Moxibustion Violation 10

Chapter 10

Akane knocked nervously on the door of Michio's house. While she waited for him to answer, her thoughts flashed back to the scene at school before the first bell.

“Michio?” She said his name timidly. The boy turned to her with a lifted eyebrow. Struggling for composure, Akane went on. “I ... I know I was supposed to ...” She looked around, whispered. “do it with you at lunch, but ... I, um, my monthly ...”

“You're bleeding?” he asked bluntly. Akane nodded, red faced. Michio snorted. “Okay. I've been wondering when you'd start. I'll let the other guys know that unless they're willing to deal with the mess, they'll need to refocus their attentions to other possibilities for the next few days. Speaking of which, you'll be giving me a blowjob during lunch. And you're still to come by my house this afternoon. I don't know if the other guys will want to use you, but I got a little project for you to do.”

So here she was, her stomach cramping painfully. She didn't know whether it was her period, or the fear of what this ‘project’ might be. Then the door opened to reveal Michio's smirking face.

“Good, you're here,” the boy grinned. “Tanjiro will be by later, but Takeo said to forget it. Seems a friend of his has tickets to some game. Said he'd pass it up for a fuck, but a blowjob wasn't incentive enough. Well, don't stand out there letting the cold in. Get your cute little butt in here.”

Akane went inside, taking off her coat and shoes. Then she followed Michio into the family room. She tried not to tremble as her eye took in the place where they'd gang banged her last weekend. In a way, she was troubled more by the memory of her own reactions, then by what the gang of boys had done to her.

Michio picked up a stack of three video cassettes from the low table, saying, “These are for you. That is, you're gonna borrow 'em. I expect 'em back this weekend.” He put them back down. “They're real interesting films. All about women learning to serve men, the way they're supposed to. Some of the women take a lot of educating before they learn the lesson.”

“You mean they're porn,” Akane said with disgust.

“That too,” Michio replied agreeably. “But for you, they're homework. Study them real closely. This coming weekend I'm gonna give you a test on 'em. At least a couple of pages long. Every wrong answer you give, that'll be one less piece of clothing you wear home. Two wrong answers and you go home without any underwear. Three wrong answers, and things start getting interesting.”

Akane tried not to shrink in on herself. Walking home without underwear ... she ought to be able to survive that. The flow should have stopped by Sunday afternoon, and she'd made the trip without underwear before. But would he really make her walk home more fully exposed? And when was she supposed to find time to study the tapes?

Clearing her throat, the teenage girl tentatively pointed out, “We only have one VCR in our home. It's in the family room. I can't watch these there.”

Her molester shrugged. “When you do it is up to you. You can watch one here, right now, before Tanjiro comes over. You could also watch 'em here, or over Gosunkugi's, other days. Or try to sneak into the AV room in the library at school. I don't care. But you'd better hope you don't fail that test, 'cause I'll make you walk home naked if that's the score you get.”

Knowing all too well he was a man of his word when it came to things like this, Akane picked up one of the cassettes. With a muffled sigh, she turned to the VCR by the television and pushed the tape inside. She picked up the remote control, turned the television on, and settled back on the couch to watch.

A few minutes into the film, as the drugged woman on the screen was waking up to find herself in a dungeon, Michio plopped down on the couch beside Akane. He had a bowl of popcorn, which he offered. When Akane gave a small shake of her head, the boy shrugged, picked up a large handful and stuffed it in his mouth. Then he put his other arm around Akane, pulled her close, and began squeezing her tit while they watched the show together.

Ranma stumbled through the mountains, feeling as lost as Ryoga. She'd managed to lose her sense of position during the blind run from Kuno, and hadn't bothered to ask Ukyo exactly where they were at the time. She knew which direction she was going now, but without knowing where she was starting from that didn't help a lot. One patch of mountain looked pretty much like another from the ground.

To make matters even worse, it had snowed overnight, enough to leave a thin layer of white on the ground. The two layers of socks on her feet were wet and freezing, and her toes were turning numb again. She'd put the shirt she'd taken from Ukyo over top of her own, but it still wasn't helping much. Ranma reflected bitterly that Japan was supposed to be a densely populated country. Why was she having so much trouble finding any sign of habitation?

On top of the cold, Ranma was struggling with feelings of despair beyond anything to which she was accustomed. So far she had found no hope of a cure for her weakness. She'd been raped as a girl by that bastard Kuno, and what Ukyo had done to him could only be called rape as well. What other devastations was Fate planning to drop on her?

There was one possible calamity that Ranma didn't want to think about. Up until the day she'd left Nerima she'd continued to bicker and fight with Akane, all because she wasn't ready to give in to her father's wishes and marry right away. But Ranma had told the truth to Ukyo. She'd gone and fallen in love with Akane. In her dreams, she'd begun imagining what a life together with her might be like. Now Ranma feared that dream might have been snatched away from her. Could Akane forgive her for having sex with Kuno and Ukyo? Her fiancée wasn't exactly known for being entirely rational on matters pertaining to sex.

