Moxibustion Violation 9

Chapter 9

Ranma looked out bitterly over the bleak landscape of Yomogi Valley, the same valley where the old ghoul had trained him to perform the Hiryu Shoten Ha. With that technique he had believed that he could defeat Happosai, retrieve the moxibustion chart, and use it to cure the extreme weakness which the old pervert had inflicted upon him. But it had all gone wrong in the end.

When he'd used that attack on the ancient martial arts master, Ranma had fully expected Happosai to have the chart on him, so he could take it off the man's unconscious body after the battle. And he'd been right — the old man did have the chart. What Ranma hadn't expected was that the tornado would snatch the sheet of paper away from Happosai. No one had expected that outcome. If it hadn't been for Akane's quick action, the near sacrifice of her life, the chart probably would have been lost completely. She had dared to dive into the whirlwind to save that one page of paper he so desperately needed.

But then it had all gone wrong. He'd failed her. He'd lost that which she had fought to win for him. He hadn't had enough hands, and in the process of rescuing Akane he had lost the chart. Ranma had been forced to watch helplessly as the wind shredded it into pieces.

His schoolmates had recovered those pieces — all but one of them. And of course, given the way Fate had it in for him, the piece they hadn't found was the piece containing the cure. It had all been for nothing. He was still as weak as a baby, unable to fight, clueless as to how to regain his strength.

Not that he planned to give up. Ranma Saotome never gave up on anything. So he had spurned all offers of help and come back out here. He looked around. The place was filled with rocks, green and brown with the herbs growing on them. Wafts of steam were visible here and there, and trickles and burbles of water could be heard nearby. He could see no answers in any of that.

The original idea had been to visit places around the valley, temples especially. See if any of them knew any further secrets of moxibustion. If any of them might have a clue to the cure. After a few weeks of asking everywhere, he was forced to conclude that none of them did. Now he was just sitting here, looking around, wondering what his next move should be.

At least he'd given the tomboy the slip. Ranma still couldn't believe she'd offered to come with him. Of course, Akane had said it was to help him with things like carrying his pack, which the boy had to admit was something of a chore. From time to time he wondered if her claim had been the whole truth. Had she really stopped to imagine what it would be like? The two of them out here alone together, sleeping in tents, bathing in streams, sharing everything? He sighed. Sneaking out and leaving Akane behind had been the right decision. She'd be safe back in Nerima.

A roll of thunder caused Ranma to look up at the darkening sky. “Fucking wonderful,” he muttered. For a moment he considered trying to get the tent up to keep dry, but realized there wasn't time. The rain would hit while he was still putting things up, soaking everything. No, he might as well just leave it all in his pack where it would keep dry even if he wouldn't. Ranma never even considered seeking shelter under a tree, not with thunder. He just hunkered down among the rocks and waited for the rain.

He didn't have to wait long. Less than five minutes passed before a sheet of water lashed across him. His curse was triggered instantly, the curse he had received months ago in the valley of Jusenkyo in China. Ranma watched with resignation as his chest expanded in front, stretching his shirt. He felt the other changes in his body take place just as quickly. In less than a second, a cute, buxom, red-haired girl was sitting there in the rain.

The rain didn't last long, not that it mattered in Ranma's current frame of mind. She wondered if she should even bother finding one of the hot springs and changing her gender back. If she did she'd probably just be inviting another rain cloud to come along and switch her again. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to spending time as a girl by now, uncomfortable though it was to make that admission. Oh well. She'd look for a better place to set up camp first, and then see about hot water. That way she'd have a tent to duck into if more rain came along.

As Ranma walked along, she heard noises from the underbrush off to the side. She paused, looking that way. If it were some small animal, it might provide a welcome addition to her diet, which had consisted of little more than rice for the last several days. Still watching, her face drooped in dismay to see an idiot holding a bokken force his way out into the clearing.

“Pigtailed girl!” Kuno exclaimed. “What a magnificent surprise, finding you here! I was seeking the evil sorcerer Saotome who has enslaved you, that I might defeat him once and for all! Come, I will protect you! Saotome must be nearby! It is time to put an end to his perfidy, forever!”

“Kuno,” Ranma said wearily, then paused. She couldn't risk having the deluded kendoist stick around and see him in male form. In his current condition, Kuno might really be able to kill him. She had to get rid of the idiot, and she smirked as she thought about how far Kuno had already gone in this chase.

Therefore, changing her attitude, Ranma clasped her hands in front of her ample bosom, batted her eyes, and said, “Kuno-senpai, you don't need to worry about me. I've already escaped his clutches. But I know which direction he went. He told me that he was going up to Hokkaido, and then crossing over to Russia. If you hurry, you might be able to catch up to him.”

Kuno went starry-eyed. “You escaped your evil enslaver, and then ran straight to me? Oh, pigtailed girl, you do love me after all!”

Ranma stared in horror as the idiot ran toward her with arms outstretched. Spinning quickly, she kicked Kuno in the face as hard as she could.

Unfortunately, this did not have the desired effect. The taller boy did not go flying. He was not knocked unconscious. He was not hurt at all. He did, however, stop and look at the girl before him thoughtfully.

“I believe I understand, beauteous one,” he said calmly. “You cannot give yourself to one unless he has shown himself to be stronger. Very well.” Kuno held out his bokken, pointing it straight at Ranma. “I challenge you. I shall prove my strength, and then we shall be together.”

Ranma was still staring, thinking that this wasn't at all what she had intended. As Kuno swung forward, she jumped back out of range, making quick calculations, wondering if she could lead her opponent into a spiral and attempt the Hiryu Shoten Ha.

Ranma began the movements, twisting and dodging to avoid the wooden blade. She was concentrating hard on her footwork, sticking to the spiral, pleased at the hot aura Kuno was giving off. As she dodged another strike of the bokken, she spied a large rock ahead just out of the corner of her eye. Cursing herself for not taking into account that the spiral was not on flat ground, Ranma tried to jump over the rock at the last moment.

Kuno took advantage of his opponent's distraction to swing in hard from the side. Ranma twisted, turning her jump over the rock into a leap over the blade, but cursed even harder as her foot touched down, realizing that she had broken the spiral. As Kuno swung again she kicked desperately for his crotch, but once again the kick had no effect. The backswing of the bokken caught Ranma across the head and she crashed to the ground, out cold.

When Ranma awoke, she found herself lying on her back on some sort of pad, inside a spacious tent. She had no time to orient herself before a voice at her side said, “Ah, lovely one! You wake!”

Snapping her aching head to the side, Ranma found herself looking at Kuno. He was lying beside her, sipping some dark colored drink from a glass. His kendo outfit was gone, and he was wearing silk pajamas instead, with the shirt open halfway down his chest. Quickly turning worried eyes to her own body, Ranma was relieved to see that she was still wearing her own clothes, and not some sort of negligee.

“It is time now to celebrate our love!” Kuno announced, causing Ranma to turn wide eyes upon him once more. “The music of our love will rise in a symphony of harmony!” His hand did something behind him and strains of classical music filled the tent.

“What the hell are you talking about, Kuno?!” Ranma yelled. She started to jump to her feet, but Kuno's hand caught her arm, holding her down.

“Do not fear, my goddess!” Kuno soothed. “I understand that you must pretend to resist for the sake of your honor, but I also know that your passion is aroused, and that you want this as greatly as do I!” With that his free hand reached over and undid the top tie on Ranma's shirt.

The boy-turned-girl tried in vain to break free. “Let me go, asshole!”

“Do not sully your mouth with coarse words, my love. Here, I will give your mouth a happier task.”

