Ranma Neko Chapter 2
Story by https://thtiger.sofurry.com/
Neko 1/2
Ch 2
For those who are fans of Ranma, this is where things start to go seriously off the rails in regard to the original source material. We're bringing Ryoga in very early, and modifying his introduction. This is a porn universe story, and it is also being done in tandem with a drawn comic. If we want to get to the good stuff before five years go by we have to condense the story line, and venture into pure fan-fiction territory. And one of the plot devices I'm going to use is to have the characters be smart where it advances the plot, dumb where it is funny, and horny all the time.
So, be warned. This ain't your kids Ranma.
Akane Tendo had doubled the distance of her normal morning jog, and was even sweatier than normal as she approached the final stretch that would bring her home.. She had a lot of stress and aggravation to work off, as shown in her mutterings as she ran.
"I can not believe that freak! Standing there and saying he's better built than me! And then Daddy scolds me for bashing a guest. He's not a guest, he's a perverted jerk who should be in a freak show somewhere, not sleeping in the same house as three helpless girls. What the hell is Daddy thinking? He wants me to marry that creep? I bet he was laughing his ass off all the time I thought he was a real girl. The stupid jerk!"
Akane jogged by two males, her top soaked with so much perspiration that even with her sports bra under her t-shirt her breasts might as well have been naked. She barely noticed the two except to swing wide in case they tried to grab her ass. That had never happened to her while jogging, but was all too common at school and had left her very wary in general of anyone with a dick who was not also named Doctor Tofu.
It was the sound of someone saying "Tendo Dojo" that snapped her out of her internal monologue and caused her to look more closely at the two men, well, one boy, one man.
The older male was a local she'd seen many times before, the other was a stranger. A little taller and a bit more muscular in build than Ranma. With a shaggy head of hair, bound by a patterned handkerchief, that looked like it had been hacked to length by a knife rather than clipped by another person. Very unlike Ranma's pig-tail style.
Akane snorted in annoyance when she realized she was using Ranma as a standard to measure other males by. That in turn led to a very brief flashback of Ranma standing in the bathroom, his erect penis inches from her eyes. His very large, very hard, very thick, penis. It had been so close. She could have stuck her tongue out and touched the soft silky tip.
She found her heart beating far faster than normal, and her mouth was suddenly filled with saliva she was forced to swallow. Was she mistaken, or where her nipples tightening under the bra?
Akane quickly shook that disturbing image out of her head, and to distract herself from any such further digressions she approached the two males. The local was currently pointing his finger in the direction of her house and as she walked up she heard him say in a rather strained voice, "Just like the last three times I told you, kid. It"s in that direction."
"Pardon me. Are you looking for the Tendo dojo?" Akane asked.
The local was startled and gave her a guilty look. Akane suddenly remembered that she most often saw him on her morning jog, and thinking back, she could remember feeling his eyes on her as she came and went by him in this same place each day. The bastard has been checking me out, she realized, and fought the urge to cross a hand over her chest as she caught him staring at her tits.
Instead she settled for a death stare. When his eyes finally lifted away from her heaving breasts, and caught the full brunt of her glare, his hair and tail fluffed out, and he made himself scarce, quick enough to raise a puff of dust.
Akane gave a sniff and turned to the other male, prepared to clock him a good one if he was staring at her tits. Seeing as how he was a boy her own age, and thus fair game.
But, he wasn't staring at her tits, or even at her in general. His face was flushed and his gaze was on the ground as he shuffled nervously from one foot to the other while tapping his forefingers together in a nervous gesture.
Akane had run into her fair share of terminally shy boys, usually while trying to avoid the other very un-shy sort. But they were, almost to a person, geeks and wimps. Boys as sturdily built as the one in front of her on the other hand tended to be a lot more like Ranma, brash jerks who thought the sun shone out of their asses. To meet a boy who was both a hot stud, and shy as a geek, threw her.
Unable to think of anything to say, she fell back on the whole reason she'd stopped in the first place. "Did I hear you ask where the Tendo dojo is?" she asked.
The boy looked up in surprise and for a moment met her eyes, before flushing even redder than he had been before. He rolled his gaze heavenward and said, "Uhm, yes,"
"Are you planning on challenging the Dojo Master?" Akane asked, a hint of hope in her voice. This boy certainly had the look, the aura, of a martial artist. Powerful arms, a broad muscular chest, sturdy calves. Akane prided herself on being able to spot a fellow artist. Maybe her father would let her stand in for him. The boy looked like he'd be a worthy opponent. And an honest one. Not like Ranma. That jerk!
"Uhm, nope. Need to ask him something, If he's Soun Tendo." He held up a smart phone with a GPS app active. "My map only got me this far. It's not very good at precise directions away from the main roads."
Disappointed that she wouldn't have a chance to see how good the boy was, but ready to be helpful, Akane said, "He's my father. I can take you there, if you'd like?"
Once again the boy met her eyes, this time with gratitude gleaming in them. "You'd do that? For me?"
Akane had a sudden feeling that this boy had experienced few kind gestures in his life. He might even be homeless to go by from the look of his rather travel-worn appearance and the huge back pack on his back. She felt virtuous as she said, "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" As they walked along, Akane leading, she said over her shoulder, "I'm Akane Tendo," and extended a damp hand.
The boy actually looked frightened by the offer of her hand and hesitated before shaking it.
"Uhmm, I'm, Ryoga. Ryoga Hibiki. P-pleased to meet you."
It was only a five minute walk to her house, but Akane found herself developing an unexpected fondness for the shy boy she was guiding. For one thing, even though she was walking in front of him in her tight running shorts, he never once, as far as she could tell (and she checked) stared at her taut ass. She had even stopped momentarily and adjust her shoe laces, giving the lad an excellent view of the material of her shorts stretched over her shapely ass. When she peeked at him he seemed to be searching for birds in the sky overhead.
She had mixed feelings about that. While it was nice to meet a boy her own age who was not a total pervert, and not a geek, it was a bit of a blow to her ego that he wasn't checking her out. Maybe this odd boy wasn't into girls to start with.
In the end she decided that all things considered it was a welcome change from dealing with a pervert like Ranma and left it at that.
As they got near her home she could hear shouting and the sound of conflict. She was a bit startled, but quickly recognized Ranma and his father by their voices. Her guess was confirmed when she heard her father's friend yell out. "Is that the best you can do, Ranma? You're pathetic, boy!"
