Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters from any anime series found within this Ranma 1/2 - Utena crossover. Ranma and Utena both are licensed by Viz Media in America and are copyright their respective owners.

AN: I’ve gotten a lot of flak since the last chapter about Ranma being permanently female, I’ll take this time to inform you that this is not the case and that he’ll be getting nookie relatively frequently in both forms in later chapters. To those of you who swore never to read this fic anymore because of the latest plot development, give it a second chance. I know that I hate fics where he’s permanently female and try never to write one where he’s even locked but this one seemed to scream for such a development.

The Revolution
Chapter Ten
By Dr. Suekeiichi Kaiton

Shiori Takatsuki wiggled her plump behind as she sauntered towards the fencing room, the perfectly rounded peaches held tightly by a slightly small fencing uniform. She smirked as passing boys turned around and followed her movements down the hall, it gave her the feeling of power, not that she really doubted her power over the opposite sex, it was just that she doubted her degree of manipulation regarding her own gender. She thrust out her chest and looked down to admire the way her breasts bounced like water balloons with each step, jiggling wonderfully in a hypnotic swaying that drew the eye of all she passed.

It was all for Juri, though, all for the tallish orange-haired beauty who secretly lusted after her body. Oh of course she knew about Juri’s lust, she could feel the other girl’s heat through her gloves whenever she paused to show her a stance or correct a parry. She saw the way Juri’s eyes followed the cleft of her sex in the showers, how she often dropped the soap so to tease her `sempai’ by giving her a secretive flash of pink when she thought no one was looking, and how Juri’s breath grew ragged whenever they peeled off their fencing uniforms. Knowing all this, she also knew that Juri would never lay a finger on her for fear of discovery. She didn’t pretend to understand Juri’s obsession with her but she tried her best to make the self-righteous bitch squirm.

A stocky-looking boy, a university student perhaps, was walking from the auditorium and gave her a leer, his eyes trailing up and down her tight little package. She paid him no mind and continued on her way, putting an extra wiggle in her walk when she noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his shorts. Men were such pigs, really, just a group of low-grade Neanderthals plodding around the earth searching for pussy. She was firmly convinced that they sought only food, rest, and women, and up to a point she’d been correct. Still, she loved to tease them, to twist them around her fingers and feel their confidence drain under her power. She slept with them, of course, she couldn’t believe that any woman could ever turn down cock (although Juri seemed to be an exception to the rule), but that didn’t mean she had to like them. They were disposable commodities to be traded about and exploited.

Women were really only marginally better, the real difference being that they weren’t solely interested in sex but like the male persuasion they tried to control you and bend you to their will. Lovemaking was often more violent, far more concentrated on penetration than with men - probably because they didn’t have the equipment to penetrate - and with a larger emphasis on domination. Sure, she’d heard all the crap about the patriarchy holding domination over women but she was of the mind that only the ugly and fat women who couldn’t control the men with looks or smarts propagated that myth. Anyone who thought that men dominated women should try to have sex with a lesbian and explain to her that all she wanted to do was give face...

She’d experimented with both and decided that men were the lesser of two evils. Women had too much baggage, too many things going on in their heads to manipulate, better to live with an easily controlled man. Shiori pulled the shoulder straps of her outfit up to raise her breasts ever so slightly and entered the locker-room.

After realizing that Juri fantasized about her while they changed, she’d decided to change in her room to deny the other girl her fantasies - let her rub her thighs together all she wanted, she’d never get another gander of her love nest. God, she loved to talk dirty, just thinking about stripping in front of a bound and gagged naked Juri, teasing her with touches, licks, caresses, and got her wet. She’d start off with a slow strip tease followed by a show of her agility and flexibility. Then she’d tease the girl’s slit with her toes, never letting her cum, and nip at her erect nipples.

“Ah! God...yes...” Unfamiliar noises broke her dominatrix revelry and she blinked, realizing that the lights were off in the locker-room. Her eyes narrowed to slits. It sounded like someone was having sex.

Stalking through the darkness, Shiori felt the locker handles to gauge her progress into the room, periodically stopping to listen to the moans and exclamations in order to proceed farther. The double doors that led to the fencing room were closed and locked with only the light streaming in through the high wired-glass windows on either side to illuminate the central area of the changing room.