In any case, she had to try to find a cure before returning to Akane. She wasn't any use to anyone like this. Which meant figuring out where she was, and getting back to Yomogi Valley and its environs, and finding that cure.

Ranma was also wondering who else she might run into out here. With every tree she passed, she imagined coming across another familiar face. Would it be Akane, stubbornly come looking for him like she had the first time he'd gone to Yomogi Valley? Or maybe Ryoga, lost like always, stumbling across him by accident? Or his old man, come to drag his wayward son home? Or ...

“Ranma?!”

The red-haired girl spun around at the familiar shout. Damned if it ain't Ryoga! she thought. He looked no different from usual, clothing rumpled, hair held back by his yellow bandanna, huge pack carried on his back. Ranma thought about her current state, and backed away a little. She wasn't afraid of Ryoga trying to kill her, he'd had ample opportunity since this mess started and refused to do so. But after her experience with Kuno, her instincts screamed not to let him get too close.

“What the hell are you doing on Hokkaido?” the boy demanded.

Ranma sighed in exasperation. “Ryoga, can't you even keep straight what island you're on?! If you got to know, I happen to be lost at the moment myself. But I know I never crossed any ocean. Which means we're on Honshu, and we ought to be somewhere toward the southern part of Tohoku.”

Ryoga reached up and scratched the back of his head. “Heh. If you say so. So what're you doing out here? You found a cure yet?”

Ranma hung her head, shaking it.

Ryoga took a closer look at his rival. She didn't look so good. “Where's your pack and stuff? Your shoes, for God's sake? You got a camp set up nearby?”

Ranma was ashamed of the truth. At the same time, she knew she needed help. Equally, she remembered what sort of ‘help’ she'd received from Ukyo. Deciding that there wasn't any point in pretending that everything was hunky-dory, she admitted, “I, uh, lost all my stuff. I was trying to find a place where I could get some replacements.”

Ryoga was still looking the girl over closely. He could tell the socks on her feet were wet. His eyes saw the shivers she was trying to suppress. There was a trace of gauntness to her features, which spoke of not eating very well recently. He sighed. He was supposed to hate Ranma, right? Why did Fate insist on putting him in situations where he had to help the bastard instead?

“You need to get warm,” Ryoga announced. “Find a good spot to set up camp, would you? And try not to let me wander off.”

Ranma nodded, finding a fairly flat spot after hiking for several more minutes. A tiny stream trickled down nearby, providing enough water for drinking and cooking. There was also plenty of deadfall for a fire.

Ryoga took a look around. “Pretty good,” he admitted, shrugging off his pack. Digging into the pack, he tossed Ranma some trail mix. “Here, have something to eat. I'll get a fire started.” Under Ranma's watchful eye, the boy gathered wood, and soon had a large blaze going. Ranma moved in as close as she dared. Ryoga dug out a pot, filled it with water from the stream, and set it close to the fire to heat up so that Ranma could change back to a guy.

Ryoga sat down beside Ranma, also appreciating the fire's warmth. “You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked.

Ranma shook her head, staring at the pot of water. How long before it was hot enough to transform her? “You trying to get anywhere in particular?” she asked to pass the time.

Ryoga smirked. Just because he was saving his rival's butt didn't mean he was going to start like the guy ... girl. Leaning back a little, he said, “We gotta face facts, Ranma. Unless you find a cure, you're gonna be stuck as a weakling the rest of your life. And Akane needs a man.”

Ranma snarled, “And who's that supposed to be? You, P-chan?”

Ryoga scowled. “Yeah, me, as a matter of fact. As soon as I find my way back to Nerima, I'm gonna tell her the truth. About how I feel. With you out of the way, Akane shouldn't have any trouble seeing I'm the best guy for her.”

The red-haired girl clenched her fists at her sides. “You'll never be the right guy, pig boy. Akane's my fiancée. I'm the one who's gonna marry her.”

Ryoga's eyes widened, startled. Ranma had tried to keep him away from Akane any number of times. But never before had he ... she ... admitted that she wanted to marry Akane. His scowl deepened.

His voice scathing, he said, “And you think Akane's going to want to marry you, the way you are now? You really believe she's gonna think you're worthy of her, when you can't defend yourself against anybody?”

This hit Ranma in the gut like a punch, far harder than Ryoga could possibly have known. She was already scared to death that Akane wouldn't think she was worthy of her, not after what Kuno and Ukyo had done. Ranma spun away, trying to regain control. She started crying, tears running down her cheeks. Try though she might, she couldn't keep her whimpers silent.

Ryoga was shocked. Never would he have imagined Ranma breaking down like this. And why? What had he said, to set her off like this? That stuff about how weak she was? But she'd been like that for weeks now. Why start carrying on like this, all of a sudden?

Ryoga, feeling very awkward, put a hand out and touched Ranma's back. “Hey, I didn't mean ...”

Ranma flinched away from the touch as if it burned, causing Ryoga to stop in mid-sentence. What the hell is wrong with her? the boy wondered. Aloud he said, “Look man, you got to face facts. Besides, I bet that Ukyo would still be happy to marry you.”