"Ranma?" the boy behind her said in a startled voice, and then he repeated himself, in an angry tone with the hint of a feral growl under it. "Ranma!"
Before the startled Akane could react, he rushed by her, un-slinging a large bamboo umbrella from atop of his backpack. He passed her so fast her waist-length hair blew in the breeze of his passing. Brandishing his rain protection like a weapon, he ran toward the nearby gates. Akane had no choice but to race after him, while inwardly she wondered what that jerk Ranma had done to make this shy boy so angry. That it was Ranma's fault she did not for a moment question. She might have only known him for less than a day, but she had the pervert's measure in full.
Ranma, back in his proper body, grinned in anticipation as he lined up for the kick he'd spent the last five minutes setting up. The kick that would dunk his idiot father into the Tendo Koi pond and win him the match.
Ranma's focus was broken by a vaguely familiar scream from the direction of the front gate. "Die, Ranma!"
He glanced in that direction and spotted a wild-man rushing toward him brandishing a large bamboo umbrella. Closer examination of his attacker was interrupted by his father's bare foot catching him in the side of the head and sending him flying across the yard. He turned a somersault in mid-air and landed on his feet in a defensive pose.
"Idiot. What have I told you a million times about getting distracted---Erk," Genma was cut off as the attacker whacked him across the side of the head with his umbrella. It was Genma's turn to go flying, in the direction of the house. Unlike Ranma he did not land gracefully, but plowed into the ground face first. From there he crawled up onto the porch and rolled over on his back. He made a wave-like gesture toward Ranma while saying, "A master should not interfere in his students' fight. I'll leave the rest to you, Ranma. Don't shame me."
Ranma barely heard his father. He was busily staring at the boy who had taken up a stance in front of him. There was something very familiar about him. He frowned, trying to remember where he had seen him before. An image flashed in his mind, the face of the boy in front of him, eyes wide in surprise, just before he vanished from sight as he fell off a cliff.
"You bastard! It's you! The bastard rapist who attacked me in China!" Ranma growled.
He leapt toward the boy feet first, clearly intending to drop kick him across the yard.
The anger the boy had been showing changed to dumbfounded shock at Ranma's accusation and rage-filled attack. Instead of charging forward, he expertly swept his umbrella out and deflected Ranma into the Koi pond. "Cool off, coward," he said smugly as Ranma landed with a huge splash.
A moment later Ranma, now in his female version, erupted from the pond like a geyser and shot straight at the smug boy. He stared it total shock and didn't make a single move to dodge the blade of foot as it took him square in the face. The force of the blow was hard enough to make him drop his umbrella as he shot across the yard and slammed into the wall hard enough to crack it."Laugh that off, you bastard rapist!" the furious red-head said, dropping lightly to her feet where he had been standing, her large jugs bouncing in her wet top.
Ranma leaned down and took hold of Ryoga umbrella in her small hand. She tried to lift it, and gave a grunt of surprise when it barely budged. "What the hell is this thing made of? And how did he handle it so easily?" she muttered to herself.
Gritting her teeth, she hefted the heavy device and pointed it at where Ryoga was still embedded in the stone wall. "I'm going to shove this thing up your ass, creep!"
The boy paid no attention to the threat. Instead he stared at Ranma with a look of horror on his face as he muttered, "No, no. It can't be! You can't be her! I thought it was an accident. But it wasn't. You kicked me off that cliff on purpose!"
Akane had stood spellbound by the fight. She wasn't sure who's side to take, who she should defend. Obviously this was a personal matter between the boys, well, between the boy and the girl now.
Ryoga's expression shifted to one of pure rage that perfectly mirrored the look on Ranma's face. He stepped away from the wall, causing chunks of it to break loose as he did so. His hand went to his belt and pulled it free of his pants.
"Oh, no! Not this time, you bastard!" Ranma bellowed, lifting the umbrella and charging at Ryoga.
In reply, Ryoga snapped his wrist, causing the belt in his hand to straighten out into a rigid bar with a loud metallic 'twang'. He negligently swiped it at one of the chunks that had fallen out of the wall and the cement chunk split in two as cleanly as it it had been cleaved by a laser.
"Ranma, because of you, I have seen hell," Ryoga screamed, and rushed toward Ranma even as she rushed at him. She swung her weapon, and he swung his. And it was Ranma who was left holding nothing but the handle as the rest of her weapon hit the ground hard enough to raise a cloud of dirt.
Ryoga raised his band-like weapon, his eyes glowing with rage, and then he hesitated, an expression of doubt on his face.
Ranma took advantage of his hesitation to kick Ryoga's sword out of his hands and followed up as she spun in place and planted another kick right on his chin. She was just getting ready to give him another hard punch when a scream of fear came from the porch.
"Akane! No!" Kasumi cried out as she ran past Ranma and Ryoga, followed by Soun, Genma, and Nabiki, who was trying to conceal an expression of worry behind a mask of boredom.
Ranma and Ryoga looked in the direction everyone was going, and paled as they spotted Akane standing there with a hand clutched to her shoulder, while the bulk of her long heavy hair was laying on the ground behind her. Even as the boys watched a telltale red stain spread out from under Akane's hand.
"It's only a scratch, Kasumi," Akane told her sister. "It barely brushed me."
"Can't say the same for your hair, sis," Nabiki said, pointing at the ground. Akane followed her gaze and turned pale. She felt the back of her head and her eyes took on a stricken look when all she could feel was the short remains of her previously glorious mane of hair. The boy's razor-like weapon had shorn her hair at about collar-level as cleanly as if it had been done by a barber.
"Guess, you got lucky, Akane," Ranma said. "Could have been a lot worse."
"And whose fault would that have been, Saotome?" Nabiki asked in a chill tone.
"Whaaaaa, My baby has been mutilated," Soun wailed, throwing his arms around the stunned Akane, rivers of tears cascading down his cheeks.
Ranma looked guilty, but could not help but protest. "It was only her hair. It'll grow back," he offered nonchalantly, trying to mask his genuine concern.
Nabiki gave her head a shake and looked at Ranma with disdain. "A girl's hair is her treasure, Ranma. You'd know that if you were the real thing."
"Akane, if it will make you feel better, you can punch me in the face."
Ranma spun around to see that Ryoga was looking over Soun's shoulder into Akane's stunned face, pointing at his chin. She fumed at this, seeing it as him trying get into Akane's good graces. It make Ranma even more angry that this boy was sucking up to his fiancee.
"Me too, Akane," Ranma said, moving forward to stand beside Ryoga and pointing at her own chin and bracing herself for the expected blow.
