass in a bind. Keep trying to
get what you can." Extefan turned to Ergan and asked. " How
about you Ergan have you gotten any more control over our
wandering boy."
"Not doing to bad." Ergan looked up at the clear side of the
screen which showed a stocky, powerfully built teenager walking
the streets of Nerima. Dressed in a yellow shirt and black pants
and carrying a massive backpack, he was making his way with a
sense of confidence that would have puzzled any one who knew
him. "Of course it will be a week or so before I can start to have
any real control over what he does, but he seems to be easy
enough to steer. He's usually so lost that he doesn't even think
about why he goes one way or the other. I should have him to the
Amazon's restaurant in an hour or so."
"All right then. I guess we just have to wait awhile till our
playthings are in place for another show," Extefan said. Looking
up at the boy on the screen he smiled. It was not a nice smile.
The Tendo home sat quietly bathed in moonlight. In the Koi
pond the full moon floated in serene beauty, silvery light
glistened off the sand in the bottom. A splash of water marked the
end of a careless water beatle as one of the Koi in the pond
enjoyed a midnight snack. The rippling water sent patterns of
shadow and light fluttering across the face of the quiet home.
With the exception of a single lantern lighting the porch
and the front walk, all was dark. For the first time in over a year
the Tendo home floated in a sea of complete and utter peace.
Knowledgeable neighbors were already making travel
arrangements.
The stillness was broken by the crunch of gravel as a weary,
bedraggled figure walked through the gate and up the path,
Ranma-chan was home. Gingerly one foot at a time she limped up
the path. Reaching the end of the walkway she winced as she
lifted her leg the extra distance to step up onto the front porch.
"Damm that Ryouga, did he have to be so rough?" Her lips
twisted in disgust at herself as the irony of the words occur to her.
"Ya sure, would have been real nice of him if he'd raped me
gentle like, wouldn't it." Firming her mouth, she shoved aside
her self pity and concentrated on vengeance. "You'll pay Ryouga.
I'll be a man again soon, and then you'll pay. You might not be a
pig no more, but I'll still make bacon out of your fat ass. Or
maybe I'll make you a 'real' special hot dog." Cheered by this
uplifting thought Ranma continued on into the darkened home.
Inside, Ranma paused at the bottom of the stairs. She
looked up them to the darkened hallway at the top. Unbidden the
thought came to her, what am I going to tell Akane. What if I
meet her in the hallway. All to often Akane showed up when
Ranma least wanted her to. What if she were up their now,
waiting...Well I can't spend the night just standing here, she
thought. Lifting a foot to the first step she started up. Then, she
shuddered as she felt something warm and thick run down her
leg. Ryouga had emptied himself three times in Ranma's body
before finally rolling over and going to sleep. Ranma had been
leaking the results all the way home. In her worry at being
discovered she had forgotten about that little side benefit of her
day with Ryouga. Shuddering once again she turned from the
stairs and made her way to the bathing room.
Ranma slipped out of the last of her grass and dirt stained
clothing. The pants and shirt she tossed into the laundry hamper.
Kasumi had seen worse, Ranma had no fear of her reaction to
them. Her boxers were another matter. Gingerly holding the
semen soaked undergarment between two fingers she dropped it
into the trash. Covering them with a wad of paper from the toilet
roll she slammed the lid down on the trash container. Standing
up, she heaved a sigh of relief over finally riding herself of
them.
After thoroughly scrubbing herself several times in the
washing area, she walked over to the furo. Stepping into it she
held on to each side with a hand, and slowly lowered herself into
the steaming water. Bitting back a yelp she winced as the hot
water washed over her sore and abraded flesh. Gritting her teeth
she lowered herself the rest of the way, exhaling through her
clenched teeth as she did so. When she was finally settled all the
way into the water she unclenched her teeth and drew a deep
breath. Feeling her muscles already relaxing she sighed in
pleasure as she felt the heat soaking into her sore aching body.
Reaching behind herself Ranma plucked a small folded towel
from a near by stack. Placing it on her head to soak up sweat she
leaned back against the rear of the furo, and slowly slid herself
down into the water until it reached her chin. Once she was
comfortable settled she heaved another sigh, and closed her eyes.
Letting all the muscles in her body relax she let the warm water
cradle her tired form.
After a several minutes of blissful relaxation she stirred
herself. She reached down, and with caution gingerly felt her
vagina. It was still a little tender, but the warm water was
soothing and she still seemed to heal fairly quickly. Idly she
wondered if all of Ryouga's cum had drained out. She had
flushed herself out as best she could with the shower, cold as that
had been. She had stopped short of jamming it tight against her
opening however. She just wasn't that comfortable with her
female parts. She might hurt herself. I wonder if I could ask?...she
stopped. Who could she ask? Akane, the very idea gave her an
anticipatory headache. She could feel the mallet already. Nabiki,
ya like she could afford that. Not to mention the fact that Nabiki
would sell the information if she thought she could make a profit
from it. Kasumi, for a second Ranma considered Kasumi, but
then the image of her asking Kasumi how one went about
washing cum out of ones privates quickly put paid to that idea.
Suddenly Ranma sat up straight as it hit her. Ucchan that's
who I can ask. She's my best friend I can tell her anything and
she won't look at me like I crawled out from under a rock. Best of
all she'll kill Ryouga. He won't be able to fight back against a
real girl. Satisfied Ranma settled back down and prepared to soak
some more. Idly her hand returned to her pussy and almost
unconsciously she started to stroke herself. "Ryouga that fink,
Ukyou will fix his wagon for him. Idly she thought back to her
encounter with Ryouga her mind drifting into a recollection of the
final time Ryouga had her.
Ranma gasped as she felt Ryouga's prick swell and then
jerk as it emptied it's load deep in her belly. Unlike the first
time, she was aware of the pulsing as it fired jet after jet of hot
jism into her. Ryouga's hands squeezed her tender breasts hard as
the shock of his orgasm caused all his muscles to contract
violently. Ranma suppressed a moan as her tender flesh flowed
like bread dough in Ryouga's hands. Finally Ryouga stopped his
frenzied thrusting and relaxing, rested all his weight on her back,
his breath like a bellows beside her ear. He lay with his head next
to hers for a moment before moving himself. Having caught his
breath he released his hold on her breasts and placing his hands
on either side of her body he pushed himself up and off of her
back arching his body so his groin still pressed into her ass. For a
minute he continued to grind his hips into her sore and tender
posterior. Trying to milk every drop of pleasure he could from her
body. Soon however his softening member slid from her opening
and he rolled over and off of her.
Ranma lay still for a while almost afraid to move. She tried
to analyze her feelings at the moment. She hatted the fact that
Ryouga had raped her. Taking his long sought revenge by
plundering her body with his own. Forcing her to sate his lust.
Most of all she hatted the fact that he had played with her body.
Had manipulated her new nerve endings in such a way as to
remove her control over her own body. She had cum repeatedly as
he had thrust into her. Every thing she had ever been, said she
should have been vomiting up her guts in disgust at what he had
done to her. Instead she lay here with a feeling of utter physical
bliss. She could never remember ever feeling pleasure so intense
and long lasting. Even as she screamed in her mind against what
had happened, a part of her was replaying the sensations caused
by Ryouga's prick sliding in and out of her body. She found
herself wondering what someone else would feel like. Their body
pressed tight to her as they held her and thrust over and over into
her warm hole.
She started as she felt a hand caress her ass. She tried to
roll away from the pressure but another hand quickly caught her
before she could go far. Resting on her belly it pressed her back
hard against the ground. The hand that had caressed her ass now
dropped lightly down between her legs. Her hips arched as she
felt Ryouga's finger push up her well lubricated opening. She
reached down and grasped his wrist with both of her hands and
tried to pull his hand away from her body. It was useless, she
might as well be trying to move an iron bar for all the good it did
her. She glared up at Ryouga who merely smiled down at her as
he continued to run his finger in and out of her body. She tried to
hide the effect he was having on her, but the way his smile
widened she suspected he was not fooled. She closed her eyes so
she would not have to look at his leering face.
"What's the matter Ranma, can't look the man who finally
beat you in the eye."
"You ain't beat me yet pig boy." Ranma fired back, then
winced as Ryouga twisted her soft flesh between his probing
fingers.
"I guess I'll have to try harder then won't I?" Ryouga
snarled.
Damm me, and my big fucking mouth, Ranma though. She
felt Ryouga's fingers undoing the wooden buttons on her shirt and
then the same hand cupping her now bare breast. As soon as he
started rolling her nipple between two fingers the traitorous thing
immediately engorged itself. A give away to Ranma's lust, and
lack of control over the situation. Suddenly she felt Ryouga's
hands leave her body and heard him moving away from her and
standing up.
Is he finally leaving me alone? Ranma thought. She felt
relief with a small bit of regret mixed in. Opening her eyes she
saw Ryouga removing his clothing, guess not, she thought.
Almost against her will her eyes went to that part of him that had
so recently forced it way into her body. It did not look so
impressive laying softly in his groin. Still damp from their
mingled juices it looked much smaller than it had felt, when it
had been forcing it's way into her. Even as she watched it
twitched and rolled from one side of his balls to the other. She
flinched when it moved, but calmed down when it did not seem to
be getting any harder or larger.
While she had been busy watching Ryouga, he had finished
undressing and he now reached down and grabbed her pants up
from where they trailed across the ground. She had earlier almost
crawled out of them, and they now were only connected to her at
the ankles. It was the work of seconds for Ryouga to remove them
from her.
Legs free of their restrictive grip Ranma rolled backwards
and vaulted to her feet. Ryouga was right there when she turned
to run however. He gathered her up in his arms and pressed her
tightly to him. Leaving one hand around her waist he started to
divest her of her silk shirt. Despite her efforts to prevent it her
shirt soon fluttered to the ground, and left her completely naked.
Ryouga pressed her body tight against his. She flushed as the feel
of her breasts flattening between their bodies sent shivers running
through her. She found herself conscious of their bare skin
touching. Ryouga's smooth skin covered a layer of rock hard
muscles. She was sure she could feel them writhe under his skin
where ever her body came in contact with his.
Ryouga slowly ran a hand down her back stoking her spine
gently until he came to the base of her back and continued down
to cup her ass. She found herself trying to arch her back under
that gentle touch, like a cat leaning into the hand that stroked it.
Ryouga continued to run the fingers of one hand up and down her
back. With the other he gently squeezed her ass, stroking and
kneading it. His fingers crept into the cleft of her bottom and
slowly moved their way down until he could touch her warm wet
slit. As Ranma tried to push her way out of his grip, he tightened
his arm around her waist, and shoved a forefinger as far as it
would go up her pussy. Ranma stiffed in shock at this latest
outrage. For just a second the though of kneeing him in the groin
passed through her mind but almost as quickly it was
discarded...Why not? She suddenly wondered, it's what she
should have done right at the beginning. Why hadn't she? For
some reason her mind shied away from the thought. Angrily she
forced her training to the forefront. Flexing her muscles she
prepared to raise Ryouga's balls to the level of his eyes.
Suddenly the most intense wave of pleasure Ranma had
ever felt washed through her body. Far more intense than
anything she had felt as Ryouga had taken her earlier. She had an
orgasm, and then another, and yet another. Wave after wave of
sensation crashed through her body and she twisted and writhed
in Ryouga's grip. She was completely unaware as Ryouga's eyes
glazed over. Did not notice his cock, which had been hanging
limp between his legs springing suddenly to life. Nor was she
aware when Ryouga laid her on her back, and positioned himself
between her legs. Only when he trust up into her spasming pussy
did a glimmer of sanity return to her. Looking up she saw
Ryouga's eyes were glazed and glassy. Then suddenly they
cleared and looked into her own. He looked puzzled for a minute
as if he had no idea as to how they had ended up in this position.
