From sigurd@clarityconnect.com Mon Nov 15 19:23:05 1999 Received: with LISTAR (v0.128a; list ffml); Mon, 15 Nov 1999 19:23:05 -0500 (EST) Return-Path: Delivered-To: ffml@fanfic.com Received: from smtp.clarityconnect.com (smtp.clarityconnect.com [206.64.143.9]) by ffml.fanfic.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id 1133B1EE16 for ; Mon, 15 Nov 1999 19:23:01 -0500 (EST) Received: from SMTP.CLARITYCONNECT.COM (209.150.226.85) by smtp.clarityconnect.com with SMTP (Eudora Internet Mail Server 3.0a10); Mon, 15 Nov 1999 19:22:42 -0500 From: sigurd@clarityconnect.com Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 19:19:31 To: ffml@fanfic.com Subject: [FFML] [r1/2][LEMON]EGMA: Time enough for Lust: chapter 2 X-Mailer: MR/2 Internet Cruiser Edition for OS/2 v1.61 b62 (Unregistered) Message-ID: <1269410734-1128911@smtp.clarityconnect.com> X-archive-position: 2977 X-listar-version: Listar v0.128a Sender: ffml-bounce@fanfic.com Errors-to: ffml-bounce@fanfic.com X-original-sender: sigurd@clarityconnect.com Precedence: bulk X-list: ffml Ranma Saotome in Everything Goes Martial Arts: Time Enough For Lust Chapter 2: A Lemon (eventually) Please note that I do not own any of the characters decribed within the scope of this text. Any original characters depicted later in this story I grant use to any party, as long as I am credited for their origin. Ranma 1/2 belongs to Takahashi-sama, Shogakukan Video, Viz Communications, and Shonen Sunday Comics. La Blue Girl is owned by Maeda/Daiei Co.ltd and Central Park Media. Do the right thing, buy the stuff. It's good for you. I heartily endorse this Service and/or Product. (a quote from 'SHOGUN' a member of 'Unit F') (author points to a Ranma 1/2 Volume #1 VHS box) **WARNING** This is a lemon(ideally), and as such will contain various scenes where body fluids are interchanged with excessive vigour, and I don't mean spit! Let's put this another way: This story is intended to contain scenes of intense sexual description. It will also depict more than the casual amount of violence. It may scar some sensitive people with the use of strong language. If you are under the age of majority(i.e. not an adult) Please stop reading this now. If you are offended by stories or movies that describe or depict sexual acts or violence, stop reading. If you hate warning notices: get over it. ***************************************************************** "Man, next time Mom wants me to get somethin for her, I'll bring a truck." Ranma labored under the weight of a great many bags of groceries that he had just purchased. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the rainshower that hit him, er her, on the way to town. <"Ranma, would you please go to town and pick up a couple things for me?" "Sure Mom, no prob." "Here," she said, handing him a wad of money and a list as long as his arm.> "That'll teach me." Ranma just shook her head. "The house has got to be around here somewhere," she said as a tingle ran up his spine, causing gooseflesh to erupt all over her female body. "Somethin ain't right here." she looked around for a bit, but saw no sign of a distressed soul. Then she heard it. It was soft, as if it travelled a good distance, or was quietly said. A simple "No" was spoken, the trees distorting the sound to almost nothing. Yet it was enough for Ranma to make a decision. Her burden was momentarily forgotten as she quietly made her way through the forest. She was not heard, but used by no means a slow gait. Sometimes being a girl was an advantage. She saw a shallow light ahead of her, and paused behind a tree. He listened for the voice again, but didn't hear any words. There was some faint wet sounds, the occasional dull thud, and a muffled whimper. (*There shouldn't be anybody here! It's just Mom and me. Maybe it's a bunch of guys livin here in the year since Mom's been here. Naw, I would have run across'em. Whatever's happenin, somebody don't like it. I guess I'm gonna have to stop it.*) Steadying herself, she looked out into the light. *thud* Ranma could not belive it. It shocked him to the core. The mountain of groceries spilling across the ground did not register to his frozen mind. (*Some girl's being raped by an OCTOPUS!*) he had to stifle his thoughts so that he did not speak. (*Hold on there Ranma, you've fought Taro, you can deal with this. An OCTOPUS?*) he hit himself on the head a couple of times, vainly trying to clear it. Grabbing a few tubers from the ground, he readied himself for combat with the perverted squid. *Thwack* "HEY MISTER TATERHEAD! LEAVE HER ALONE! I'LL KICK YER SORRY LITTLE ASS TO HELL!" *Thwack* "Hmmm. Another sheep enters the fold." It talked with many voices, as if it came straight from Dante. Ranma pitched another tuber to it's skull, only to have it blocked by one of many tentacles. (*Shit! I gotta get rid of those things!*) "Hey Potato Head! Bet you can't catch me!" (*I know I'm faster than this thing.*) The demon took the bait, knowing that once it touched the taunting girl it could lay back and relieve itself, and her of energy. Several appendages lanced toward Ranma, each meant to bind. Striking for the limbs first, the beast was caught by surprise when Ranma tied the first four together in the blink of an eye. "Just wait, my pretty prey. You will kneel before me tonight, and cry out for my touch," it taunted. The girl's fear was an aphrodisiac, and it was fully prepared to drink to the dregs. Ranma's hands burned from the brief contact with the demon. (*Damn, I can't touch that thing without it hurtin,*) he lept back to the spilled groceries. (*I don't have time t'fire off a Ki blast. It ain't pumpin out power, so the Hiryuu Shoten Ha is useless. I have t'get it with out touchin it.*) Ranma quickly emptied one bag, (*Salad Oil, lettuce, onions... nah. Lets see here...*) "Yes!" Ranma grabbed the bottle and dashed to the side as three tentacles speared her location. By now, the slime that Ranma had touched started it's particular magic. It was like a switch, once off, now on. His body, his cursed female body, wanted sex. It didn't just want the 'Wham Bam Thank you Bitch' that was the normal talk in the boys locker room. It wanted SEX. (*God, damn! What _is_ that thing?*) Ranma shuddered violently, trying to push the feelings away. "Well, well, well. I told you, didn't I?" It casually reached over to the fetal Ranma and picked her up by the head. A tentacle wrapped around the throat, under the jaw, was the first of many. Soon Ranma was supported by tentacles along the legs and waist. "You are quite the young girl, aren't you." The deformed humanoid brought Ranma closer. An appendage slid up one leg of the pants. "Doesn't this feel so good? I know that you like it." Suddenly the trousers were ripped off Ranma, her boxers exposed. Ranma tried to build her confidence, but she was overcome by the female sensations running rampant through her body. (*OH! SHIT!