RANMA 1/2 HENTAI RPG - 20

Compilation and proofreading by St Fan


[CONTINUED FROM EPISODES 18 & 19]

Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma mumbled to himself.  Damn that tricky Nabiki!  She had him all 
worked up, ready to fuck her into oblivion, even promising that he could 
get her ass...

And then, she suddenly "remembered" she had some important meeting with 
her friends, and swiftly got away from the Nekohanten.  Leaving him with 
an acute case of blue balls, and as dumbfounded as Shampoo.  This was 
probably the middle Tendô daughter's idea of a practical joke.

Ranma was mad.  It didn't even come to his mind that he could have taken 
care of his arousal immediately with Shampoo.  He was dead-set on giving 
Nabiki what she deserved, and made her respect her promises, even if 
he'd to throw her on her bed and rip her clothes off and.... whatever.

So, a rather irate Ranma-kun had headed back to the Dojo, intent on 
waiting for Nabiki and putting an end to their unfinished business.  
Unfortunately, what he found there was Sôun Tendô doing a good imitation 
of a fountain (as usual).  Between the flooding sobs, Ranma managed to 
understand that the father found a note saying that Genma had taken 
Akane into a training trip, of all things!

Of course, it wasn't long before a demon-headed Sôun put al the fault on 
Ranma, reminding him that his place was with his fiancée, that he should 
have accompanied her, and that he'd better find the both of them quick 
if he'd ever want to be welcomed again in this house.

Grumbling, Ranma had to take his backpack and comply.  Not that he 
wasn't also himself a bit worried about the Tendô girl.  She had neither 
the training nor the skill to endure Genma's usual martial art regimen.  
What had taken stupid Oyaji to bring her into a training trip?  And what 
had taken the Tomboy to accept?  Sighing, Ranma guessed easily the 
answer to this last one; Akane was easily goaded into this kind of 
things.  Just look at that time she accepted swimming lessons from 
Principal Kunô of all people!

Now, Ranma had another little problem.  He had no idea just where 
exactly his father has taken his fiancée.  The old panda could be quite 
sneaky when he wanted to, and hard to track as many swindled shopkeepers 
could attest.

So, Ranma had no choice than to enlist the help of the best tracker he 
knew.  She'd followed them all the way from China to Japan a while ago, 
no doubt she'll be able to find his baka Oyaji and baka iinazuke in a 
jiffy.

"Hu... so... Shampoo?  Do yah accept?  You wanna help me track down my 
father and Akane...?  I'll... make it up to yah."


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blinked, then tilted her head to the side a bit.  She was still 
trying to absorb everything, and curiously wondered why Genma would take 
Akane, instead of Ranma himself.  "Wait.  Let Shampoo get this straight.  
You want Shampoo to take Ranma to find Akane and Papa Bear, right?  But 
what if Shampoo lead Ranma back to Amazon village instead?  Ranma trust 
Shampoo?" she asked.

Of course, Shampoo wasn't that interested in taking Ranma home to her 
village, as much as the curious kitty was in finding out what kind of 
dirty things Akane and Genma were cooking up.  She tried not to let her 
imagination get away with her, as she began to envision Akane doing the 
horizontal mambo with a panda.

"Shampoo do it!" she said, and stood up.  "Shampoo find Ranma's father 
and Akane... and Shampoo no stop until she find!" she said, and pulled 
Ranma out the door.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

> Shampoo blinked, then tilted her head to the side a bit.  She was 
> still trying to absorb everything, and curiously wondered why Genma 
> would take Akane, instead of Ranma himself.  "Wait.  Let Shampoo get 
> this straight.  You want Shampoo to take Ranma to find Akane and 
> Papa Bear, right?  But what if Shampoo lead Ranma back to Amazon 
> village instead?  Ranma trust Shampoo?" she asked.

Ranma chuckled at that.  "Err... well that would be a little hard 
anyway.  I guess I would notice if we try to cross the Sea of Japan...."

Still, that was a good question.  But Ranma guessed he could trust 
Shampoo for a while.  After all, she showed she was past jealousy while 
watching him with Nabiki.  He didn't see why she would act different 
with Akane.

> Of course, Shampoo wasn't that interested in taking Ranma home to her 
> village, as much as the curious kitty was in finding out what kind of 
> dirty things Akane and Genma were cooking up.  She tried not to let 
> her imagination get away with her, as she began to envision Akane 
> doing the horizontal mambo with a panda.

Note that this thought had never crossed Ranma's mind.  Proving that he 
was still innocent on some counts.  (And that Shampoo had a definitely 
kinky mind.)

> "Shampoo do it!" she said, and stood up.  "Shampoo find Ranma's 
> father and Akane... and Shampoo no stop until she find!" she said, 
> and pulled Ranma out the door.

"Glad you agree..." Ranma mumbled while the purple-haired girl dragged 
him almost horizontally.  They wouldn't find many hints in Nerima 
itself, so the couple left town and headed for the common training 
grounds Ranma knew.  Then it would be up to the Amazon to tell if any 
trace of passage was recent.

Of course, trekking in the wilderness with his cute, stacked Amazon wife 
had never been a deciding consideration to bring her along.  That just 
wasn't his style.  It would never even graze his mind.  Really.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo looked around.  It had been so long since she had been here, 
that she wasn't sure if anything changed.  "Shampoo think that someone 
was here at least." she said, touching a small broken branch.  She 
looked at Ranma, then tilted her head to the side, before looking 
around, then back towards him again.  "Where you think they go, Ranma?" 
she asked.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"I'm not sure..." the pigtailed martial artist answered, a large 
backpack on his shoulders.  They checked Genma's usual training spots, 
but the old fart could very well have chosen a new one just to throw 
pursuers off.

"You don't see any panda traces?  That would be a dead giveaway..."

They'd have to check with the locals for any panda sightings.  For now, 
though, Ranma just sighed while watching the forest, as the light of the 
day declined.

"I guess we'll have to wait for tomorrow, though.  It is getting dark, 
we shoulda camp here."

OOC: The panda/Akane thread in one day ahead (since they already went by 
a night).  Assuming Ranma and Shampoo started searching the same day 
Genma kidnapped Akane, they'll have to spend a night before "finding" 
the other group.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo nodded, and looked around.  It wasn't China, but it sure 
reminded her of home, in a way.  She looked at Ranma, then looked 
around, not seeing any kind of river, or anything like that.  "Well, 
Shampoo bring instant ramen if Ranma want." she said, then blinked.  
"Wait.  Shampoo go get firewood first." she said, and wandered off.

"What Shampoo thinking?  There no way Shampoo get Ranma go back China 
with her." she told herself, as she walked around, picking up branches 
and other wood pieces.  "Shampoo stupid for thinking that she could get 
plan to go back China work." she thought to herself.  "Or is it?" she 
asked, then proceeded to think up something.


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Ranma watched Shampoo took of to prepare the dinner.  At least, with her 
he didn't risk a stomachache.  He shook his head suddenly, realizing 
he'd been peering at her ass under the hot pants.  Geez, just because 
they'd been intimate didn't mean he could think about that all the time.

Shrugging, Ranma started to set up the tent and the camping gear.  He 
wondered if it was a good choice to go after Akane.  Okay, her father 
threatened him of a fate worse than death if he didn't.  And sure, the 
Tomboy could never take the same training regimen he did.  But it wasn't 
like Genma was some maniacal rapist.  The old panda was mainly hot air; 
he wouldn't hurt Akane -- at least, not on purpose.

Still, the pigtailed boy found he was eager to retrieve his fiancée.  
Why, he didn't know.  It's not like the prudish tomboy would let him 
have his fun just like Shampoo, Ranko-chan or that bitch Nabiki.  Nah... 
would never happen.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo didn't realize it at first, but found herself doodling on the 
ground with a stick, while she was deep in thought, which was something 
amazing for the rather narrow-minded Amazon.  She wondered about Akane 
and Genma, wondering if maybe the old panda had a thing for younger 
girls... or perhaps Akane was working her way into the Saotome household 
through its patriarch, before shaking her head.  "Shampoo must be in 
heat.  Shampoo not think such dirty thoughts before.  Shampoo wonder if 
Ranma sleep nude...." she told herself.


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Ranma couldn't see Shampoo fully between the trees, but he could see her 
head of lavender hair peeking from time to time.  It took her awfully 
long to gather wood, he wondered what she was doing.

"Yo, Shampoo, yah got a problem?  Wanna help?"


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blinked as she was brought back to reality.  "Shampoo just 
thinking, that's all." she said, bringing back a handful of firewood.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

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Ranma, although an all-time jerk, had enough sense for once to not blurt 
something along the line that it was unusual.  Shampoo may not have as 
short a temper as Akane, but she still could get crossed easily, and 
held longer grudges.

Rubbing the back of his hair, he admitted that he, too, had been more 
prone to thinking lately.  Even about subject like her usually avoided, 
like his relationship(s) with his fiancée(s).

Kneeling next to tent, he prepared the stone bed upon which they'll 
start the fire with the wood the girl was bringing.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blushed a bit, as she walked back towards Ranma.  She started to 
think again, then blushed once more, thinking about how they were all 
alone, with no one around for miles....  "Ranma, you ever think that if 
Shampoo was to get Ranma alone like this, that Ranma would scoop Shampoo 
in Ranma arms, and make passionate love to her all night?" she blurted 
out... or at least she would have loved to, if she didn't feel so 
nervous.


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Ranma noticed Shampoo's all-encompassing blush.  Not used with that kind 
of behavior with the usually perky Amazon, he frowned and stepped closer 
to her.

"Yah okay, Shampoo?  Yah're all red.  Yah're not catching some fever of 
the like, right?" he asked while testing her temperature with a hand on 
her forehead.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

As if from instinct, Shampoo suddenly flipped Ranma over, and placed 
herself on top of him, about to throw a punch towards his head, when she 
blinked.  "Oh.  Shampoo sorry Ranma.  Shampoo just try think where Papa 
Panda and Tomboy girl go." she said, trying to hide her true intentions.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma, sprawled on the ground with an apologetic Amazon on top of him, 
blinked in puzzlement.

"Hu...?  What was that for?" he inquired, still disoriented.

Well, at least he was sure she wasn't ill... she certainly was in great 
shape.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blushed, and looked down at Ranma.  "If Shampoo kiss Ranma, 
would that make Ranma mad?" she asked.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma gulped.  This wasn't what he had in mind for this trip.  No, not 
at all.  He was here to search for Akane, not to have fun with Shampoo.  
That's why they brought one tent with only one bedroll... oh crap!

Twisting underneath the Amazon, trying not to glance at her cleavage and 
not to get an erection from her warm body pinning him down, he said:

"Err... no need for a kiss, Shampoo... I'm not mad... ahem... shouldn't 
we be preparing the dinner?"


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo couldn't help herself; it was like she was a cat in heat, pun 
intended.  She leaned over, kissing Ranma gently, before resting over 
him.  "Wo Ai Ni..." she told him softly, before sitting up, looking at 
the rather nervous boy.  "Ranma take Shampoo to bed?" she asked.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma couldn't deny he was aroused.  Having the catty Shampoo rub her 
stacked body on top of him would have aroused a eunuch.  However, he 
still wanted to maintain the semblance that it wasn't his only motive 
for proposing this trip with Shampoo.

Besides, his manhood has yet to take the place of Ranma's main deciding 
organ...

The stomach.

"Hu... it's not time for bed.  We gotta still eat, remember.  Didn't you 
talk about ramen...?"


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo sighed.  "Shampoo go make ramen then." she said, blushing 
because she felt embarrassed.


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"You do that..." Ranma mumbled, equally flushed.

"Hu... maybe you should get off of me, then?" he suggested to the cute 
Amazon still straddling his back.


Starlight Sakura

Shampoo nodded, and got off of Ranma.


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His face red, Ranma crawled on all four away from Shampoo.  He started 
to break the wood and get busy on lighting the fire, mostly to distract 
his mind from what the Amazon wanted from him.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo sighed, as she started preparing the ramen.  She tried to get 
her mind off of what she was thinking, but soon found herself planning a 
way to tie up Ranma in ramen noodles, which made her shake her head.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

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Ranma was watching Shampoo prepare the lunch, his mouth watering and his 
tyrannical stomach grumbling.

However, for some weird reason he felt his danger sense tingling every 
time the Amazon looked at him.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo noticed the familiar sound of Ranma's rumbling tummy in the air, 
and quickly made short work of what usually was... well... short work.  
Soon after, Shampoo had a large bowl of ramen ready for Ranma, and 
smiled, although, she kept her hands tightly fastened in front of her, 
as not to reveal her rather embarrassing predicament.


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Ranma made even shorter work of the bowl of ramen, inhaling the food 
like a starved vacuum cleaner.

He wasn't completely oblivious to Shampoo's odd behavior, but simply 
refused to let it distract him.  Girls were better left to their own 
devices...

"*shluuurp...* Yah aren't eating, Shampoo-chan?"


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blushed again.  "Shampoo not hungry.  Ranma want more?" she 
asked.


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"Yup!  Please." was Ranma's unassuming answer, as he held out the empty 
ramen bowl toward Shampoo.  His face bore the smile of the innocent.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo just smiled.  Somehow, she couldn't resist Ranma's smile, and 
made another bowl of ramen for him.  She blushed a bit, knowing that 
people wouldn't be happy that she was such a "domesticated" kitty.


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Ranma finished the second bowl of ramen just as fast as the first.  
Whatever may be his concerns for Akane or his concerns about resisting 
Shampoo, he kept his priorities over this: feeding his stomach.

"*burp* ... mmmmh, That was good.  Now we can get ready to bed...."


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blushed heavily, then started running around.  "Shampoo too busy 
to sleep.  Ranma get rest though, so we go early tomorrow." she said, 
still running around, trying not to think of what she was thinking of.


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St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Hu?  Busy?" Ranma pondered, scratching his head.  He couldn't see why 
the purple-haired girl was getting so worked up.

"What is there to be busy about?  The tent is ready, and you'd better 
get a good night of rest.  It was a long walk, and we'd still have to 
chase after my dumbass father tomorrow...."


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo blushed, and looked at Ranma, most unlike herself for some 
strange reason.  "Ranma share tent with Shampoo?" she asked.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Huu... I guess so." Ranma mumbled, now his turn to blush.  He tried to 
remember... they brought two sleeping bags, right?

"Unless it bother you, then I can sleep in the open...."

Who was he kidding?  As if it could bother the oversexed Amazon.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo just shook her head.  "Ranma go rest.  Shampoo not tired yet." 
she said, and forced a smile onto her face.


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Ranma blinked.  He thought the Amazon was acting a bit strangely.  He 
was expecting her to jump on the opportunity to join him in the tent.  
But then he shrugged.

Taking off his Chinese silk clothes, he was getting ready to sleep in 
his boxers and muscle shirt, as usual.  Casually, her unrolled the 
sleeping bag.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo was chomping at the bit.  She wanted to jump into the sleeping 
bag with Ranma, but something told her that she shouldn't do it... at 
least right now.


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma was still a bit nervous, and wanted to keep an eye on Shampoo.  
But he also needed his rest for chasing after his kidnapped fiancée.  
So, now slipping in the bag, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

However, if once snoring Ranma could ignore blissfully the start of a 
World War, when upset it was often hard for him to find sleep.  So, he 
just kept rolling and changing position restlessly in the padded bag.


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Starlight Sakura

Shampoo waited until Ranma was asleep.  She couldn't stand it anymore, 
and undressed, giving her clothes a light wash, before hanging them up.  
She wondered if the sleeping bag that Ranma had could fit two, and tried 
to sneak into it, moving behind Ranma somewhat, when he wasn't facing 
her that is.


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Ranma grumbled in his unfruitful search from sleep.  As usual in this 
case, he was feeling uncomfortably hot.  He rolled around rather 
suddenly, and his face found itself nested in the smooth orbs of 
Shampoo's dangling breasts.

"Humpf?"


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Ranma, who had nestled himself within Shampoo's bosom, never even 
awakened the Chinese girl.  Instead, Shampoo just reached around, and 
held Ranma close to her, as if a child would hold a doll or bear.  Of 
course... with Shampoo's strength....


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"Mmmmmpfff!!"

Ranma, smothered by the Shampoo's generous assets, started to wiggle 
desperately to escape her grip.  For a split-second, he knew what P-chan 
experienced whenever Akane pressed him to her bosom.

Mightily pushing his face away from profound valley of Amazon flesh, 
Ranma gasped for breath.

"*gasp* ... *pant* ... *wizz* ... *puff* ..."

When oxygen began to flow back into his brain, his eyes bulged out at 
the sight that greeted him.

"Gah!  Hu... Shampoo... don't you wear some kind of PJ to sleep?"


Re: Hunting Tomboy and Panda

Starlight Sakura

Shampoo continued to sleep, holding Ranma next to her.  There was a 
slight blush on her face, as her leg wrapped around his, slowly, but 
firmly, her mind wandering off a little, as it started to enter a dream.


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Ranma was blushing hard.  He couldn't believe that girl....

'At least, _she_ had no problem finding sleep...' he thought, a little 
dismayed.

She was hugging him closely in her sleep, and keeping him quite hard.  
There was no way Ranma could prevent his body to physically respond to 
this, and his hard on was poking her thighs through his boxers.

'I wonder what it would take to wake her up...' he idly wondered, his 
gaze lingering on her cute face and bare bosom.


Re: Training Trap... er... Trip

T.H. Tiger

Genma had not live a life that encouraged muzzy thinking when waking up.  
So, he was not overly surprised when he woke up and found a naked Akane 
cuddling up to his furry bulk.

"Ah, yes," he grumbled to himself.  The girl had turned out to be a real 
firecracker.  This training trip was off to a real good start.  Genma 
lay on his back, enjoying the warmth from where Akane lay alongside of 
him, and considered the coming day.

They had made pretty good time the day before, and were well into the 
foothills, but they were still too close to civilization for his taste.  
Japan was a raw land, full of up-thrust volcanic mountains, which had 
not yet had time to be softened by the ages.  As a result, even in this 
day and age there were places where it was just not worth it to try and 
set up living arrangements.  They were perfect for martial arts 
training, however.

Genma ran over a mental map in his head, plotting his location.  If he 
remembered right, there was a nice secluded mountain valley about seven 
hours walking from here.  Mostly uphill, and a few steep cliffs to 
climb, but it would be worth it.  There were lots of ice-cold 
waterfalls, bamboo groves, boulder strewn slopes, large old growth 
trees.  A perfect training ground, with lots of privacy so he wouldn't 
be disturbed as he plumbed the depths of Akane's potential.

First things first, he decided.  Slipping free of Akane, he got to his 
feet, and then bent over and picked up the sleeping girl.  With his 
massive panda body, it was an easy task, almost as easy as the toss he 
made that sent Akane flying a good thirty feet through the air to splash 
down in the wide part of the ice cold mountain stream that ran near 
their night camp.

