[Episode 137425] [Episode 137425]Cologne emerged from the shadows with a low laugh. “What, you don’t like the mature look, Happy?” Several inches shorter than Happosai, she had long gray hair and the wrinkled face befitting someone who had celebrated her three hundredth birthday. In the old days, before the plague, her appearance would have placed her around fifty or sixty.
Happy stood a few feet from Cologne, his eyes large and glistening with un-shed tears. “Please, Cologne-chan,” he pleaded.
Cologne shook her head. “You are such a hypocritical old goat, Happy. I don’t look any older than you. If I can love your wrinkly old butt, why can’t you live with my saggy old tits?”
“It’s not my wrinkly old butt you love,” Happosai retorted. “And what you do love isn’t at all saggy. And it’s not going to be making an appearance while you look like that.”
Cologne gave the appearance of thinking about it. “Well, it has been a while.”
“Try half-a-year.”
“That long? My, how time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Happosai snorted, “As if you could have fun hanging out with those power-crazy bitches.”
“Shame on you, Happy. Those power-crazy bitches are my Amazon sisters.” Her expression sobered and she said. “They’re getting worse, Happy. It was bad enough when they were out to conquer the world. That at least was a goal a warrior could respect. But, now they are consumed with petty internal power and position. They are lost in the daily pursuit of their own pleasure and status. I doubt there are a handful of true amazons left. And even my seniors don’t give more than lip service to our true reason for existing. If the queen of the moon should return in this age we will be unable to fulfil our purpose. I wouldn’t trust my sisters to guard a rock, let alone the Queen-Over-All.”
Happosai stepped in and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry, Colon-chan. I’ve found you lots of students. You can create a new imperial guard right here.
Happosai grunted as Cologne gave him a punch under the short ribs. “I told you not to call me that, Happy,” she said, but without heat. She leaned her head on his shoulder and gave a sigh. “I hope you’re right, master,” she said. As she relaxed into his hug, her body shifted, growing straighter and taller. Her hair darkened, turning from gray to a lustrous dark mahogany brown. Her breasts seemed to swell like balloons, and a few seconds later Happosai’s face was buried in a cleavage that put that of his other slave girls to shame.”
“I’ve missed you, Cologne-chan,” Happosai said in a muffled voice.
“And I’ve missed this, Master,” Cologne said, pushing her thigh against the large bulge between Happosai’s legs.
“Well, why don’t I re-introduce you,” Happosai said in a husky voice. His finger’s slipped over Cologne’s shoulders and her dress slipped from her body, puddling around her ankles. Happosai nuzzled her large breasts happily, kissing her erect nipples and drawing them into his mouth. His hands cupped her firm ass, pulling her tight against his body as he pressed the bulge in his pants against her shaven pussy.
Only his clothes separated them. Cologne ran her fingers over his back her razor sharp fingernails sliced the fabric of his garments, causing them to join her own on the floor. Happosai’s body was old, but old in the manner of an oak tree. Scarred and weathered, but powerful and enduring. He slipped down suddenly and with a tug, slung Cologne over his shoulder. “You’ve been neglecting you master for far too long you naughty slave,” he said, giving Cologne’s ass a firm swat. Bouncing her on his shoulder playfully, he headed for their private bed-chamber.
“Here!” Kuno yelled as he leap high in the air. His arms slashed downward as he swung the lacross stick in his hands toward Ukyou, who was standing well up the field. Ukyou looked over his shoulder at Kuno’s shout and jumped while extending his own net-stick high above his head.
Focusing, Ukyou managed to snag the ball out of the air, and in the same motion that had propelled him upward he lashed out with his stick, aiming for an empty corner of the goal net. “Shit,” he swore as the ball released. He’d overcompensated for his greater reach again. Instead of zipping toward the target he’d selected, the hard rubber ball was going to land ten feet short, and a good four feet out of line with the net.
As Ukyou touched down, a look of chagrin on his face, fate stepped in. The ball struck a rut in the ground that bounced it off on an angle, directly at the target Ukyou had been trying for. The goalie, drawn out position by Ukyou’s throw, was caught flat footed and could only watch in dismay as the ball screamed into the net scoring the winning goal. “Shit,” he cursed, throwing down his stick as the time-keeper blew his whistle.
