Master PC for Idiots: Trust must be Earned... (LEMON) [Episode 127942]

by Doronron

Ranma stomped into his bedroom, grumbling. He kicked at his futon and began to pull off his clothes. Stupid Tomboy! He wadded his shirt into a ball and threw it into the corner. Stupid stick waving...Dickgirl! His shoes slid to the corner next to his shirt. A snore caught his attention. Ranma glared at the sleeping panda in the futon next to his. Stupid Pops! Ranma's pants bounced off the elder Saotome's head in a wadded heap, interrupting the panda's snores briefly.

Ranma fell into his futon, put his hands behind his head, and glared at the ceiling. Thanks to his Pops and Mr. Tendo, he had to stay girl all evening, running interference for Akane. That dumb Kuno spent all night practically sexually assaulting Ranma when the idiot wasn't fixed on Akane. The samurai wannabe even rubbed up against him, and Ranma could tell he...she...whatever, wasn't wearing any underpants. Ranma almost wanted to curl up into a ball after that. He now had a good reason to take a few stiff drinks of Sake. What made it worse, Nabiki insisted, INSISTED that the freak stay here. That and Kuno ranting on about how he "hound Saotome with Righteous Justice" until he changed him back...GAHH!

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Hiroshi-Chan sat in her bedroom, laying across her bed as she did her homework. A glass of cold water sat on the bedside table next to her. She turned at the slight tap-tap-tap on her window, and found Daisuke, male, waiting outside. She glared at him. "Come on, Rosh!" Daisuke cried. "It's freezing out here!" Hiroshi's glare softened, and she opened the window. Daisuke tumbled in after, shedding his coat. "Thanks, man. I've been out in that all night." A small box was thrust under Hiroshi's nose. "Here." She blinked.

"What's this?" She said, opening the box. Daisuke slumped into her desk chair.

"I was supposed to go get an ‘I'm-Sorry’ present, wasn't I?" It was a small box of chocolates. "Hey. It's better to give than receive, right? I figured I owed you one, too. It's not much, but--" Daisuke was cut off as Hiroshi latched onto him, hugging.

"It's perfect." she said into his chest.

"So are we okay?" Daisuke said, leaning in for a kiss.

The two were all over each other, their hands roaming, their mouths tasting, their breath warming. Clothes trailed across the floor, from the desk, to the bed, to the door, and back to the desk again. Daisuke gave Roshi-Chan one last kiss as he pulled her towards the desk. She stopped him, and his eyes rose.

Roshi-Chan, grinning, shifted into his male form. "You didn't think you be the guy all the time, did you, Dai-Chan?"

"It's not like you can make me change, Rosh." Hiroshi glanced at the last pile. Daisuke followed. His bracelet was resting on top of his boxers! How'd that come off! He, now she, spluttered and turned back to Hiroshi. The boy was holding an empty glass in his hand.

Daisuke looked away, shivering, as Hiroshi stepped closer. Was it because she was cold, or was it fear? Was it anticipation? Hiroshi looked down on the blushing Dai-chan, and reached lower. She stifled a moan as he stroked. Hiroshi grinned. It was anticipation.

He lifted her light form and placed her on the edge of the desk. Before she could slide back off, he pushed her back and pulled her ankles up over his shoulders. She moaned as he sunk in deep. "You're right, Dai-chan. It is better to give than receive." Her ragged breathing turned into grunts as he pistoned into her. Her hands clawed down his back as the two found their rhythm.

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Ranma curled into a ball on his futon an moaned. His eyes screwed shut as he fought sleep...

Ranma looked down, and saw that she laid on top of a plush bed. Ranma-chan fixated on the bright red curls resting on her mound. And beyond, she wore red fuck-me heels, and nothing else. The bed creaked as a man climbed in with her. Her mind was recoiling in fear as she reached out to caress the strong chest. She helped the man...her lover...move into position.

Ranma looked away, and then down, both in disgust and then in lust. She felt the weight of a man on top of her. She could have easily thrown him off, but didn't, watching below in anticipation. Wanting it more than anything in the world. She moaned as he penetrated her. Oh god...her legs moved up and wrapped around her lover's waist, encouraging him to go deeper.

She was enraptured by feeling every ropy vein and bump on her lover's large cock as is moved deep inside her. She loved this feeling. This total submission, being pounded into the mattress and towards the headboard. She pulled her lover closer, willing every part of him to be inside her. She had enough fine motor control to milk her lover. He grunted in appreciation, and she grinned, knowing she pleased him.

Ranma-chan could feel the cock pulse. Each thrust fucking the last of her maleness, her independence, away. She kissed her lover greedily. She was becoming his. Taken by him, and only him. She was being fucked into a helpless, docile female and loving every minute of it!

She crowed in ecstasy and triumph as the two erupted together...

Ranma rolled out of bed, stumbling for the furo. He left the bathroom dark, heaving into the sink. Ranma shuddered, both in shame and disgust. He doubted he could sleep again for the rest of the night. Ranma, man among men, not afraid of anything, could not bring his eyes up to meet his reflection in the darkened mirror. He was rock hard.