[Get some water, you lazy girl.] said the sign that Genma flashed at the 
sputtering Akane.


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"GAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Akane screamed when the icy water woke her up very 
violently.

Water?

Immediately, fear-induced reflexes starting to kick in... and she 
started to trash her arms and splash around, frantically trying to keep 
her head above the surface.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!  HELP ME!!!  I'M DROOOOOOWNNIIIIIINNNG!!!"

At least, she did so until she realized no help would come from the 
sweatdropping panda... because the stream was only deep enough for her 
to have water up to her neck...

... while seated on her butt.

Growling, Akane stopped trashing and leveled a murderous glare at the 
Saotome father.  She slowly got up...

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

... and immediately sat back, arms crossed over her breasts, as the 
second realization of the morning settled in: she was naked.  Well, not 
entirely, she still had her stockings covering the legs to mid-thigh, 
but the rest of her flushed body was entirely exposed.

"You... You dirty old pervert!  When did you undress me?"

Yup, she put everything that happened at bedtime yesterday as a silly 
wet dream.


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T.H. Tiger

[Last night.] Genma's sign said.  Well, it was true enough; he had 
shredded Akane's clothes.  Turning his back on the wet and furious girl, 
he pawed through her bag, extracting her cotton gi from among the 
weights.  He tossed the clothes toward the bank of the stream, and then 
started going through his own bag.  One by one, he tossed a small bundle 
toward Akane's clothes while she sat shivering in the stream with her 
hands over her breasts.  They landed with a heavy thud.

The objects were two-piece wrist and ankle bracers.  Each was made of a 
pair of matching leather forms.  They were about eight to ten inches 
long and thick, with a quilted design and with steel rings sewed into 
them with strong leather thread.  Eyelets running up the sides and long 
leather laces provided the means of securing them in place.

[These were Ranma's.] Genma signed.  He saw no reason to mention that 
they'd been Ranma's when he was eight years old.  The bracers each had 
about five or ten pounds of lead dust in the space created by the 
quilting.  Akane had impressed Genma with her endurance the day before  
-- on the walk, not during the night.  It was actually a real compliment 
to her that he thought her ready for the heavy weights.  He intended for 
her to live in them from now on, at least until he decided she was ready 
for the heavier set that was still in his bag.

If Akane was given to thoughtful consideration, she might stop and think 
about the fact that the supposedly lazy Genma was hauling around a very 
heavy bag, even heavier than hers.

[Put them on!  You need to build those puny muscles up.]

Genma was not oblivious to Akane's naked form, or the way the cold water 
made the tips of her breasts stand up large and hard.  But he was a man 
who tended to focus on one activity at a time, and right now it was 
focused on training.

[Come on.  Daylight is burning!] he signed.  He got to his feet, 
shrugged into this pack, and set off, not even looking back to check on 
Akane.  Though he did slow his stride down to a fraction of the pace 
he'd set the day before to give her a chance to get dressed and 
outfitted.  He did give Akane one final order, though.

Over her shoulder his sign said: [Leave the bracers behind and I'll tan 
your ass.]


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Akane watched at the gi and the bracers Genma had left for her.  She 
glared at the panda and especially at his signs, and growled.  The 
Saotome father was a lot more perverted than she thought.  Spying on her 
while she was... entertaining the Master, spanking her yesterday, 
shredding her clothes before going to bed, and now, once again 
threatening to spank her?

He must be compensating for his impotence, no doubt about it.  Still, 
Akane wasn't eager to get another bottom warming.  Only Ranma should 
ever spank her... did she really think that?

Grumbling, Akane sat in the water and took off her long socks.  She 
threw both drenched pieces of cloth on the shore.  Now completely naked, 
she started to... scrub herself.

"You better not peek on me while I'm washing!" she warned the panda.


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T.H. Tiger

Her warning fell on deaf ears as Genma was already fifty feet away, and 
slowly making his way along the game trail he'd picked to lead them up 
into the mountains.  He waited till he was another fifty feet along and 
then slumped down on his furry bottom and started stripping tender 
shoots from the bamboo plants.  As a Panda, he easily digested the 
coarse material, and actually found it rather tasty.  Not that he'd ever 
confess such.  He wasn't about to chance being put on a "correct" diet 
by Kasumi again.  While he didn't mind young bamboo, he certainly didn't 
intend to restrict himself to it.

He munched idly on a tender shoot as he waited for Akane.  His mind 
returned to the night before.  That had been something else.  He'd never 
had a blowjob that good before; he thought he was going to come his 
belly out.  He licked his lips in remembrance of Akane's taste.  She'd 
been yummy.  He certainly intended to taste her again, and sample her 
other charms as well.  He idly started wondering if he could maybe 
combine both her training and sex.  He'd certainly be doing the girl a 
favor.  With all the prime pussy Ranma had been sniffing around him, she 
was going to need to know how to keep him interested.  Having latched 
onto a justification he could live with, Genma lost the few qualms he 
might have had about enjoying Akane's nubile form.

Genma decided that he'd given Akane enough time to get dressed.  He got 
to his feet with a grunt, and started to stroll up the path again.  He 
listened with his mobile ears for the sound of her footsteps, ready to 
up the pace when she got close enough.


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Akane finally exited the stream, shivering.  Goosebumps were all over 
her dripping, naked body.  Peering around, she couldn't see the panda, 
nor she felt like being watched so she relaxed.

Stroking her arms to keep warm in spite of the slight breeze over her 
nude shape, she looked for something in the clothes Genma left her.  
Then, she frowned.  Rather loudly, she called out:

"HEY!  HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DRY WITHOUT A TOWEL?!"


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Genma tapped a clawed toe on the ground.  What was taking that girl?  He 
could see she had a lot to learn about getting going in the morning.  
And they had the nerve to call him lazy.  Did she think this was some 
sort vacation?  That she was going to be catered to hand and foot like 
some sort of Gaijin tourist?  Genma growfed in annoyance and started 
walking back down the path toward Akane.

He soon reached the clearing, and held up a sign.  [You're waiting for 
Kasumi to wipe your bottom, baby?]


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A rather big chunk of rock hitting Genma-panda square between the eyes 
was the sole response.  That, and a yell of:

"DON'T WATCH ME, YOU PERVERT!"

Hiding behind a tree, she sat with her legs braced close to her body, 
chin on her knees, to keep warm.  She sneezed, and between shattering of 
teeth, muttered:

"It's all your fault!  You had me left without taking any camping 
supply, and I don't even have a towel!  Now I'm gonna catch a cold!"


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Genma sighed.  It looked like he'd underestimated the girl.  A cold bath 
in the morning and she was falling apart.  Oh, well, it gave him a 
present level to her stamina.  He'd have to work to improve that.  There 
were lots of waterfalls to stick her under up in the mountains.  For 
now, however....

Genma marched over to the tree Akane was hiding behind, and reached 
around it to yank her out from behind it.  Deflecting her attempts to 
strike out at him, he held her firmly between his two forepaws and 
rubbed her all over his chest and belly, the thick plush fur of his body 
absorbing the moisture on her skin while the friction turned her red and 
warmed her up.

[There, now get dressed.] he signed to her.


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Akane blushed bright red.  He dared... he just dried her up... with his 
fur... rubbing her... while she was naked!

Maybe it was all right in a silly dream, but not in reality!

"YOU BIG PERVERT!"

Akane grabbed the sign, broke it over the panda's head, then sent him 
flying with a mighty punishing kick.


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Genma flew through the air, his rump hurting from Akane's kick.  "Well, 
she's got some power." he mused to himself in Pandaese.  He hit the 
ground and rolled, a bit furry ball that unfolded into his full height 
as his momentum was killed.

Genma's lips peeled back from his teeth, which were revealed as being 
very white, very big, and surprisingly sharp looking for an herbivore.  
The low-base growl echoing up his throat showed he wasn't smiling.

Genma marched toward Akane, a glint in his small eyes.  This foolishness 
had gone on way to long.


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Akane took a deep breath, calming herself.  Her kick, hopefully, had 
sent the lecherous panda far away enough for her to get dressed in 
peace.  Too bad he was simply too heavy to graze the clouds, like Ranma 
usually do every time she kicked him.

So, she swiftly put on her yellow cotton gi over her nude frame.  No 
underwear; she had a spare pair in her bag, but she preferred to 
preserve them for now.  And she didn't want to take a chance of Genma 
returning too early and getting another peek of her.  Boy, she thought 
for a while that Ranma inherited his perverted urges from his mother, 
but now she knew both sides of the family were as bad.

A flush came to her face as she remembered what the Saotome matriarch 
had her do.  Honestly, that woman was a wildcat in bed.  She wondered if 
Ranma-chan would be as bad....

Shaking her head of those naughty thoughts, Akane finished dressing.  
She shivered in excitement at the direct contact of the cloth against 
her skin.  She then picked an arm bracer, and blinked in surprise.  
"What the... how much are these things weighing?!"

Still, after a short hesitation, she remembered what Genma had said.  
"Those are Ranma's..." she whispered.  A small smile at the corner of 
her lip, she rubbed the bracer against her cheek, then started putting 
them on.


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The walk back gave Genma time to consider.  The girl was severely body-
conscious.  Genma was no psychiatrist; he didn't give a damn why Akane 
was so hung up on someone seeing her nude, he was only interested in 
stopping behavior that would interfere with his training.

As Ranma could have warned Akane, Genma tended to take a very direct 
route toward modifying unwanted behavior, or instilling behavior he 
considered desirable; witness the Cat Fist training.

Genma was slightly mollified to see that Akane had dressed, and more 
importantly put on the bracers, but it did not sway him from his goal.  
He marched straight toward Akane, ignoring her scowl.  And the 
expression of surprise when he didn't back off.

That expression turned to out and out shock when he reached out and 
pulled her gi top down, baring her breasts.  Not listening to Akane's 
screams of protest, Genma whirled her around and pulled the material of 
her top tight behind her, tying it in a knot, which had the effect of 
trapping her arms partly behind her back.  Genma, using some twine from 
his backpack, secured the fabric so Akane could not wiggle free.

Genma gave a nod in satisfaction as Akane jerked and struggled but could 
not free herself.  Picking up her bag, he added it to his own.  He then 
plucked a long slender bamboo shoot from the ground and whisked it 
through the air so it slapped hard against Akane's cotton covered rump.

[Start Walking!] his sign said as he pointed up-trail with the switch.  
When Akane got that mule stubborn look on her face, he switched her 
again, despite her efforts to avoid it.  [It would hurt worse on your 
bare bottom] the sign now said.  Genma reversed it.  [That can be 
arranged.  Think about it.]  He again pointed up the trail.


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Akane had surely not expected that Genma would ignore her scowl; even 
Ranma never dared challenge her when she was so pissed.

But then, the speed of the panda took her completely off-guard.  How 
could something that big and fat-looking could act that fast?  And the 
precision of those panda claws... they looked clumsy at first glance, 
but Genma could obviously use them just like human hands.

The shriek Akane uttered when her breasts were bared frightened most of 
the animal life in a half-mile radius.  Birds took flights from the 
trees and many critters fled in panic.

Akane growled, yelled, threatened, struggled, cursed... until the 
improvised switch slapped her bottom, the pain uncharacteristically 
making her shut up.  She couldn't believe it when she read the first 
sign.  He actually intended to have her walk in the forest, hands tied 
and CHEST EXPOSED?  Even if they were in a rarely frequented forest, it 
was out of question she'd ever do that!  She'd never live it down if 
someone see her... not to mention she wouldn't give the satisfaction to 
that asshole Genma.  So, she just glared at her tormentor, whishing her 
eyes could put his dumb fur on fire.

Then her eyes bulged when he actually menaced to also bare her bottom.  
She got a quick flash of herself, entirely naked save for a few bondage 
rope tying her hands behind her back, and walking along the mountain 
trails under the lecherous eyes of the panda, any passer-by able to get 
a good look at her body....

But the vision had a weird effect on her, and she started to feel some 
wetness between her thighs.  No way!  No way she was excited by the 
idea!

After a short hesitation, Akane decided to react the usual way when she 
was embarrassed.  She lashed out.

Taking a clue from Ranma's book, she smashed the panda sign with a high 
kick, and screamed: "EAT SHIT AND DIE, OLD MAN!"

The arms and legs bracers, however, screwed up her balance and she 
landed on her back with an "Oooof!"


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Genma was not a panda to make idle threats, or so he told himself.  
Ranma might have had a different view on the matter.  In this case, 
however, he kept his word.  When Akane ended up on her back, her legs 
naturally ended up high in the air for just a second; long enough.  
Genma reached forward and, in a move that would have made Happôsai 
proud, took hold of the cuffs of her gi and pulled them off her in one 
smooth yank, leaving her nude from the waist down.

The shriek Akane let out caused birds to take flight for a mile around.  
Genma was not impressed.  He held up a sigh that said: [Yell louder, 
attract a good audience.]  He waited just a second for letting sink the 
idea that, the louder she yelled the more likely she was to attract 
someone to witness her condition.  And then he very methodically took 
hold of her ankles in one big furry paw, hoisting her up so only her 
shoulders were on the ground, and gave her a half dozen painful strokes 
with the bamboo switch in his other paw.  Each blow left a vivid red 
welt behind.

Not giving Akane time to adjust, he dropped her legs, took hold of her 
bunched up top, and hauled her to her feet.  Transferring his grip to 
the back of her neck, he hauled her along the trail, forcing her to 
choose between walking under her own power, or being dragged.

Despite the casual manner in which Genma had acted, he was not immune to 
the possibilities offered by Akane's condition.  He well remembered the 
scene with the master, and what they'd done together the night before.  
Walking beside her, half dragging her, did not give him the best view, 
but he could look down and see her breasts heaving from strain, and he 
could imagine the view from behind, her welted ass flexing and rocking 
as she stumbled up the rough forest trail.  The tip of his panda cock 
slid from his sheath, and gleamed red in the daylight.


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Akane cried, yelping with each painful blow landing on her bare 
buttocks.  'How dare he-How dare he-How dare he-How dare he!' she 
repeated in her mind.  That was so unfair... nobody should treat her 
like this... punishing her, humiliating her...

Nobody but Ranma.

Genma's mention that her shriek could attract people, though, sobered 
her.  So, growling and gritting her teeth, she let Genma lead her on the 
path, wearing only her shoes, the heavy legs and arms bracers and her 
bunched-up top around her arms.  She tried to tear of the belt that kept 
her wrists tied, but the uncomfortable position and the distraction of 
Genma's paw on her neck didn't allow her to focus her strength.

The cool morning air made her nearly-naked body shiver.  She didn't 
notice Genma's arousal, though.  She was way too busy wallowing in her 
own shame.  With a start, she realized that Genma wasn't training her... 
he was kidnapping her!  She was getting nabbed again.  Why did this 
always happen to her?

Though, if she was being kidnapped, that meant Ranma would come to 
rescue her, right?  That pervert would sure get his jolly out of seeing 
her in this demeaning posture, but at least he'll get her away from that 
evil panda.  And then he'll take advantage of her helpless body in 
reward for his heroism....

Akane whimpered, stumbling a bit along the way as she unwittingly 
brought her tights together.  Now wasn't the time to get excited by 
this!


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The march into the mountain took a few hours, thanks to Akane dragging 
her feet.  Genma's sensitive nose didn't help matters much either as he 
detected the heavy musk Akane was generating.

Yes, I still got it, he crowed to himself.  The girl is hot for me.  
It's only natural, student/teacher, the forbidden love.  Ah, the burden 
of the sensei.  Poor girl, she'll be devastated when she has to go back 
to Ranma.

Happy in his delusion, Genma's journey seemed to last much shorter than 
Akane, who had to cope with her bondage, and wicked thoughts.

After one last climb up a nearly vertical goat trail, they reached a 
good destination.  A small pocket of wilderness on the side of the 
mountain, too small and isolated to lure any sort of development.  There 
were thick groves of bamboo along the open side of the clearing, 
screening the interior from any one looking up or across at it.  Genma 
gave a grunt, and let his bags drop to the ground.  They landed with a 
heavy thud, denting the hard ground under them.  He looked around, 
assessing the potential, and found it good.  Clear to his ears was the 
sound of a nearby stream, which meant fresh water and waterfalls.  There 
were lots of windfall branches and trees to provide abundant fire wood, 
and the small clearing was just the right size for sparring.

Genma moved over to Akane, and with a quick jerk on the right tag end, 
freed her arms.  After deflecting several blows from her, he swept her 
feet out from under her and dumped her on her ass.

[One hundred leg crunches, now!] he signed at Akane.  He walked away 
from her, wondering if she'd have the nerve to attack him from behind, 
and started gathering wood for a fire.


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Akane, after two days of uninterrupted hike, no food for almost 24 hours 
(except chocolate-flavored panda sperm), and a lot of excitement and 
emotions fraying her nerves, was in no shape to jump Genma.

Nor to do one hundred leg crunches.  Or even one from that matter.

Falling on her back, not even caring any longer for her undressed state, 
the exhausted and starved girl simply slipped into blissful 
unconsciousness.


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Genma looked over at the sound of the thump Akane made falling on her 
back.  It took little observation to see that she was fast asleep.

"Thank goodness." Genma growfed softly to himself.  He thumped down on 
his furry bottom and wiped his forehead with the back of his paw.  'I'm 
out of shape.' he mused, being honest with himself.

Of course, while he might have been out of shape by his standards, he 
had duplicated Akane's feat, and with over two hundred pounds of gear in 
his and her backpacks to boot.

Genma got to his feet with a soft groan, and walked over to Akane.  He 
looked down at her nude form, and felt a twitch of arousal, but he was 
not one to molest sleeping girls.  He'd much prefer to do it while they 
were awake.  Genma whacked his head to drive that thought away.  Must 
not become like the master, he chanted in his head.  Genma decided to 
stay furry.  It might ease the temptation Akane's nudity offered.

Genma quickly set up camp, taking more care this time than with the 
previous camp as he planned to be here for some time.  That meant a tent 
and soft leafy branches and bracken under the ground sheet to make a 
nice soft mattress.  The last thing he did was gather Akane up in his 
arms and duck into the tent, laying her on one side of the ground sheet 
and pulling a heat reflecting space blanket over her body.

Many, especially Ranma, would be surprised to see Genma acting so 
solicitous toward Akane, but it was not really that strange.  Most of 
Genma's bluster and hard-nosed behavior was an act, to spur on his 
student.  As it was useless to use it on someone who was incapable of 
being affected by it, he didn't bother, and let a softer side of himself 
show.  Not that he'd be easy on Akane when the morning rolled around.  
He was already planning on pitching her into another cold stream if she 
was not awake at the crack of dawn.