This didn't seem to have the desired effect. Ryoga had never been able to handle a crying girl. That the crying girl in this case was Ranma made it all the more bizarre and impossible. What should he do? What could he do?

“Dammit man!” Ryoga practically yelled. “Pull yourself together! You're acting like a girl who's been taken advantage of.”

At that Ranma froze. In a choked voice she asked, “How did ...?” but could get no further.

Ryoga felt like his brain splintered. Did Ranma really mean ...? Had some guy ...? He swallowed hard, nervously. “Ranma ... did some guy ... hurt you?” he asked quietly.

Ranma didn't answer. She just wrapped her arms more tightly around herself, scrunching down.

“Oh shit,” Ryoga whispered. “Ranma, I ...” He stopped. Words were useless. At the moment this was no longer his hated rival. She was a frail girl, who had suffered the worst fate that any girl could suffer. Taking a deep breath, he moved closer, then pulled Ranma into his arms.

“Don't touch me!” Ranma screamed.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” Ryoga said softly, soothingly. He pulled her onto his lap, tucking her head under his chin, face down on his shoulder. “You're safe. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Cry if you have to. You have the right. Take it easy. And later on, if you're feeling up to it, maybe you can tell me who did this. So I can help you track the motherfucker down and kill him.”

Ranma continued to struggle, trying hopelessly to break free. After several minutes passed, she started to quiet down, realizing the futility. In a way, she did start to feel safer. Ryoga had protected her, she remembered, back in Nerima when Kuno and Mousse and the others had first learned of his weakness and attacked him. More tears came then, and Ryoga just held her while she cried herself out.

Ryoga was feeling damned awkward. This was Ranma in his arms, for God's sake! But she was also a girl, and she had suffered terribly, and for the moment at least she was finding a measure of comfort where she was. He heard her sobs quiet down and eventually stop. Ryoga began to wonder if he should suggest getting the water and changing Ranma back to a guy. It was bound to be hot enough by now.

This was the scene which presented itself to the eye when an ancient martial arts master came to a stop, balanced on the branch of a nearby tree. Ranma, the heir to his school whom he'd been trying to track down, sitting there in her beautiful, buxom female form. Why the boy insisted on calling it a curse the old man would never know. Further, she was sitting in the lap of some boy, that fellow, what was his name? Ryoga. That was it. Ryoga Hibiki.

Happosai had been pursuing Ranma for reasons of his own, but he felt his plans suddenly shifting. The romantic nature of the scene before him affected the old pervert's relentless libido. But it was too ... benign. The Ryoga boy should have had his hands inside Ranma's clothes, fondling her, getting her undressed. Showing her the joys of being female. Yes. Happosai had been planning to have some fun with his heir on the way to accomplishing his final goals, but opportunity had presented him with an unexpected additional entertainment.

Seeing how wrapped up in each other the two teenagers were, Happosai didn't think they were likely to notice him. Nonetheless, he moved as stealthily as he could. Creeping close, he stuffed a hand down inside the huge pack sitting on the ground near the couple. Moving in closer, his hands darted out, touching several points on the boy's back, then reaching around and touching some points on the girl as well. Leaping away, he returned to the trees, moving back to a spot where he could watch but was unlikely to be seen.

Ryoga felt something as if a bug had crawled on his back, and reached one arm behind to scratch. He thought again about the hot water, but then decided to forget about it until Ranma suggested it. After all, she certainly felt a lot better like this. Ryoga shook his head slightly. What the hell was he thinking? Although it was true, Ranma did make a beautiful girl. Ryoga choked slightly. Had he really thought that?

Ryoga looked down at the girl in his arms. Her large bosom was pressed against his firm chest. Her cute, heart-shaped ass was visible to his eyes, sitting on his knee. He wondered what that ass would look like ...

Ryoga shook his head harder. Akane! He was going to find his way back to Nerima, and tell Akane how he felt. He would tell Akane that he loved her, and she would admit how she had always loved him, and they'd be together forever after. She was the only girl he should be thinking about like that. And definitely not a girl who was really a guy.

Although, when you came right down to it, the body in his arms really was a girl. One hundred percent. And a pretty well stacked girl at that. It occurred to Ryoga that after he and Akane started dating, they would kiss, and make out, and move on to other things. He'd hate to think of himself fumbling those moves, doing it wrong, maybe hurting her. Ranma was a lot tougher than Akane. Maybe he should get in some practice first?

The hand he'd used to scratch behind him was brought back around and placed on Ranma's ass. Ryoga rubbed, marveling at the firm but soft flesh.

Ranma's head shot up. “Ryoga! What ...?”

Ryoga's other hand came up and cupped Ranma's boob. He squeezed gently, running a thumb over the nipple.

“Stop th...!” Ranma's eyes crossed. She suddenly couldn't think. A torrent of electrical fire ran up her nerves from her nipple straight into her brain, shorting out every circuit along the way. From her brain it went directly down her spine, and blasted into her clit. As Ryoga's thumb brushed her nipple again, she let out a heavy, moaning, “Oh, God!”