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Dai-chan's grunts had turned into excited squeals and fervent pleas for "more!" The two were covered in a thin film of sweat, and the desk creaked and groaned in counterpoint to Hiroshi's deep thrusts. Hiroshi watched the faraway look of passion on his lover's face.

"We share, don't we?" Hiroshi asked her. "We share our secrets." she moaned and pulled him closer. He continued to pound into her. "We share our fears. We share our toys." He pushed in particularly deep, eliciting a howl from his lover. "We even share our bodies." He picked up pace. Her moans grew shrill. Hiroshi look down on her, holding her raised legs firmly in place. "We share everything, don't we, Dai-Chan? I promised I'd share everything. Won't you?"

"God yes, Roshi, YES!" she screamed, possibly in answer to both Hiroshi's question and his ministrations.

"Good." Hiroshi grunted as he continued fucking her. "It's good to have someone you can trust."

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Akane struggled with her covers in her sleep. She curled into a ball and moaned. Everything revolved around Ranma. She was the best, damn it. She was! Not that jerk! And he waltzed in here and took everything from her. Suddenly she had to catch up, denying that she couldn't hold her own just to keep some shred of dignity.

Akane moaned, and rolled over. Ranma. She wanted him. She wanted him bad, but on her terms. She had to be in control. Not him. Not those other hussies. He belonged to her! She owned him since before they were born! And she was so desperately his. She couldn't bear it if he walked away. Just like everyone else she loved. She had to make him know. She had to make him understand.

The covers were kicked off in her fit. Ranma. And then the stupid boy had to turn into a girl with cold water! She was already afraid that she might like her friends a little more than she should, but this! Finally a man she could have as her own, and he had to be a girl! She loved him, damn it, and she loved her, much to her shame. She spent as much time fantasizing about the lithe redhead as she did the gorgeous hunk. Her firm supple breasts. His tight butt. She couldn't take it! Ranma, boy and girl, was close all the time. Just outside of reach. There was never a perfect moment, never a perfect way. And Akane knew he was stronger, better in the art. She would have to submit to him, and he would have the right to choose her or reject her. Akane couldn't let that happen. She had to do something to make him hers!

Akane shot awake. Something was different. She was uncomfortably tight. She reached down to find her panties sticky. Blinking sleep out of her eyes and raised the cover to examine further.

She pulled them down, and out rolled something she never expected to find. It was huge. Much bigger than what Ranma's male-form possessed, not that she was a peeping pervert or anything. Good Lord! How could she hide this? She was just like Kuno now! How could she get rid of it? Then she thought of Ranma. Did she really want to get rid of it?

Akane kicked off her panties into the corner of her bed and lay back down under the covers. She thought of Ranma, and idly stroked her new cock.

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Hiroshi slumped over the desk, spent. Dai-chan clung to him, her legs now down around his waist. She mewled quietly into his chest. Hiroshi caught his breath, and lifted her once again, this time caring her to the bed. The two fell into the bed together, and Dai-chan cuddled close. Hiroshi sighed as he fell asleep. Make up sex was the best!

Dai-chan watched her sleeping lover for a moment, letting her eyes close. Hiroshi was right. It was good to have someone you could trust in totally. Someone you could let yourself go with and submit to, knowing they'd never take advantage of you. They were buddies. They were also lovers. She was his, and He was hers. They shared everything. The two slept.

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Leather-bound books stacked neatly on a whit bookcase. It was lit by the bluish-white glow of a computer monitor.

Gosunkugi's fingers flew across the keyboard. This one little research project, and all his debts to Upperclassman Tendo for taking pictures of his beloved Akane-chan would be covered. Man, Akane's older sister could be so cold sometimes. Gos idly wondered how the two were even possibly related.

Gosunkugi had asked his parents for a motor-scooter or motorcycle for his last birthday. Anything to get noticed at school. They bought him this crappy computer instead. What the hell was that about? Did they want him to be a virgin for the rest of his life?

His computer connected, then bounced from port to port, and bypassed several firewalls, Gos' fingers flew several commands ahead. The internet was a wonderful resource. He found a community here. He knew he was not alone in his passion for the more mystical nature of the universe. Gos knew, like others who shared his vision, that Magic would prevail where science failed. Ranma was living proof of that. Ranma. The bane and boon of his existence. The one man that kept Gos from his love, and the one man that proved Gosunkugi's faith in magic was not misplaced. Gosunkugi called up a repository of rumored magic items capable of transforming people in the most unexpected of ways. All were likely to be urban myths spawned on the 'net, but they may hold some grain of truth for him, if he knew where to look. Here, he could find the answers Nabiki sought. Upperclassman Kuno had called in sick to school, and now Gos knew why. He had been transformed into a woman, but only partially. There was no love lost between Gosunkugi and Upperclassman Kuno, but the skinny sophomore wouldn't have wished that on his worst enemy.

The site fully loaded into memory. Hmmm...Spells R'Us, Furries 4U, The Magic Cafe...not likely. According to Nabiki, Kuno had been by himself the entire time. Master PC? There were a whole directory of stories about people using it to transform others...some even became women. That might be a place to start. With a few mouse clicks, Gosunkugi began his search for the Master PC.

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(Posted Wed, 22 Dec 2004 16:10)

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