With the leg he had planted on the floor bent almost double, Ukyou pivoted quickly, continuing the motion that had taken out the Domina’s legs. So quickly that by the time Kodachi fell, he had swung around and caught her, sort of. The small of Kodachi’s back came down across Ukyou’s knee. It might have broken the back of a human, all it did was knock the breath out of the Domina. That was more than enough for Ukyou.
A hand flashed to a bandoleer that was draped over his shoulder, and extracted a small razor sharp flat style spatula with an extra thick textured handle. Holding it reversed, he brought it down in a slashing move that brought a gasp from the crowd who was watching. For a second, nothing seemed to have happened, and then the bottom of Kodachi’s thong parted, the rear section falling away to reveal her sex, inflamed with desire from her attack on Ryouga.
Kodachi was starting to get her breath back, and her hands were reaching for Ukyou’s face when the boy reversed the spatula in his hand and brought it down in another slashing move. Kodachi’s eyes bulged as Ukyou scored a direct hit on her cunt, burying the weapon up to it’s blade in her sex. And Ukyou did not finish there. A twitch of his finger and the blade separated from the shaft. Tucking the metal section away, he returned his hand to the handle, and began twirling it between his fingers.
Kodachi gasped as the textured dowel spun in her sex, so fast that it caused a vibration as the knobs on the shaft slapped against the walls of her twat. Still spinning, Ukyou started to plunge the simple wooden dildo in and out of Kodachi, angling it so the slick material rubbed against her engorged clit. Moving with an expert skill, Ukyou soon reduced Kodachi to a shuddering heap of mewling pokegirl, crying out her release as Ukyou induced orgasm after orgasm. Amazingly, barely fifteen minutes after he’d started, the Domina slipped off his knee, dead to the world, her thighs slick with her own juices and her face glowing with bliss.
Ukyou regained his feet and without a backward glance, moved to Ryouga. “You ok, chief?” An observant watcher might have noticed that Ukyou face displayed a touch of surprise a second after he’d asked his question. As if he had not meant to use just that word. His expression shifted again, to amazed appreciation as Ryouga shook of the effect of Kodachi’s whip. Even a pokegirl would have needed time in a clinic after what he’d suffered.
“Fine,” Ryouga gritted out, standing despite the pain that lashed his muscles. He refused to let it affect him anymore.
Ukyou let out a whistle. “Damn, you’re one tough customer.” There was a hint of wistfulness in his voice. Looking up, he spotted a clock a notice board on the wall. His eyes widened in shock. “No way, I’m going to be late.” Grabbing hold of Ryouga’s hand, he started to drag the surprised boy toward the arena.
A minute or two later they approached the fighting area. Ukyou zeroed in on a tall be-spectacled man with light brown hair and kind eyes. “Are we late?” he called out.
The man looked up, worry clear on his face. “Ukyou. I told you not to come.” his eyes darted toward Ryouga, and some of the worry cleared from his face, “Unless . . .?”
“This is Ryouga, he’s a real powerful trainer. I’m sure his pokegirl will be able to beat Akane.”
“What?” Ryouga cried out in surprise.
“There is no time!” Ukyou said firmly, dragging Ryouga toward the challenger zone. “I booked a challenge, now I need a fighter to fill the spot. You’re tough, I bet your pokegirls are too.”
Ryouga puffed up a bit at the praise, but then deflated as he said. “But I’ve only got one Pokegirl, and . . .”
“Then she must be really strong because you can devote all your time to training her. What’s her name? What’s your name for that matter?”
“Ranma,” Ryouga answered, his mind confused at Ukyou’s actions. “Ryouga Hibiki,” he finished the introduction.
A shudder seemed to go through Ukyou at that name, but he gave his head a shake and muttered. “coincidence,” before turning to Ryouga with a serious look on his face. “Look, Dr Tofu is the local poke-doctor, and researcher. He’s a good man, one of the best. Mr Soun intended for him to win Kasumi all along, but someone sabotaged his poke-girls. But something into their food supply. Their all as sick as can be, and he’s worried sick about them. He can’t focus at the best of times when he’s near Kasumi, right now he’d be a gippering wreck. I don’t have time to find someone else. You have to fight and beat Akane so Kasumi can go to the guy she deserves, and who she loves.”