*) "NOOO! RAANNMMAAAA!" The other female figure shouted, her mouth recently vacated by a disgustingly penile tentacle. (*mom?*) Ranma finally saw the face of the woman being held by the beast. It was indeed her mother. She was trussed up by many tentacles large and small, violated in ways that Ranma didn't want to imagine. Fear: the mind killer. Rage: the mark of an Animal. Control: the thing only Man can posses. These three things brought Ranma out of the demon induced stupor. She removed the top from the bottle in her hand, and threw the contents at the beast's open eyes. The demon brought a hand up and easily deflected the plastic projectile. The liquid continued on it's journey, unhindered by the loss of it's container. Instantly the beast tightened it's grip, crushing it's captives. It lost all control, writhing and clawing itself. It lost the younger of the two females, and bashed the elder into a nearby tree. "MOTHER!" Ranma lost his breath, all sense of reality gone to him. Only one thing pulsed through his mind: IT HURT MOM. Ranma turned to it, his emotions showing by his aura. He drew on his life force, focusing it through his emotions. He was lit like a star gone nova, bringing his light to bear on the twisted creature of perversion known as a Shikima demon. "Now, you die." Slowly he brought his hands together. His feminine hands, the hands he hated, barely held the ball of ki as it formed. He focused as much power as he could hold through those small, cultured hands. Then, it was released. "RAGING DRAGON'S BREATH!" Ranma slowly became aware of the rain. It was on her skin, pattering her conciousness and face alike. "Hello," she sat upright, then immediately regretted it. After spending a few seconds to get both her mind and balance under control, she lurched to her feet. "Mom, where is she?" Then she spied her mother lying next to the tree, where she was dumped unceremoniously. Ranma quickly took note of her elder's condition. 1) She was not bleeding. 2) She looked whole, but a little uncomfortable. 3) She had no shred of clothing on her. Ranma staggered over to her mother's side. Wearily, Ranma reached out to her shoulder,"Mom, you O.K.?" she asked. Slowly, she came to. "Ranko, what are..." Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she grabbed Ranma's hand. "What did you see?" her voice urgent, allowing no room for argument. Ranma blinked a couple times. "First off, Mom. I am not Ranko. Second, I saw you gettin, well... attacked by a guy glued to an octopus." The glaze on Nodoka's eyes lifted, only to be filled with tears. She grabbed Ranma and buried her sorrow into the shoulder of the young man turned girl. "Mom..." Ranma merely held the naked and sobbing woman, and tried to assure her. A few graceless minutes passed, and Nodoka regained her sense of calm. She no longer blindly clutched the young girl, and her body had stopped it's convulsions. "Ranma, I am so sorry. Could you ever forgive an old, foolish woman." "Mom, you ain't old. And I don't know what you think you've been a fool for." Ranma's attempt to raise her mother's spirits succeeded, but only a little. "Ranma, lets get back to the house. It is a little cold out here." She stood up, not caring about her lack of clothes. "Mom, what was that thing? I mean, you do know, right?" "Ah, yes the grocieries. Come, let's salvage what we can." Ranma grabbed her mother by the arm. "Mom, you're scaring me, here. Don't go closin up on me. It ain't good for ya." His concern was clearly apparent by his voice. Nodoka closed her eyes, the weight of the world upon her shoulders. Letting out a long sigh, "Ranma, I will talk later. Now there is something that needs be done." "Mom, I'd just been put through one of the _worst_ things I'd ever known. You acting like it's all nothin' just don't sit with me," anger from being shut out colored her voice. "Ranma. We will pick up the food, and return to the house. I will tell you what happened there." She pulled her arm from Ranma's tight grasp, and walked over to the groceries. (*Suuure she will.*) The house now had an eerie feel to it. It was the sole thing lit in a small clearing, not unlike the Gingerbread House in Hansel and Gretle. Ranma and Nodoka entered the house and set the sodden packages on the island in the kitchen. "Ranma, thank you for your patience. We should get washed." Nodoka left the items on the counter, and walked the short distance to the bath. She left the door open as am invitation tp Ranma. "Mom, could you start talking now? Just what the hell happened back there?" she asked as she entered the common room of the furo. "That, Ranma, was a demon. It was only one of many breeds that exist. I am only familiar with a few of their kind, but this was one of the less savory variety. There is more going on than a demon simply accosting a woman. "That beast you destroyed was from the same realm as those that killed my parents." Nodoka thought for a moment, sorting out her feelings. She decided on the path that she would take, and asked her son, currently a daughter, to enter. Ranma undressed and entered the main room of the furo uneasily. 'Her' body was still quite turned on, and his nipples were standing at attention. He could feel the wetness between 'her' legs, and was embarassed by the lack of control. Nodoka rinsed herself off, not reacting to the obviously cold water or the blushing Ranma. "Ranma, you probably will not believe anything more tonight. However, it is important that you hear this. My mother's clan practiced a bizarre, secret style of martial arts. It was designed with these demons in mind. "As you could no doubt tell, these demons are physically stronger than humans. They tend to have extra limbs for both offense and defense. On almost every level they are more powerful. Mentally, magically, physically, spiritually. "This race uses sex to control it's prey." she finished, and a small quiet passed before Ranma could speak. "WHAT?! You've got to be kidding." Ranma exclaimed, being so suprised that the soap popped out of her hands. She spent a couple seconds trying to catch the bar before it landed on the floor. "Ranma, what was it doing when you arrived?" she asked. "..." The red haird girl gazed at his mother. She blushed a little more, and turned her head away. "The methods of the ninja sect that trained Mother involved sexual arts. I saw you fold up after you touched those tentacles. You were overcome with desire, the first physical response of possession by these creatures." Nodoka continued, even though it was difficult, "It... It was going to... to enter you, Ranma. It was flooding you with such desire and passion to prevent your resistance. Even though you hate your female body, you would have become a slave to those sensations, and tp the demon as well." "Ma.. masaka. What... what about you, Mom. It had you... I mean... you were... It was..." "Ranma, I have trained myself in the