ANIME/MANGA HENTAI FAMILY RPG - 5: Thread 1 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Anime-Manga-Hentai-Family-RPG/ Compilation and proofreading by St Fan [GAME START] Learning from the Tendôs Austin_S_Dakota OOC: OK, the Genma/Ranma relation is being rewritten. The time here is shortly after the Saotomes come to live with the Tendôs. IC: Genma felt a little strange on just what he was about to do. Looking at Ranma's sleeping mat, a momentary fit of conscience filled him. But like most things in Genma's life, the feeling of his own enjoyment overruled whatever pang of guilt he might have had. Taking his own sleeping mat, the older man neatly destroyed it. It had taken him well over a week to grow used to the idea that Tendô was sleeping with one of his daughters. Having been trained by the Master, the incestuous sex really didn't bother the elder Saotome. The only problem he actually had with Sôun and Kasumi's arrangement was envy at the sexy thing his friend was bedding. But if everything went according to his plan then after tonight, Genma too would have a tight young sexual toy. Removing the damaged mat, Genma sat down, waiting for his son to come up to bed. Re: Learning from the Tendôs - OCC: Comment "The Major" Hi, Austin... So with your opening of this thread, you're saying that the Saotomes arrived at the Tendô Dôjô pretty much as "canon" characters and that for the first week or so, nothing "ecchi" actually happened to the Saotomes. But that the Tendôs continued on with their own brand of echiness? OK... for reference then, Girl-Ranma can be assumed to have been teased and had passes made at her by Nabiki (and possibly Akane) as the curse would be a factor that makes her approve of Ranma rather than a turn off. The Major. We now return you to your regular RPG and apologize for any inconvenience. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma hated like hell to give the old fart credit, but in this instance, he was forced to admit that his Pop had been right. Girls were crazy! What the hell was with that Nabiki? She seemed obsessed with helping Ranma get used to his girl side. Ranma didn't want to get used to it! But Nabiki wouldn't let up. She kept trying to teach Ranma about his alternative body, and all her lessons seemed to involve Ranma stripping down so that Nabiki could have a visual reference to show Ranma. Ranma had actually tried to humor her. After all, he did have to admit that it would be nice to understand some of the weird feelings his girl body inflicted on him. After all, it wasn't like he could ask his pop. But then, Nabiki had stripped down herself, for comparison she said, and that had been more than Ranma could take. He'd bolted, and after that he'd made it a policy to stay well away from any situation that would leave him and Nabiki alone together. The strange sensations that Ranma experienced looking at Nabiki's firm, pink-tipped tits, her plump little sex, and the all the other parts of her smooth naked body had been very uncomfortable, and strange. Ranma had enough problems just turning into a girl, without the body going all weird on him. Remembering that past encounter had an unforeseen effect on Ranma. Not that he was able to put one and one together. "Oh, shit," Ranma cursed to himself, as he felt a swelling between his legs. He hastily reached into his silk pants, and adjusted his erection so it was not so obvious, with little success. The light silk trousers did a very poor job of masking the large bulge. "Damn, this stupid body is almost as bad as my girl one. I haven't even drunk that much lately. I've got to go and pee before someone sees me." It spoke worlds about Genma's version of sex education that Ranma, despite pretty much growing up in the country, and being cursed with a female body, had not yet put together that tab "c" went in slot "c". In fact, Genma's version of sex education consisted pretty much of making sure Ranma never found out there was such a thing. As a result, as far as he knew, the only reason his dick every now and then swelled up was due to a large need to urinate. A belief fostered by Genma, and aided by frequent cases of "morning wood" for both of them. Once in the bathroom, Ranma tried without success to coax some piss out of his woody. No matter how much he tried to relaxed, or stroked his erection in encouragement, nothing emerged. Finally, he gave up, and decided to use an alternative measure to get rid of the embarrassing protrusion. A quick dousing of cold water, and Ranma's problem was gone. Not that "she" was completely off the hook even yet. She was still experiencing a strange wet sensation between her legs. Ranma put it down to the girl's version of a woody, and quickly relieved herself on the toilet. Cleaning herself, a weird experience in itself, Ranma left the bathroom. Taking a look at the darkening sky as he entered the common room, Ranma decided that it was time for bed. He briefly debated visiting the kitchen for some hot water, and decided against it. Having to sneak back to the bathroom in the morning with another erection, when all the girls were getting ready for the day, was not something he wanted to do. Better to sleep as a girl. He just hoped he didn't have any more Kunô dreams. Giving a slight shudder at the thought, he headed up the stairs. Re: Learnng from the Tendô's Byooki Desu Step one, the destruction of his own Tatami was complete and Genma had patiently been waiting for the chance to commence phase two. Phase two was as brilliant as phase one, consisting of two parts in itself. The first part was that he, Genma, would not sleep on the floor; the second part was of him not doing any sleeping. So, when Ranma opened the door and entered the room she and her father shared her mind, no doubt full of such nonsense that in Genma's opinion only a teenagers mind could be filled with, she was in for a surprise. .... Sitting in a lotus position on top of Ranma's own sleeping matt, Genma Saotome, his face obscured by the dark shadows in the dim room, more than anything resembled a sleeping gargoyle just waiting for something to sink its teeth in. Re: Learnng from the Tendô's T.H. Tiger For as long as she could remember, Ranma had been training with her father. And not in a casual way like many so called martial artists. Ranma's training was twenty-four-seven, literally. Every waking moment, Ranma was indulging in some form of exercise, even if it was only straining muscles against each other while appearing to be at rest. Every sleeping moment was training as well. Ranma had learned to sleep a hundred feet up, slung between two giant bamboo shoots, six feet down, in a recently dug grave, on rocks, on sand, on mountain ledges, standing, sitting, upside down, and so on. And never was that sleep without the threat of attack. By the present time, Ranma could, without waking, evaluate any threat, and decide whether it was worthy of waking up or not. Ranma could be dragged and tossed, rolled and thumped, and as long as there was no real threat, she would never rouse from a slumber, but let one real threat, no matter how small, of a genuine attack show and she would wake in an instant. In fact, the short time they had been staying at the Tendôs was the only time, ever, that Ranma had not been constantly trained in one way or another by her father. She missed it. So, when Ranma opened the door to her and her pop's bedroom, a thrill of pleasure rushed through her as she was instantly aware that she was in danger. Adrenaline flooded into her body, sending a familiar fiery tingle through her nerves. Despite her inward joy, nothing showed on her face of the great anticipation she was feeling. Instead she scowled, and snarled at her father, "What are you up to now, you old fart?" There was no reaction from the still form of Genma. Not taking her eyes off of her father, Ranma examined her surroundings out of the corner of her eyes, while using every highly trained sense she possessed to scan the room. She had been aware of the torn futon from the moment she walked into the room, but she did not allow her focus to dwell too long on the tatters of bedding. While it might be part of the threat she was facing, it could just as easily, and much more likely, be a distraction, a decoy for the real attack. Ranma reached back, and touched the wall with feather light pressure, moving her hands carefully, feeling for any hidden surprises before allowing herself to move backward and press her back against the wall. She began to circle Genma, carefully testing each floor section before committing her weight to it, and moving on to the next. A typical Ninja might have taken minutes or even an hour, to do this. Ranma moved at a fast walking pace and had completely circled Genma and returned to her starting position within ten seconds. There was no threat other than her father, and the tattered shreds of bedding. Ranma's mind raced as she considered options. On several occasions Genma had woven nets out of unlikely objects, grass, seaweed, steel wool, and used them to entrap Ranma. Those had been painful times as Genma had usually driven home the lesson by eating all the food in camp while Ranma watched helplessly. She was damned if that was going to happen again. She was not going to spend the night with an empty belly. But, as close as she examined them, there seemed to be no evidence that the bedding had been woven into a net. Besides, Genma hadn't tried that scam since she was ten. No, there was something else going on. Ranma's body tingled in anticipation, and she barely managed to keep her face from breaking into a grin. The old man was up to something new. She had no idea what it was, only that it was bound to be nasty and tricky. She almost bounced in glee. She'd been bored out of her skull for the past while doing nothing more than basic morning spars. She was more than ready to learn something new. "I ain't falling for it, old man." Ranma said in a casual voice. Genma did not move. "You might as well get it over with. The sooner you do, the sooner I can kick your ass, and we can get some sleep." Genma did not move. Ranma scowled slightly, her fingers lightly drumming on her thighs. She hated to take the initiative, but then the old fart knew that. Ranma resumed circling the room until she was directly behind Genma. Drawing a deep silent breath, she glided forward in a blur, until she was two feet behind Genma, and then bounced, doing a standing somersault overtop of the sitting figure of her father, never taking her eyes off on him. She landed on her left foot, and lashed out with her right, the sole of her foot ending up six inches from Genma's nose as Ranma bounced backward. Genma didn't move. Oh, this must be good," Ranma thought to herself. Her father never kept his mouth shut this long unless he had something really good in mind. A cocky smile appeared on Ranma's face. Whatever else might be wrong with it, her girl body was fast, very fast. Ranma strolled toward her father, her nonchalant walk concealing her hair-trigger readiness for anything. Disdaining any conventional attack, she leaned forward, and flicked the tip of Genma's nose with her forefinger. Re: Learnng from the Tendô's Byooki Desu ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ ~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~ Sugar and spice and everything nice, that is what little girls are made of. Genma had to agree as he sat in his King-sized bed, his beautiful wife Nodoka snuggled up to him and feeding him grapes. As beautiful as the morning itself, his red-haired wife wanted nothing more than please him, and that was the way Genma liked it. Woman should have spirit, true; but a real woman knew how to please a man. "You are so good to me Nodoka" He murmured as the woman cuddled up to him, her pale bosom pressing against him as her luscious lips met his cheek. Nodoka was a real woman... his daughter Ranma on the other hand was another matter. No matter how hard he tried the girl just didn't seem to want to apply herself. Swallowing the grape his wife had fed him, he watched in dismay as the young pigtailed girl was starting to clear his bedroom table of its tray. "Ranma... Your father isn't pleased. He slaves all day with teaching you how to be proper and you still cannot do it." Ranma's eyes widened and she started protesting but Genma would have none of it as he yanked her by the pigtail and dragged her onto the bed. Positioning her across his lap he hiked her maid's skirt up and gave her panty-clad bottom a light swat. "You still don't waggle your hips enough when you walk, child!" He scolded her giving her ass another light swat and then another, watching her the part of rear that wasn't covered by the black underwear start taking on a rather pink almost red tone. Stroking their daughter's hair soothingly, Nodoka just gave Ranma a pitying look as Genma borrowed his wives brush and pulled the girls panties down. "You need to brush up on the art girl! And I am going to--" ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ ~:~~E~N~D~~O~F~~D~R~E~A~M~~:~ ~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~:~~ Making a choked sound, Genma fell backwards, so rudely awakened from his dreams. He was going to teach her to show some proper respect! That was what he would do! Quickly have retaken his sitting position as if he had never toppled in the first place Genma fixed his child with a stern expression. "Your father is disappointed in you, boy! You know better than to interrupt his meditating!" Genma shook his head, a self-blaming look starting to creep unto his features. Sometimes even Genma had a hard time knowing whether her really believed all what he was saying himself. "But your father has failed, he has failed training you in showing respect and has failed too train you in the art." Flipping to his feet and turning his back to his child, which in retrospect might be a very stupid thing to do Genma hit himself over the head a few times in a display of punishing himself. "This old man has failed... this man haven't gotten himself a son able to best him in combat, or a daughter respecting her father... Ranma!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face as he turned to face Ranma in a fighting position. "I cannot accept this from you!" Re: Learnng from the Tendô's T.H. Tiger *WHAM*. Ranma's foot shut down Genma's diatribe by the simple expedient of kicking his mouth shut. "I don't believe you!" Ranma yelled. "I was all set for a decent training session after all the time you've been slacking lately. You haven't pushed me once since we came to the Tendôs. Here I figured you'd finally decided to start something new," Ranma waved at the tattered bedding, "and all you were doing was sleeping. "Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure. If you think I'm going to sleep anywhere but on the good futon, you got another thing coming!" Ranma dropped into her own defensive pose, her breathing rapid from her annoyance. The deep in and out breaths caused her breasts to heave up and down under the thin covering of her tee shirt, her nipples clearly visible. Her oversized boxers had slipped down and were resting on her wide hips, the waistband hovering just barely above her groin. Normally Ranma would have hitched them up by reflex, but she was too pissed at her Pop to think about it. Besides, diverting your attention at a moment like this was a good way to get your ass kicked. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu When push came to shove, Genma wasn't a man that backed down. Many would believe him a coward if they had ever seen him apply the secret Saotome technique, but those people didn't know the true meaning of the art. Martial arts wasn't simply fighting; it was, as hinted by its name, an art. And much like you didn't achieve perfection when painting by just using one set of brushes, you didn't achieve perfection in martial arts by using only what was offered. Take the battle where you wanted it, not where your opponent wanted it to go; make sure you control the battle, and never let the battle control you. Tears still streaming down his face, Genma made a sweep at Ranma's legs as he practically bounced back to his feet. "Ranma! You are not doing any sleeping tonight!" The Saotome Patriarch yelled, for a few seconds considering simply overwhelming the girl. He was sure he could do it, and had to physically restrain himself from doing so. After all, when it really mattered and when he really had wanted to he had always had been able to best his child. But would that be a good idea? Simply beating her would avail to nothing. Like in Go, you had to lure your opponent into thinking they had one before you could spring your trap... and cheating didn't. "If it's the bedroll you want, 'boy', then you are going to have to fight!!" And with that he kicked at the Futon, lifting it with his foot into the air and sending it towards where his child was located. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger "Fine by me, old man," Ranma tossed back at Genma, as she sidestepped the flying futon. Ranma had learned long ago to never take your eyes off an opponent, or to let him blind you, even for an instant. The futon, and sleep, could wait; right now she had a fat ass to kick. Ranma had no doubts as to her ability to beat her father. Part of this was her own ego, but her father was responsible for a lot of it as well. Pride and confidence were integral parts of a good martial artist, at least in Genma's mind. What Ranma had never quite realized was that Genma had always carefully gauged the amount of skill and strength to use against Her. He had never thrown a fight, but he had always stayed at the given level he had selected for a given fight, forcing Ranma to do her utmost to beat him, and then only after suffering numerous defeats. However, Ranma's ego was wholly to blame for the fact that she'd never questioned why her father always got suddenly better after she'd managed to beat him. Ranma also foolishly believed that her female form was as formidable as her male, not realizing that her father had backed down his level of performance when fighting Ranma's girl side, in order not to crush Ranma's spirit. As a result, Ranma was still making basic mistakes when fighting as a girl, one of which was not taking into account the difference in her reach. So, when Ranma aimed a flying kick at Genma's chest, the focal point of her strike was actually two inches in front of Genma. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu The Tatami had never been meant as anything other than a clever diversion. Having watched his child sidestep the flying object with ease, Genma himself had leaped backwards, grabbing onto one of the curtains and pulling it down from its hinges. The action almost cost him the fight, or would have had Ranma taken a few seconds to gauge the situation. Pushing the palm of his free hand upwards, he stopped Ranma's foot in midair as it came close to nicking him. The block itself hadn't been necessary since Ranma wouldn't have hit him anyway, but it did allow him to get in closer and have her within his range. Lashing out with his own leg, he kicked towards Ranma's raised leg that was still lifted in the air, and aimed his attack towards the joining of her ankle and her thigh. "You'll have to do better than _that_, Ranma!" He barked a laugh as he leaped backwards and away from her after his own attack had been carried out. Landing on the windowsill, still clutching the drapes to his body, he pulled down the skin under his left, sticking out his tongue at her. "Training, training, lots of training is what you need!" And with that he flipped outside. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger This is more like it, Ranma thought. Not that she let any pleasure show on her face. "Come back here, you old fart," Ranma yelled, "I ain't done kicking your ass yet." With that, Ranma leaped out the window after Genma. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Genma was proud of Ranma, was proud of how his child devoted him, or as in this case she, towards martial arts. Of course, there had been times when Ranma had disappointed him, but overall, yes he was proud. He was proud of Ranma and Ranma was proud. A lesson that Ranma never had taken to heart, however, was that pride more often than not lead to downfall and defeat. Having flipped outside, he had easily grabbed hold of one of the roof tiles and swung himself up on the roof itself, giving him the high ground as Ranma herself jumped after him. "I've seen a lot of kicking and a lot of screaming, Ranma, but then that is what girls do best, isn't it?" He yelled at the redhead, not caring if any of the Tendôs heard him. After all, insults _were_ a part of the daily routine in his and Ranma's sparring matches. And even if one of Sôun's daughters did take offence, it wasn't as if he lied. Kicking and screaming was what most women did best. Taking up what seemed one of his normal stances, Genma let the curtain drop to the roof as he awaited the teenager's arrival. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Despite her jump before you look attitude, Ranma was not surprised to hear Genma above and behind her. Mid-air combat "was" a staple of ATGMA, after all. The same could be said for insults, but Ranma was still too sensitive about her female side to simply ignore Genma's comment, even though she knew perfectly well that he was trying to get her goat. A flush of anger covered Ranma's face, and she spun in mid- air, positioning herself to bounce straight up at Genma the instant she landed. Ranma's feet barely touched ground before she launched herself upward at Genma. Two things on her mind: one was that she was going to ram that insult right down his throat, and how pathetic it was that her old man was reduced to using trickery and insults to gain an advantage. It was sad really. He'd been so good once upon a time, but she was the best now, and she was in no mood to take it easy on the old fart. "Prepare to get your ass kicked, old man!" Ranma yelled as she landed on the tile roof just below Genma, and launched herself in a high leap that would take her over his head, and force him to move out of his defensive stance. Then, when he was slightly off balance, she'd do a reverse bicycle kick to his chin, and send him toward the Koi pond. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Again with the ass remark; Genma made a mental note to see to it that Ranma learned some new insults. He simply couldn't have the boy... err... girl repeat herself. Do a maneuver enough times and people would start to catch on to you sooner or later. As Ranma landed in front of him, no doubt preparing to kick his head off, Genma acted. His stance never had been meant for defense but for attack. Leaping back less than a foot, his hands moved in painting way and the curtain came up. Foot ending up in what appeared to be a loop, Ranma's mouth had once again ended her up in trouble. Maybe it was coincidence or maybe Genma knew something about Ranma that his child did not know herself, but fact was she generally seemed to advertise exactly the move she was about to perform. Getting his ass kicked indeed. Having caught her foot, Genma took advantage of the situation, using her own momentum as he heaved her upwards, leaving the redhead hanging upside down by one of her legs. "Strung up like a fish about the get gutted!" Genma laughed, watching Ranma dangle by her leg. "Don't get to hung up about this Ranma!" And with that he brought her down. Laughing his ass off, Genma turned away from his daughter who was practically buried in the brick roof and let go of his grip on the curtain as his eyes fell on the Koi pond far below... "Like a fish on dry land, Ranma!" Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger There is an old saying. To thy own self be true. A good rule for anyone, but it's one of the cardinal ones for any person who wishes to be a true master of martial arts, and not just a skilled amateur. To truly master any of the arts, you must first master your own body. You must "know" it. A true master can pick a fly out of the air between his or her fingers, and never harm the creature. A true master can shatter a boulder, or crack an egg, without breaking the yoke. A true master can hear a pin drop, and not be deafened by a shotgun blast. Ranma had been, or very nearly so, such a master. Till he had gotten his curse. So strong was Ranma's denial that anything had altered, he had refused to put into place the serious training needed to understand his new body as well as his old one. That was one of the main reasons "she" was in her current position. In his male body, Ranma could have recoiled his kick long before Genma could loop the curtain around his ankle, Ranma-chan had seriously misjudged her distance and reaction time, and as a result, she was hung up like a fruit ready for the plucking. One thought, brought on by years of training ran through her mind. Shit, this is going to hurt. > "Strung up like a fish about the get gutted!" > > Genma laughed watching Ranma dangle by her leg. > > "Don't get to hung up about this Ranma!" > > And with that he brought her down. > > Laughing his ass off, Genma turned away from his daughter who was > practically buried in the brick roof, and let go of his grip on the > curtain as his eyes fell on the Koi pond far below.. > "Like a fish on dry land Ranma!" Ranma had been right. It had hurt. She lay on the back, her eyes twirling, and the breath knocked out of her. "I'll just lie here for a second," she said in a soft hazy voice. Her aching body caused Ranma to pay more attention than she usually did to her female form. Her back hurt, her ass hurt, and even her tits hurt, which was strange, as she'd landed on her back. Idly, her addled brain, analyzed why that should be so. Some sort of whiplash effect, she decided. Her tits had kept moving after her body hit the roof, and then snapped back when they reached the limit of their ability to stretch. Stupid things, she thought to herself. Always getting in the way. What the hell good were they for, anyway? Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu What good were tits for? If Genma had actually bothered trying to make Ranma a "man among men", the small redhead would never have asked herself that particular question. But as things were, that promise he had made to Nodoka (much like many other things he had said), was complete bullshit. Or rather, it was martial arts. The sky rumbling above him as he approached her, Genma wasn't afraid of Ranma suddenly bouncing to her feet. He knew how hard he had smashed her into the roof and he knew that Ranma would even have felt the impact if she had been male. "Women and fish, in the end both end up on their backs Ranma... this is something you will have to learn." Genma mumbled as he loosened the curtain from Ranma's leg and turned her over onto her stomach. As for bullshitting people, Ranma knew that her father could twist and mangle the truth in the most obscure ways if it served his ends, but not even she could possibly have known what her old man was about to do. Much like the Koi pond, there was more to Genma than what one could see on the surface; and some of the things lurking deep down in his mind, not even Ranma was aware of. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, using the curtain, he started tying them together with his other. Knee planted in the small of her back, he tightened the makeshift rope, making sure her arms where secure. Ranma didn't like being a girl, or so she said, and she refused to admit she was one when in cursed form no matter what physical evidence was put under her nose. But Genma was also pretty sure that Ranma was clueless when it came to sex. And if such was the case, then she couldn't see sex as a feminine act, could she? Not if her old man took part in it. Pulling at his own pants, Genma noted with a grin that Ranma was starting to get wet. "Now Ranma, your father will teach you wh-- groof gau ooff hrr? eeh???" Blinking a few times, Genma-panda sighed as he moved away from Ranma and hefted her over his shoulder. True enough he didn't have that big qualms about doing the horizontal mambo with his own child, but even he knew sex with her while in panda form was out of the question. For one thing he didn't know how he would go about doing it, and even if it had been only as simple as mounting her he held no delusions about him ever fitting inside of her. As a man, if not _actually_ as big as a horse, he was bigger than any other man he knew and had his doubts of ever fitting it into his child, but as an animal he was as big as a horse. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger The cold rain briefly roused Ranma. Eyes blurry and head aching, she tried to think, but could not seem to put any real thoughts together. She was aware of soft fur under her belly, and the slight jouncing of her sore breasts. The two things equaled her pop as a panda, and her losing the fight. Ranma's head swayed from side to side, which did not help her headache in the least. But as it bounced against her father's furry chest, her half-opened eyes made out a long pink thing that moved in and out of her vision. Not being able to focus on anything abstract, Ranma concentrated on identifying the thing, whatever it was. As she did so, her eyes slowly closed, and she sank back into oblivion ***************************************** Ranma wore a frown on her face as she grimly scrubbed her new body. She wished that she didn't have to do this, but she'd put off giving herself a serious wash for six days now and she was beginning to stink, even by her rather lax standards. She was trying as hard as she could to ignore the new curves and soft openings that had not been there a week before, but it was hard. It seemed every place her hand touched tinged with strange feelings. She started to roughly massage some coarse soap into the flappy mounds that had replaced her iron hard pectorals, and gave a gasp as they protested her rough treatment. Ranma resumed washing her new tits, more carefully this time. It was funny, she thought, as a tingling moist feeling appeared in her crotch. Why would washing her chest cause her to feel things down there? Girl bodies sure were strange. A faint rustling in the bushes broadcasted something Ranma had already been aware of. Her Pop was lurking in the bushes. No doubt waiting for her to let her guard down so he could spring one of his stupid surprise attacks. Ranma made no obvious motion, but she slowly moved out into the middle of the pond she was washing in. Satisfied that Genma would not be able to take her unaware from this distance, she went back to her bathing. To demonstrate her lack of concern, she resumed washing her breasts. Some five minutes later, there was a very faint sound to indicate that Genma was withdrawing from the bushes, and Ranma gave a sigh of relief. Her face was feeling flushed, and her tits were heavy and slightly sore from the thorough washing she'd given them. As well, the moist feeling in her groin had grown even more pronounced. To take her mind off of her new body's weirdness, Ranma decided to turn the tables on her pop, and spring a surprise attack on him. She moved to the opposite side of the pond and climbed out. Being very careful, she circled wide, taking a path that would bring her to the opposite side of their current campsite. Ranma paused just short of the clearing where their meager belongings were set up. A puffing, growling sound reached her ears, showing that Genma was a panda at the moment, and was indulging in some sort of exercise. Carefully, Ranma pushed aside a branch just far enough to let her view the camp, and her father. Her eyes widened when she saw what he was doing. Genma-panda sat with his back to a small tree, and with both paws, rubbed and pumped a cock that had to be close to a foot and a half long. A wave of jealousy surged through Ranma as she saw the sort of equipment the panda sported. While Ranma was fairly clueless about sex, he did know from time spent in public baths that guys tended to look with respect on well-hung guys. Genma always drew sidelong looks, and whispered comments anytime they visited a bath. Once, when young, Ranma had asked his father if he'd ever have a cock as big as Genma's. Genma had assured Ranma, that indeed she would. In fact, he'd give it to her. As happens in dreams, the scene shifted in what seemed like a normal event for the dreamer, and Ranma found herself kneeling in front of Genma panda, who was stroking his giant cock, the tip of which was inches from Ranma's face. "Well, girl, you wanted a big cock, aren't you going to take it?" Also, as is true in dreams, Ranma did not reflect on her pop talking while a panda. Ranma felt confusion. She wanted the cock, but did not know how to go about taking it. "How do I take it, Pop?" she asked. Genma scowled at her. "You are so slow, girl. I guess I'll just have to show you." Genma reached a hand out behind Ranma's head, and began to pull her face toward his cock, which was drooling white stuff from the tip. Ranma recognized that white stuff. She'd waken up on occasion as a guy to find her shorts filled with that stuff. And once, while half awake, and stroking her cock, it had shot some of it out. It had scared her to death at the time; now, she was fascinated as she watched it dribble out the end of Genma's panda cock. Her fascination turned to panic as Genma pulled her head closer and closer to the drooling dick. "No! What are you doing?" she cried out. "What you wanted, girl. I'm going to give you a nice big cock. Open wide and say ahhh. Here comes the choo choo train into the station. Be a big girl, and eat every drop now." "No, I don't wana," Chibi-Ranma protested as her father tried to shove the big carrot into her mouth. "Come on, come on. It's delicious. Just try a little bit and you'll love it. Don't you trust your old man? Have I ever lied to you?" All Ranma could do was try to keep that nasty thing out of her mouth. She just knew that if she ate it there would be no going back. She'd be eating carrots everyday. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Entering their room through the window, Genma-panda had closed the window behind him, making sure it was locked and secure before he had started concentrating on the real problem. The real problem was Ranma. The real problem was that it wouldn't be nearly as fun if she was asleep when he did it. Back when he had started tying her up on the roof, he had believed her to wake pretty fast, but just like him she had taken advantage of the situation to the max and had fallen asleep in truth. Watching the snoozing redhead, he pulled out a couple of sock from a drawer, intending to tie her legs as well, when he realized that such a feat was in his current state beyond him. There was a thunderclap outside and what had started out as a small downpour now hit the window with vicious vigor. Frowning, he picked her up again and opened their cupboard. With all the perverts around, leaving her out in the open just wouldn't do. Lying her down, he pushed a pillow under her head to make her comfortable and closed the cupboard. It wasn't that he was angry with his old friend, but rather he was disappointed in him. He knew very well what Sôun was doing and more than likely had been doing for quite some time now, and he knew that the man would not share. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma's cock was a good solid weight in his hand that vibrated as he pissed in a long golden arc of liquid. The three Tendô girls oooed and ahhed at Ranma's artistry as he made the flow of liquid arc and spiral. Ranma really got into it, and started to spell his name in mid-air, but this proved too much for his abused flesh, and suddenly it pulled away from his body and went limp in his hand. Ranma stared in shock at the pathetic object and then down between his legs, where only a slit remained. "Pathetic," Akane sneered, as she and her sisters turned and walked away, snickering openly. "Wait!" Ranma cried out. "I can put it back, all I need is a little hot water. Come back!" "Give it up, boy," Genma's gruff voice said. "You've screwed up. Once you let a girl see you like that, it's all over. You might as well forget about sticking that back on, and learn to live with that thing," he said, pointing at the small opening between Ranma's legs. "No!" Ranma protested. "That ain't so! I'm a guy. See," he said, waving his detached cock in the air. Genma snatched it out of his hand, and tossed it over his shoulder. "Forget it, girl," he sneered. Ranma chest started to grow, and split into two distinctive lumps. "No!" Ranma cried out again as immense breasts suddenly grew to cover his whole chest, and spread upward to muffle his cries. As the cupboard door opened, Ranma was wrestling with the pillow that was pressed over her face, his muffled voice calling out "Gimme cock, pop!" Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Genma sweatdropped, pulling Ranma out of the closet. Give her cock?? Genma wisely choose not to give in to her demands as he threw her onto the Tatami, waking her in the process. "Ranma, hot water might have solved my problem but it won't solve yours." Shaking, turning around and leaving Ranma bound where she was on the bed, he removed the pillow from the closet and closed it. "I'm not sure even training can solve your problem any more..." With tears in his eyes, he turned around, his gaze steady yet full of grief as he clutched the pillow in his hands. "Your father thought he had taught you well but your father... your... father... Your father has failed you!!" Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger As was usual, given her training, Ranma slept right up to the moment she hit the tatami, and even then, she was more asleep than awake as she contrived to fall as gently as possible. Sleep was not something to be given up casually, and only for genuine danger would Ranma's hindbrain wake her quickly. Of course, given the dream she had been having, Ranma was more eager than usual to wake up. > "Ranma, hot water might have solved my problem but it won't solve > yours." For a second, Ranma's dream and the real world blurred together. "You old bastard, give it back," she muttered angrily. A second later, she shook the last lingering effects of the dream out of her mind, and realized that she was, in fact, awake. "Huh? What the hell are you talking about, old man?" Ranma tried to move, and realized that she was bound hand and foot. Oh, shit, she thought silently to herself. Bondage had featured frequently in many of Genma's more "interesting" training exercises, including the one that Ranma, never, ever, thought about. The excuse was usually that Ranma was relying too much on one part of her body or another. For instance, she'd once had to spend a week with her hands tied behind her back so that she learn to use her feet more. Of course, that raised the question: with both her hands and feet tied, what was Genma expecting her to use? > Shaking, turning around and leaving Ranma bound where she was on the > bed, he removed the pillow from the closet and closed it. > > "I'm not sure even training can solve your problem any more..." Oh, shit, Ranma repeated to herself. Ranma had seen this routine many times before. If he started to cry, she'd know she was in real trouble. He only did that when he knew she'd refuse point blank to consider whatever he had in mind. > With tears in his eyes, he turned around, his gaze steady yet full of > grief as he clutched the pillow in his hands. Oh shit! > "Your father thought he had taught you well but your father... > your... father... Your father has failed you!!" Oh, shit, oh shit! This was going to be bad, Ranma thought. She didn't know what the hell was coming, but she knew she wasn't going to like it. But, she also knew that in the end, she would do it. She always did, for one simple reason. She always ended up stronger in the end. No matter how crazy the idea, somehow, it always seemed to be effective. Not that she'd ever admit that to her father. If the old fart was going to make her suffer, the least she could do was to give him a little grief first. "Stick a sock in it, you old fart," Ranma yelled at Genma. "I've heard it all before. You ain't fooling no one here!" Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Hugging Ranma-chan as he was, Genma frowned as the hug itself reminded him of what he was doing. This was his s-- no his daughter, his child. Could he really do something like this to _his_ little girl? She was so small in his arms... Now if you were told a story about a man that had plans of seducing his biological daughter how would you feel? Sickened to the stomach? Angry at the man that dared call himself a father? Well strange as it might seem, Genma would have agreed with you. Having heard about what Sôun did with Kasumi, Genma had been shocked at first; beyond shocked in fact and more than a little appalled. Yes, he _had_ been disappointed in Sôun and he would have taken the man out and given him a beating had he not remembered how emotionally unstable his old friend was. So he had looked past Sôun's strange show of love for his children and accepted it for what it was, and grew to appreciate what Sôun was doing. Kasumi actually seemed happy that her father bedded her -- and what couldn't hurt your child.... Now as for Ranma... Much like her mother had when he had first met her, she had that spirit and more importantly that spunk. She was a spunky kid and... well Genma would have been a lying to himself if he hadn't admitted to that he found her quite cute and sexy. Ranma needed to learn how to cope with her new situation and her curse, she had to be taught how to deal with her as well as other people's new feelings. Reluctantly releasing her from the hug, he pushed her out at arms length, looking into her eyes for a few seconds before he suddenly pushed her down onto the bed. "You lost against a curtain, little girl." Genma grumbled, his frown now directed at her as he loomed over her, bending closer... Ranma needed to be taught of how to cope with situations like these... true enough, Genma had his own lecherous reasons for doing what he was planning to do, yet what if it had been someone else? Genma might be much better than other martial artists but he had held back even when he had just beaten her... what would happen the next time one of Ranma's "friends" came to fight her and she was in female form? What if they beat her and they decided that it was time for a little payback? No, he was doing this for Ranma's own good.. Better she learn it from him than being forced to into it by some stranger. "But if it is what you want, your father will teach you and--" Suddenly he stopped... his eyes meeting hers again as he looked into them. Large blue pools, so much like her mother's but also mirroring his own dark eyes. Genma might have been a freeloader and many other things, but when it counted he had always made sure that Ranma was safe... he was her father after all. And as a father the idea of any guy touching your little daughter, touching your little girl in no way just raised his hackles... Damn!! He couldn't do this!! Squinting his eyes he quickly turned her onto her stomach and placed a hand in the small of her back. Sighing and holding her in position with one hand Genma looked down at her. "First lesson, never end up on your back... never turn your back, and never open your mouth unless you have to." Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma struggled slightly as Genma hugged her tightly, but soon gave up, bidding her time. In truth, though she'd deny it. It was sort of comforting to be held like this. Her Pop was so big when she was girl sized, it reminded her of when she was a kid, and he'd hold her at night, or carry her over a particularly difficult bit of ground. Back then, she'd always felt safe and secure in her pop's arms. There were differences of course, she was older now, and it wasn't manly to be coddled, but then she wasn't really a man now, was she. It was all right if she was a girl. Ranma rested her head against Genma's chest, and listened o his heartbeat. Genma's smell filled her nostrils; not an unpleasant smell, he bathed regularly, but a masculine one, not that Ranma thought of it that way. All she knew was that he smelled good to her. She stirred slightly in his arms, feeling a bit warm and flushed from their mutual body heat. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as well, crushed as they were against his chest. Ranma had to fight the urge to hold on to her father when he pushed her away. She started to feel very comfortable in his arms. > "You lost against a curtain, little girl." Ranma flushed. But kept her mouth shut. He was right, and arguing would only give him more of a chance to lay it on thick. > Genma grumbled, his frown now directed at her as he loomed over her, > bending closer.. Ranma felt a strange feeling wash over her body as her pop bent over her. The way he was looking at her... his eyes seemed to almost burn. She was used to Genma staring at her intently, judging her performance, but this was different. It was like he was right into her. > "But if it is what you want your father will teach you and--" Ranma swallowed nervously. She'd started out this evening wanting lessons to ease her boredom, but the way Genma was looking, the way he was talking, so seriously, not like his usual bluster. What the hell was he planning? Ranma fought the urge to drop her gaze from his, and instead, opened her eyes wide, and gave him her best "cute" girl expression, hoping to jar him back to normalcy with such behavior. Right now she'd much rather listen to a lecture on her lack of manhood, than deal with this strange version of her pop. > Squinting his eyes he quickly turned her onto her stomach and placed > a hand in the small of her back. Ranma felt relief at being turned away from Genma's gaze, and also anticipation for what might be coming. She felt vulnerable as hell in her present position. >"First lesson, never end up on your back... never turn your back, and > never open you're mouth unless you have to." Ranma frowned down at the bedding. What was he talking about? Insulting and goading your enemy was a staple of the Saotome style. She'd been taught to trash talk for almost as long as she'd been trained to fight. Why the sudden change? Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Ranma, still being tied up and held securely in place by Genma's hand, had had no choice but end up on her stomach when Genma had turned her around. Genma being securely tied in place by his lechery and his own strange conscience and parental feelings had no choice but to keep her there. Turned around as she were, at least he didn't have her breasts in front of his eyes, with their tempting plumpness. At least he didn't have to see them move up and down with her soft breathing. However, turned around as she were he couldn't see her eyes either, so the pressing guilt he felt was somehow lessened. The way he felt her warm body under his firm hand and could watch her curvaceous form without her seeing him doing so once again made him rethink his course of action. Yes, maybe doing his little girl was wrong... but... but... yes he did need her to be safe, he did need to help her in anyway he could. Maybe if he just touched her a little, it would be okay? Yes, if he gave her a good enough scare he would have done her a big favor... that and he would have sated himself. For such a little girl, Ranma had wide hips, not too wide mind you and not as wide as Akane's despite the Tendô girl's claims of not being fat, but still gave Ranma that distinct alluring sway as she walked. Of course she might never have noticed it herself, but whenever she turned female the way she walked and even the way she performed the art differentiated from when she was in her other form. Ranma walked as a girl and she ran like a girl and he was sure that if she ever used the bathroom in her female form she even did _that_ as a girl. But it hadn't bothered Genma so much as he let on; in fact he had always considered Ranma a bit spoiled and uptight about her curse. He himself turned into a panda and sometimes even had pet control harassing him, but did he complain? No. Ranma should be happy that she turned into a girl and not some kinda animal... Genma sure was and so was his hand... which had moved a bit lower. Moving his hand upwards again before it actually touched her posterior, Genma's eyes roamed for a bit more. In retrospect, Genma's conscience really would regret turning Ranma onto her stomach; Genma was an ass man. Nodoka had had such a sweet mouth and plump breast and the most beautiful eyes, but if Genma could help it his wife would never learn that what had first attracted him to her had been her ass. Eyes slowly moving up her ankles and the upper part of her legs ,his eyes glued themselves onto the loose fitting boxer-shorts and what they were hiding. The same beautiful shape as her mother's, if much smaller. She didn't have a big butt for the size of her body despite her wide hips, yet the shape itself that it had had Genma once again move his hands downwards before he realized what he was doing. If he pulled them off, what would Ranma do? Most likely the curtain would hold but that wouldn't stop her from screaming. In anger, no doubt, but how was he supposed to avoid such an action? ... Gagging her? The idea itself didn't seem very attractive to Genma, since he wanted to hear her voice clearly... so how? ... Maybe if he--Shifting a little so that one of his knees was on the tatami, Genma placed a hand on one of his daughter's buttocks as if to steady himself as he leaned closer and gripped her pigtail. "Trust your father to what is best and he will take care of the rest." He told her while gently patting her butt as if in afterthought. But it sure felt nice the way it responded to his touch. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger The amusing, and rather ironic thing, was that Genma's own guilty conscience was causing him more worry than the present situation really called for. As Ranma's trainer, he had touched and massaged every inch of Ranma's body at one point or another, including groin pulls. Touching Ranma in areas that could be considered sexual was nothing new in the least for him. It's just that all those times it had been pure training, with no hidden motive. But only Genma knew that at this point. As far as Ranma was concerned, nothing had changed, and if Genma had decided to fondle her breasts, she'd have accepted instantly his claim that he was checking her musculature and bounce factor so he could judge how best to teach her to deal with her new assets. Touching her ass was actually rather innocent, especially as Ranma had her own concerns. And here the irony continued. Ranma was perfectly sure that her Pop was only indulging in some new, and weird, form of training. As such, she should have been focused purely on whatever his lesson plan was. Instead, she was feeling completely perverted, because Genma's gentle touch on her bottom felt pretty good, and not in a martial arts way. When Genma patted her bottom, she couldn't help flexing her cheeks, which clenched her muscles, and had the effect of lifting her ass up into Genma's palm, which felt strangely good. On top of the moment of weakness earlier, when she'd enjoyed him hugging her, she was far more afraid that her Pop would notice her weird behavior, than why he might be doing what he was doing. Ranma was usually the soul of confidence; she never doubted herself, nor her ability. She'd never let a foe's size intimidate her, but suddenly, all she could think of was how big Genma was, and how helpless she was. Her breasts felt strange, stranger than usual rather. They seemed to be tingling, and she could feel her strange large female nipples pressing into her flesh, as they hardened and were pressed inward by the surface under them. That would have been bad enough, but she also felt moisture between her legs, and was mortified to think that she might have wet herself. Genma's version of toilet training had been to mercilessly ridicule any accident Ranma had, and it had left scars to this day. She clenched her thighs together, hoping that she could prevent any more leakage, but that only seemed to intensify the feeling, and added an ache in her belly to the list of problems. It wasn't hunger, it was too low down for that and it wasn't constipation, or a full bladder. It was something else. Yet another weird thing about this weird body of hers. Almost, Ranma opened her mouth to beg Genma to let her loose, so she could visit the toilet. The memories of many a lecture on weakness kept her quiet. She wasn't feeling that bad, yet. A sudden thought occurred to Ranma. What if her pop was trying to make her complain, or beg him to quit? It would just be like him, just another way to drive home how weak "she" was. Ranma made a vow to herself. No matter what, she wasn't going to give Genma the satisfaction of asking for mercy. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu She had to trust him; it was always essential but now more than ever. Even though he seldom showed it, and when he did it was never noticed, he did feel proud of his child. Ranma was the best... Ranma had to be the best! As a young man, Genma had had a dream of being a wandering martial artist. With the end of the Second World War fresh in people's memories and the humiliation America had put Japan through, when they had stationed a military base just outside of Japan people found pride and hope in what they could. Many thought that becoming rich and beating the Gaijin on their own game was the path to true happiness, while as others found a safe haven in reading Manga such as "Astro Boy" and dreaming of a better world... And others... others like Genma and his family, his alcoholic mother and workaholic father found their refuge in Japans roots. Martial arts. But Genma never achieved his dreams, lack of skill or will there was not, but where as Ranma had had a tutor that really wanted his pupil to become the best, Genma had had the deceiving old thief Happôsai as a sensei. Women and Booze, women and their underwear, and more booze... Happôsai was a great master but Genma had been too old when he started learning under him. He had been too old and so had Happôsai. "How does this feel?" Genma mumbled, pressing two of his fingers between Ranma's shoulder blades, his other hand still on her posterior. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger "Uhhh, OK, I guess," Ranma said in an uncertain voice. She was still confused by her pop's rather strange behavior and was uncertain as how to react to it. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Genma nodded his head, pressing down a little harder between the shoulder blades then shifting his position on the bed slightly as he moved his hand towards her neck instead. Removing his other hand from her posterior, both hands found themselves moving over Ranma's neck, thumbs pressing upwards where the skull met his child's neck. Genma slowly started rubbing as if to sooth a headache as he spoke. "We will begin training immediately, Ranma... I won't have my child... I won't have my heir getting into situations she can't handle." Pressing a particular sensitive spot on Ranma's neck, then moving his hands down to her shoulders, he continued. "How about this, then? ... Ranma you remember when we swam to china?" Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Once again, Ranma found herself slipping back in time, to when she was a child, and her Pop would rub and massage the aches and pains from her body. His hands had been rough, and his pressure hard, but he'd also been effective. Ranma was a bit sore from her screw up on the roof. If she'd been a guy, she'd have rejected the massage; guys her age were supposed to suck it up. But she was a girl at the moment, and so she could indulge her feminine weakness. It was all right for girls to be pampered a bit. > "We will begin training immediately, Ranma... I won't have my child... > I won't have my heir getting into situations she can't handle." Now that was something Ranma could get into too. Not that she believed there was any situation she couldn't handle, but the old man had to be talking about something new. Ranma was always ready to learn a new technique, or a new discipline that would improve her skill. Pushing her body to the limit and past was what she lived for. > Pressing a particular sensitive spot on Ranma's neck, then moving his > hands down to her shoulders, he continued. 'Oooohhhhhh,' Ranma thought to herself, 'that felt so good.' Her eyes closed, and her breathing relaxed as she sank into a semi-doze, simply enjoying the warm contact of her pop's hands as they worked her muscles. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Hands having slipped under her muscle-T, Genma rubbed his child's back like an expert. Schooled in both Anything Goes as well as appreciating women by Happôsai, Genma knew where to press and when. Moving his hands about, he pulled her tank-top to expose her back and give him a better view of what he was doing. "A calm mind and a calm body... the essence lies within finding a truce with yourself." Genma mumbled, spouting some mumbo jumbo that he just came up with yet seemed to fit the situation. He needed her to be distracted, to think about something else to more easily learn what she needed. "If you find an inner calm nothing can hurt you... when you find peace within yourself you will be happy. You want to be happy right? Everybody wants to be happy." Letting his fingers trail along her spine he massaged the muscles there that helped it when she stood or moved or sat, then moved his hands over her spine itself in a tracing manner. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger A soft rumbling echoed in Ranma's chest as her father stroked and kneaded her back. The Neko-ken training had done more than make Ranma pathologically afraid of cats, and given her a split personality. Her feline nature went deeper than anyone, including herself, realized. Much of her basic personality was tainted by this, and that included a hedonistic love of being petted and stroked. Something that had never come up before, due to the fact that Ranma had never been petted and stroked before. So Ranma purred in content, her eyes half lidded, living in the moment. Genma's voice barely registered on Ranma's mind as anything other than background noise. Her whole world was those talented hands, molding and shaping the muscles of her back. "Hmmmmmmmm, happy," Ranma purred in bliss. Ranma arched her back into her father's hands, rubbing herself against him. The part of her that usually felt disdain for shows of overt happy-type emotions was deeply submerged. 'After all,' she thought sleepily, 'I'm a girl, it's ok for a girl to feel all mushy and soft.' Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Good as Genma was with sprouting utter and complete nonsense, even he could not do so indefinitely; even he could not come up new things to say. So, without realizing it, Ranma's father had started repeating himself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he had started talking about completely unrelated things such as petting zoos, how good roasted duck would taste and such. Luckily for him, by that time Ranma wasn't really hearing him. Back when he had first met Nodoka, despite his confidence in himself and boasting, he had in truth been surprised that the gorgeous redhead had found him likeable, even handsome. Back then he had still had hair but even so it had been a far cry from the mass of beautiful hair that Ranma was in possession of. Having been far slimmer back then, he still hadn't been what one could call lean, his body giving the impression more of a tank than that of a sword. Yet Nodoka had found him fetching, Nodoka had found herself enamored in him. As Genma had come to realize, in Nodoka's opinion the fact that his body built made him look a little older than he was back then had only made him that more attractive to her, more manly. She had marveled over how dedicated he was as a martial artist and had many a time taken front seat when watching him escape one dangerous situation after another. How did you cope with a girl like Nodoka? A girl who's own father most likely was a thief and a scoundrel, a girl who encouraged her husband to not pay his tabs and peek on other women? She had been a strange young girl, and an even stranger wife when they had gotten married. She wasn't perverted in any way yet her ideas of how he was to perform was startling and more than a little kinky. "And maybe then Kasumi could make some pork chops out of that little oinker that is always hanging around here..." It was strange how much that stupid animal reminded him of that Jusenkyô victim he had almost eaten in China. He had run away back then, not even sparing the boy a second glance and really in no mood of hearing his complaints of almost becoming dinner. Listening to his child's contented purr, Genma didn't freeze in his movements, not considering it strange at all. After all Nodoka had made happy little sounds herself when he had rubbed her back and there had been nothing strange about her... um... scratch that. "It is important that a gi-- martial artist takes care of their body." Genma continued in that droning voice as his hands moved further down, massaging her back, his hands now just above the rim of her shorts. His eyes transfixed on that wonderful little body part that he wanted to feel under his hands, even more than any other part of her body, he changed the way he was rubbing her, the only part of his hands now touching her being the very tips of his fingers. Giving her posterior a light pat, his hands left her back as he grabbed hold of one of her legs, fingers now digging into the muscles of her left calve as he started kneading it. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Genma's fingers trailing over her bottom, before moving to calf muscle, sent a pleasant tingling sensation up Ranma's spine, and tweaked a train of thought in her mind. It wasn't unusual for Genma to touch Ranma's bottom. It was a very important part of the body in regards to martial arts. Besides containing the largest muscle in the body, it also was the center around which so many moves pivoted. It was natural that there would be times when Genma would have to hold it as he guided Ranma through new katas. Funny, she mused, this was the first time he'd touched her there while she was a girl. Maybe that meant he was starting to accept the curse, and would stop holding back on training his girl side. He'd never held nothing back when Ranma was a guy. Heck, back when she was younger, getting her bare bottom tanned had been a regular occurrence whenever she'd screwed up in one way or another. Ranma gave a little shiver at the memory of her younger self being pulled over Genma's lap, his pants pulled down, and a callused hand applied to his bottom. The funny thing was, that memory would usually spark embarrassment, and a bit of anger, as well as pride that she'd learned so much that it had been years since Pop had tanned her britches. Now, however, it made her... itch? She really couldn't define the feeling. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before. Ranma continued to think about Genma's past memory boosters, as he'd called them, She was still a bit clumsy in her girl form. She kept forgetting her different center of gravity and lack of reach. She sure had screwed up on the roof. Back when she'd been younger, that would have earned her a bottom warming. If she kept screwing up that way, would Pop give her a spanking? The thought was troubling. She was too old for that sort of thing. But hadn't she just been thinking about how much her Pop's current behavior was like it had been when she'd been young. Maybe he'd take it even further. Ranma trembled at the thought of Genma turning her over his lap, and spanking her bare bottom. Her thighs clenched, squeezing her bottom cheeks together, and making them stand out even more prominently than normal. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Finishing with her calves, Genma had started moving his hands upwards a bit, rubbing at her thighs and feeling how tense she was. Good, then she really would get a scare. Moving a bit closer, he put his other hand in he small of her back again, reassured that her arms were still tied securely in place. The hand still on her thigh trailed upwards, until it was between here legs and where he now cupped sex. Boxers still between his hand and her sex, he figured it was still enough of a scare for Ranma to suddenly feel a hand down there that wasn't her own. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma's face, which had been slack with relaxation, suddenly came to life as she felt the pressure of her pop's hand pressing between her thighs, only her boxers preventing direct contact. Ranma had done her level best since the curse to ignore the space between her legs. Partly out of denial of what was not there, and partly because those times when she was forced to touch that area, the sensation was weird. Not bad weird, it would have been easier if it had been, but strange weird. Despite her reluctance to examine that area, and that feeling, she had felt a certain amount of curiosity over why it felt like that, and what would happen if she continued to touch instead of stopping. Ranma's expression shifted again, to a look of understanding. That was what the old man was up to. He was teaching her about her body. Just as he'd taught her male side to deal with an infected cock by going somewhere private and stroking it till the infection burst out the tip, and it went limp. Ranma's guilty secret was how much he enjoyed doing this. Was that weird feeling her girl half felt the same thing as an infected cock? More importantly, would relieving the infection feel as good? She suddenly had a great urge to explore this. "Hey, pop, enough OK, this ain't going nowhere, why don't we call it quits for the night? I'm all relaxed now. You don't have to massage me no more. Why don't I go wash up?" Ranma started to push herself up, already planning on how she would sneak out to the dojo, and see if she could relax her infected girl parts. "Hmm?" she said while pushing his hand up a bit and lifting her hips and lower body up while still keeping her upper body down with his other hand. Ranma started to raise her body, but found that Genma's hands would only allow her to move her ass upward. "Huh, what are you doing, pop? Let me up!" Ranma said with annoyance. Having decided to explore her female half's lower half, she was not in a mood to put up with her pop's behavior. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu "No girl, I told you I was going to teach you..." Genma said, putting as much steel into his voice as he could muster without sounding like a complete bastard. This was so wrong... touching his child like this, this was... perversion that made the master seem a saint, this was... No... this was right! What if it had been that sick principal or one of those hentai friends Ranma had hanging around her at school? Surely they would not stop just because she asked them and... hell the way he had raised Ranma it was likely that she wouldn't even recognize the danger she was in even if she was cornered in the showers by her male friends. No this was a valuable lesson; one that Genma could not refuse his child. Rubbing his fingers against the thin material of her boxers he ignored her words as he continued. "... and you are going to learn about being a girl." Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma flinched as her Pop's fingers pressed up against a very sensitive part of her body, a part that was growing more sensitive by the moment. The pressure of his fingers against her boxers pressed them firmly against her sex, and they quickly soaked up moisture from between her legs. Ranma squirmed as she felt the wetness against her skin, and a flush of embarrassment heated her face and breasts. Oh god, she was wetting herself. It had been years since she'd done that. Ranma's shame was tempered by worry. 'If pop finds out that I've wet myself, he'll beat me, just like he use to.' Desperation filled her at the thought of being turned over Genma's lap like a child and thrashed. "Let me go, Pop!" Ranma yelled out, struggling to force herself out from under her Pop's much stronger hands. Her bound hands and disadvantaged position only caused an increase in the pressure and stimulation between her legs as she forced herself back at Genma in an effort to move forward. Ranma shuddered as Genma's fat fingers pressed hard against her sex, forcing the fabric of her boxers between the folds of her labia, and rubbing the cotton against her clitoris. Heat and nerve tingles flared at the touch, and Ranma gasped. An ache filled her lower belly. She twisted under Genma's hands, arousal and embarrassment working together to turn her upper body bright red. Her breasts felt even bigger than usual, swollen and tender where they pressed against the futon. Her efforts to escape rubbed those mounds back and forth, flattening and stretching the tender flesh. "Please, Pop," Ranma gasped, her voice shuddering as she fought to control her lower body. She had her inner muscles clenched with all her might, trying to keep from peeing her pants. Or at least that was what she thought it was. It did not feel quit the same, but it did feel intense. She was sure if she didn't get out of here soon, something was going to let go. "Oh, please!" Ranma gasped. She longed to tell Genma she needed to pee, but she couldn't bring herself to beg him to release her so she could. Men don't let their bodies control them, Genma had often said to him as a boy. More than once he'd been forced to go days without peeing. Ranma knew that Genma was fully capable of letting her piss her pants in the name of teaching her. And he'd thrash her ass afterwards for giving up. She was damned if she'd admit to her need. But, that left her with the problem of convincing her Pop to let her go. What could she do, what could she say, that would make him relent? Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Now Ranma even sounded like a girl... well Ranma always did sound like a girl when in girl form, yet the pleading added yet another feather in the hat. Strong as Ranma was as a girl, she didn't really stand a chance now and it really got to Genma. His little girl was defenseless... what if it had been some pervert or freak, some kind of madman or monster that had had her tied up instead of him? The Kami knew what could have happened then, and Genma didn't even want to think about it. So instead of thinking about it, or what he was doing, Genma left Ranma's sex alone as his hand crawled upwards finding one of his daughter's boobs. Pushing his hand in between his child and the bed, his calloused palm soon pushed against the muscle-T that covered her rack. "Ranma... don't hate your father for training you..." Sniffling a bit as if sobbing, the large man continued. "Believe me when I tell you, daughter... it is much harder on your old man than it is on you." The pain and woe a father had to go through for the sake of his children.... Making sure that they were fed and watered, that they grew up to become people that were better than their parents. Protecting your child in everyway, yet never sheltering it from the harsh reality that was the world. Genma's own father had been a drunk and as such Genma had made sure that there was never any sake around for Ranma to drink, even if Genma himself had to drink all the Sake there was in the Tendô household. His other hand leaving her back, it soon joined the other one as it crept up to the front of her body, gently clasping her other mammary like only it knew how to clasp. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger "Ackkk, what the hell are you doing, Old Man!?" Ranma cried out as she felt her father's hand groping her boob. For Ranma, her tits were the most annoying part of her curse. They jiggled, they swayed, and they attracted unwanted attention from perverts. Now, even her own father was pawing them. "Fuck you, old man," Ranma groaned. "This is a hell of a lot harder on me!" It wasn't that her father was squeezing her particularly hard, just that the sensation was so fresh and new that it nearly overwhelmed her. With his next words, it became clear to Ranma that her pop was once again lost in his own private fantasy world. Not uncommon when he'd stumbled on a particularly tempting training technique. This actually calmed Ranma a bit. If this were training, she could deal with it. "Ohhhhhhh, Ranma murmured as she felt her other tit being massaged. She grit her teeth to keep any other expression of dismay from coming out. It was hard however. She hadn't even touched herself that firmly before. She always kept contact between her hands and girl parts to a minimum due to the strange tingling sensation touches caused. Genma looming over her body while he kneaded her breasts didn't help matters much either. It made her all too aware of how big he was, and how small she was. Ranma's eyes suddenly flew wide as she felt something bump her bottom. Something that had to be between her pop's legs from their relative positions. "Oh, gross, pop." Ranma said. "Can't you at least get rid of your pus before you squirt it all over my ass." OOC: Genma taught Ranma that erections were the result of infection, and you had to rub your cock till the pus from the infection was squeezed out before it could go down. Of course that was years ago, and Genma may have forgotten. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu His hands gently cupping each of his daughter's plump breasts, Genma froze in what he was doing as Ranma's words cut the core of his being, cutting through that self-erected wall of delusion and that coat of righteousness that he had shrouded himself in. For a moment Genma stopped what he was doing, stopped pawing his child as the true horror of what he was doing was shown him... and then like smoke on water the revelation of what he was doing disappeared as his mind reasoned through Ranma's words. His pus, as she had put it was of course his semen, and no matter how it had sounded the tiny redhead hadn't just asked him to pull it out and squirt all over her ass. The very idea had Genma's manhood push even harder against the confines, which caused it so much frustration and kept it at bay. Genma and Nodoka, despite his wife's rather unique nature and strange ideas, had had a normal sex life, if passionate, and kinky sex-games had not really been a part of it. Not that Nodoka would have balked at it, but rather because it had never been necessary... The way they had made love under the stars or in bed had left no need for any special techniques or elaborate foreplays. They had just humped like happy bunnies, Nodoka purring like a little kitten and made sure that ever moment with her made him long for the next. Looking back at it, Genma was still amazed that he had managed to leave his wife behind when he had and his child had taken that training trip all those years ago. Making sure that he had a good hold on his daughter and that her boobs were securely in his hands, he rose into a sitting position, pulling Ranma up with him as he lifted her up from the bed. "Yes Ranma-chan... I told it was hard on me... and yet sick as I am, I continue." Genma explained, his mind leaving pleasant memories of his wife behind as he concentrated with what was at hand; or as in this case, what was in his hands. Letting Ranma fall back against his chest, he held her close as his hand continued to fumble with her breasts. The way Ranma was now positioned in her father's lap, she was unfortunate enough to have his now almost full erect manhood pressing against her back. As it stood, nestling itself in her spine and poking at her tied hands, even hidden by Genma's pants as it were, it still gave of a very warm sensation. Choosing to remain quiet, seeing as talking didn't seem to help matters much, Genma found his daughter's now erect nipples and brushed them. Forefinger finding the very tip of the nipples, he moved the small, rock-hard pebbles in a circular motion for a few seconds, before gripping the nipples between thumbs and forefinger. Hands not staying idle either, he sometimes squeezed carefully while moving the tits from side to side, pushing them together at times as well as just lifting them upwards a bit. Tank top still in the way, it was still a very nice feeling to be handling titties. "This is the only way you will learn Ranma... but you will have to tell me what you feel." he explained, part of him hoping that Ranma would realize what was happening and kick out in some way, and another darker part concealed even from Genma hoping that she would not. Left hand, leaving the mammary it was pawing, moved downwards down Ranma's flat little tummy and in between her legs, where the only thing stopping it from touching bare skin was the boxers with the word "Ran" written all over them that Ranma was wearing. Moving his hand into the junction between the redhead's legs, fingers pressing against her sex a little harder than before, he was surprised to find her a little wet, not much yet still enough for him to notice it. Frowning at this, he moved his fingers a little, making sure he had been correct as he started a slow rubbing movement. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma flushed as her body shifted, and her pop's hands squeezed her boobs tight as he used them as handles to maneuver her body. > "Yes Ranma-chan... I told it was hard on me... and yet sick as I am, I > continue." Ranma squirmed on Genma's lap as she felt his erect cock running up the small of her back, the head, covered in cloth rubbing against her bound hands. Thanks to Genma's training, she felt none of the fear a normal girl would have in this position. Instead she felt mild revulsion at the feel of her pop's infected dick against her body. On the other hand, her body had its own instincts and wiring, and if Ranma's mind didn't understand the meaning of a stiff dick, it certainly did. Ranma felt the wet feeling in her groin increasing, as well as an uneasy sensation in her belly. An ache, something like a hunger pang, but different, lower. Ranma felt very badly done by. First she had a loaded gun at her back, ready to spray her with pus at any second, and secondly she felt like she was about to wet her pants, something that Genma would hold over her for the rest of her life. Could things get any worse? > Choosing to remain quiet, seeing as talking didn't seem to help > matters much, Genma found his daughter's now erect nipples and > brushed them. Forefinger finding the very tip of the nipples, he > moved the small rock-hard pebbles in a circular motion for a few > seconds before gripping the nipples between thumbs and forefinger. > Hands not staying idle either, he sometimes squeezed carefully while > moving the tits from side to side, pushing them together at times as > well as just lifting them upwards a bit. Tank top still in the way, it > was still a very nice feeling to be handling titties. Ranma groaned. She should have kept her mind shut. Now her tits were giving her hell as well as that empty space between her legs. They felt heavy and swollen, as if they weren't already big enough. Still, Ranma grasped at past experiences to try and understand what was going on. Many times as a child, Genma would guide a leg or an arm through a move, showing Ranma how it was done, how the muscles should feel while he did it. That must be what he was doing now with the way he was jiggling and pinching her tits, teaching her to understand the way they worked. > "This is the only way you will learn Ranma... but you will have to > tell me what you feel." So, she'd been right. He was teaching her. > Left hand, leaving the mammary it was pawing, moved downwards down > Ranma's flat little tummy and in between her legs, where the only > thing stopping it from touching bare skin was the boxers with the word > "Ran" written all over them that Ranma was wearing. Moving his hand > into the junction between the redhead's legs, fingers pressing against > her sex a little harder than before, he was surprised to find her a > little wet, not much yet still enough for him to notice it. Frowning > at this, he moved his fingers a little, making sure he had been > correct as he started a slow rubbing movement. Ranma squirmed as Genma touched her down there, fearful he'd feel the wetness. Such thoughts disappeared as he started to rub her. Her stomach and ass clenched, and her body made a slight thrust toward Genma's hand as it reacted instinctively to his touch. "Ahh, feels strange," Ranma gasped out, determined to go along with her Pop, and get this training over with as quick as she could. To do that, she'd have to tell Genma what she was feeling so he could tell if she was doing whatever it was right. "Feel's funny. Sort of an ache. My tits...they feel hot, and heavy. Feel like they've gotten bigger. The tips, they're tender, more tender than usual." Ranma twisted her shoulders, leaning back into Genma as he tweaked her sensitive buds some more. Ranma flinched forward again as she felt Genma's dick press into her back even harder. She pressed her thighs together and squeezed, trying to stop the feeling of wetness by sealing up the empty space between her legs. The flexing made her itch. "Something is missing. I need something." Ranma panted. "I don't know what. It's like when you have so many things in front of you to eat, and you can't decide what to eat first. It's like that. I want something, but I don't know what it is. Ohhhhh, right there," Ranma gasped out as Genma's fingers pressed against her clit. "Right there, touch there again. It felt strange, but not bad strange." "What is wrong? What do I need? Tell me, Pop. This is your training. How do I make this body stop feeling so strange?" Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Feeling Ranma thrust toward his hand and squirm around in his lap, he listened patiently to what she was saying, against all hopes trying to find something that wasn't there, an understanding of what as happening to her. Oh sure, Ranma might have been able to describe to her father how his ministrations made her feel but as long as she was unable to make a proper connection, unable to comprehend the full meaning of her own words, she would never learn. But Ranma was a quick learner and Genma was sure that with some effort he would be able to give Ranma what she needed. Keeping his left hand where it was, between her legs so that she could never fully close them, his rubbing of her private place took on a circular motion of its own, opposed to the simple up and down movement the redhead's sex had received just moments earlier. This way the clit Ranma had been referring to did get more of the attention it so much desired. "There's a rhyme in all of this of hardships and lips that you could take great learning from but I recite it for you some other time." Placing his chin on the top of her head, his tweaking of her nipple became slower yet no less sensual in any way. "Ranma-chan, your feeling of emptiness is easily explained... you are a girl now not a boy, and like all girls you are missing things the boys and men have. What you are missing Ranma, is a cock...." Patting her sex through her boxers to empathize what he had said, he removed his hand from between her legs, moving it upwards and underneath her shirt, where it found her bellybutton and stomach greeting it. Suppressing an urge to tickle her, his other hand was in the process of freeing her right boob as it pulled down a part of her tank top and seized at the now exposed piece of fully female flesh. Squeezing it carefully and not too much, his other hand was moving across Ranma's tummy, his fingers dragging across her skin. "How about this? How does this make you feel?" Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma sagged back against the old man as his the space between her legs started sending out sensations more intense than anything thus far. Even with cloth between their respective skins, Ranma was ready to swear she could feel every ridge and callous on her pop's fingers as he slowly rubbed her. A current of nervous energy seemed to be flowing between Ranma's breasts and the empty spot between her legs. Every time Pop moved one of his hands, the current increased, or darted back and forth. Ranma's body started to slowly shudder in the Rhythm that her pop was forcing on it. > "Ranma-chan, your feeling of emptiness is easily explained... you are > a girl now not a boy, and like all girls you are missing things the > boys and men have. What you are missing Ranma, is a cock...." Ranma felt like she'd been punched in the gut. There were two things most representative of her curse to Ranma, well, three if you counted both her tits. The other was the lack of a cock. Even though Ranma had never experienced sex, and really had no understanding of it, the loss of his cock had been a profound thing. Wetting herself the first time she tried to pee standing up had been a humiliating experience, and she had taken it as a personal affront every time she'd had to peel down her pants and squat for that basic function. > Patting her sex through her boxers to empathize what he had said, he > removed his hand from between her legs, moving it upwards and > underneath her shirt, where it found her bellybutton and stomach > greeting it. Suppressing an urge to tickle her, his other hand was in > the process of freeing her right boob as it pulled down a part of her > tank top and seized at the now exposed piece of fully female flesh. > Squeezing it carefully and not too much, his other hand was moving > across Ranma's tummy, his fingers dragging across her skin. Shudders ran through Ranma's body as she felt her father's flesh directly touching her own. It was if every inch of skin on her body was suddenly as sensitive as her tongue. The merest touch set fire to her nerves and heated her blood. The wetness between her legs increased, but she was too overwhelmed by all the other sensations she was feeling to any longer care about that. Her mind, unable to understand what was happening to her, shifted her frame of reference in an effort to comprehend. 'What an awesome technique,' Ranma thought. 'I wish I'd known this when that crazy girl was chasing us in China.' > "How about this? How does this make you feel?" "I...I... don't know. So strange," Ranma gasped. "This _is_ incredible! Teach me! I want to know! This is how _uhhhh_ guys can fight _ uhhh_ girls, right, Pop? What's _Uhhh_ next!?" Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu As a way of answering her question, Genma let go of Ranma's exposed breast, bringing his other hand underneath her muscle-T as well. Even as large as the muscle-T was on Ranma's slight form, it was a tight fit for both of Genma's hands to maneuver in under it. Hands moving upwards, he soon found both her breasts, cupping them and bringing the exposed tits back under the shirt. "Only if you do it right, Ranma." the redhead's father mumbled, hoping that his child wouldn't start to go around glomping girls whenever they started arguing. The Master would have much too approved. Still Ranma's question did open doors for Genma ways for him to prepare Ranma and protect her. "Yet, even improperly used these techniques are dangerous, Ranma; all men wants to and can employ them on girls." Her perky breasts so soft in his hands, Genma held them for a few seconds as if weighing them, before he started to move his hands again, this time in a caressing manner, as if rolling two buns. Stopping for a second he squeezed her breasts gently, pushing them together before continuing with what he had been doing. "Lesson number one, don't let any guy touch your breasts." Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma was reacting to her father's actions on two different levels. The first was her conscious mind trying to fit Genma's actions into her worldview, a worldview that knew nothing of sex, and way too much of methods directed toward controlled mayhem. That part of her was sure that this was a new type of martial arts, one that was designed for use against girls. Given her problems in China, Ranma was inclined toward learning as much as she could. The second level was also mental, but at a much more primitive level. That part of her mind didn't suffer from a lack of education. It had no need for outside instruction. It knew what it meant when a male did what Genma was doing. Whatever Genma might say to the contrary, it came down to a very basic thing. He wanted to mate with her. Of course, this part of Ranma had no direct contact with her conscious mind, but it could make its presence known in other way. Ranma's breasts swelled with blood, her nipples becoming even more erect than they already had been. Her sex continued to lubricate, and she pushed backward, grinding her ass into Genma's crotch. Now, her lack of formal instruction began to play into Genma's hands, in more ways than one. Not understanding what was really going on, and having no ingrained sense of caution in regards to male/female interaction, Ranma made no protest as Genma's hands mauled her breasts. > "Lesson number one, don't let any guy touch your breasts." Then, Genma went and threw a monkey wrench into his own works. "Huh, don't let a guy touch my breasts?" Ranma asked. In her mind, Ranma added one and one, and came up with three. So that was it, she was supposed to fight back. That way she'd learn from the way to fight girls without having to hit them. Having her hands tied was a bit of a complication, but only a bit. She'd been well trained in the art of fighting while handicapped in one way or another. No martial artist, no athlete for that matter, could get to Ranma's age without knowing how painful it was to have your bells jangled. The firm ass that had been rubbing into Genma's crotch pulled forward as Ranma arched her spine, and with a powerful lunge, she shoved herself back into Genma, angling her ass so that she crushed his balls up against his thighs. Genma reacted to Ranma's blow by pulling back from the source of the intense pain shooting through his groin. This loosened his hands on her breasts, and Ranma jackknifed forward, thrusting herself away from her father. Genma made a halfhearted attempt to stop her more out of reflex as his mind was otherwise occupied. Ranma felt the resistance as Genma's fingers caught in the fabric of her shirt and dug her toes into the futon to push away harder. There was a ripping sound, and Ranma was out from under Genma, minus her shirt. Ranma bounced to her feet, and smirked at her father. "Getting slow, old man," she taunted. She felt no real guilt over the rather dirty blow she's struck, her training had not contained rules such as not hitting below the belt. Anything Goes meant just that, and it was up to your opponent to protect his family jewels. Ranma jumped straight up, and with a quick contortion brought her hands down the back of her legs and under her feet. When she landed her hands were in front of her, the fingers interlaced to make a club out of her disability. She was still handicapped, but was now much more dangerous than with them behind her back. Ranma gestured with her pinkies, waving at her father to bring it on. "Come on, old man, time to get your ass kicked." Despite her bold words, Ranma was under no illusion as to the outcome of this fight. With her smaller female body and bound hands, there was no way she could win a head to head fight with her father. She could use the Saotome secret technique and run away, but that would defeat the purpose. She wanted to learn this technique her Pop was talking about, and the only way she could do that was to have him use it on her. Deep in Ranma's mind, that other part of her had different reasons. Genma, despite an outward lethargy, was a powerful and virile male, a worthy mate and father for her babies. That part, which would normally have been flooding Ranma with the urge to flee, was instead reinforcing her inclination to stay. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Part of Genma was overjoyed at the outcome, another lower part however was not so happy. It had all started out innocently enough with her buttocks grinding against his very large and erect spire, when it had happened. A warning flare was shot somewhere in Genma's mind as the semen sent an SOS to the main central located in the brain. All too late however was the request received as the proud frigate was sunk, crushed against the reefs like a paper tiger. A funny look appearing on Genma's face, his hands clutched for something, anything in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation and not go under. His futile attempts came to nothing though, as his wayward daughter pulled free, leaving her Muscle-T in her father's hands as he fell backwards onto the tatami. His eyes watering, Genma saw himself get pushed off of a cliff by the very person he had been trying to save as his own flesh and blood turned on him like this in this most awful manner. Still holding the muscle-T in his hands, he kept his eyes on his little girl as he slowly got up on hands and knees, refusing to groan. With his empty hand, he gestured for her to come closer. Genma got up to his feet, refusing to groan as his eyes shimmered. "Less...lesson number two." Genma croaked out, barely audible in what could be considered to be a somewhat pained voice. Closing his shimmering eyes, he held up the rag that Ranma in her haste had rid herself off. "Never let a guy remove your clothes." And with that he threw her clothes at her, his eyes opening as he got to his feet, moving towards her with determined steps. It had been a long time since last... but even though he approved of her solution to her dilemma, he could hardly approve of her doing something like that to her father! No, Ranma had to learn how to defend herself, but first she had to learn another valuable lesson; never again attack Genma's ever victorious navy! Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma's cocky grin faded a bit as her Pop started toward her, a fierce light in his eyes. Maybe she'd overdone it a bit when she'd smashed his balls? She easily avoided the shirt tossed at her, and then almost stumbled as her pants interfered with her legs. In pulling free of Genma, losing her shirt and then getting her hands around in front of her, Ranma had loosened the top of her boxers. Boxers didn't normally have anything other than elastic to hold them in place, but the difference in size between Ranma's two forms made that impractical. As a result, she'd done some campground modifications to her boxers, sewing, with crude stitches a tie string into the waistband of her boxers. 'Shit,' Ranma cursed silently. She was in trouble. She reached down and grabbed the waist of her boxers, bunny-hopping backward and to the side to get out of Genma's range as she pulled them back out. Her hands fumbled for the tie strings for the boxers, and found one. "Shit, shit," Ranma cursed out loud this time as her fumbling fingers found that the other end of the tie had slipped up inside her boxer's waistband. An inconvenience normally, a very bad thing in this spar. If she let go of her boxers to use her hands to fight Genma, they'd drop to her ankles, and trip her up if she tried to do anything but hop. If she held on to them, she interfered with not only her ability to defend, but her ability to avoid. Against Kunô that might not have been a problem, but her Pop was so close to her in skill that even a small disadvantage would be enough to cost her the fight. She couldn't even kick them off, it would only take a second, but she couldn't afford to leave herself vulnerable for that second. If she even started to do that she'd be dead meat. Ranma didn't mind losing, if it meant learning from the experience, but if she was handicapped, Genma wouldn't have to go all out to beat her, and as a result, she wouldn't learn as much as she might. He might not even have to use his special fighting females technique to do it and that was Ranma was most interested in at the moment. Damn, she hated to do it, but... "Hey, Pop, time out, let me tie up these boxers would you." Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Her insufferably cute face scrunched up in cute pout, Genma's daughter pleaded with him to let up, to give her enough time to retie her boxers. Normally, even Genma would have stopped, seeing as he normally spared with Ranma in male form and had no desire to have his son fight him naked. Normally that was. This time, however, Genma would have none of it. Several factors were in play here, and none of them would let him let her get away. First of all, if it had been a real fight the man attacking her wouldn't have let up, wouldn't have let her get a breather so Genma could not give her one either and secondly... mashing Genma's jewels had been a baaaaad idea. Managing to corner her in the small room, Genma showed the redhead why he was the teacher and she the pupil, his stance shifting as he made a feint, his whole body language screaming of trickery as it looked as if he was going to trick her. Instead, he did exactly what his sloppy move had suggested, his hands coming forward in a simple maneuver as he grabbed onto her slender arms painfully and pushed her up against the wall behind with his superior strength. "There are many lessons to be learned in life Ranma... and I'm sure you will remember this one." Lifted into the air Ranma had the opportunity to look down at her father as she was held up against the wall and above her father. His eyes were disapproving, but not in a disappointed manner; rather in a... that expression on his face, it was one that Ranma had seen more than just a few times when she had been younger and had done something bad. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger OOC: Ranma is wearing her silk shirt, two buttons undone, or pulled loose, allowing one breast to pop through the opening, and a pair of loose boxers. Her hands are tied together in front of her. IC: Ranma drove her hands up between Genma's arms, and flexed her elbows to cause her arms to strike Genma's forearms. A classic counter tactic to someone trying to strangle you. The blow to the forearms caused reflex twitches that loosened the hands, and the upward thrust of the arms sprung the attackers arms apart, freeing you. Ranma had several things against her. Genma was not strangling her, his hands were on her shoulders. As a result, they were too far apart for Ranma to get in a good hit against his forearms, and with her hands tied together she could not generate enough force to spring his arms apart. In addition, Genma knew the trick as well or better than Ranma, and he leaned into her even as her arms speared upward, spreading his arms apart at the elbows and further dulling Ranma's attack. Genma was not wasting the motion just on defense either. He was no longer sparring with Ranma. This was serious, and he was not giving her any chances to adapt or learn. The dojo wall shuddered as Genma's bulk slammed into Ranma, driving her against the wall, and crushing the breath out of her. Ranma's boxers, bereft of her hands for support, started to slide down her legs, which kicked weakly as Ranma tried to get her breath back. Genma's knees slammed forward between Ranma's legs and pinned the boxers to the wall, trapping Ranma's legs. Genma continued the motion upward with his knee, and jammed it hard into Ranma's groin. If Ranma had thought that lacking a dick would save her from this sort of blow, she learned different. She might not be as vulnerable as a boy, but she still had plenty of nerve endings. Nausea filled her stomach as intense pain radiated upward from her abused sex. Combined with the crushing force against her diaphragm, Ranma found herself unable to breath. Genma made it even harder by forcing a forearm up under Ranma's chin, and pressing hard against her windpipe. He could have crushed it, but he was not that serious. He settled for simply maintaining enough pressure to keep Ranma from breathing. It took a little while, Ranma had great lung capacity, but eventually her vision grayed out and the world went away. When she woke, a few minutes later, she found her hands were once more bound behind her back, and her ankles had been tied as well. A draft across her still sensitive nerves told her that she was lacking her boxers. She still had on her shirt, but it had been pulled back off her shoulders and twisted in order to bind her upper arms. The pressure of her arms pulled back forced her chest outward, a fact that was obvious even with her laying on the floor. Ranma gave a groan; she'd really blown it. She blinked her eyes to clear them as she stared up at her father, who was looming over her. A feeling of guilt crept over her as he glowered down at her and she found she could not meet his eyes. "Honest, pop. I didn't mean to nut you. I was just trying to get free." Ranma was sincere, but in a way it made it worse in her own eyes. The art she practiced was a dangerous one. Lack of control could do more than just give your opponent sore balls; it could kill him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so careless... She paused at that thought, suddenly remembering vividly the last time she'd been that careless. It hadn't been sore balls that time, but a broken arm. Ranma had gotten carried away fighting a bully, and had broken the boy's arm in two places. The bully had been fifteen, and Ranma only ten, but that hadn't cut any slack with Genma. He'd pulled Ranma over his knee, and had not stopped till Ranma's but felt like a hot plate. Ranma squirmed nervously as Genma continued to glower down at her. Now she remembered that look. "Come on, Pop. You can't be serious. I'm too old for a spanking." Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Pushing her up towards the wall Genma's knee came up to meet her stomach, unfortunately for Ranma her father had miscalculated. The truth of it was that Ranma sparred with her father when in boy form most of the time, and wasn't used to fighting in her girl form. But the opposite was also true: Genma was not used to spar with his child's girl side. Taking this factor into account, Ranma simply was too short, her body was too tiny and her sex was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Realizing what he had done all to late, his forearm was already pressing against her throat as his conscience was berating him for his action. Turn, turn about... but it still wasn't right... Feeling his daughter go limp in his arms, he let go of her, letting her fall to the floor in a heap. But she was a girl so it was okay... girls didn't hurt if they got kneeled right? Not like they had any eggs down there to be worried about. Familiar with the female and male body, knowing more about anatomy than most people, he still possessed a blind spot when it came to the actual internal organs of women. Sure, he knew all about how babies were made and that women were built to nurture their offspring, but that didn't mean that he knew how they felt or that he remembered everything all the time. Kicking a girl between the legs had simply never appealed to Genma. "What are your father going to do with you, Ranma..." Genma grumbled as he loomed over his child's unconscious, nude form. Now she didn't even have any underwear on!! Eyes searching, he went up to the closet and removed a pair of pantyhose, shaking his head at the thing. They had been given to Ranma from Nabiki, "just a harmless joke" the Tendô girl had claimed, laughing her ass of as Ranma one morning almost had put them on in his tired state. That he had been in his original form had only served to even aggravate the boy more. Well now, they would be put to good use. Walking over to Ranma, he did grab her ankles and tied her legs together just above her feet. Noticing that this made it impossible for him to pull her boxers back on, Genma threw up his hands in frustration. He was not a man that liked redoing his work. Pulling her over to the tatami again, he left her where she was as he walked over to the window, closing it. Turning around, he looked down at his child as she started to wake. "You are never too old to learn, Ranma." was all Genma told her as he sat down beside her and pulled her over his knees. "Now Ranma, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me." And with that, his calloused hand came down, one hard blow striking at her exposed behind. There was nothing sexual in it and even if Genma was an ass man, his slap was anything but gentle. No, it wasn't the sort of spanking that one actually could enjoy to some lesser degree, this was a spanking meant to drive the wickedness out of children. Another blow, this one even harder, followed by another if a little lighter, much swifter. Genma would have to spank Ranma for very long before her ass became completely red. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma's face flushed red, a precursor to what her bottom would soon look like. Embarrassment and humiliation filled her. Genma's hand was heavy, and his spanks hurt like hell, but Ranma could have lived with that. It was the sheer indignity of being tossed over her Pop's lap and spanked like she was a kid. Ranma struggled against her bonds, with no results; she had no leverage. She tried to flop her body off of Genma's lap by arching her back like a fish in the bottom of a boat, but Genma's hand in the small of her back kept her in place. "Ouch. Damn! Stop! Quit it! Let me go!" Ranma cried out as Genma spanked her. Her muscular bottom bounced each time Genma's hand lashed down. Ranma's excellent physical condition actually worked against her. She had very little body fat, even on her ass, and so lacked much of a cushion. Her breasts swayed back and forth, the tips of her nipples brushing the coarse flooring; they were soon irritated and stiff, which only made matters worse. Tears formed in Ranma's eyes, and she blinked furiously in an effort to banish them. Damn, why did she have to be so small? No wonder her pop was treating her like a kid. Against his body, she might as well have been. Underneath Ranma's protests, there was also a feeling that she deserved this. She'd been careless. She could kill someone if she was that careless in a real fight. She deserved to be punished. But, why did it have to be like this!? "Ahhhhhh," Ranma cried out as her ass became tenderer, and Genma's blows began to hurt much more. Ranma sniffed, trying to stifle a sob. She was having a hard time dealing with this. The undignified position, the guilt, all conspired to destroy Ranma's usual macho swagger. Boys don't cry, she said to herself. But I'm not a boy, herself replied. The tears started to flow steadily down Ranma's cheeks, and her chest heaved with suppressed sobs. Genma's spanking went on and on, like a metronome. Steady, regular, and hard. There was no escape. Every inch of Ranma's ass was on fire, and still Genma spanked. Ranma was crying openly now. And it was cathartic. At some point it stopped being about the spanking. Ranma was crying for her lost manhood. The ruination of her life. The loss of her mother. The loss of Ucchan. So many things that Ranma had bottled up over the years suddenly came out as she sobbed louder and louder, her small body wracked with her gasping breath and heartfelt crying. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu And Genma kept on spanking. Hand met firm flesh with a loud slap, each time driving a sob from Ranma. At first Genma wasn't hearing her, his thoughts elsewhere. Genma never had liked spanking Ranma; it just wasn't right to beat your children. But what could he do? If wasn't some kinda great child psychologist or anything, he just used what he knew... and so the spanking went on. Genma tried to think of something else... flowers, bees, little babies. The babies were crying. Slapping his hand down on her ass, harder than any of his previous slaps, he stopped. There really was crying. Lifting his hand, he brought it down once more than stopped again. "Ranma?" No response, just her sobbing. Genma swallowed, he should have known.. he never had spanked Ranma this hard when his child had been a kid and now Ranma was just a tiny girl.. Picking her up by her shoulders, he sat her down on his knee, worry etched on his face quickly replaced by his usual fake façade of manly macho-ness. "Just cry Ranma... it's okay for girls to cry." he told her, thinking his words both comforting and wise. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Perhaps no one in the world could read Genma as well as Ranma. She'd been training under him for her entire life, and she knew his moves and moods like a well-read book. In a way, that was the reason she'd been having so much trouble with him in the last hour or so. Genma was operating from a mindset he'd never had before. He was trying to work up the nerve to use Ranma's body, trying to justify it to himself, and to place Ranma in a position and a state of mind to accept this. As a result, his moves and body language was completely off as far as Ranma was concerned. So she'd ended up getting her ass kicked, and now spanked. But, Genma was still Genma, and Ranma had quickly clued in when her inadvertent sob had affected him. She's sensed the change in pattern to his spanking. Quick to take advantage, Ranma had started sobbing harder and harder, her initial reasons for the first cries forgotten as she tried to manipulate her father. She suppressed a laugh as Genma gathered her into his arms and held her close. She was not able to stop the grin on her face, but fortunately Genma cold not see that, and she quickly wiped it away. Tucking her head into his shoulders, she theatrically heaved her shoulders as if from suppressed sobs, and used this break to regroup after Genma's devastating attack. But, after a few minutes, Ranma started to find her position in her father's arms rather comfortable, not to mention comforting. There had been real reasons behind her earlier genuine tears; long suppressed childhood traumas and those newly awakened hurts were still in Ranma's mind, just below the surface. She let her father hold her, and offer soothing words, and somehow, it wasn't just about resting up for the next round. Genma's body was a comfortable bulk, his warmth like lying beside a campfire on a cold winter night. Except there seemed to be a stick under her bedroll, or in this case, under her thigh. Something was poking her. Ranma, in her comfortable state, was reluctant to move, so she simply shifted her pert little bottom from side to side in an effort to move the thing that was jabbing into her to a less uncomfortable position. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Sometimes, in order to start a fire you had to stir the coals by using a poke. His daughter in his lap, I guess what you could call a rather funny look crossed Genma's face. It wasn't hilarious-funny but more like... stupid-funny. In his efforts to sooth his child, Genma had almost forgotten about his intent, his decision to train her to deal with men and frisky boys. Almost, but not quite. So, when Ranma started to move around, squirming on his lap in a way that kindled the fire in his loins, he came to the conclusion that enough was enough. Memories of old when he had roasted rabbit's and other game by the fire with his child shoved aside, he firmed his resolution and with a gentle hand stroked her hair. "I'll help you with the stinging." he mumbled, lifting her off his lap and sitting her down on the bedroll. Moving towards the closet for what had to have been at least the third time in less than an hour, he opened it and after a few seconds of search found what he was looking for. Closing it behind him he went over to Ranma, who even though she was naked didn't seem to care much about covering up. Sitting down beside her, he held up a small jar of lotion or some sort. "Okay, just turn over." Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma watched Genma with a wary expression. An after-workout rubdown was not unusual, though in the last year or so it had been Ranma rubbing Genma's back more often than the other way around. But Pops had been acting really weird all evening. She just couldn't get a decent read on him. Still, what was the worse that could happen? It was some trick, and she'd learn something, or get a chance to deck him. Cautiously, Ranma rolled over, wincing as she did. It wasn't till she stretched her legs moving that she realized how sore her bottom was. The knowledge brought a blush to her face. Shame at being spanked, mixed with embarrassment that she hadn't been able to do anything about it. This body was pathetic, she thought rather morosely. She had to learn to fight in it more effectively. First chance she had she was going back to China, but no way was she going to stay helpless till she got her cure. It seemed obvious that her pop had some sort of experience fighting girls. So she would learn all he could teach her about that, and learn to defend against them before she split for China. Lying on her belly, Ranma was still tense, but a little of that left when Genma poured some of the soothing lotion over her tender little bottom and started to rub it in. Her body relaxed even more, and she pillowed her head on her forearms, enjoying the near painful kneading her father was giving her. Her eyes closed, and she gave herself completely over to her father's rubdown. It had been a long day, and she'd been going at it pretty hard for nearly an hour. She was tired. A little nap while her Pop rubbed her sore ass would be OK. Ranma slipped into a half-doze, running on autopilot. Unless some threat appeared, she'd stay relaxed and near comatose. Any sort of sneak attack and she'd be retaliating in an instant. A side effect of her Neko-ken training that neither she or her father knew about. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Pouring some of the lotion onto one of his palms, he rubbed his two calloused hands together. Gently applying his hands just above her buttocks, he started out by giving her spine a soft rubdown, before his hands traveled out over her flanks as he smeared some of the lotion onto her hips. At first, Genma almost went on autopilot, his thoughts elsewhere as what he was doing was more of a chore than anything else; a nice chore yes but still just a chore. Squeezing the tube again, he poured some of the cool sticky contents onto her butt directly. Some of it accidentally ended up in the crack between her two buttocks, but most off it ended up on the abused cheeks themselves. As mentioned earlier, Genma was an ass man and had enjoyed fondling his wife's butt when she had been around. Now however, Genma's intentions had purely been honorable for the moment, having forgotten that Ranma was actually female he had set out to give her abused body a massage. Beginning close to her back, his large hands slowly lowered onto her behind, each palm almost completely covering an ass-cheek by itself. Pressing upwards and almost lifting her butt, his hands moved at first as if he was kneading a dough, but this continued only for a seconds as he instead started stroking the creamy substance onto her ass with gentle circle-like motions. He didn't use much force, his intent being to apply the soothing lotion to Ranma's skin and not being to really give her a massage. However, good intentions aren't always enough, and Ranma being her father's daughter soon enough fell asleep under his ministrations, snoozing softly as he took care of her aches. Now, unbeknownst to Ranma, Genma's pride had started swelling again, taking almost inhuman proportions as his hand traveled over her skin. Despite his good intentions, or maybe because of them, Genma had started enjoying giving his child a rub down far too much. Hands stroking a little more strongly as his fingers pressed down, making small patterns on her healthy buttocks, Genma was once again losing himself in something he loved doing. Had it been Nodoka or had he even been slightly more engrossed, he would even have gone as far as give her butt a small kiss, but he didn't. Instead, his hands moved more firmly as time went on, the gentle rub down more resembling one of those massages that Ranma's mother had complimented Genma for. Nice as his massage might have been, Ranma's bottom was sore from spanking and did not need to be touched in the way Genma was touching it. Large hands clenching a little each time, he shifted the position of his hands. The massage created a heat of its own as muscles were kneaded, spreading an almost irritating warmth. It was almost like and itch... on the border of painful yet so nice. Hard as a rock, yet ignoring the desire to release his equipment from its painful confines. His hand traveled in between the junction of his daughter's legs, finding the now rather damp little thing that Ranma had always tried to ignore. Large thick fingers, bigger than Ranma's in either form, lightly touched the outer lips of the redhead's sex, only to get pulled away as if burned. Genma wiped away a sheen of perspiration from his forehead, looking at were his left hand had been only a second ago and were his right hand were still resting against one of her round buttocks. "Ranma you father... is so--" A rather abrupt sound of snoozing from the redhead cut Genma's beginning of an apology to an abrupt halt. She wasn't awake... she hadn't noticed his unforgivable little act. Genma swallowed. What was he doing applying lotion to her ass anyway? She was a girl! And even had she been a boy, applying his hands to Ranma's bottom for anything other than a spanking didn't sit well with him. A man should keep his hands of another man's ass as much as possible! A man shouldn't touch his daughter's bottom like that ever! Had Ranma been born a girl, Genma didn't think he would have ever spanked her... no he would have just found some other way to punish her. Letting out a tired sigh, Genma gave his daughter's behind another look, eyes slowly being drawn to that forbidden place that was an absolute no- no in his own mind. It had rained far too much in China for Genma's taste and his heir had spent the larger part of the trip back to Japan in female form, just as he had spent it as a panda. Keeping an eye on his wayward daughter had not always been easy, and even if he had managed to keep up with her, most of the time there were times when she had been away for almost a day without him ever having been told where she had been.... Genma was adamant on teaching Ranma to watch out for men when a girl... but what if... what if something had already happened to her? Feeling almost as if something cold was stabbing him in the back, Genma's eyes stared at the small sex, almost hidden from view entirely by his child's ass. What if this was why Ranma was so uptight about the curse? Granted, changing gender couldn't be all that fun but it had always seemed to Genma that the vehemence that Ranma used when speaking about having lost his manhood had been peculiar. Could Ranma be in denial of something that had happened to her? The thought seemed almost unreal, yet there it was and the longer he stared at her sex the more worried he became. In the end, his worries won out as he made himself cup each of Ranma's buttocks again, and slowly splay them apart slightly. This action in itself did not answer Genma's questions, but it did give him a nice view of the redhead's small slit. No hair growth to speak off really; Ranma's outer vaginal lips were only slightly puffy, having taken on an almost pink hue. Still holding one of Ranma's ass-cheeks apart, Genma let go of the other one as he brought his other hand down in between his daughter's legs. His fingers touching her smooth lips, he carefully pushed them apart, revealing the pink interior. The sight was not an unfamiliar one, but it was still a first time for him, seeing as he had never really taken a look at his child's vagina before. It looked untouched... but he couldn't be certain. "Forgive you father his actions, Ranma." Genma mumbled softly as he slowly pushed his left hand's index finger into her tight little box, finding what he had hoped would still be there... but at what cost? Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma dreamed. He, only she was a she, was eight years old, and walking by a farmer's field. There were several cows in the field, and one of them had jumped up behind one of the other cows and was rubbing herself against it. "What are those cows doing, pop?" Chibi-Ranma-Onna asked. Genma looked embarrassed. "They're playing, boy." Just then, there was a thunderous bellow that drew their attention to where a pair of men had backed a trailer up to the field. The back fell open into a ramp, and a huge black bull came rushing down. He gave his head a shake, looked around the field taking in deep waffling breaths, and then spotted the playing cows. He started toward them at a rate just short of a full-blown gallop. Ranma laughed. "Look, he's got a big post under his belly." Genma gave a weak laugh. "Haha, yes, very funny, why don't we go this way, Ranma?" he said, turning and heading away from the fenced in field. "Hey, that's not nice," Ranma yelled out as the bull knocked the playful cow off of her playmate. Then her eyes went wide as the bull reared up on her, just as she had been on top of the other cow a minute before. "Pop, pop, stop him, he's sticking the pole in her, he's going to kill her." The farmers laughed out loud, and yelled at Ranma. "Don't worry, kid. Old Maybel won't be killed. In fact, she likes it. Maybe someday you'll find a bull of your own." "Shut up you, the boy ain't no girl." Genma yelled back, grabbing Ranma and tossing her over her shoulder. As he marched away, Ranma couldn't take her eyes off the bull, rutting away on top of the cow. She couldn't believe the cow was not falling over dead from having that huge thing shoved up her ass. Sometime later, around the campfire, Ranma asked. "What did he mean, I might find a bull of my own?" "Forget it, the ignorant hick thought you were a girl." "But I am a girl, pop." Ranma said, pulling down her pants to demonstrate. "Well, how about that. How come I never noticed?" Genma said, standing up and pulling down his own pants. A cock, bigger than the bull's, shot out from between his legs. "Guess I'll have to teach you how to be a girl. Bend over girl." In her bedroom, Ranma mumbled in her sleep. "Pop, you're so big. You're bigger than the bull. Do you want to play with me for real?" Ranma parted her legs in her sleep, giving Genma an even better view, and access. Her belly clenched, and she ground her groin into the futon, trying to relieve her itch, just as that long ago cow had tried to relieve hers, before the bull had shown up to scratch it for her. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu If Genma had perspired before, now he was practically pouring sweat. Pushing his forefinger into her until her virginal barrier stopped him from going any further, Genma had pulled his finger out of her only to witness how she had practically writhed about on the futon. Her legs spreading apart in an inviting way, her sex almost seemed to beckon for him. Genma was not, unlike his old master, a pervert, but had this been any other girl the view he was offered would have made him very happy. Not to say he didn't enjoy looking, in fact that was the problem. He enjoyed looking far too much and that was why he wasn't happy. Wetting his lips, one of Genma's hands had unwittingly snaked into his own pants were it touched his rock-hard manhood. Okay, he had checked and there was nothing to worry about, Ranma hadn't been raped or anything back in China, she was still a virgin. Still, even relieved he couldn't pull his eyes away from her little snatch, it looked so beautiful, like a fragile flower, so tasty... Genma tilted his head to one side then to the other. Did Ranma know how to keep her hygiene as a girl? If she wasn't careful, she might get some kinda fungus or something.... Carefully bringing his hand back to her itching sex, his other hand now having left his pants rested against her ass as he held her in place. Ranma would still be able to squirm around but would be unable to lift her hips without using some serious force. Not using too much pressure, his touch was gentle, if not as gentle as it could have been. After all, his fingers were pretty thick and hard to make anything but calloused. Forefinger and index finger on each side of her little slit, he started to caress her in a practiced manner, knowing from having seen Nodoka's reactions what would work and what wouldn't. His skilled touch, however, was not sexually oriented but had another goal as his gentle stroking spread his little girl's petals apart as arousal and what he was doing would have done to any girl. After a while, satisfied with his work, Genma touched his index finger to Ranma's tight little opening, again lightly swirling it around just outside. Bringing the finger to his mouth and into it, he made it a bit wet before bringing it out again and towards Ranma's sex again. Working the finger into her tight little vaginal orifice, he pushed it again until it was stopped by her hymen. Then, he slowly brought it almost out of her, only to push it back in. Repeating this process a few times, making a rather wet shucku shucku sound that was quite erotic, Genma finally pulled it out of his daughter and brought it up to his mouth. The flavor was rich, far different from Nodoka's but not bad either. She didn't taste as if she had come down with anything, but could he really be certain? Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger It was a strange thing, but Ranma trusted her father. No person knowing her history was likely to understand this, but the simple truth was that Ranma was one of the best fighters of her generation, thanks to his weird training. Ranma never stopped to think that this might have been more a result of her talent than anything Genma did. So, she trusted that no matter how strange he behaved, or what he came up with, the end result would result in her being a better fighter, and that was what Ranma lived for. So, when Ranma emerged from her doze and the strange dream to find Genma's finger playing with a part of her body she'd done her best to avoid, she didn't jump away and scream. Of course, trust was only part of it. The other part was she felt rather lethargic, like a well-petted cat laying in a sunbeam. Her body tingled in a nice way, and she felt loose and relaxed, despite her rear still being a bit tender. Ranma made the decision to wait and see what the old man was up to before reacting. That decision was tested when she felt her flesh being stretched, and a painful twinge deep inside marked the depth his finger had pushed. Ranma restrained herself only because she was used to having her limbs and joints twisted and bent to the limit, and just a bit beyond, causing pain. Pain was a good thing, she had been taught. It told you when you where you were supposed to be in your training. If you didn't feel that twinge, you weren't pushing yourself hard enough. It was obvious that Genma was finally starting to train her body's new female parts. Ranma wasn't sure what you could train that part to do, but she'd thought the same thing many times before, and she'd always ended up learning something new, and usually effective. Soon, as Genma's skillful fingers traced her sex, and again shoved inside, she was not just enduring, she was actively enjoying the attention. It felt weird, but in a good way. Her breath started to come a bit quicker, and she began to clench muscles she didn't even know she had around Genma's intruding finger. The wet shuku shuku sound coming from between her legs embarrassed her a bit, but not enough to make her try to stop the activity that was causing it. When it came, it was a complete surprise to her. Her body shuddered, and a feeling of electric release seemed to flow out from her middle. "Ohhhhhhh!" Ranma gasped. "Pop! Ohhhhh!" Her pert little ass clenched tightly, and her legs snapped shut, trapping Genma's hand with his finger in her honey pot. It was not a mind blowing, turn out the lights sort of orgasm, but it was a new experience, and powerful because of that. A feeling of regrets filled Ranma as the sensation slowly faded. She wanted more, which she was quick to say. "Do it again, Pop!" Ranma practically demanded, shoving her rear back at Genma. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Having returned his finger to Ranma's sex for another check, just to be on the safe side, the situation suddenly changed on for Genma as his daughter's muscular yet slim legs clamped down around his arm, trapping it in a vise-like grip. That he had roused her from her sleep didn't surprise Genma as much as her shuddering did; the realization that his little girl was having an orgasm was almost as mind-blowing to him as the experience was to her. Sure enough, the reason that he had decided to train her to defend herself against boys in particular had proven to him that he viewed her very much as a girl. But even so, the way her small orgasm had confirmed it, it had left Genma with a feeling of finality. Genma looked down at Ranma, hearing her request. "... spread your legs then." Genma managed weakly, giving himself a shake. The way she was gripping onto his arm with her legs, it was impossible for him to do more than the slightest of movements with his finger. His time with Ranma's mother had not only thaught him to recognize real orgasms, but they had also left him with certain knowledge, things he intended to put to use when helping his daughter. "Yes, raise your hips and spread your legs." he said in a more commanding tone, one he often used when about to teach Ranma a new kata or technique. Still, in Genma's mind what he was doing wasn't really sexual in itself, but would serve only as a way to raise the redhead's defenses. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma's mind was in a state of confusion. Something had happened, something that had felt really good, but she didn't know what it was. When Genma told her to spread her legs, she did so without thought. She'd grown up with her pop correcting her stance, her posture, the angle of her wrist, the way she crooked her little finger, every possible variation the human body could bend in fact, so in her mind, this was just another example of the same. However, when he added the order to raise her hips to that order, Ranma blushed. Not out of feminine modesty, but embarrassment at displaying her lack of manhood. It was an irrational feeling. If anyone in the world was well acquainted with Ranma's loss, it was her father. Still, she did it; other than her embarrassment, she couldn't think of any reason not to. He certainly wasn't asking her to do anything weird, like go swimming with lead weights tied to her ankles and wrists. Ranma hips rose into the air, and she spread her legs as far as she could. Her ass cheeks parted as she gave her father a clear view, not just of her engorged sex, but of the little dimple between her cheeks that both boys and girls shared. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Free to move his hand again, Genma did so, stirring his finger around a bit before slowly pulling it out of Ranma. His finger coated with a fine layer of her juices, he used it and another to spread Ranma's vaginal lips even further apart. Of course, there was no real need for this any longer, but he did it just the same. Genma wasn't a man that would go out of his way to be unfaithful, but had the opportunity presented itself it wouldn't have been impossible to convince him that tasting fruit from another garden was a good idea. Boys could be so nasty, taking advantage of a young girl just because they could, forcing themselves upon her and having their way with her. Genma knew this from having read newspapers when on the road. No kid of his however would ever suffer such a fate though, not if he had any say in it! "In order to know how to defend against a technique, you have to be able to recognize it first." Genma explained matter-of-factly. He pressed down with his sticky finger, making it enter his daughter's wet little tunnel. Fully pulling it out again, he lazily dragged his fingers along her slit, noting that the redhead had starting getting a little more wet. "Same as before, tell me how this makes you feel, Ranma-chan." Genma muttered as he started massaging the area around Ranma's small clit. With the same hand, he started to press his thumb into the girl's tight little opening. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Ranma had been feeling nervous, and a bit ashamed till Genma had mentioned the old saying about techniques. That statement had helped her to focus on the goal instead of the procedure. She wanted to learn this technique, she'd been feeling strange and out of balance ever since getting her curse. This was the first time Genma had offered to teach her girl side any special kata, and she was not going to blow it. Her determination was tested as Genma's fingers stroked her very sensitive flesh, sending pins and needles of pleasure through her loins. When his thumb started to press into her, she felt spread open much more than his finger had done. The angle of Genma's hand meant that his thumb was going in at a slight angle, and that caused him to touch nerves and places that his fingers had not. Ranma's hips waved a bit in the air, and then stilled as she fought for control. Maintaining a position the teacher had placed you in was a basic component of learning new stances. Ranma was not sure how this particular stance could be used for offense, or defense for that matter. As far as Ranma could tell, she was fully vulnerable to whatever Genma choose to do to her. Maybe it was some sort of feint; draw an opponent's attack, and then turn it against them. That made sense. She's seen guys walk into things while staring at a girl's ass. She'd never understood why, but there was no denying that it happened. If a fully clothed ass could do that do guys, what was her bare ass doing to her Pop? Was his mind getting all mushy? Would she be able to control the effect? Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Her tight passage was slowly giving way to Genma's intruding thumb, the juices she had been producing making his delving easier than it otherwise would have been. Even though he thought he did, Genma could never even have begun to imagine the strange sensation his probing thumb was causing his child. The sensations coursing through his own mind and body however, he was familiar with. Jumbled as they were because of his justification of his actions, he couldn't deny the fact that his cock was rock solid. It was disturbing to him that the very tool which had been involved in creating the small redhead was reacting the same way it had when it had helped conceive her. But Genma also knew that if he was reacting like this, how were other men with more deceitful intentions reacting whenever they saw his little girl? If Ranma had whimpered, Genma would have had something to go on but as it was he was uncertain of her reaction to what he was doing to her. Was she enjoying this? Didn't she recognize the danger? Raising his other hand from her ass, he brought it down again with a loud slap to one of her ass-cheeks. "Focus Ranma! I need you to focus! Tell how it makes you feel... describe it in your own words." he told her, wetting his other thumb with a little saliva. Taking a hold of the ass-cheek he had slapped, he moved out of the way from blocking her small dimple. If what he was doing wasn't enough to train Ranma in what she needed to learn, maybe raising the stakes would. Pressing his other thumb against that small rosebud, gaining entrance he noticed was even harder than it was with her pussy. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger "Ahhhhh," Ranma gasped as she felt her father's other thumb press against her ass. Still feeling the sting from his spank, and thinking this was another way to make her focus, she quickly started talking. "Strange, really weird," Ranma panted. "I can feel your finger in...inside," she said with a little gasp as Genma's thumb moved. She started to rattle off descriptions as fast as they occurred to her. "It doesn't hurt, but makes me feel strange. Empty, but that doesn't make sense. I know you got your finger shoved up there, why do I feel empty? My stomach, it sort of aches. My muscles, they're all tense, especially my belly, but my thighs, they feel sort of tight as well." "Ahhhhhh," Ranma gasped again, her hips thrusting back slightly. "I, I, I... feel... all wet like, tingly," Her sex tightened around Genma's finger as she gave another gasp. "I don't know what's happening. I feel, I feel..." Ranma's voice cut off and her inner muscles contracted and loosened quickly around Genma's finger as the rest of her body shuddered. "Wh... What! What happened?" Ranma said, her voice slightly dazed, and a little breathy as she tried to get her breath back. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu The great rhetoric Ranma... Genma would have spanked Ranma again if he had thought it would do her any good, but as things were he realized he had once again failed her. Where was all the similis? Genma had made it a point to make things seem more than they were, more clever, yes the art of naming a special technique was something he had come to consider himself a master of. Yet, Ranma for all his, or as in this case her, martial prowesss had as of yet never managed to come up with any name for anything. Now, concerning Ranma, Genma was sure that if the redhead ever learned, for example, a technique where pealing a banana thought you a new way of grappling better, she would name the technique Banana- grappling. And then Ranma shuddered. For a single moment Genma wondered if he had succeeded and then with horrible dismay he realized that he had, just not the way he had wanted to. First sign of her shudder had had him almost believing it had been one of disgust, yet as Ranma had kept on trembling, or rather spasming, he had known it for what it was and a part of him had wept. It was over in less than a few seconds, a small one yet it changed nothing, his son... no worse, now truly his daughter.. had orgasmed! Of course, Genma might have been wrong, it really might have only been a convulsion or part of a buildup for an incoming orgasm, but even having given his wife several he was still only a man and as such had no real idea of how female mechanics really worked. "... The crane has left the nest, and the sun is just rising..." Genma mumbled as he pulled out his thumb from Ranma's vagina, making a rather wet and embarrassing sound as he did. Gripping her waist, he pushed with his other hand almost forcefully against her small backdoor, his thumb of that hand quickly getting pushed down to the first knuckle but not stopping there. "You came... into womanhood...." Genma explained, not doing a very good job of it as it was as his words might have had a different meaning to Ranma. Only women came, and even if part of Genma had decided that Ranma was his little girl, there was still that other part that hoped she would find a cure so that his teaching her to defend herself wouldn't be necessary. Besides, no father except maybe those of perverted nature, would want to watch his precious daughter have an orgasm... it just wasn't right. Yet had Genma for that brief moment of Ranma-chan's shuddering seen her face and the flash of pleasure mixed with confusion and surprise, part of him might have been happy for her. Almost having worked his thumb up as far as it was allowed Genma's other hand, which rested idle at the side of her waist, to move upwards as he cupped one of his daughter's plump breast. The feeling of her -- now actually a bit sweaty and hence slick -- breast in his hand reminded Genma of things he and Nodoka had done, and how he had often been forced by his wife to take as much as he could of her tits into his mouth and then nibble on them. Such thoughts were disconcerting in Genma's present situation. Hence Genma's Gi pants finally gave away as his massive erection popped up and out of them. Genma gave a little jerk at this, but noticed how his thumb was trapped in his daughter's tight little anus, and his other hand just refused to leave what it was doing. In other words, Genma had no way of pushing his log back into his pants. Lucky thing that Ranma's position wouldn't allow her to see any of it. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger On the subject of sex, Ranma was about as ignorant as it was possible for a person to be. Her curse magnified the problem. For if Ranma was without a clue as far as the male's role in sex went, then he was even worse off in regards to the female. As a result, Genma's stimulation, and the results of that stimulation, simply did not register on Ranma as anything as to do with the mushy stuff guys and girls got up to. It wasn't like her pop was trying to kiss her or anything. That she'd seen, and found disgusting. Of course she'd only been ten at the time. But, if Ranma's mind was ignorant, her body was not. Hardwired in her genetic code, which was female at the moment, was the racial imperative to breed that existed in every sexual species on earth. The drive that would make a male spider seek out a female, even when the end results was almost surely death. The drive that make salmon swim thousands of miles to one specific river pool to breed. On her hands and knees, with a virile and powerful male fondling her sexual organs, Ranma's body knew what was what, even if her mind didn't. Lubrication flowed, making Genma's fingers slippery. Blood flowed, engorging her outer labia, and making them part to expose her smooth pink inner flesh, and the tiny dimple that Genma's fingers were stretching. Her breasts swelled with blood and her nipples hardened. Ranma began making small backward pushes against Genma's hand, her mind clouded with her recent orgasm, and the knowledge that she needed to do something, do something right now, as quick as she could. The frustrating thing was, she didn't know what that something was. But she knew her pop knew. "Aggghhhhh," she groaned. "Don't play around, pop. Do it, do it!" Of course, Ranma's mind, in so far as it could think, was trying to get her father to finish the technique he was using and ease her suffering. What others hearing her words might think was something else. Re: Learning from the Tendôs Byooki Desu Do it, do it. Genma's eyes were tightly squeezed shut in an attempt to blind him from the world. As a father he had failed. Genma could still remember when Ranma was just a little boy, how much energy and life the little rugrat had possessed. Genma might have been considered a hazard to his child by child welfare services, but he had still bonded with the boy. Countless hours of sparing, of moving around in search of being a better martial artist. Despite not having told his son, Genma had been proud of him. Yes, Ranma had slowly become the man that Genma had always wanted to be, so proud, so... and then there were other times as well. Sometimes he and Ranma had just taken a day off to fish and-- Opening his eyes, Genma pulled his thumb out of his daughter's anus, maybe a little bit more harshly than was necessary. And now, Ranma was a girl.. and despite everything he had done, she still didn't get it, she still just let him do whatever he wanted to. Worse... she seemed to almost enjoy it. "Ranma-chan... your mother liked this as well..." Genma said in a bitter and bothered voice. He grabbed hold of his cock with his now free hand, and guided it towards his little girl's vagina. Moving the tip of it over the pink exterior of her slit, he coated the head of his penis in her juices before settling it against her little opening. Genma was big as mentioned before, really big, yet as much as what he was going to do was going to hurt Ranma it would hurt Genma more. "Final technique! Picking flowers!" Genma suddenly called out as he suddenly started pushing. Of course, even having been fingered by her father, Ranma was a virgin and having anyone enter her, especially if they were as stocked as her dad, wasn't easy. Meaning that even if Genma had a hold of one of her breasts, and pushed, he didn't try to just force it with all his might and pushing anything inside of Ranma was hard. Re: Learning from the Tendôs T.H. Tiger Genma's cry penetrated the fog that filled Ranma's mind. Then something else penetrated her. Ranma gasped as she felt something being pushed into her. Her pop's fingers had felt huge to her, but this was something else again. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, and tried to pull away from the intense pressure. Genma's hand on her breast held her in place, and her actions only served to make the sensation between her legs even more extreme. Later, when she had time to review the action from an observer's position, Ranma would be able to see how impaling her the way he had enabled her pop to limit her motion and options to counter his attack. His position above her, and in her, gave him control of the situation. For now, however, all Ranma could focus on was the feeling of something big going into her body, and going, and going, and going. "Awwwwwwww," Ranma groaned. "Stop, it won't go," she panted. In truth, she didn't know how it had gotten as far as it had. She knew she had a hole down there, but it was tiny, smaller than her fingers. How could it be taking Pop's swollen thing? Ranma had seen Genma erect before, with their lifestyle it was pretty much a given that she, or he, would. Genma had always passed if off as a temporary condition that was to be avoided, and done away with as quick as possible if it could not be avoided. Ranma knew how big her Pop was, she knew from his position that he must be sticking it in her. She just didn't see how. Ranma's breath came in short quick pants. Her attempts at escape had degraded into a back and forth motion as her body obeyed natural instinct and responded to Genma's motion by default. [END]