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Akane's almost-coma fortunately became a deep slumber after a short 
time.  Then, it slowly turned into a light slumber once she was in a 
more comfortable position than lying on the hard ground, and the blanket 
was bringing warmth back to her aching body.

For the Tendô girl, normal sleep meant trashing, of course.  Although 
she was a lot less agitated than usual because of her stiff muscles, her 
semi-sleepwalker condition induced some reflex moves.

Another physical need than sleep was bothering her, however.  Her 
grumbling stomach was making itself known even in her dreams.  Seized by 
a hunger of the Saotome magnitude, she suddenly acted on it...

By closing her teeth on the closest piece of meat.  Which happened to be 
part of a panda.


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Genma soon found out that Akane was an uneasy bed partner.  Her 
thrashing caused her to hit and kick him several times, waking him from 
his slumber.  Waking Genma was not a good thing, as Ranma could have 
told Akane.  Still, he was willing to cut her a little slack, moving 
away from her.  Her tossing and turning soon moved her close to him 
again, and he was just starting to think about tossing her outside the 
tent, when her teeth clamped down hard on the loose skin around his 
belly.

Genma's eyes shot open, and he stifled a bellow of pain.  It wouldn't do 
to let Akane know she'd hurt him.  He frantically pried her mouth open.  
He couldn't help but think as he did so about how Akane's mouth had been 
wrapped around his dick the night before.  He gave a shudder as he 
managed to free himself.

Genma crawled out of the tent, his hand clutched to his sore side.  He 
went over to his bag, retrieved some binder twine, and crawled back in.  
A few minutes later Akane was securely bound.  Her hands tied to her 
ankles, causing her to lay on her back with her legs splayed wide.  It 
was dark and Genma did not have that good a view, but he could imagine 
what she looked like.  Her outer lips splayed open by the tug of her 
spread legs, her delicate inner pink flesh exposed.  His cock slid 
loosely from its sheath and dripped pre-cum on the ground sheet.  He was 
tempted to rip off a piece, but when he yawned, decided that maybe 
later.  He lay down and growfed at Akane, "pleasant dreams,", and then 
slipped quickly into sleep.


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Akane couldn't trash any more in her sleep.  Her arms occasionally 
pulled on the bonds, but with no more effect than to spread her legs 
further.  The slightly uncomfortable position didn't wake her up, but it 
colored her dreams.  She was also still ravenously hungry, and needy for 
something else.

Akane, naked and sprawled in her dreams just like she was in reality, 
looked up with dread at the towering form of Ranma.  He was just as 
unclad as her, but the juicy parts of his anatomy were hidden in shadow, 
just like in a typical H-anime (Akane was respecting censorship even in 
her wildest fantasies).  Her fiancé was also looking much more decided 
and domineering than in real life.

"Oh, please, Lord Ranma," she begged, sobs in her voice.  "Let me go.  
Don't watch me like this, that's too embarrassing!"

Ranma barked in laughter, like the villain of some cheesy TV flick.  "Oh 
no, my sweet, cute, desirable little fiancée.  Now, you are mine, I can 
do everything I want with your delicious, nubile, helpless body!"

"Oh no!  Have pity, please.  I won't be uncute any more... I'll learn to 
cook, I'll loose some weight, but please... don't use me for your 
perverted, lustful, depraved whims... don't rape me until I scream in 
pleasure and fell exhausted from too many orgasms!"

"Too late for that!  Now, you'll pay for being such a bad, unfaithful, 
violent fiancée!  I'll torture you until dawn!"

"Nooo... please... mercy... I beg you..." whimpered Akane, while her 
grinning, lecherous molester leaning down over her.

Unable to move, Akane could only watch as Ranma sprayed her naked chest 
and tummy with sushi, sashimi, yaki, red beans, rice and various other 
food products, all more appetizing than the other.  Then, the pigtailed 
boy started to lick and munch the feast directly from her skin.

Akane shivered and arched her back, moaning in need.  "Oh please... stop 
that... at least... give me some, I'm sooo hungry!"

In the real world, not every aspects from this dream was showing... but 
still, Akane could be heard talking in her sleep from times to times.  
Saying things like: "Oh please... give me some... in my mouth... I beg 
you...!"


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Genma really loved his sleep, and he'd really tried to fall asleep.  But 
the image of Akane in bondage next to him would not leave his mind.  His 
prick, which had extended but been flaccid, started to harden as he 
imagined taking advantage of Akane's position.  Slipping his big Panda 
cock into her tight little sheath, stretching her to the limit and 
making her cry for mercy.

He imagined how her face would look, flushed with strain and arousal, 
her head rocking back and forth in time to his powerful thrusts, her 
breasts bouncing every which way as he jolted her body.  The bulge in 
her belly where his big prick displaced internal organs.

If pandas could have sweated, he would have.  As it was, his tongue 
lolled out of his jaw, trailing drool down to his chin.  A furry paw 
reached down and started to stroke his aching prick.

Then Akane started to talk in her sleep.  He was not made of rock, there 
was only so much a man, err, panda, could take.  If the girl wanted it, 
he wasn't going to argue with her.

Genma rolled to the side, and grabbed hold of Akane.  Rolling back, he 
carried her with him, and swiftly reversed her position so she was 
laying on her belly on his stomach, her nose nuzzling close to his 
drooling prick.  Her bondage spread her legs wide, and Genma licked her 
once more with his long subtle tongue, while pushing her down toward his 
cock.

The smell of his pre-cum, like the finest chocolate pudding, caused 
Akane's nose to twitch.  When the pointy head brushed against her lips, 
she opened wide and lunged, like a baby starving for her mother's 
nipple.  Her mouth clamped over the end of Genma's prick and she began 
suckling.  Genma gave out a moan and left off licking Akane.  Taking 
hold of her waist, he lifted her up and pushed her downward at the same 
time, sliding his giant prick deep into her oral cavity.

An hour or so of erotic dreams and manual stimulation had left him 
primed, and it did not take a lot before his balls, swollen with need, 
drew up and began pumping massive quantities of sperm down Akane's 
throat.  Genma moaned and groaned as his Jusenkyô-boosted balls created 
and pumped nearly a quart of high-protein chocolate-flavored sperm into 
Akane's belly.  When he was done, he let Akane sag back onto his belly 
while she continued to nurse on his flagging dick.

Normally that would have been it for Genma, but Akane's continuing 
suckling brought him back to life very quickly, and he was in the mood 
to finally sample some of her other charms.  Genma once again lifted 
Akane, spinning her in place.  Her pussy drooled with her juices, the 
outer lips wide open, leaving her inner gates helpless against his 
battering ram.

Genma shoved, and the tip of his dick slipped into Akane's tight cunt.  
That was only the easy part, however.  He still had a good twelve inches 
of prick to drill home, each inch wider than the one before.  Genma 
pushed down on Akane's waist, and slowly began to work his way into her 
delightful tightness.


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In her dream, Akane had finally been granted something to eat by her 
fiancé.  Hand-feeding her the tasty stuffs that were sprawled on her 
belly, she sucked greedily on his fingers.  Somehow, during the dream 
the sour and salty threats turned into sweets and desserts, most of them 
chocolate-flavored, but she didn't care.  She just ate to her content.

Next, she realized that dream-Ranma had filled her mouth with something 
entirely different.  Blinking, she saw the stud kneeling above her head 
and stuffing her face with his large, turgid manhood.  But she didn't 
mind either.  Using all of her oral skill on the organ, she licked, 
slurped, inhaled, deep-throated the unnaturally large cock.  Her belly 
was full, her hungry mouth was full; she felt so good.

Then her eyes snapped open.

A slight pain in her lower region had brought her back suddenly to 
reality.  The feeling of fullness, and the sudden transition, made it 
impossible for her to believe she was still dreaming.  Even though her 
dream had been more believable than her current situation.

"WHAT??" she yelled, her eyes bulging, when she took the full scope of 
her position.

Her wrists still tied to her knees, she was lifted by the waist by two 
large paws, and lowered upon a huge panda cock.  The misshapen penis was 
pushed inside the soft folds of her pussy, stretching her labial lips 
with a red and slick shaft.  Her juices were dripping along it, as the 
tip was sliding in her depths and the girth spreading her wider.

'Damnit, I thought he was impotent... maybe he can only get it up while 
a panda... yup, must be that...' were her feverish thoughts.

Shock made her unable to talk for a short moment, then a sudden jolt of 
pleasure shook her, and she shrieked.

"WAAAAH YOU PERVERT!  HOW DARE YOU!"

She wanted to continue yelling at the lecherous panda father, but 
another inch of his mast disappeared into her twat and she threw her 
head backward, moaning.

"Oooooooh... just you wait... Ranma will come... and free me... he 
always does... and he'll kill you for what you... what you... what 
you... OHMYGODITSSOBIG!!"


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> "WAAAAH YOU PERVERT!  HOW DARE YOU!"

Genma's hands were full, so his ability to communicate was limited.  But 
he could indicate his reaction to Akane's demands.  He pushed her 
downward.

Genma's tongue lolled out of the side of his jaw in a panda grin.  He 
pulled, and Akane slid back up his shaft, earning him more commentary.  
Which he simply filtered through his usual oblivious regard for anything 
he didn't want to hear.

Right now, the most profound thought Genma was capable of was: 'Why the 
hell didn't I do this earlier?'  Akane's sweet, young twat was 
wonderful, tight and flexible.  It was like he was pulling on a glove.  
A one-finger glove.  He pushed, and Akane slid a few inches down his 
"finger", causing her to squeal as he plumbed new depths.

Genma himself gave a bit of a gasp as Akane's cunt constricted around 
his cock.  He had a feeling he was getting close to her capacity.  Which 
was a pity.  From the feeling of cold night air on it, he knew he still 
had more than half of his prick out in the cold.  He very much wanted to 
get it in where it was nice and warm.  But it wasn't going to happen 
tonight.  A feeling of disappointment welled up in him, and he vowed to 
add stretching exercises, of a very special kind, to Akane's training.

But that was for later, and this was for now.  Genma started slipping 
Akane up and down his mighty panda procreator.  The friction and Akane's 
vocal accompaniment soon had his balls re-inflated with another dose of 
Jusenkyô-style chocolate.

A sudden thought broke into Genma's thoughts.  Could pandas get human 
girls pregnant?  Was Akane on the pill?  Higher learning was not Genma's 
strong suite.  He honestly didn't know if it was possible for him to 
knock Akane up.  He did know it wasn't a chance he wanted to take.  
Which was awkward, because he was just about to blow his nuts.

When he had to be, Genma was a panda of quick actions.  He pulled Akane 
off his prick with an audible pop, and spun her around.  Akane was still 
being vocal, so it was easy enough for someone of his physical dexterity 
to plug that hole.  A loud sigh escaped him as his ass clenched, and he 
fired another big load into Akane's mouth.  He hadn't managed to get too 
deep, so instead of pumping it down her throat, it flowed into her 
mouth, filling her cheeks to near bursting and squirting out between her 
lips and his prick.


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"GAAH-GLORP!"

Akane's last yelling was cut short by the sudden meat infusion in her 
mouth.  Her eyes were already bulging and blood-veined, but they managed 
to get rounder when she realized that his sperm DID taste like 
chocolate!

'WHAAA... but then, last night... that wasn't a dream?  Oh fuck!'

Too much thinking was not a luxury she could take, though.  She was too 
busy gulping down all the spunk that was hosing in her oral cavity 
without gagging... nor letting it escape her lips.  Sure, she could have 
spit most of the wad out, but she was so damn hungry!  And it tasted so 
good.  She was doing her best to drink all the sperm injected in her 
throat, feeling it fill her stomach.  She was intently sucking the male 
teat-like organ to empty his balls.

*snap*

She was even squeezing the exposed shaft for it to spurt its last 
droplets in her hungry mouth... wait a sec....

Genma's eyes popped out when he realized that, in her frantic 
thrashings, Akane's strength had finally gotten the better of her bonds.  
Circles of rope were still around her wrists and knees, but the short 
links tying them had snapped.  The Tomboy now had her hands free.

The moment his panda-cock exited her mouth, it wasn't any more sealing 
her lips and some cacao-rich cream splattered her breasts, some dropping 
from her chin and some still spurting from the phallus.  Most 
importantly, Akane could now yell again.

"YOUPERVERTYOUPERVERTYOUPERVERTYOUPERVERTYOUPERVERTYOUPERVERTYOUPERVERT 
!!" she repeated frantically while bashing the panda's head with hard-
as-steel fists.  Dazed, Genma couldn't respond until the enraged girl 
seized the skin of his throat in an iron-hard grip, and she growled next 
to his muzzle:

"I HADN'T EVEN CUM YET!!"

Oh yeah, the panda had interrupted coitus before the girl could 
orgasm... looked like it was making her even madder than getting raped.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma, underneath layers and layers of selfish self-interest, did have a 
certain moral code, which kicked in when his subconscious knew he was 
completely in the wrong.  Tying up Akane, and eventually raping her 
obviously fell into this category.  So, when Akane busted loose and 
started pummeling him, he only defended himself to the degree that 
prevented permanent bodily harm.

That is until Akane made the mistake of saying:

> "I HADN'T EVEN CUM YET!!"

That put a whole knew face on the matter.  It moved Akane's anger from 
justified, to complaining.  Two very different matters, and the second 
did not fall into Genma's very narrow range of self-guilt.

Two large, claw-tipped paws moved away from where they had been 
sheltering Genma's head, and caught Akane's wrists.  A quick roll, and 
Akane was suddenly underneath five hundred or so pounds of Panda.  
Fortunately the soft bracken Genma had spread out under the ground sheet 
cushioned a lot of that.  Which was good, because this time Genma was 
making no effort to ease the strain on Akane, instead using his bulk as 
a weapon.  With some effort he forced Akane's hands down to the sheet on 
either side of her head, and growled into her face.

Even though a panda is an herbivore, they eat a very tough vegetable, 
and as a result had a very impressive set of teeth when seen from close 
range, like say, two inches.  Akane's view got even closer when Genma 
opened his mouth to its full extent, and took hold of her head between 
his jaws.

The girl's struggle stopped.  Genma's move getting through to even the 
berserker Akane.  He held the pose for a few seconds, and then lifted 
his large head, closing his mouth.  His nose twitched.  What was that 
smell?

Genma's long tongue licked out and lapped at Akane's face.  Chocolate.  
Where had the girl gotten chocolate?  'She was holding out on me.' an 
aggrieved Genma thought.  He licked her face again, vacuuming up the 
tasty treat, and lifted his shoulders enough so he could duck his head 
and continue to clean the substance from Akane's upper body.


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Akane "oofed" as the heavy weight of the panda pinned her on the ground.  
Then, she sweatdropped in fright, eyes bulging, at the sight of his 
threatening fangs when he growled close to her face.

Then, said eyes crossed and her expression changed as the lustful bear 
started licking her.  She was at first astonished when he cleaned her 
face of the cum smearing it.  Then she gasped and whimpered as the panda 
lavished attention on her breasts, his rough tongue lapping every trace 
of chocolate-flavored sperm.

Aside the fact that Genma was eating his own seed, which she found 
ironical, Akane was mostly resigned.  Here we go again; another 
perverted old man (or beast, in this case) was taking advantage of her 
innocent body.  Whatever, she could survive it, she's already endured 
master Happôsai, Ranma's kusooyaji couldn't be worst.

Of course, that Happy's skilled hands and amazing ki-tricks had made 
experiment more pleasure than imaginable wasn't a consideration.  Nor 
the fact that she'd enjoyed drinking the panda's sperm; that she'd 
dreaming of trying his huge animal cock since yesterday; or even that 
she got a thrill from being tied, exposed and humiliated all along, 
imagining it was Ranma doing that.

Now, it wasn't her fault.  It was those perverted kidnappers/ 
blackmailers that were doing all these shameful things to her.  She was 
forced to go along, she had no choice but to submit to their evil, 
carnal urges....

Akane's neck pressed the back of her head against the floor, moaning 
aloud.  Her chest was lifted a little, her boobs pushed in the panda's 
mouth, hard nipples topping them.


Re: Training Trap... er... Trip

T.H. Tiger

Genma was finding Akane à la Chocolate a tasty treat indeed.  He went 
after every last bit of flavor he could find, lapping away at Akane's 
breasts long after any visible trace was gone.  At some point, however, 
it stopped being about the food, and all about Akane's tight young teen 
body.  Genma's libido had been suppressed for a very long time, and now 
it was breaking free.

A long session in a doctor's office might have reached the conclusion 
that it was the panda.  Not the hormones, but the mask it gave Genma.  
An alternative identity to hide behind, to act out in ways he'd fought 
against.  How many times had Genma held up a sign [I'm just a panda!] in 
order to escape responsibility?  He wasn't a dirty old man molesting his 
best friend's teenage daughter.  He was a poor innocent panda indulging 
in a bit of play with a cute girl.

Genma massive head moved back and forth, causing his big belly to shift, 
and brushed his long soft fur over Akane's lower stomach and upper 
thighs.  His mouth closed over one of her breasts, biting down enough to 
squeeze the soft fruit, but only hard enough to cause just a slight bit 
of pain, a hint of danger, of threat.  Between his shiny white teeth, 
his tongue flashed; the moist, rough surface was stroking across Akane's 
flesh.  'She tastes so good.' Genma moaned to himself.  For just a 
minute he had a perverse desire to be a real bear, of the carnivorous 
variety, so he could eat Akane all up, and therefore mix two of his 
favorite pastimes.  He satisfied himself with acting in a mock-hungry 
manner.

Genma released Akane's breast, and shuffled backward, nipping at her 
stomach.  His paws hooked under her thighs and lifted her up as he sat 
back on his rump.  Akane's shoulders dragged on the ground cloth as 
Genma pulled her groin up to his face, and discovered that there was 
more of the nice chocolate flavoring there.  He dug in, and was soon 
scooping chocolate-flavored Akane's juice into his mouth.  His stubby 
legs lay on each side of Akane's body, the fur on them rubbing against 
her sides.  His tongue curled all around Akane's middle, stroking up and 
down the crack of her ass and into the smaller cleft between her legs.


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Akane hadn't tried to resist to the evil beast mauling her breasts.  She 
knew the panda had her at his mercy.  She'd just have to wait and endure 
the degradation.  She was a strong martial artist, a little zoophilia 
wouldn't kill her... actually this felt kind of nice.

The young girl moaned, a little worried with the voracity with which he 
sucked on her boobs, the teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.  However, 
the spice of danger and forced sex, she found out, was more arousing her 
than killing the mood.

Not her fault, of course.  It was all that perverted Saotome's fault; 
all Saotomes were pervert anyway, just watch Ranma.  And it was her 
tired body betraying her; but it wasn't like she was enjoying a second 
of it, no, she was just hating this with passion, it was hate that made 
her skin tingling and her pussy warm....