The boy leaned over and Ranma turned her head just in time to avoid being kissed. Undaunted, Kuno took her chin in his hand and turned Ranma's head back, then pressed his lips to hers. Ranma grunted his displeasure, but Kuno did not relax his grip. In horror, Ranma felt Kuno's tongue pressing between her lips, and found that her weakness prevented her from resisting even that assault. She lay there in disgust as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth.

When Kuno's hand left her chin and returned to her shirt, Ranma managed to turn her head to the side, breaking the kiss. Her hand grabbed at the boy's, but could not stop him from undoing the ties one after another. She tried to retie them, but Kuno casually knocked her own hands aside and continued with his task.

To say that Ranma was incredibly peeved would be an understatement. She was also becoming a touch concerned. Deciding that the risk of death might be better than whatever Kuno had planned, Ranma inquired nervously, “Kuno-senpai? Could I have some, uh, hot water? Please?”

“You may bathe after, my dear,” the boy beside her replied confidently. “Now is the time for other things. Now is the time for love.”

“But I don't love you, you goddamned freak!” Ranma shouted.

Kuno merely smiled. “I understand you feel it is necessary to say so. But your body says otherwise. Else why do you make no effective resistance? I remember how strong you are, my sweet.”

Saying this, his trembling hand pulled Ranma's shirt open, exposing her full and pink tipped breasts. Ranma immediately grabbed the shirt and pulled it closed again.

Kuno sighed. “I see that I shall have to be firm,” he said mournfully, but with a gleam in his eye.

Grabbing both of Ranma's arms, the boy lifted her into a sitting position before she knew what he was about. Grabbing the collar of the shirt, Kuno yanked it down her arms and off, tossing it aside. Ranma yelped and covered her boobs with her arms. Reaching behind himself again, Kuno brought out a pair of leather manacles. Ignoring Ranma's useless struggles, he quickly cuffed the girl's wrists, then pushed her down and secured the manacles to a hook hidden in the floor of the tent. Ranma pulled frantically, but her hands were clearly locked in place.

“Let me go, you moron!” Ranma screamed. “I don't want you anywhere near me! I swear to God, you touch me and I'm gonna kill you!”

Kuno tsk'ed, whereupon he pulled out a ball gag and pushed it into Ranma's panting mouth before she realized what he was up to. He pulled her head to the side and buckled the gag in place, then turned his attention to lower regions.

Ranma continued trying to scream and yell at her attacker, but the sounds emerged as muffled grunts. She tried to kick, but Kuno pressed a hand to her stomach, easily holding her down. The few kicks which reached him regardless were ignored as if they were blows from a feather. Slowly, relishing the moment, Kuno lowered his mouth to one rosy nipple and began to suck.

Ranma was going absolutely crazy. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, of all people! Desperately she tried to think of some plan, some means of escape, but nothing came to her. Her hands were trapped, she couldn't talk, and her blows were useless. Kuno transferred his mouth to her other nipple, squeezing her tits with his hands, as Ranma groaned in displeasure.

To Ranma's shame, she realized it wasn't all displeasure. One of the things which most bothered her about her cursed form, a fact she had learned soon after Jusenkyo, was that it was as easily aroused as he had been when he'd been a boy going through puberty. All it took was a few caresses, almost anywhere, and she'd start getting that moist feeling between her legs. Her breasts were especially sensitive to such touch. Panicking slightly, Ranma tried to put such thoughts out of her mind, attempting to focus instead on her hatred for Kuno and his obsessive delusions.

After fondling her well-endowed chest for some time, Kuno turned his attention to other areas. Untying the cord at the top of Ranma's pants, despite her mewling protests, the boy drew the garment down her legs and off her feet. He frowned in some perplexity at the sight of the boxers she wore underneath, but shrugged. Taking those in hand, he lowered them as well. Then stopped, after only a few centimeters, as her nest of red curls came into view.

Kuno trembled, breathing hard. He told himself that he had to be strong, that he had to be a man for this the girl of his dreams. He reminded himself to be gentle, to try to make her first time as pleasurable as was possible, or at least to cause her no more discomfort than necessary.

Breathing almost normally again, Kuno pulled the boxers the rest of the way down her kicking legs, leaving the girl completely nude. Her red triangle drew the eye, as well as the glistening slit revealed from moment to moment between her thighs as she still tried to kick him. Glistening? Kuno raised an eyebrow, then smiled. Taking a thigh in one hand, he pulled it aside, then ran the finger of his other hand along her sex. He held the finger up before him, examining and sniffing the evidence.

“Ah, my pigtailed goddess! I knew you wanted this as much as I! You protest for the sake of your innocence, but your hidden treasure reveals the depth of your desire. Like the waves of the ocean lapping upon the beach, the warm flow of your love coats your shore, preparing for my immersion.”

Ranma's face burned as she realized the jackass was talking about how wet her pussy was. She really wished the gag was not in her mouth, for more than any other reason at this minute, just so she could tell him what she thought of his stupid, flowery speech. Then she trembled as Kuno pulled her legs apart and moved between them, wondering if this was the moment she'd been dreading since he started undressing her.

Instead the boy lowered his face between her thighs. Ranma squirmed uncomfortably as she felt him plant light kisses along her pussy. She'd heard other boys talk about this, “eating a girl out,” and she'd always wondered why anyone would want to. On either the giving or receiving end.

Then Kuno's tongue pressed between her labia, slid upward through the cleft between, curled around her clitoris. Ranma stiffened her legs and squealed, utterly unable to suppress the sound. All of a sudden she knew perfectly well why people would want to do this! If only it wasn't this asshole Kuno! Ranma had a sudden mental flash of Akane's tongue licking there, and blushed brightly in response.

Kuno looked up and saw the rosy glow on her face, congratulating himself for producing such a reaction. He returned to his task, trying to carefully follow the instructions he had read so long ago, in preparation for this day. His tongue continued to tease, stroke and caress, attempting to bring his love to the heights of pleasure.

In the meantime Ranma was damning Kuno for having such a talented tongue. Where had the bastard learned to do this? Mind blowing waves kept sweeping over her, causing her legs to tense and stiffen right down to the toes, and her hands to clench and unclench in their manacles. She tried to keep silent but it was impossible, moans and squeals forcing themselves out past the gag.

Ranma felt her arousal climbing, and wondered if there was any way to prevent it continuing to do so. She certainly didn't want her first climax at the hands of someone other than herself, in either gender, to be given to her by this pompous asshole Tatewaki Kuno. But how was she to stop it? At any other time she would have said that the way to kill her arousal was by imagining sex with Kuno. Obviously, that wasn't going to be the most effective approach at the moment. She tried to imagine her old man naked. Or Happosai. Or Cologne. She shuddered at the images, but none of them caused her panting, writhing body to hold still.

Kuno paused and lifted his head, whereupon Ranma thanked her lucky stars that the jerk had decided to stop before forcing her to come. But then it turned out that he was only readjusting himself. He dove back in, bringing more squeals from the surprised girl, whose excitement meter suddenly swung into the red zone. Ranma tried to pull her hips away, tried to think of standing naked in front of class, tried to think of anything that might prevent the imminently inevitable.

But nothing Ranma tried helped at all. With one last spiraling swirl of tongue around her clit, every muscle in Ranma's body locked as she shouted for ten, long continuous seconds into her gag. Then she gave gasping moans as her body spasmed for another half minute. Finally she fell still in sweating exhaustion.

Kuno lifted himself, looking down at his limp goddess and feeling well pleased. He had ensured her pleasure before the pain which must inevitably follow, as well as producing maximum lubrication to ease his entrance. Now, at long last, it was time to claim his fiery-haired love.