Akane's speed took them by surprise. In a blur she hit them both with the same punch, a wide haymaker.
Off to the side Genma and Kasumi winced, and even Nabiki looked a tiny bit sympathetic. "They really should have known better."
Akane walked past her sisters into the house. "Could you trim my hair, Kasumi?" she calmly, if sadly, asked, massaging her sore knuckles.. Soun was still draped around her shoulders, wailing about his poor baby girl.
Genma looked at the crumpled heaps that had formerly been Ranma and Ryoga. "Too bad she's a girl, she's has potential." he said.
Akane sat on the kitchen stool, a tablecloth tied around her neck. The steady click, click, click, of Kasumi's scissors vibrated in her ears as her oldest sister trimmed her hair. There was a small bandage on her shoulder where Kasumi had covered over the small wound made by the sword that had taken her hair.
Losing the bulk of her hair had left her stunned and shocked. It had taken her ten years of care to grow her hair down to her ass. To have all that work and effort taken away in a second had left her numb. She'd barely been able to punch Ranma and Ryoga in the face in retaliation before walking into her home like a zombie.
Akane's thoughts were far away from what Kasumi was doing. Once the numbness of her loss had faded somewhat. Her mind started to put things in perspective.
She could have died!
Just a couple of inches the wrong way and it would have been her head she lost instead of a little bit of blood and couple of feet of hair. Hair that was nothing more than the visual proof of the delusion she had been living under for the last ten years.
Just because she'd believed she could catch the eye of her pre-teen crush by growing her hair out like Kasumi, like an an adult woman, that Doctor Tofu was so crazy about.
"What a joke," she muttered to herself, letting out a small bitter laugh while tears trickled down her cheeks. "What a waste of time."
Akane closed her eyes and curled her hands up into fists, squeezing so tight that her claws threatened to draw blood from her palms. The pain cleared her mind, and Akane made a personal vow in the silence of her mind.
Two years previously she had let her father talk her out of pursuing a higher level of martial arts skill. He had warned her that if she moved beyond 'sport' fighting, she would enter the dangerous world of real martial arts. The type where you had to be prepared to put your life on the line every time you fought. The type where girls who dared those heights had to endure the attention of perverts if she wished to truly hone her skill. No street fighter was going to resist taking advantage of a cute girl he had just beat down her father had avowed.
Even though Akane was sure her father was only trying to scare her off, he had planted a niggling seed of doubt, and she she had stepped back from taking the step that would move her past merely good to potential mastery.
Well, no longer.
From this day forward I'm going to live my life as if this is my last day on earth. I'm not going to waste my life pining for what I can't have, and start looking for things I can have.
Ranma and Ryoga are so much better at fighting than I am it's not even funny. I'm going to change that. I'm going to spar with Ranma every chance I get, even if I have to put up with his perverted urges to do it. It will be worth it if I can get better, no matter what I have to pay to do so.
Unbidden, the image of Ranma standing naked in the shower, his crank in hand, floated up in her mind. A second later he was joined by an equally nude Ryoga, though her mind had to fill in a lot of the details as far as the shy boy was concerned. For instance, Ryoga's crank started out bigger than Ranma, but Akane mentally reduced it till he matched Ranma. No way could a guy be that big. She felt an icy chill run down her spine at the thought of having those huge chunks of meat shoved into her small twat. Despite that, her determination didn't waver.
She did grow a bit moist between the legs, however.
Ranma-chan and Ryoga let out synchronized explosive sneezes. Then they each wiped their noses on their forearm as they continued to look at each other warily out of the corner of their eyes.
Ranma was feeling even tinier than she usually did as a girl. Ryoga was maybe an inch taller than her boy side, and about twenty pounds heavier, all of it muscle. That wasn't much when Ranma was a boy, but it sure made him seem huge as he sat inches away from her on the bench. The knowledge that he was at least twice as strong as she was didn't help matters.
Right now the bastard was lost in thought, though she caught him darting glances toward her from time to time, a funny look on his face. It kept changing from total rage to contemplation, and back again. During the contemplative periods she could feel him undressing her with his eyes. It made her tummy feel funny, that examination. The two of them were pretty evenly matched as boys, but her only real defense against Ryoga while she was a girl was to run away. It wasn't a situation she was used to. It had been years since she hadn't automatically been the toughest kid on the block. Worse, strange as he made her feel, running away wasn't the first thing that came to mind.
Which was totally crazy.
She wanted to do nothing more than to kick his teeth down his throat for what he had done to her back in China. But she wasn't sure she could do it as a girl. She did know that she wasn't going to hand the job over to her guy self. This was between 'her' and Ryoga, not 'him' and Ryoga. She needed to figure out how she'd get revenge from the bastard that didn't not involve another direct physical confrontation seeing as how the last two times she had done that had not turned out to her favor.
She'd been a total idiot during the fight. She hadn't given a single thought to what might happen when she kicked the sword out of Ryoga's hand. She had not been fighting him in the wilderness or along some country road. There were innocent bystanders nearby. She'd been totally focused on defeating him, getting revenge, no matter what the cost. She felt selfish.
She'd never been in that position before. She'd always been the calm one, the one in control, easily controlling the fight and playing her opponent like a bull in a ring.
"I'm not going to fight you anymore, not here." she said, not looking at Ryoga. "We almost killed Akane." Ranma blanched at the memory of blood staining Akane's shoulder and the deep guilt he felt.
Ryoga nodded his head. "Yeah. But that's okay. I've already decided on a different way to get my vengeance on you for what you did to me."
"What I did to you?" Ranma said in an incredulous voice.
"I challenged you to a man on man fight and you ran out on it," Ryoga yelled, a vein throbbing in his forehead. "Because of that, I've seen hell."
"What? Are you crazy. I was in the vacant lot behind your house for three days waiting for you to show up."
"And I showed up on the fourth day, after going through hell to find the lot."
"My dad dragged me away, you jackass. Wait, is that why you were in China? Is that why you did that to me."
Ranma's mind fell back in time, to the event that taught her the true horror of her curse.