Seeing Ranma's face pointed more or less in his direction, Ryoga leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Ranma tried to turn away, but Ryoga brought his hand up from her ass and placed it on the back of her head. He kissed more firmly, then slipped his tongue between her lips, seeking and then dancing with Ranma's tongue.

While kissing her, Ryoga's hand left Ranma's tit to unbutton the outer shirt. When that was done, he undid the ties on the inner shirt. All the while, he ignored the girl's hand holding his wrist. As soon as both shirts were undone, Ryoga slipped his hand inside to cover the large mammary. As his fingers pressed into the yielding flesh, he felt her hard nipple digging into his palm.

Ranma was going insane. It was almost impossible to think. It was like every spot Ryoga touched was wired directly to the pleasure centers in her brain. Why was Ryoga doing this? He knew she was a guy. They were rivals. He couldn't want this. He'd said she was safe. And she'd believed him. Why couldn't she tell Ryoga to stop? Well, of course, there was a tongue in her mouth just at the moment. She did want Ryoga to stop. Didn't she?

Her shirts slid down her arms and disappeared. Between the crackling fire and her own inner heat, she seemed to be quite warm enough. Ryoga's hand was fumbling with the cord at her waist now. If she didn't stop this, Ryoga was going to ... Ranma tried pushing against Ryoga's chest. It was like trying to shove a mountain aside.

Ryoga took hold of Ranma's pants at the waist. His fingers hooked inside her panties at the same time. Both of them were pulled down her legs. The boy tossed them aside. His fingers pushed their way between her clenched thighs, feeling strands of hair brush along his thumb. She was absolutely soaking, fluid flowing out of her like a river. Ryoga's finger brushed across her clitoris.

Ranma exploded, her body jerking in Ryoga's arms. The orgasm was mind shattering, and all he'd done was to touch her! When Ranma finally stilled, she hung limply in Ryoga's arms, gasping for breath.

Ryoga was more turned on than he could ever remember being in his life. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity go to waste. Holding the semiconscious Ranma in one arm, he reached into his pack with the other. Managing to work a blanket out from its depths, he tossed it open, allowing it to settle to the ground beside the fire. Then he went to work removing his own clothes.

As the boy lay her down on the blanket on her back, Ranma realized what was happening. “No! Ryoga, don't,” she protested weakly. He ignored her, putting a hand between her legs to cup her sex, the middle finger easily sliding into her slick opening. Ranma arched her back, her chin going up into the air, a long, loud moan warbling from her throat.

“Sounds to me like you want it,” Ryoga commented. “But don't worry,” he went on, “this is a one night stand. Akane's the girl I want to settle down with. Not you.”

“Please, stop!” Ranma begged, as she pumped her hips trying to push the finger in farther.

“It's obvious you want it,” the boy sneered. “Look at you. Why don't you just admit it?” He pushed a second finger into her cunt, and started rubbing his thumb over her clit.

“Aaahhhh!” Ranma screamed, hips lifting off the ground entirely. “Oh! ... My! ... God!” She convulsed violently, as a second orgasm overwhelmed her.

Ryoga's eyebrows rose to his hairline at her behavior. Who would have thought? When she settled back down he pushed the two fingers inside her once more, causing her to vent a shuddering moan. Within seconds she was rolling her hips in rhythm with the movements of his fingers. Her nipples were standing up like twin towers atop the globes on her chest.

“Ryoga, please, no ... I don't ... don't want ... stop ...”

“Bullshit,” he said. “Let's see what you say after this.” Bending down he placed his mouth over the nearest nipple, sucking it up between his lips. His thumb found her clit once more.

“Ah, no, stop!” Ranma begged. “I can't take it!”

Ryoga kept up his assault until he sensed that Ranma was on the verge of another explosion. Then he pulled his fingers out of her, withdrawing the hand. He stopped sucking on her nipple, only sticking out his tongue to flick it every few seconds. Along with the tongue flicks, his finger lightly brushed her labia, as Ranma strained to press herself more firmly against the touch.

“Nnn! Nnn! Nnn!” grunted Ranma, trying to bring her clit in contact with the finger which stayed just out of reach.

“Want to come, Ranma?” asked Ryoga innocently.

Ranma was sweating. “Go - to - hell, fucker!” she panted.

Ryoga touched his thumbnail to her clit for the briefest instant, making Ranma jump. “Not yet,” he said. “But let me know when you want to come.” He kept up the feathery touches.

Ranma was going out of her mind. The orgasm was right there, and she couldn't reach it. She needed it. She needed it terribly. And Ryoga knew it. She struggled to win. “Mmmm!” she grunted with the strain. A finger touched the entrance to her vagina for a moment, bringing a quick wave of gratitude, but then it withdrew, crushing her. “Please!” she begged.

“Please what, Ranma?”

“Please ... make me come,” she pleaded, thighs flexing again and again with the effort to reach the teasing fingers.

“I'll be happy too,” Ryoga told her, bringing an immediate sense of relief to Ranma. But then he said, “After you ask me to fuck you.”