Then his face cleared as he felt the grip of her tight little pussy
around his member. He gave her a twisted smile as he thrust
himself fully into her.
"This is what I was missing last time Ranma, he said. His
hips lifted up and down shuttling his cock back and forth in her.
I want to look you in the eyes as I take you." His motions slowed
and he continued to talk to the pinned girl. "Can you feel it
Ranma? Just the tip is in you right now, just barely inside your
little pussy. Now feel this!" Ever so slowly Ryouga pushed his
way into Ranma never taking his eyes off of her face. "Feel it
Ranma, it's my cock and it's going into your body. There's one
inch...there's two. Feel it pushing aside your flesh as it shoves
into you. There's three...four." Ryouga paused and held his
position, frozen with half his cock outside of Ranma's body. Feel
it Ranma!" he gently moved his hips in a circular motion using
his prick to stir her honey pot. "Want more Ranma? It's right
here, all you have to do is move your hips. Or better yet beg me.
That's good, I think I'd like that. Say O please Ryouga put the
rest of your cock in my belly. Can you say that Ranma, Hmmm?"
He stopped all motion once again.
Ranma gasped, and tried to prevent the reflex hunch of her
hips as her body cried out for a continuation of the stimulation
Ryouga had stopped. Despite her best efforts she could not
prevent a tiny upward lunge. Not much, but enough for Ryouga to
notice.
"Come on, you can do better than that Ranma." he said
"Here it is, come and get it." With that Ryouga withdrew his cock
all the way out of Ranma and left just the tip touching the mouth
of her opening. Showing remarkable muscular control he moved
his hips just enough to brush the head of his member over her
engorged and swollen flesh.
Ranma was so busy fighting to control herself, she failed to
notice the sheen of sweat that had appeared on Ryouga's
forehead. Mute testimony to the strain he was feeling. Ranma
was not the only one experiencing a need to feel flesh pistoning
in flesh. It was a standoff, but Ranma had the advantage. All she
had to do was lie still, and concentrate all her will power on
resisting the need she felt. Despite being racked by wave after
wave of sensation, she fought on. Despite being brought right to
the brink and then dropped, without the release she craved, she
held on. She was 'not' going to give Ryouga this final victory.
Ryouga, on the other hand, as the one in control of their bodies
needed to take action in order to tempt Ranma into the final
surrender. Maybe if he had been more experienced he could have
held out. Doubtful, one thing Ranma had not lost was her
stubbornness, and she would have resisted long past the point
where Ryouga finally gave up.
With a roar half of lust and half of foiled anger Ryouga
scooped Ranma's legs up and over his shoulders. Continuing the
motion he forced her feet down to the ground on either side of her
head. Holding her legs in place with a grip on each ankle he
raised himself up onto the tip of his toes and jolted his hips
forward. His eight inches plunged into her body. Pierced to the
core Ranma reached the plateau that Ryouga had tried to deny
her. Throwing her arms tightly around Ryouga she clawed at his
flesh as yet again wave after wave of pleasure flooded through
her. Not as intense as earlier but more than enough to bring gasps
of pleasure from her. Ryouga felt nothing as her fingernails tore
his back, all his thoughts were tied up in the eight inch cylinder
of meat that he plunged into Ranma's upturned pussy. His thighs
beat out a cadence on her ass as he plunged into her body again
and again.
"Ranma!? What ever are you doing.!?!?" A voice suddenly
shouted out.
"Ranma started in shock, her body still trembling with the
strength of her memory. Then she realized two things. One her
body was trembling because she had just brought herself to
orgasm with her fingers while recollecting her rape. Two,
Nabiki was standing in the bathroom a glass in one hand and a
shocked expression on her face. "Akkk gluppp." Ranma cried,
as she slipped below the water in her surprise. A second later she
burst from the furo coughing and wheezing as a result of the
water she had swallowed.
"Really Ranma." Nabiki drawled as she wiped water from
her face. "You should really be a little more considerate. The
water in the Furo does have to last for a while. Whatever would
Akane think if she were to..."
Nabiki paused as her mind registered the fact that Ranma was
female and sitting in a tub of hot water. "Well, well what have
you done now Ranma-chan."
"I ain't talking to you Nabiki." Ranma answered in a sulky
tone of voice.
"I see, I really should let the rest of the family know about
the furo. After all it is most unsanitary. My, I hope I can catch
Akane before she actually gets into the water."
Ranma blanched at the thought of Akane's reaction to the
news of her masturbating in the furo, or of her masturbating
anywhere for that matter. "It ain't my fault I tell you, it's this
stupid body."
"O come now Ranma. You've been trapped as a female
before." Nabiki said with a superior smile on her face. "I'm
certain I would have remembered any behavior like this. Even the
time you thought you were a girl for real, you were to prissy to
even think of anything as dirty as this. Nope don't buy it, there's
got to be some other reason, so out with it. Shampoo get you with
another potion that didn't work quite the way she wanted? Spill it
Ranma. Or would you rather I went and asked your father if this
is normal behavior."
Once again Ranma blanched, visualizing endless hours of
her father wailing to the world what a disgrace his son is.
Another image even scarier than that supplanted it. What about
his mother, she had once expected her to commit sepuku in the
event that she was not a man among men. Only the fact that
Ranma had peeped at Akane in the bath had convinced her that
Ranma was not effected by her curse, and was truly a man.. What
would she do if she found out about this. Nabiki often gave no
thought to the effects of her money making schemes. Witness
Ranma and Akane's attempt at a wedding. Nabiki had sold the
location of the wedding to all of Akane's rivals. The chaos at the
wedding had almost resulted in serious injury to Akane. Giving
up she hung her head and said. "It wasn't Shampoo, It was
Ryouga's potion.
"Ryouga! Doesn't sound like something he would do. He
never struck me as someone who would want to trap you as a girl.
He always seemed so determined to beat you as a guy."
Ranma snorted at this, thinking Ryouga had taken quite a
lot of pleasure in beating her as a girl. Her ass was still red and
slightly swollen. Honesty forced her to admit that Nabiki was
right however. "Wasn't suppose to trap me as a girl. It destroys
the magic that causes the change." Her voice lowered and she
mumbled the rest.
"What was that Ranma, I didn't quite get it."
"I said." Ranma started and then hesitated. Seeing the stern
look Nabiki directed at him he gave in and continued. "I didn't
ask Ryouga how it worked, I saw him drink it and then dump cold
water over himself. I thought it was a cure." she got defensive.
"Hey it made sense, all those time's I tried to find the spring of
drowned man. I expected to be a girl when I jumped in. How else
was it going to work."
"So let me get this straight...you see Ryouga take the potion
as a guy, dump cold water over his head and not change...what
didn't he not change into by the way?...No forget it, not important
now I guess if he's cured. So you seeing this, rush in and drink
the potion. Did Ryouga have several bottles of this stuff?" Nabiki
wondered out loud. "I'm sure the other's would pay lots for a
cure that works."
"He, Aa doesn't have any more I drank all he had left."
Nabiki stared at her in suspicion "What are you not
mentioning Ranma." she went over the details of what Ranma
had told her. Tapping her teeth with a fingernail she gave Ranma
a speculative look. "How much of a dose did Ryouga take?"
Ranma's blush indicated she had guessed right. Her answer
confirmed it. "One drop" she murmured in a very abashed voice.
Nabiki looks at her former future brother in law for a
second. "One drop?"
Ranma nodded her head in affirmation, an embarrassed
look on her face.
"And you drank the entire bottle?" again Ranma nodded,
her head turned away, not able to look Nabiki in the eye.
"You're really a piece of work, you know that Ranma-
chan." Nabiki said. "So now you're trapped as a girl. Any idea for
how long?"
"Ryouga said for good." Ranma suddenly twitched, and an
alarmed expression crossed her face. Nabiki noticed and a
speculative expression crossed her's.
Ranma turned to look at Nabiki, a determined expression
on her face. She was going to ask a question of Nabiki. If any one
had told her five minutes ago she would have asked this of Nabiki
she would have laughed in their face. A renewal of the feeling in
her groin was forcing her to ask it. Even as she tried to word the
question she could feel herself starting to lubricate. Lubricate!, a
day ago that was something you did to a machine. Now it was
something her body did to itself to get ready to be fucked!
"How...how do you stand it Nabiki?...how can you be so
cool all the time?... how can any of you be so calm?"
Nabiki gives the little red head a puzzled look. "Stand what
Ranma-chan?"
Ranma blushed red "You know, the feeling." Seeing
Nabiki's blank look she got even more flustered. Then suddenly
it occurred to her that Nabiki might be misunderstanding her on
purpose. It was the sort of thing Nabiki liked to do. She enjoyed
watching people twist in the wind. Suddenly angry Ranma forgot
her embarrassment and demonstrated in as blunt a fashion as
possible. "I mean this!!" Ranma reaches down and slid her finger
along her sex. Holding the glistening finger in front of Nabiki's
face she yells. "How can you girls walk around so calm all the
time when your body is doing this to you!? How can you be so
cool when you feel like you're going to explode if you don't do
something to bring yourself off!? How_do_you_do_it!!? There
was no way Nabiki could misunderstand her now. Ranma looked
up at the taller brown haired girl. She had backed Nabiki all the
way across the bathroom and up against the wall. Ranma kept the
glistening finger right in front of Nabiki's face. Nabiki's eyes
crossed as she found herself staring with horrified fascination at
the glistening digit.
"Aa, well, as it happens we don't" she finally got out after
manufacturing enough spit to lubricate her suddenly dry mouth.
"You mean you've been like this since the potion?" Nabiki's
eyes move from Ranma's finger to her crotch, and then she
snatched her gaze back to Ranma's face, blushing furiously.
Embarrassed at her loss of composure, she decided to match
bluntness with bluntness. "The thing is Ranma-chan we don't get
like that unless something arouses us. So what have you been
thinking Hmmm? What has you so hot and bothered that you're
leaking like a broken bucket."
"Not..nothing, I ain't had a single thing like that cross my
mind. She blushed as she recalled her reaction to her
remembrance of Ryouga fucking her. "At least not first off" she
amended her statement. "I mean I start getting this funny feeling
first, and then I get wet, then, I start to get weird thoughts."
"Hmmm." Nabiki ponders for a minute. "This is only a
guess, I may be wrong, but you did end up trapped because of a
magic potion. Are you sure it had no effect on you other than
canceling the magic that lets you change?
How about Ryouga? Did he have any symptoms that might have
been a side effect of the potion?"
Suddenly, like a flashbulb had gone off in Ranma's head, it
hit her. "Of course that has to be it. There's no way Ryouga
would have ever raped me if he wasn't affected by some potion!
He don't have the guts to do it on his own!" Ranma suddenly
noticed the silence from Nabiki. Looking over she saw that
Nabiki was staring at her, eyes as wide as saucers. "Oops"
Ranma thought to herself
Finally Nabiki managed to squeak out.
"Ryouga...rap..raped you?" She stuttered.
"Aa well ya sort of." Ranma suddenly realized that this
might not have been something she wanted Nabiki to know. "Hey
you won't tell Akan...." she trails off in horror as she looks at the
black haired girl standing in the bathroom doorway. She was
dressed in the top of a white karate Gi and holding an empty
water glass. "Ak..Akkk...Akane?"
Akane looked at her fiance in horror. "Ryouga...r..r..r?"
"Raped me? Ya sort of." Ranma couldn't bear to look at
Akane's face, she turned so she faced away from the other girl.
"It don't mean nothing though. It ain't like I'm a girl or nothing.
Shit, remember when Ryouga tried to shove my face through two
feet of ice. That hurt a hell of a lot worse then when he...when
he..."