It had been right after she'd emerged from what had turned out to be the spring of drowned, nymphomaniac catgirl, as Ranma had later named it in her own mind. She'd been so furious at her pop for losing her masculinity that she hadn't been aware of the implication of the burning heat and need coming from her groin as she chased the fat panda into the woods. Why would she be? She was a boy, not a girl. She'd never experienced a bad heat cycle before. It was different from the lust he had felt before pronging some willing chick. It was like a hunger, an almost insatiable hunger, that radiated from her loins and spread out to her whole body. Unlike when he was drilling some slut he now did not feel as if he was in command of his body or mind. It was so different from his feelings as an alpha stud that it confused him. It was an entirely new experience. He had never ached to have sex before. It had always been a pleasurable option for him. Now it felt like an imperative, as if he had lost his sense of free will.
It wasn't till she ran into, literally, a solidly built catboy, a bit bigger than her guy side, on the top of a cliff, that she'd discovered, to her total horror, just what her father's stupidity had done to her. How easily she could abandon any sense of self respect and decorum.
The strong scent of unwashed virile male had filled her nose as the two of them had tumbled across the clearing, their bodies tangled together. The scent had overwhelmed Ranma's conscious mind and everything had faded away in a cloud of overwhelming lust. It was intoxicating.
The next coherent memory Ranma had was the feel of the boy's large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pressing her face into the dirt even as his other hand yanked down her trousers and seized the base of her tail to wrench her hindquarters up into the air. She had felt deliciously exposed and vulnerable. Even two months later the memory of how she had mewled in need and wiggled her butt in open invitation as his cock probed between her legs filled her with shame. It was as if some primal, animal urge had taken control of her mind and body.
She didn't know if it was because it was her first time, because she was so small, or because he was hung like a horse, all she knew was she thought she was going to be split in two when he popped the head of his crank into her gizmo. Tears of joy had welled in her eyes. The pain had been nearly blinding, but the sheer relief of having her needy vessel filled so fully-- to be stretched so maximally-- overshadowed the discomfort, and when he'd shoved forward, driving a good four or five inches of what felt a baseball bat up into her belly. She had met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hindquarters against his loins, pivoting her hips in some inborn need to make her anonymous partner feels as good as she was feeling.
Ranma had exploded in a powerful orgasm unlike any she had ever felt as a male. It felt like a vindication, a confirmation of her womanly skill and allure. It was her very first female release and the power of it took her by surprise, as did the way it seemed to go on and on forever.
That was the moment when the first traitorous thought that being a girl might not be so bad crossed her mind.
The feel of her gidget clamping around his crank had proven too much for the catboy who was violating her and he had exploded inside her, filling her gizmo to overflowing with thick glutinous spunk, which had set Ranma off on another series of orgasms and caused her to lose mental focus again. Ranma could scarcely believe the loud moans she was hearing were coming from his own lips. I deserve this, I earned this, this is my right, she thought. She felt as if she was fulfilling some primitive, animal mandate. She saw stars, exploding fireworks, as if every synapse in her brain were firing simultaneously.
When she'd came down from her sexual high it was to find that her violator had managed to get his still almost fully hard crank all the way into her cum filled gizmo and had resumed pumping in and out of her. The feeling of that big thing moving inside her body had been weird and terrifying and oh, so good. She had felt a flood of their mingled juices flowing from her abused, distended sex with each withdrawal of his thick manhood, and hadn't given a damn as his warm sticky juices had run down her inner thighs. In fact, the feeling of his discharge flowing down her inner thighs only seemed to heighten her pleasure. The only thing she was interested in was the wonderful feeling of being spread and stroked by something that seemed like it was tailor-made to scratch her in just the right spots. The feel of him moving inside her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and felt tons better than her encounters with girls as a guy, and so did the next orgasm that had her clawing at the ground and yowling at the sky as her body thrashed underneath him.
Ranma could not deny that the sex was wonderful, but she could not escape the feeling, deep in her competitive soul, that she had lost a fight. She felt she had surrendered even without a fight. After all, she was the one with her face being ground into the ground while he towered over her. She wanted to see his face, it felt important. Looking over her shoulder she saw him with his head thrown back yowling his superiority to the sky like a wild animal, some sort of feral beast. She'd been in that position on many an occasion herself as guy after she'd managed to talk a cute, naive girl into coming back to her campsite to look at her etchings.
Finding herself on the other side of the situation, now that her mind was not fogged with need and lust, came as a shock to the brand new girl, to say the least. Acting on instinct, leavened with a hint of fear over how intense the situation was, Ranma had worked up the willpower to push herself away from the boy. He had been so large, and she had been so tight, it had actually hurt a bit to pull herself off of him so quickly. She welcomed the discomfort, the dull ache, the burning from her tortured female bit. It helped to jolt her mind out of the fog of lust that had been interfering with her ability to act.
Free of the catboy, and his oversized crank, Ranma regarded her erstwhile lover as he lay sprawled on the grass panting, his wondrous tool slowly deflating and still drooling spunk on his dimpled belly. Ranma's leg had cocked back and she'd kicked him right in the guts, diverting her blow at the last second from her intended target. The boy had lurched backward, given a scream of surprise, and then vanished as he fell off the edge of the cliff he'd been balling her on. A few moments later his screaming cut off with the sound of a muddy sounding splash.
Ranma remembered how she'd run off into the bushes while pulling on her trousers without checking to see if he, who she now knew was Ryoga, was alright. She remembered feeling a certain satisfaction at booting the bastard over the edge of the cliff. Mostly, however, she had been been desperately afraid that her father would pop back out of the bushes and see what she'd let happen to herself.
Ranma stared at Ryoga in horror as she vividly remembered the moment she'd learned the full implications of her curse. "How could you do that to me? We were friends, once."
"Don't blame me, Ranma. I was just walking along looking for a way to get down into the valley. Then some crazy nympho jumps me, claws most of my clothes off and tries to eat my dick. What was I supposed to do. I almost lost my balls before I could get you over on your belly and pinned. And then you went and lifted your tail for me. I didn't even know it was you. What would you have done?"
Ranma blinked in surprise. Had that happened? She had no memory from the time she ran into Ryoga, to the time she had come to herself with him behind her, thrusting his crank into her body with machine-like insistence. It wasn't like she hadn't suffered blackouts before. And it wasn't like she'd done stuff while blacked out that hadn't embarrassed the hell out of her.
[Would Ryoga admit that had been his first time?]
Ranma would give anything to believe Ryoga was lying. Unfortunately she had to concede, at least to herself, that Ryoga was one of the least likely candidates for a rapist she knew. Despite being buff and strong as hell, as well as hung like a horse, he could barely talk to a girl to save his life. Back in middle school he couldn't even look a girl in the eye if one tried to talk to him. Ryoga was painfully shy, everyone knew that.