Standing, the boy unbuttoned his pajama shirt the rest of the way, before slipping it down his well muscled arms and dropping it to the floor. Ranma returned to awareness in time to see Kuno push his pajama pants over his hips and down his legs, stepping out of them. The pseudo-girl started shaking her head while shouting things like “No” and “Don't you dare” and “Goddamn it!” Unfortunately all of these emerged from behind the gag as meaningless noise.

Kuno pulled the boxers down his legs, his stiff dick bouncing as it came free. Ranma stared in horror, knowing all too well what her enemy planned to do with that thing. Smiling tenderly, Kuno stepped back over to the girl, pulled her legs apart, and lowered himself between them.

“I fear there will be some pain, fair one. Know, however, that it shall not last. Soon enough, you and I will be able to climb the heights of ecstasy together!” With that he speared forward.

Ranma grunted as the idiot jammed the head of his prick between her outer labia and thigh. She started squirming violently from side to side in an attempt to make it impossible for Kuno to find his target, but the boy above her placed one hand on her upper thigh and easily held her in place. Three more thrusts were equally unsuccessful, bringing a deep frown to her attacker's face.

“Forgive me, my beautiful flower. It appears that this is harder than the illustrations made it seem.” Reaching down, he rubbed his finger through Ranma's slit, locating her entrance at last. Taking hold of his prick with his free hand, he rubbed the tip up and down in the same location, until he was confident that he had found the correct position. Underneath him, Ranma wanted to scream, knowing full well that the bastard had indeed finally found the correct position.

Speaking gently, Kuno informed her, “The directions said it is best to do it quickly and then pause.” The moment he reached the period at the end of the sentence, he thrust forward one more time.

Ranma screamed. No stranger to pain though she might be, she certainly wasn't accustomed to pain from that particular location. It was a burning agony, and several long seconds passed before she was able to start thinking again.

Oh God! Ranma moaned inside her head. The shitty bastard did it! He raped me! His fucking dick is inside me! I'm gonna fucking kill him!

As Kuno continued to hold himself still above her, fully embedded, Ranma had time for other thoughts. I ... I'm not a virgin anymore. She began to cry. I ... I lost my virginity as a girl! As a girl! It was supposed to be ... I was supposed to be a guy. It was supposed to be with Akane!

Ranma had secretly admitted to himself some time back that the reason he teased and insulted Akane so much was to hide how much he had come to care. He wasn't ready for marriage, or even dating, and certainly had no wish to rush into letting his pop know that he agreed with the old man's choice of his future wife. But it was Akane he thought about at night, when he pumped into his hand and imagined the future.

Now ... would Akane ever want him? When ... if ... no, when she found out that he'd been raped, as a girl, by none other than Tatewaki Kuno ... Ranma shuddered. She'd probably call him a sick freak, a fag, and throw him out of her house. Ranma couldn't imagine why she would ever be willing to touch him after what he'd let Kuno do.

Deciding that he had waited long enough, Kuno slid himself back out, then in again, slowly. Back and forth. In and out. It felt glorious, absolutely glorious, burying his cock in her tight, wet sheath. He tried to kiss his love, but she twisted her face away, and he chose not to fight her over this. Instead he lowered his face to her chest, and lightly sucked and nibbled on first one stiff nipple and then the other, one after another.

For Ranma the pain was subsiding, although it still pinched and felt rather uncomfortable. She supposed that she ought to feel grateful that he had done such a thorough job of getting her wet before he started, since otherwise this would likely be a lot worse. She wasn't grateful of course. She was entertaining herself with thoughts of taking a tanto and carving out his intestines. But neither her thoughts nor anything else she could do affected the boy lying atop her.

After several minutes of slow, leisurely, wonderful sex Kuno felt his excitement climbing toward its peak. His thrusts took on more force, although he was careful to control himself, not wishing to cause undo pain. He started grunting as his thoughts were subsumed by animal need. At the end he slammed into Ranma a couple of times disregarding her anguished cries, freezing at full extension the last time. With a bestial howl he emptied his balls into Ranma's cunt, then collapsed across her body.

Lying there, her rapist's weight pressing down on her, Ranma discovered that she was crying. She'd been violated, raped, and now she had another man's semen inside of her body. What would that do when she transformed back? Where would Kuno's ... fluid ... go? It ... it wouldn't somehow stay inside his male body, would it? Ranma swallowed hard. I ... I can't get pregnant ... can I? The tears fell even harder.

After far too long Kuno finally lifted himself, his limp organ flopping out of her hole. Ranma yanked with her arms, hoping the asshole would free her, but watched in despair as he busied himself cleaning himself off. Returning with a cloth, Kuno pushed Ranma's resisting legs apart and gently cleaned her pussy. Sliding a hand under her to lift her ass, he also cleaned the thin trails of blood which had run down to soak into the pad.

Kuno pulled his pajamas back on. He leaned over and kissed Ranma on the cheek and then under each eye, tasting the salt of her tears. “I'm sorry that I caused you such pain, my love. It was unavoidable, but the next time will be much better, I promise.”

A long mumbled shout came from Ranma. If it weren't for the gag, the words that came out would have been, “There ain't gonna be a next time, you bastard! 'Cause I'm gonna cut your dick off with a dull knife!”

“Now what to do next?” muttered Kuno. “It is still necessary to track down the sorcerer Saotome and defeat him. He is making his way to Russia, you said? I fear it would be dangerous for you to accompany me. However, I can spare you a few days here to cement our newfound love before I continue my pursuit.”

The crazed kendoist picked up Ranma's boxers, studied them with distaste, then tossed them aside. Walking to the side of the tent he bent over what proved to be Ranma's own pack. Digging through the contents, he gave an elated “aha” before pulling out a pair of lacy panties which the cursed martial artist kept for emergencies, such as enticing ancient perverted martial arts masters.

Stepping back over to Ranma, Kuno held the girl's legs and slipped the undergarment over her feet. He pulled them up her legs and settled them into place. Then he picked up Ranma's pants and pulled them onto her body, tying the cord once more at the waist. He looked between her shirt and the manacles, then sighed.

Leaning over Ranma's head, Kuno unfastened the gag and popped it out of her mouth. Running his tongue quickly over his teeth and lips, Ranma hissed, “I'm gonna fucking kill you, asshole!”

Kuno looked the girl up and down, admiring her bounteous chest. “Then perhaps I should leave you bound for now,” he suggested in a bored tone.

Suddenly scared, Ranma changed her tune. “I'm sorry, Kuno-senpai. Of course I didn't mean that,” she told her rapist in little girl tones. “It just hurt a little bit, and I think I'm getting over that. My arms are sore. Pretty please let me go?”

The older boy thought it over, then nodded. He released the manacles and Ranma sprung to her feet. She thought about kicking Kuno in the face but knew it would have no effect, and she just might find herself locked up again. Scooping up her shirt she ran for her pack, then nearly fell on lifting it. Kuno was on his feet now, looking worried. Realizing that in her current weakened condition she could not possibly outrun the boy carrying a heavy pack, Ranma abandoned it without a second thought and ran out.

Speed was not affected by the weakness moxibustion. Kuno ran out of the tent in pursuit of his love immediately, yet even so she was already out of sight by the time he emerged. Some aftereffect of the foul sorcerer's spells no doubt. Kuno thought of chasing after the girl, but no doubt she could find her way home. At the moment it was more important than ever to track down Saotome and put an end to his evil ways. He turned his face to the north, making plans.