"Raped you" Nabiki said softly.
"Ya no biggie, right. I mean he and I weren't even thinkin
straight, right. This weird ass potion Ryouga found screwed us up
good." Tears start to run down Ranma's face. "It ain't like it
changes nothing, right? I'm still a guy, right?" She turned to
Akane. I'm still a guy inside, it don't matter what happened
between me and Ryouga. I'm still a guy." Ranma stopped talking
and looked at Akane with a pleading look in her blue eyes. The
pity and sorrow in Akane's eyes, as she simply stood there
looking at Ranma fractured her heart. With a cry of anguish she
rushed from the room, brushing by Nabiki and Akane.
"Ranma!" Akane started after her, but a sudden shout from
Nabiki stopped her.
"Hold it Akane! You don't want to go after her like that.
Not with what you're feeling, and thinking right now."
Akane looked at her sister in disbelief. Nabiki merely
smiled back in that infuriating manner she had. The look on her
face clearly saying, I know something you don't know.
"How can you say that? She's been raped for gods sake. I
have to help her, I have to tell her."
"What, what do you have to tell her? That every thing will
be fine, and that she can get counseling, and you'll be there for
her."
"Yes, yes all of that, she needs help Nabiki!"
"No she does not! Not that type of help. Listen up sister
dear. Ranma doesn't give a damm about what Ryouga did to her.
She's handling it in her own way. It might not be healthy, and it
might not be what a normal girl would do, but she's dealing with
it. What she can not face is you knowing it happened to her!!"
"W...why" Akane stuttered surprised at her sisters
vehemence
"Because she loves you, and she thinks that without that all
important piece of meat between her legs she has nothing to offer
her. She thinks that all you'll see now, is that she's a girl. She's
afraid that you won't see her as a man now. So the question for
you is. Are you going to tell her the truth?"
"What, I don't..."
"O give it a rest Akane, do you think I'm stupid? I've seen
you look at Ranma's girl half. I saw you the day she first got
here." Nabiki's voice goes high in a bad imitation of Akane
acting Kawai. "Hi I'm Akane, want to be friends?
Hell you were practically creaming in your panties. And when she
beat you, did you get all upset at losing. No you were so hot for
her body you laughed it off. You Miss Competitive 1995, laughed
off another fighter making you look silly."
"I don't...?"
Nabiki interrupted her again, "You're gay Akane, face it,
you like girls, You love Ranma's girl side not Ranma-kun."
Akane got red in the face and yelled at her. "So what if I
do? He hates being a girl. If I ever told him the truth Ranma
would drop me like a red hot brick. He'd be shacking up with
Shampoo or Ukyou in a day to wash me out of his mind."
"Well that's not going to happen now Akane. He's a she
now, and may be for good. Just think about this, she thinks you
won't be interested in her as a girl. You're afraid that she won't
be interested in you, if she knows you're interested in her as a
girl. It sounds pretty silly to me. I think the two of you should
really talk Hmmm? Seeing the doubt in Akane's eyes she sighed.
" There's something I want to try, but I don't think it'll work. It
might however solve your problem if it does. The question is
whether you have the guts to tell Ranma the truth if it doesn't."
Akane looked at Nabiki for a moment her emotions playing
across her face, doubt and fear chasing each other across her
countenance. Then she seemed to come to a decision. "All right
what's this idea of your's Nabiki."
The two girls left the bathroom as Nabiki explained to Akane
what she planned to try.
"Shampoo no know about this, maybe wait for great
Grandmother get back from China."
Ryouga, Mousse and Shampoo were standing in the kitchen
of the Nekohatten. On the shelf were dozens of bottles, bags and
the remains of several dried plants. A small pot rested inside
another larger one that was filled with cold water. Beside the two
pots was a small bottle containing a thick golden liquid.
"Well you do what you want but I'm due for a dose right
about now," Ryouga said. He took the small bottle and carefully
let a single drop fall from it into a glass of water he held in his
other hand. Then smiling at the other two cursed humans he
drank it down with a single swallow, mouth twisting at the taste.
Then quickly setting down the glass he picked up a bucket he had
already filled with cold water earlier. Upending it over his head
he let the cold liquid run over his body. He grinned, enjoying the
look of shock that flooded across his companions faces.
Mousse was the first to recover, and he reached out for the
bottle only to have it snatched out from under his hand by the
purple haired Amazon. Shampoo ignored his protests, and quickly
duplicated Ryouga's actions.
Mousse picked up the salt shaker and started to duplicate
her action. Ryouga acting with unusual solicitude, took the salt
shaker from the half blind Amazon boy.
"Here Mousse let me." Ryouga repeated the procedure and
handed Mousse a prepared glass of water. He then handed
Mousse a bucket of water. Minutes latter the three formerly
cursed humans stood in a dripping circle smiling at each other. Or
rather Shampoo and Ryouga smiled at each other. Mousse smiled
at a mop.
"O my darling Shampoo!, at last we are cured! Now we can
return to our village and live in bliss together." Mousse said.
"Stupid Mousse, potion make you stupider then normal.
Shampoo take cure to Ranma, and he be happy to marry her for
it."
"Never! I will not allow this Shampoo, Ranma is not
worthy of walking the same earth as you." Mousse produced twin
swords from his sleeves. "I will sever him from this
exist"...>Splash, bong.<
The large tub of water Shampoo threw at Mousse might not
have turned him into a duck, but the large metal container worked
just as well at shutting him up.
"Mousse not harm hair on Shampoo's husband or Shampoo
kill stupid Mousse!"
"But Shampoo" whined Mousse.
"Hold it, hold it." Ryouga said. "There's no need for you to
take the cure to Ranma, Shampoo. He's already had it.'
"Really? Shampoo must go and celebrate with husband.
Now pervert girl have no reason get in Shampoo's way."
Shampoo dashed out of the restaurant leaving behind a smiling
Ryouga and a fuming Mousse.
"Ryouga how could you give that enemy of women the
cure? I should cut 'you' in half for that!" Mousse screamed at the
lost boy.
"It wasn't my fault" Ryouga said "She took it when my
back was turned and drank the whole bottle. That's why I had to
come here to make some more.
"You should not have been so careless. Thanks to you
Ranma will have no weakness I can exploit. There will no longer
be a reason for Shampoo to abandon that pervert."
Ryouga gave the former duck boy a nasty smile. "I wouldn't
exactly say that. You weren't listening, I said 'she' drank the
'whole' bottle"
Mousse looked puzzled for a second, then an expression of
shock crossed his face as he recalled Ryouga's comments
regarding the potions effect on some one who drank it in their
cursed form. "You mean she's..."
"A girl for real. You bet."
"Are you sure? There's no way she can change back, she's
really a girl for good?" Mousse asked with glee.
"That's right a girl for good." Suddenly Ryouga felt an
overwhelming urge to tell Mousse the rest. He fought it down,
raping Ranma was not something he was remembering with any
real fondness. He did not know how he had lost control that
badly. The urge to tell came again and he found himself
remembering how good it had felt to take his hated enemy at the
time. Ranma had humiliated Mousse many a time. The Amazon
had a right to know how far their mutual enemy had fallen.
Giving in to the urge, Ryouga decided to tell Mousse. "As a
matter of fact you could say I verified it personally. "
Mousse looked at him in puzzlement.
"Lets just say I took Ranma's new body for a test drive.
Three times as a matter of fact." he stated with a lecherous smile,
and a touch of pride.
"I don't understand" Mousse said with a puzzled frown,
trying to make out Ryouga's meaning.
"I mean I turned her over my knee and spanked her."
Mousse broke into a broad smile. "Then I shoved her face in the
dirt, pulled down my pants and...fucked her!" Ryouga drawled
out the last two words.
Mousses smile turned to a look of shock. "You had sex with
Saotome!!?"
"No, I fucked Saotome." Ryouga corrected him. "Think
about it, haven't you ever wanted to see Ranma helpless. At your
mercy." Ryouga stared intently at Mousse. " Haven't you wanted
to show him what it really like to go through hell.
"Yes, but to...to have sex with him!!"
"To fuck" Ryouga corrected. "To use for your pleasure, not
'hers'." Ryouga corrected Mousse's gender reference. "Ranma
'is' a girl now, remember. Give you any ideas?"
"No, never" Mousse denied, and it was the truth, the
thought never had crossed his mind. Even as he denied ever
thinking such a thing however Ryouga's words seemed to
conjure up an image in his mind. Almost as if he had been there,
he could see Ryouga between Ranma's legs his ass moving up
and down as he drove his member into the small girl trapped
underneath him. Then the image shifted, and instead of Ryouga it
was Mousse between the red heads legs, plundering her body
with his manhood. Ryouga smiled as he saw a bulge form in
Mousse's pants. The Master of Hidden weapon was having
difficulty in keeping one particular weapon hidden.
"It's an interesting thought is it not?" Ryouga said.
Mousse shook off the disturbing image in his mind. "Never,
I love only Shampoo and I would never betray her with another.
Especially not Ranma. I would never engage in such a
perversion!" The bulge in his pants did not diminish however,
and Ryouga smiled at his empty words.
"Shit" Extefan said. "Thought I had him there."
"Relax" Ergan said, "You can't push it. You can place
images in his mind, tweak his pleasure center, but you can't make
him act out something against his most strongly held belief, not
yet anyway. Remember he's an Amazon male, he's conditioned.
The mere thought of taking a woman without her consent is
anathema to him. When the opportunity presents itself remember
to emphasis that this Ranma is not really a girl. Search his mind,
find times when this Ranma humiliated him." Ergan developed a
thoughtful look. "One thing that might work is to get him
thinking that if he can take Ranma, it would make him seem
more like a man in his girlfriends mind. Maybe Regant can help
you there. He turned to Regant who was busy watching the screen
as Shampoo leaped from rooftop to rooftop in her journey to the
Tendos'. He had a sour look on his face unlike the happy lustful
looks his three fellows shared. "How about it Regant, you think
you could get your's to give Extefan's the idea that screwing this
Ranma would make her hot for him?"
"Why the fuck should I!?" Regant snapped out at him.
"What crawled up you shorts and died!?" Ergan said in
surprise
"Why the fuck do I get a girl!? The rest of you get guys.
When the potion gets going full blast we'll be able to feel every
thing they feel. You bastards get to feel a prick shoving into a
pussy, Some chick gives one of them a blow job or takes it up the
ass you get to feel that as well. Well I got news for you. I ain't to
pleased with being on the other side. I ain't real happy with the
thought of feeling some guy shoving something into me."
"You ain't got much choice! Extefan growled at the much
smaller demon. "We measured up and you lost remember."
Regent repressed an angry rejoinder. Sometimes it really
sucked being the smallest demon in a band. You always got the
shit jobs. Well I don't got to like it and if some male with a curse
shows up I'm bailing out of this chick. Right?"
"Sure no problem" Nendex said. "I'll be glad to give you
the panda if someone better comes along. He grinned at the angry
Regent. As the second smallest in the band, he took a special
pleasure in lording it over the smallest. Disgusted, Regant turned
his attention away from Nendex, and looked back at the screen.
"What the fuck!?" Everyone spun and looked at Regant, and
then turned to look at the screen to see what had surprised him.
"I've been keeping a passive scan on the girl/boy in case
something came up" Regent said. "Well it looks like something
has but I'm dammed if I know why!"
All four demon's looked at the handsome well built man in
the mirror, he was about five foot nine inches, with a strong face
and neck length brown hair in a rather feminine cut. He was
dripping wet, and was looking at the familiar pig tailed figure of
Ranma with a sour look on his face. Next to Ranma was a figure
they recognized as Akane Tendo from the memories they had
scanned from Ryouga's mind. None of them recognized the
brown haired man and the image was definitely centered around
him.