And she knew that she tended to go a bit crazy when her heat was not controlled. The need was so powerful that she turned into a wild animal till it was soothed in some way. The time with Ryoga was the only time she'd blacked out in the old familiar way, but she'd come close on a few other occasions. But it had, after all, been her first time-- well, as a girl, anyway.
Her tail curled around in front of Ranma as she nervously checked to see if her tail tie was still secure.
None of that did a single thing to reduce the feeling of utter humiliation she felt upon realizing that her old rival from middle school had seen her in such a state, and worse, had given her the best sex she had ever experienced. Not that she had anything else to compare it with, except her hand or, occasionally, a phallic-shaped vegetable.
And the bastard knew it. She could see it in the smug look in his eyes as he stared down at her, his eyes focused on the tits her soaking wet shirt did nothing to hide them. She fought down the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten to her. And yet, despite herself, Ranma had a hard time keeping her eyes from flickering down toward Ryoga's groin to see if he was hard, and also if he was as big as she remembered him being, both from their middle school locker room, and that session at the springs. Not that Ranma would ever admit it he had always felt a little intimidated whenever he had seen Ryoga nude. Ranma knew he, himself, was well-fixed, but he was not in the same league as Ryoga. And no amount of training would ever bridge that gap. He might be able to defeat Ryoga in combat, but he would never be able to best him in the equipment department. And the hell of it was that Ryoga seemed completely oblivious to his endowment, his gift. He never lorded it over Ranma or the other boys. It was madingley as if Ryoga did not see himself as 'large'.
Feeling more than a little flustered, and angry at herself for being that way, she sought to deflect from the subject by getting back to why they were both sitting here with the bruises caused by Akane's fists visible on their faces.
"What the hell were you thinking, using that fucking sword, you asshole? You could have killed someone!"
Ryoga's smug and lecherous expression turned contrite, "I know," he said. "I was so angry, I forgot the first rule of a true Martial Artist. Protect the weak. I was thinking too much of the second rule. Punish the wicked."
"The hell! Where do you get off calling me wicked?"
Ryoga's contrite expression fled and his face turned red as he yelled at Ranma, "You have no idea of the hell I've experienced because of you, Ranma!"
"What, because I got to the last sandwich-of-the-day before you for a month when we were back in middle-school? That is why you challenged me in the first place, isn't it? Are you insane?"
Ryoga calmed down slightly, and his smug look came back, "I think I can consider that debt paid Ranma." He ran his eyes up and down her body, leaving no question as to how he considered Ranma to have paid it.
"Then what the hell are you talking about?" Ranma demanded, shifting uneasily under his speculative gaze as moisture began to trickle out from between her lower lips. It bothered her that she was reacting so strongly to him. She felt she had to do something to get some control.
"Are you upset because I took your virginity?" Ranma suddenly demanded.
Ryoga recoiled slightly, looking flustered. "How dare you ask me that?!" he sputtered. "And how do you know I was a virgin anyway?"
Ranma's tension eased. Yeah, it was the same old Ryoga. Guy goes all to pieces if you talk about sex. "Aw, c'mon! We're both guys. . ." Ranma hesitated, glanced down at her impressive rack, then said, "I'm a guy most of the time. I could tell by the way you. . . well, you know."
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"It's like this," Ranma patiently explained, "When it's a guy's first time he tend to, you know, be quick on the trigger. . . "
"I wasn't quick on the trigger! I gave you a really good stumping, if I say so myself! I lasted plenty long. Long enough for you to have a few orgasms. . . I think."
Ranma had to work to keep her face smooth as she recalled those orgasms. The first her girl side ever had. "Heh, don't kid yourself, buddy. I was FAKING it!" Ranma announced triumphantly.
"You're lying! I've watched enough anime to know when a girl is climaxing. You were coming so hard that you nearly ripped my unit off."
"Oh, Ryoga, Ryoga, Ryoga. . . you poor boy. You haven't learned how women can manipulate you into believing exactly what they want you to believe. Women are snakes!"
"But, you're a woman!"
Ranma paused as if to consider this. "Well, I may LOOK like a woman, but I am a man to my core. I still have honor."
"You got these," Ryoga exploded, poking his finger hard into one of Ranma's full tits.
"Ouch! Hey!"
". . . and this!" Ryoga deftly reached down and cupped Ranma's crotch, which made the small girl jump involuntarily.
Ranma lost her cool and became flustered at his touch. What the hell? Ryoga wasn't this bold."Watch it, buddy! That's my. . . "
"Your what?" Ryoga smiled fiendishly.
"That's where my big 'ol cock is going to be when I kick your ass, scumbag!"
They sat silently for several minutes, each avoiding eye contact with the other. Finally, Ryoga calmly said, "No, it's has nothing to do with my losing my virginity, Ranma."
Ranma wanted to curse. She'd been doing so well, until he'd touched her, Damn this cursed body of hers.
Ryoga's expression shifted once again, and now he looked furious as hell. again He curled up his hand into fists and for a moment she was sure he was going to tackle her right off the bench despite his promise to no longer brawl where it would put others into danger. A pool of heat formed in her belly and she clenched her thighs together involuntary in reaction to the animal fury he was directing toward her.
Then, Ryoga took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Slowly his hands unclenched and when he when he opened his eyes back up it was clear he had gained control even though he still looked mad. "That's the problem. You have no idea what you did to me. You didn't even give a damn. You got what you wanted from me and then kicked me to the curb. Well, now it's my turn. I'm going to get what I want from you, for as long as I want. And when I'm tired of you, you'll be the one tossed into the trash." He slowly ran his eyes up and down her body, leaving no question in Ranma's mind as to what he wanted from her. "I'll be in touch," Ryoga said, before turning and marching away.
"You can bloody well touch yourself. Don't ever think you're going to get another shot at me, you bastard," Ranma-chan yelled after him, while part of her rather regretted he hadn't tried to do a little more touching before he left.
The evidence of her reluctance to see him go was plain in the way her nipples were trying to poke holes through her shirt.
Ryoga just gave her the finger over his shoulder as he pulled a smart phone out of his pocket and examined the screen as he turned a corner and was lost to her sight.
"Well, that's him gone for the next week at least," Ranma said to herself, thinking of Ryoga's pathetic sense of direction.
Six hours later Ryoga stood outside the Tendo home in the rain, his umbrella open over his head as he contemplated the darkened house.