art of Sexcraft. My bloodline grants me powers greater than that beast. It was attacking a trained ninja warrior, not an inexperienced child," she scolded her son turned daughter. Nodoka needed to pound it into his head that this was _real_, and it wasn't going to go away in the morning. "But... I beat the thing. I got it, didn't I?" she protested, not wanting to believe that all this actually happened. "Ranma, your shock, then rage, caused you to overcome its manipulations. That, and the vinegar you threw, allowed you to kill it." Nodoka finished with her scrub for the evening, ending it with the cool finality of water. "The Art that you need to learn is not just the 'secret ninja techniques' of hiding and killing. You need to learn to control your libido. You must gain mastery of your body and sex. I would say that you must do so in both forms, if you cannot gain mastery of your curse," she lectured Ranma. Ranma was finishing his cleansing, scrubbing a little harder where the demon had touched 'her' body. He could not help but notice the intense signals that his girl side was giving him. While not as bad as the demon's full attack, Ranma still knew that he had never felt more ready. The cold water rinse failed to douse that fire. Nodoka stepped into the oversized bath, easily making room for Ranma. Ranma shivered once looking at the water with a palpable longing. "Come, Ranma, you must relax." "Mom, I ain't too comfy about this," Ranma defended herself. "Why?" she asked. "Hot water turns me into a guy," she said accusingly. "Ranma, we are family. I am your mother. Only your father shares my bed. Not that he really deserves it considering his absence." she ammended. After a minute's debate, Ranma shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the bath, holding a hand towel in front. His form grew almost a full head in height. His firey mane faded to black, but still had some subtle red. The perky, yet full breasts flattened to a rather muscular chest. His face grew leaner, keeping the slight, soft curve of youth that made him look oh-so-adorable. Since his arrival at the Tendos', he had changed only a little. His male form actually gain a couple centimeters in height and several kilos of pure muscle. The 'lady-killer' effect was reduced, or maybe enhanced, by the persistence of baby fat that softened the hard lines that formed his body. His girl form changed more than his male side. His breasts were a little lower, set less as a teenager. They also gained a few centimeters in size, giving his female body an almost perfect hour glass shape. While he was very powerful as a girl, one couldn't see it. However, at that moment, Ranma was less concerned with the changes the last two years gave him as the more immediate curse related transformation took effect. He tried to hide his manhood behind the washcloth. Given his state of arousal, it didn't help much. "FFFFffffffff..." he exclaimed, rearranging his legs to relieve the pressure. "Is everything o.k., Ranma?" "No," he exhaled in a small voice. "What's wrong?" his mother asked. "it's a... little embarassing," he said as he couldn't bring himself to discribe his discomfort. "What...? Oh, my." Nodoka blushed at the suggestion, after all this was her son. "I'll leave you to your own, Ranma. Please exit the furo before you relieve yourself." She had turned away, glad for the moment that Ranma hadn't seen her blush. She closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief. A sudden idea came to her, and she opened a closet across the hall. In the back of the closet, she unsealed a hidden door. From behind that door she pulled a small maroon bag. After she replaced the false back, she returned to the outer room of the bath. Ranma just could not believe this day. After coming back from the nearby town he found his mother, not just some random woman, being raped by a warped man-octopus-demon guy. Then, on top of that, he finds out that she was battling it using the arts of Sexcraft that were taught to her by her parents. If it wasn't for the sex it could almost be a normal day at the Tendo Dojo. However, Ranma had larger, more immediate problems. He was used to the occasional overblown teenager hormone reaction to members of the opposite sex. He was thankful that it was just girls in his case. He had thought that with his ability to control ki that he wouldn't have that problem. It actually got worse. It was true that his ability to harness ki directly affected his power and speed in martial arts. However, it also made Mr Happy become overly enthusiastic. Over the last year, just before he had learned the Moko Takabisha, he was running around with an everpresent erection, more or less. It was worse around Akane, so he often distracted her by his infamous insults. He did mean them to be insults, a way to keep her from him. He knew that those names hurt her, but they had become habit before he realized that he did like Akane. He still needed to keep her off balance, so he continued to insult her. He knew that she wouldn't understand his reaction, and would accuse him of being perverted. It wasn't like he thought of sex all the time, hardly ever in fact. Mostly around Akane, or when he had 'wet' dreams. Right now, however, Ranma was suffering from the most severe case of hormones he ever had. He was harder than he ever was, his manhood felt like it was going to burst through the skin. He sat in the furo with his knees apart to relieve some of the stress on his groin. The inner door to the bath opened slightly. He looked over to see a hand place a maroon bag inside the room, the shadow of his mother on the wall inside. The hand retreated, and the door closed. On the other side, Nodoka thought to herself, (*Ranma has every right to be proud, but he may need to satiate a different thirst.*) Momentarily distracted by curiosity, Ranma left the tub. He moved somehat clumsily, his erection painfully swaying in front of him. He bent over, the easiest thing to do at the time, and picked up the bag. He waddled over to the stool, and sat before opening the package. It was a good thing too, for he almost fell off the stool when he saw it's contents. Inside he found a few glassware jars. Each bottle was a different color, and each was filled with a gel or oil of some kind. They didn't even register on his mind. No, it was the thirty centimeter jade phallus that he almost dropped. "That is a little more than I wanted to know." Shaking, he put the green dildo back in the purse of pleasure, and looked at the bottles. The glasware had some kanji on it, so he selected the one labeled 'Man's Oil'. Opening it, he sniffed the contents, wanting to be careful exactly what he put on his body. It was a musky sent, tinted with a subtle undertone. After a little, he likened it to his female body, when he was terribly turned on. He applied a small amount of the oil to his hands and rubbed them lightly to