"A new curse victim?" Extefan asked in a questioning
voice.
"No, or at least not quite." Regant said. "It's some sort of
variation." He concentrated, "damm" he muttered in surprise.
Ignoring the rest of his fellows he continued to concentrate.
Finally he leaned back and roared with laughter. "This is great"
He chortled.
" What?" the others all chorused together
He looked up at them with a smug look on his face and
said. "Instant nanniichuan powder, a whole fucking case of the
stuff." For a minute the others just looked at him, puzzlement on
their faces. They turned to look at each other, and seeing that
none of the others had any more idea then they did, they all
turned back to Regant.
He looked at them in disbelief. "Didn't any of you listen to
Urgant when he laid this scam out three weeks ago. He went over
the whole Jusenkio connection."
"Shit you know how long winded that old fart is. I had
better things to do with my time then to listen to him go on and
on and on." Extefan said.
Regant sighed and wiped his hand down his face. "Ok, well
you'll want to listen to this. So pay attention and we'll soon be
having our fun a whole lot sooner than you thought." This caught
their attention and they gave him their full regard.
"Well to start with the springs of Jusenkio was created by a
human wizard who's king wanted to marry his horse. Needless to
say he was a little crazy, the king that is, not the wizard. The
wizard being attached to his head, and not wanting to lose it,
performed a major summoning and raised the king of the
Shikima. As a condition of his release the King created a magic
pool of transformation. The Human king threw a village girl into
the pool to create a template, and then rode his horse into the
spring. The horse turned into a girl, so did the king, who as I said
was a little crazy. The last act of the Shikima king was to create a
magic kettle and ladle that could either lock a creature into their
cursed form or remove the lock on that form. Several decades
later a massive earth quake buried the pool and for several
centuries it was forgotten. Then springs began to appear on the
site of the original pool and things started to die in them. Now
humans believe that the curse comes into affect when something
drowns in the spring. The truth of the matter is that if anything
larger than a certain size falls into a non cursed spring, it kills
whatever it is and forms a pattern that will transform anything
that falls into that spring into whatever the template was. I mean
how do the humans think an octopus drowned? Later of course
when all the springs had curses the drowning rule started to
apply. If anything larger then the current cursed form drowns in a
spring it replaces the old curse. I suppose if the springs last long
enough every spring will have a curse of drowned elephant.
Anyway that's why every spring is not some form of insect. It
takes a certain size animal to activate the magic, and a larger size
to replace the first form.
Now this is where we come into this. There is a hell of a
pile of magic tied up in a curse. It is very tightly organized and
does a specific thing. Now when our potion is swallowed by a
cursed person it disorganizes a small part of that magic returning
it to it's original raw state, which is Shikima magic. This gives us
a link that lets us synchronize our minds with who ever is taking
the potion. Because we had Ryouga here for three weeks we were
able to form a connection with him. We can use that link, to link
with anyone he comes into contact with that has raw Shikima
magic in their system. The longer Ryouga and the others take the
potion the stronger the link gets. As well, because Shikima magic
is based on lust it works on them all by itself to make them horny
without any help from us." In a way it's a great aphrodisiac. Of
course you have to be cursed first for it to work, but hey some
guys will do anything for a woody right?"
The other three demons all nodded in understanding. "We
know this, what about this instant nanniichuan powder. How do
you dry a spring anyway?." Extefan said.
"You don't" Regant said. " The powder is actually
sediment from the bottom of a pond that is at least a thousand
years old. It is so saturated with the magic of the spring that if
you dry it and then mix it with water you can get a one time only
Jusenkio spring.
This is where the good stuff comes in. It's an inferior curse,
so it does not have the magical shell that protects the personality
of the cursed person from their new form. This means that if a
girl is turned into a guy" Here Regant gestures at the Brown
haired man on the screen. "Like that one for instance, they will
start to react to their new body the same way the red head did,
and because all those feelings are new they'll be a lot hornier
than a normal guy, just because their brains ain't used to handling
the new signals. Now the stuff that was making me laugh was
this. As soon as this curse is given to a person it starts to decay.
This releases a steady stream of raw Shikima magic into their
body." Regant smiles as he sees the others starting to realize what
he is getting at. "This means just like the cursed people taking
our potion we can link up with them. The really good stuff is that
there is a better connection with them in the beginning. Right off
the bat we can place thoughts and memories right into their
minds, and they'll think it's their own. In addition the raw magic
will start to effect their libido. They'll jump at a suggestion that
will offer them some relief. Now what say we see what we can
make out of the current situation shall we.
Regant and the other three demons turn back to the large
viewing disk. As one their hands reach inside robes, and they
start to softly stroke their engorging members.
Nabiki raised a hand and for the second time that night
wiped water from her... no his face. Unlike in the bath this water
had done more than just wet him. Nabiki looked down at his
body. Fortunately her..his pajamas had a lot of slack. Not that he
seemed to have gained as much mass as Ranma did when she
turned male.
"Well, isn't this special," he drawled, looking up at Akane
and Ranma, who were both looking at him in shock. Nabiki had
not really thought the instant nanniichuan would work, it seemed
too easy a solution, but he had not expected how badly it would
not work.
Akane had been so pleased to learn that Nabiki had an
entire crate of it in his room, she had not even thought to ask
why. Nabiki was heartily glad of that. It was one of his more
spectacular failures. Who would have thought that his customers
would be so chicken hearted. They had no problem with the
'toys' he sold but a little thing like switching your gender for a
few hours. Uh, uh no way, was the response.
Anyway the upshot of this was she had a whole case, nearly
five hundred pouches, gathering dust in her bedroom closet.
Ranma's situation had offered her a possibility of recouping some
of her losses. Ranma had certainly raised no objection to the
attempt. Indeed if dear little sister, here Nabiki directed a sour
look at Akane, had not insisted on payment, only after Nabiki had
proved the effectiveness of the instant nanniichuan, she would
have owned Ranma. Every thing had worked fine at first, dump
the water in the bucket, mix in the powder, all went fine and as
expected. When Nabiki had thrown the water at Ranma, that was
when things went awry.
Some sort of golden aura had sprung up around Ranma. As
the water had contacted it, there had been a flare of energy and
the water had been violently repelled. Naturally, Nabiki, being
the person who threw the water, was in the middle of it's return
path and got it right back in her face. So now Nabiki was a he
and Ranma was still a she.
Having dried his face, Nabiki looked over at her sister and
Ranma. "So now what?" he asked the two young girls. Ranma
was still looking at him with shock, and seemed unable to deal
with this revelation. She had been sure that the instant
nanniichuan would restore her to her natural form. To have her
hopes dashed in such an uncompromising manner had left her
numb.
Akane was not much better. She too had hoped with all
her heart that the water would work, thus saving her from
having to tell Ranma of her attraction to Ranma's female half.
The spectacular failure of the instant nanniichuan, and Nabiki's
new male form had rendered her as numb as Ranma. Both of
them stared in shock at the now male Nabiki until he snapped
his fingers in front of their faces. Blinking their eyes they slowly
came back to the real world. Ranma was the first to recover, and
the bitterness she felt at having her hopes raised and then
dashed flavored her voice.
"Well isn't that just peachy." She said in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm still a girl, and Nabiki's a guy." Her voice then took on a
bitter and angry note. "Brilliant plan Akane. I should have know
better then to think an incompetent tomboy like you could
actually find a solution."
Akane turned red and was about to make an angry retort
when Ranma interrupted her before she could even start to
reply.
"Why don't you two just leave me alone!?" Ranma
shouted. She tried to place as much anger into her voice as she
could. She desperately wanted to get the two of them out of her
bedroom. The by now familiar and hateful burning feeling
between her legs had been getting stronger and stronger ever
since she had rushed out of the bathroom. She was desperately
afraid that she would do something that would give away the
fact that she had turned into the pervert Akane had always
accused her of being. She could not bear for Akane to find out.
The thought of the contempt that Akane would feel for her if
that happened, filled her with fear.
She would not even have let Akane and Nabiki into her
room if it had not been for Nabiki's possession of the instant
nanniichuan. Now that it had failed she was growing afraid that
she would not be able to conceal her condition from Akane for
much longer. Nabiki's new male form was not helping matters
any either. Much to her dismay, merely being in the presence of
a male seemed to have escalated the burning feeling.
Akane had been feeling a great deal of stress over the
possibility that she might have to confess her feeling for
Ranma's female form. She had then found herself further
stressed by the possibility of the instant nanniichuan removing
the necessity of 'that' confession. Now that hope had crashed,
and Ranma was behaving as usual, like a total jerk. Before she
was even aware of it Akane found she had slipped into an old
familiar pattern of behavior . " RANMA NO BAKA!"
>SMACK<
She stormed from the room after leaving a livid red hand
print on Ranma's cheek. Nabiki sighed in disgust, and took a
brief glance at Ranma-chan, who had been flattened against one
of the bedroom walls by the force of Akane's blow. He then
followed his sister out of the room. Once in the hallway he was
met by a teary Akane.
"What am I going to do. He's such a jerk. That Baka!
How can I ever tell him the truth? He'll never understand."
After blurting all this out in one fast burst, she grabbed Nabiki,
and buried her face in his chest. Nabiki gasped as he felt his rips
creak under the force of Akane's hug.
"Well...first of....all...I....suggest you...let me go." Nabiki
said, gasping the words out as he fought for air. Akane
complied with this request, and having backed off a little stood
in front of him wiping her face with the sleeve of her training
Gi. Breathing deeply he tried to regain the breath that Akane
had squeezed out of his lungs. When after a minute he felt able
he started to talk. "What I suggest..."
"AAAHHHHHHH GOD, O GOD, O GOD!!"
Nabiki froze in shock as the cry echoed through the house.
He shared a brief look with Akane, and then as one they turned
and raced back into Ranma's room. They stopped short in shock
at the sight that greeted them. Ranma lay on the floor, her body
convulsing. As they watched she once again screamed and her
body arched until only her head and feet were touching the
ground. Her hands slapped the floor on either side of her rigid
body, her arms flailing in response to her misfiring nervous
system. Akane rushed across the room and knelt beside Ranma.
Placing her arms around the smaller girl she pulled Ranma into
her lap, and tried to stop her thrashing. Nabiki could see the
tendons in Akane's exposed arms bulge and twist as she used
her considerable strength in an effort to stop Ranma's
movement.
Nabiki blinked in shock as a blue aura began to dimly
come into view around Akane as she unconsciously began to call
on her Ki to contain Ranma's thrashing. It was the first time
Nabiki had ever seen her do that without being in a towering
rage. The sight of Ranma's flesh turning white where Akane
was griping her brought him back to the matter at hand,
That's not going to work. She'll just break the poor girls
back hugging her like that, Nabiki thought. "Akane stop it,
you'll hurt her. Let her have some slack for gods sake."
Akane stared at him in shock for a minute and then her
face cleared as she realized the truth of what Nabiki was saying.
She relaxed her grip somewhat and allowed Ranma to thrash a
little more freely. Akane still tried to control the smaller girls
movement in hope of preventing her from causing herself an
injury, but she stopped trying to hold her completely immobile.
The blue aura that had surrounded her faded away. Having
prevented Akane from hurting Ranma, Nabiki turned to leave
the room.
I have to get Dr. Tofu here, he thought.