He'd been wandering the streets ever since he'd left Ranma. Not trying to find his way, his GPS took care of that, at least as far as proper streets went. No, what he'd been doing was thinking about whether he was really going to do what he had threatened Ranma with.
He had vacillated between simply being happy that Ranma knew he had popped her cherry, to furious anger at what she had done to him once she was finished with him. The callous way she had kicked him off the cliff, the hell she had turned his life into.
The memory of all he had endured because of her caused him to lean toward acting out his threat, but in the end it wasn't the real deciding factor. The truth was, Ranma, when a girl, was smoking, and the idea of turning her into his own personal little sex toy was far too tempting to resist, not when it also served double duty in getting revenge on the little slut.
And that had brought him to this point. It was time for Ranma to make the first payment she owed him.
Firm in his purpose, Ryoga stepped through the gate, while slipping a hand down inside his pants to adjust his painfully erect crank. It was tenting the front of his trousers obscenely and made his gait a bit awkward. The confines of his clothing made the massive organ sore as it struggled to reach it's full potential.
Ryoga squatted outside the closed door to the family room and he listened intently, but all he could hear were the chirping of crickets. The lights in the Tendo home were all off. Surely they must all be sleeping, he reasoned.
He crab-crawled around the exterior of the house until he was one floor beneath what, he was sure, was Ranma's room. He pressed his ear to the wall of the house, but again could detect no sound, no movement from within the dwelling. He smiled wickedly.
"You think I fucked you hard the first time, Ranma. Well, that ain't nothing to what I am going to give you tonight!" he thought, stifling a laugh. He couldn't ever remember being so in control of his life, of having so much power. He didn't have to worry about Ranma hating him because he popped a boner just being near her. On the contrary he reveled in Ranma's hatred. The thought of her hating him at the same time he forced orgasm after orgasm on her made his cock twitch inside his already too tight pants. Ranma had made his life hell, and he had every intention of turning her into his personal cock-sleeve as payback.
Ryoga began climbing some lattice work beneath his target window. He had to move exquisitely slow to keep the wood from creaking. But that was okay, he was used to having to move stealthily. His lack of direction had landed him in enough delicate situations that he was a past master of blending into the shadows. After several minutes he was at the window ledge. Like an expert ninja, he slowly slid open the window as silently as he could.
Ryoga brought his nose to the window ledge and inhaled deeply. "Ah," he thought, "fresh warm pussy! Looks like this is the place!"
The room was pitch-black. There was no ambient light from outside, it being a moonless night. He threw one leg over the window sill and into the room, but he had to hoist his body up so his erection could clear the window frame. At one point, this distended member struck the wall with a loud 'thud'. He froze, listening for any movement.
Hearing none, he continued his serpent-like entry into the blackened room. He found that there was a student's desk immediately below the window. He navigated that obstacle and soon was belly-down on the polished wooden floor of the bedroom. Well, as belly-down as his turgid member would allow. Sliding silently across the floor he bumped his nose into the blanket of a bed. Rising to his knees he gingerly felt the surface of the bed, like a blind man. Ryoga's hand came to rest of the gentle swelling of a female hip.
The intensity, the danger of the moment, along with his desire to nail Ranma, had caused his pecker to leak, forming a yet-unseen blob of semen on the summit of the boner tent. He could feel his heavy balls rising and falling to a rhythm all their own, churning the seed he would soon be pumping into his adversaries'' womb.
Ryoga explored further in the inky darkness, being mindful not to disturb the sleeping Ranma. He finally had a mental image of her position on the bed. Ever so slowly he lowered the bedclothes to expose Ranma's form. Damn! She was wearing two-piece pajamas!
Ryoga found it slightly odd that Ranma was also wearing perfume. But then he grinned maliciously, Yeah, he didn't like being a girl. . .MUCH!
With painstaking care, Ryoga flicked Ranma's ear. The sleeping girl unconsciously rubbed the ear, allowing Ryoga to guide her active limb into a position to make it easier for him to roll her on her belly. Understanding the basics of the human body, and how to leverage them, even against their owner's wishes, was second nature to Ryoga. He didn't even have to think about it.
By now Ryoga's organs was throbbing so stridently in anticipation that he feared it could be heard.
When Ryoga had positioned Ranma on her belly, he cautiously slid her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. My god, thought Ryoga, he's even wearing panties! The little bitch really was embracing her feminine side. Maybe he'd fucked the male right out of her back at Jusenkyo, he thought with a smirk.
The panties joined her pajama bottoms in a jumble around her ankles. That should make it harder for him to escape when he does wake up and realizes what I am doing to him, Ryoga grinned to himself. Thinking about that, he reached up to his head and pulled loose the bandana that held his untamed hair in place. There was another identical bandana under the first. They were useful tools and he always wore a whole stack of them. He made use of the one in his hands to carefully secure Ranma's wrists together above her head.
Having secured his prey, Ryoga silently ran his fingers up the inside of the slumbering girl's leg until he hit something warm and fuzzy. "Bingo!" he whispered.
He began to gently massage this soft spot, taking care not to wake Ranma. With his free hand he pulled another bandana from around his head and wadded it up, reading to stuff it in her yap should she suddenly wake up. Of course, once Ranma realized the situation Ryoga was confident she'd keep quiet all on her own. The last thing the little bitch would want was the whole household rushing in and seeing her getting plowed like a field. But it keeping her quiet for those first few seconds would make sure Ryoga was undisturbed.
Soft, kitten-like moans began to escape from Ranma's parted lips. Her hips began to wiggle and move with the rhythm of Ryoga's stroking. This only further cemented Ryoga's feeling of power, and contempt for Ranma.
The interloper could stand it no longer, and he removed his now damp hand from Ranma's cooze and he pulled his pants down to mid thigh. His rock-like organ shot out immediately, freed from it's cotton prison, and began to bob up and down like a divining rod.
Ryoga spread Ranma's legs to give him some room to work with. He readied his gag and poised himself above the prostrate form, his throbbing manhood aimed directly and Ranma's juicy slit. He spit generously into the palm of his hand and slathered his saliva over the bulbous head of his cock. By now the purple goose-egg sized glans had fully emerged from it's protective sheath and felt slippery to his touch. He gave his dong several peremptory tugs to bring it to its maximum hardness and length.
Ryoga did not consider this rape. It was karmic retribution for the injury Ranma had inflicted on him back in China. If anything, Ryoga was letting Ranma off light. . . this time, anyway. Why, in the future Ranma might actually look back on this memory in fondness compared to some of the other plans Ryoga had for her.