Kasumi pulled the dirty clothes out of the bin, sorting them into loads for the laundry. It was amazing how much clothing the household went through in a week, even with Ranma and Nabiki gone. Of course, the majority of it was due to her little sister and herself. Uncle Saotome seemed perfectly happy to wear the same gi for two or three days in a row, even if he'd been working out.

Kasumi paused on lifting the next item. It was a skirt. At least, she was pretty sure it was a skirt. There was too much fabric for a belt. Though not by much. Since she herself owned nothing of the sort, this had to belong to ... Akane? Kasumi held the skirt up, trying to picture it on her sister. A blush colored her face at the scandalous image. She couldn't imagine Akane wearing anything of the sort.

And yet there it was, mixed in with the dirty clothes. Someone had worn it, and it certainly wasn't her father or Uncle Saotome. But Akane would never have worn this as regular clothing. At that thought Kasumi smiled. Of course! It must have been part of a costume, some type of cosplay, something for school. With tights, and perhaps bloomers as well, it might have been merely embarrassing. Kasumi imagined her little sister wearing such an outfit, humiliated at the way she was exposing her legs for the boys to ogle, even with the tights, showing off her thighs all the way up to ... Kasumi shuddered, feeling herself grow moist. She dropped the garment quickly on the appropriate pile.

The young woman pulled the sheets out of the washing machine and put the first load of clothes in. She then picked up the basket and carried the sheets outside to hang them to dry. While doing so she inspected them to make sure that the stains had come out. She happily noted that the linen was free of any blemish.

Kasumi would never previously have considered mentioning those stains to her sister. After all, it was not uncommon for her own sheets to be stiff with stains from her ... secretions. She sighed. If only Doctor Tofu would stop acting such a fool in her presence. He never acted that way in her imagination, when she was lying in her bed, with her fingers ... Kasumi paused, breathing hard. Yes, the Tofu of her fantasies was definitely a different man.

So she was hardly one to cast stones, and blame her sister for ... relieving her tension. But lately the amount of those stains had increased. Quite a lot. Once again she pondered talking to Akane about it, mortifying as such a conversation would be for both of them. It was especially troublesome given how much stress her little sister was under these days. What with the unexpected heart condition which had been discovered — their father broke down crying about it once a day on average — and Ranma's absence ...

Kasumi paused again at that point. Yes, Ranma was absent, and that was supposed to make the heart grow fonder, wasn't it? Perhaps with her fiancé gone, Akane had come to realize how much she wanted him, wanted to marry him and ... do the things married people do. Perhaps that was the explanation for the ... increased staining. Yes, that must be it.

Kasumi was happier now, having worked this out. It was probably for the best that Akane was relieving her stress so much. Even with that, her grades were suffering. Not much, but enough for a couple of the teachers to contact herself.

In truth, she was proud of Akane for recognizing the problem immediately and taking steps. Her sister was getting help with her schoolwork most afternoons. Nabiki hadn't been able to tell her much about the female classmate Akane studied with, although she'd confirmed that the girl, Kaede Yamaguchi, was one of the better students. Nabiki had also assured them that the boy, Hikaru Gosunkugi, was a harmless little fellow whom Akane could break with one finger, and that he got top grades in his classes. Kasumi was quite happy to know that her little sister was in such capable hands.

At that very moment one of those capable hands was slowly stroking Akane's bare back, while the other was being held tightly to the boy's side in order to resist the temptation to grab a handful of tit flesh. Akane was lying on her side on Hikaru's bed, nude, giving an occasional sniffle. Her tears had dampened his pillow, but she was getting them back under control now.

She had started crying right after Katsuo and Raiden left. The two of them had screwed her simultaneously, Raiden in her pussy and Katsuo in her ass. Akane had even begged them to do so, although there had been something in her eyes which had suggested she wanted to do anything but. The boys had come at almost the same time, filling her holes with their jism, which had triggered her own shattering climax. Then they had simply pulled out and left without another word.

Hikaru had reentered the room at that moment, just as the teenage girl curled up on her side and started weeping. He'd merely sat beside her and rubbed her back, waiting for the tears to slow down. Which they had finally done.

“So, what brought that on?” Hikaru asked gently. “It's not the first time you've been screwed by them, after all. Why all the tears?”

Akane shook her head, and sniffled again.

“Is it because you liked it so much?” the boy inquired further. “Just like at Michio's ‘party’?”

Akane's face reddened in shame, but she nodded her head despite that.

“People do like sex, you know,” Hikaru suggested. “I'm afraid we're made that way. Keeps the world populated, and all.”

She shook her head again. There was another sniffle.

Hikaru sighed. “Talk to me, would you? We're not done here, and I am gonna get my own rocks off, but that doesn't mean I have to hurt you more than necessary. Tell me what's wrong.”

Akane sniffled again. She tried to remember that this boy was one of her rapists, even if he had been coerced into it at the start. But his touch and the sound of his voice were soothing, and at least he seemed to care a little, unlike the others.

“It's because I'm a s-slut,” she said quietly, and there were tears in her words even if they were no longer pouring from her eyes. “After th-that day at Michio's, I couldn't p-pretend any more. I can't s-stand them. I hate them!” Her voice became even more broken. “But I get s-so wet before they start. I c-come so hard when they're s-screwing me. I hate them, but I need to be f-fucked, and I like it!” The word ‘like’ was practically a wail.

“So,” replied Hikaru, summarizing as if to be certain he understood, while emphasizing her shame. “You're feeling guilty because you enjoyed being fucked so much during that gang bang. And I admit, you certainly did come a lot! And now those two made you take it in both holes again, and I bet you came pretty hard again, didn't you? And you're feeling guilty because you've turned into such a slut?”

Akane nodded miserably, then wiped moisture from her eye with a finger.

“I'm not sure what to tell you, Akane,” Hikaru said calmly. That was a lie, though, because he knew exactly what he was going to tell her. “The other day I told you that you weren't really a slut. Because you didn't really want to do these things, you were being forced. But you know, I think you may be right. I think you might really be turning into a slut.”

Akane felt her chest tighten painfully, and she buried her face into the pillow. This was the boy who had tried to reassure her that it wasn't true. But now he was agreeing with her! It really must be true.

Hikaru went on thoughtfully. “Of course, you're feeling guilty about it now, but how long will that last? For now, you still know that you're not supposed to like being screwed by guys who rape you, but ... if there are no consequences, how long until you stop caring? How long before you start wanting to be fucked so bad, you no longer care whether it's guys who raped you? How long before you're crawling to them and begging to be fucked even when they haven't asked you to?”

Akane trembled under the impact of those words. They couldn't be true! They couldn't! Could they? She remembered how it felt when those cocks were pounding her in the cunt and ass, the sensations which had flooded through her, making it impossible to think, focused only on the need to come. Could she really stop caring who was attached to those cocks? She couldn't! Could she?

“You must have thought about all this,” Hikaru remarked. “Especially after that gang bang at Michio's. You must have felt really awful about the way you acted. About how much you enjoyed it. What did you think about afterward? Didn't you have any ideas for what you could do to stop acting like so much of a slut?”

Akane remembered that night all too well. The terror filled trip home. The furious way she had fingered both her pussy and her ass while lying on her bed. Imagining confessing to Ranma and being punished, and the massive climax she'd had at the end. Quietly she said, “I ... I can't tell you about that.”

Hikaru raised an eyebrow and smiled, since she wasn't looking at him. “Why? Are you afraid I'll be mad? It's okay, tell me. Or ... does it involve Ranma? Hey, that's okay too. Let's try to figure this out. So go ahead and tell me. I promise I won't get mad.”

Could she trust him? But what good would it do, even if she did?