{Wait, what about what Ranma told me. I know she
mentioned something like this. What was it?...She said she
experienced convulsions before with Ryouga .}
Wait how could she have told me that? Nabiki thought in
puzzlement. Akane walked in right after she mentioned Ryouga
raping her. Nabiki frowned as she tried to reconcile two
different sets of memories, then his face cleared as he
remembered
{O yes, now I remember. Ranma mentioned it before she
brought up the rape.}
Nabiki found he now clearly remembered the conversation
where Ranma told him in detail about the afternoon she had
spent with Ryouga. The shock of Akane walking in on them, and
the incident with the instant nanniichuan must have driven the
memory of it out of his mind. I guess switching gender will do
that to a person, Nabiki thought. Maybe that's why Ranma's
such a duffus...Naa, she's just naturally a jerk.
*************
"I don't believe it. Just like that he buys it." Extefan
said. He looked over to where Nendex was sitting talking softly
to himself as he vocalized the thoughts he was placing in
Nabiki's mind. "How can he just accept the complete rewriting
of his memories?"
"It has to do with the situation." Regant said, answering
for Nendex who was too busy to do so for himself. "He's in a
highly stressful situation and he has no reason to believe that his
memories are not true. It's human nature, we give him memories
that help him understand and deal with the stressful situation.
He _doesn't want_ to question those memories! He remembers
clearly what Nendex is putting in his head. Why should he
question them? If he did that, then he would have one more
problem on top of the current one. No, he'll grab hold of
anything we can give him, as long as it helps him deal with this,
or any other crisis. Maybe if we tried this in a more relaxed
situation he would start to wonder why certain memories did not
jibe with other recollections, but... Whoops, duty calls." He said
as he broke of the conversation suddenly
With this Regant turned his attention back to the section of
screen that showed Nabiki, Akane and Ranma. Ranma had
calmed down a little and was hugging Akane like a life line. She
was drawing in great whooping gasps of air as she tried to
regain the breaths her convulsions had not let her take.
Regent straightened the fore finger of his right hand. With
his left hand he pulled his right hand thumb back. Then having
shaped his hand into a child's version of a handgun Regent
pointed the forefinger of his right hand at the image of Ranma-
chan on the screen. "Bang, Bang," he whispered letting his
thumb drop like the hammer of a gun. A spark jumped from the
end of his pointed finger and shot across the room to strike the
image of Ranma. She immediately went into convulsions as her
brain's pleasure center received the jolt of mystical energy.
Regent raised his hand towards his face and blew imaginary
smoke from his finger. "Fastest finger fuck in the west." He said
with a smirk.
"I think you should let her be now," Nendex said from
where he was sitting on the other side of the room. "I've seated
the memories into Nabiki's mind. Let her calm down so they can
act on them." Regent nodded at him and mimed placing his
imaginary hand gun into a holster. The four demons turned their
attention back to the screen and the scene that was taking place
there.
***************
Akane was gently stroking Ranma's forehead. She had
finally stopped convulsing and had fallen into an exhausted
sleep. She was curled up in Akane's lap. Limp, and with her
hair soaked with sweat from the immense amount of energy she
had just expended. Akane looked up at Nabiki with fear in her
eyes. "What's wrong with her!?" She said in a quavery voice.
Nabiki tried to think of how best to explain to Akane. "It's
alright Akane, Ranma told me about this. I know exactly what to
do."
At this hope flared in Akane's eyes. "What? What, do we
have to do!?"
"Hold on , hold on, one step at a time. I want you to take
Ranma to the bathroom and clean her up. I have to go to my
room and gather some things we'll need. Meet me with Ranma
in your room when you've finished washing her." Having issued
her orders Nabiki turned and left the room.
Akane followed soon after. Carrying Ranma in her arms
she went out the door, and down the stairs to the bathroom. All
she could think of as she carried the sleeping girl was thank god
that everyone was away with the exception of her and Nabiki.
Lord knows what would have happened if their fathers had been
home. Fortunately her and Ranma's fathers had been drafted by
Nodoka to go and help repair the hot spring resort of an old
friend of her mother's. As for Kasumi she had been invited to
attend the baby shower of an old high school friend, a few days
ago and was not expected back till tomorrow. All this meant,
that for once there were no fathers to take advantage of the
situation and try to twist it into a means of getting her and
Ranma married. Not that Akane would have liked to have to
explain to Nodoka why she was about to give her son a bath
either for that matter.
Akane set Ranma down on a towel in the scrubbing area.
She then quickly removed Ranma's top and started to undo the
ties that held Ranma's oversized pants tight to her slender waist.
She was very grateful for the looseness of Ranma's clothing as it
made undressing her easy. Having loosened the ties on the waist
and ankles of Ranma's pants she started to pull both the pants
and her boxers off of her. As soon as the pants slipped past
Ranma's hips a strong familiar musky odor floated up to Akane.
She recognized it, it was the same smell that filled her room
after a long bout of masturbating.
Tentatively she reached down and ran her fingers over
Ranma's sex. They came away dripping, Ranma was soaking
wet. Her sparse pubic hair was matted to her mound and her
upper thighs were glazed with her juices. Akane was amazed at
the amount of liquid Ranma had produced. She quickly finished
undressing Ranma, then taking a bucket, scooped some warm
water from the Furo. Taking a sponge she began to wipe down
Ranma's sweat and cum soaked body. She found herself
growing aroused as she ran the sponge over the lush body she
had dreamed of for so long. Unable to resist she leaned forward
and lightly kissed the pale pink nipple that stood like a cherry on
top of one of Ranma's creamy breasts. Taking the small nub into
her mouth she sucked gently on it and was rewarded as it sprang
erect under her touch. Her hand wondered across Ranma's belly
and dipped down to cup her mound. When she did, she once
again felt the sticky residue of Ranma's earlier seizure. Curling
her forefinger she stroked it up and down Ranma's damp slit.
Ranma moaned and tossed her head as Akane's touch sent
flashes of sensation into her subconscious. "Go away Ryouga,
ain't you done enough to me already?" She muttered in a slurred
voice. Akane jolted, and a feeling of shame washed over her.
She was no better than Ryouga, taking advantage of a helpless
girl. No! She was even worse. She did not have the excuse of
being under the effect of some weird magical potion. Brought
back to her senses by Ranma's words, she blushed and removed
her mouth from Ranma's breast. The nipple glistened with spit.
She quickly washed off the evidence of her weakness before
turning her attention to the rest of Ranma's body. For the next
10 minutes she cleaned off all traces of Ranma's seizure from
the smaller girls body. All the while resolutely controlling the
feelings that touching Ranma so intimately, aroused in her.
Having finally, fully cleaned Ranma, Akane wrapped up
the little red head in a large towel, and after picking Ranma up,
made her way to her bedroom. Nabiki had not yet arrived so she
lay Ranma down on top of her bed. Sitting down beside her,
Akane gently stroked the girls hair while gazing with fondness
at the face of the one she loved, relaxed and vulnerable in her
sleep. She looked so lovely when she was sleeping. Ranma in
girl form was almost always frowning. Those few times she
forgot herself and just let go smiling and laughing with no
thought of her condition, were fond memories for Akane.
"Aa good, you're here." Akane looked up as Nabiki came
into the room carrying a large box in one hand and a bucket of
water in the other. He was still a he. "Now if you would be so
kind as to stand over there Akane." Nabiki said in a brusque
tone that brooked no opposition.
Akane bristled at being ordered about but she complied
none the less. Nabiki had said he knew how to help Ranma.
Akane would put up with a lot from her cynical sister to help
cure Ranma. While Akane moved over to the spot Nabiki
indicated, Nabiki set down the box he was carrying. Then he
turned and in one motion drenched Akane with the contents of
the bucket he still held. Akane sputtered in outrage even as she
felt a strange sensation race through her body. A sudden sharp
pain shot through her groin, and the sound of fabric ripping
echoed in her ears.
"Oops, guess I should have had you take the panties off
first." Nabiki said. Despite the matter of fact way he said it there
was a touch of awe in his voice.
Akane blinked the water out of her eyes and looked down
at Nabiki in anger...'Down'? She never looked down at Nabiki.
Nabiki was at least four inches taller then her. None the less she
was definitely looking down at Nabiki-kun. Slowly she pulled
her gaze from Nabiki and almost unwillingly directed it at
herself. She snatched her gaze away quickly, but not before she
beheld proof positive among the tattered remains of her panties
that she was now a he.
"Nabiki, how could you do this to me!?" he yelled at his
sister....no brother now he guessed. Slapping a hand to his face
he groaned. "Don't we have enough trouble already without you
going around changing all our sexes."
"Relax 'big' brother, I said I knew what I was doing.
Believe me, to help Ranma you are going to need that body, and
is Ranma ever a lucky girl." Nabiki purred in admiration, he
could not help feeling a slight bit of awe at the body her little
sister had acquired. If it were not for the familiar hairstyle and
hair ribbon, Akane would have been completely unrecognizable
as herself. Akane had always been extremely muscular for a girl.
Outside of Shampoo, Nabiki did not know of another female
who could match her for pure power. This was reflected in
spades in her masculine body. At least as tall as Kuno, he had
massive pectorals where before had been small firm breast. His
arms were equally well muscled, he looked like he could bench
press cars. Nabiki's gaze dropped to the most significant
difference. He barely restrained a whistle, and felt his own
recently acquired manhood stir as he noted that Akane had most
definitely not been short changed in that department either.
Akane was growing embarrassed by Nabiki's frank
appraisal and moved his hands to cover the area that Nabiki was
looking at with such interest. As soon as his hands touched his
new manhood however he snatched them away in
embarrassment. Reaching over to a near by chair that had one of
his school uniforms draped over it he snatched up the skirt, and
used it to cover himself. "Do you mind!" he hissed at Nabiki.
"Well as much fun as playing peak a boo with you is
Akane I think we should get down to business before Ranma
wakes up." Nabiki said with a smirk. Then ignoring the
sputtering red faced Akane, he went over to the box he had
carried into the room. Rummaging through it he eventually
found what he was looking for. Carrying several objects he had
taken from the box he walked over to where Ranma was laying
on the bed. Picking up one of her arms he fastened something to
her wrist. Then he did the same to her other wrist. When he
moved down the bed to Ranma's ankles Akane could see that he
had fastened some sort of leather bracelet to Ranma. They each
had several small metal rings and a snap clip fastened to the
base leather of the cuffs. It was not until Nabiki came back to
the box and extracted several short lengths of rope that Akane
realized what he was doing.
"Nabiki, what do you think you're doing!? You can't tie
Ranma up!" He shouted.
"Really?" Nabiki said. "I thought I was doing a rather
good job of it. Would you like to show me the proper way.
Kasumi tells me you are quite the little expert." Here Nabiki
turned up one corner of the bed sheet and revealed an eye bolt
securely screwed into the bed frame."
Akane found himself flushing with embarrassment and
tried to come up with an explanation. He was fairly sure that
Nabiki would not swallow the one he had given Kasumi.
As Nabiki ran a rope from the bracelet around Ranma's
ankle to the nearest eye bolt, he glanced over at his flustered
'brother' and started to talk as he worked at securing Ranma.
"Kasumi mentioned how she found you tied and handcuffed to
your bed. She thought it was interesting that you were
determined to become an escape artist. So you could not be held
hostage again. That's what you told her wasn't it? She also
thought it was very clever, the key in the ice cube thing." Nabiki
briefly glanced upwards at the ceiling over Akane's bed. There
was a small hook screwed into it. "She did wonder why you
were training in the nude however. She was worried that you
might catch a chest cold, what with all that cold water dripping
on your breasts." Here Nabiki smirked at the tongue tied Akane.
"There, that should do it." Standing back Nabiki admired his
handiwork, each of Ranma's limbs were tied to a corner of
Akane's bed rendering her completely helpless.
"I can see why we have to tie Ranma down to prevent her
from hurting herself, but shouldn't we have dressed her first"
Akane said. He could not seem to stop himself from staring at
Ranma's spread body with fascination. His eyes roamed over the
body he had fantasized about many times. There, the breasts he
had dreamed of suckling on, and between her legs the mossy
dell he had dreamed of exploring with fingers and tongue.