The muscular cat boy knew that Ranma would awaken when he started some serious fucking, and though Ranma in his female incarnation was no match for Ryoga physically she could still put up a spirited defense. Ranma's feets and legs were largely immobile due to the tie Ryoga had applied to her ankles, but he had to worry about her arms despite her bound wrists. She'd still be able to give him a good shot with her elbow if he wasn't careful.
Resting the inflamed head of his cock against her moist crack Ryoga timed his initial thrust with a simultaneous immobilization of Ranma's torso. The cat girl wouldn't be able to strike someone behind her without turning, and Ryoga planned to prevent that movement before it could even get started.
Gritting his teeth, Ryoga shoved his swollen member as far up Ranma's cunt as he could while bracing his palm on the back of the lass' head, forcing her face deep into her pillow.
Ranma instantly began to struggle like the little wildcat she was, twisting and bucking against Ryoga, moaning in protest, her long fluffy tail whipping about wildly.
Ryoga began frantically driving himself into Ranma squirming body. She was much, much tighter than he recalled from that time in China, and he was having difficulty in fully burying his long, thick dong in her twat. He'd have to give some serious thought to making surprising her like this a regular thing if this was one of the fringe benefits. Even with the pillow muffling her, Ranma's shrill screams of anger were loud enough he feared someone might hear. He yanked her head up and shoved the balled up cloth he'd previously prepared into her gaping mouth, before shoving her face back into the pillow.
The pause to gag Ranma had the benefit of allowing her twat to adapt a bit and with his next shove he gained a full two inches, leaving only a couple of more inches to go. His swollen balls slapped loudly against the underside of his ridged cock. Ranma bucked like an animal under him and all he had to do was hold on tight and let her do all the work. The last few inches slipped into her due to her own struggles, and for a moment Ryoga simply enjoyed the pleasure of having every last inch buried in Ranma's snug little cooze before he began fucking her seriously. His sweaty balls battering Ranma's delicate mons with each thrust.
Sweat poured down Ryoga's face and stung his eyes. His breaths came in sudden grunts. His teeth were bared and a sinister grimace deformed his lips.
"Like this, you slut?" he demanded with a hiss, his voice distorted from the strain of giving Ranma the dicking she deserved. The only reply was an angry muffled scream that only served to increase Ryoga's ardor.
"You've been teasing me since I got here, and now you're getting what you deserve!"
Ryoga settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting with machine-like regularity and intensity. It was getting easier now that Ranma had dilated somewhat, and she was certainly wet enough. He could feel her juices splattering back against his thighs as his cock displaced the fluid. Knowing how much Ranma must hate the fact he was arousing her against her will was almost as stimulating as the feel of her tight little twat pulsing around his shaft.
He could feel a little tickle at the base of his shlong that foretold of his impending orgasm. He'd wanted to last longer, to rut Rama for hours, but the tightness of her cooze was overriding his willpower. It didn't matter. He'd knew that despite the short time, he'd won this battle. He could tell that Ranma had ceased her active resistance, and was now meeting him thrust for thrust, swiveling her hips and tilting her pelvis. Her moans had changed from plain anger to angry lust.
Ryoga stopped for a moment and simply allowed Ranma to carry on the fucking. Her enthusiasm surprised him, and in a way disappointed him. He wanted to force her to orgasm, yes. But he didn't want her to enjoy it. Having her become a willing participant stole some of the pleasure from his victory. It was somewhat like a martial arts contest where one's opponent throws the match. On the other hand, there really wasn't such a thing as bad sex. Not when it was with someone as physically fit as Ranma. There was nothing soft or loose about any part of her body. Her twat squeezed and released his organ as if milking it and he wouldn't be surprised if he found bruises the next day.
In the past Ryoga had been able to delay his orgasms simply by slowing or stopping his hand stroking, but this was different. He had no control over the wanton bitch that was on his love muscle. She wasn't letting up. He felt the momentum of the act was slipping from his control to Ranma. I'd better cum soon or she'll be raping me, he thought.
Ryoga tried to best his victim, thrusting even more vigorously, lifting her pelvis into the air with the effort as he was withdrawing faster than her tight quim wished to release him. He could feel her ass jiggle from his exertions.
Ryoga's thrusts became jagged and uneven. A deep growl grew in his throat and his balls tingled.
"Here it comes!" he grunted. His victim squealed into her pillow. His cock began pulsing, spitting volumes of hot semen deep into Ranma's quim. He threw his head back and clenched his eyes, his body rigid as his ass clenched and took on the consistency of steel. Deep in his groin his prostrate ached from the force of his ejaculate bypassing it.
Ryoga had never orgasmed so intensely. He knew if he had been whacking off in the forest and climaxed with this intensity he would have shot his goo a good ten feet. And never before had his cock spewed such a volume. It had filled Ranma's cunt and was now squirting back at him from the seal of his unit in her tight hole. He imagined his sperm filling her womb to the max, and then stretching it. So large was the volume he was pumping, he was sure if he reached around her he'd feel Ranma's belly bulging from the sheer quantity.
Ranma certainly seemed to be reacting as if that was the case. Her entire body was quivering, while her legs kicked and flailed as wildly as her bound ankles would allow. From the way her twat was convulsing around his shaft he knew she was experiencing an orgasm. One may be as intense as his own.
After what seemed an eternity Ranma's body went suddenly limp. For a moment, caught up in the ego rush of his victory, Ryoga feared he had literally fucked her to death, but when he pulled her face up out of the pillow her regular breathing told him he had not.
"Hey Ranma," Ryoga whispered tentatively, "are you okay?"
There was no reply.
Ryoga gave Ranma's ass a rude slap, but she did not stir.
Damn, he thought, she's passed out! I am a lot better at this than I thought!
He tried to pull his slowly deflating organ from her, but her body protested. Even in her unconscious state it gripped his dong, unwilling to flet it free. With some effort, and a good hard push against her ass, he managed to pull himself back until his cock popped free, followed by a flood of semen that drained from the gaping hole that had replaced the neat purse of Ranma's pussy and spread onto the sheet below.
Ryoga wiped his putz off as best he could on Ranma's warm ass and struggled to pull up his pants. It was difficult because his organ was still distended and oozing, not to mention a little tender, so he bent it over one muscular thigh. He untied his bandana from around Ranma's ankle and took his gag from her mouth.