"AAAAAaaaYEEEEEESSSSSsss!!!" she suddenly gasped when he grabbed her 
legs brought her cunt high so that he could lick it.  A dexterous tongue 
slipped into her depths, just like last night, and she forgot about the 
day's humiliation... this was too great.

"MMMmmmh... yeeeess... hoooo... you perv... you monster... hoooo... 
hAAA...."

Akane's hand grasped the fur of his legs, alternating between stroking 
it and tearing it.  Her supple legs, at first split at the knees, tensed 
out to circle the big bear's head and cross behind his neck.


Re: Training Trap... er... Trip

T.H. Tiger

With Akane supporting her own weight with her legs around his neck, 
Genma was free to let his paws wander.  He continued to lick at her 
upturned sex.  He ran his claws down her soft belly, and lightly 
scratched her breasts, so recently threatened by his teeth.  The soft 
flesh dimpled under his sharp claws.

Genma was feeling powerful and potent.  Akane was tiny in comparison to 
his panda bulk, and it was so easy to manipulate and contain her.  The 
sense of power was arousing to the man who so often was impotent in the 
face of the many trials of his life.  His cock slipped from its sheath 
and the head rubbed against Akane's back, leaving a trickle of pre-cum 
behind.

Genma left off toying with Akane's breasts; reaching up, he unwrapped 
her legs from around his neck, pushing them forward and bending Akane in 
half.  This caused her ass crack to spread wide and he spent a few 
minutes licking across the whole plane of her pelvis.  Akane's clit was 
extended from under its little hood, and he trailed the very tip of his 
tongue across it.

Leaving that sensitive bud, he moved to the little dimple that marked 
the entrance to her pussy.  He drilled the tip of his tongue into it, 
spearing it deep into her.  Five full inches, the broad wet muscle 
pushed, curling and twisting, touching every interior inch of Akane's 
cunt.  His cock hardened further, turning into a bar of fleshy iron.

Genma couldn't take it any longer.  He let go of Akane's legs and let 
them fall down beside him; having to stretch around his bulk forced her 
to spread wide.  Taking hold of her waist he pushed her back and upward.  
His heavy cock slapped up against his furry belly when he lifted Akane's 
free, and then settled down pointing nearly straight upward.  Genma 
lowered Akane, spearing her with the narrow tip of his cock, enjoying 
the way her eyes widened as he did so.


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Akane wasn't protesting or struggling any more, even though this time 
she had no doubt it was not a dream.  She wasn't even trying to convince 
herself it was all the pervert panda's fault or that kind of thoughts.  
She was, in fact, too distracted to think about anything.

All was coming from her mouth new were cute moans, delighted coos, 
pleased sighs and other erotic sounds.  Not a hint of disapproval could 
be heard or seen.  Now idle, her hands found a grip on her breasts and 
stayed there, twisted the nipples.

She didn't even pay attention to the slimy dick rubbing her back.  
Because she was too busy cumming.  Yes, the panda tongue finally granted 
her what she wished.  With a wail, she arched her back, and a mouthful 
of female juices rewarded the transformed martial artist for his deed.

Her mind still dizzy from the orgasm, Akane was panda-handled like an 
unresponsive doll and set down on his cock.  Her eyes widened shortly 
when she saw her new position, but they soon glinted in anticipation.  
She had fantasized about riding that monster last night, and now she was 
fully awake for it.

Panting in need, Akane's hand shot downward.  Not to stop the meaty 
invader, but to spread her pussy lips and let her welcome it properly.  
Her cunt swallowed the hardened cone, her dripping honey coating it to 
reduce friction and her walls hugging it in fleshy warmth.


Re: Training Trap... er... Trip

T.H. Tiger

Pandas can't actually cross their eyes; they are not spaced right.  But 
Genma gave it a good try as Akane's tight cunt settled down over the 
head of his dick.  He leaned forward a bit to maintain his balance, 
pressing his furry body against Akane's back.  His forelegs wrapped 
around her upper body to hold her tight against him.  His head passed 
over hers, and he rested his chin on top of her head as his tongue 
lolled out of his mouth, giving him a very silly expression.

Akane's expression was not silly in the least as Genma's movements 
pressed her down on his cock, and shoved it up past the depth it had 
achieved before.  The outer openings of her twat spread wide, stretching 
more than they had ever previously been stretched.  Genma gave a low 
grumbling moan as he felt her constrict around him.  He rocked backward 
on his rear, lifting his legs slightly off the ground, and then rocked 
back.  Sort of like a living wibble-wobble toy.  The motion caused his 
penis to draw out a bit, and then slid back in.

Genma continued to wobble back and forth, but let one of his paws wonder 
down Akane's belly till he could start touching her clit with an 
extended claw.  Showing the same delicacy of movement he usually 
reserved for writing, he gently pricked Akane's clit, not enough to 
harm, but enough to send a real strong signal up her sexual nerves.


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Akane howled as Genma started using her like his typical panda tire or 
ball -- except he was using one more member to settle her in place than 
with those rubber toys.  A red, thick member that was currently pumping 
in and out of her young twat, inducing delighted shakes to her whole 
body.

Akane creamed all around the panda cock, her snug walls massaging the 
unusually shaped shaft.  Genma's rocking motion was driving a small 
portion in and out, sliding against her stretched labia.  Akane's cute 
buns tightly closed, tensing and shivering, as her inside were plowed.  
She was using the strong muscles of her lower body to squeeze like a 
vise the invading penis, then relaxed them to allow better penetration.

The small claw snaking down her belly and touching her clitoris sent her 
into frenetic spasms of passion.  She thrashed in the panda grasp, 
clawing at his fur and biting his neck, moaning and shrieking like a 
wild animal.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma sent up a silent prayer of thanks for his thick skin and fur.  
Akane was a real wildcat; if he'd been in his human body he'd likely 
have carried the scars till his dying day, which might not have been 
that long if Nodoka started wondering how he'd gotten them.  That was a 
thought to give a man pause.

That thought only slowed his rocking for a second, however.  Genma very 
much believed in living in the now, and not letting little things like 
possible consequences interfere with his present pleasures.  Genma 
rolled right back till he was laying on his back, his short legs and 
arms, in proportion to his body, cradled Akane, and also pinned her in 
place, though his cock did most of the pinning.

The position of Genma's legs and arms curled his back, and he began to 
rock back and forth.  It was a posture familiar to him from all the 
times he'd adopted it with a tire or large ball.  While everyone thought 
he only did it as camouflage, in fact he found it rather soothing.  
Doing it with a girl, however, added a whole new level to the exercise.  
Genma had already come twice in a fairly short amount of time, so he was 
in no danger of blowing his nuts any time soon.  With no urgency for 
personal release, he relaxed into what was almost a meditative state.  
He slowly rolled back and forth, his prick slipping in and out of 
Akane's tight cunt with a wet sloshing sound.  His front paws rubbed her 
belly and breasts, and occasional dipped between her legs.

After pricking her with his sharp claws, he varied the sensation by 
turning his paws so that the furry backsides rubbed over Akane's breasts 
and sex, the soft silky fur just rough enough to cause a very erotic 
sort of friction.


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Akane sure was energetic, but she was also tired from the long hike in 
the mountain.  She couldn't keep that frantic level of activity for 
long.  Soon, her cries were weaker, her sighs longer.  She was enjoying 
the fucking at a more leisurely pace, hugging the panda like a large 
Teddy bear with both arms and legs.

She was still rocking atop him, sliding his red-hot rod in her warm, 
soft sheath.  She also enjoyed the feeling of the delicate fur on her 
naked body, rubbing her thighs, her tits, her belly for further 
stimulation.

Among her cute gasps and unarticulated moans, one whisper intrigued 
Genma: "Panda-chan..."


Re: Training Trap... er... Trip

T.H. Tiger

Genma felt a warm glow as Akane murmured an endearment.  While he would 
have dismissed such a remark in front of others, at the moment there was 
no one to play macho in front of, and he felt honestly pleased at 
Akane's expression of affection.  Maybe it was only the sex talking, but 
at least it was something, and a darn sight better than the screaming 
insults and cursing that had come before.

Genma slowed his rocking, but did not stop all together.  Now his pace 
was a bit like that of a baby cradle, gently and slowly easing Akane 
into a more relaxed state.  Genma hooked a blanket from the side, and 
flipped it up over himself and Akane.  He himself did not need extra 
cover.  His fur did the job nicely, but it would keep the side of Akane 
that was not warmed by his body comfortable, and would trap the heat of 
their bodies.

Genma slowed his movements even more as Akane's breathing became more 
and more regular, till she fell asleep with him still buried deep inside 
her body.  Genma stopped completely, but made no effort to pull out of 
her.  Instead, he used his long experience to catch a nap whenever 
possible, in whatever situation, to nod off himself.  The two beings, 
one girl, one panda entered dreamland joined at the pelvis.


'Training' Trip... the Morning After

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhhh...."

After a long, cuddly night of deep sleep, Akane's first concession to 
the world of the awake was a drowned-out moan.

The one feeling domineering her whole body was: warmth.  Every inch of 
her delightfully naked skin was warm.  The side snuggling with a warm, 
furry body was even hotter, as well as tingling from the contact of 
nicely soft fur.

Furthermore, she was warm on the *inside* too.  A fleshy spike of warm 
meat was wedged in her tight pussy, and diffused a delicious heat in her 
tummy.  Her stuffed pussy lips were reflexively rubbing it -- and 
heating up -- with any move of her sleep.  Those moves increased as the 
Tendô girl was slowly awakening.

"Mmmmhh... oooh... mmmmhhh"

Akane licked her lips, reacting to the involuntary stimulation she was 
getting.  She'd be dreaming of Ranma-kun ravaging her body all night, 
waking up to this delicious sensation was only prolonging her pleasure.

"Aaaaaah... Ranma..."


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma had woken some time before Akane, and had been lying there, 
enjoying the feeling of Akane being wrapped around his prick.  It had 
been very comforting, added to the fact of his being able to cuddle her 
like some sort of big toy.  He vowed to try this with Nodoka when he got 
home from this training trip in a few months.

A spark of jealousy flared when Akane mentioned Ranma in her sleep, but 
was overridden quickly by the knowledge that Ranma was on her mind in 
this situation.  Soon the families would be joined.  Maybe he wouldn't 
take quite so long on this training trip.

Genma gently rolled over, cradling Akane with one furry arm, and slowly 
worked his prick out of her stretched pussy.  A flood of panda semen 
followed the withdrawal.  Akane murmured discontentedly in her sleep as 
Genma lifted his body away from her.  Her hands clutched as if trying to 
pull a blanket back up over her body.  He tossed the blanket that had 
been discarded the night before over her and she wrapped herself in it 
without fully waking up.

Genma slipped out of the tent, and waddled to the nearby stream where he 
washed off the residue of the night before.  He started a fire and 
started cooking a pot of rice.  He made no move to heat any water for 
himself.  While he was not really thinking about it, there was a thought 
in the back of his mind that as long as he was a panda, what went on 
between him and Akane didn't really matter.

When he judged the rice was nearly ready, Genma took a deep breath, and 
put himself back into bastard sensei mode.  He reached into the tent, 
grabbed hold of one of Akane's ankles, and snatched her out of the 
comforting shelter of sleep.  Deflecting her kicks and blows with one 
negligent hand, judging her speed and quickness to become aware, he 
carried her upside down to the stream and walked into the cold water.  
He then proceeded to wash her.  His furry paws scrubbed her body, 
reaching between her legs and washed her there as well.  As he did, the 
leather ties that held her weighted anklets and wristbands swelled with 
water.  Once they dried and hardened, the only thing that would untie 
them would be a knife.

Taking hold of the back of Akane's neck, he frog marched her back toward 
the fire and breakfast.  He roughly sat the shivering Akane down on a 
log by the fire, and snatched the blanket from the tent and tossed it to 
her.  [Eat!  You'll need the energy.] his sign said.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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Akane had been uncharacteristically despondent as Genma offered her 
another rough wake-up.  She tried to hit him on pure reflex, but didn't 
quite yell nor really defended herself.  She just let the perverted 
panda drag her out of bed, wash her, and lead her to the fire.

She was, to tell the truth, still in shock about what happened last 
night.  She stopped deluding herself any longer into believing what 
happened was a dream.  It was sure as hell way too real -- although she 
still was puzzled by how the stupid panda had managed to make his cum 
taste like chocolate.  Whatever the case, she was perfectly aware that 
she'd have sex with a dirty old man -- yet again--, with her baka 
fiancé's own father, with her daddy's old friend, and with a human being 
under the guise of a large animal, to add bestiality to insult.

Which wasn't, she discovered with some frightening clear-headedness, 
what bothered her the most.  Not that she was totally uncaring about it, 
but like with Tarô, Ryû or Happôsai, her main concern was that Ranma 
never found about it.  Her only fear was that he'd be disgusted with 
her, even if the pervert was probably fooling around with one of the 
bimbos chasing him right now.

Now, what really bothered her... was that she'd enjoyed it so much.  She 
couldn't imagine herself cumming that hard from the clumsy molestation 
of a bald, heavyweight martial artist, even under the shape of a dumb 
panda.  That he'd pleasured her so good, made her climax so hard, made 
her... want more.  That was unforgivable.  She was going to make him pay 
for that.  She didn't know how yet, but he was going to suffer.

This decision taken, more pressing concerns -- like her ravenous hunger 
-- came to the forefront.  Before Genma could truly begin to get worried 
by Akane's unresponsive behavior, she suddenly grabbed the rice pot -- 
BEFORE the Saotome father could serve himself -- and started to vacuum 
it hungrily, uncannily imitating Ranma's style of fast-eating without 
even realizing.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma felt satisfaction as Akane wolfed down the food.  She was taking 
in the fuel her body needed.  She would need all the energy and building 
blocks she could get to get the most advantage out of her training.

Genma shifted slightly as he watched her eat.  There was something sexy 
about watching a nude girl pigging out on food like this.  He licked his 
lips, and contemplated the rice that had spilled down Akane's chest.  
How he'd love to lick those grains off of her sweaty flesh.

Giving himself a shake, Genma held up a sign.  [Hurry up, girl.  Time to 
train.]


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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Akane deigned raising eyes from the bottom of the pot she was scrapping 
of its last rice grains.  If eyes could cast lightning bolts, Genma 
would have been fried on the spot.

"Train?  What do you mean, 'train', ya sick pervert!?" she growled.  
With deadly accuracy, the empty pot flew and destroyed the panda sign.

Pulling the blanket more closely over her naked body, she stood up on 
legs that shook from the two-days forced hike and the weight of the 
heavy bands.

"All you've been doing for the last two days was humiliating me, abusing 
me, raping me and starving me!  I had enough getting pawed all over by 
disgusting old perverts for a lifetime!  I'm getting back home, and you 
AREN'T STOPPING ME!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma sighed.  Kids today, just had no stamina.  Why, when he and Sôun 
were training with "him", a couple of days of what Akane had gone 
through would have been sheer heaven to them.  Well, minus the rape 
part, and Genma disputed that strongly.  Akane had been the one who 
started it, and after what she'd done with "him" she had no cause to 
fault Genma.

Genma reached out, and snatched the blanket from around Akane's body.  
His movement was so quick that she had no chance to stop him.

Producing another of his endless supply of signs, he gestured: [I don't 
remember giving you a choice.]


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Okay.  That was it.  Akane might not be as prudish as she'd been after 
her few sexual experiences, but she really was FED UP about the panda 
ogling her.

And he thought he could order her around?  No way in hell!

"YAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"  Akane charged, surprisingly fast considering her 
stiff muscles and weighted condition.  But she had decided not let it 
bother her, nor her current naked state.  She was going to kick panda 
ass, no matter what.

Initiating a flying kick, the sole of her foot rushed toward Genma's 
animalistic face at great speed.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma debated whether he should yawn as he parried Akane's kick, and 
decided against it.  Later he might need to goad the girl into a rage to 
get the most out of her, but she was plenty angry enough already.

Of course, rage without direction was crippling to a good martial 
artist, and Akane was a good one, when she let herself be.

Genma reached out negligently, though the motion would have looked 
blurred to an outside observer, and pushed Akane's foot upward.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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Not only Akane was mad, but the weights on her arms and legs were also 
screwing up her balance.  In normal conditions, she would have been able 
to fly above Genma after the redirecting blow, and land gracefully on 
her feet.  This wasn't the case here.

Frantically waving her arms and legs, she landed bottom-first... on top 
of Genma's head!  The complete erratic nature of her fall had taken the 
panda by surprise.  Of course, Akane would have a hard time convincing 
anyone it was an intentional move.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma gave thanks for the heavy muscles that corded his panda neck.  
Akane was no lightweight, what with having a body with a specific 
gravity higher than water, not to mention the weights she was wearing on 
ankles and wrists.

Genma tipped his head forward, and allowed Akane to slid off and onto 
the ground.  Despite his earlier decision that Akane needed no goading 
at the moment, he was unable to resist sticking out his long flexible 
tongue and liking Akane as she slid by.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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"Ouch!"

Akane wasn't happy to land on her butt, already sore from impacting a 
dense panda skull, after sliding in front of the panda.  This at least 
distracted her from noticing the perverted tongue... not that it changed 
anything to her current temper, anyway.

"Grrrrr...."

Pushing on her arms and arching her back, Akane performed an instant 
stand, ready to lash out her next attack on the hated bear...

... Except her spotty balance betrayed her again.  The instant stand 
became a forward plunge, and before she could stop herself, Akane head-
butted the Panda's soft belly.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma ooofffed as Akane's head, powered by her not insignificant weight, 
plunged into his belly.  But Genma had a big belly, and a lot of weight 
of his own.  So other than that brief gasp, he suffered no harm from 
Akane's "attack".  While Akane was still partially rammed into his 
belly, Genma reached down and took hold of her waist.  Pulling, he 
dragged her bottom toward his muzzle, placing Akane in an upside down 
position.  He gave one of her pert ass cheeks a gentle nip with his long 
teeth, and then pushed Akane away from him in a high arc.

Genma lumbered to his feet.  His face was twisted up in a vicious snarl, 
but underneath it he was feeling quite pleased.  He was about to find 
out how long Akane could sustain maximum rage, and how long she would go 
before she started to think.


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"Grrrrrr...."

Akane was mad.  Mad as hell.  Not so much from the casual dismissal of 
her that Genma was doing, but from the sexual overtone he was giving to 
it.

To think he managed to lick her bottom while she was upside-down... to 
think she had been expecting him to give her again a full cunnilingus 
with that tongue... to think she had gotten wet from the mere thought of 
it... to think he dared arouse her!

The deception... ahem... the pause in the fight was enough to change her 
berserk rage into cold fury, though.  He wanted a fight?  She'd give 
him.  But she wouldn't let the dumb panda turn it into foreplay again.