“Or do you want to keep turning into a worse and worse slut?” the boy asked carefully. “Do you want the guilt to build up until you break? Do you want to end up grabbing any boy who's available whenever you're horny, and begging him to fuck you?”

Hikaru slid a hand over her ass and between her labia, swirling his finger around in the soaking wet slit. “Feel that, Akane? That's a cunt that wants a cock, any way it can get it. How are you going to keep it under control? I'm trying to help. If you've had any ideas, please tell me. I won't get angry, no matter what they are.”

Akane bit her lip over the waves of arousal his finger was causing. The muscles in her thighs tightened rhythmically, enhancing the stimulation. He was right. She had to find a way to control her cunt.

“I ... I ...” Akane stopped and swallowed. “I want Ranma to come home.” Her voice rose suddenly, and the words spilled out rapidly. “You said you wouldn't get mad! Please don't get mad.” She slowed back down a little. “If ... if I could confess to him, tell him everything ... if he'd punish me ... Maybe I'd stop acting like this. Maybe I'd remember not to be such a slut ... if I knew Ranma was going to spank me for it.”

“You know, that's a pretty good idea,” Hikaru said, surprising the girl. “I bet that really would work. That's what punishment is for, to get people to stop behaving in ways they shouldn't.” Then he went on sorrowfully. “Too bad that Ranma's not here. He probably could have stopped you from becoming more of a slut. Without him ...”

His voice trailed off, but then resumed more brightly. “Unless you had someone else punish you instead. Someone you trust. How about your father? Or maybe your older sister?”

Akane forgot how to breathe for a moment, panicked at the thought of her father or sister learning of her shame. Ranma — Ranma was different somehow. Ranma and sex had become intertwined in her fantasies. She could imagine confessing to Ranma, even though she expected him to be terribly disappointed in her and to punish her severely. But, her father or Kasumi? “No,” Akane whispered, “I can't.”

“Oh,” Hikaru replied. “Too bad. Well then, I guess it's just a matter of time. I suppose I'd better enjoy you while I can. I won't have as many opportunities once you start asking other boys to fuck you.”

Akane shivered at his words once again. Were those really her only choices? Would she really turn into a complete tramp if she did nothing to stop it? At the moment, she was worried it might indeed be true. How could she stop it without Ranma — could she really go to her father? But then she remembered, if she did, if she told her father what had happened, Michio would publish the photographs. But what else could she do?

“It's a pity, really,” Hikaru said. “I'd hate to see you turn into a slutty bimbo who spreads her legs for every boy she sees.”

Akane didn't want that either, and whatever else she thought of Hikaru, she was grateful that he didn't wish such a fate for her. That was when the idea occurred to her. Hikaru, wanting to help her, to keep her from turning out like that. Hikaru, who at least cared a little. If Ranma wasn't available, maybe ...

“Cou...” The word choked off, her mouth too dry to speak. Akane swallowed and licked her lips. Trying not to sound too frightened at the thought she was voicing, Akane asked, “Could you ... spank me? Punish me? I don't ... I don't want to be a slut.”

He said nothing for several long seconds, and Akane found herself scared now that he would refuse after she had found the courage to ask.

Then he spoke. “Are you certain about that? No, don't answer yet. Let me make something clear. What I want to do today is to fuck you. In both your cunt and your ass. I had no plans to spank you today, and I certainly wasn't going to make you ask me to. But if you want it, if you think it will help you, then I'm willing to punish you. But I want you to understand, it's entirely your decision. I think you're probably right, it will probably be good for you. But I'm not making you do this. If you want to be spanked, it's going to be your choice, and you're going to ask me for it all on your own.” The finger which he'd been sliding along her slit now pushed up inside her cunt, drawing a moan from her. “Now, is that what you want?”

Akane tried not to wiggle herself too much on the finger exploring inside her. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please ... spank me. I ... don't want to be a slut. I need ... need to be punished.”

Hikaru got off the bed, still fully dressed, taking her hand and pulling her up after him. “Come over here,” he said. He sat down in his desk chair, leaving her standing facing him. He admired her nude form, the tits with their pink nipples pointing at him, her hands clasped over her belly, just above the soft black triangle of hair. “You have to ask for your punishment, and tell me why you deserve it.”

Akane's stomach was filled with butterflies. But she needed this. It was her only hope of salvation. Except ... she remembered the previous spankings he'd given her. With his hand. They hadn't hurt very much. Akane pressed her thighs together at the memories.

Taking a deep breath, Akane said submissively, “Please spank me, Hikaru-sama. I want it. I need it. I've ... been a very bad girl. I behaved like a slut at Michio's house on Sunday. And ... not just then. I get turned on when boys screw me in ways I don't want, when my ... my privates are exposed outside, when I have to do other perverted things. I don't want to be like that. Even if I'm forced to do things like that, I don't want to learn to enjoy them. Please spank me. And ...” She took another deep breath. “And please use something other than your hand. I need to be spanked hard.”

With an effort, Hikaru managed to keep himself from smiling. “I'll start with my hand, but since you want it, I'll finish up with my belt. Now lie down across my lap with your ass up in the air. And you'd better not try to put your hands over your ass until after I'm done.”

Akane did as she was told, presenting her ass for her punishment. She gripped the chair legs with her hands, determined that she would not disappoint him. She breathed slowly, preparing herself for what was coming.

Seeing no need for further delay, Hikaru's hand swung down and smacked hard on Akane's ass, leaving a red print. He spanked her over and over again, until her bottom started to sting and a little moisture began to gather in her eyes.

Then Hikaru pulled the belt out of his pants. Raising it overhead, he brought it down in a fast arc. The leather impacted her rosy bottom with a sharp crack. Akane's head jerked up, and a strangled “Yaaagh!” erupted from her throat.

The belt came down over and over, turning her ass red. Each crack of leather on flesh brought a fresh cry from the girl, and forced more tears from her eyes. He stopped after a dozen strokes, admiring the stripes across her bottom and the whimpers she was helpless to stop. He caressed a hand across her ass, taking delight in the heat emanating from her flesh, enjoying the feel of her belly pressed against his hard on.

Then he turned his head toward hers, lifting his hand in surprise. Had she just ...? He replayed the whisper he had barely heard. Yes, he was certain. She had said, “More please.”

“You want more?” he asked, insisting on confirmation.

“Yes please,” she whispered, voice choked with tears.

Hikaru raised the belt and proceeded to give her ass another dozen hard strokes. By the time he was done Akane was kicking her legs and swinging her head from side to side, flinging tears from her face. Yet her hands still retained a firm grip on the chair legs.

When he stopped this time, he put the strap down, then gently rubbed her ass, tracing the welts. Her sobs slowly diminished into sniffles. While waiting for her to recover, Hikaru occasionally slipped a finger between Akane's thighs and into her sopping wet pussy. Finally he told her, “You can get up now.”

Akane slowly got to her feet, then stood there facing him, rubbing the hot flesh of her rear. Looking down, she said meekly, “Th-Thank you for spanking me, Hikaru-sama.”

Hikaru smiled triumphantly. He hadn't even gotten around to telling her to thank him! Yes, his agenda was progressing nicely. Moving on to the next stage, he asked, “What do you want now, Akane-chan?”

Akane remembered what he'd said, what was next on the itinerary. What she therefore had to ask for. She only wished her pussy didn't seem so eager. “Would you please fuck me, Hikaru-sama? In my pussy? And after you come in my cunt, would you please fuck me in the ass?”

“It would please me very much,” her classmate told her. “And I hope you're going to show me how grateful you are for what I just did by being very enthusiastic about fucking me. So why don't you lie down on the bed there and spread your legs nice and wide. Then reach down and spread your pussy for me. Show me where you want me to fuck you.”