Slowly the dress he still held in front of his manhood dropped,
giving Nabiki a look at Akane's masculine equipment in full
operating mode. He whistled silently in awe, and briefly felt a
twinge of doubt as he considered the difference in size between
the girl on the bed and Akane's new male form. Giving himself
a shake he replied to Akane's question.
"Actually, we tied Ranma to the bed so you could
administer the cure she needs...I see you have the syringe all
ready." Nabiki said with his usual insufferable smugness,
nodding towards Akane's middle.
"What, I don't..." Akane said in confusion before noting
the direction of Nabiki's gaze. "You can't be serious? I can't do
that to Ranma, he'd never forgive me." Akane protested.
"Then _she_ will die," Nabiki said flatly, emphasizing
Ranma's current female status. "Look Akane, if Ranma does not
have sex with a man every 12 hours she goes into those
convulsions we witnessed. Now, unless you want to go hunt up
Ryouga or grab some guy off the street that leaves you or me. I,
having no desire to die, am not even going to suggest to you that
I do it."
"So you think it better that Ranma want's to kill me!?"
Akane shouted.
"It wasn't Ranma I was concerned about." Nabiki said, "If
I had suggested I do it, how long would you have waited before
breaking me into itty bitty pieces?"
Akane opened her mouth to protest, then shut it. There
was some justification in what Nabiki's said.
"Of course, if you can't bring yourself to do it...well, I can
give Ukyou a call. I'm sure she could be over here in fifteen
minutes."
"NEVER!!" Akane screamed in reflex. "Don't even think
about that Nabiki."
"Well there you have it then. You won't let anyone else
screw Ranma and if she doesn't get said screwing she'll die. So
that just leaves you 'big' brother. So I'll leave you two love
birds alone and toddle off." Nabiki gave Akane a jaunty wave
and walked out of the bedroom.
As soon as the door closed behind him, the air of
nonchalance left, and he raced down the hallway to his own
room. Once there he jumped into his office chair and threw the
switch that fed the signal from Akane's room into his computer
monitor. At the same time, with his other hand he activated the
VCR that was already hooked into the same feed as the
computer. With a happy smile as the picture came up on the
monitor he noted that Akane had not yet moved. Good, he
should be able to get everything on tape. For some reason,
despite the many aborted romantic moments between the two, he
was sure that this time Akane would go through with this.
Nabiki settled back to enjoy the show, and happily figured
the profit the tape of this little project would bring. A little
computer wizardry to hide Ranma's face and change her hair
color, and it would be ready for the market. He didn't even have
to bother hiding Akane's face. She was wearing the ultimate
disguise...That thought brought a look of calculation to Nabiki's
eyes. He had never really thought about it, but this body could
come in very handy. Their were people he had never dealt with
because the risk of doing so as a girl outweighed any possible
profits. Now though...yes this instant nanniichuan might just pay
for itself after all.
"What!?" Nabiki said in surprise as he noticed a flashing
telltale on top of his monitor. The motion detector in Ranma's
room had detected something. With an angry snarl at being
interrupted Nabiki switched the monitor to the feed from
Ranma's room. "Damm" he swore when he saw the familiar
figure in Ranma's room. "She'll spoil everything. I have to keep
her away from Akane and Ranma. If I'm right, there is going to
be a lot of noise from those two in a little while. Miss Bimbo 97
there won't be able to resist investigating...Now, how can I get
rid of her? Hmm..." Nabiki's eyes wondered around his room
searching for inspiration. For a minute nothing came to him, and
then he spotted a sealed plastic bag tossed idly in the corner. A
grim smile spread across his face. "I guess I get to try out my
new identity a little earlier than I thought." Leaving the VCR to
record the events in Akane's room he slid open a drawer in his
desk and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. Slipping the gloves on
he walked over and picked up the plastic bag. Then he went to
give their visitor some flowers.
*************
"You know," Regant said, "I really like how that one
thinks. She could almost be one of us."
"Not bloody likely." Ergan said, turning from where he
had been watching Ryouga. "Bloody cold fish if you ask me."
"Aa but we can soon change that can't we," Extefan said.
"After all, he's swimming in Shikima magic, is just about to
render a beautiful girl helpless, and has all of us to whisper
advice into his ear. If he can keep it in his pants for more than a
half an hour I'll be very surprised."
"Hey, the red heads waking up." Regant said. The other
three quickly forgot about Nabiki and concentrated on the scene
in Akane's bedroom."
"This could be difficult." Nendex said. This one is in love,
you know how difficult that makes things."
Extefan frowned. "I thought we could place thoughts right
into his mind. Why can't we just make him so horny he'll take
her without a thought?"
"Because" Regent began to explain, "He would just put
those thoughts down to the perverted nature on his new boy
body. He would feel incredible guilt over having those thoughts
and would flee the room before he lost control and violated his
love. The stronger we pushed the idea the stronger he'll reject
it." Suddenly he got a thoughtful look on his face. "That might
be the way to do it." He mussed to himself. Taking note of the
others inquiring looks he expanded. "Look, the problem here is
that even though he wants her, and even though thanks to us, he
believes she needs it. His feelings of guilt won't let him act
freely on his desire. Now those two conflicting signals are
coming from two different parts of his brain. If I can erect a
barrier between those two sections, then he will have only the
desire and motivation, the guilt won't reach his conscious
mind."
"You can to that?" Extefan asked in an intrigued voice.
"Guilt's one of the main things we have to overcome to get
normal humans to let loose."
"If it were not for the instant nanniichuan I don't think I
could. Even then it's only going to last for a short time."
Regent frowned at the large man on screen. "It going to take me
a little while to map out where I need to put the barrier so let me
have some peace for a minute would you." He said, and then
slipped into a state of deep concentration, all his attention
focused on the figure of Akane in the mirror. For a long time he
stared at the image on the screen, sweat pouring down his face.
Finally he broke out of his concentration and sat panting. When
he got his breath back he said. "No good, I found the location to
place the barrier, but I don't have the power to keep it up,
something is interfering, fighting me."
Extefan snorted in disgust, and said. "Well, show me
where to place it and I'll do it."
Regant looked doubtful, "I don't know. I have a pretty
good idea of what it will take, and I don't think you can do it."
Seeing Extefan's face darkening in anger he hurriedly went on.
"It's not that you don't have a lot of power, it's just that the
instant nanniichuan doesn't give us enough of a handle to do it.
It would take at least two of us in concert to work it, and even
then you'd have to keep a permanent link all the time. It would
not be self sustaining." Regant paused for a second, unwilling to
reveal his doubts, but then continued. "If we open the
permanent link necessary to keep the barrier in place, we leave
ourselves vulnerable to an attack. After what Urgant said about
the red heads magic level, and now the strange resistance from
this guy, I don't think it's a very good idea."
"So," Extefan hissed in contempt. "You're afraid of
humans, what a wimp!" The disgust was evident in every word
as he looked with contempt at Regent. "Fine, you can stay safe
and sound. Ergan and I'll deal with the big, bad, red head."
Ergan looked up in surprise when he heard his voice. He had
gone back to listening to Ryouga teasing Mousse, and had not
been paying attention to the others. Brought up to speed he
quickly agreed to help Extefan, and the two of them entered a
trance state. Pooling their combined force of mind, they set out
to create the barrier in the areas Regant had mapped out.
Regant looked at the two comatose demons with a feeling
of impending doom. He had not realized it before, but it was
now obvious to him that Extefan was determined to break the
red head in order to prove Urgant a cowardly fool. Regant had
always known that Extefan and Ergan were lovers of the more
vicious forms of sex. They loved the pain and suffering of the
victim, even more than their own physical pleasure. Regant had
always thought it more satisfactory to engender lust in both
parties. He found the pleasure felt by both participants far more
palatable if it was not tainted by pain or terror. That was why
he had specialized in the more subtle means of influencing
mortals. Unlike Extefan and Ergan who had taken their
pleasure by force and in person while they had been free, Regant
had always stayed in the shadows and worked through proxies.
In a way he was less affected by their imprisonment then any of
the others. With the possible exception of Urgant, who had
always kept his own council.
Regant looked over at the warding box that Nendex had
carelessly tossed into a corner. For just a minute he was
tempted to free their former leader, but then his formidable
imagination supplied a graphic picture of the various things
Extefan would do to him if something went wrong. He
reluctantly turned his gaze away from the small box.
"Regant!" Regant looked over at Nendex to see what he
wanted. The other demon pointed at the section of the screen
that showed Nabiki-kun walking down the hallway with a purple
haired girl slung over his shoulder.
"Want to play?" Nendex asked with a grin. Regent smiled
in return and put his doubts on hold. He was a Shikima after all,
and some things just demanded your full attention. He walked
over to join Nendex, his mind already running through scenarios
for the two mortals on the screen. His demon hood began to stir
as he went over the elements he knew were available to Nabiki,
and an evil grin spread across his face. Behind him Extefan and
Ergan sat silently, their brows furrowed in effort as they worked
at repressing Akane's self doubts.
**************
Akane stared at the door that Nabiki had exited through
ten minutes before. Just like that Nabiki had left, and he was all
alone. Just him, and the girl he had lusted after for more than a
year. The girl that had driven him to distraction, and caused him
to spend many nights bringing himself to solitary relief. The girl
that was now tied helpless and spread on his bed. The girl that
he had to have sex with to save her life... and all he could do
was stand here and dither. On the one hand he wanted more
than anything to caress and devour the smorgasbord of feminine
pulchritude spread out before him like a buffet. On the other
hand the thoughts of Ranma's likely reaction to that had kept
him standing here like Kuno faced with the necessity of making
a decision between which of his two loves to pursue. Why
couldn't he be like a real guy and just take what he wanted
without worrying about the consequences?
As if that final thought had been some sort of trigger, all
his doubts and uncertainties suddenly disappeared. A wide grin
spread across his face. Works for me, he finished his previous
thought. Dropping the dress that he had held on to even after
Nabiki left the room, he walked over to the bed and gazed at the
girl tied there. I just love all you can eat buffets, he thought.
Kneeling beside the bed he cupped one of Ranma's breasts with
his hand and lowered his face to it. Opening as wide as he
could he inhaled as much of her into his mouth as he could, and
then slowly he let the large tit slip free. His lips and tongue
savored every delicious sweat flavored inch of flesh as it did so.
After most of her breast had escaped, he captured her nipple
between his teeth. He then closed his lips tightly around the
hard little bud and began to suckle on her. After a minute he
reached out and captured her other nipple between the thumb
and forefinger of his unoccupied hand.
Ranma was aware of flashes of mingled pain and pleasure
as she gradually came out of the stupor the demons attack on her
pleasure center had induced. Blinking her eyes she tried to
resolve the blurry image that greeted her first attempts to see
what or who was fondling her breasts. She made out a large
masculine head and tussled black hair. "Ry...Ryouga?" She
murmured in inquiry.
The man raised his head at the sound of Ranma's voice,
and she saw to her shock that it was a complete stranger. "Who
the hell are you!? She yelled, trying to strike out at him with her
fists. Her arms jolted to a stop after traveling only a few inches.
Looking towards her left hand she felt a bolt of fear run through
her when she saw that she was tied to a bed. "WHAT THE
HE...muerffd" Ranma's yell was cut off as the stranger kissed
her. She tried to pull her mouth away from his but he reached
up and placed a hand on either side of her head to hold her still.