First, she had to stop showing off for him.  Jumping to her bag, she 
quickly pulled out her gi and started dressing herself swiftly while 
keeping an eye on the furry pervert.


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Genma hummed a song to himself, something about sailors and ladies who 
like sailors, but of course it did not translate very well in Pandanese.  
As he did, he casually examined his long claws, nipping a dangling bit 
of skin from the back of one.

In short he appeared oblivious to Akane as she dragged on her gi.  He 
idly wondered what would annoy her more.  If he ignored her, or stripped 
that gi off her the next time she attacked?


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Akane tied the black belt of her gi, still casting a smoldering glare at 
Genma.  She was still furious, but dressing gave her time enough for a 
cooler head.  She still intended to kick Saotome butt, something she'd 
always been quite good at as long as Ranma was involved.  But she could 
reflect that charging madly wasn't the best move against the crafty 
panda.  However, she'd seen enough of his fight against his son to know 
a weakness or two.  She was no Ranma, but Anything Goes was still 
Anything Goes.

"Hey!" she suddenly yelped, pointing a finger at the ground behind 
Genma.  "That's a hundred yen coin!"

That didn't miss... the panda couldn't resist, out of sheer reflex, 
turning head... and the back of it became the perfect target for a 
flying kick... the sole of Akane's foot digging into the hard bear 
skull, and his eyes popping out on the other side.


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Genma's considerable bulk flew forward, stretching his entire length out 
on the ground with a thump that caused a cloud of dust to rise up.  He 
quickly got to his knees and started scrabbling in the dirt.  He lifted 
a sign that said, [Where is it?  Help me look!  I just lost it.  It's 
mine!]

His only reaction to Akane's kick was a noticeable impression of Akane's 
foot in the fur on the back of his head.


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Akane facepalmed at the sight of the greedy panda still searching for 
the inexistent coin.  Did he even feel her kick?  He must have, it had 
sent a jolt in Akane's foot....

Stomping toward Genma, she picked up his wooden sign and broke it on his 
back.  "There's a fight going on here, stupid!!"


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"Growf!" Genma said angrily.  Didn't the girl know what was important?  
He rose to his feet, and advanced on her.  He'd have her on her hands 
and knees before the end of the day.

She could find the coin for him.


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Genma may have been confident, but Akane was no less determined.  She 
was putting all of her martial art skill into beating the furry pervert 
to a pulp.

After the flying kick, she tried a front kick, then a crescent kick, 
enchaining with a roundhouse kick, and even trying a butterfly kick....

She seemed not to care that every attack was putting her more and more 
unbalanced, nor that the panda was deflecting every of them.  He didn't 
look very impressed by the assault, not showing any emotion beside 
boredom...

That is, until the crotch kick.


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Genma's lips peeled back from his teeth, once again showing an 
impressive set of choppers for an herbivore.  He looked Akane in the 
face, and then glanced down to where his right paw was wrapped around 
Akane's ankle, holding it a scant fraction of an inch from his groin.

Technically, it was not a foul, they had been going no hold's bar 
sparring, but between Ranma and Genma there was an unspoken agreement.  
There were certain blows that were not used in sparring matches, not 
unless you wanted to escalate the fight to a more serious level.

Genma knew that Akane had acted out of anger, an anger he had gone out 
his way to increase, so in a way he didn't blame her for trying such a 
blow.  On the other hand, she had to learn that pissing off someone you 
knew was better than you was not a wise thing to do.

All these considerations had taken less than a second.  Genma shifted 
backward, and lifted, hauling Akane into the air by her ankle.


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"Let go of me, you creep!" Akane yelled as she was hauled upside-down by 
a leg.  Her free leg immediately started trying a rapid-fire kick in the 
panda muzzle.

He had to learn that pissing off Akane Tendô was not a wise thing to do!


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Genma growled.  The girl was about to learn that it was not a good idea 
to annoy your sensei.  He caught her free ankle, and with a display of 
incredible strength, pushed Akane's legs far apart, forcing her to do a 
reverse split, which put the middle of her split legs directly in front 
of Genma's muzzle, and his very sharp white teeth.


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"HEY!" the girl loudly protested.

It wasn't that she couldn't do the split.  She had trained enough to do 
it whenever she wanted.  Maybe not with as much ease as a gymnast like 
Kodachi, but she never had any problem to do an opposed-opponents kick.  
Though it certainly wasn't her favorite position.

Ranma would probably have found a fancy way of escaping this grasp, 
probably by turning the panda's strength against itself.  But creativity 
wasn't Akane's strong point.  As usual, she preferred to make up for it 
brute strength.

Gritting her teeth, Akane focused all her power on her powerful thigh 
muscles, straining against the panda grip to slowly close her legs.


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Genma shook his head in dismay.  He had the mechanical advantage in this 
position.  Akane should have realized that.  Her hands were free, and in 
range of a sensitive spot she'd already tried to nail, that was the 
option she should have chosen.  The only advantage she had in her 
present position was her dead weight, and he was more than strong enough 
to cope with that.

When Genma had yanked Akane upside down, her loose gi top had pulled 
free of her pants, and fallen halfway down her chest, gapping open at 
the front.  Looking down Genma had a good view of Akane's perky breasts.  
He let his tongue loll out of his mouth' a good six inches or so, and 
visibly licked his chops.

Genma had already decided that sexual molestation was the best way to 
get Akane mad, and keep her there.  It was clear she was not going to 
let him train her in any traditional sense, so he'd just have to let her 
batter herself into exhaustion, and try and direct her actions into ones 
that would have a beneficial effect.

Genma leaned forward and licked the front of Akane's gi pants, his long 
tongue drooling all over it and soaking it through, and maybe getting a 
little help in that from Akane herself.


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"Grrrr... can't you think of anything else?!" Akane growled, still 
trying to bring her thighs closed by leg strength alone.

"Just because your thingy doesn't work in human form is no reason for 
being such a disgusting, perverted panda!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma current position severely handicapped his communication skills, or 
he might have remarked that Akane had certainly enjoyed this disgusting 
panda the night before.  But he never considered taking her up on her 
challenge and showing her how virile his man side was.  Deep in his mind 
he had already constructed a justification for his behavior.  He was 
just a poor little panda, not responsible for his conduct.

But the girl had to be punished for casting such aspersions on her 
Sensei.  Genma opened his muzzle to its limit, and bent his head 
forward.  He easily clamped his mouth over Akane's entire crotch.  He 
bit down, not as hard as he could, but hard enough that when he let go 
with his hands Akane was held in place by his grip.

Genma wrapped his forelegs around Akane, and dragged her up against his 
furry body, her head ending up slightly above his groin from which his 
prick was peeking out of its sheath.

Once he had a secure grip on Akane again, he started chewing playfully 
at her cloth-covered middle.


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Akane had frozen in slight fear when the panda, for a very short moment, 
held her full weight only with his teeth slightly clamped on her crotch.

This didn't last long, however, and now he was holding her body with his 
furry arms while still munching at her private through her pants.

She couldn't deny this was distracting, but this time she probably 
wasn't as excited as previously by the panda's cunnilingus.  The rush of 
adrenalin had prevented that.  Nor that she was mad enough to lose all 
thinking capabilities.  It was more of a cold sort of anger.

Her face stubbornly frowning, Akane surely wasn't succumbing to her lust 
again.  Twice was enough, thank you very much.  Genma made a big mistake 
by letting go of her legs and thinking of her as subdued.

Carefully moving her muscles as to not risk that the toothed maw of the 
panda could hurt her, she flexed her legs at the knees... and 
simultaneously brought her feet against the panda's head -- hard.  The 
soles impacted the furry cheeks with a similar effect to hitting the 
temples of a human, and the bare heels dug deep into the juncture of the 
jaws, forcing them open.

At the same time, a groaning Akane pushed with all her considerable ki-
boosted strength and pried the panda's front paws from her, before 
pushing on her legs and away of his grasp to land on the dirt.


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Genma lurched backward, his head pounding with the force of Akane's foot 
slap to his head.  He gave himself a shake to scare away the birdies 
flying around his head, and growled at Akane.

Despite his angry sounding rumble, he was quite pleased.  The girl was 
thinking instead of acting blind.  He shuffled toward her, his shoulders 
sloped forward and his massive forearms swinging slightly from side to 
side.  He flexed his short stubby fingers, making his claws clack 
together.  As one last added affect, he let his long tongue loll out of 
the side of his mouth, dripping saliva as he opened his jaws wide in a 
ferocious display.

He didn't really expect to frighten Akane, but it might make her 
careless as she underestimated him because of the rather silly display 
he was putting on.


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Akane huffed disdainfully, back in a fighting position.

"Jeez... that's lame.  What you're trying to do, make me gag from 
silliness?  That make you look like you have the rabies... maybe I 
should call animal control?  I fear they'll have to shot you... or at 
least neuter you.  Then at last you'll stop being a perv'."


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T.H. Tiger

The girl did have a one-track mind, Genma mused.  She was almost as bad 
as the boy when it came to carping about unimportant things.  Besides, 
who was she to talk?  She enjoyed sex more than he did.  You couldn't 
lie to a nose as sensitive as his.  Even with the Master, the musk of 
arousal had been heavy, and with him it had been stimulating as hell.  
He'd never have been as demanding as he'd been if she hadn't been in 
heat.

Even now he could smell her arousal.  For all her words of derision and 
denial, she was horny.  The heady scent went straight to his loins, and 
short-circuited his brain.  Normally when training someone, meaning 
Ranma, nothing would detour Genma from his planned regime, but Akane's 
scent encouraged him to work on her stamina and flexibility in a way he 
had not intended to do this morning.

With a shuffle that looked slow, but was anything but, he shifted toward 
Akane.  Taking advantage of his inhuman (literally) reach, he snacked 
out a foreleg, and one his claws sheared through the top of Akane's gi 
pants.


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Akane hadn't expected the speed of the blow, but she nonetheless dodged 
it on instinct.  Honestly thinking she'd escaped getting scratched by 
the attack, she retaliated immediately by a swift kick that nailed the 
overextended panda on the side of the head, near the base of the ear.

"HA!  Got you!" Akane gloated... just before her damaged pants began to 
slide down her thighs because of the torn belt.  "GAH!" she yelped, 
grabbing the cloth desperately with both hands to pull it up.


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Genma's ears rang from the force of Akane's blow.  It had been a good 
hit, Genma had to admit.  But he'd never have gotten as good as he was 
if he wasn't able to shake off a strike.  He gave his big round head a 
shake to clear his head, and moved in on Akane, who was rather 
distracted.

Genma reached out his long forelegs and grabbed hold of the front lapels 
of Akane's top.  Pushing backward, he shoved it off her shoulders and 
then yanked downward, pinning her arms to her side.


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Akane, her breasts freed for everybody to see (even if everybody, for 
now, was limited to one perverted panda) glared balefully at her 
"sensei".

"GRRRRR...."

That wasn't a panda growl, but a young girl's growl of exasperation.

Then, her expression changed quite rapidly... from upset to smirking.

"Ho... Mister Panda can't resist, hu?  Mister Panda can't think of 
anything but molesting poor, innocent girls...."

Not trying to escape, Akane's bare foot reached forward, almost reaching 
for Genma's hooded organ, as if wanting to caress it.

"What does Panda-san want of poor little me?" she asked impishly.


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Genma reached down and snagged Akane's ankle, digging his claws into the 
heavy leather bracer she was wearing.  He popped out a sign.  [As if I'd 
trust you after you tried to steal my 100 yen.]  Genma took a step 
forward while pushing Akane's leg up into the air.  His forward motion 
ended when one large paw came down, just hard enough to be effective, on 
the foot Akane still had planted on the ground.  He shoved her captured 
leg even higher, till her foot was just below his jaw.  Feeling a bit 
mischievous -- it must be all the teen sex -- he gave her bare sole a 
lick with his tongue.

Holding Akane's ankle firmly, and keeping a good pressure on her other 
foot, he contemplated his next move.  The girl was strong, but not as 
strong as she could be, and she definitely needed work on her 
flexibility.  He contemplated his surrounding.  There were several 
large, but still green, bamboo growths nearby.  They'd work well as 
spring levers.  There was one behind him that he should be able to reach 
if he stretched.  He could use the leather ties he'd hidden in his fur 
to fasten Akane's ankle to that one once he pulled it down.

Unfortunately, there was no good tie near the foot Akane had on the 
ground.  Oh well, he could use one of his signs.  He could jam it hard 
into the ground and secure Akane's ankle to it.  Maybe with a suitable 
message, such as "Cum slut for sale, cheap" written on it.  That ought 
to get Akane going.

She'd be secure then, and he could release his hold on her and pull that 
big growth behind her down till he could fasten her wrists to it.  Akane 
should get a good workout pulling against the springy bamboo, both 
flexibility and strength.  And if she slacked off, he could encourage 
her.


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Akane yelped again when the Panda grabbed her leg.  She was about to 
lash out verbally again, but when she saw the sign she just rolled her 
eyes at his stupidity.  Then he licked the sole of her foot, and she 
couldn't help from giggling, ticklish.

Panda-san dragged her toward the bamboos and began trying to secure her 
ankles.

"Hooo... bondage, now, Kinky-san?" she mocked.

Unfortunately for Genma, even if he was quite used to his panda paws and 
their stubby claws, they weren't exactly as dexterous as human hands.  
Making knots and tying up the girl's foot could have been possible, but 
only if she stayed perfectly still.  And, although she didn't violently 
resist, she easily wiggled her foot and legs out of the bonds every time 
he tried to secure her.  And he couldn't realistically bend the bamboo 
on one part, and immobilize her at the other, even with the help of his 
maw and foot.  Like any other attempt to do several things at the same 
time, it was doomed to failure.  This quickly exasperated the furry 
molester.

Akane chuckled, scoffing at the Saotome father while lying on the 
ground.  "I'll tell you something, *sensei*... I'll let you 'train' 
me... whatever that mean in your perverted mind... but only if you turn 
back to human.  I'm tired of having just a dumb beast as teacher...."


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T.H. Tiger

The last five minutes had been very frustrating for Genma.  He was very 
dexterous in his panda form, but there were limits.  Fine finger control 
for one.  As a result, he was in a receptive mood when Akane made her 
suggestion.  For a second his considered, and then held up a sign.  
[Heat the water!]


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Akane smirked.  Getting back to her feet, she straightened a bit her 
clothes so that she was giving less of a free show.  Then she walked to 
the campsite and putt a kettle to warm on the fire.

If asked to, she'd said that her insistence the get Genma back as a 
human came from the fact she was convinced Ranma's father was plain 
impotent in his true form.  Whether she really believed it or not was 
another matter.

On the back of her mind was probably the belief that she'd more easily 
control of the dirty old man once she'd be able to confront him face-to-
face.  Then, there was no way he'd resist to her feminine wiles.

And, in a deeply, locked, buried, never-seeing-the-light part of her 
subconscious, maybe she was indeed desirous of a little variation.  
Getting fucked out of her mind by a furry panda and feasting on his 
chocolate-flavored sperm had been interesting, but not on top of her 
fantasy.  She probably longed for a more human lover, even if he was a 
generation apart from the one she truly wanted.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma mused as Akane walked over to the fire.  Akane would have been 
surprised if she'd been privy to his thoughts, and skeptical.  He was 
not thinking of sex in the least.  Not because he was a neuter, but 
because he really and truly did mean to train Akane to be a better 
fighter.

It really hadn't started out that way, but training a student had been 
Genma's whole life for over ten years, and now that he was back on the 
road he was falling back into his old mindset.

Akane did need to improve her flexibility.  She'd never be truly fast 
till she did.  The bamboo shoots were a valid means to force her to 
stretch past what she thought of as her limits.  Once he was male again, 
he'd be better able to secure her.


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Akane was taping her foot, obviously impatient for the water to heat.  
She couldn't wait but to confront the man that pretended to be her 
sensei once he'd shed off the "cute little panda" guise.

So, the water was far from boiling -- thankfully for Genma -- but she 
didn't warn him when she suddenly interrupted his musings by splashing 
him.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

People with Jusenkyô curses eventually became accustomed to unexpected 
and frequent splashing.  As a result, Genma was not overly bothered by 
Akane's actions.  There was the peculiar twisting feeling that came from 
changing form, and a fraction of a second later Genma was human again.  
That was when a slight difference from his usual change appeared.

For some reason, Genma's clothing did not get shredded by his change to 
a panda, and it usually appeared from nowhere when he came back to human 
shape.  This time, however, he was naked except for his glasses.

People tended to think of Genma as fat, partially because of his bulk, 
and partially because he never seemed to move unless he had to.  His 
somnolent behavior tended to make people forget the periods when he 
showed his talent, usually when sparring with Ranma.  Genma was big and 
bulky, but it was the bulk of hard solid muscle, with only a very thin 
layer of fat softening his appearance.  Naked, this was far more 
apparent than when he was clothed.  Another thing noticeable was his 
sexual endowment.

Happôsai had not randomly accepted Sôun and Genma as his disciples.  
Unlike many poor patsies Happôsai had taken advantage of over the years, 
which he usually dumped after a week or so, Sôun and Genma he trained 
for years and genuinely tried to teach him his art.  That did not mean 
his pervert nature had not had a part in the selection.  His own self-
image insisted only truly virile men could learn his art.  As a result, 
the end reason Happy had selected Sôun and Genma had been the fact that 
they were both hung like horses.

Genma's cock was not as large as when he was a panda, but nothing human 
could be, and have a functioning sex organ.  But, for a human, he was 
big, very big; even limp his cock was at least seven inches long.

Genma brushed the water from his face, and looked at Akane.  "Now, girl, 
we'll have a little talk." he said.


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Akane's eyes had bulged at the sight of Genma's naked form.  She had 
been expecting him to be clothed like every time he'd changed back to 
human, so she ended as the one surprised.  Especially since her eyes had 
instinctively darted toward the Saotome father's crotch.

She glorped.  She could have never believed that someone could be just 
as hung as her father -- whose she had only ever glanced at the organ 
totally by accident while walking on him in the bath once and she hadn't 
looked not at all I tell you.


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Akane was not the only one surprised by the lack of garments on Genma.  
Genma himself was taken by surprise.  Usually the most he might have to 
do is adjust the hang of his clothes.  He'd never converted to out and 
out naked, unless he had been that way when he'd changed to a panda.

He hastily pulled out his spare gi from his bag and dressed himself.  
"Ahem!" he coughed once he was dressed.  "Now, we start your training, 
girl."


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Akane shook her head and blinked to dissipate the after-image of what 
she'd seen.  Then she snorted.