Akane did as she was told. Yes, she should be grateful. She'd finally been punished like she deserved. Now it was his turn to get what he wanted, and she should try to help him enjoy it. She remembered the promise she had once made to Hikaru not to think about Ranma while having sex with him, and resolved to try to keep it.

Lying on her back on the bed, Akane spread her thighs as wide as she could, which for the young martial artist was very wide indeed. Reaching down with her hands she spread her folds, revealing the glistening depths within. “Please fuck me, Hikaru-sama. Please ram your cock in my pussy and fuck me good and hard. Please fill my cunt with your cum.”

Taking only long enough to pull off his clothes, Hikaru practically jumped between her legs and thrust his cock in her sopping cunt as far as it would go. He pistoned into her good and hard, bringing Akane to two screaming orgasms before pumping a huge load of jism inside her.

When he pulled out and flopped over on his side, Akane immediately sat up and leaned over, taking his cock into her mouth. She ignored the flavor of her own secretions on it, having grown accustomed to the taste. As soon as she was sure he wasn't going to go limp, she pulled her mouth back off.

Reaching over the side of the bed and into her school bag on the floor, Akane pulled out the tube of KY she now kept there at all times. She quickly used her finger to insert a large dollop past the tight sphincter of her butt, then wiped the residue off with a tissue. Pulling a pillow into the middle of the bed, she flopped face down across it, her belly resting on the pillow. Then she reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks.

“Please butt fuck me now, Hikaru-sama. I need a cock in my ass, and yours is so big, it makes me feel so full. Please make me take it all, even if I start begging you to stop. Please fuck my ass and fill it with your cum.”

Hikaru willingly obliged her, smacking her ass a couple of times when she tried to say he was too big, that she couldn't take any more. After considerable effort, he was buried balls deep in her rear. He paused there, distracting himself from immediately coming by wondering where Ranma was and how long it would be before the guy did come back. Hikaru hoped Akane's fiancé would wait long enough that he could carry her training to the point that he could continue using her even after Ranma's return.

The crisis point having passed for the moment, Hikaru returned his attention to what he was doing. He began languorously pulling himself almost all of the way out of her ass, and then shoving himself all of the way back in, absolutely loving the noises Akane made as he did so.

Ranma didn't know how far she had run since yesterday, but she knew she was exhausted. She was also growing terribly hungry. Her situation was desperate. She'd been raped, and was too weak to defend herself if she encountered any other potential molesters. She had the shirt, pants and panties she was wearing, and no other possessions, not even shoes. No pack, no money, no food. She was no longer in an area filled with hot springs, and had no means to heat water to change back to male. It was December, and she was afraid her feet might be developing frost bite. Not even she could survive like this, and Ranma began to wonder if she would be reduced to trying to steal from someone.

Then her nose lifted in the air, sniffing. The aroma, so tantalizing, was immediately identifiable. Okonomiyaki. She wondered who could be cooking such out here in the mountains. Her stomach growled loudly, and Ranma wondered if the person would be willing to share. Or whether the unknown camper might ... take advantage of a desperate girl's situation. She shuddered. She could at least take a closer look, try to decide if it was safe.

Slipping closer, Ranma peered through the leaves. What she saw made her heart beat faster with joy. Ucchan! What was her friend doing way out here, cooking okonomiyaki on a portable grill? Mouth salivating, nonetheless she held back. Would Ukyo be able to tell? Would she know what Kuno had done to her? Would she ... order her to leave in disgust?

Ranma's stomach made up her mind for her. Stepping out of hiding, she called out tentatively, “Ucchan?”

Ukyo Kuonji spun around, unable at first to credit that she had found her missing fiancé. “Ranchan! Gods, where have you been?!” She ran over and pulled Ranma into a tight embrace.

Ranma stiffened at being held like that, but then relaxed again. Her friend was a girl. Ukyo couldn't do that to her — the teenage chef might dress like a boy, but her plumbing was all female. Ranma hugged back, glad now for the comfort of the embrace. A few tears started to slip from her eyes.

Ukyo pulled back, examining Ranma closely. She frowned at the sight of the tears, wondering what was up. “I've been looking all over for you,” Ukyo said. “I never realized how hard you could be to track down. What have you been doing all this time?”

At that point Ranma's stomach growled again, and at the same time the smell of smoke reached their noses. With a yelp Ukyo sprang back to her grill to flip the meal. With a grin she turned to her fiancé, knowing full well how bottomless Ranma's stomach could be. “Hungry?” she asked.

In a flash Ranma was standing right beside her, nodding eagerly. Ukyo laughed and flipped one of the okonomiyaki toward the red-haired girl. Ranma caught it easily, juggling it a little so as not to burn her fingers. She wolfed the whole thing down in two bites.

Shaking her head, Ukyo flipped the other one to her fiancé as well, then poured more batter on the grill. “Want me to heat some water?” she asked.

Ranma froze, one small piece of okonomiyaki still in her hand. Hot water! She could be a boy again! She could forget, maybe, for a time the feel of Kuno's prick stuffed inside her, his cum slowly leaking out of her as she ran. True, it had stopped leaking sometime last evening, but she could still remember the feeling only too well. “Yes, please,” she practically begged.

Ukyo raised an eyebrow, but asked no questions. She put a pot on the grill and poured some water into it from a canteen. Then she handed the canteen to Ranma and suggested, “Could you take this over to the stream and refill it?”

Ranma nodded and did so. Ukyo frowned. Something was clearly troubling her fiancé, and she hadn't missed his complete lack of supplies. However, she thought it best to wait and see if he would bring matters up on his own.

After only a few minutes Ranma sighed in relief as she poured the hot water from the pot over her head. Her body shifted, becoming male once more. Ranma went and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree, telling himself that he felt much better now. But deep down inside he knew he could still remember the feel of Kuno lying on top of him, the cock pumping in and out of him, the orgasm he'd had. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He and Ukyo talked for a while, and he described the things he'd been doing. The temples near Yomogi valley which he'd visited. He admitted his complete lack of success so far, but tried to sound positive when he said he was sure he'd find something somewhere. Ukyo agreed supportively, assuring him that she was certain that he would, hiding her own doubts.

Looking up at the stars in the sky, Ukyo suggested, “I think it's time to call it a night. Care to share my tent, Ranchan?”

Ranma stiffened, but again remembered that Ukyo wasn't a boy, and he currently wasn't a girl. He plastered a weak smile on his face and nodded. Ukyo entered the tent and then stopped, holding the flap open. Ranma followed behind, and watched as she zipped it up.

Turning back around, Ukyo immediately began undoing the ties on her okonomiyaki chef-and-martial-artist uniform. Ranma whispered hoarsely, “U-Ucchan?”

Looking over at him, Ukyo gave a sultry smile and said, “I don't sleep in my clothes, Ranchan. But don't worry. I don't mind if you look.”

Ranma turned away resolutely, aware peripherally when she removed her top and began unwinding her chest bindings. A few minutes later her pants were tossed aside, within range of his vision. The young man tried not to imagine his friend sitting there behind him, wearing only her underpants.

After another minute Ukyo gave a soft laugh and told him, “You can look now, Ranchan. I've put on a nightshirt.”

Breathing a little more easily, Ranma gave her a weak smile, seeing that she had spoken the truth. Licking the dryness away from his lips he said, “Well, good night then, Ucchan. See you in the morning.” He lay down and closed his eyes, seeking sleep.