coat them. He hesitated for a minute, debating if he really wanted to do this. His penis finally won over, throbbing it's insistance to him. Earlier, his member felt larger than normal. He now could tell that it actually was. It was an couple centimeters longer and at quite a bit wider. Being no stranger to the built-in-relief-team, Ranma slowly stroked his enlarged manhood. The sensation was incredible. He applied more pressure on his shaft to match the throbbing power within. Slowly he brought up his tempo, bringing to mind the women that he had seen. The images flashed across his mind. Ukkyo when he accidentally groped her in the shed. Shampoo showed up many times, with minimal or nonexistant clothes. A brief flash of Kodachi in her leotard, before he quashed it. He remembered the experiences he had while thinking about that particular girl. Nothing in the world could disappoint Mr. Happy faster than the thought of that insane cackle. He didn't want to play favorites, even in his imagination. So he settled on safe territory, a girl from school that he had seen. She looked a lot like A-ko from that wierd anime series. He thought most of her body, how he would touch her, and she him. He imagined her standing in the locker room, only this time without all the other girls. No one was there to stop him, and boy did she want it. He reached up to her breasts and held them. He stroked them slightly with his hands. His thumbs carressed her hard, excited nipples. She grasped his cock in her hot hand, stroking quickly and gently. Not wanting to waste time, or else they might get caught, she pulled on his cock, motioning him to the common bench. There she sat him down, with his monsterous manhood sticking straight up, a flag pole waving its banner of excitement for her to see. Ranma imagined her kissing him, leaving a wet trail from his mouth, across his chest and down his stomach. He felt her hot breath on his cock, her hand around the base. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she parted her mouth over his prick, her mouth gliding over the stiff tool. Ranma felt his manhood throb even harder, pulsing from the unreleased sexual energy. Up and down, Ranma's oiled hand stroked, the imaginary A-ko sucking him with great skill. Still it wasn't enough. In his mind's eye, Ranma pulled the woman off him and gently laid her back. He gently fingered the dream girl, asking her if she wanted more. She whimpered her assent, wanting more than a few fingers to please her. Still, his fantasy self stroked her sex lightly, asking again if she wanted him. He teased her lips, making speech impossible. She responded by thrusting her hips toward his fingers, wanting more pentration. In his fantasy, he kept his calm. His hand covered her sex, his palm on the lowest part of her belly. He pulled his middle finger up her cleft to rest on her clit. She let out a huge scream of passion, sure to draw the attention of the entire school. He asked again if she wanted more. Her breath returned, and she said yes. He casually turned her around, and slid her down to the end of the bench. He could see everything that she had to offer, a pleasant sight indeed. She locked her hands to the bench in preperation for the ride of her life, the Wild Stallion was about to enter the barn. He took his position at the end of the bench, kneeling between her upraised legs. Holding his pocket monster firmly in one hand, he leaned forward to bring the tip to her crotch. He stroked her cleft with his thumb, pausing over her charged bud of nerves. He pushed farther forward, parting her lips and entering her most vulnerable hole. She gasped at its size, uncertain anymore if it would fit. Slowly, as not to hurt her, the head of his cock pushed into her slit. Rama paused after the first few inches, then pulled back. She whimpered for more, begging for the fire hose between his legs. He obliged her, pushing back in a little faster and a little farther. She screamed out in joy as the well hung man pushed in and out of her sex. Ranma pushed further each time, until he could push no farther. Ranma began to sway his hips, timing the thrusts to get the maximum pleasure. She easily matched his tempo, rocking slightly on the wooden plank, bringing him in a little deeper each time. Ranma felt a twitch in his manhood, and smiled. He knew it would be over soon. He pumped a little faster, and the pressure on his dick grew greater. He could feel the walls of her pussy spasm as she began to cum, his thumb went into overdrive on her clitoris. She completely freaked out, her legs wrapping around Ranma, pulling him all the way into her. He could feel the back wall, and still she wanted more. Her pussy gyrated over his prick, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Ranma felt his balls tighten, and his entire world was focused on the flesh that was between his legs. He pumped like mad, trying to achieve the ultimate release. It was there, almost there. Just out of reach. The throbing in his cock went deeper. His member grew in length and width as he stroked faster and faster. (*akane.... *) <****> _ // ____ / \ //_____________________________________ / \ __ <000)\\\\\\\\\00X_____________________________________(OOOOOO)__> \_/ \\ \____/ \\ <****> Many people of the Nerima district of Tokyo found this day a typical early summer day. The weather was normal, being 'mostly sunny with the occasional rain shower'. The construction companies had their hands full with requests for 'Routine Maintenance'. It was a term that they had learned to dread. A perverted old man had gone on a lecherous pilfering spree. Screams of teenage girls and older women were heard, leaving an audible wake from his passage. He was eventually slowed enough by a man so the women could take revenge and their undergarments. A pair of resturant style martial artists duked it out on the streets. They were competing for take out customers, eventually causing a good deal of property damage with flour bombs and strewn noodles. The evening was particularly nice. The sky settling in the many layered hues of red, orange, blue, yellow, and purple. However, even given all of this, there was one strange thing that occured. It was one quirky happenstance that set the entire day on edge. Ranma Saotome was not the center of it all. This was something that one particular girl enjoyed over all other things. She felt free that day, having spent it with her friends shopping for the summer and college. She felt free of onerous title of 'Ranma's Fiancee'. She was free of his influence and his insults, his constant bickering. She, one Akane Tendo, felt happier than she had in a long time. In her hands were her purchases of the day. She had two swimsuits, one was a conservative blue and gold racing one piece, the other a rather skimpy two piece two-tone tan bikini that made her look like an exotic pacific islander. Well, it could if she