The stranger kissed Ranma deeply, his tongue lancing into her
open mouth and darting back out again before Ranma could bite
the intruding object. Again and again the warm wet tongue
played tag with Ranma's teeth. No matter how hard Ranma
struggled she could not get away from it. To add to her dismay
she felt the familiar fire in her loins starting to escalate. She
could feel the wetness that had become all too familiar starting
to run down her inner thighs as her body reacted to the strong
masculine presence of this stranger.
Akane gloried in the taste of Ranma's mouth. For so long
he had dreamed of kissing her, and now he was. Ranma's angry
shout of who the hell was he had caused him to think along the
same line as Nabiki. This body was the perfect disguise. He
could give Ranma what she needed, and Ranma would never
know it had been Akane. The barrier in his mind kept him from
thinking of what being raped might do to Ranma. So instead of
replying to Ranma's demand for information, he had silenced
her with his own mouth. Now however he was in a quandary, as
nice as kissing Ranma was, there were other places in need of
his attention and he really did not want to have to listen to
Ranma's constant insults as he savored all the glorious nooks
and crannies of her body. As he wondered how to go about
silencing Ranma, he became aware of the discomfort caused by
the remains of his blue panties. Breaking the kiss with Ranma
he reached down and ripped the tattered remains from his hips.
As soon as the man broke his kiss Ranma took a deep
breath and prepared to scream bloody murder. Before he could
utter a peep the stranger clapped a massive hand over her
mouth, nearly covering her face, and stifling any outcry she
might make. She shouted silent curses into the muffling hand
until she was distracted by the sound of ripping fabric, and was
shocked when the man tore some sort of thin blue garment from
around his hip. Her first feeling was one of trepidation and
outright fear, as she was sure he was clearing the way in
preparation for raping her. The thought of yet another man
forcing his way into her body as Ryouga had, filled her with
panic. At the same time however she felt a flash of intense
desire flare up inside her body. It was as if her mind and body
were two entirely separate beings. The one reacted to the
thought of sex with a strange man, or any man for that matter,
with horror. At the same time her body seemed to shiver with
anticipatory lust at the mere thought of another hard bout of sex.
Her thoughts were brought back to the stranger when his
hand appeared above her face with something blue and filmy in
them. Ranma felt a vague sense of familiarity that temporarily
caused her fear to retreat for some reason. For a moment she
could not place what it was. Then it came to her. Akane's blue
panties, the same color she had worn every day since Ranma had
told her the color did not suit her. It all came together in her
mind, Nabiki's transformation, this strange man in what Ranma
now recognized as Akane's bedroom...The man above her must
be Akane! Having come to this conclusion she yelled into the
hand covering her mouth demanding an explanation from
Akane.
Akane smiled as Ranma opened her mouth under his hand,
he had been waiting for the baka to do so. Ranma could no
more keep her mouth shut, then she could turn down free food.
Acting quickly he removed the hand that was muffling Ranma's
cries and thrust the remains of his tattered panties into the little
red head's open mouth. Then, cupping a hand over her face to
keep her from spitting out the underwear he reached around
behind him and undid his hair ribbon. It only took a minute and
when he was done the ribbon was wrapped around Ranma's
head, and was securely holding the panty gag in place.
Having finished fastening the gag in place he pushed
himself up and let his gaze run down Ranma's body. Ignoring
Ranma's thrashing and inarticulate cries of rage, he reached
down and stroked her soft belly. "Everything looks so good, I
don't know where to begin." He leaned down and kissed her
belly button. Then continuing to kiss her stomach he let his
hand dip down until it reached the top of Ranma's sex. "
Decisions, decisions, so many choices, where will I start," he
mumbled into the soft flesh of Ranma's belly..
Ranma stopped her futile thrashing as Akane's hand
moved closer to the source of the fire that was filling her body
with desire. She could only stare in mingled shock, and
anticipation at the scene framed between her breasts. Akane's
movements brought him closer and closer to the place that was
even now starting to pulse with anticipation at what was to
come.
Despite Akane's words, Ranma had absolutely no doubt as
to what Akane's ultimate destination was to be. Suddenly a
thought crossed her mind. This was Akane, the girl Ranma had
spent more nights then she cared to think about dreaming of
making love to. Sure it had been him as a man and her as a girl,
but still...Would it really be so bad? There was nothing she
could do to prevent what was going to happen. She did not have
to make any commitment or declaration of love. She did not
have to worry about the reaction of any of her other would be
fiances. All she had to do was savor the sensation of the person
she loved making love to her. She focused on Akane, feeling his
soft lips pressed against her stomach, covering her belly with
gentle kisses. His fingers brushing just above her sex. Ranma
reached a decision, she would stop fighting her situation and
make love to Akane. For a second she wished that she were free
of her bonds, then she re-thought that. It was one thing to
surrender when you had no choice, but to voluntarily give
herself to a man even if it was Akane. No! She could not do
that. If she were free, she knew she would have to fight to
prevent what was coming. It was for the best that she remain
tied, and did not have to make that final surrender. So having
made her decision she lay back and savored the feelings that
Akane was drawing form her body.
There was one thing that still bothered her though. What
Ranma could not figure out was Akane's behavior. This was so
unlike her...him, she corrected herself. The Akane she knew
would never act this way. Akane was as reluctant as Ranma to
express his feelings. So why was Akane so aggressive all...
Aaaa Ranma hips bucked as Akane's fingers dipped bellow her
belly and stroked across her clitoris. The climax that had been
hovering on the edge of her heightened arousal crashed over
her, drowning out any thoughts other than the bursts of
electricity that seemed to be surging through her erogenous
zones.
She was dimly aware of Akane rearranging himself so that
his head was between her legs and hovering just over her
pulsing sex. She felt her petals being gently moved aside, and
then she gasped in pleasure around the gag in her mouth as
Akane dipped her head down and licked the entire length of her
slit with one stroke of his tongue. Akane settled himself
comfortable and then preceded to give Ranma the most severe
tongue lashing of her life. Ranma's orgasmed again, and then
she started to spiral down into the uncontrollable spasms of
debilitating pleasure that had rendered her unconscious a little
earlier.
At first Akane was unaware of Ranma's problem, he
merely thought the thrashing of her hips were either an effort to
escape the attention of the stranger between her legs or a
reaction to the pleasure she was feeling from that same stranger.
Akane stopped her twisting by using his hands to hold her hips
steady, and this continued to allow him uninterrupted access to
her honey pot. Having stopped her hips he dived back in, and
was soon driving his tongue as far up Ranma's opening as he
could reach. So happy was he to finally be living out his dreams
that he was not at first consciously aware of the increasing effort
required to hold Ranma still. Instead he shoved his face as tight
as it would go against her body and drove his tongue in and out
of her spasming pussy.
Suddenly a cramp in one of his arms brought home how
much he was straining to hold Ranma still. Puzzled Akane
pulled his face away from Ranma's sex. As Ranma's love juice
dripped off of his chin he looked up her body at her face, framed
between her creamy breasts. He frowned as Ranma's
expression twisted in pain, pleasure, he watched the muscles in
her arms twist and pull at her bonds as wave after wave of
uncontrollable pleasure washed through her body. There was a
vague tickle in the back of his mind saying he should be
worried, but he could not seem to feel it fully. Instead he felt a
faint annoyance at the fact that he needed to cut short his long
awaited buffet in order to bring Ranma out of her convulsions.
Still this was why Nabiki had tied down Ranma in the first
place, and splashed Akane with the instant nanniichuan. So he
might just as well get it over with so he could get back to his
little honey pot. He moved out from between Ranma's legs and
started to work his way up her body.
Back in the temple Extefan lips twisted into a nasty smile,
and he stopped the pulses of energy he had been feeding to
Ranma's pleasure center.
Ranma felt the flood of pleasure that had blinded her to all
outside events fade away. For a second she lay there drawing in
her breath in long shuddering gasps as she tried to replenish her
bodies oxygen supply.
The numbness that had filled her at the cessation of the
overwhelming spasms of pleasure ended quickly when she
became aware of Akane's movements. Looking down the length
of her own body she saw Akane rising to his hands and knees,
and carefully working his way around Ranma's body, begin to
make his way up the bed. What caught Ranma's eyes and made
them fly open in horror was the heavy truncheon waving
between Akane's legs.
No way, she thought, he can't get that into me. Ranma
began to make noises of desperation and started to thrash as
violently as she could within her bonds. All the while
remembering the sensation of utter fullness she had experienced
when Ryouga had thrust into her. She had never actually seen
Ryouga's erection, only his limp cock after the act. But surely it
could not have been as large as what Akane had. Akane's was
sure as hell bigger than Ranma's own erect cock. There was no
way that thing could fit into her. All thoughts of laying back and
enjoying the experience fled Ranma's mind, and her face took
on a look of absolute terror as Akane's cock got closer and
closer to her defenseless little pussy.
She continued to struggle with her bonds as Akane finally
reached the positioned he wanted and lowered his chest,
pressing Ranma firmly down into the bed, causing her to
shudder as she felt her efforts of evasion being so easily
thwarted. Tears ran down her face as she wept in frustration at
not being able to tell Akane to stop.
She felt his hand reach down between their bodies. Akane
began to finger her privates, running his fingers up and down
her damp slit. Using only one hand he parted her petals and
thrust a finger into her. Ranma winced at the abrupt intrusion,
she was still a little sore from Ryouga's assault. Her body
adapted rapidly however, and soon the slight pain was replaced
with pleasure as Akane ran his fat finger in and out of her body.
After a minute of this he added a finger to the first and slid both
of them into her, turning his hand as he did so, stretching and
widening her opening. At last satisfied that Ranma was ready,
he removed his fingers and clutched his cock in one hand.
A minute later Ranma felt something large rubbing, and
then pressing at the entrance to her opening. Her eyes widened
even farther as she felt her flesh being forced aside and knew
that impossible as it seemed that huge cock was actually driving
it's way into her belly. A steady keening whine came from deep
in her throat as she felt Akane's hips begin to rock, hammering
that spike up into her a fraction of an inch at a time.
Akane gasped in pleasure as Ranma's hot, tight, wetness
surrounded his brand new organ. He had never imagined it
would feel so good. To think he had been disappointed at
having to leave off licking Ranma's little slit to administer this
cure. What a fool he'd been. He hunched his back and forced
another inch into Ranma. Then he paused and lay there,
savoring the feeling of his cock soaking in it's own private little
furo while Ranma's breast spread out against his chest. Their
rock hard little nipples boring holes in his pectorals.
He leaned down and licked the tears from Ranma's face,
then kissed her. Touching only cloth he drew his head back and
looked down in disgust at the panties and hair ribbon gaging
Ranma. It had seemed a good idea at the time, but now it was
interfering with his pleasure. He wanted to kiss Ranma's lips
while her lower lips kissed his cock. Balancing himself with
one hand he used the other to free the ribbon binding the panties
in Ranma's mouth and pulled them free. Before Ranma could
make any noise, or say anything to break the mood he lowered
his mouth and captured hers. Once again he played tag with
Ranma only this time it was not with her teeth but with her
tongue. Slowly he began to rock his hips, drawing his cock out
of her body and then sliding it back in. There was still a couple
of inches left outside at the bottom of each stroke but he did not
try to ram them home. He was satisfied with the seven or eight
inches that he was smoothly pushing and pulling in and out of
Ranma's body.
Ranma fought down the urge to bite the tongue that was
invading her mouth. This was Akane, the girl she loved. For a
minute she tried to force the intruding object out of her mouth
with her own tongue. Instead her tongue slipped past Akane's
and pressed on into his mouth. Before she was aware of it,
Ranma had forgotten all thoughts of stopping Akane and was
completely caught up in the feeling of flesh sliding over flesh.
Her tongue penetrating the mouth that clamped over her own.