“No! No! No!” Ranma cried. “I won't! Bastard. Make me coooooome!”

“Just say, ‘Please fuck me’,” Ryoga whispered. “That's all you need to say. Then you can come.” He began licking the other nipple, and brushing his fingers through her red fur, occasionally allowing them to slip into the very top of her cleft.

Ranma couldn't. She wouldn't say it. But she was dying. The motherfucking bastard was killing her at last. She was going to die of unrequited orgasm. Why was this happening? She couldn't think. She needed to come. She needed it so bad. Why couldn't she come? There was something, something she needed to say. Then she could come.

“Please fuck me,” Ranma whispered, only just audibly.

Ryoga rolled over on top of her, pushing his cock into her cunt. With one hard, smooth thrust he sheathed it all the way inside. Ranma screamed, bucking and shaking, held down by his weight. When the orgasm passed, she didn't reopen her eyes. It took Ryoga several seconds to realize she had passed out. Should he stop? Or keep going?

Why the hell not? Ryoga thought. Her pussy feels just as good when she's out cold.

He continued sliding his cock in and out of her, reveling in the sensation. He was actually fucking a girl. Okay, so what if it was Ranma? She was a girl right now, and that was what counted. He kept up the motions, hoping he could make this moment last.

When Ranma returned to consciousness, it only took her an instant to realize that Ryoga was screwing her. An instant later she realized that unlike Kuno, she wasn't in pain. In fact, it felt really damned good. But that wasn't right. She was a guy. She wasn't supposed to like this!

“Stop, Ryoga, please,” she whispered.

“No - way - in - hell,” the boy grunted. Instead he picked up the pace. He lifted himself so he could see where his cock was entering the girl. The sight of her pussy lips stretched around its circumference intrigued him. As he pulled out, he noted the glistening sheen of her juices along his length. As he pushed back in, he watched in wonder as his staff disappeared inside her body.

Ranma moaned. Ryoga looked up and chuckled. “Going to come again?” he asked. “I guess it's true what they say about girls and multiple orgasms. A little benefit to your curse you probably never thought about before, eh?” Ranma made no answer, except to moan again.

Ryoga started to move even faster, really slamming into the girl now. Ranma didn't seem to mind, moaning loudly with each thrust, pushing back with her hips to take him even deeper. Finally Ryoga started pummeling her in hard, short strokes, grunting, “Here - it - comes.” Then he arched his back and howled, slamming his cock into her one more time, pumping her full of his seed.

Unable to think coherently, the only thing Ranma was aware of was the overloaded pleasure centers in her body. When Ryoga slammed into her that last time she shot across the peak, climaxing furiously yet again. It was only when Ryoga pulled his wet and dripping prick out of her, and some measure of rational thought began to return, that Ranma realized the boy had deposited a load of cum in her cunt, just like Kuno. She struggled to get up, wondering if she could find the strength to run away.

Ryoga stood up and stretched. He felt absolutely great! Idly he thought about how good it would feel when he could finally do this with Akane. Looking down, he frowned at the shiny glint of his half erect dick, covered in moisture. Ranma's moisture. He looked at the girl who had struggled up as far as her knees, and a smile curved his lips.

Stepping closer, Ryoga said, “Here Ranma. Open wide.”

Ranma turned his way. “Whaa...?” was all she managed to say before a plump cock was shoved inside her mouth, choking off further speech. Ranma tried to scramble back, but a hand behind her head prevented escape. She tried to bite down, but couldn't do any damage.

A hand slapped against the side of her head, making Ranma's ears ring. “No biting,” Ryoga said sternly. “Now start cleaning me off.”

“Guh tooh heh,” Ranma grunted around the thick sausage filling her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but stopped when Ryoga merely made a “mmmh” sound.

Ryoga looked down and sighed. “Well, if you won't do the work, then I will.” His hips moved back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of Ranma's mouth, sliding it over her tongue. No matter how Ranma tried to move her head, she couldn't escape the invasion.

Still receiving no cooperation, Ryoga started fucking her mouth harder. He was fully erect now, and it was taking an effort not to ram his cock all the way into her throat. After a couple of more minutes he gave a shouted “Yes!” and came again.

Ranma choked as warm semen flooded her mouth. She tried to ignore what she knew it to be, but it was impossible. She knew perfectly well what was coating her tongue, her teeth, the insides of her cheeks, her palate ... starting to run down her throat. She tried to spit some out around the dick still resting on her tongue, but Ryoga immediately withdrew himself and clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Now, now, none of that, Ranma,” Ryoga said cheerfully. “It's good for you. Lots of protein.”

Ranma glared at him, refusing to swallow, even though that meant continuing to taste it on her tongue. Ryoga sighed and then pinched her nose closed. After about a minute, Ranma started to panic. She couldn't breathe at all, either through her mouth or nose. He wasn't letting go. He wasn't going to let go. Not unless she ...

Surrendering to the inevitable, Ranma swallowed. She took a couple of big gulps, getting down most of the contents of her mouth, before Ryoga released her. Wearily she looked up and said, “Bastard.”