got a tan. She also had the uniforms for her new school. A blue skirt and blazer combo covered a white blouse and bow tie. The gym outfit was similar to Furinkan's, but the shorts were cut higher. During the shopping trip with Sayuri and Yuka, Akane discovered how much she had changed in the last year. The girls were eager to point out the differennces, much to Akane's embarassment. It wasn't that she had grown fat and lazy. Actually, she gained about eight centimeters in height, and almost six kilos of muscle. To her disgust, her bust had not gained size like the rest of her. As a matter of fact, Akane felt every bit the tomboy that Ranma had always said. She was a little shorter then her eldest sister, but looked taller due to her lean build. Her face was angular, but feminine. While she could never trully pass for a man, she really didn't feel like a woman, either. She shook her head in disgust at her train of thought, she was feeling so good. It seemed that Ranma could still spoil her mood even while being absent. Akane finally registered the magnificent sunset. It had gone past the playful pastels where the sun was still near the horizon, and displayed deeper tones of blue, red, orange and purple. The sun was lost to the eye, making it easy to stare at the day's end. Akane sighed as the voice in her head woke from it's respite. She regretted that the scene was so short as she needed her moments of peace. She streched mightily to release the tightness in her muscles. She picked up her bag and continued on her way home. Only halfway through the park she stopped, having heard a female scream. She had heard of gangs accosting people in parks, but never thought that she would run into them. She really didn't worry too much about herself, she was a trained martial artist after all. That scream disturbed her though, and she decided to investigate. The lamps in the park provided enough illumination as she ran crosswise to the stone paths and potted trees. Adrenaline was pumping through her system, causing a sense of euphoria and alertness. She stopped to look around, the sound of the girl lost to her movements. Akane heard a weak whimpering sound to her left, and leapt for it. She landed in a bush, it's branches and leaves scraping at her legs and arms. "WHO DARES?" cried an inhuman voice. Multilayered and piercing, it almost caused Akane to loose her resolve. "Oh man! This is so embarassing!" a girl's voice whined. It set a counterpoint to the bestial tones of the first. "PERVERT!!!" Akane screamed hefting her mallet, the packages momentarily forgotten. "YOU ARE NOT MY PREY, LEAVE AND YOU MAY LIVE." the first form intoned. "DIE!!!" Akane screamed swinging her mallet around wildly. "TOO LATE." The man reached out and swatted Akane away. "I'LL DEAL WITH YOU SHORTLY." it said, turning back to the girl on the ground. "Not if I have anything to say about it!" the girl cried, her hands now free. The girl's fist shot forward, a slight glow of power to it. The demon was caught in the face and his head snapped back. A second strike started for his head, only to be caught by the demon's free hand. "YOU WILL SUBMIT!" he cried to the nude girl as he continued his ravaging of her body, Akane forgotten. A groan of pleasure, or maybe a grunt of pain was the other girls only response This proved a mistake. While Akane was not the most powerful of all the known Neriman Martial Artists, no slouch was she. Akane took half a second to get her bearings and take stock of the situation. Righteous anger flowed through Akane's veins. She knew right then that she would take down this weird molester. She would not underestimate him again. She had given him fair warning, and he chose to ignore her. Akane hefted her ubiquitous mallet, debating how to hit the bastard. She couldn't use the 'Descent of Doom' manuver because it would hit the girl. The 'Batter Up' was out because he was too low, and he would only roll if she did hit him. 'Swinging Wildly' only worked well on Ranma. So, left with only one choice, she planted her feet so that her left was near his shoulder, her right was near the girls shoulder. The rapist was too busy to notice her movement. The prone girl's eyes were furrowed, as if she was concentrating. Akane felt her rage build in her. Through it she gathered her ki. The beast stopped his ministrations, sensing a great power. "FOOOORRRRRRRE!!!" the rapist snapped his head to look at Akane, just in time to see the Mallet of Doom(tm) strike him in the face. The girl, who was planning to use the higher levels of sexcraft to best the beast, blinked at the sudden departure of her opponent. Above her stood a young woman, tall and lean with a short, pageboy haircut. She was wearing a pair of electric blue running shorts and a bright yellow tank top. The girl below Akane gawked at the absolutely *huge* mallet that rested in a golfer's follow through position. "That'll teach him." Akane stated, satisfied with the beast's hang time. Akane promptly switched gears and asked the prone, mostly nude girl, "Say, are you all right?". The girl blinked in response. Akane knelt down, looking into the girl's eyes, her mallet forgotten. Putting her right hand on the girl's shoulder, she repeated her question. "Are you O.K? What is your name?" Akane asked. "What? Who?" She blinked a couple of times and shook her head to clear it. Her long, midnight tresses shaking slightly. "Sorry, my name is Miko Mido. I'm fine now, thanks." "What happened here? What happened to you?" Akane persisted. "Um... Er... Ummm..." Miko responded as she thought. She couldn't tell her that she was attacked by a demon, or that it had become commmonplace recently. "I was running home... from... a friends place! When I passed through the park I got attacked. By surprise!" Miko suddenly became concious of the fact that she was naked infront of the girl. She pulled at the remains of her clothes in a futile attempt to cover herself. "My clothes were ripped off before I knew it and the guy was all over me. "Thank you for saving me." she said. She had to clamp her mouth shut so she didn't complain that she could have taken care of it. After all, she was a ninja trained in defeating demons like that. "Say, what's your name?" she said, trying to sidetrack the girl. "I'm Akane Tendo." She looked around for a duffle bag or backpack that belonged to Miko. "I've just been shopping. All I have is my college clothes. If you need, you can borrow them while I walk you home safely." Miko, who was about to die from embarassment, tried to wave off the helpful Akane. "No, that's not necessary. I can get home by myself. No need to bother, really." By this time, a blush had found Akane's face. It seemed to her that her embarassment was painted in bold strokes over her face and body. "I don't know about you, but there really is no way to avoid people not seeing you. If nothing else, borrow a skirt," Akane