"Oh yeah... training!  And you're going to try to tell me than THIS", 
she said while pointing at the bamboo contraption that Genma attempted 
to set up, "is solely for martial arts, and with no kinky afterthought?"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Get your mind out from between your legs, girl!" Genma ordered.  "I 
swear, you have a one-track mind.  You're as bad as Ranma." Genma 
grumbled.  "'When are we going to eat, Pop?'  'Is it time to eat, Pop?'  
'I haven't eaten in three days, Pop.'

"A martial artist must rise above the urges of the body if he is to 
become a true master.  So forget about your urges, girl, and come here 
so I can get you set up."


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Akane wasn't pleased by Genma's diatribe.  Whether it was being compared 
to Ranma -- 'I'm not like that idiot!' --, the glimpse of Genma's 
training regimen -- 'He thinks STARVATION is a good incentive??' -- or 
being scolded for her urges -- 'Why that PERVERT!  How dare he?' --, she 
really was starting to understand why beating up the old panda was 
Ranma's favorite pastime.

"My urges?  MY URGES?!  You're one to talk, all you've been doing since 
we left was taking advantage of me!  You're just as bad as Grandfather 
Happôsai!  Or even worse, at least Jiji isn't AN ANIMAL most of the 
time!!!"

She stomped toward the bamboos, but not to let Genma tie her up... with 
a sharp strike of the hand, she sharply cut one of the stalks.  "And if 
THIS isn't some kind of kinky bondage set-up, then I'm a virgin!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Thank you." Genma said, snagging the cut bamboo staff from Akane before 
she could react.  He then used the pole to sweep her feet out from under 
her.


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"OOWW...."

Akane groaned from her position, lying flat on her back on the leafy 
ground.

"Okay, okay..." she mumbled while trying to stand up.  "You manage to 
mix up martial arts with kinkiness, but that still doesn't prove  
anyth--"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma shoved the end of the staff into Akane's diaphragm, robbing her of 
breath and the ability to speak.  It also effectively pinned her to the 
ground.

"You have the potential to be one of the best, girl." Genma said in a 
truly angry voice.  "The battle dôgi proved that.  I've been praying the 
boy would take a hand and help you realize that.  But you've got him too 
well trained."  Before Akane could protest or ask what he was talking 
about, or get her breath for that matter, he continued.  "He's so 
terrified that you'll think he's a pervert if he lays a hand on you in 
the wrong place, he just dodges when you manage to corner him into 
sparring.

"Thanks to you, the boy walks around with blue balls half the time.  And 
what do you do?  You fuck the master.  I don't give a damn if he forced 
your or blackmailed you.  I saw it.  You enjoyed it, and you enjoyed 
what we did.  You like sex, girl.  So get off your high horse.  I'm 
going to train you, and maybe I'll rape you a few times as well.  But 
when I'm done you'll at least have the start at being halfway good."

Genma tossed aside the staff and grabbed one of Akane's legs and hauled 
her into the air by it.  He clipped the metal clasp on one end of the 
leather tie he produced to her ankle band, and tied the other to a stout 
bamboo shoot he pulled down.


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Now that Genma had hands, Akane couldn't resist his pull and was quickly 
hanging upside-down by a leg.  All she could do was waving her arms 
while she childishly panicked.

"Waaaah... That's not fair!" she whined.

It wasn't HER fault if Ranma was so spineless... who reared him anyway?  
That boy was so clueless that he'd not even get the hint if she jumped 
naked in his bed!  Who could reproach her to have gone for other 
partners when her own fiancé was letting her hot and bothered all the 
time?  She had tried to push to take the lead... to make him angry 
enough so that he'd throw her on the ground and take revenge on her by 
ravaging her body... but all her beating had done was making him only 
more skittish.  What's a poor, frustrated girl to do?

Akane whimpered.  She had thought that once human, it would be easy to 
play Genma by the sentiment or lead him with subtle teasing... but he 
was a bear whatever the shape!

What was worse, his promise of "raping her a few times", she discovered, 
only made her hotter and confused.  No, she didn't want to be raped by 
the fat bastard... she wanted another Saotome to be rough with her, to 
tie her up, to spank her for being a bad girl, to fill every of her 
holes with his big wang....

"That's not fair!" she repeated.  "Why couldn't it be Ranma doing that 
to me, instead of his father?"


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T.H. Tiger

Genma's ears twitched, a holdover from his curse maybe, when he 
overheard Akane's remark.  Hmmm, why not indeed?  Maybe the boy could 
benefit from some alternative training.  But what he said was "Because 
I'm a man, and Ranma is still a boy, girl!"

Genma reached into the flailing tangle that was Akane's free limbs and 
caught hold of her other ankle.  Pulling hard, he took several steps 
toward another bamboo shoot.  Pulling that one down, he tied this ankle 
to it.  When he released her, Akane's legs and ass were held off the 
ground by the springy Bamboo, while her back and shoulders still touched 
the ground.  While her legs were pulled apart a fair ways, it was 
nowhere near a full split.  Not good enough.


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Akane has tears in her eyes... not from the pain of being forced to do 
the split, though.  Rather, it was from the embarrassment of having 
blurted the last part about Ranma out loud.  She had meant to keep it 
for herself.

Grumbling, her face hardened as she glared at Genma and the contraption 
he'd put her in.  "What is this supposed to do?  Helping me strengthen 
my legs?" she asked in a sarcastic tone, not believing a bit Genma's 
ranting about improving her martial art skills.  All that pervert wanted 
was to tie her helpless, she was sure of it.

She flexed her legs, pulling on the bamboos and almost closing her 
thighs for a while.  But despite her enormous strength, the flexible 
overgrown weed proved to be quite resistant.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma ignored Akane's words, though he was pleased to see her strain 
against the bamboo shoots.  Maybe he wouldn't have to encourage her....  
He frowned at that thought.  He'd sort of looked forward to 
"encouraging" her.

He looked around at the various bamboo growths in the clearing, picking 
out the right one for what he wanted to do next.  Selecting a good 
specimen, he climbed a few feet up it to gain the leverage to bow it 
toward the bound Akane.  Letting his feet drop to the ground he walked, 
moving his hands over each other as he kept the shoot bent.  He bounced 
with each step as the shoot tried to spring back to its original 
position.  Reaching Akane, he looped another leather strap around the 
stalk he was holding and then clipped it to one of Akane's ankles.  
Finally, he removed the tie that had fastened her to the original shoot.  
When he let go of both of them, Akane was pulled into the air, her head 
about two feet off the ground, and her legs spread far apart.  Still not 
a full split, but much closer than before.

"There," Genma said with satisfaction, "now I want you to try and touch 
your head to the ground.  You can do it by pulling your legs together.  
Do that one hundred times, and then we can move on to the next 
exercise."

Genma was tempted to reach down and slip Akane's top out of her bottoms.  
If he did it would fall down and bare her breasts, but he decided 
against it.  If she obeyed him, it would happen shortly without help 
from him, and if she didn't, he could start out with that to encourage 
her to listen to him.  A few switches across her bare breasts might make 
her more eager to listen to her teacher.


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Akane, busy struggling against the bamboos, wasn't looking at what Genma 
was doing... so she was quite surprised when the sensei tied her ankle 
to another one, this time tense enough to lift her from the ground.

"GAAH!"

Her gi top was barely holding itself, so she tucked it hastily in her 
pants to not give Genma another free show.  Because of the cut 
waistband, said pants were only staying on thanks to gravity, since she 
was upside-down.

She then heard Genma explain the 'exercise', and growled.  "Ah you call 
that training!" she disdainfully said, her stubborn pride pricked.  "I 
can... *huff* do that... *ggnnnn* all day... *han* ..."

And she started, indeed, bringing her legs together by the sole strength 
of her thighs, the top of her head grazing the floor.  Although, as 
usual, she was trying a bit too hard, and at this rhythm she was going 
to exhaust herself fast.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma nodded his head in satisfaction as Akane managed, just barely, to 
touch her head to the ground.  He still had it.  He'd judged both the 
bamboo and Akane's strength perfectly.  He was a touch disappointed that 
she'd tucked her top firmly into her pants.  It would have been pleasant 
to watch her breasts bob as she moved up and down, especially once she 
started to get all glistening with sweat.

"Not bad, girl." he said.  "I doubt there are many seventy-years-old who 
could manage that.  Of course, if you plan on fighting anyone under 
seventy you might put a bit more effort into it."

Genma smirked.  It was so amusing when her face turned that interesting 
color.


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"GRRRRR...."

It was also funny how Akane could growl like a bear, even more 
realistically that Genma's panda form.

"SHUT UP!"

What was less funny to the Saotome father, though, was when Akane 
demonstrated the one martial art technique she had reached perfect 
mastery with...

Improvising bludgeoning, punishing weapons.

DIGGING both hands on the ground for better leverage, she pulled both 
legs together -- and the bamboo stalks with them -- and then whipped 
suddenly her foot toward Genma, which forced the bamboo to twist and 
bend low enough to smack him hard on top of his bald head.

It was purely an adrenaline-boosted move, and there was little doubt 
Akane wouldn't be able to pull this one a second time.  Yet, this was 
nonetheless impressive what the girl could do when angry.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma stumbled backward, falling on his rump.  He rubbed his head and 
glared at Akane.  If there was one thing he hated, it was a smart-aleck 
student.  He'd had his fill with Ranma.  He was not going to tolerate 
another one.

He lumbered to his feet, selected a suitably small bamboo shoot, and 
sheared it off with a swipe from the side of his foot.  Swishing it 
through the air, he walked around Akane so he was standing behind her.  
All the time, he moved the switch through the air with an ominous 
humming noise.  "Girl, I've always said your father should have taken a 
switch to you years ago.  I'm going to make up for lost time."


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Akane was trying to duplicate the previous attack, but she had mostly 
burned her reserve doing this.  She could still bring her head to touch 
the ground, as instructed by Genma, but no more.

As the humming noise was making her nervous, a sweatdrop formed on her 
brow.  "Y-you-you... you wouldn't dare?!" she stuttered.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Ha!" Genma laughed.  "Dare?  It's my duty as your teacher, girl.  There 
is no 'dare' involved."  Genma reached out and drew a finger down the 
seam splitting the crotch of Akane's gi.  All that happened was he 
shoved some material into the crack of Akane's ass.  He scowled as he 
remembered he no longer had claws.  Well, he was a martial artist, he'd 
make do.  Drawing back his arm, he focused his ki into his switch and 
brought it down in a whistling arc.  The tip parted the fabric of 
Akane's pants like a razor and skimmed between her ass cheeks without 
touching skin.  The material fell apart, revealing Akane's bare bottom, 
and framing his prospective target nicely.  He could just make out the 
purse of her pussy between her legs, partly hidden by the remaining 
fabric.  Somehow it was more enticing for being partly hidden and his 
cock lurched inside his own pants.


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Akane shrieked and squirmed when Genma bared her buttocks.

"GAH!!  NO!!  Please, not my ass... I never got anything up the ass!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma rolled his eyes.  "You really are sex crazy, girl" he said, 
ignoring the evidence of his own erection.

He pulled back the switch in his hand, and delivered a stinging swat to 
Akane's exposed rear.  A bright red welt sprang into view on her creamy 
flesh.  "I'm just trying to encourage you to be more vigorous in your 
exercise, and to not be so disrespectful of your teacher.


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"OWWW!!" Akane winced, her eyes full of tears.  "I'm not sex-crazy!" she 
protested.  "You're the one who tore my bottom open!"

However, Genma could watch with satisfaction as Akane pulled on her legs 
and brought her head to touch the ground just as he requested.  Though 
if she was doing this to accomplish the exercise her ordered or in the 
hope to break free of the bamboos was anyone's guess.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma idly swished his switch through the air, close to Akane's bottom, 
but not touching it as the girl moved up and down.  Genma drooled 
slightly as he watched her powerful muscles flex and pull, making her 
ass stand out prominently.  As she moved, her pants gapped open and 
closed, providing peek-a-boo glimpses of her cunt.  Despite the work-out 
he knew it had seen in the last day and a half, it still looked 
virginal.  Genma's cock hardened more as he thought of shoving it into 
Akane while she exercised.  The play of muscles around it would be 
fantastic.


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Akane grunted.  Her leg muscles were getting stiff from the intense 
effort.  Worst, the cool air on her aching bottom, and the involuntary 
rubbing of her thighs and pants, were causing involuntary excitement.

Being bare-assed in front of the pervert Saotome was already humiliating 
enough, she didn't want him to spot her arousal too.

"Ain't that enough for you?  I'm doing your fucking training exercise, 
you fucking bastard!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Swish, smack, swish, smack.  Genma laid two welts on either of Akane's 
ass cheeks.  "Respect your teacher," he ordered, very lightly hitting 
Akane at the point between her anal pucker and her cunt.  Not enough to 
hurt, but enough to make his threat clear.

Having done that, he answered Akane's question.  "Yes, you are doing my 
superior training.  Very slowly.  I'm waiting for you to finish, so we 
can go on to the next one."


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"OOOOWWWW..." Akane whimpered in pain from the bottom-warming.

Yet, her efforts were recessing... Akane's face was very red from the 
blood flooding to her head because of the upside-down position.  Her 
eyes were starting to spiral in their orbits.

"Hu... please... I don't feel too well...." she droned.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

'Uh oh, didn't want her chucking her cookies.' Genma thought.  He 
quickly dropped his switch and took hold of Akane's shoulders.  Lifting, 
he brought her torso up parallel to the ground, though her legs were 
still well-spread by the bamboo shoots.  He squeezed his arms together, 
catching Akane's head between his forearms so that her head would not 
sag down.  When he was done her face was facing toward, and only inches 
away, from his groin, and the erect cock that was concealed, badly, by 
his cotton pants.

"That's it, take a deep breath, girl." Genma said.  And if his voice 
could not be called overly caring, it was not harsh or insulting, which 
was as close as Genma ever came to expressing affection or concern.  
"Settle your stomach, and then we can go back and get the last dozen.  
You don't want to give up when you're so close to the last one, do you?"  
The tone of Genma's voice implied that only utter wimps would give up at 
this point.

OOC: OK, Genma was standing behind Akane, with a nice view of her 
bottom.  So, when he pulled her up to let the blood flow out of her 
head, her back would have been facing up, and her face would have been 
facing down, except Genma was also supporting her head and had it tilted 
toward him.  Lean your head back as you sit in your chair.  That is sort 
of the position Akane is in, except that her stomach is facing the 
ground.  It would likely be a bit of a strain on her joints, but what do 
you expect from Genma "it's all training" Saotome.


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The new position Genma put her in wasn't much more comfortable from 
Akane.  Sure, blood wasn't flowing to her head as badly as before, but 
the strain on her joints and middle was painful.

She opened bleary eyes, and her gaze fell on Genma's crotch.  Hard to 
tell what association of ideas was going in her head at that time.  The 
sure thing is that she turned green and clamped a hand over her mouth.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Suck it up, girl!" Genma said with some urgency in his voice.  He let 
go of Akane and jumped back, which left her free to swing back down and 
away from him.  He moved hastily in between her spread legs and reached 
out just in time to catch hold of her as she swung upward.  He pulled 
her partially upright, and only noticed once he had her torso more or 
less the right way up that his hands were each holding a nice soft 
mound, which he checked for firmness with a squeeze or two.


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"Blleah?"

Akane blinked and slurred, a bit of drool seeping from her lips.  Since 
she wasn't reversed any more, her face regained a more healthy shade.  
But still, she didn't look very fresh, and was rather unresponsive.  
Even Genma's hands on her breasts didn't stir an uproar, which was 
rather a bad sign.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma nodded to himself.  She'd done better than he'd expected.  This 
exercise was a wicked one.  It put the maximum strain on her legs, groin 
and stomach muscles.  It was no wonder she was feeling nauseous, with 
all the strain she'd been putting on her belly.  Not that he was about 
to let her know hat.

"Eighty-seven!  That's pathetic!  You should be able to do a hundred 
without breaking a sweat!"  Genma gave Akane's breasts a hard squeeze, 
and then let go of her, letting her swing freely as he jumped back out 
of the way.  "I should let you hang there all night!" Genma ranted.  
"But, I'm just to darn soft for my own good."  He reached out and gave a 
quick pull on the knots that held Akane's ankles to the bamboo.  The 
quick release knots he'd tied released easily, and Akane fell to the 
ground, her shirt up over her tits and her bare ass fully exposed to 
Genma's gaze.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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"GAaaaaH!!"

This was Akane's comment when she was swung back by the bamboo...

" ......ahouch!"

... and when she finally hit the ground.  Sprawled on the leafy floor, 
she rubbed her head, backside and other spots that felt mightily sore.  
She was still feeling queasy, and her muscles were too strained for her 
thinking about standing for a while.

"You call that training?  That's torture, pure and simple!  No wonder 
Ranma is so screwed up...."


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"No wonder Ranma is the best of his generation!" Genma retorted.  "Do 
you think anyone gets that good without paying a price?"  Genma's face 
was twisted up in a scowl.  He placed a foot on Akane's bare ass and 
shoved her forward.  "I should just give up on you and leave you here.  
But I'm not a quitter like you."  He nudged his foot forward till his 
toe pressed between Akane's ass cheeks.  "Maybe you got Ranma jumping 
through hoops by waving this at him, but I've seen and fucked better." 
Genma said.  Despite his words, his cock was more than half erect and 
shoving at the fabric of his gi.


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Akane, for once, ignored the lewd comment.  She was not happy about 
Genma fondling her, but even less about his training methods.  And she 
was going to make it known.

"The best?  Bah!  Don't make me laugh.  The best at cheating and running 
away, or ignoring his defeats... pretending that none of them count.  
That's all that Ranma is good at.  You call that 'the best'?"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"A martial artist must never lie to herself." Genma declaimed pompously.  
"Ranma never runs away when it matters, and he always rises to the 
occasion when needed.  You know that.  You're just trying to make 
excuses to justify that you don't want to do what it takes to be a true 
master.  You'd rather bitch and whine that life isn't fair, and everyone 
else does not play by your rules.  Well, wake up, girl.  This is real 
life, and you don't get to make the rules."

All the while Genma had been talking, he'd been kneading Akane's ass 
with his toes.  Now he pulled his foot back, and slid his toes in 
between Akane's legs till they touched her cunt.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

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Akane gasped.  This time she couldn't ignore Genma's fondling, 
especially with his toe rubbing her bare pussy.  Yet, she still had some 
defiance left in her body.

"You're... one to talk..." she gasped, "you're the one who... keep 
changing the rules... as you see fit... mmmmh... STOP DOING THAT!!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Rules?  Rules!" Genma said in a derisive voice, before throwing back 
his head and laughing out loud.  Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, he 
said.  "There*are*no*Rules*Girl!"  With each word, Genma flicked his big 
toe against Akane's sensitive flesh.


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Akane gritted her teeth.  She should have known better than trying to 
argue with Genma, the master of denial and bullshit.  She hadn't a tenth 
of Ranma's experience in bickering with his father.