Ryoga just chuckled again, turning toward his pack. Ranma reached for her pants, figuring that as soon as she was dressed she was going to be on the run yet again. However, Ryoga grabbed her, pulling her back.

“Stay where you are,” the boy said. “We're not done yet.”

Ranma turned fearful eyes on him. “B-But ... you've already done everything. You ... you're not planning to screw me again ... are you?”

Ryoga smiled, then dug around in his pack with one arm, while keeping an eye on Ranma. He made a little “aah” sound, then pulled his arm back out. It was holding a bottle of cooking oil.

“Wh-Wh-What are y-you planning to d-do with that?” Ranma asked, wide-eyed. Visions of cannibalism floated through her head.

Ryoga said nothing. He wrapped an arm around Ranma's stomach, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Then he deposited her on the blanket on her hands and knees. When Ranma tried to move away, he grabbed her by her pigtail with one hand, and slapped her ass with the other. “Hold still,” he said.

Ranma stopped her useless struggling, trembling, not knowing what to anticipate. Then she felt something slimy pouring all over her ass, it ran down into her crack, over her pussy, down her legs. It soaked into the blanket around her knees. “What the hell are you doing?” Ranma demanded to know.

Still Ryoga said nothing, but his hand pressed against her pussy, massaging the oil into her still engorged labia. Ranma immediately discovered that whatever had been wrong with her before was still wrong, as she humped vigorously back against his hand. His fingers slipped into her slit, probed her cunt, massaged her clit. Ranma started keening, mind clouding once more under the pressure of the sensations.

Then she felt something, his thumb she guessed, press into her butt past her sphincter. “Wr-Wrong hole, d-dummy,” she grunted. After a few more seconds she complained, “D-Dammit! Take it out!”

Ryoga continued to massage the inside of her ass with his thumb, the entry made easier by the slippery oil. He lifted the bottle and poured some more around the digit, then withdrew the thumb, pushing his index and middle fingers into her instead. Ranma yelped, demanding to know what the hell was wrong with the guy. Ryoga ignored her, moving his other hand around and underneath to continue massaging her clit.

Ranma didn't know what to think. Truthfully, it was pretty hard to think at all. The sensations coming from her ass were mixing with those from her clit, drowning her under wave after wave of pleasure. She started to succumb to the feelings, making no further protests.

Then the fingers withdrew. Ranma felt Ryoga move behind her and figured she was about to get fucked again, only in a different position. This seemed to be borne out a moment later when she felt the head of his dick sliding along her slit.

Except it slid too far and pressed against her asshole. Ranma grunted. Figures old “lost boy” can't even find his way to a pussy. She waited for him to correct his position. Only he didn't. Instead he pressed forward. Ranma's eyes popped out as she felt the head of his cock force its way into her ass.

“No, goddammit! What are you doing, you crazy motherfucker! Take it out! You're in the wrong hole! Goddammit, can't you find your way anywhere?! Stoooopp! You're in the wrong hole, I said!”

“No, Ranma,” Ryoga growled low but happily. “I'm exactly where I want to be. And I'm not stopping until I have all twenty centimeters stuffed up your butt.”

Ranma was sure the jackass must have measured wrong. Her own prick, when she was a boy, was a bit longer than that the last time she checked. But from the feel of things in her rear, Ryoga had to be a hell of a lot longer. Ranma was prepared to swear there must be half a meter inside her already.

“I can't take anymore!” she howled. But the howl turned into an ecstatic moan at the end as Ryoga kept feeding more meat into her. Unable to believe what she was doing herself, Ranma pushed back, forcing even more cock inside. “Oh God!” she groaned, “This is sooo wrong!”

Ryoga stopped pushing and watched instead, fascinated, as Ranma slowly impaled herself on his rigid staff. Even after it was all the way in and the coarse hairs around his groin were flattened against her ass cheeks, Ranma still pressed back as if trying to get even more. He snorted to himself. Who would have guessed Ranma would be such a nympho?

Taking hold of Ranma's ass cheeks, one in each hand, Ryoga took control again, sliding his cock most of the way out, then all the way in again. Ranma made a ululating noise which sounded like nothing so much as a yodel. Ryoga started pumping faster, and then faster still. Soon he was ramming Ranma's ass, and she was ramming back as best she could, which unfortunately, given her weakness, wasn't really all that strong.

Then Ranma went rigid, baying like a wolf at the moon, her ass literally vibrating all along the length of Ryoga's cock. This went far beyond what the boy could be expected to endure. He came like a fire hose, spraying her bowels liberally with warm spunk.

Happosai barely restrained himself from applauding the performance. He hopped down from his grandstand seat on the tree limb.

Slowly returning to her senses, perspiration covering her body from the heat of the fire coupled with recent activities, Ranma asked in a small voice, “Will you please let me go now?”

Ryoga considered his cock, still buried in Ranma's back entrance. It was no longer rock hard, but he judged there was life in it yet. “No, I don't think so,” he said consideringly. “I think I'll clean myself off, then I'm going to fuck your cunt again. After that, we'll see how hard that cute little mouth of yours can keep me.”