Without waiting for a comment from Ryouga, he bent over to talk to the official in the challenger area. A second later, the official announced over the loud speaker. “Ryouga Hibiki, fighting his pokegirl Ranma a . . . he looked over at Ryouga, his eyebrow lifted in inquiry.
“What type is she?” Ukyou asked.
“Tiger,” Ryouga answered, still trying to catch up with events.
Ukyou repeated this to the announcer who spoke into his mic. “Tiger. Trainers, present your girls.”
On the other side of the battle arena, a tall mustachioed middle aged man spoke into the ear of a cute brunet pokegirl, tomboy type, and she got to her feet, letting her robe fall to the ground. Ryouga felt an all to familiar sensation in his groin, and wrenched his eyes away from the girl. They were fighting bare-back obviously, as the girl was nude, and he could still see her muscular body and perky tits in his mind’s eye as he fumbled out his pokeball and tossed it clumsily into his corner. “Ranma, I screw you,” he called out, his voice squeaking slightly.
There was a puff of smoke and Ranma was suddenly standing in the challenger corner of a battle arena. She blinked her eyes and looked around, her eyes fell on Ryouga, and she scowled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Hibiki!?” The boy next to Ryouga went wide eyed and his gaze shifted between Ryouga and Ranma. Ranma felt smug at the knowledge she’d cut him down a peg or two in the eyes of the other people watching. She bet he’d been boasting about how he’d captured and tamed her. The jerk!
“What is this, a joke?” An angry voice shouted and Ranma pulled her attention away from Ryouga and looked across the arena where a nude poke-girl, tomboy unless she missed her guess, was scowling at her. “I don’t have time to waste on an untrained pokegirls. Get her out of here and bring in a real challenge.”
Ranma’s eye twitched, and she scowled back at the other poke-girl. “Hey, muscles. You should be glad I don’t want to fight you. You wouldn’t last ten seconds”
The other girl started to open her mouth, when her trainer snapped out. “Akane! At ease!” She snapped her mouth shut and assumed a position of readiness. Her trainer looked across at Ryouga and spoke in a firm voice. “This is a serious competition, boy. I don’t have time for someone who just wondered in off the street. If you’re girl isn’t a fighter, get her out of here before she gets hurt.”
Before Ryouga could speak, Ranma stomped out into the arena. “Me, get hurt? By her? You got to be joking. I’ll have her tamed and ridden in less than a minute. Get her out here before I get too bored and fall asleep.”
“Akane, charge,” the man commanded, and she did, heading straight for Ranma. Ranma merely smirked. “Akane, sudden stop and drop, spinning legs attack.” The smirk left Ranma’s face as the girl slid to a stop, her bare feet squeaking on the floor board. While she still had momentum she dropped, rolling on her shoulder and up onto them. Her legs stretched out into a full split, both legs spinning at great speed.
Ranma barely got up and over her in time to avoid taking a blow. As she did a full extension somersault, her hand lashed downward into the middle of Akane’s attack and a claw tipped finger dipped into her sex, exposed by her position. Ranma continued her flip and landed on her feet, where she made a big show of licking her finger. “Hmm, tasty.” she said.
“YOU!” Akane yelled coming to her feet, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Akane, mallet,” her trainer snapped out and she manifested a huge chi mallet which she swung at a surprised Ranma. The blow landed and Ranma went sliding across the ring, only by digging her claws in did she prevent herself from going out of ring.
“You going to give her any orders, chief?” Ukyou asked in puzzlement, turning to look at Ryouga. He sweat dropped when he noticed that Ryouga had his eyes closed and a look of intense concentration on his face.
The truth of the matter was, Ryouga didn’t dare look at the fight. He was sure he’d blow his nuts in a second if he did. The cute Tom-boy was bad enough, but add Ranma’s lithe body to the mix, and the memory of fucking it, and he was a lost cause. Not even shame at the tone in Ukyou’s voice could make him open them. He’d only embarrass himself worse if he did. “It’s ok. She can handle it.” he mumbled.