He would have liked to smirk at Ranma's used form, but it was still far too dark to make out any detail. He felt he had been cheated out of a total victory because he wasn't able to gloat in front of Ranma. Maybe next time he'd bring a camera, with a flash, so he could capture this moment for posterity.
As quietly as he had entered Ryoga climbed through the window and began his journey down the latticework that lead to the ground. This proved too much for the old wooden truss. He heard a loud 'crack' and found himself falling through the air backwards. He landed flat on his back on the cool grass with such force that the air was knocked out of him. As he lay weezsing on the ground he thought that clearly his session with Ranma had really taken it out of him. Normally a little fall like this wouldn't bother him in the least.
Ranma sat bolt upright from his futon. His father still slumbered noisily next to him. He felt sure he had heard something from outside the house. Perhaps a burglar. Oh, he hopped it was a burglar. After the frustration of the day he was more than ready to take his annoyance at the world out on someone deserving. If Ryoga wasn't handy a burglar would make a nice substitute. Heck, maybe Akane would even apologize for calling him a pervert. Dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts and a tank top, he slipped out the window and jumped lightly to the ground. He heard the sound of someone breathing heavily, and headed in that direction.
"Well, isn't this a surprise!" Ranma said, standing over Ryoga.
"Ranma! How'd. . .where. . .you changed back!" Ryoga exclaimed.
"Yeah, creep, like hours ago!"
Ryoga shook his head violently, trying to dispel his confusion.
"What's that you go there in your pants, Ryoga? Hmmm. . .you're sporting some wood, aren't you?"
Ryoga glanced down at his lap and could see the outline of his still-formidable woody in his pants. He quickly threw both hands over it and jumped to his feet.
"I know, you were peeking in on one of the girls and flogging your dong, you pervert!" Ranma snorted. "I have a cure for peeking toms, jerk! Get ready!"
Ranma quickly landed a kick to the center of Ryoga's chest. Ryoga staggered back, keeping his hands covering the protuberance in his pants, as much to protect it as to hide it.
"C'mon! Fight me!" demanded Ranma.
Akane slowly came to. She was befuddled and looked around her darkened room trying to orient herself. She felt a burning sensation in her pussy. When she touched it her hand came away training a rope of sticky spooge. Slowly, the memory of what had transpired came into focus in her mind. Ranma had raped her! Of all the nerve! She's knew he was a pervert, but she'd thought he had some guts. She'd been wrong. The pervert bastard hadn't even had the nerve to take her face to face, or give her a chance to fight back.
She found that her panties and pajama bottoms were wadded around her ankles, and that she
was lying in a gooey pool of thick boy juice. Ugh! Disgusting!
In a boiling rage she stood up and tried to get herself together as best she could. The act of standing had discharged an obscene amount of semen from her swollen, sore twat. It pooled in the crotch of her panties and soaked through to her pajama bottoms. With a cry of disgust she stripped off her sex smeared nightwear.
She was unsteady on her legs and staggered somewhat bowlegged. Her head suddenly jerked toward her window, and the voices from outside. Snatching a robe from the head of her bed she covered her naked body and waddled over to the window. Looking out she saw Ranma fighting with that other boy, Ryoga, on the grass below.
"Damn him!" Akane muttered, "He won't get away with this! Stealing my virtue like that!"
As Akane was headed down the hallway outside her bedroom she thought, "I MAY have enjoyed that. . . a little. . . but at least he could have ASKED!"
Ranma was pummeling the unresisting Ryoga, backing him across the lawn. "You pussy! Fight!" roared Ranma.
Ryoga caught his heel on something, a stone that bordered the family koi pond, and flew backwards into the tepid water.
"Ha! You're all wet in more ways than one now, chump!" Ranma roared triumphantly.
Ranma heard a strange, unfamiliar squeal just as a smallish black object shot from the pond and hit him square in the face, followed by a rapid series of small punches to her head.
"What that. . ." yelled Ranma, flailing his arms in front of his face to protect himself. He caught the object and roughly threw it to the ground. There, on the grass, was a tiny black feral pig with the biggest hard on Ranma had ever seen on an animal that small. The thing would not have been out of place on a donkey. On the small pig it was a wonder the thing could walk.
The pig was, curiously, wearing a bandana around its neck of the same color and pattern as the rag Ryoga wore around his forehead. The oversized penis, almost as long as the piglet itself, was flesh colored but for the head, which was an angry shade of purple.
Ranma glanced at the pond. In the dim light he could just barely make out Ryoga's clothes at the bottom of the shallow pool. He looked at the small pig incredulously. "Ryoga?" he asked, a ball of mirth bubbling up from his belly.
Before he could let out the belly laugh, an enraged voice screamed out, "Ranma!" He turned just in time to catch Akane's fist as she delivered an uppercut from the knees. The blow picked up his body and tossed him across the yard to splat against the stone wall. He slid to the ground unconscious."
Akane stood panting with her fist still curled into a ball. She felt unsatisfied. She wanted to keep beating the snot out of Ranma. But her father had driven home the lessons that you didn't curb stomp fallen opponents, not matter how much you might want to. A moment later, she decided, to hell with that. She searched around her for some suitable object she could use to give her rapist the coup de grace. Maybe a dull spoon she could cut out his balls with.
A sudden, squeal of shock caused her head to whip around and down, her rage all fueled up to unleash hell on whoever was there. She blinked at the sight of a small little piglet. The poor bedraggled thing had just dragged itself out of the Koi pond. She was a bit shocked at the size of his male member, but she didn't know anything about pigs, so assumed that the size must be natural for its breed. It shied away from her upraised fist, and Akane felt shame at frightening the little creature. The only thing Akane was wearing was a robe, and as she crouched down to extend a reassuring hand toward the piglet the front gapped open to reveal a well fucked twat that was still drooling sperm.
Ryoga felt guilt flooding through him as he was presented with direct evidence of his crime against the innocent Akane. Normally he would have fled into the night in shame at having his curse revealed. But, just as he had when his carelessness had almost killed her a few hours previously, he slumped with his eyes closed and waited for his justified punishment.
"Oooh, what a cute little piggy. Who's a cute little piggy? Yes, you're a cute little piggy. I could just eat you up!" Akane gushed as she picked up the startled animal. "Come on, piggy. I'll take you in and dry you off with a nice warm towel. That perverted bastard Ranma can just spend the night out in the cold instead." She pressed the piglets face deep into the cleavage of her bosom. Ryoga felt his cock twitch.
Without even a look back at Ranma's crumpled form, Akane cradled the over-endowed piglet in her arms and carried him into the house.