Jubilant team-mates converged on Ukyou, and he found himself being in the middle of a crowd of sweaty teen-age boys. In the forefront of them all was Kuno. “By the gods, Saotome. I swear your skill doth approach mine own. Never can I remember seeing such a skilled shot performed by one not myself! He accompanied his words by grabbing Ukyou around the waist and hoisting him high in the air in a victory hug. Giving the girl turned boy a good squeeze, Kuno let him back down and slung a companionable arm over Ukyou’s shoulder. “To the showers,” he cried. “To the victors goes first turn.” He marched toward the locker rooms, dragging a not unwilling Ukyou along.
For his part, Ukyou was flushed with something other than the joy of victory. Kuno’s body was a warm presence alongside his own. He looped his own arm around Kuno, letting his hand rest against the small of the older boy’s back. The fingers on his splayed hand started to slip down the back of Kuno’s shorts, when a sudden stinging pain caused him to yank them back.
Cradling his stinging hand, Ukyou glared at Conan as the other boys moved on ahead of him. “What’d you do that for?” he demanded of the eight year old.
“Were you about to cope a feel of Kuno-sempai’s ass?”
Ukyou blinked, surprised at the question. “Well, yeah, so what?”
“That is so wrong, in so many ways. You can’t to that sort of thing. Do you want to have everyone thinking Ranma is homosexual?”
Ukyou looked at Conan in honest puzzlement. “What do you mean?”
“Boys don’t get involved with other boys that way,” Conan explained. He could have gone on to explain that it was a strong cultural taboo created by the absolute need for every fertile male on the planet to breed as many woman as he could. But Conan had learned that people tended to zone out when lectured by a kid. They got so caught up in the fact that it was a kid talking to them, that they discounted the actual information. It was far better to keep things on a very simple level. The only reason he felt he could influence Ukyou at all was because while he looked young, he had at least been a male a lot longer than Ukyou had been.
Conan’s words had jogged Ukyou’s memories, and he remembered his aunt and mom talking about men getting it on together. As he recalled, the conversation had been sparked by news that a pair of men had settled a couple of mountains over. Seemed that while many of the local women had approached them for a little action, some of them walking miles to do so, the men had much preferred their own company. Ukyou hadn’t really been interested at the time, but the memory of her aunt and mom derision for the two males had stuck.
Being much more interested now, by virtue of being grown, and currently male, she asked Conan, “How come.”
Conan was a bit surprised to be consulted. Usually he had to carefully slip in information from the background. He pushed his glasses back up his nose with a forefinger while considering how to answer. Best to keep in as simple as can be and appeal to Ukyou’s honor. “It is just not done,” he said firmly. “Trust me. Ranma will be very unhappy if you give him a reputation for liking other boys.”
“Really?” Ukyou said in a disappointed voice. It just wasn’t fair. Ranma could make out like a bandit with all the girls on the other side of the wall, and Ukyou couldn’t even touch one of the boys who were all going to waste on this side.
“That doesn’t seem fair,” he argued. “Depriving the boys of a little fun. What are they supposed to do when they feel horny.”
Conan shrugged and pointed toward the gates. “Take a walk down the street. They won’t get very far before they meet some lady more than eager to help them find relief.” He grinned, and added, “Property values around the school have gone up a dozen fold since it was built.”
“What, just walk out the gate? The school just lets them do that?”
Again Conan shrugged. “Yes. They are here on a voluntary basis. They are free to come or go as they please.”
Ukyou looked offended for a moment, but then he shrugged in turn. “I guess I can understand. Men don’t really have to do anything important, other than making babies. No point in straining their minds.”
“It’s not like that,” Conan protested, but Ukyou attention had wandered. Kuno had shouted out to him from the entrance to the locker room. To come before the hot water was all gone.
Ukyou hurried toward Kuno, for two reasons. One, the last thing he, or rather the real Ranma, needed, was for Ukyou to change into a girl in front of a room of boys. For her part, Ukyou would not mind that in the least. The other thing was that while maybe he couldn’t touch, nothing said he couldn’t look.”
