Lessons

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Ukyo hadn’t sold an Okonomiyaki in days. She sat at her counter, thinking to herself that perhaps Ranma is the only business she ever gets. That, and an occasional greeting from Tsubasa. Either way, she felt that all she had done in her shop lately has dusted off old bags of flour (and of course hope she makes enough to stay in business).

How long has Ranma been gone? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was his mother had come to town, and decided she’d be staying with the Tendo’s until she gets to see her beloved son and husband. She guessed it will be a little bit before the Saotome’s returned. After Mrs. Saotome leaves, its still going to be a couple of weeks before they return, just to be on the safe side.

After all, nobody likes to lose their head. She watched a figure come to the door, and she smiled with glee. The door open, and she started to yell a greeting, but was stopped by the hand moving gently up and down her leg. She looked down. A long feminine hand reached out from the counter.

“Tsubasa!,” She groaned, “I’m working.” She lowered her voice, remembering that a costumer did just enter.

“Yo, Ukyo,” Ranma said.

“I’m closing up for the night,“ Ukyo said, blushing. Damn, she thought to herself, why now of all times for him to return? The hand moved hire up her leg, rubbing her thighs, groping her buttocks. “Come back tomorrow!”

“Aw, but I’m so hungry!” Ranma protested.

Tsubasa looked up through his little whole, grinning wickedly. He moved is hand from Ukyo’s well shaped bottom across the front to her slit, pulling and hand back and penetrating through the clothe with two fingers. He moved them back and forth slowly, pushing them in a little bit farther. Ukyo jumped back.

“Isn’t it almost time for dinner at the Tendo’s?” Ukyo asked.

“Yes, but I am hungry right now.”

“Ranma honey, your so childish,” Ukyo said, realizing there was no way to get out of making Ranma an Okonomiyaki. She leaned forward, her legs a few feet back from Tsubasa’s friendly hands. She leaned over awkwardly. Ranma gave her an odd glance. She just smiled as she mixed the ingredients on the griddle.

“Ukyo,” Ranma started, “Is it just me, or are you acting a bit strangely?”

“Oh, its just you,” She responded with a wave of her hand. She bent over a little lower to flip the okonomiyaki, and felt a bit of a tug at her waist. She thrust forward with it twice, until her knees crashed to the ground, Then her chest against the counter. She shook, looking at Tsubasa’s eyes through the crevice.

“Can’t you at least wait until I close? After that, maybe we could go out?”

“You promise?” Tsubasa asked, acting very feminine.

“Yes,” Ukyo said, reluctantly.

Ranma looked over and saw that Ukyo’s face was smashed against the counter. He tried to hold in his laughter for just a few moments before he gave into his urge. He laughed loudly and moronically. Ukyo immediately stood up.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a plastic smile “I slipped on some batter!”

She flipped the okonomiyaki a few times and gave it to Ranma, making minimal small talk. Ranma ate it fast, put his plate down, and asked for another one. Ukyo quickly made another one, Ranma eating it just as fast.

“Can I have another?” He asked.

Before Ukyo could respond, her thoughts were interrupted by the thunderous sound that happened every time Akane entered. It was as if she always went inside expecting a fight. Her eye twitched angrily, having finally found her absent (and at times, absent-minded) fiance.

“Ranma!” she shouted, “I have been looking for you for hours! I thought you were going to finally give in and visit your mother.”

“Oh, she hasn’t left?” Ukyo asked, curious.

“That’s why I am here,” Ranma said, “I’m not particularly interested committing suicide.”

Frustrated, Akane grabbed Ranma’s arm and dragged him out the door. Ukyo let out a relieved “See you tomorrow.” She ignored Ranma and Akane’s bickering. This was, after all, how Ranma usually left. She took the bow out of her hair and sighed. She locked the door and closed shop for the night.

Ranma followed Akane, having finally released his hand from her grasped. He took his usually place up on the fence right above her. She marched violently before him as he looked up at the sky. He didn’t know how to make conversation. Akane would just bring up the fact that at least Ranma has a mother that he could get to know, and he would agree. He thought to himself ’Why doesn’t she understand?’ After all, its no use knowing your mother for a few moments if you are going to be dead soon afterwards.

He blamed his father. It was always his father’s fault. The reason he is engaged to so many women. The reason he is cursed. And, finally, the reason his mother will insist on suicide if she finds out about his horrible curse. “If Ranma doesn’t become a true man, then the three of us will commit suicide together.” Usually, people put a bit more thought into a promise, especially when their life is on the line.

“Akane,” he said, “I love my mother.”

“Then why don’t you want her to see what a great man you have become?”