Out in the arena, Ranma just barely escaped a blow from the mallet that crushed the floor. Despite her scrambling, she was acting with a purpose. Tom-boy’s big weakness was their temper. Of course it was also one of their greatest strengths if they were able to focus it. Which was why most trainers did not try to take advantage of that weakness, but Ranma knew she could survive the slow girl’s attack long enough. . . to . . .do . . . this!
Suddenly Ranma was behind the tom-boy, her hand slipped between the other girl’s legs and Ranma goosed her hard, driving two curled fingers up into her sex while lifting. Even though the other girl was a good twenty pounds heavier, she hoisted her right off her feet, all her weight resting on Ranma’s hand, and her cunt. The girl gave a strangled cry that was half rejection, half shock. The mallet in her hands faded as she lost focus and Ranma hooked a foot around the tom-boy’s ankle as she shoved forward, driving her to her belly. Ranma never lost her hold on the other girl’s sex and pumped her hand quick and hard while using her free hand and legs to keep control, knocking out any leg or arm that looked like it might be getting some leverage.
Ranma was surprised to find herself enjoying herself greatly. The feel of Akane’s body against hers, the flex of her muscles, the wet warmth of her cunt around her fingers. The muffled cries and protests with strong overtones of passion. This battling pokegirls up close and personal was great. Always before Ranma had stood on the sidelines while yelling orders at some useless Pokegirl. This was even more fun than taming a pokegirl in a taming room.
The tom-boy under Ranma suddenly shuddered and Ranma felt wetness soak her hand as the girl’s cunt clenched around her fingers. For a few seconds it was like riding a bucking bronco as she thrashed wildly, but then she collapsed under Ranma.
There was silence so deep you could hear a pin drop, then cheers rocked the rafters. Or at least that was what Ranma and Ryouga heard. Ukyou, being a bit more discriminating in the hearing department, heard the yells of “Get the Rope.” And “Cheat,” Looking around, she spotted Tofu, who was looking quite crushed. Ukyou quickly hurried over to the announcer, who was looking very grim. His expression changed when Ukyou whispered in his ear.
“YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!” the announcer’s voice boomed out. “I’ve just been informed that Mr Hibiki was fighting as a substitute for Ona Tofu, and that the Dr. collects the prize. The cheers that came with this announcement were much friendlier.
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It was some time later that Ryouga found his hand being shaken by the trainer for the Tomboy. “You’ve made me a happy man, boy,” he said as tears ran down his face. “My beloved Kasumi finally has the home she deserves. You’re a fine, fine, fine, man, and I’m sure you’ll look after Akane and Nabiki very well.”
Ryouga boggled. “What. He glanced over at where the Tomboy Ranma had beaten was scowling at him, while beside her a Kitten was giving him an assessing look. Akane was dressed again, but the implications of Soun’s words meant . . .Ryouga felt his balls churning, and he was within inches of shaming himself in public when a set of five needles pierced his butt, causing him to cry out in shock.
“Oh, sure, I do all the work, and you get the girls. I bet you can’t wait to sink your dick into them.” Ranma said from behind him. Her voice angry. “Yes, NO!” Ryouga cried out. Barely containing himself at the though of taming two such cute girls, his eyes fell on Ukyou standing on the sidelines looking at him with an expression of sadness. That look triggered a realization in Ryouga. No doubt Ukyou had feeling for either Akane or Nabiki, or both, and was sad that Ryouga was getting them. While it hurt him to do it, he knew he’d was not yet ready to have more pokegirls. Not till he cured or controlled his problem. “I have an announcement,” he shouted.
when everyone went silent, he said. “I can’t take Akane and Nabiki at this time. But, if no one objects, I’d like to give them to my good friend Ukyou.”
Ukyou’s mouth dropped open, and Tofu who had just taken a drink spewed liquid all over the man next to him, who happened to be Kuno. Said individual directed a poisonous look at Ryouga that promised dark revenge. His sister/Domina, standing next to him was directing a look at Akane and Nabiki that promised much the same.
Sun May 30 13:11:43 2004