Several minutes later Ukyou was indeed looking, and enjoying it very much. Everywhere his eyes looked there were naked boys. Tall one, short ones, wide ones, not to mention long ones, thick ones, bent ones. If not for the hot water streaming over his head Ukyou would very likely have been visibly drooling. The selection was so mouth watering. He was overwhelmed with a desire to see how the taste compared to that of a freshly showered girl.
Unfortunately, Ukyou had failed to consider that his current body was not nearly as well equipped to hide his interest. “Would you get a look at that,” Hiroshi said in awe. The direction of his gaze drew Ukyou’s attention to his own middle, where his cock was fully, and impressively, erect. Before his talk with Conan, Ukyou would have used Hiroshi’s attention as the start of something. Now, however, he was flustered, caught between his natural inclinations, and the need to protect Ranma’s reputation.
“Whoa, yea, you’re right, Hiroshi,” Daisuke chimed in. “I bet I know what you’re thinking of,” he chanted teasingly at Ukyou.
“Ahhhh, Well, it’s not . . .”
“Sheesh, that’s no brainer, Dai,” Hiroshi said with derision. In the meantime all the other boys in the locker room had noticed the situation. Having all those good looking studs checking him out, only made Ukyou stiffer.
“Yea, if I had a slave and sister as hot as Ranma does, I’d be walking around with permanent wood all the time myself,” one of the other boys said.
“Huh? Oh! Right. Yea, Nabiki’s hot stuff, and Ranko is as tasty a little bundle as I’ve ever tried,” Ukyou confirmed, relaxing as he moved into more familiar room. Locker room talk about the attributes of girls was something he was familiar with.
“God, that’s sweet. Imagine having a sister the same age as you,” one of the boys commented. “My sister is forty years older than me. She might as well not even be related to me.”
“So how is your sister? Do you think she might be up for sale anytime soon? What are her talents? I bet I could get a loan from my dad if she’s a good investment?”
Ukyou’s head moved back and forth as numerous boys fired questions at him. Until Hiroshi interrupted. “People, people, this is all very interesting, but right now we have something more important to do. I think we may have a challenger to the champ here.”
“Hey, yeah. He’s right. He’s is pretty darn big. No way, he’s no match for the champ. Got five that says he is. You’re on. I’ll take some of that action. No way, you still owe me for that noodle bun the other day.”
“Get over here, Jeremy, and lets settle this,” Daisuke called out, interrupting the arguing and bookmaking.
A dark skinned boy, who clearly had several ancestors from the eastern continent stepped through the crowd of boys. A good six inches taller than Ukyou, he was one of the biggest boys in the room. Ukyou’s eyes flicked down, and noticed that he might be the biggest in fact, depending on which direction you measured.
“Come on, Jeremy, start thinking about the girl’s gym coach, and the last time she sneaked in to see you,” Hiroshi said encouragingly.
Jeremy grinned. His hand slipped down and he started stroking his own cock. “That is one crazy lady,” he said. His cock stiffened as he talked and stroked, and soon was standing proudly erect.
“Tape, tape, tape, tape,” the boys all shouted and with a show of great ceremony one of the boys stepped forward holding a cloth tape outstretched in his hands.
“Captain. If you would do the honors.” Hiroshi said, taking the tape from the boy and holding it out to Kuno.
“Most certainly,” Kuno agreed. “I have said all along that Saotome is a most outstanding man. Now we shall see if he is the most outstanding off all.”
Ukyou was flushed red and had to keep a tight control over himself as Kuno with much ceremony stretched the tape along the top of his erection. He gave a sigh of relief, and maybe regret, when Kuno moved on to Jeremy.
“Alas, it would seem that Saotome falls short, by a mere quarter of an inch,” Kuno finally said.
“Shit! Hah! Pay up, sucker. Wait, big isn’t just length. I’m sure he’s fatter than Jeremy. Let’s measure that. Forget it, loser. Pay up now.”
The crowd of boys around Ukyou broke up and with some relief he quickly finished his shower and got dressed. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand being around all these boys, and especially that Jeremy, without doing something. Thank god he’d have No-chan to help him find some relief when he got home.
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