“I thought I was a jerk, a pervert, and what was the other thing you called me while dragging me out of Ucchan’s?”

“Stupid. You may not be a great man, but at least you can act the part while your mother is around.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ranma sighed. They didn’t talk much for the rest of the walk home, Ranma was more concerned about the gray clouds in the sky. A few raindrops will turn him female instantly. He had become quite used to his transformations, and usually did not care as much. Some thought that he was a bit too comfortable with his transformations, but that was what he believed of Ryoga, or who Akane knew as P Chan. He remembered a few weeks back, not being able to sleep after hearing Akane yelling “No, P chan! Tickles!” He could only imagine where that little black piglet had decided to start licking her.

The moaning afterwards was proof enough he needed. P Chan slept between her legs, until she turned to her side. He tumbled over and tried to find his way through the maze of sheets with his awful sense of direction. He crawled in her shirt, butting his snout against her breasts. She rolled on her back before he realized where he was. He kept bumping her breasts, licking them. She let out her words. He stopped, being the kindhearted person he was. He crawled out of her shirt and started licked her face.

“P chan,” she said, half asleep. She stroked his back with her left hand, moving it down to her pants, wear she began to finger herself. She pulled her pants down with her other hand and P chan ran down, unable to resist the temptation to look. Again, in her sleep, grabbed the pig and put her face by her wet slit. P Chan understood this as an invitation and began to lick her wildly. He moved his small tongue inside. She spread her legs out wider while he penetrated her with his snout. He pushed in and out, flicking his small tongue inside her, until she cried out with a wild orgasm.

Knowing exactly what happened would not hurt Ranma at all, since what he heard was bad enough.

“Ucchan!” Tsubasa squealed, then turning his voice more serious, “Where are we going?”

Ukyo walked uncomfortably with Tsubasa, arm in arm. She bound her breasts, and put on blue shirt and pants. She created a small bulge in her pants for bit of an extra effect. She dressed as a man to be disguised from everyone, and so not to be taken for a lesbian. Tsubasa wore his seifuku, unable to change from earlier in the day.

“Somewhere where we will not be seen.”

“Are you embarrassed by me?,” he said, pretending to muster up some tears.

“Oh, of course not,” Ukyo said, lying.

Tsubasa put his head against Ukyo’s shoulder. “I love you,” he said. Ukyo continued to walk. She did accept that she enjoyed a lot of Tsubasa’s cute lovey dovey type stuff, and wished that Ranma could be a little bit more like that. Even though Ranma could transform into a woman, Tsubasa had him beat when it came to acting like one. It was one of his better qualities, she thought. Not at all frustrating, like stalking, or feeling her up at work to get her attention.

“Well, I love Ranma,” she admitted, “But I do sort of like being with you.”

“Can you kiss me?” Tsubasa asked.

Ukyo turned to her companion, looked at him, and put her lips on his. They twirled their tongues passionately. Tsubasa gently stroked Ukyo’s back, down to her butt. Ukyo gave in and admitted to herself that she was enjoying it. They broke off the kiss, then Ukyo wrapped her lip around Tsubasa’s lower lip and continued a series of smaller kisses.

“Has Ranma ever kissed you like that?” asked Tsubasa.

Ukyo shook her head. “I still don’t know how Ranma feels about me. Sometimes I worry that he really is in love with Akane.”

“Oh,” said Tsubasa, “Ucchan, you know how I feel about you, though. So why can’t you give me a chance?”

Akane opened the door. Ranma came right in, just before the rain started pouring down. He looked at Akane, worried but expecting finally a worthy reunion. The few times he had met his mother, he was in disguise, afraid of a possible fate. He did want his mother to finally see the real him. Akane decided to be gracious and lead him up to his mother. Through the large residence, all Ranma could hear was his heart thumping wildly. Akane brought him to the door, and just as she opened it, the rain crashed through the ceiling.

“Mrs Saotome,” She said, “This is-”

The woman just looked back and smiled. “Oh, Akane, I already know your cousin Ranko.”

Confused, Akane looked back to see girl type, soaking wet. Ranma let out a sigh, and decided to be friendly enough. “Oh, you know that Akane can be forgetful. After all, it has been a few months.”

Akane elbowed his gut. She looked at the suitcase briefly. “Are you leaving?”

“Yes,” she responded, “I guess there is no helping it. Ranma and Genma are out training somewhere, it could be ages until they return.”

“Oh,” said Akane, sadly.

“Well, there are always letters,” Ranma said, relieved. His voice seemed a bit thoughtless.

His mother nodded, “I’m sure he can tell me what a great man he has become.”