insisted. "Ah... Thanks. I really don't mean to be a bother." Miko really didn't know how to get rid of this girl. Sure she was being nice, but it was really irritating. She wanted to get some answers, answers that she could not get talking to this girl. "No problem at all, just doing my duty as a Martial Artist." she said as she handed Miko the skirt of her uniform. "Say, I was wondering," Miko started as she put on the skirt. She fingered the material, noting it's familiar feel. Akane was busy in her favorite pastime, scouting for perverts. "Yes," Akane asked, "what is it?" "Do you attend the Himenoki Girl's Academy?" "I'm going to, this fall," Akane supplied. "Why do you ask?" "The skirt's just like the one to my uniform," Miko said as she buttoned her denim jacket. Miko knew that she really needed to get home. Once there, she could safely wash herself of the demon that accosted her. If she didn't, she would succum to the poisons that rested on the skin. Due to the training of all the Miroku ninjas, those toxins are eliminated in the process of victory. Defeat usually brought a bigger price tag than an embarassing case of total hormone overload and several hours of masterbation. Miko could feel the slime the monster smeared on her as it affected her skin and sex. She, being the best of Miroku ninja clan, was able to suppress the feelings. However, she knew that it was only a matter of time. "Really?" Akane started at the coincidence of meeting a future classmate, then remembered the last two years. (*Oh, well. Here we go again.*) "Yea. What a coincidence!" the other girl said, almost echoing Akane's thoughts. "You ready?" Akane asked, appraising the girl. The ordinarily short skirt was almost obscenely short on the other girl. Miko was pulling the hem down so that it wasn't so drafty, but her wider hips and well formed buttocks wouldn't cooperate. Akane had only seen shorter skirts in the 'Senshi' comics, but at least they had panties. Evy clouded Akane's mind when she realized that Miko had the absolute killer body. While it was undeniable that Shampoo had better endowments than either of the present girls, the Amazon simply could not compete against Miko in the area of looks. "Well," Miko acknowleged Akane. "I don't think that I should take any challenges until I get home, and air vents are a definite no-no." Miko smiled to take the bite from her words. Akane picked up her new clothes, and Miko started to her apartment. "What is it like at Himenoki. Are there any teachers I should avoid?" "Well, not that I spread rumors or anything..." Miko finally sighed when she got to her apartment. The trip had definately taken too long, as Miko was certain that her cheeks could have lit the foyer of the building. She felt the blush creep down her face and spread across her shoulders and chest as she walked. Training could only go so far, she thought, and if she didn't get relief soon, she might jump her 'rescuer'. It was decided earlier that Akane would wait for Miko to get her robe and leave with the skirt. Miko said that she would wash it and send it to her. Akane waived that off and said that they would have been washed the next day anyway. It would just be rinsed out first to prevent any staining. Miko just decided to give in. Akane, playing the concerned Martial Artist, had pressed incessantly that the police should be called. Miko responded by saying that she would contact the authorities. Akane gave Miko her phone number, just in case the officer wanted to talk to her, or maybe Miko herself needed to talk about it. Akane had a fairly pleasant evening, talking with her future sempai about the girl's school she would be attending. Miko would have had a pleasant time had she not been preoccupied. A number of pedestrians ran into lightposts while watching the flaring skirt that Miko wore. After entering her apartment, Miko handed the skirt to Akane, appologized profusely about being a poor host, and closed the door saying that she had to wash. "Tadaima!" Akane cried in greeting to the old and familiar filial house. Akane was suprised that there was no answer. Typically Kasumi would be up, at least until she knew that everyone was safe. Akane decided to pay it no mind as she went to the laundry room. The house was an old house, and sometimes Akane could feel it's age weighing on her soul. It was worse at night, in the dark and silence, like... She sorted the clothes by color and fabric to make it easier for her sister in the morning. She wasn't really sure when her sister usually woke, but Akane knew that she couldn't do it every day. She stood and streached in the brightly lit room, feeling the day's exertions. She felt the painful knots in her back, and massaged them lightly. She wondered if she was going to bruise, as she had landed on bumpy ground. The painful knots didn't go away as she massaged them, and decided that a little practice would be best before a soak in the furo. She finished sorting the clothes and exited the room, turning off the light as she went. Akane debated for a second if she should put on her gi before going to the dojo. She had always thought that one should wear proper clothing when practicing. She then remembered Ranma, and his denial of that particular ritual. She knew that the gi would set her mind for performing kata. She remembered the daily fights from two years ago, where almost all the boys in school thought that attacking her would impress her. (*I don't want to think about this anymore,*) she thought as she came to her conclusion. She walked out of the house and to the dojo. The door opened and closed in the darkness of night. Akane decided that turning on all the lights was a waste of time and energy. Instead, by the guidance of the night light, she took a few candles and lit them with a match from the same drawer. After placing them in holders she set them on the floor, describing a rough square. She started with a fairly easy kata that she knew, one designed for stretching tight and sore muscles. She started with her feet more than a shoulder width apart, and even with her shoulder line. The kata started with Akane bending her knees inward and her hands between them grasping an invisibile ball. She was always told that it was energy that was pulled from the earth, and sometimes she could feel it. She slowly pulled the ball to her stomach, straightening her knees at the same time. She rested there for a second before continuing upwards. Her muscles slid easily beneath her skin, showing in relief her sensual form. Her hands held the ball as she streached upward, releasing the invisible ball of energy to the air. She repeated the stance, drawing energy from the earth. She brought it to her center again, letting the power gather there. Her back and shoulders felt like iron as she held the tension inside her body. This time she turned on the balls of her feet, switching from a saddle stance to a right-forward