Ukyo pursed her lips and frowned. What was wrong with him? Did he have no libido whatsoever? Here she was, his fiancée, alone in a tent with him in the middle of nowhere. And all he was going to do was lie down and go to sleep?

Punching her pillow grumpily, Ukyo lay down with her back to the baka. To make matters even worse, with him there she couldn't pull “Little Ranma” out of her pack and get herself off. And Ukyo hated trying to go to sleep horny.

The next morning Ranma slept late, not even waking up when Ukyo made breakfast for herself. Remembering the state in which he'd been on arriving last night, Ukyo decided to let him sleep. She was in no hurry to go anywhere, after all. It wasn't until around ten o'clock that Ranma emerged blearily, rubbing his eyes.

“I-I'll be back in a minute, Ucchan,” he said nervously.

The young chef waved a hand. “Yeah. How about I get your breakfast started?”

His morning business concluded, Ranma walked back into the camp and sat down beside the grill. He happily stuffed as much food in his mouth as Ukyo was willing to cook for him. He finally leaned back, sighing in repletion.

Steeling herself, determined to learn the truth, Ukyo began, “Okay, Ranchan. I've got to ask ...”

She got no further. A sizzling sound came from the grill as a few large wet drops struck it. Seconds later they were joined by a multitude, pouring down over them. Ranma scrambled for the tent, cursing as his transformation overtook him. Ukyo was right behind, taking only enough time to grab the kettle off the grill.

Secure inside the tent, listening to the rain strike the canvas, Ranma shivered at being female once more. She saw the kettle Ukyo was holding and held out her arms. “Please ...” she practically begged.

Ukyo was growing even more disturbed. “It's too hot; you'll burn yourself. Give it a couple of minutes. In the meantime, we should get out of these wet clothes. If you keep them on, you'll just change right back into a girl again.”

Ranma looked down at the shirt plastered to her chest, the nipples showing through clearly. In a tiny voice she said, “I don't have any other clothes.”

Ukyo sighed. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. In the meantime she said, “Then you can wrap yourself in a blanket. But if you don't take those off, you won't be able to stay a guy.”

Ranma had to admit the truth in her words. Very slowly, she undid one tie after another on the shirt. Trying to ignore Ukyo, knowing the girl was watching out of the corner of her eye while removing her own clothes, Ranma pulled the shirt off over her head. She untied the cord at her waist and slipped the pants off of her legs.

Before she could go any further Ukyo asked, shocked, “Ranchan? Why are you wearing panties?”

At that point Ranma lost it. She started bawling, burying her face in her hands. A second later there were arms around her, holding her tight. Ranma leaned into the embrace, hugging her friend back, sobbing into her shoulder. She let herself go, crying herself out.

When the tears finally slowed down, Ukyo whispered, “What happened, Ranchan?” She kept her arms wrapped tightly around the smaller girl.

Ranma shook her head. She still sniffled every few seconds.

“You can't keep this locked inside you,” Ukyo told her. “Whatever it is, it's got to be big. You'll go crazy holding it in. Talk to me. Trust me. We've been friends since we were six years old.”

Ranma chose not to argue the last point. She didn't really want to tell anyone about this. Though she figured she'd have to tell Akane. And pray her fiancée wouldn't tell her to go away and never come back. But could she tell Ukyo? Ranma was pretty sure she could trust her friend, but that wouldn't make it any less painful to confess what had happened.

Then again, Ukyo had fed her. Had brought her in out of the cold. Had maybe saved her life. Maybe she did owe Ukyo an explanation.

“I ... I was in my girl form,” Ranma whispered. “K-Kuno found me.”

Ukyo tensed, hoping to God this wasn't going where she feared it was.

“I thought I'd convinced him to go off on a wild goose chase after me. The boy me, I mean. But he decided that ... that ... it was a chance ... he wanted ... he ... oh God! He raped me, Ucchan!” She dropped her face in her hands, crying some more.

Ukyo was frozen, unable to believe it at first. Ranchan, her Ranchan, had been raped? By the bumbling idiot Tatewaki Kuno? That ... couldn't be possible. Ranma was too good. Too skilled. Okay, right now she was as weak as a baby, but she still had her speed right? How could this have happened?

Ukyo cleared her throat. “Is that why ... all your supplies ...?”

Ranma nodded mournfully. “I ran as soon as I got the chance. He was planning to keep me with him for a few days. The pack was too heavy, I wouldn't have been able to outrun him. All I had were the clothes I was wearing.”

Ranma suddenly realized that Ukyo's bosom was pressed against her own. That the other girl was also clad only in panties. She tried to push away. “I-I'm sorry, Ucchan ...”

Ukyo held on. “It's all right, Ranma. You just suffered something horrible. Let me hold you.”

Ranma gradually relaxed again, while Ukyo fought with her own subconscious. She'd kept herself pure for him. Granted, there hadn't been any suitors knocking on her door to tempt her. Except for Tsubasa. She shuddered. But the point was, their first time was supposed to be with each other. Except Ranma wasn't a virgin any more.

On the other hand, Ranma had lost her virginity as a girl. Did that count? He apparently still hadn't had sex as a guy. So his first time that way could still be with her. She was more than a bit disappointed, but ... Well, what was done was done. And it was true that Ranma hadn't been able to defend herself. Ukyo decided that she could forgive Ranma for this.

On yet another hand, Ranma was still absolutely weak. Even as a guy. Shampoo was gone, but Kodachi was presumably still around. And even ordinary girls were stronger than Ranma now. What if one of them got their mitts on him? Ranma wouldn't be able to escape. With enough temptation, any guy would cave in. Even Ranma. Unless the two of them remained in the middle of nowhere, there could be a very real chance that she might not be Ranma's first with his true form.

Ukyo licked her lips and shifted her thighs, feeling how slippery she had grown at their junction. Just because Ranma was too dense to take advantage of their situation here didn't mean that she couldn't initiate matters. She could secure her claim on him. Surely he'd never leave her once they were lovers. And she'd be doing him a huge favor as well, helping to wipe away the memory of Kuno ... Ukyo stopped there, trying to suppress the image which sprung up in her mind.

A little breathlessly, Ukyo suggested, “Why don't I get that hot water for you. Okay?”

Ranma nodded, feeling a little better now. Maybe it had helped to talk about it.

As she crawled to the other side of the tent, Ukyo said, “You'd better take off those panties before you change back to a boy. Might be a bit uncomfortable. Besides, they're probably wet too.”

“Um, yeah,” Ranma replied nervously. She slid the underpants off and wrapped the blanket around herself. Then she looked up to see Ukyo crawling back with the kettle. She noticed something else as well. Ukyo was now completely nude.

“U-U-Ukyo?” Ranma stuttered. “Wh-What happened to ... why are you ...?”

“Mine were wet too,” she chuckled, not mentioning how they had become wet. “Stop being so shy, Ranchan. It's not like you've never seen a girl's privates before. I know that you take baths.”

“Th-That's different,” Ranma protested. Then hot water poured over her red hair, changing it back to black and converting her plumbing back to male. “Hey! Be careful!” Ranma yelped. “You're getting the blanket all wet!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry about that, Ranchan.” She pulled the sodden fabric away from him, ignoring his ineffectual resistance. “Let's go wrap up in the other one.”

Unable to prevent himself from being pulled along, Ranma said in a troubled voice, “Ukyo ... you-you're making me nervous. Let go. Please?”

“I'm not going to hurt you, Ranma,” the girl said. Then she took a deep breath. “In fact, the way I hear it, I'm the one it's going to hurt.”

Ranma was now thoroughly alarmed. “Ukyo, let go. I want to get out of here.”