His "no rules" comment made her want to try another nut-shot... but it 
was doomed from the start, Genma was already wary and with her stiff 
legs, she'll never pull it out.

So, she just rolled on the ground to escape Genma's intrusive toes, 
whishing she could stand up to give him a beating.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma nudged Akane subtly when she tried to escape his probing toe, 
causing her to roll completely over on her back, when maybe all she'd 
intended was to roll to her side.  Before she could react, he dropped 
forward and landed with a thump between her spread legs, stopping her 
from closing them.


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By pinning Akane in this new, helpless position, Genma rekindled her 
fighting spirit.

"Hey!  What are you doing!?" she protested loudly, trying to get her 
sore muscles to obey and flip the pervert away.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Too bad you're in such bad shape, or you might have a chance to shove 
or toss me aside." Genma said in a matter-of-fact voice.  He reached 
down and clamped his hands onto the Akane's muscular inner thighs.  His 
thumbs dug deep into her flesh, only inches away from her exposed pussy.  
He began to work his muscular digit into the core of Akane's muscles, 
loosening the stiffened flesh and improving blood and chi flow.

"Yep, too bad.  Nothing you can do to stop me from having my way with 
you, and doing anything I want.  Your cunt sure felt nice wrapped around 
my panda dick, wonder how it will feel around my human one?"

Of course Genma wasn't about to admit that all he was doing was giving 
her an intensive massage to prevent her from cramping up badly and maybe 
tearing her muscles.  But, then again, as his cock stiffened as he 
touched Akane, it would be nice to soak his poor dick in some nice, wet 
teen pussy.


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Akane's hand weakly grabbed Genma's own, but they exerted far too little 
pressure to pry them away.  She whimpered and tossed her head backward, 
her expression a mix of helplessness and anger.  She couldn't find the 
strength to push him away.  Worst, his hands felt good, soothing her 
painful muscles and at the same time exciting her.  In her prone 
position, her torn-up gi showing off her assets, she couldn't help but 
think how offered and wanton she must have looked.  Terminally 
embarrassed and aroused, she tried to make token protest.

"You pervert!  You can't keep your hand off of me!  Ha!  You've yet to 
prove you can get it hard when you're not a dumb animal!"


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

"Oh, so you want proof, you little slut.  Well, I think I can offer 
that." Genma said.  For just a second he removed his hands from Akane's 
thighs, and shoved down his pants.  His hard cock, a good ten inches 
long popped free and slapped up against his big belly.

While it was much smaller than his panda dick, the head almost made up 
for that all by itself.  While his animal prick was almost pointed, his 
human dick had a huge point, almost the size of a peach, and it looked a 
bit like one as well depending on the angle you were viewing.

"There you go, satisfied?" Genma asked with a leer as he went back to 
massaging Akane's upper legs, his thumbs much closer to her damp cunt 
this time.


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Akane's eyes bulged at the sight of the Genmahood in its full glory.  
The Panda's prick was impressive, but this... thing was no less 
disturbing.  Involuntarily, she gulped.

"I'm... I'm not a slut..." she protested weakly.  "It's just that... 
dirty old men... can't keep their hands... of my body...."

She whimpered, any effort to hide her arousal doomed to failure.  How 
could her traitorous self give in so easily to her base urges?  It was 
all Ranma's fault, if he had kept her satisfied before....


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma kept rubbing Akane's large muscles with his hands, and especially 
his thumbs.  He worked his way deep between her legs, the pressure 
causing her cunt to come into full view.  Her outer labia was engorged 
with blood, and parted to show the delicate pink interior.  The girl was 
hot for it, despite her words.  Genma left off massaging with one of his 
hands and reached down Akane's legs to grab one of her ankles.  He pried 
her leg out and up, bending it, and stretching all the muscles in it as 
he leveraged it back toward her head, and by chance exposing her twat 
fully to his view.  The hand that was still on her other leg slipped 
upward, and he plunged his thumb into her wetness.

"Not a slut, eh?" Genma said.  "Then how come you're so wet and ready?  
Face it girl, you're a regular cum-bucket, you can't get enough.  You 
like dirty old men pawing you.  You like dirty old men shooting your 
full of their dirty-old-men jizm."


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"Noooooooo..." Akane whimpered, while her body shook from the 
uncontrolled pleasure his thumb elicited.  Mixed with the pain still 
lingering in her sore thighs and legs, and the humiliating position, it 
was terribly arousing and distracting.

"They were forcing me... they were all forcing me..." she repeated 
between sobs.

"That bastard Tarô just raped me and stole my virginity..."

Even if Akane believed her own words, this reminded Genma of the
pictures he found in her bedroom... those photos taken by Happôsai... 
showing her boffing the Chinese boy... an unmistakable look of bliss on 
her face.

"And your wife forced me on Kumon Ryû..."

This, Genma could remember witnessing it himself.  He only caught the 
tail end of the threesome, when Nodoka and Akane were going at it like 
seasoned lesbians, but the younger woman sure hadn't looked that 
protesting.

"And master Happôsai was blackmailing me..."

Now Genma had a much clearer memory of that part... especially when the 
nympho girl literally used Happy and his ki-dong like a living sex-toy.

"And you dirty panda used me in my sleeeeeeeeep...." she added, her 
voice squealing in the end.


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Never bullshit a bullshitter, went the saying.  Genma was getting a real 
strong whiff from Akane.  It was clear to him, if not to her, that the 
girl loved sex, but only if provided with plausible deniability.  She 
would never, ever indulge if given the choice to do so.  But forced into 
it, she reveled in the act like the little slut she seemed to be.

Genma saw no reason to deny himself the pleasure of her body.  And if 
being raped was what she needed to get into it... so be it.

"I guess this just hasn't been your week." Genma said with a smirk as he 
let go of Akane's inner thigh with his hand and took hold of his cock, 
steering it toward the damp petals of Akane's cunt.  He pressed the head 
against her folds, making sure he was right on target, and then let his 
heavy ass drop, spearing through Akane's flesh with a powerful thrust 
that spread her wide open.


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"NOOOOOOOOO...!"

Akane's scream died in a strangled gasp.  Genma's fleshy spear stabbed 
her pussy and imbedded itself within warm, drenched, fleshy folds that 
immediately clenched around the hard spear.

Akane's whole body tensed, ecstasy and agony mixing in reaction to the 
sudden penetration.  Eyes filled with tears, she shook her head right 
and left, leaf and twigs getting stuck in her hair, while repeating "NO, 
NO, NO, NO, NO!"

Deep inside, though, she knew that a part of her self directed by more 
animalistic urges and needs was shouting 'YES, YES, YES!'


Re: 'Training' Trip... the Morning After

T.H. Tiger

Genma gave a grunt as the tight walls of Akane's cunt slowed his inward 
plunge.  God, the girl was tight... and hot... and wet... and young.  
Her cries did nothing, except maybe to excite him, to dissuade him.  
"Yessssss!" He hissed in Akane's twisted face.  "You're made to fuck, 
girl."  His hand tightened on her raised leg, and he pushed it back 
while clenching his ass and driving another inch or two into her tight 
clasping twat.


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"No, I'm notaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Akane's denial would have been much more convincing it her traitorous 
body hadn't chosen this moment to climax.  Her already-so-tight pussy 
clamped around the manly rod like a vise; it almost felt like she could 
crush the fleshy organ under the pressure.  Lubricant fluids flooded her 
vessel, overflowing from the small space left by the shaft and drenching 
Genma's pubis and ball with warm juices.

Akane's head shot backward, her back leaving the ground despite Genma's 
weigh on her lower half, so strongly she was arching her spine.  This 
made her exposed breasts stand out, jutting toward the sky like twin 
hills despite gravity working against them.  From Akane's mouth escaped 
plenty of throaty, breathy moans mixed with pants and sobs.  Her raised 
and bent legs waved like a flag from the tremor racing through her body.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Despite long years of experience, Genma let out a gasp as Akane's cunt 
closed around him, milking him hard.  It was all he could do not to blow 
his nuts.  At the same time, he smirked at her reaction.  Just as he'd 
told her.  The girl was made for this.  No more pussyfooting around on 
his part.  She thought he was a dirty old man, and wouldn't take his 
attempt to train her seriously, so why bother trying to convince her?  
He'd toughen her up, and enjoy himself at the same time.

What Genma did not know was that a long hidden aspect of Happôsai's 
training was starting to take effect in him.  Hidden behind post-
hypnotic commands that even Happôsai had long since forgotten installing 
was Genma the S.-M. master.  Akane's reaction to Genma's rape was 
bringing that creation fully front and center, and Genma was entering a 
state where his sexual stamina was as great as his talent for fighting 
and eating.  And his mindset saw every attractive female as nothing more 
than toys for his enjoyment, and the enjoyment of the one-man audience 
that had created the persona.

Happôsai was not here to enjoy the fruit of his training, but Akane was 
about to get up close and personal with a side of Genma she, or Ranma, 
had never met.

Genma hunched his back, clenching his ass, as he thrust to the roots in 
Akane's spasming cunt.  He pulled out till the head of his cock showed, 
and then thrust back in with all his might.  At the same time, his free 
hand crept up Akane's belly till it could take hold of one of her small, 
but shapely breasts.  He dug his fingers into her tit flesh hard, and 
used it as a stabilizing handle as he rocked his hips back and forth, 
sliding his dick in and out of her.

"Not much of a handful." he grunted as he mauled Akane's tit.  "We'll 
have to see about fixing that.  A little titty-bondage will make them 
swell up nice and plump."


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"Ah!  Han!  Ack!  They're *Ah!* not *Ah!* that *Ah!* small!" Akane 
protested between gasps.  Even when getting raped, she still had her 
priorities!

Her head snapped back as Genma's furious fucking made her body shook.  
Oh Kami, he was big... was Ranma-kun just as big as his father?  How 
could a dirty old man be making her feel so good?

Akane had a hard time admitting it, but since her run-in with the Panda 
that night, she had been lusting after Genma's human form... if only to 
prove to herself that she wasn't into animals, and as such wasn't a bad 
girl.  Flawed reasoning, of course, but the Tendô girl had never been 
very good at handling her subconscious urges.

More and more delirious with each passing second of guilty fucking, 
Akane began to hump back, moving in earnest to meet Genma's thrusts.  
Her young, slick, wet pussy welcomed the fat cock within its warm wall.  
Her erect nipple was hard as diamond under his palm.  Her legs were 
trying to circle his waist despite the pinning of his heavy body.  Her 
arms reflexively shot upward and grabbed his bald head.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma let his head be pulled down.  He bit lightly at her face and lips, 
pressing her head to the side with his bald pate and latching onto her 
throat.  Digging his teeth in hard enough to bruise, he increased the 
tempo of his fucking.  He slipped easily in and out of Akane.  Not 
because she was loose, but because she was so slick.  Her tight walls 
wrapped around his cock like a form-fitting glove, and with every 
withdrawal her pink inner flesh dragged slightly backward with his 
shaft, before he shoved it back into her body with powerful thrusts.

Genma levered Akane's leg back further, till her toes came in contact 
with the dirt behind her head.  Her other leg circled his heavy waist, 
her heel digging into his ass.  He reveled in the feel of her young 
flesh under him, and around him.  This was heaven.

Drawing his head back, Genma gave Akane a teeth-bared grin.  "Cum you 
slut!" he ordered her.  "I know you want to.  You love my big cock 
raping you.  This is what you like!  Not all that stupid romance.  You 
want Ranma to toss you in the dirt and do this to you.  To ram his cock 
up your twat and make your tits bounce and swing.  You want him to rape 
you!  Don't you?"

Genma rammed himself forward hard, his balls swinging forward to slap at 
Akane's ass.  He held that position, his cock buried to the root inside 
her as he looked down into her flushed face.  He ground his pelvis into 
her.  "Well?" he asked.


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Akane gasped and panted as Genma was so furiously pounding her.  
Ravaging her.  Screwing the sweet bejezus of her.  Fucking her brain out 
of her skull.  Beating the meat in her helpless body.

Still, having climaxed recently from the simple act of penetration, she 
couldn't grant Genma's dirty-talking wish.  Even if her pussy lips were 
almost bursting with blood... even if her vaginal walls were grinded raw 
by the friction... even if her gushing cunt was shivering with spasms 
from the intense stimulation... she couldn't come yet.

Akane's mind was too overwhelmed by lust and bliss to listen much to 
Genma's ranting.  While she moaned, sighed, cried (though by now it was 
clearly tears of pleasure), she only caught on one name in the Saotome 
father's exhortations.

"Ranma...."

... she repeated as Genma was bending her body out-of-shape...

"Ranma!"

... and ramming his thick rod in her innards with all his might.

"RAAAAAAAAANNMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"


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T.H. Tiger

"Won't do you any good to scream for him!" Genma panted.  "Ranma 
wouldn't have the first idea of how to handle a slut like you." he 
grunted, ramming his cock into her tight channel.  Drawing it out till 
the head popped free, he left the end hovering just over her engorged 
sex.  "You need a man, not some boy, a man like me."  He dropped his 
hips, shafting Akane fully and jarring her body so her breasts bounced 
hard.  He dropped his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, 
and bit down hard; not enough to draw blood, but enough to cause a sharp 
dash of pain.  At the same time he rapidly shuttled his cock back and 
forth in her channel.

"Too bad for Ranma," Genma gasped, "he doesn't know what he's missing.  
Maybe he needs to learn.  Maybe I should give him a present.  You all 
wrapped up in a red ribbon for him to do whatever he wants with."  Genma 
laughed as he thrust up and down.  "Shit, the boy wouldn't have a clue.  
He'd likely untie you, and let you kick his ass for daring to touch your 
lily-white body.  But you want him to do that.  Don't you?" Genma 
sneered.  "You want Ranma to do this to you." he said, pulling back and 
plunging deep into Akane's belly.  "You want him to fill you with cock.  
You want him to rip your clothes off, throw you on the ground and rape 
your slut cunt.

"Well, it ain't going to happen, girl.  The boy hasn't a clue..." Genma 
trailed off.  His hips slowed slightly, only fucking into Akane slowly.  
"Unless," Genma mused, "I show him.  Or, her.  Hehehehehehe!" Genma 
laughed in a mirror image of Happôsai's cackle.  "Wouldn't that be a 
treat?  A nice, virgin, red-furred cunt for me to sink my dick in.  I'd 
teach her everything."  He looked down at Akane and dropped his weigh on 
her, crushing her leg between his body and hers and bringing his face 
close to hers.  He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head up so 
she was staring him in the eyes.  "Would you like that?  Do you want me 
to teach Ranma how to rape a girl?  How to make her scream for more, 
even when she's screaming at him to stop?"


Re: "Training Trip"

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> "Won't do you any good to scream for him!" Genma panted.  "Ranma  
> wouldn't have the first idea of how to handle a slut like you." he  
> grunted, ramming his cock into her tight channel.  Drawing it out till  
> the head popped free, he left the end hovering just over her engorged  
> sex.  "You need a man, not some boy, a man like me."  He dropped his  
> hips, shafting Akane fully and jarring her body so her breasts bounced 
> hard.  He dropped his head and captured one of her nipples in his  
> mouth, and bit down hard; not enough to draw blood, but enough to  
> cause a sharp dash of pain.  At the same time he rapidly shuttled his  
> cock back and forth in her channel.

Akane didn't... couldn't answer Genma's assertions.  She was too busy 
crying, moaning, panting, and gasping for air as the Saotome man was 
giving her the fucking of her life.  She yelped and tensed when he 
cruelly bit her nipple, bucking like a wild bronco.  With her squirming, 
she somehow attempted to escape his mouth, which was the first sign of 
resistance she'd shown since the start of the rape.

> "Too bad for Ranma," Genma gasped, "he doesn't know what he's missing.   
> Maybe he needs to learn.  Maybe I should give him a present.  You all  
> wrapped up in a red ribbon for him to do whatever he wants with."   
> Genma laughed as he thrust up and down.  "Shit, the boy wouldn't have  
> a clue.  He'd likely untie you, and let you kick his ass for daring to 
> touch your lily-white body.  But you want him to do that.  Don't you?"  
> Genma sneered.  "You want Ranma to do this to you." he said, pulling  
> back and plunging deep into Akane's belly.  "You want him to fill you  
> with cock.  You want him to rip your clothes off, throw you on the  
> ground and rape your slut cunt."

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!" Akane vehemently protested, shaking her head back 
and forth, teary eyes full of denial.  Yet, she couldn't help but shiver 
at the image that Genma had instilled in her mind.  Of her wrapped in a 
ribbon, like coming out of Kunô's fantasy.  Of Ranma roughly 
"unwrapping" her, and then doing to her the exact same things that his 
father was doing to her.  Of her fiancé throwing her flat on her back 
and then forcing his throbbing manhood -- just as big as Genma's in her 
current fantasy -- in her red, wet, gaping flower.  Of slipping and 
ramming and pumping deep in the recesses of her needy love vessel and 
ravaging her just as some dirty old man was doing now, feeding her pussy 
with a spicy, hot meat sausage.  Of ripping her in two under the girth 
and thickness of his manly rod, stabbing her poor cervix and spearing 
her sacred womb.

> "Well, it ain't going to happen, girl.  The boy hasn't a clue..."  
> Genma trailed off.  His hips slowed slightly, only fucking into Akane  
> slowly.  "Unless," Genma mused, "I show him.  Or, her.  Hehehehehehe!"  
> Genma laughed in a mirror image of Happôsai's cackle.  "Wouldn't that  
> be a treat?  A nice, virgin, red-furred cunt for me to sink my dick  
> in.  I'd teach her everything."  He looked down at Akane and dropped  
> his weigh on her, crushing her leg between his body and hers and  
> bringing his face close to hers.  He grabbed hold of her hair and  
> pulled her head up so she was staring him in the eyes.  "Would you  
> like that?  Do you want me to teach Ranma how to rape a girl?  How to  
> make her scream for more, even when she's screaming at him to stop?"

Akane couldn't hold it any more.  Ranma had long replaced Genma in her 
delirious mind as the one making love to her.  But the old man's 
perverted suggestions were still reaching her, and only fuelling more 
her feverish imagination.  From the deepest, guiltiest, darkest recess 
of her minds were surfacing very kinky and forbidden fantasies.  Like of 
Ranma-kun raping a helpless Shampoo, Ukyô or Kodachi, tied in bondage 
while a dominatrix Akane was watching.  Or of Ranma-chan getting 
gangbanged by a bunch of faceless boys, sucking or welcoming their cocks 
in every holes.  This excited her to no end, and what was bound to 
happen, happened.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

She came like a freight train.  Her vessel clamped around the Saotome 
prick and drenched it with her juices again.  Her whole body shook, and 
her unpinned leg pressed Genma's bottom against her.  Her shrill cry was 
hardly directly in answer to his last question, but it could be 
interpreted as such.  Even more surprising, though, was her next 
reaction... her hands still hugging the head of her future father-in-
law, she pulled his face down... and kissed him!  Hotly.  Lengthily.  
Lewdly.  Messily.