attack stance. Her right leg was bent at the knee, with her left leg straight behind her. In her mind, she could feel the energy being drawn from her center even as she pushed against it. She felt her body loosen as the tension was focused and released outside her body. She switched back to the modified saddle stance and repeated the sequence, this time to a left forward stance. Pushing the ball forward she streached the muscles on her right side, everything from her heel to her elbow. She smiled as she looked for her internal balance. She noted that it was becoming easier, far from simple but easier. Ranma was still able to knock her away from that state, but it was happening less and less lately. Now that she felt sufficiently relaxed, she decided to work on a simple ladder style kata. It's base used a few simple moves. Each time it was repeated a few new steps were inlcuded. When an artist couldn't maintain the kata, she had to 'walk' back down the ladder to the begining. In this way, a student of any level would get good practice as the more complex sequences were built on the smaller steps. It was one of her favorite katas because it ended with the student. She would often play a game with it, varying the stylized kata slightly. Her favorite variation was a skip sequence where she would advance three 'rungs' on the ladder, then backtrack two. She would repeat the sequencing, drilling the earlier forms into her mind while still working on the higher sets. She once asked her father what the upper limit was. He said that he had never reached it. She then took to the kata like the obsesive child she was. She needed to know that it would end, and not continue on forever, uncompleted. Once, a year or so before Ranma first appeared in her life, she came close to trully understanding the progression sequence. She almost grasped the principle of the kata, a concept stronger than the sequence of manuvers that it held. She likened it to a butterfly, dancing just inside one's reach, tantalizingly close, but not in your hand. She was never quite able to get to that level again. Something always held her back, and she wasn't sure what it could be. This time, her difficulty was rather obvious. She was aroused, just enough to be distracting, but almost useless for interest. Akane continued the kata, trying to lose herself in the forms presented to her. Her body had other ideas. Her skin was unusually sensitive. While not covered with goosebumps, her flesh was distacting her with the sensations of movement. Her elbow rubed against her side, the athletic top danced about chest, her thighs rubbed together as one stance flowed into another. Her arousal was also getting the better of her. Her nipples were already hard and pointy, with her bra inadequate protection as she moved. Her sex was sending light waves through her as she danced. She couldn't feel if she was wet, but supposed that she was. However, that was not the end of it as her other erogenous zones sent their particular patterns of pleasure. She continued her movements for a while, futilely attempting to shut out the feelings in her body. She finally stopped her kata and bowed to the dojo. Dropping to the floor, she noticed the candles had burned for a while. If she was correct, she did that one kata for the last twenty minutes. She shook her head in disappointment. She was distracted by hormones, probably brought on by what happened eariler that evening. She was morbidly fascinated that such a scene would do that to her. She had never thought that she was into perverted things like bondage or exhibitionism. She knew that she would never be interested in that kind of thing, being held down while someone took their pleasure. It disgusted her beyond imagining. Yet here she was with an imagination that wouldn't stop. "Come on, Akane! Get a grip!" she said to herself. A small war waged inside herself, she wanted control, her body wanted release. It was a war she decided to loose. "Well, it has been a while." She said to herself as one side won. She rarely got the privacy she needed, as Ranma slept in the dojo and both her bedroom and the bathroom window opened to it. She rationalized it by saying that she did not want to give Ranma any ammunition for teasing her. She reached up to her left breast and massaged it with her right hand. She was pleased with her body's agreement to the treatment, and drew her hand to her right breast. She squeezed and rubbed the sensitive mound and tweaked the stiff nipple lightly. Her other hand unfastened her shorts and pulled her tank top out of them. She pulled the tank over her head, streaching the fabric a little too much as she heard the abused tearing sound. She had difficulty with her bra, as the clip refused to release with the attention of a single hand. Her skin was damp, slick in some places from sweat. She rubbed her hands over her belly and chest, playing with her breasts, nipples and bellybutton. She let a light finger delicately stroke the area under her breasts and around her navel, imagining her lover kissing light and sweetly there. Hers was not a complicated fantasy, built around shame or deceit. It was not a matter of control or abuse. Her imagination had brought to her a number of lovers, each skilled in their minstrations and attention. With her, it was always a matter of pleasure. Pain was never present. There was only the light euphoric joy that could be made by two gentle and passionate lovers. She sat in the dojo, clad in her undone shorts and panties. She lifted herself for a moment to remove those as well. She felt a little self conscious, sitting naked in the open. She thought briefly of her actions, debating whether it would be worth getting caught. She decided to push forward, to continue having sex, the sex of one. Her hands roamed her body, not unlike a pair of dancers. Fleeting and light they danced across the stage of her body. Each searching for the other, and lost treasures. From mountain to valley to cliff they ran, missing each other in passing. Her right hand stayed at the cleft of her sex. It's fingers ran along the grassy mound and cave. It quickly found the guardian and attacked with a vengence. The little bud stood in defiance but was easily defeated by the delicate digits. Her left ran around the left mountain of the twin peaks. It came to rest at the tip of the tit, and pinched the hardened tip lightly. It traveled to the other side and played with it in a similar fashion. The right gripped her sex as the palm pleasurably pressed the tiny bud of the clitoris. The fingers stroked around her outer lips, letting the wetness lubricate their travel. The tips of her fingers followed the oval of her sex, tracing a spiral inward towards her waiting hole. She felt the imaginary lover push her back. He put his head to her crotch and nosed around. Liking what he saw, he licked her around the outer sex. The roughness of