RANMA 1/2 HENTAI RPG - 19 Compilation and proofreading by St Fan [CONTINUED FROM EPISODE 16] Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma walked up to the Tendô home, felling weary but very satisfied. It had been a very fulfilling night -- more filling for some than others, he thought with a chuckle. Genma noticed the house seemed a bit quiet and called out "Hello, Kasumi, Sôun?" but got no answer. Kicking off his street shoes, he walked to the living room, and noticed a letter laying on his and Sôun's shoji board. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block On the paper read: "Good morning, Saotome-kun, Ranma-kun. If either of you come home before we do, just know that me, Kasumi and Nabiki are sleeping at the hotel (and Akane called to say she's spending the night with her friends) while the Nerima Martial Art Repairing Crew is doing its job. They should have finished repairing the house in the morning, as usual. If you see the Master or that Tarô boy again today, could you please tell them to go and play elsewhere next time, because my poor house can't take it anymore WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...!" The bawling-out-in-tears part wasn't actually written, but Genma could easily guess it from the smearing of the end of the letter with what could only be salt water. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger "hmmmmmm," Genma mused. "I guess I have the house to myself. Cue Genma-panda in under-shorts doing karaoke to the song. "That old time rock and roll" Genma gave his head a shake to dispel the sudden image, and turned his mind to more serious matters. "I wonder where Sôun keeps the key to the sake cupboard? Did Kasumi leave anything in the fridge to eat?" Genma tiptoed, out of habit, into the kitchen to raid the pantry. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block While Genma was pillaging the fridge, he couldn't help but remember the pressing plea Nodoka had given him earlier this morning. Flashback: "Oh please, Genma-chan. I'll be too embarrassed to face Akane-chan myself ever again. Could you tell her I'm very sorry for what I've forced her do with Kumon-san and me yesterday? It was so surrealistic that I was persuaded it was some dumb wet dream. Tell her it doesn't matter if she's not a virgin anymore. I'll always support her marriage with our son." End flashback. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma paused with a chicken leg in his mouth. Oh yeah, he had to apologize for Nodoka. Then he shrugged. Well, she wasn't here right now, so he dove back into the icebox. But, as he did, he couldn't help but remember the scene he'd witnessed earlier. Seemed to him that Akane hadn't been all that unwilling. She sure hadn't acted like a virgin. A different appetite started to make itself felt in Genma's mind as he remembered Akane's shapely body, a bit light in the chest, but nice and firm. What a shame to waste that on a boy like Ranma who couldn't appreciate it. His encounter with Atsuko and Nodoka had woken a part of Genma that he'd kept sleeping for a long time. He'd sealed away his lust after trapping the master, the better to distance himself from the perverted master. Now ten years of low libido was trying to make up for lost time. Genma put the half eaten chicken leg back in the fridge -- a sign of the apocalypse... or just pf a bad case of blue balls. Yes, he really should find Akane, and explain the fact of life to her... err, apologize for Nodoka. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block In the silent house, Genma heard a faint noise. A slight squeaking of the ceiling... maybe even a faraway voice, probably from upstairs. He wouldn't even have noticed if he hadn't stopped masticating, but it seemed he wasn't alone in the Tendô Home. Re: Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger A burglar? Maybe he should go and get a police officer, Genma thought. Then he remembered that the Tendô's had nothing worth stealing. Let's not go into how he knew this. So, it must be something other than a burglar. Genma carefully mounted the stair, his nerves on edge. Reaching the top of the landing, he looked down the hallway for signs that any of the rooms up here might be in use. Sure enough, he spotted a light under the closed door to... Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block ... Akane's bedroom. Actually, the door wasn't closed, but slightly ajar. Now that he was on the second floor, Genma could hear better the noise coming from said room. Distinctly Akane's voice; she'd probably get home early from her friend's house. It sounded like heavy breathing, sometimes cut by gasp and sighs. She was probably doing some weight lifting or other heavy exertion.... Then the Saotome father heard a distinct moan. Was she feeling ill? Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma discarded that notion. It didn't sound like a moan of suffering, in fact it sounded like.... Genma suddenly pumped his fist in the air while silently cheering. YES! The boy finally found a set of balls and was nailing Akane. Producing a video camera from out of thin air, he crept toward Akane's room, ready to record this event for history, and so the boy couldn't weasel out of it. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block As Genma approached, the soft sighs and feminine moans got clearer. No other sounds hinted of the presence of anybody else in the room, however. When Genma started to peer through the ajar door and the visor of his camera, he couldn't indeed find any trace of his son, to his disappointment. Akane was lying on her bed, clothed in a clear shirt that was a bit in disarray. Her cute face was doing a pout, eyes closed, sometimes biting her lips, sometime opening wide to gasp some air. Her lower body was hidden under the sheets. Her legs were squirming underneath, the shape of the cover molding around them, suggesting she was keeping them open most of the time. Her wandering hand lightly stroked her chest, then slid in the opening of her shirt to grab and squeeze one of the still hidden breasts. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma's first reaction was disappointment. Damn that boy, wasn't he ever going to grow a pair? That reaction was soon replaced by prurient interest. Akane was cute; maybe not a knock-out like some of the other girls, but she had that fresh-faced, innocent schoolgirl look. That very look made what she was doing at the moment even hotter than if it had been Shampoo or that Kodachi girl. Genma's cock swelled slightly in his pants, and he idly reached down to adjust it as he kept the camera focused on Akane. It looked like her session with Nodoka had opened Akane up a bit, maybe enough that she'd put the moves on the boy. Genma didn't consider that his own behavior might have been affected by his recent encounter with his wife. He'd been suppressing his sexuality for a fairly long time; now that he'd stopped doing that he'd been reacting like a teenager to all the hot girls that seemed to flock around this part of town. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Unaware that she just gained an audience, Akane pursued her séance of self-eroticism. Still sighing and softly cooing, she kneaded both breasts with her hands. Her fingers squeezed and massaged the tender flesh through her light shirt. Genma couldn't be entirely sure, but from the skin that was flashing between a few undone buttons, and the way her erect nipple were poking the flimsy fabric, she seemed to not be wearing a bra. Her pleasured gasps and moans were getting louder, less restrained, her voice taking a more throaty pitch, as the stimulation between her spread legs increased.... Wait a sec... if she had both hands on her boobs, then what was moving between her legs? Blinking, Genma noticed for the first time a small, round shape hidden under the bed sheets, at the junction of Akane's thighs... and "it" sure was alive and moving, right at the level of the young girl's crotch.... Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma's eyes bulged. Not the pig? She wouldn't, would she? Genma was fully aware of who the pig was, and had said nothing, hoping it would goad Ranma into some sort of action. He hadn't thought it would result in this sort of action. He should burst in there right now and break this up... or maybe film a bit of the action, to show Ranma later. Maybe if he saw what a slut Akane was, he wouldn't treat her like such a china doll. It never crossed his mind that Ranma might drop Akane like a red-hot brick. Despite all protestations to the contrary, he knew Ranma had claimed Akane as his property in his mind, and the Saotome men did not give up their property without a fight. Of course, he'd have to get some video of the little porker actually doing something. Ranma wouldn't be able to deny anything then, neither would Akane. That thought made him think for the first time what a hold he'd have over Akane with this video. He couldn't bring Sôun in on it of course, but he wouldn't have to. The threat that he might spread it around would give him a lever against Akane that she would not be able to resist. Now, if that little pervert porker would just come out from under the sheets. Genma concentrated on focusing the Camera, while reaching down to adjust himself once again. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Genma's wish seemed to be on the verge of being granted.... Akane had started squirming, rolling to and fro on the bed and arching her back, while groaning and gasping loudly. Whatever the little ball of lust between her legs was doing, it was doing it right. With each trashing of the athletic young girl, the bed sheets were sliding a little more. Finally, they fluttered to the ground at the same time Akane let out a thrill shriek of orgasm and slumped down on the mattress. At this point, Genma could clearly see two things. First, Akane was still wearing a short skirt and white socks. Second, it wasn't a little black piglet that was clutching to her thighs, its face clamped on her loins. No, it was one balding little troll of a man, with short, stubby arms and legs, and a slightly beak-like mouth that was currently making the best use of its shape by diving deep into the Tendô girl naked twat. With a delighted cackle, master Happôsai greedily sucked the last of Akane's orgasmic juices, before flicking his long tongue all over her vulva in a last series of cleaning licks. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma froze, literally. Icy winds swirled around him as he stood immobile, unable to move, unable to throw up, unable to do anything, except listen to the video camera whirl away beside his ear, while his poor eye was frozen to the viewfinder. So stunned was Genma that he couldn't even think of the consequences of what he was seeing, both pro and con. All he could do was stand there like a statue. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Thankfully for his frozen-like-a-statue student, Happôsai was way too focused on his "conquest" to notice his presence, even with ki-sense. Smirking, he licked his own lips and crawled up over the pretty, nubile young body. The Tendô girl, still dazed by her orgasm, didn't show any hint of resisting as he reached her chest and opened her shirt. The Saotome father had the confirmation that Akane wasn't wearing a bra, for the very simple reason than it was currently atop Happy's head like some aviator's goggles. What could only be her panties also stuck out from his pocket. Cackling with glee, the old pervert lashed on the offered soft boobs. His mouth surrounded a rosy nipple and her started to suck on it like a famished, withered baby. His tiny hand reached for the neglected tit, and expertly tweaked it between thumb and short fingers. Akane was soon resuming her moans, head thrown back on the pillow and eyes closed. Her hands were idle for a short while, before they reached for her diminutive lover and began stroking his bald cranium. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma gave his leg a painful pinch, just to make sure this was not some sort of horrible dream. It hurt! "OK, so no dream." Genma muttered. "What else? She's letting him do it?" He rejected that idea. He simply could not bring himself to believe that any flesh-and-blood woman would willingly do what Akane was doing. There had to be something going on here. The master had to have drugged her, or used some sort of magic. He should rescue her. Yeah, that's right, rescue her, run right in there and kick the dirty lecher off of her subtle nubile young body. The shame of it, such bounty wasted on that little pervert. Yeah, he should just go in, right now, rush in, jump in and stop it, charge the pervert. Genma remained frozen in place. Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane's delighted coos and moans weren't subduing as the ancient master of Anything Goes showed her some interesting application of pressure point techniques. More specifically, pressure points located all around the sensitive nipples and areolas of her mounds. He also demonstrated that fingers weren't the only way to stimulate those; one excessively skilled tongue could do good work too. When Happôsai lifted his slobbering mouth from the tender flesh of her breasts, Genma could swore he'd seen said tongue entirely wrapped around the swollen teat like a small tentacle, and not relinquishing its grip until its owner pulled away hard. The boob took shortly a conical shape before snapping back to its normal position. Akane's eyes opened, and beneath some remnant trace of shame in her face, her expression was evidently needy, and asking why her diminutive molester had stopped. The answer came soon, with a bright smile from the lecherous gnome. "Akane-chan... don't tease me any longer... I want you entirely naked!" "Ho no... Master... it's too embarrassing...." she feebly protested. "You promised, Akane-chan! What are you worrying about, sweetie, the house is empty, nobody beside me would see y--" Happy blinked, frowned, and slowly, very slowly, started turning head toward the door.... [cue cheesy 60's serial music] Will Genma Saotome be discovered by the dastardly, ancient martial artist? Will he dashingly jump to the rescue of the innocent(?) maiden(??) ? Or will he remember that discretion is the better part of valor, and that now wouldn't be the worst time to unseal the Umi-Sen Ken, sole way to hide him from the sharp ki-sense of Happôsai, before his cruel master eviscerate him for spying on such an intimate moment? You'll know this with the next post of T.H. Tiger in the Ranma 1/2 Hentai RPG, same Ran-time, same Ran-channel! Re: Tendô Dôjô Hijinks T.H. Tiger Genma was petrified; he had to do something, something unexpected, something no one would think of, something that played into the master's weaknesses. Genma pulled back out of Akane's line of sight, but not Happôsai's. Whipping out one of the signs he usually only produced while a panda, he waved it at his ancient, vindictive, and very dangerous master. [Preserve those precious memories on video. Free trial offer.] Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Happôsai's eyes bulged slightly in surprise. Then he closed them, and made a show of keeping back his tears while holding a fist in front of him in triumph. <> Happy's voice resonated directly inside the portly martial artist's head. <> (OOC: Yes, Happôsai CAN communicate telepathically. He showed this during the search of the Happô-Dai-Karin scroll, when sending thoughts to Sôun and Genma while he was disguised as a monkey in the middle of a hot spring full of naked women. He sure wasn't using his voice.) Turning back to Akane after this silent conversation, he smiled and repeated: "Yes, as I said Akane-chan, nobody's in the house right now, I would feel it immediately with my enhanced ki-sense. So gimme a show, baby!" Happy jumped away from her chest and sat on the bed, crossing legs. Akane reluctantly stood up, and took two steps away. Sighing, she let her tousled shirt fall from her shoulders, baring completely her upper body to the leering gaze of Happôsai and the mechanical one of the video camera, although she had no clue about the latter. Blushing, she pushed down her small skirt, revealing her shapely hips and bushy triangle. She turned around slightly to step out of the garment, giving Genma a better view on the round buttocks of her creamy ass. Finally, still upright, she bent a leg behind her and pulled on a white sock, then repeated the move with the other. Those last pieces of cloth discarded, Akane nervously crossed arms over her tummy, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma's offer had been motivated by pure selfish personal cowardice. An instinct Happôsai had spent a lot of time beating into him. But, as Akane started her striptease, he started to actually focus more on his camera work, then on thinking of means of escape. A hint of drool showed up on his face as he panned the camera down Akane's body. Starting at her face, that innocent schoolgirl face, blushing red, eyes downcast, the very image of a shy demure young girl. Tthen, he slowly moved the view downward, not fast, oh, so slowly. Down past her bare shoulders, nearly as red as her face, her upper chest, revealing just a hint of her swelling breasts, still demure. "Is she wearing a swimsuit?" Genma whispered, giving make-believe narration to his film. He shifted the camera's lens down slowly, oh so slowly, panning over the creamy expanse of her exposed breasts, till, a pair of brown nipples appeared, erect and proud. Genma worked the zoom, and focused in on one of those little pebbles. Lovingly exploring every bump and wrinkle, before pulling back far enough to once again show her blushing face, only this time with her breasts exposed in the viewfinder. Genma zoomed in slightly, till Akane's breasts filled the screen, and then started to pan downward, crossing over the hands demurely crossed over her belly, and then below, pausing, teasing the viewer. Genma panned right and left across Akane's pubic arch, showing the thin layer of baby fat that masked her hard musculature with feminine softness. Then, he inched the view downward, to the mother load, the inky black triangle of Akane's pubic hair. He zoomed in, catching a hint of the lips of her sex. "A virgin?" Genma asked. "Stay tuned, and we'll find out?" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Happôsai smiled brightly; drinking in the sight of the nude, unclothed Akane, in the buff, flashing skin, in her birthday suit... did I mention she was naked? The ancient, perverted martial artist patted the bedding next to him, in a gesture clearly inviting Akane to sit next to him. Still blushing, Akane hesitated a little; she then gulped, and walked to the bed, head still down. She wasn't truly trying to hide herself, knowing Happy wouldn't allow it. So, she simply kneeled on the bed, sitting on her heels, hands resting on her thighs. She was facing the master, and overall giving a nice view of her gorgeous body, still a bit glistening with sweet from her previous orgasm. Happôsai, grinning up to the ear, complimented her: "That's very good, Akane-chan. You're such a sweet girl to offer what an old man like me pinned after for so long. No since, you've showed me your goods..." To Akane's distress, and Genma's horror, his hands darted toward the crotch of his gi. "... I'll show you mine!" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma swallowed a mouthful of spit when Akane knelt on the bed. He quickly zoomed in on her spread legs, and the exposed lips of her sex, and the little hint of pink where they spread slightly apart. Akane had a neat little purse between her legs, clean and cute. Too bad it was covered with so much hair. Maybe the master would shave it? Genma thought with longing, and quickly shook the thought away. Darn it, he was falling into old habits. He had to get away from here. Genma decided to wait till the master was fully involved, and then sneak away. He could plead dead battery, or running out of tape. He's still get a beating, but maybe not quite as severe. Nausea suddenly filled Genma, and he wished he had fled earlier, when he heard Happôsai announce his offer to Akane. No! The horror. It was too much. *WHAM* The sign with which Genma had made his offer to Happôsai made a very good imitation of Ukyô's spatula as Genma brought it down on top of the old master with all the force he could muster. Happôsai stopped the sign with one finger, and glared at Genma. "How dare you try and interrupt your master while he's enjoying himself!" Happôsai's battle aura flared, and he grew to enormous dimensions. A huge steel spit appeared in one of his hands. "Time for some roast panda," he roared. Genma sweatdropped and snapped out of his daydream. Maybe he'd wait a bit before rescuing Akane. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane's eyes bulged when the ancient perverted master opened the fly of his pants... but more from surprise than utter disgust. Because... *zzzzzwwwwwooooopp* (That SFX is supposed to duplicate the sound of lightsaber lighting up in some cheesy science-fiction show.) ... what came out from the dark pit wasn't quite a male organ. It was shaped like it, true... like a big one, in fact. Bigger than what you'd expect to see on a well-endowed man, and at fortiori on a shriveled little gnome. But it was made of pure ki, almost transparent and glowing blue, with a soft buzzing of crackling energy. Akane sweatdropped, staring at the incongruous sexual attachment. She felt simultaneously scared and fascinated by it, like a bird facing the hypnotic dance of a serpent. "How... How d'you do that?" she asked in strangled voice. "HeHeHeHe... Anything Goes Secret Technique, my sweetie... VERY secret... but for you, I'll show my most prized ki-manipulation tool...." Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma's eyes widened, and his instinctive greed when confronted with a new martial arts technique popped to the fore. His mind, so quick at martial arts, and so slow at all other things, quickly analyzed the effect. Clearly it was another example of necessity. The Master's real member likely withered away years ago. With his nature, it stood to reason he'd try to create a substitute, just as blind martial artist developed ki-boosted senses. Genma wondered if the technique could be used by someone who still had a functioning member, to stiffen and expand it. So engrossed was he in thinking of the potential, that the erection that had been growing in his pants withered away. It made a resurgence, however, when he started to think about applications for this technique. He licked his lips as he imagined Akane being speared by that object, and it became rock hard when he imagined himself as the one doing the spearing. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Come on, Akane-chan, don't be shy..." "Hu... I don't know..." Ranma's fiancée mumbled, nervously rubbing her thighs together. "I'm sure you're curious about it. You can touch it, don't worry." After some more blushing, the nude girl leaned toward the ancient master. Watching intently the bright blue ki-dong waving before her, she bent forward until she was resting on her knees and elbows. She had seemingly forgotten about her own naked state, or maybe was just secretly eager to experience more with the old pervert -- he'd already given her a nice orgasm, after all. Her fingers hesitantly neared the crackling energy-member until they touched it. At first she only risked the tips of her digit, whisking them away after the first contact. Then she tentatively surrounded the artificial shaft with her hand. The way her palm closed around it, it looked quite solid a manifestation. "It's... It's weird..." Akane commented. "It's warm... and hard... but at the same time it's like it has no weight at all...." Almost without thinking, her hand started to rub along the length of the ki-cock, and Happy whimpered, eyes full of joyful tears. "You... you feel it?" Akane asked in astonishment. "Yes, Akane-chan... it's part of my life-force, and as such part of me! Oh please, stroke it further!" Akane gulped. But somehow, it seemed the fascination of experimenting with the strange "Anything Goes" technique was making her forgot the utter naughtiness of the situation. Both hands now on the blue mushroom, they ran up and down along the stalk, the fingertip caressing the metaphysical "flesh". Happôsai's face took a silly expression of bliss, his beady eyes rolling in their orbits and his tongue hanging. "Yes... Akane-chan... now put it in your mouth!" This time, Akane clearly sweatdropped. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma was sweating as well, but for a different reason than Akane. His cock was straining to get free of his trousers. The sight of Akane kneeling down and stroking the master's obscene ki-member had really aroused him. The way her breasts dangled, swaying ever so slightly as they hung from her chest.... She'd grown, he mused. Definitely bigger than they used to be. Genma zoomed in on Akane's breasts, catching them as they swayed gently back and forth. He roamed the camera's field of view up to her face, and the uncertain expression on it. Just at the bottom of the camera's view, the glowing head of Happôsai's member could be seen, as could the fact that Akane's eyes were very much focused on it. Genma swallowed some spit as he wondered if Akane would actually take that thing into her mouth. If Happôsai's control slipped, it would be a bit like deep-throating a high-voltage line, and the end results much the same as well. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane stalled a bit more, eyes crossing on the strange semi-solid ki shaft. Then she pulled her pinkish tongue out and hesitantly touched the top of the phantom penis. "It... tingle..." she commented, "like licking a small battery...." Apparently, the strangeness of it wasn't deterring the young girl, as she licked the tip some more, holding the ki rod in place with both hand. Then, in a strange real-life materialization of a typical Japanese- hentai picture, she curled her lips around the semi-transparent cock. Her mouth surrounded the head first, then she gradually sucked more of it. Her tongue twirled around the energy wang, leaving trails of saliva that evaporated unnaturally fast when it exited her lips. Happy sure was happy... his withered face even further distorted by pure bliss. He gargled in delight and pulled his head backward, fixing the ceiling. As Akane was forgetting her last hints of shame and inhibition, she began bobbing her head up and down on the ethereal phallus. Genma couldn't help but notice that she was showing less uncertainty and more skill that what you'd expect from a virgin. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma was taking in the scene before him eagerly. Thanks to the narrow focus of the video camera, all he had to look at was Akane's cute mouth stretching around the semi-transparent ki cock. The image of someone so innocent looking doing something so perverted was very arousing. But also thought-provoking. While Genma, thanks to spying her with Nodoka, knew Akane was no virgin, he had thought she was pretty inexperienced. He was starting to have very strong doubts about that now. He was also not happy with the implications that came from that thought as well. Nodoka had portrayed Akane as a victim of her sleep-fucking. She'd claimed that she'd as good as forced Akane. Looking at the scene in front of him, and the expert way that Akane was doing the master, he was starting to think that Nodoka might have been the seduced, rather than the seducer. He started to get a little hot under the collar, and not just from the steamy scene in front of him. It was one thing to forgive a virgin who didn't know what she was doing. It was another to forgive a practiced slut who had debased your wife. "The little skank," Genma muttered, "passing herself off as a pure and untouched schoolgirl. She needs to be taught not to mess with a man's wife." Genma was tempted to rush in and join the master. Two things stopped him. One: the master was not known for sharing. Two: despite his perversity, the master was, all things considered, rather gentle with girls. Witness all the time's he'd allowed them to beat him to a pulp, when he could have easily laid them out. Genma was not feeling gentle toward Akane at the moment. He decided to wait till the master left. In the meantime, he'd just gather some more evidence to prove Akane's true nature. Matching deed to thought, Genma focused the camera in even tighter on Akane's face, and the cock she was sucking, and then panned down her body, taking in every curve and dimple. His free hand slipped down into the front of his pants and adjusted his cock, and then stayed there, lightly stroking it. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block As Akane continued to give him one hell of a blowjob, Happôsai started to howl and cackle from sheer pleasure. Then, he finally put his small hands on the girl's face and gently pushed her away, panting. "Akane-chan... what you're doing is wonderful, but if you make me cum with this thing, I'll surely be unable to maintain its existence... I'm not that young anymore, you know." "Oh..." Akane acquiesced, looking a bit unfocused and... maybe that was just an illusion, but... disappointed, too? "So," the smirking Happy pursued, "we'd better keep it for the *main event*!" This startled Akane back to full attention. "Ah... you... you mean." "Come on, Akane-chan, I'm sure you're dying of curiosity... you want to know just what it felt like... right?" "Hu... well... I'm..." the very flustered (but apparently not frightened) young girl blurted out. "Well, you'll learn very soon, Akane-chan. Please, get on your back and open your pretty legs." Akane seemed to hesitate one last time... before complying, settling herself comfortably on her back on the bed, and keeping her thighs widely open with her hands behind her knees. "Please... be gentle, Master...." she requested, while offering her glistening pussy to the full view of the concupiscent pervert. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger "Please be gentle! Huh! Little slut. I'll show you gentle!" Genma groused, even as he focused the camera on Akane's spread lower lips, zooming in till the delicate pink flesh filled the viewfinder, until it was partly hidden by a blue, translucent cock-head. Genma's hand was working up and down his stiff dick, mauling and twisting it as he muttered insults at the dark-haired slut being pleasured by the master. "Oh, what a little schemer you are. Leading my son on, playing the shy virgin, and all the time giving it away to perverts like the master. How many others have you enticed between your legs, you little slut?" Of course, what Genma was really saying was: "why haven't you given me any action?" But he'd never be that honest with himself. As in all matters concerning himself, Genma could not admit his own failings. Instead he justified his growing arousal toward Akane with arguments that she was begging for it, and it was his duty to show her what happened to loose girls. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block A drooling Happôsai rubbed the length of his replacement shaft against the puffy, red, wet lips of Akane's cunt. The girl moaned mutely, her body shivering in anticipation. The utter naughtiness and slutiness of her actions didn't seem to be a deterrent for her. Quite the contrary, considering how her twat was oozing from lubricating fluids, it was only adding to her excitation. Happy continued those teasing strokes, flexing his legs to rub the materialization of his lust all along Akane's pretty womanhood, the engorged labia quivering from the tingling contact of the life-energy made solid. This allowed the only spectator to notice that the ki-cock was behaving pretty much like a live one, in term of elasticity and hardness. Then Happôsai guided the spiritual extension of his being inside Akane's love hole. The youngest Tendô whimpered and moaned, this time more vocally. The ancient pervert pushed further and further, spreading her delicate petals with the transparent ki-manifestation. Akane gasped and cried in bliss as Happy began to hump her with wild thrusts of his small hips. Followed several minutes of the most disturbing (and erotic) spectacle Genma ever laid his eyes on. Akane, on her back, keeping her legs obscenely spread as the diminutive pervert shafted her with glee, moving with the speed of a jackhammer on steroid. Akane, on her knees, with Happôsai lying between the legs as the girl bounced up and down, impaling herself on the ki-shaft as her hands mauled her own breasts. Akane, on all four, with the Master clinging to her pretty buttocks and ramming her dripping snatch from behind, while she mewled and gasped in delight. They changed position often without ever breaking the intimate linking, proof of the Tendô heir's flexibility.... Happy was doing lots of efforts, but ultimately his small size and old age were getting in the way, so in the end he was largely being used as a large sex toy by Ranma's fiancée. Similarly, he hadn't enough breath to make more than gasp and sighs, so Akane was making most of the conversation... "Oh! Master... it's so... so.... "Yes... like that... deeper.... "Ohmygod it's so big.... "HAN! HAN... ooooooooh.... "Aaaah... it's incredible.... "Ooooooh... I'm coming! I'm coming!" Indeed, Akane had several orgasms during the improbable "lovemaking". Happôsai, on the other hand, was keeping his own in check since it would mean the end of their fun game... though it looked like he wouldn't hold very much longer. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma had already compensated for not rescuing Akane by blaming the victim. So, when it became obvious that Akane was using the master as much as he was using her, it only strengthened Genma's belief that she was a cock-hungry slut who'd do it with anything. Witness her activity with the master as proof. Adding that belief to his own intense lust, and Genma's disillusionment with Akane was transmuted to jealousy. Why hadn't the girl ever made a move on him? He was certainly more virile and experienced than the boy, better than all most any man for the matter. Good looking, well hung, what more could a slut like Akane want? He vowed to show her the error of her ways. But even as he simmered in jealous lust, he never let the camera wander far from the action. He gave thanks to the master's puny body. It was very easy to keep him out of the picture, except for that glowing cock, and no one would ever connect that with the pervert. It was also a lot easier on his stomach not having to look at the master's wrinkled bottom as he shafted Akane on that bluish dick. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "A...A...Akane-chan... I can't take it anymore..." the ancient master pleaded. "Begged" would be even more accurate. He was really sounding desperate. "Yes...Yes...YES!!" was the sole response of the horny teenager. She was gripping rather hard on the diminutive pervert body, and pounding her own twat repeatedly with his will-sustained organ. It was fortunate for Happy that he was still, despite the centuries, a tough martial artist, because her grip and the rhythm of the thrusting would have easily broken the spine of a less sturdy lover, even a younger one. Happôsai finally bellowed in pure bliss, his voice croaking to a whisper toward the end. His orgasm had no consequence in term of fluid release, but it had the effect of stopping his concentration on the ki-cock, which suddenly disappeared in a flash. The energy dispersing inside Akane's pussy had some dramatic effect on her. She screeched ear- piercingly as a monumental orgasm shook her body, before slumping bonelessly on her back, overwhelmed by pleasure. Both unlikely lovers stayed unmoving on the bed for a while, solely panting hoarsely after the intense exertion. Akane's love hole was still visibly distended and dripping a copious amount of juices on the sheets. Happy looked more wrinkled and exhausted he'd ever been, but his face sure was lit with contentment. "Oh boy... that was wonderful, Akane-chan. You made an old man so happy." "*gasp* *pant* that... that... was incredible, master." "Yeah... we've gotta do that again sometime...." Akane didn't respond, but blushed fiercely. Happôsai slowly slipped from the bed and tried to land on his feet, but simply crashed face-first on the floor. "OW! My word... I can't feel my lower body any more... hadn't happened in a very long time." With difficulties, he stood up on wobbly legs. "Mmmh... maybe not too often, though. I'm not that fit anymore, and pleasuring a pretty young thing like could be the death of me...." Akane wasn't unblushing, but she mumbled: "Hu... as you feel it, Master... glad to have helped you." Happôsai nodded and just added: "Now I'm gonna take a little nap on my panties collection to rest." He unsteadily walked out of the room, distractedly passing between Genma's legs as he exited, as if he'd just completely forgot the Saotome voyeur. But at some point he raised an eyebrow, and... <> ... echoed in Genma's head. A surprisingly fast blur deprived him of the video camera. Happôsai resumed his lazy strode, this time with the recording device in hands. <> Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma had his moments. Not often to be sure, but sometimes. He chortled, and pulled a cassette out of the top of his gi. He waited only long enough to be sure that the master was truly gone, and then he stepped into Akane's room. Akane was laying on her back, her legs spread, and was idly fingering herself. "Still haven't got enough, slut!?" Genma said. "I would have thought the master would have worn you out. All those positions, all that effort. It's lucky I got it on tape, or I'd never have believed it myself. I'm sure Ranma and the rest of your friends will enjoy it as much as I did." Genma waved the tape casually in the air, congratulating himself on having the foresight to change the tape before Happôsai took the camera. Of course, the reality was that the first tape had filled up, and Genma had only switched in a fresh one moments before Happôsai broke down. With any luck he'd be too tired to check out his party with Akane till he recovered, and by then Genma would have made a copy. But not just yet. He had some bones to pick with Akane. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane, who had been a bit too out of it at first to notice Genma's entrance, jumped in fright when she heard his voice. She frantically pulled the sheet over her naked body and blushed bright red in shame. "Sa-Saotome-ojisan, what are you doing here...?" Then she froze and her eyes grew wide as he waved the tape. "Oh no... you didn't see... you didn't _film_...?" she asked in utter dismay. While Akane panicked, Genma noticed he'd just walked on something that stuck to his big toe. Glancingd down, he saw it was just some photo discarded on the floor, and he would have ignored it if not... ... for its content. Picking it, he could see from close that it was a picture taken from an unusual angle, right above... A naked man making love to a naked girl sprawled underneath him. Akane's face, twisted in bliss, was clearly recognizable. And the man... it wasn't his best profile, but it sure looked like that Tarô boy, that was always seeking fights with the Master and Genma's son. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma leaned over and picked up the picture. He arched an eyebrow at Akane. "My, you have been a busy girl. Haven't you?" He tsk-tsked. "Sneaking out behind my son's back and fucking one of his enemies. Or are you going to tell me he raped you?" Genma pretended to give the picture a close examination. OK, he really did give the picture a close examination. Akane's face was really expressive, you could tell that she was really enjoying herself. "Sure doesn't look like rape to me." Genma commented. Making no attempt to conceal the motion, he reached into his pants and adjusted his cock. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane didn't notice the gesture. Still clutching the sheet to her body to hide her... modesty from Genma, she was too busy trying to protest her "innocence". "Noooo!!! Ojisan, you don't understand... it wasn't my fault! The Master, he took pictures of Tarô and me without my knowledge... and then he threatened to show them to Ranma... unless I let him... do some things to me. I couldn't stop him!" Shaking her head and closing her eyes, she vehemently added: "And Tarô... it just happened... but it was all Ranma's fault! That baka never had a nice word for me... never treat me like a fiancée... I wanted just to know what it was like to feel desired...." Now, she was crying and whimpering in a typical Tendô way, showing she was her father's daughter. "Please... don't tell Ranma... I never intended to betray him... it was just an accident... I don't want him to hate me... please, Ojisan!" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma might have accepted that, and used the evidence to force Akane to get closer to Ranma, so the families could finally be joined. But watching Akane with the master, her nubile body twisting in passion, had fired him up, and he only had one thing on his mind, and the means to make it happen. He was going to sample every one of Akane's charms before he was done. Not that he was going to be honest and up front about his desire for her. Genma lifted a hand to his forehead, and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, the shame. I've linked my son to a girl who betrays him because she couldn't control her desire." He looked down at Akane, running his eyes over those parts of her body that were exposed. "And what if I do keep my mouth shut? How do I know you won't just jump into some other boy's bed when you get curious about how it feels?" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane shook her head vehemently, continuing to cry and sob. "No, Ojisan, I swear, it won't happen again, I'll be nicer to Ranma by now, but don't tell anybody, please, Daddy would never forgive me...." Before the Saotome father could answer, though, a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the house, startling both occupants of the room. There was the sound of small feet running all over the house for a little while, after what some yelling in the garden attracted Genma's attention. Unable to contain his curiosity, he looked though the window of Akane's bedroom. And he saw... Happôsai, aloud, shouting in the garden, rushing in panicked. "Thieves! Thieves! Murder! Stop the murderers! Justice! Just Heaven! I am lost! I am killed; they have cut my throat; they have stolen my panties. Who can it be? What has become of him? Where is he? Where does he hide himself? What shall I do to find him? Where to run? Where not to run? Is he not there? Who is it? Stop!" He grabbed himself, pressing his own arm. "Give me back my panties, scoundrel... Ah, it is myself! My senses are wandering, and I do not know where I am, who I am, and what I am doing. Alas! My poor panties! My poor panties! My silky darlings, they have deprived me of you; and as you are taken from me, I have lost my support, my consolation, my joy: everything is at an end for me, and I have nothing more to do in this world. Without you, life becomes impossible. It is all over; I am utterly exhausted; I am dying; I am dead; I am buried." He lay on the ground of the garden, arm crossed like a corpse. OOC: Just a short explanation. Earlier in the RPG, Pansuto-Tarô had stolen all of Happy's collection and hidden it, in order to exchange it for a new name. Happôsai only discovered this now. I've been waiting for ages to include this scene somewhere. Now, can you guess what classical piece of literature I'm parodying? Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma sweatdropped as he watched his Master's antics. He had no real hope that the perverted old freak was really dead, or dying. Soon enough, Genma was sure, he'd be up and looking for who had robbed him. Genma sweated even more. He did not want to be here when Happôsai started his investigation. A thoughtful look crossed his face. Who said he had to run away alone? Genma turned to Akane, and said: "Get dressed. Pack a bag. We're going on a training trip. I'll see if I can cure you of your behavior. Unless, that is, you want me to tell Ranma?" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane blinked, not that happy to be ordered around despite the threat of having her shame revealed. "What, do you mean, a training trip? That's out of question!" Meanwhile, in the garden, Happy had recovered his wits and read again the message left by the criminal that stolen his precious collection. The felony was signed. "PANTYHOOOOOOOSE! You'll pay for that! Wherever you hide, I'll find you!!" And the ancient pervert jumped out of the Tendô grounds in hot search for his worthless godson and his poor, kidnapped panties. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma heaved a sigh of relief. No need to run after all, or was there...? Genma turned to look at Akane again. She was still trying to cover herself with the sheet from the bed, but his memory easily filled in the blanks. He considered. From her behavior, he was pretty sure he could get some sex from her, but it would be risky in this house. Look how he'd stumbled across her and Happôsai. He was a martial arts master; what could be more natural than that he'd take his future daughter-in-law on a training trip to make her worthy of his son? He'd already taken her on one before. Of course, that had only been to keep camp for him and Ranma, and what a disaster that had been. Why, he bet Sôun would be overcome with joy if he were to promise to take Akane under his wing, and teach her all she needed to know. His mind made up, Genma turned to Akane. "Out of the question? I don't think so. You need training, girl. You're a sloppy martial artist, and you have no control over your base urges. We need to correct that." Genma reached out and ripped the sheet Akane was using to cover herself away. "Now, get packed!" Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Yikes!" Akane yelped, her naked body exposed under the Saotome father's glare. "Get out, get out!" she angrily ordered, throwing her pillow at Genma's head. Once she'd pushed the portly martial artist out of her room, she slammed the door, leaned against it and sighed. After a short while, she called: "Okay, okay, I'll get packed, just don't startle me like that again!" Huffing, Akane started to get clothed (with fresh panties and bra, since Happôsai had kept her previous set as part of the "payment") and to pack. If enduring a little bit of training in the mountain with that annoying sycophant Saotome was the price to pay for him keeping his mouth shut, she'll do it. It's not like he would ask for any sexual favor like Happy. Genma was probably impotent anyway, why else would he have left his wife for more than ten years? Akane would sure have preferred to keep an eye on Happôsai, to make sure he wasn't babbling (he promised to give her the negatives, but hadn't done yet), but the old pervert would surely be busy with Tarô for a while. Even better, Akane would have preferred to try her new "skills" on Ranma, proving him once and for all she wasn't unfeminine... but it seemed she'll have to wait before making him swallow all his "uncute" comments. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma allowed Akane to push him out of the room. His mind was already filled with training ideas for the girl. The strange thing was, they really were martial arts training ideas. Even the prospect of having a nubile young girl at his mercy could not sidetrack Genma from his true obsession in life, creating a martial arts legacy. Despite a rather disrespectful attitude toward his father, Ranma was a good step in that direction and a fitting tribute to his superb skills as a trainer. Akane, on the other hand... while Genma had never brought the subject up with Sôun, he'd always felt his old friend had wasted his daughter's potential. By the time he was done with her she'd be a decent candidate for Ranma's wife. He paused, and lechery slipped into his thoughts. A good wife in more ways than one. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane exited her room, carrying a bag. She was now clothed in a pale yellow shirt, clear brown shorts and white, thigh-high stockings. She also had a scowl on her face. Although she'd obeyed the Saotome father, she was making it clear she didn't like it. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma ran his eyes over Akane, taking a good look at her legs. Not just because they were sexy as hell in that get up, but to judge her current potential. Of course he already had a pretty good idea of that, but it was habit. "Give me that!" Genma said, taking Akane's bag from her before she could protest, or stop him. "Hmph, just like I thought.3" Genma said as he pawed through the bag. "Who do you think you're kidding? You won't need these." he said, tossing away several pairs of bras, a half dozen different shirts and assorted shorts and pants, and even a couple of dresses. "You think we're going to a dance?" Genma asked in disgust. Having nearly emptied Akane's bag of everything except a single change of clothes, he filled it back up, with the flat weights from Akane's weight set. He hefted the bag one handed with a grunt. "There, that's better." he said, handing the sixty-kilos bag to Akane. "In a day or so we'll add some rocks to this till you're able to carry a decent load. Now, come on!" he said, setting out for the stairs without a backward look. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "HEEY!!" Akane loudly protested. She glared balefully at the Saotome father, but that didn't stop him in emptying her travel bag except for her gi and some underwear, and filling it with weights. When he handled back the now much heavier bag to her, she huffed and grunted, but refused to bend under the weight. She was strong enough to lift it, but for how long could she travel with it was the question. Still, she stubbornly refused to show any sign of weakness to her new "sensei". Still glaring daggers at Genma, she followed him. If Ranma could takes that kind of training, so could she. Amidst her dark thoughts, she was also thinking that the bag would make an excellent bludgeoning weapon if needed. She got the feeling it could very well, in the near future, "accidentally" slip from her fingers and land on the bald baka's head. Re: Tendô Dôjô Peep Show T.H. Tiger Genma made a stop in his own room to pick up his own pack, which was of course fully made up and ready to go. "Don't dawdle, girl." he growled in his best sensei voice. He wanted to be out of the house and well gone before Sôun or Ranma, not to mention Happôsai, got back. On his way out of the house, he paused to leave a message on Kasumi's message pad. [Taken Akane training trip. Back soon. Genma.] "There, that should keep them from calling the police, for a few weeks," Genma said, putting down the pencil. "Always give yourself a good head start, girl." Genma lectured Akane. Out on the street, Genma gave his shoulders a hitch to settle his backpack, and set off at a good clip, one that would take them out of town in four or five hours. He headed toward the interior, toward the mountains. Japan was overcrowded, but there were still lots of pockets of real wilderness in the rougher mountain regions. Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane, still grumbling, settled the heavy sack on her back. Genma hadn't told where exactly he intended to settle for the training, but she already noticing something weird. "Hey, Ojisan, this isn't the direction of the train station. Where are we going, exactly?" Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger "A martial artist does not need a destination," Genma pontificated. "It's the journey itself that is the true destination." Of course, the truth was, Genma had no real idea. He's just followed habit, and set out for the distant mountains. Hmmm, where to go, he wondered. Mont Terror was out. It was the first place Ranma would look. He didn't want the boy interrupting Akane's training. He'd coddled her far too much already. "We go that way." Genma said, pointing toward the distant hazy mountains. "When we reach them, we'll decide where to go from there. It should only take about sixteen hours. We'll camp when we reach the foothills. "This should be a good warm up for you, girl." Indeed it should. The girl exercised, but she didn't train, not as far as Genma was concerned. If you could still move at the end of a training session, it was a wasted effort. Genma fully expected to be carrying Akane before they reached their destination. Despite his reputation for laziness, Genma did not mind that idea. Akane's one redeeming feature, her stubbornness, would keep her going till she couldn't go any farther, and the shame of being carried would get her further the next day. It would also help her endure the terrible pain her legs would be in when they cramped up after he carried her for a bit. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "You wanna WALK?! That's crazy. Why pulling a Ryôga when we could just take a train?" Akane nonetheless followed, grumbling all along about stupid old, bald and crazy martial artists knowing no better way to train their student than trying to kill them. At least, she grumbled until she realized that she'd better keep her breath for a better use, for example insuring her muscles were oxygenated. Good thing she'd slipped good hiking shoes on her feet before leaving the Dojo. Still, she walked, refusing to show any weakness of hint of fatigue for a few hours, thanks to her stubbornness and martial artist pride. Said pride and stubbornness also allowing her to go on for a few more hours, even once she'd given up hiding that her legs were shaking and her breathing heavy. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger "Step it up, little girl." Genma snarled over his shoulder. "You're holding us up. I'm looking forward to a good night rest after this little walk, and I won't have you delaying us because you're too lazy to move your ass." Despite the censor in his words, Genma was actually quite pleased with Akane. Just as he'd hoped, her stubbornness would keep her moving for far longer than most people. The girl did have potential. Genma gave it another fifteen minutes, their pace slowing to a virtual crawl as Akane slowly succumbed to muscle fatigue. "Oh, I give up!" he cursed, walking back to Akane. "We'll never get there at this rate. I should have known better than to imagine a weak little girl like you could take even minor training. Genma ducked under a weak swing from Akane, and let her literally fall over his shoulder. With barely a grunt to show he was now carrying his bag, Akane's bag, and Akane. Genma set off at a quick pace, ignoring the soreness in his own legs from long practice. His hand cupped Akane's ass, but made no attempt to molest her, settling for merely holding her in place. An hour later, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, Genma arrived at a likely looking forest clearing at the foot of some nameless mountain. Giving a grunt of satisfaction, he let Akane slid off his shoulder and slump to the ground. He then proceeded to set up a rough camp, pulling a large ground tarp out of his own bag. As he cleared an area of rocks and twigs, he kept an ear tuned toward Akane. She was just lying there, but soon she'd be trying to move, and she'd discover what happened to leg muscles that were strained to the limit, and then stopped with no gradual cool down. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block From the moment Genma pulled her on his shoulders, Akane's rage had reached a peak. But she'd been too winded to protest, and her fists lacked strength when she tried to pound him from her perch. So, she settled for glowering during all the rest of the trip. Hard to tell what incensed her the most: the "little girl" comment, the caveman attitude, or the hand on her butt. One sure thing, she'd been keeping the bald martial artist warm with her aura. When they finally reached destination, Akane had lay here for a short while just as Genma expected. Then, grumbling about some "moronic old bald sadistic pervert pseudo-sensei," she indeed tried to get back to her feet... with an Anything Goes instant stand! And she indeed performed the maneuver flawlessly... except the second her frazzled legs started supporting her weight anew, a violent shaking ran through her whole body, starting at her feet and soon reaching the top of her head, messing with her hair. Giving up, she unceremoniously landed on her butt. Sighing, and shoulders slumping in defeat, she resigned to crawl toward the camping bag with their supplies. "I'm going to cook...." she said in a defeated tone. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma, who had finished setting up his bedding, sweatdropped and fought down the urge to run. Controlling himself, he picked a cup of instant ramen from his bag and then extracted a kettle. "Fine, you make yourself whatever you want," Genma said. "I'm set myself." Genma watched Akane out of the corner of his eye as she entered her chaos mode. His fingers working on their own started a tiny fire, just big enough to heat his kettle. He was actually impressed with Akane. He had been sure she'd be suffering agonizing leg cramps by now. She was in better shape than he had thought. Still, it was early, and she hadn't had a proper cool down, bending and stretching her abused legs while she prepared her dinner might initiate it. If not, he'd push her harder tomorrow. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane, still avoiding standing any more than needed, prepared her... dish. Whatever it was. It sure contained a lot of ingredients, not all of them identifiable. Turning her head around, she frowned. That was quite unlike Genma to ignore food. Why would he settle for mere instant noodles when he could have something much more tasty for dinner? Staggering toward her future father-in-law with her pot in hand, she started without break to pour... something on the instant ramen, while saying: "Ojisan, you're not going to live just on ramen after such a hike? Here, at least try my sauce, it sure will liven it up!" Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma had been expecting this, and in full sensei mode, slipped his cup of noodles out from under Akane's pot before she could pore. "You eat it!" he commanded. "A true martial artist can subsist on the air he breaths. If he has to." "When I was a student, the master would make me go weeks without food. I won't do that to you, but I won't have you wasting food either. I expect you to eat everything you cooked before you go to bed tonight. There are no fridges or snap-topped bowls for food storage in the wild." Genma had tossed his only son into a pit of hungry cats in the name of training. But even he had a twinge of regret for what he had just sentenced Akane to. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane frowned, glared at Genma, and finally huffed in annoyance. "Very well, if you don't want it, don't force yourself! I'll leave you with your bland food and stuff myself!" So, she turned around, not seeing the drop that she aimed at the noodles frizzled the rock it has landed on. Genma did notice it, though, and with some trepidation he could only watch as Akane stirred the preparation and brought a spoonful toward her lips.... Fortunately, the "food" never reached destination... the spoon surrendered before that, leaving only a smoking handle. The saucepan gave up shortly after, it's content falling on the ground as the bottom of the stainless steel utensil was completely eaten. "What the...?" the startled Akane asked, blinking in disbelief. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma's eyes narrowed. "Foolish girl. Wasting food. Maybe going a night without food will make you respect it more." He kicked dirt over Akane's fire, smothering it, or seeming to. In fact, he was banking the coals. With luck there would be live coals under the dirt in the morning, making it easy to start a fire. An important consideration as Genma now poured some cold water over his head and transformed into a Panda. [Getting cold, too bad you didn't think to pack a blanket.] Genma signed, as he lay down on the broad ground sheet. The sheet was the one he'd shared with Ranma on their trips, and was big enough for two. Of course, with Genma in panda form, the extra space was just barely big enough for a small girl. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane glared at the annoying man-turned-panda. She was fed up with his casual dismissal of her. "Hey, you're the one who 'packed' my bag, stupid!" Firmly decided to show him that she WASN'T like Ranma -- i.e., she didn't let stupid people walk all over her -- she grabbed the blanket, and booted the panda away from the ground sheet. "You didn't need a blanket anyway, you got all that fur to keep you warm!" she said while wrapping herself in the now spacious sheet, not bothering to take off her clothes. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma rolled with the blow. He got to his feet with an annoyed expression on his panda face. He could see that Akane needed a bit of a lesson in reality. He'd been taking it easy on her, that ended now. He marched over and stripped the sheet from her with a sharp pull, spinning her a half dozen times in the process. Catching her by the back of the neck, he wumped down on his fury rear, and pulled her over his stubby legs. [This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me] the sign in his free paw said. The sign was much smaller than the usual ones Genma employed, indeed, it looked more like a ping- pong paddle than the crude boards that made up Genma's regular signs. Just the right size and shape as it turned out, however, for what Genma had in mind. Holding Akane firmly in place, Genma brought the sign, cum paddle, down sharply on her rear. Genma had a grim expression on his face. Sôun and Ranma had coddled the girl, let her get away with her displays of temper, and never thinking about how badly they crippled her by letting her think her skill and talent was adequate. In reality, Ranma could have thrashed her at the age of eight, and she didn't even come close to being good enough to make him break a sweat. He fully intended to correct that, but the first step was going to have to be to show her just how much she needed to learn. Let the lesson commence. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane was a bit dazed by the sudden full-body spin as Genma pulled the blanket. Her whirly eyes refocused just in time to read the sign. "WHA...?!" she protested, realizing what position she was in. Her arms and legs trashed frantically, at full Tokyo-Moving speed... until the paddle landed on her butt. The shorts she was wearing didn't dull the impact much. "AH-OUCH!!" she yelled, big tears immediately forming in her eyes. Spanking wasn't something she was used to, at least not since her mother's death. Her father was too pussy-wiped to ever do it, and Kasumi, despite her motherly role, was plain too nice and always preferred scolding her sisters rather than punishing them. So, even with all her martial art training, her fanny was one sensitive spot and this HURT! "Gaaah, let go you bastard!! I'm gonna KILL you!" Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma's reaction was to bring the paddle/sign down firmly on Akane's butt. The sign now read. [Take your punishment like a man, girl.] How did he do it, anyway? Deaf to Akane's insults -- well, not deaf but unmoved by them... well, maybe not unmoved, just not moved in the way Akane wished for --, Genma continued to spank her like an unruly toddler. Genma was not ignorant of the sexual dynamic of a grown man spanking a grown woman, more or less, but in this case it was pure chastisement on his part. Genma possessed great focus, and that focus was currently aimed at whipping Akane into some sort of martial artist, and not in getting some kinky pleasure. The paddle bounced off of Akane's butt in a nice pleasing manner, rebounding just enough that Genma could minimize his own effort, while not sacrificing any pain in regards to Akane's lesson. The spanking continued for about fifteen minutes, or for about how long it took for Akane to stop insulting Genma. She was a stubborn girl that was for sure, Genma reminded himself as he casually set aside the paddle and lay down on the ground sheet. This time he didn't leave Akane free to vent her anger once her bottom cooled. Holding her firmly in one furry, and very large arm, he pulled her alongside himself as he wiggled a bit to get comfortable. His arm pinned Akane's arm, and hopefully she'd think twice about trying to kick him, which would only make him angry again. He didn't bother to recover the blanket he'd stripped her of. Like she had said, he had fur, and if she got cold, she could cuddle a bit closer to him for warmth. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Gritting teeth, clenching fists and eyes flooding with tears, Akane endured the spanking. She hated Genma for doing that to her. The bastard panda had no right to punish her like this. Only her Daddy could give her spankings (if he'd actually got the balls for it). Her daddy... or Ranma. With a start, Akane realized she'd been fantasizing about Ranma tanning her bottom. What she feared the most, if he'd discovered her infidelities, would be of Ranma dropping her and going to another fiancée. But if he'd rather keep her, and punish her for her wanton lust... then she'd be his completely devoted slave, if only it meant he'd stay with her. Sobbing and crying in shame, she tried to imagine it wasn't one nasty panda paddling her, but her baka, manly hunk of a fiancé. Frowning at her with his so-blue eyes. Manhandling her naughty bottom for having ever let another man than him touch it. Reminding her she was his property, his thing, his fiancée. Akane was deep into her fantasy when Genma finally stopped spanking, and pinned her against his furry body. Whimpering in pain, but also in need, she cuddled the panda, seeking its warmth. Her nipples were poking through the fabric of her top and the front of her shorts were wet. Without thinking, her hips moved against the furry body, rubbing her loins against his fat belly. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger So lost had he been in his mindset of training, Genma had almost forgotten what had started this whole mess. He was reminded strongly of that when Akane started to rub against him. He resisted the temptation to take advantage of the wanton little slut. For about two seconds. He was a man after all. The furry arm that had hugged Akane up against his thick warm fur shifted sliding down her back, till a furry paw cupped Akane's sore bottom. The long claw that tipped Genma's stubby finger slipped into the crack of Akane's ass, and tickled her little rear opening. Between his legs, Genma's panda cock started to slid out of its sheath, thick and glistening. It brushed against one of Akane's thighs, leaving a wet smear behind. Genma rolled, holding Akane tightly, till she was on top of him, her legs hanging down on either side of his broad body. His other arm, not free, reached around Akane and pulled her tightly against his furry chest as his other paw continued to paw between her legs. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane whimpered in mixed pain and... something else as Genma's paw lingered on her bottom, and the claw pushed the fabric of her shorts and panties in the cleft of her butt, rubbing her little rosebud. Strangely, even as the panda cock unsheathed and touched her bare thigh, between the hem of the shorts and the long, mid-thighs sock she was wearing, she didn't yell "Pervert!" Somehow, despite her tendencies to brand every boy as a lecher, she could hardly think of Genma as a sexual predator. The man had been hiding from his wife for more than ten years, and considering how clueless was Ranma about the subject, it was hard to believe his lazy father could even get and erection. Adding to that his current form of a furry beast, Akane was simply not realizing her position. Panda-san was merely like a big plush toy that she could use as masturbation help. That his paws were "fingering" her bottom so nicely was an added bonus, but she still wasn't making the connection with any sexual intent. Truth to tell, her mind was a bit hazy anyway from today's emotions and the exhausting hike. So, closing her teary eyes, she started to moan and sigh. Wiggling under his grasp, she rubbed as best as she could against the warm, large body of the plantigrade underneath her. She surprised herself by wishing her clothes weren't in the way, curious of what the soft, black and white fur would fell like against her naked skin. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma had been one of Happôsai's disciples. One of only two that the old pervert had ever seriously trained. Mostly, that had meant Genma received training in enduring abuse, but he had learned certain skills, skills which he never used, and skills that he'd modified to his own purpose. Such was the case regarding Happôsai's talent for removing female undergarments without letting the female in question know about this. That technique had been the starting point for Genma's soft Senken technique, the art of breaking into a home secretly. Now, using that technique for the first time for its original purpose, Genma's panda claws, suddenly razor sharp, danced over Akane's body, and when he stopped, her clothing was in loose tatters, tatters that he easily slipped out from under her, leaving her nude body laying on top of his furry chest and belly. Genma was actually rather proud of his fur. Maybe because of his lack of hair as a man. Due to the frequent changes he made, it was silky soft with none of the imbedded dirt and twigs, not to mention fleas, ticks and other insects you might expect to find on a wild panda. Fond as he was of it, however, he'd never really considered its aphrodisiac properties. An oversight he now realized as Akane couldn't seem to get enough of it, squirming her body against his as if trying to bury herself in his thick blush coat. His large arms circled her, one going back to her now bare ass, which it stroked gently, easing the pain of her spanking. The other fury paw stroked up and down her back. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane gasped in startled surprise, as her clothes suddenly seemed to vanish. Blinking, she found herself wearing only her mid-thighs white socks, the rest of her girly shape bare against the soft, warm panda. 'Is this a dream?' she wondered, confused. Trying to sort out reality from fantasy was hard, though, especially with the distracting effect of Genma's paws on her back and butt. Moaning, Akane couldn't help herself from enjoying the feeling of the silky fur on her skin. Straddling the round shape of Panda-san's belly, she stroked her puffy, dripping sex on this velvety coat, leaving wet trails of juice. Her breasts, too, were excited by the animalistic contact, the erect nipples poking Genma's chest. The Tendô girl was still in the fantasy she started, imagining Ranma's soft hands on her feverish body instead of bear's paw. That's why she was loath of making a reality check, the pleasure she felt was too enticing. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Unlike Akane, Genma was not receiving as much physical stimulation as the girl on top of him. Where his fur caressed and stimulated her, it actually insulated him to a certain extent. But the mental stimulation was fully functional. The knowledge that a nubile teenage girl was squirming around on top of his body was stimulating Genma to great heights. In fact, for the very first time since he'd received his curse, his panda cock was nearing full erection. When Genma had buried Happôsai, he'd also tried to divest himself of what he saw as the master's greatest weakness, his libido. Genma had worked hard to suppress the sexual urge ever since that day. But, like any dam, unless you supply some form of pressure relief, it will eventually blow. Genma had experienced a lot of sexual stimulation in the last few days, and his dam wasn't just cracking, it was on the verge of a catastrophic collapse. The dick that was emerging from Genma's sheath would have amazed any naturalist, as it was far from being a typical Panda penis. Nearly sixteen inches long, pointy at the tip, but widening to nearly four inches thick at the base, it was an awesome sexual weapon, not something that the normal panda sported. There was a very good reason for this, and like most things in Genma's life, it was the result of greed, and a failure to read instructions. A week or so before Jusenkyô, Genma had attended a fire sale. This involved dashing into a burning building, and grabbing everything he could carry. To his disgust, most of what he'd grabbed had been sexual aids. Dildo's, ball gags, edible panties, and so on. He'd disposed of almost all of it in the nearest dumpster. The only thing he'd kept had been several packets of what he thought were flavored drink mix. They weren't. Genma had forgotten about the packets until the week after getting his panda curse. He'd found them while rooting through his backpack, and had treated himself to one. The one word on the package he recognized was chocolate, but to his disgust, it had proven to taste pretty disgusting, even by his standards. He'd thrown away the rest, and forgotten about it. But it hadn't forgotten him. The package had indeed contained chocolate flavoring, but in the spirit of edible panties and flavored lubrication, it had been meant to flavor something besides water. It was in fact a cheap, short term, magical item, designed to alter the flavor of a man's sperm. In the case of Genma's package, to chocolate. Prominently on the package were dire warning about mixing it with other magical effects, like for instance, a Jusenkyô curse. Needless to say, Genma had never read them. When Genma was rained on shortly after drinking the disappointing mixture, the magic of his curse melded with the magic of the package. First it became an integral part of Genma's curse, causing his panda sperm to be permanently chocolate-flavored. But it also interfered with the curse, causing the magic to warp slightly. The result was that while the curse increased the mass of Genma's body by a factor of about three, it affected his sexual organs by a factor of about ten. That mass creation mix-up also extended to his balls, making them swell when he was aroused and giving them the ability to create sperm by the pint instead of the teaspoon. All of this was of course completely unknown to Genma. The only way it currently impacted on him was as his swelling penis slipped up between Akane's wide spread legs, and rubbed against first one thigh and then another as she squirmed on top of him. Unlike the rest of him, his prick was not fur covered, and he could feel Akane's skin very well with it. Genma's paws moved from caressing Akane, to pushing her downward toward that now fully erect cock, eager to feel much more of her. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The youngest Tendô moaned as Genma pushed her exposed body down his belly, her breasts and sex rubbing the fur, the later leaving a trail of womanly juices. The animal cock, that till now just brushed her thighs, finally lodged against her crotch at the end of her descent. Akane gasped; the large, warm pole of flesh had been just a slight distraction at first, but now if was impossible to ignore. "Wha...?" she mumbled, pushing herself off the panda with her arms and craning her neck to look behind her shoulder. When she saw the flagpole that was jutting between her thighs and casting a shadow over her moonlit bare butt, she blushed hard. Instinctively, she closed her legs to trap it and feel if it was, indeed, real. The jolt of pleasure from the bald, smooth, hard panda flesh pressing her thighs and pussy answered her. Akane wasn't so sure if she really was dreaming. Still, when she forged an opinion about someone, she was hard to shake in her certitudes. And, like she believed without question that Ranma was an utter pervert, her outlook on Genma was also cast in stone. It was a given he was a lazy, glutton, dishonest, thieving, good-for-nothing panda; nobody would contradict her on that. But she also persuaded herself Genma could only be impotent. She couldn't see any other explanation for him abandoning his wife like that. That's why, when confronted with the amazing panda-hood, Akane refused to come to the logical conclusion -- that her future father-in-law was just trying to abuse of her young, nubile, tasty body just like his master before him. Instead, she was putting the sight on behalf of a way-too-naughty fantasy. It was all that baka Ranma's fault, anyway, for leaving her hanging so long and never satisfying her urges. Because of him, now she had weirder and weirder wet dreams. Just look what innocently sleeping next to the panda form of Ranma's father was making her imagine.... Still, as she proved with Happôsai, Akane wasn't against experimenting weird kinks, either in fantasy or reality. Being surrounded all the time by aquatranssexual fiancé, smart-ass sister, lecherous sempai, perverted boys, gossiping friends, Amazon bimbos, gender-challenger cross-dressers and wicked martial art masters could corrupt even an innocent maiden like her. Licking her lips, Akane scampered on top of the panda now that he wasn't any longer pinning her. Turning her body completely around, she plastered herself again, her rump now facing the panda's snout. Her small hand reached the large penile appendage and roamed over its warm, blood-engorged flesh. She marveled at its size, and the size of the large testicles, whose shape she could only guess in the pale light. Gulping, she peered at the tip of the large cock, small compared to the size of the rest of the conical organ, and wondered if she'd dare. Then her stomach grumbled, reminding her she hadn't eaten tonight because of her last culinary fiasco. This dispelled her last hesitation, and she opened her mouth in a cute O. Tongue lashing for her first lick, she tasted the musky panda flavor. Her pouty lips then closed around sensitive head, bathing it in warm wetness. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma had occasionally splurged on a foot massage. Not getting his feet rubbed, having a cute girl walk on his back. What a dummy. Having a naked teenager squirm around on your belly and chest had that beat all- hollow. Akane's nipples were so hard that Genma could actually feel them against his skin through his fur. For the rest, however, it was mainly pressure and imagination. Well, no, there was something else. Akane's fingers and toes were digging into his body through his fur as she used them to move herself around. Genma was discovering what most furry creatures already knew, how nice it was to have someone scratch you in just the right spot. Little shivers of delight trembled his muscles as Akane's fingers dug into his sides as she turned herself around. One of Genma's legs shuddered in reaction. "Growf, growf, growf!" he grunted. Translated as "Oh yeah, baby, that's the spot, scratch it good." Genma's muscles shivered in delight, but he was distracted from the feeling by a heady musky smell. During her squirming, Akane had switched end on him, and now her legs were dangling on either side of his thick neck, and her soaking cunt was inches away from his nose. Genma's nose as a panda was a dozen times more sensitive than his human nose, and Akane's arousal bloated out all other awareness. As a panda, Genma was much closer to the animal than a regular human. Akane's arousal stirred the animal in him, just as the scent of a female panda in heat would stir a normal panda. His tongue, long and limber, and as much a digit as his human fingers, snaked out and licked between Akane's legs. The broad, coarse muscle stroked from the bottom of her pussy, up her slit and over her little ass dimple into the crevice of her ass. His huge paws reached out and pulled on opposite sides of Akane's ass, spreading her wide and giving Genma's tongue full access to every inch of her inner flesh. The sensitive tip pushed against the small pink dimple of Akane's twat, and squirmed its way inside, pushing aside her flesh and savoring the rich flavor of her. When Akane's mouth circled the head of his cock, he gasped, blowing a great gust of hot moist air over her exposed inner flesh. The feel of her warm oral opening surrounding his quivering cock tip was just about the most wonderful thing he'd felt in a long time. His hips jolted upward, trying to shove more of his cock into her mouth, at the same time he lashed her pussy with his tongue. Genma rocked from side to side, and then rolled over, his hands holding Akane in place as switched position with her. He ended up on top of her, only his knees and elbows keeping her from being crushed beneath his weight. But, even so, his furry bulk squashed her against the ground, and held her firmly in place as his muzzle moved between her legs and sent his tongue diving deep into her pussy. His cock jerked back and forth, driving four or five inches in and out of her mouth as he slobbered between her legs. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane's eyes bulged and her face twisted in pleasure when she felt the incredible panda tongue slither all over her womanhood, from clit to rosebud. The large paw grabbing her bruised ass and spreading her buttocks and thighs sent a little jolt of pain, but that was nothing compared to the bliss induced by the muscular, snake-like organ licking her dewed petals and slipping inside her honey pot to fetch the nectar. She already experienced what a very skilled cunnilingus could feel like this very morning with Happôsai -- the old pervert sure knew how to use mouth, tongue and fingers in all the right spots to get a girl flowing and squirming. But even the ancient master couldn't hold comparison with the amazing feeling of the dexterous appendage wiggling inside her pussy, stimulating every little nook and crannies while lapping her tasty juices. Akane would have moaned loudly if her mouth wasn't full of panda cock. The sudden move of the animal's hips surprised by shoving more of the shaft in her oral cavity, but the narrow-tipped shape of the penis allowed it to slip in her throat without much pain or difficulties. Then, the huge beast rolled over and Akane tried to yelp, her voice muffled by the large fleshy pacifier she was sucking. Now with her back against the sheet and sprawled under the panda, she knew a very short scare as she feared the weight of the bear would crush her, before she realized he was perfectly balancing his weight atop her, simply pinning her on the ground. Any coherent thoughts then left the Tendô girl's minds, as both her accessible hole were shoved with large amount of panda meat. The big ursine maw, feasting on her aroused genitalia like it was a beehive bursting of scrumptious honey, was overloading her brain with raw pleasure. The huge fleshy pole fucking her mouth was a bit too much, though. She hadn't gotten much experience with fellatio. Tarô stopped before cumming in her mouth, and Nodoka had hogged Ryû's shaft to herself most of the time. She sucked Happy's ki-dong, true, but although it was a weird experiment in itself it wasn't the like the real thing. Trying not to gag or suffocate from the humongous pole ramming her throat, she grabbed it firmly in her hands to squeeze the panda-hood and get better control over the speed of its thrusts. She was just worried about breathing, though, not utterly refusing the bestial blowjob. She was, in fact, slightly curious of the taste, having only ever sampled male sperm once (and second-handedly, by sucking on Nodoka's breasts just after she gave Ryû a tit-job). Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma growfed into Akane's pussy as he continued to dine on her succulent juices, his long limber tongue reaching deep into Akane to scavenge every drop of girl sap. He didn't neglect the rest of her either. Letting his weight drop slightly, he let his big belly press hard against Akane, squishing outward and pining her immobile against the ground. Genma's soft fur massaged Akane's belly and breasts. Not that this was the reason Genma was doing it. He was interested in his own pleasure, and the feel of Akane's subtle young body pinned under him was heaven, almost as heavenly as the feel of her mouth wrapped around his dick. Oh, but that was good, he thought. Genma had no idea how big he was down there, he'd never checked it out. All he knew was he could feel himself deep in Akane's mouth, actually feel the back of her throat on his inward thrusts. Could feel her lips tight around his shaft. She wasn't experienced, he could tell that by her uncertain mouth work, and the muffled choking and spitting, but to his mis-credit, that just made it more exciting for him. He'd been afraid she'd be a real seasoned slut. Instead, it looked like he'd gotten to her before she'd got overripe. (Yes, Genma is a pig.) Genma leisurely humped his thick hips, moving his wang in and out of Akane's mouth. He was in no hurry to end this. He wanted to make this an experience Akane would never forget. His thick dick started leaking great amounts of pre-cum as Genma continued to lather attention on Akane's pussy. Genma was pleased to feel Akane's sucking increase in intensity. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane was doing her best to keep her breathing steady, but with the large fleshy pole fucking her face and mouth it was not that easy. Droplets of sticky pre-cum to fell on her tongue and throat, and she blinked in surprise. Chocolate? The panda sperm tasted like chocolate? Akane would have giggled if her mouth weren't so full right now. No more doubt about it, she was making some silly, naughty dream. Any shreds of restraint she could have left at this point against the whole thing left her. Her stocking-clad legs wrapped around the panda's head, urging him to not stop the incredible muff-eating. The way his maw ravaged her little twat, and his long tongue reached so deep in her love hole was making her honey flow generously. The added stimulation of the wondrous fur rubbing her chest, and the overwhelming weight and warmth of the beast atop her excited her to no end. She sucked greedily on the massive ursine erection, hoping to get more of the delicious stuff. She had no need to bob her head, the humping of the panda's hips was bringing more than enough of its length in her hot mouth. Her lips and tongue were leaving trails of glistening saliva on the bald shaft, and her throat squeezed the bulbous tip at every opportunity. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Akane's heels dug into the thick fur behind Genma's ears, and caused the most wonderful feelings. Maybe not so wonderful as the feel of her mouth sucking his cock, but pretty good. Genma's ego had never allowed him to lower himself to being petted like a pet, now he was regretting that standoffishness. The next time Kasumi wanted to brush him out, he'd eagerly let her. To reward Akane, he snaked his tongue deeper than ever into her twat, the base of his thick tongue stretching her opening and stimulating her outer nerves. Drawing his tongue out slowly, he danced the sensitive tip over the outer lips and her clit. He was rewarded by moans from Akane, which was immediate positive feedback as the moans made her lips vibrate around his cock. Genma had been trying to stretch out this encounter, but he was finding that abstinence had not made his job easy. A fire began to build in his furry balls, and small driblets of sperm began to dribble from his cock- head, precursors of what was to come. Genma's hips suddenly thrust forward, shoving the tip of his cock into the opening of Akane's throat as he began to cum. Great gouts of sperm shot down Akane's throat, straight into her belly. Genma gave little grunts and growls, and his hips shifted again, pulling back so his sperm flooded directly into Akane's mouth, swelling her cheeks and spurting out around the edges of her mouth. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane should have been worried of drowning under the onslaught of chocolate-flavored panda sperm flooding her mouth. It was shooting deep in her throat, spurt after spurt, but she couldn't gulp down all of it, and the stuff was escaping from her lips to dribble on her chin and cheeks. But she was past those kinds of consideration... because the wondrous tongue-work of the bear, tickling all the right spot simultaneously, had her cumming her brains out at the same time as the cursed martial artist. Her nubile body shook with pleasure, her legs reflexively clutching the panda's neck and scratching harder. Her honey pot gushed with sweet womanly nectar, splashing the muzzle of the big, lecherous beast. In reflex, the strong folds of her muscular sheath clamped around the long, serpentine tongue of the panda, pinching it in place. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip T.H. Tiger Genma's taste buds exploded with flavor as Akane's cunt clamped down on his tongue, milking it like a prick. Unlike a human, however, Genma's tongue was very much a functional tool, and extra digit to help the panda gather succulent bamboo shoots. As such, it was a very strong a limber accessory, more than a match for Akane's spasming's pussy. Genma drove it in and out of Akane, stimulating her to new heights. At the same time, his eyes were starting to cross from the sensation coming from his loins. He felt like his entire insides was melting down and shooting out the tip of his prick. It had been ages since he could remember cumming like this. His back curled up in reaction, his legs stiffening, and the result was to pull his prick out of Akane's mouth, and shoot his last few loads over her face and chest. Genma sagged down as the flood turned into a trickle, and his prick slid between Akane's breasts, squishing in the thick cream he'd just deposited there. Genma rolled over onto his side, and then his back. Akane was left sprawling on the ground beside him, her legs spread, and her entire upper body glistening with his spending. A few minutes later, Genma's rabid breathing slowed and he slipped into sleep. Re: Training Trap... er... Trip St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane scooped all the droplets of cum on her chin and bosom with her fingers and greedily brought them to her mouth. It really had the rich taste of chocolate, with just proven how silly a dream could be. While finishing cleaning her breasts, she absentmindedly squeezed the boobs and toyed with the nipples. Her hands then idly lingered on her dripping snatch, just resting there rather than fingering herself, most of the itch having been taken care off by the panda tongue. Akane looked toward the panda and blinked at seeing the large animal snoring. Then she giggled. She realized she'd been somewhat expecting to be ridding his large ursine cock like there was now tomorrow before the end of the night. But even for a wet dream, it would be a bit *too much*. So, she sighed and discarded the idea. That was all that pervert Ranma's fault for making her so needy and putting all those naughty thoughts in her head. A gust of wind over her naked skin made her shiver. She quickly cuddled next to the warm body of the panda, his soft fur again tickling her exposed bosom, belly and thighs. Moaning with satisfaction, she pulled the blanket over her nude back and shapely butt. Soon, the Tendô girl was drifting in the sleep of the sexually sated. [TO BE CONCLUDED IN EPISODE 20]