Ranma felt tears running down her face, which shamed her terribly. “Please, Ryoga. Please stop. No more. I'm begging you ...” She broke off as she looked to the side, trying to catch Ryoga's eye, and instead saw a small figure standing behind the boy.

Happosai reached out to touch the pressure points on Ryoga's back. The boy leaped into the air, yanking himself out of Ranma's ass, bowling over the old martial arts master.

Ryoga was looking down at Ranma in horror, seeing trails of his own semen trickling out of both of her holes. “Oh my God!” he yelled. “No!” He'd raped Ranma! He'd been trying to comfort her, and instead he'd raped her!

Ranma was coming up onto her knees, turning. But she was barely in time to observe Ryoga's reactions. The boy grabbed his pack and his clothes and ran, not even bothering to get dressed. His crashing through the underbrush could be heard for a couple of minutes, then disappeared.

Happosai was getting back to his feet grumpily. He hadn't expected so strong a reaction. You'd think the lad would have been grateful for the experience, but no! Kids these days. He sighed. He hoped he'd managed to undo the “pervert” effect completely, the way he was knocked over like that. Probably he had. If he hadn't, the boy would still be having his perverted thoughts and wouldn't have jumped so.

Happosai turned to face Ranma, who was turning on her knees to face him. He wondered how the girl was going to react. Hopefully she wouldn't realize his responsibility for her latest predicament, although she had reason enough to blame him for how defenseless she was. He was also wondering how she was going to react to his news. He stood there patiently, waiting for Ranma to speak.

The pigtailed martial artist was having trouble processing everything which had happened to her. Ryoga had raped her. In every hole she had. Was every friend — supposed friend — she had going to turn out to be a closet rapist? And now she'd been saved by, of all people, the most terrible pervert alive? It made no sense. The world had gone mad.

“You saved me?” Ranma asked, the question evident in her voice. “Why?” Her face twisted, fury and other emotions warring in it. “You're the reason this happened! It's because of you I can't stop them! What more do you want from me?!”

Them? Happosai thought to himself, but chose not to pursue the pronoun at the moment. “As a matter of fact, I'm going to offer you the chance to fix that,” the old master told her calmly.

“What do you mean?” Ranma asked, voice overflowing with deep suspicion. Finally remembering the state she was in, she settled back into a squatting position and an arm came across to cover her chest. Looking around, she spotted her pants and started trying to sidle in that direction.

Cocking his head while considering how best to answer, the old man decided to appear helpful. He jumped to the side and scooped up her pants, shirt and panties, manfully resisting the urge to rub the undergarment all over his face. Leaping back to Ranma's side he held the clothes out in front of her with one arm, while patting her back gently with the other. This allowed him to hit the “libido” pressure points to bring her sensitivity and arousability back down closer to normal levels.

Then he just walked a short way off and sat down, his back to her. Happosai reflected that he really would have liked to leave her libido at the extreme level to which he'd raised it, but the girl would have been bound to figure out how unnatural it was before very much longer. Better to leave her thinking that it had all been her own body's doing. Behind him he heard cloth rustling as Ranma got dressed.

“What are you up to you old fart?” Ranma asked again. “What do you mean about fixing it? You don't remember how. You needed the chart, and that's gone. Why do you care, anyway. Dammit! You're the one who did this to me in the first place!”

Happosai turned around to regard the girl coolly. He pulled out his pipe. While Ranma sat there and fumed, he slowly filled it with tobacco and lit it. Once he was puffing away on it steadily, he asked, “Which question do you want answered first?”

“Why did you save me?” Ranma demanded. “I would've figured you'd be cheering him on, damn you. Don't expect me to think you care. What's in it for you?”

The old man revised some of his planned answers. It would be best not to sound too altruistic. The little punk simply wouldn't believe him. “If you really want to know, I arrived well before the end of your little show. I was cheering him on. But all good things must come to an end. I have other business with you, and the boy would only have been in the way. So I hit a pressure point which, ah, convinced him to leave. And if you were listening, I just answered your question of why I did it. As I said, I have business with you.”

“Well I don't want anything to do with you!” Ranma spat. “You've already destroyed my life! Why the fuck would I want to give you a chance to make it worse?!”

Happosai took a long drag on the pipe. “I already told you. I can help you cure the weakness moxibustion. Get your strength back.”

Ranma eyed him warily. “And just why the hell would you do that? You made me this way in the first place. Why would you cure it? And how? Like I said, the chart is gone, and you said you don't remember how.”

“Do you mind if I come closer to the fire?” the old master asked. Without waiting for an answer he did so, sitting down. “To answer the last bit first, the only thing I couldn't remember was the symbol needed to cure the weakness moxibustion. After your, ah, demonstration of that Amazon technique, I found a tiny fragment of paper stuck to my head. The symbol was on it. I can provide you with that bit of paper, and teach you everything else you need to know for how to cure it. I'm not going to cure you myself, because frankly, I don't think you could resist the temptation to attack me once I did. But after I teach you what to do, you can go teach it to someone else you trust and have that person cure you. So that's how.”