his tounge was pleasurably abrasive against her clitoris. He turned around without breaking contact, and positioned his manhood near her face. She wanted to feel it against her, on her face and in her mouth. She reached out with her lips and nibbled it lightly with her teeth and tounge. Her lover reached down and grasped her breast, stroking it powerfully. He took the mound and kneaded it, not to the point of pain but instead pleasurably. She moaned with a throaty voice. Akane was washed up in the sensation, too enchanted to see the change in her fantasy. Her hands traveled all over her body, pinching and pulling. She did not see the angry red welts that they left, only felt the pleasure she wanted from them. She did not see the light shed by her aura as she built up her energy in response to her ministrations. She did not know that the man that attacked Miko was actually a demon out to defeat a guardian of this dimension. She did not know that it had cast a spell on her, manifested by the slime on his skin. She was too lost to her passion to realize her now abusive fantasy. Her hands, possessed by the spell of desire, drove at her sex and breasts. Merciless was the treatment, and Akane took it all in. Higher and higher she rose, her ecstacy grew beyond all imagining. She rolled over from where she lay, rising her rear and sex high. She exposed herself to the air, and continued her ferocious attack on the inviting sex. Still she flew higher, lost in the fantasy of lust. She inserted a two, then three fingers. She drove them inward, violating her sex, ravaging herself to satiate her hunger. Still it was not enough. She couldn't fit any more in, four was simply impossible for her. She needed penetration. She needed to be full. It was an itch that couldn't be scratched. Her mind was lost, lost in the sea of feeling and power and submission. The tone of her fantasy changed to suit the magics running through her. As the beast was a feral and abusive creature, so was the fantasy. Akane reveled in it, so alien to her it was captivating. With out thinking, she grabbed one of the candles on the floor. She gripped it like it was a life line. Perhaps it was. She quickly brought it down to her gaping and ready sex. No preliminaries were necessary. She inserted it with force, and cried out her pleasure. Although it was thin by most penile standards, it was more than enough for her. Her martial arts training and constant physical excercise had destroyed her hymen long ago. If she did have that barrier, she might have been able to snap out of her delirium. As it was, she used her impromptu penis with great vigour. Power started to gather within the writhing girl. Through her lust and desire she felt the Power rise. She paused for a second, but then continued her fevered actions. The Power came from within, not imposed on her like all the magics she had experienced. It was a burning, terrifying Power, building from the pit of her stomach. To her, ki was heady and potent, but it was liquid and cool to her imagination. This new sensation was fire. Still, she couldn't stop her hands. Her left drove the wax phallus in and out of her dripping sex. Her right pinched and stroked her clitoris wildly. Her fantasy had become divided, with twin lovers attending her, and her them. One male was thrusting heavily into her, while the female laid under her. The man seemed to grow inside her as the burning power grew. The woman laid so that she could lick the joining of man and woman, leaving her own sex at Akane's face. In one orgiastic surge, the ferocious firey energy consumed her from within. In one instant, Akane Tendo's heart stopped. "Time is growing short little one. You must awaken." "hWh..at?" Akane responded to the ancient and caring voice sluggishly, still recovering from the shock. "We have precious little time, and there is much you need to hear." "What... What happened?" she looked around for a minute, trying to see her surroundings. She believed that she was in the dojo, but there was a light, bright mist that covered the area and prevented easy sight. She looked down and gasped. She saw three people laying on the floor in a very compromising position. All three of them looked very familiar. Two of them, placed like twin opposing bookends, framed the shorter haired girl in the middle. "You have been chosen to be a Guardian of this realm. The current guardian will die shortly, and his service must continue." Akane, not hearing this statement, said, "This is not happening." "Yes it is. There is something that I must know. Do you love anyone?" "What?" She spun around to look at the man and put the sight behind her. "What has that got to do with anything?" she demanded of him. "I have chosen you, of all my descendants, to be the Guardian of this realm. Your involvements with man, or woman, will affect your ability. They may be used against you and you must be prepared for this." Akane blushed at the mention of girls, not certain if she should take his head off, or hide. It wasn't as if she _liked_ girls that way, this scene displayed before her just popped into her head. "Well, I do have a fiancee..." Akane evaded. She wasn't really certain that she did love him, but she knew she cared. "Ah, yes. Good. The young man I presume?" Akane nodded, with her blush deepening. "What of the girl?" Akane fairly glowed with embarrasment, "err... That is also Ranma." "Please explain." "I'm not certain how much you know, but Ranma was dunked in the Spring of Drowned Girl. Before he met us, that is." "Spring of Drowned Girl?" "Yes, it was at the valley of Jusenkyou." "Jusenkyo? Unbelievable!" "What's wrong? Is there something that I should know?" There was a moment of hesitation, but he waived off the question, "There is nothing that can be done about it. Pay it no mind. "With that, I can ask you. Will you ascend to the position of Guardian, acknowleging your lineage as a defender of this realm from demons? It is a position of great responsibility and immense duty. You will have a difficult life ahead of you, however you will be granted a great power, and an instructor for your benefit." "My lineage? Is this something that only women can do?" "No. The current Guardian is male." "I'm not the best martial artist in my family. My father is by far better than I. Unless I got it from my mother." "No, I am your ancestor through your father's line. The death of your mother, due to complications of pregnancy with her fifth child, has made your father mentally unsuitable for this duty." "Mom was pregnant? But, she was always so healthy!" "Each of her pregnancies were difficult for her. Yours expecially. It was advised that she not try for another, as it might kill her." "Fifth?" "I must have your answer. My time here is almost at an end. What is your decision?" Akane paused for a minute, only to have him urge her further. 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