The lockers formed rectangle with low benches and a wide area in the centre with a drain. The light barely lit the centre of the open space, casting the room into an eerie dreamscape of sexual noises and the sound of squishing flesh. She knelt at the end of the row of lockers and peered over a bench, waiting impatiently for her eyes to acclimatize to the dim room. For a long time nothing but moans and delicious gasps filled her view with nothing to break the straight panes of light streaking down to the water-slick tiled floor. Was there anyone even in the room? Could it be coming from the showers?

Then a shadow arched back into the light. A full head of thick curls flopped back with the motion of her head accompanied by a throaty purr of contentment. Shiori caught only a glimpse before she rolled behind the row with her back to a locker. Who was that? Did Juri know? The sounds were beginning to arouse her, awakening her body to the scent of pussy and sweat hanging thick in the still air, mixing with the subtle stink of chlorine bleach. Her hands sank down to her crotch unbidden and began to probe the thick padded leotard covering her opening. Turning back to the centre of the room, she watched as the thrashing girl rose even higher; she simply had to be atop someone’s shoulders or held by her lover. She continued to watch as her slim fingers pressed between the leotard and the tights below to scratch at the periphery of her sex.

The shadow figure was lurching back and forth before gradually becoming smaller and smaller. They were moving towards the doors, she realized, and felt bold enough to stop her teasing and creep back behind the bench. God, the noises were driving her mad! The velvet sound of wet flesh sliding against wet flesh, the lush, sloppy sound of a hungry mouth eating away at the fuzzy peach of another; she was damp now and there was no getting around it but what to do? Strip and pleasure herself? She didn’t know when the couple would be done. Leave? Impossible, she had to know who the couple was...

The girl with the curls slammed hard against the doors and splayed her arms out on either side. She was gasping and begging for the other to stop before she lost her mind but the other only increased the fervent pace of her licking. It was two girls she’d decided, no man ever ate out a woman for that long, they were too busy thinking about what a girl’s puss would feel like around her pathetic little cocks to pay close attention to what the girl felt. The dominant partner stopped her lapping and stood so that her head was framed in the light. Shiori saw short hair long in the back before the girl sunk back down into the shadows.

The noise of squelching mud sounded crisp in the silence of the cavernous room. Shiori knew that fingers were involved now and wiggled out of her leotard, exposing the steaming wet crotch of her tights. Running her right index finger over the puckered lips of her closed slit she shivered in anticipation. The sounds of thick mucus quickened and the captive girl against the doors mewed in ecstasy. Shiori pried apart her lips and sunk her middle finger in to the third knuckle, sighing as the digit brushed against the rough texture of her canal.

The dominant figure pressed against the other’s body as her fingering continued apace, and in the dim light she could see the girl sucking lightly at a breast. The curly-haired girl screamed in pleasure and, like the ringing of a silver bell, the sound broke through Shiori’s rapt attention and echoed in her mind.

Juri? The curly girl was Juri? Juri, her Juri was actually having sex with another girl? It wasn’t possible! She was sure Juri would never touch another girl and certainly would never touch a boy. Juri was one of those tragic figures that liked to punish themselves because they thought they deserved it, she would never be caught dead getting eaten out and fingered in the locker room. Still, as she looked the light illuminated the side of the standing girl’s face and it was Arisugawa, her mouth open in a formless scream of pleasure and pain. Whatever sexual urges she’d had minutes previous were washed away by the sight of her favorite victim in the throes of abject pleasure.

As the wet noises increased even faster in tempo, Shiori Takatsuki reaffixed her padded leotard and crawled back to the door. Opening it quietly, even though she doubted that either would hear her even if she slammed it shut, she slithered out and sat back against the door.

“Are you alright?” The husky boy from before was standing in front of her, his erection pressing even more blatantly against the thin fabric of his athletic shorts. From her vantage point on the floor she could see up the wide leg of his clothing and saw his bare cock, a good seven-incher, growing from a trimmed patch of pubic hair and pressing against the shiny fly of his shorts. The sight of the pulsing organ brought her mind back to the incredible scene in the locker room. “Do you need any help?”

Shiori closed her eyes and calmed herself. Her breathing slowed to normal and her limbs had stopped twitching. She opened them again with perfect clarity at the boy and narrowed in cold calculation.

“Do you want to fuck?”