Ranma didn't really care too much about the how, so long as there was a how. What he wanted to know was ...

“So why would you teach me the cure?”

The ancient master sighed. Deeply. He didn't wish to reveal the next part to anyone, but like it or not the truth would probably serve him best. If anything would break through the girl's current hatred to accept what she must, that ought to do it.

“Okay, listen well, because I don't want to repeat myself,” Happosai began. “I've been searching for you for the last week, and the reason why is that, whatever either of us think of it, you are the true heir of my school. And I don't want that school to die with me.”

Ranma snarled, “As if anything could kill you, y'old dinosaur.”

“Silence!” Happosai roared, aura blazing around him to heights higher than the tree tops. Ranma cringed, just a little. The old man settled back down.

The wizened dwarf continued speaking in more subdued tones. “After I crawled away from the scene of that ... final battle of ours, I collapsed. I woke up in a hospital. At first they thought I'd had a heart attack, but thankfully not. Instead the tests showed that my liver is basically shot. In fact, the doctors were in a state of disbelief that I wasn't already dead. It seems my ability to absorb female chi has been keeping me alive beyond the point where I should have already dropped dead. How much longer I can keep that up is anybody's guess, but the consensus is ... I'm on borrowed time now.”

Ranma was staring at him, shocked. Happosai nodded and continued speaking. “I'm hoping I can eke out a few more years of pleasure before the end. But I've decided to run fewer risks between now and then. I've got quite a bit more money saved up than you might guess. I'm going to find some pretty young girl in the first flower of adulthood, one who doesn't mind putting up with the perverted desires of a wealthy old man in exchange for inheriting his wealth after he goes, and I'm going to settle down, more or less. Her chi will keep me going for as long as possible. I doubt I'll have much trouble finding such a girl. And just to make you happier, I'll pick a place far from Tokyo.”

“The moon wouldn't be far enough,” Ranma muttered.

“I'll pretend I didn't hear that,” Happosai chuckled. “Now, like I said, I don't want my school to die with me. And you're my heir. That means I want to restore your strength, and teach you a few techniques I haven't taught anyone. Mostly shiatsu, and that moxibustion stuff. But ... there will be conditions.”

Ranma thought about asking why the old pervert thought she would go along with this. But the answer to that was simple enough. Not only the ability to learn new techniques, but a real chance to get her strength restored? Of course the old man would expect her to agree.

Still ... “What conditions?” Ranma asked.

The old man puffed on his pipe for several seconds before answering. “It will take a couple of weeks to teach you the things I want. The first condition is that I will not teach you how to cure the weakness moxibustion until the end, and I will not teach you how to inflict the weakness moxibustion. I do not want to risk any chance you will regain your strength until after I leave, and I obviously am not going to give you the chance to steal mine.”

Ranma thought about this. “Agreed,” she said.

“The second condition,” the martial arts master went on, “is that during those weeks you will act like a student and treat me like a sensei. You will do as you're told.” The old man chuckled and added, “I thought about insisting that you kneel to me, but I remember how you feel about that, so I won't. Nonetheless, learning some of the techniques won't be all that pleasant for you, and I don't really want to hear you whining about it.”

Ranma gave this some more thought. She hoped it wouldn't involve anything too perverted. Finally she said, “Agreed.”

Happosai nodded. “The final condition. This is the one that might make you refuse. Are you ready to hear it?” Ranma nodded and the old man went on. “I'm going to need female chi to sustain me for the next couple of weeks, and you're the only girl around. If you want this, you're going to have to let me grope you all I want. In fact, I'll insist on more than groping. You don't have to screw me, but you'll use that pretty little mouth of yours on my wizard's staff all I want. If you say no, then the deal's off.”

“You are out of your fucking mind,” Ranma hissed. “There is no way in hell I'll do that.”

Happosai got to his feet. “Sorry to hear that, m'girl. I hope you don't mind being a plaything for all the guys you come across. Like that stud today.” He turned and walked away.

Ranma stared at the retreating figure. He wasn't really leaving, was he? No negotiation? No compromise? The old pervert was just going to leave him like this? As he watched, Happosai walked out of the clearing.

“W-Wait!” Ranma choked.

Happosai paused. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder. He said nothing, just stood there. He didn't turn around. His feet were still pointed away from Ranma.

Ranma didn't know what to say. The idea of agreeing, of giving her word to suck on the ancient dick God knows how many times a day, the notion was beyond appalling. At the same time she couldn't just let him walk away. He might be the only chance she had to recover her strength. She needed him. And it was suddenly obvious that she needed him a lot more than he needed her.

Heart sinking right down to her toes, Ranma looked down at the ground instead of looking at the old man. A tear broke free from one of her eyes and fell to the dirt. “Agreed,” Ranma choked out. “I-I'll do it.”

Happosai turned around and walked back, a huge grin on his face. He was undoing his pants. “Very well, student. And I promise to keep my word and teach you. Now you're going to prove that you meant what you said by getting down here and giving me the best little blowjob your pretty little mouth can manage.”

And Ranma did just that.

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