Instead she pulled him closer, pressing her chest against his. Ranma squirmed at the feeling of her diamond hard nipples drilling into his skin. “Ukyo ...”

“Quiet, Ranma,” she told him, pushing her lips against his. Ranma tried to twist away, but a hand pressed to the back of his head easily prevented that.

When she broke the kiss, Ranma begged, “Stop! For God's sake!”

“There's no need to be nervous, Ranma,” Ukyo reassured him. “I want this. And what's more, I want to help you forget what Kuno did. I want to make love to you the way you were intended, with you inside of me, not the other way around.”

“You can't make me forget Kuno by doing the same thing he did!”

Ukyo frowned. “Don't say things like that.”

“But I don't want this!” he said forcefully, trying to break through and make her see reason.

“All guys want this,” Ukyo responded with conviction, pushing him down to lie flat on his back. Taking his cock in her hand, she swallowed nervously at the size. Would that thing really fit? At least its erect state declared his words to be a lie, revealing the true nature of his desires. “This big fellow here definitely wants it,” she said, trying to hide her concern.

“That don't mean nothing,” Ranma growled through gritted teeth. “It's hard in the morning when I haveta take a piss, too. You're supposed to be my friend! You can't do this! You'd be no better than Kuno!”

“Stop saying that, dammit!” Ukyo practically shouted. “That bastard raped you. I'm going to make love to you. And I'm not just your friend, I'm your fiancée, or have you forgotten? We're going to be married someday, and then we'll do this all the time.”

Ukyo's straddled him, her pelvis and the hands on his chest holding him down without effort. Ranma's hands gripped her arms, but all of his tugging availed him nothing. She started to slide her slit along the length of his cock, back and forth, coating it with her juices. Ranma could feel how wet she was, and knew that there might not be much time.

“Ukyo, please!” he begged. “I don't want it like this! Please come to your senses!”

She lifted one hand and stroked her fingers along his cheek. “You need it, Ranchan. That bastard Kuno damaged you. You need me to show you how it's supposed to be. Stop fussing. I'm sure that once we get started, it'll be fine.” She slipped a little further forward, nestling the head of his cock between her petals.

Ranma was going crazy. He was kicking his legs and beating on her arms, all of it uselessly. He felt like a helpless girl. Again. Ukyo didn't even seem to notice. She was leaning forward now, trying to get the right angle, a hand reaching between them to better position him for entry.

“Oh God, no! No!” Ranma screamed. “Please don't take this from me! It's supposed to be Akane! Stop!”

Ukyo froze. Surely she hadn't heard correctly. Akane? She looked down at the boy lying underneath her. Her words were glacial. “What do you mean? Akane?”

He was almost crying, despite being male. “My first time's supposed to be with her. When we get married.” Belatedly he realized what he was saying, and to whom.

Ukyo hissed, literally. “You're supposed to marry me! I'm your fiancée! You and Akane don't even like each other!”

Ranma figured that the ... feline animal ... was well and truly out of the bag now. And maybe this was really what she needed to hear, in order to return to sanity. He noticed that she had stopped, though he wished she'd get off of him.

Taking a deep breath, Ranma said quietly, “I'm sorry, Ucchan. But ... I love Akane. You're my friend ... but she's the one I want to marry.”

Ukyo suddenly understood the expression ‘seeing red.’ She figured that a couple of blood vessels must have burst in her eyes. This low-life goddamned motherfucking son-of-a-bitch was planning to marry Akane instead of her?! After everything she'd done for him? After everything Akane had done to him? Was he out of his fucking mind?

“No, Ranchan,” Ukyo growled. “You're going to marry me.” She repositioned his prick with her hand, settling herself into place.

“No Ukyo!”

Ukyo looked him straight in the eye. “And I guarantee this. Your first fuck as a guy is not going to be with Akane!”

With that she slammed her hips down, screaming as she rammed his cock inside herself to the hilt. Ranma screamed as well, though in his case the pain was not physical, but instead came from the tearing of his heart. Ukyo shuddered for several long seconds, tears helplessly spilling from her eyes. Then she let out a long breath and slid herself slowly upward.

The pain slowly diminished as Ukyo pushed herself up and down along his stiff rod. It remained quite uncomfortable, though, and she suspected there was little chance of getting off herself. It was obvious that the “Little Ranma” she kept in her pack was indeed little when compared to the real thing. Not that it mattered any longer. Since the real thing was hers now.

Ukyo leaned further forward, her nipples almost brushing the backs of her hands on Ranma's chest. She whispered, “There. That's better now, right? You're going to forget all about Kuno, and Akane, and all of that nonsense, aren't you?”

Ranma turned his face to the side, making Ukyo frown. Ignoring her own discomfort, she began to pump herself a little more vigorously on his cock, trying to make sure she got through to him. From the tenseness in his face, she suspected she was. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later he grunted and Ukyo felt his hips buck upward a couple of times.

The teenage girl relaxed, satisfied. She could get herself off with her finger later, and once her pussy had a chance to recover, she was sure that screwing Ranma would be just as much fun as Little Ranma always had been. She cleared her throat to get his attention, but he didn't turn to look at her.

“Come on, Ranchan. That was fun, wasn't it? Just think, once we're married we can do that all you want!”

“Get off me,” he said coldly. “I don't ever want you to touch me again. I don't ever want to see you again! And if Akane won't take me back because of what you did, you'd better find a deep, dark hole to hide in.”

Ukyo flashed over into rage. The idiot was still fixated on Akane? After he'd screwed her? After she'd accepted his semen into her body? It was time to make a few things clear to her fiancé.

“Oh, I'm gonna be touching you again, Ranchan,” she told him, her voice hard. “You're going to marry me and no one else. I'm gonna be ...” She stopped to do a quick mental calculation. “I should be ovulating in about four days. We're going to stay out here for a week. And we're going to make love every single day. And by the end of that week I should be pregnant, with your baby.”

Ranma was now facing her, his eyes wide with horror. Ukyo continued speaking, her voice triumphant. “And after that, you and I are going back to Nerima. And we'll keep making love every day just to be sure. And as soon as we're back, we'll go straight to the Tendo's and tell everyone that you and I are having a baby and we plan to get married as soon as possible.” Her eyes turned cold. “You think little Miss ‘All boys are perverts’ Akane will take you back after that?”

Ranma was shaking his head, his mouth moving to say the word ‘no’ except that no sound was coming out.

Ukyo finally lifted herself off of him, wincing at how sore she was. “I'm afraid that's the way it's going to have to be, Ranchan. The sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be. It looks like the rain's stopped. I'm going to go take a bath at the stream. Oh, stop looking like something a dog spat up! You'll thank me for this eventually.”

No more words were spoken as Ukyo gathered a few bathing supplies and a change of clothes, then slipped out of the tent, still nude. Ranma listened to her feet pad away.

You'll pay for this, Ukyo, Ranma swore. I swear to God, I'll make you pay. My God, you really do believe I want this, don't you? You didn't tie me up or anything.

With that Ranma slipped his wet clothing back on, even the panties, grimacing as the waterlogged cloth turned him female once more. She quickly rifled Ukyo's pack, stealing several pairs of socks, a spare shirt, some money and some food. She wrapped it all in the shirt and hurried outside, only a few minutes having elapsed since Ukyo's departure.

Glancing toward the stream to make sure she wasn't visible, Ranma took off running, as quietly as she could. As soon as she'd put a good distance between herself and Ukyo's camp, Ranma started using every trick her father had ever taught her to conceal her trail.

She still wasn't sure where she was going. But she was damned sure she wasn't going to let Ukyo find her. Not until she was fully prepared for their reunion.

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