His cock penetrating her lower mouth. For the first time since
the accident Ranma began to experience pleasure that was not a
result of either potion or Demonic influence.
As Akane shuttled his hips back and forth between
Ranma's legs, the rhythmic thrust and withdrawal of his cock
began to force a rhythm on Ranma's body. Her hips began to lift
in time to Akane's thrusts and small flashes of sensation pulsed
through her body in time to the steady in and out of his member
in her tight little vessel. As those feelings pulsed in her they
began to affect the raw magic that infused her body.
The decayed remains of the Jusenkio curse had up until
now, been almost completely inactive. The only concrete task
any of it had performed, was when it had flowed into the empty
places left by the destruction of Ranma's Ki. It should not have
been able to do so, but something about Ranma had resonated
with the basic nature of the magic, and that had allowed it to
partially replace the Ki Ranma had lost. Fortunately for her,
because otherwise she would have died at Ryouga's campsite
within seconds of drinking the potion. Instead the magic had
replaced the Ki, or life force that everyone needed to survive.
Now as Ranma's body and mind slowly came into agreement
with what was happening to her it reacted.
Ranma jolted her hips up at Akane, trying to match motion
with motion as Akane's thick cock forced it way in and out of
her body. She strained against the limits placed on her by the
bonds holding her. She wanted desperately to throw her arms
around Akane, to wrap her legs around him. To merge as
closely as she could with the large masculine body that was
pressing her down into the mattress. As she struggled with her
bonds a soft golden aura began to emerge from her body. Nabiki
and Akane would have recognized it as the same aura that
repelled the spelled water Nabiki had tried to use on Ranma.
However Akane had his eyes shut in bliss, and Nabiki's were
looking over an entirely different body so no one noticed. The
snap rings in Ranma's wrist and ankle cuffs through which
Nabiki had run the rope binding Ranma to the bed, began to
deform, warping from a strain they had never been meant to
withstand. One after another they bent far enough so that they
slipped the rope and allowed that limb freedom of movement.
First Ranma's left arm, then her right leg were free, then
together the remaining two limbs pulled free from their ties.
Ranma did not stop to wonder how, she merely wrapped herself
as tightly as she could around Akane and started to use her legs
to control the rhythm of their motions. Over and over again that
massive cock slid in and out of her body and she shuddered with
each thrust. The golden glow began to expand, flowing along all
of Ranma's body down her legs up her arms and then moving
outward until Akane's body was completely surrounded by the
aura radiating from Ranma.
As the aura penetrated his body it combined with the
fragments of similar magic it found in Akane's body. Using the
pattern that still survived it began to knit togther the strands of
magic that had escaped from the original. When all was as it
should be it seared the surface of the pattern sealing it against
future degradation. Having finished that task the magic lay
quiescent for a moment, slowly pulsing with the motion of it's
human host. Then as her pleasure began to escalate something
that was almost a match for the magic began to emerge from her
own inner recesses. The magic quickly merged with these faint
emissions, so similar to itself. Using them as an entrance it
followed their path back into the host, infiltrating every part of
her body right down to the smallest DNA strand. In it's own
non-sentient way it realized that it must insinuate itself into
every fibre of it's host body if it was to withstand the coming
storm.
Ranma felt like she was on fire. Every thrust from Akane
seemed to stoke the fire in her belly higher and higher, but
something was keeping her from the final relief she craved.
Again and again she felt herself reach the brink, only to be
denied her first true orgasm. She began to fear that her muscles
would give out before she could experience the true fulfilment
she so deeply desired. She could hear Akane's labored
breathing as he marshaled all of his remaining stamina in an
effort to keep going. Ranma began to cry from frustration, why
could they not reach that final step. It had been so easy with
Ryouga, time after time her body had reached that plateau of
pleasure against her wishes. Now that she wanted that same
pleasure desperately she could not reach it.
Unknown to Ranma, the two demons who had been
insulating Akane from any feeling of guilt over his actions,
were also suppressing the final release they both craved. They
had been disgusted when, rather than a brutal rape, their activity
had become that of two lovers. Extefan was taking what
vengeance he could be denying them the fulfillment of their
pleasure.
Now hovering on the brink of release the two teenagers
continued to thrust at each other, their mouths merged in a
frantic kiss, their hands caressing each other, striving with all
the strength remaining in their bodies for the release being
denied them. Something in both their bodies began to react to
the constant high level of sexual tension. It was the same
something the magic had found and merged with in Ranma's
body, now it appeared in Akane as well. The magic was too
tied up in Ranma's body to merge with the energy in Akane's,
but it mimicked the two teens and embraced the energy in
Akane's body. Slowly under the effect of the magic Akane and
Ranma's began to synchronize down to a level so basic that
there ceased to be any real distinction between the two of them.
As they began to move fully and completely in sync. A
feedback loop formed, as their energy began to flow from one to
the other, and then back, and as it did, it built. Higher and
higher their sexual energy climbed until the golden aura
outlining them was almost incandescent..
Extefan and Ergan both noted that it had become harder to
prevent that final release. Digging deep into their own reserves
they threw all the energy they had into preventing it. This was
no longer a strategy, this was vengeance for daring to go against
what the demons had desired. The demons were so caught up in
their own petty grudge they failed to consider or wonder what it
was that was fighting them.
Ranma and Akane crashed again and again against the
barrier that was preventing them from finding the pleasure they
knew was just a stroke away. Each time Akane sheathed herself
in Ranma's hot hole they hit the barrier. Each time Ranma
clenched her thighs and squeezed the cock that was driven
almost fully into her belly they crashed against it. Akane
reached down and grabbed Ranma's ass in both hands. She
grunted as his weight no longer supported by his arms crushed
her into the bed, but after a moment she got her breath back and
was thrusting herself back at him more strongly then before. On
Akane's part, he clenched her ass as hard as he could, each hand
easily covering an entire cheek. He began to squeeze in rhythm
with his thrusts. Every time he shoved into her he closed his
hands. Every time he withdrew he relaxed them.
His fingers slipped deep into her ass crack and reached
the little brown rose between her cheeks. Ranma gave an extra
strong jerk when this happened, and Akane began to spur her on
by thrusting a finger at the tight opening in time with his cock's
thrusting. The extra sensations began to escalate their already
high sexual tension, and that in turn started to affect the barrier
that kept them from their final release. Slowly it began to buckle
under the pressure of the most powerful force in that room, the
lust of two horny teenagers. Then it cracked, and with that first
crack as an opening Ranma and Akane came, shattering the
barrier completely. Ranma's pussy milked Akane like a
machine and for his part, he shot load after load of thick creamy
sperm into her clutching vessel. Both teens screamed out in
relief as they felt every muscle in their body spasm. Akane felt
as if every part of him was turning to liquid and shooting out the
small hole in the end of his cock. Ranma felt as if every part of
her body was pulling Akane into her, as if it wished to pull
Akane completely into her womb.
The magic was not idle while this was going on. It had
been constrained by the inability of the two young people to find
release. Being sex based it had built a charge as they had
fucked that had grown with every thrust and spasm, but with no
way of discharging. With Ranma and Akane's orgasm it
released that charge. It flared out in a brilliant corona around
Ranma, far eclipsing the aura that had been there before. Only a
small part of the energy was used up in a harmless light show
however. The bulk of the energy found the link the demons had
forged to Akane's mind. Like lightning striking a copper bar it
streaked down that connection and straight into the minds and
body of Extefan and Ergan. Fully open they had no chance to
react. Their bodies blackened and shattered like glass as the
magic charge ripped through them.
Free from all outside influence the two teenagers arched
against each other in one final spasm of pleasure, and then
completely exhausted they collapsed on the bed in each other's
arms falling asleep almost a soon as the last quiver of pleasure
shook their body.
Epilogue.
Akane stirred on the bed, blinking his eyes, he slowly
remembered where he was. Looking down he smiled at the
small girl asleep in the crook of his arm. She looked so innocent
laying there. Hard to believe she had been under him a little
while ago thrusting herself at him as he has thrust himself into
her. Akane blushed at the recollection. How had he ever gotten
the nerve to do it. However he had, it had been worth it. He lay
there for a minute drinking in the lovely sight before him. Then
he became aware of a sticky sensation around his groin area.
Looking down he flinched at the sight of his male equipment.
Well, he thought to himself, that's done its duty, time to wash it
away. Gently disengaging himself from Ranma he got out of
bed and made his way to the bathroom.
Ranma awoke a few minutes after Akane, and like him
took a moment to place herself. When she did she blushed.
Had she done that? Had she really given herself freely to
Akane? It seemed inconceivable, but there was no doubt. She
may have started out tied, but as much as she would have liked
to use that as an excuse, she could not. She had positively
gloried in playing female to Akane's male. It was a very
disturbing realization and she was not prepared to deal with the
why of it right now. So, she put it aside for the time being.
Right now she was sticky with the remains of her and Akane's
juices and she wanted to be clean. Getting up she headed for
the bathroom.
Akane looked up as the door opened and Ranma walked
in. Both girls blushed as their eyes met. Akane ducked her
head down and settled down into the furo. Ranma for her part
looked away and walked over to the scrubbing area. For a few
minutes the only sound was that of Ranma scrubbing herself.
When at last she raised the bucket and rinsed off the soap, she
said the first words spoken since she had entered the room.
"Whoa cold."
"The furo's nice and warm." Akane said, and then
blushed.
"I don't know, think I'd be safe in there?" Ranma replied,
averting her eyes.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"O I don't know, you never know what sort of pervert
might wander in here while two 'Girls' were in the bath.
There's a big one in the house somewhere, can't keep his hands
off innocent girls." Ranma smirked at the blushing Akane.
Akane was flustered and blurted out "I'm sorry Ranma, I'd
never have done that to you if it had not been for Nabiki..."
Then she stopped, realizing that Ranma was not suppose to
know who the man had been. "You know?"
"What, think I'm some sort of dummy?"
"No!...But aren't you mad at me?"
Ranma seemed to think it over. Was she mad? Not really.
O she was upset over once again having sex with a male, but
this time it was Akane, and she was not really a guy. As well
she had not voluntarily consented so it was not as if she had
given in to her girl half. "Well maybe a little, but I reckon you
just couldn't control yourself. After all I am a pretty hot girl,
and you ain't got no control over your self. So I guess...."
Akane flared up. "What do you mean, no control!?"
"Well geez Akane, you're all the time hitting me for no
reason. If you ain't got no control as a girl when your suppose to
be all sweet and nice, it just stands to reason that when you're a
guy, you'd be one who can't control himself around a pretty girl,
and I'm a real pretty girl." She smirked at Akane, posing with
her hand on one hip and her breasts thrust out.
"You baka, if you think I'm going to let you get away with
that." Akane surged out of the tub and across the room towards
Ranma. Ranma had been waiting for this, and using a toe
hooked the bucket full of ice cold water she had left filled, and
sitting behind her. Flinging her leg around she tossed the
contents at Akane.
"Here have a cold show..." She broke of as the water hit
Akane and he shifted back into male mode. She stared at the
now fully masculine and highly pissed off male in front of her.
All she could say was "Uh O."
Akane was a little more vocal. "RANMA NO BAKA!!!."
End part one.
O my whatever has happened to Akane?
And what about Nabiki? What nefarious plans does he have for
the poor Shampoo?
And what of Ryouga and Mousse, what are they up to at the
moment?
Want to find out? It's easy, just let me know if you liked this
story and I'll get right to work on the next perverted section.
Please to not distribute this to any source where minors might
read it.
Yours truly The Hungry Tiger
I can be reached at <schell@interlog.com>
Flames will be trashed, any other comment will be appreciated.
If any one actually wants to stick this in an archive by all means
go ahead. Just let
me know. Not that I will object, I just like having my ego
stroked.
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