She broke the kiss before either could lack air, but then the intense 
gaze she shot straight at Genma's eyes was enough to keep him frozen in 
shock.  It was a frighteningly clear and aware gaze, not glazed at all.  
At the same time the Tendô girl was almost... smirking?

"Ranma is going to KICK YOUR ASS!" she then said, in a shockingly 
chipper voice.  Even weirder, it was now her rocking her body sensually 
under the transfixed Genma, pushing her hips against his mast and making 
her free breasts bounce.  "And then he's going to make love to me... 
again and again and again... and it's going to be much, much, MUCH 
BETTER than your pathetic attempt at it!!"


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma recovered quickly.  He hadn't missed Akane's reaction to his 
suggestion.  The girl had cum like a wildcat at the thought of him 
"training" Ranma-chan.

"Kick my ass, is he?" Genma mused, returning Akane's smirk.  "Could be, 
but not till I rape 'her' ass, and it would be worth the price."  He let 
go of Akane's up-thrust leg, and let it drop to the ground beside him.  
At the same time he let his full weight fall on Akane, crushing her 
against the ground with his much greater weight.  Then his ass started 
to rise and fall as he shuttled his fat cock in and out of her channel.  
His mouth was only an inch away from Akane's ear, and he whispered to 
her as he continued to fuck her roughly.

"Just imagine your Ranma-chan.  Imagine how she'll feel with my cock 
pumping her like I'm pumping you.  Imagine the look in her eyes as she 
takes a cock for the first time.  But not the last time.  Imagine her 
sucking my cock, taking it up the ass.  Imagine me teaching her all 
about what it feels like to rape a girl.  And then imagine me telling 
her that this is what you like.  This is what you love.  That the only 
way she can ever be a man again is to prove she is one by raping you 
till you faint from sheer pleasure."

Genma nipped Akane's ear as he ground his pelvis into her groin.  "Ranma 
lives up to his name." he whispered in that insidious manner.  "Boy may 
not have a clue, but he's hung like a horse.  Almost as big as me as a 
panda, but with a human-shaped cock.  I've seen him piss while hard.  
He'll split you wide open, girl.  And you'll love it.  You'll love it so 
much, I think you should help me make sure it happens.  I think you 
should help me make sure Ranma learns how to make you scream in 
pleasure.  What do you think?"


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***********somewhere else***********

"AAAaaaaaa...CHOOO!
"A-CHOO!
"KA-ChOOOohhh...
"*sniffle*"

A wet redheaded girl rubbed her nose and mumbled "Jeez... I'm getting a 
cold with that damn rain."

Ranma-chan, nonetheless, resumed her stroll in the wood.  She was 
certain to be close to her quarry by now.  She even thought she'd heard 
something right ahead.

Ranma had been trailing Genma and Akane for the last two days, with the 
enlisted help of one female warrior.  Shampoo's tracking skills were 
pretty useful to find the traces left by Panda-man and his "captive", 
despite the old man's precautions and fast-moving.

Of course, Shampoo's help hadn't been entirely free.  Ranma hadn't 
gotten much sleep at night with the purple-haired girl "cuddling" to him 
in their little tent.  Even know, Ranma-chan blushed at the thought.  
Not that she was minding that much... what Akane didn't know couldn't 
hurt her, right?

A sudden outpour had cut short this partnership, though.  Turning Ranma 
into a girl was annoying, but not the main problem.  That was Shampoo 
turning into a pink pussycat that resulted in them splitting up.  
Shampoo-neko had tried to cling to the yelling and running Ranma, but 
finally had to let go, and when Ranma-chan finally calmed down she was 
already far away.

Not that Ranma-chan was complaining... not having a gloating Shampoo 
with her when finding Akane was not that a bad thing.  And she was sure 
she could find the wayward duo by herself now....

**********back to the campsite************

Genma made a little mistake by letting Akane lay flat on her back, no 
longer in a twisted position.  His weight could certainly pin any 
ordinary girl by itself, but Akane's strength was far above the norm.

So, pushing with all her might with her legs and arms, Akane managed to 
force the heavy-set man to roll on the side and end up on his back... 
with her getting on top.

But surprisingly (or maybe not?), she didn't use the advantage to get 
away from the middle-aged pervert.  Instead, she lifted herself and bent 
her waist until she was sitting on Genma's lap, still impaled on his 
mast.  And there... she began to thrust herself up and down on his 
boner, happily bouncing atop her "uncle".  Her gi vest slid from her 
shoulders along her arms, baring her upper body.  Her hands went to her 
gainaxing breasts, which she squeezed sensually under Genma's leering 
gaze.  What was left of her pants didn't survive the change of posture 
either, tearing up to the knees as she repositioned her legs.

"Oh yess..." she moaned, her pretty face twisting in much more accepted 
pleasure.  "Ranma-chan... is such a tramp..." she whispered then, 
proving she hadn't totally glossed over Genma's words.  "Always 
flaunting her goods... always strutting her ass around... always showing 
up her chest... for the boys to notice... as if she wanted... plenty of 
boyfriends...."

Akane's sloshing cunt continued to swallow the thick cock that pumped 
into her rhythmically.  The new position was making it reach even deeper 
in her tight love hole, surrounding Genma's bludgeon with a sheath of 
warm, wet, hugging flesh.  This was making Akane's speech slurred and 
often intersected with sighs, pants, moans and coos.  But now that her 
ranting started, she was pouring her heart's content over all her 
aggravations at the redhead's scandalous behavior.

"I tried... *gasp* to scold her... *pant* but she... *moan* never 
listened.... *sigh* She needs... mmmmhh... to be taught... huuuuu... 
what it's really like... *oh good* ... to be a girl... *oh yes!* that 
little slut... *OH YEAH* and then she'll know... *OOOOOHHH* ... how 
to... HAAAAA.... F-FUCK MEEEE!!!"


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T.H. Tiger

Ranma's father listened to Akane's words with pleasure.  Ignoring her 
crime in pushing her master over on his back, for now.  "That's right, 
girl.  She needs to learn what acting like a slut gets you.  A little 
hard cock will drive that lesson home."  He took hold of Akane's hips 
and added her in her up and down bouncing, his cock spearing her tight 
tunnel over and over, for a length of time that Nodoka for one would 
have found remarkable.

Genma was normally a bit of a selfish lover, only his stamina and size 
making him a good bed partner to his wife, who actually had no 
experience before Genma.  Happôsai's little bit of conditioning had 
altered that, however.  A good S.-M. master could not be a very good 
master if any odd girl could drain his balls and leave him snoring the 
night away.  Plus, it would not make a very entertaining evening for the 
old pervert.

As a result, in his current mindset, Genma had perfect control over his 
need to climax.  And need he very much had.  His balls ached, and he 
wanted nothing more than to shoot their contents up into Akane, but that 
would go against his long-ago programming.  So, he held back, and kept 
himself hard as Akane rode him to a machine-gun climax.  Once she came, 
she went slightly slack for just a second, and Genma took advantage of 
this to roll back over.  But this time he took care to capture both of 
her legs and shove them up around her ears.  He pumped furiously into 
her, his cock pulling all the way out of her with each rise of his heavy 
ass, and plunging all the way back in with each fall.  His heavy ball 
sacks swung forward to slap the bottom of her cunt.

As he fucked her, only part of his mind was on Akane's cunt, delightful 
though it was.  Near their thrashing bodies were several of the ropes 
he's used to tie Akane to the bamboo earlier.  It took a bit of effort, 
but by keeping Akane's calves tucked under his arms he was able to use 
his hands freely enough to jam several pegs into the ground and then 
secure Akane's wrists and ankles to said pegs.  He then focused on 
fucking her to several dozen climaxes, before pulling out of her, his 
cock dripping with her juices, but still as hard as when he started.  
For a final detail, he tore the ragged crotch out of Akane's gi pants, 
and stuffed it in her mouth.

"Hear that, girl?" Genma asked, cupping a hand to his ear.  "Sound like 
we have company coming.  Don't know how often I've told that girl that a 
true martial artist doesn't complain about a bit of discomfort.  I guess 
I'll need to teach her some manners."

Genma faded back into the surrounding brush, losing himself from sight 
within a few steps.  If he'd judged Ranma-chan's approach right, the 
first thing she'd see when she entered the clearing would be Akane's 
well-spread and dripping twat.  That ought to distract her long enough, 
he mused, working a length of rope through his hands.  He wasn't the 
master of shibari that Sôun was, but he was no slouch with a bit of 
rope, as Ranma would find out.


Re: "Training Trip"

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> "That's right, girl.  She needs to learn what acting like a slut gets  
> you.  A little hard cock will drive that lesson home."

"MMmmmmh... yes..." Akane distractedly moaned while Genma was still 
ravaging her.  Lost in her kinkiest fantasies of watching Ranma-chan 
getting it, she seemed to answer her sensei's words... though apparently 
missing the main point.  "But who... could do that...?  Mmmmhhh... maybe 
we can... *haaaa*... ask Ryôga-kun... *owwww* ... or maybe even Daddy... 
*mmmmm* he's not that old... *hannnn*... and I'm sure he'd like... to 
teach her modesty... *HO YES YES YES YES...!*"

Then, as Akane started cumming like mad, multiple orgasms wracking her 
body, she let go of the topic and just kept yelling in shameless bliss.

******not far from them******

"Akane!"

Ranma-chan had no doubt about the scream she was hearing... it was her 
fiancée's voice.  And by the sound of it, she was in horrendous pain!  
What could the crazy old panda be doing to her?  She'd make the old man 
pay if he'd made her shed even one tear, she swore it!

Rushing in the direction of the screams, Ranma-chan came closer of the 
"training round" at a fast pace.

******you are here******

Meanwhile, Genma had kept manhandling Akane even more roughly, bending 
her supple body at the waist to the limit, then tying her in the lewd 
position, and finally keeping at fucking her until the Tendô girl had 
simply passed out with pleasure.  The gag Genma had stuffed in her mouth 
was a bit unnecessary; she was out for the count and probably for a long 
time.  The satisfied smile she sported before the Saotome man gagged 
her, though, as well as the afterglow, left no doubt about what she 
thought of the experience.  She was literally radiating "well-fucked" 
waves.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma stood silent in the shadows of the bamboo grove, off to the one 
side of the path he estimated Ranma-chan would enter the clearing with.  
Almost directly in front of him, some twenty or so feet away, Akane lay 
unconscious from sexual exhaustion.  Her legs were bent back and pegged 
to the ground at the ankles, which both lifted her ass, and spread it.  
Her torn gi bottoms made a nice white frame for her well-fucked cunt, 
dribbling juices and all.  Her ass was a vivid blotchy red from the 
contact with Genma's hair, thighs and balls.  All in all, a very erotic 
sight to one in Genma's current frame of mind, and his hard erection 
showed that.  It glistened in the faint light from the thick coating of 
Akane's oils that still covered it; every now and then a drop dripped 
onto the ground at his feet.  He waited with the patience of a spider 
for Ranma to slip into his trap, his hands working on the rope that 
would be his web.


Re: "Training Trip"

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Just like Genma was expecting, Ranma-chan was soon jumping into the 
clearing, immediately taking a wary stance.  All her senses, in alarm, 
were screaming in her mind: "Danger, Saotome Ranma, Danger!"

Genma had trained his son well, he was fully aware that there no way he 
could take the redhead by surprise in her current state...

... until the moment she saw Akane, tied like an ecchi shibari model, 
offering her cum-soaked privates for the whole word to view.

The shock was enough to freeze Ranma on the spot.  Sure, the Saotome 
heir wasn't clueless anymore about sex thanks to Nabiki, Shampoo and his 
own mirror clone.  And he/she even had some awareness of erotic bondage, 
gleaned from Hiroshi and Daisuke's hentai magazines.  But to see her own 
fiancée... the champion of pervert-bashing... the one and only uncute 
tomboy... in such a bawdy position... it was too much for her poor brain 
cells.

Akane, despite the discomfort of her posture, lightly snored.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma took advantage of Ranma's lapse, while silently vowing to make 
sure she'd never make such a mistake again.  Unforgivable carelessness.  
His left hand sent a short length of rope spinning toward Ranma's 
ankles, the velocity of the throw making it stretch out in a spinning 
disk.  It sailed through the air with an ominous buzzing sound.  A 
second later, Genma tossed a much longer rope, one that he'd knotted to 
form a crude net, high into the air.  Much too high to catch Ranma.  It 
was going to sail well over her head on its present trajectory.


Re: "Training Trip"

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Ranma snapped out of her daze just before the low rope would strike.  
Her Harakei training screaming "danger" in her mind, she admonished 
herself for getting distracted so easily.  Nonetheless, she jumped above 
the rope a split-second before it would catch her ankles...

... putting herself right in the path of the improvised net, which 
crudely entangled her.  Ranma-chan cursed loudly and rudely as she fell 
back on the ground, though on her butt and not her feet.  She struggled 
furiously against the bonds; no doubt her ki-enhanced strength would get 
rid of them in a very short time.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Any fly fisherman worth his rod and reel could catch a twenty pound fish 
on a seven pound test line; it was all in knowing how to play the fish, 
letting it run, using the flexibility of your rod to absorb shocks, 
taking in the slack whenever you got the opportunity.

Ranma could have snapped any given strand of the net holding her like 
twine, but Genma was not going to give her the chance.  A slender length 
of rope ran from the net back to him, and to the small coil at his feet.  
He gave a yank on the rope, pulling Ranma off her feet, and gave a 
twitch of the rope in his hand, sending a coil looping along the length 
between him and Ranma.  The wave of rope settled around Ranma, and Genma 
gave another jerk, tightening it around Ranma's chest, and pinning her 
arms to her side.  He also yanked her off-balance again, pulling her a 
step closer to him.  He gathered rope from the coil on the ground and 
sent another loop around Ranma, this time yanking her legs together.  
Ranma swayed on her feet, and this time Genma did not bother to try and 
pull her over.  Instead he sent loop after loop of rope around Ranma, 
till she began to look a bit like a mummy.  Her face, her breasts, and 
her middle were the only areas of her body not tightly wrapped in rope.


Re: "Training Trip"

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"WHAT THE #&@$%#!!" Ranma exploded, in a series of invectives each more 
vulgar than the other.  She wasn't happy to be treated like some 
overgrown fish pulled out of the water, and tied up like a mummy.  She 
was downright pissed in fact.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT, AND FOR WHATEVER YOU DID TO 
AKANE!  NOBODY FUCK WITH SAOTOME RANMA!!"


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

"Hahhahahahahhahahaahahaha!"  A deep, but somehow Kodachi-like laugh, 
echoed through the clearing.  "What, not even Saotome Genma?" that 
person said, stepping into the clearing, preceded by his erect cock.

Or at least it looked like Genma.  Akane's ki-senses were nowhere as 
sensitive as Ranma's, and the person in the clearing was radiating a ki 
signature that only vaguely corresponded with Genma's usual emissions.  
For one thing, it was about fifty or sixty percent more powerful.  For 
another, it was dark and ominous, compared to Genma's normal laid-back, 
take-it-easy and go-with-the-flow aura.  The only time Genma's old 
signature had ever come close to this one was on those occasions when a 
chance at a cure, or big money, had presented itself, and even then it 
had never approached this.

Ranma could not know, of course, that what was standing in front of her 
was as much a creature of Happôsai as it was her father.  It was Genma 
with the governor off, without the restraints Happôsai had placed on him 
ages ago to prevent him from every being a true rival, but always an 
ass-kisser of the first water wherever his master was concerned.  This 
was S.-M. Genma.  And he was not your father's panda.


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"Oooh... it's just you, Pop." Ranma muttered in a completely bored tone.  
"Just wait I get out of this and I'll kick your...."

Then, Ranma-chan frowned.  Genma's aura and behavior were... off.  And 
why the hell was he naked?  "Hu, Oyaji, you're alright?  You aren't 
getting possessed by some dumb oni again?  And what the heck happened to 
Akane?"


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Genma walked toward Ranma.  "She finally got some decent training," he 
answered his son (now daughter),  "the sort you've been needing ever 
since Jusenkyô."  Genma was now right in front of Ranma.  His current 
personality saw no need to beat around the bush, unless it seemed like 
fun.  He reached forward and cupped Ranma's cunt through her damp pants.  
At the same time, he casually grabbed one of her breasts and openly 
fondled it while Ranma was shocked speechless.

"Nice and firm; good muscle tone." he remarked in a matter-of-fact 
voice, as if he was talking about Ranma's biceps and not her tit.

Genma learned really fast from Happôsai, and with some of his basic 
instincts suppressed by the little pervert, he was soon approaching his 
master in sheer talent.  A fact that disturbed Happôsai quite a bit, as 
he could see Genma easily surpassing him.  That was something he could 
not allow.  Thus, he had placed Genma into a trance, and using a 
combination of pressure points and hypnotism, turned a potential rival 
in the sexual arena into a fat buffoon.  Some of his finest work.  But 
even the best constructed edifice shows wear after a while, and his 
encounter with Akane had shattered almost all of the restraints on 
Genma.


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Ranma being shocked speechless was quite uncharacteristic of the 
loudmouthed Saotome, and as such it didn't last long.

"Wha... WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU CRAZY OLD COOT!?"

That was a rhetorical question, of course.  Ranma was far less clueless 
about those things since he'd started screwing around.  She was also 
much more aware of her girl's body needs -- lengthy and wild lesbian sex 
as a woman with that hottie Shampoo provided that.  But this was 
different.  Shampoo was a girl, so it didn't count if Ranma was a girl 
too... and as fun as it was, the pigtailed boy favored being a male and 
plunge his hot rod in the Amazon's twat.  No guys should ever be allowed 
to try the same thing with her!  Tarô tried with his slimy tentacles, 
and she kicked his ass for that!

Now, Genma was that last man... last living being on Earth that Ranma 
would have ever expected to molest her.  Not just because he was his 
father, but also because... Genma and sex just didn't add up.  The old 
panda was simply too lazy for her to even envision the thing.  Like many 
children, she never even pondered about her own conception -- the mere 
thought was way too icky.

"JUST WAIT I GET OUT OF THIS NET, AND I'LL KICK YOUR BALD BUTT TO THE 
MOON!!"


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"Then I guess I'll have to make sure you don't get out of it." Genma 
said in a cheerful voice as his hand continued to fondle Ranma's breast.

"But, you are a bit overdressed." he mused.  Genma backed off, and 
snapped his the fingers of both hands.  Miniature vacuum blades lanced 
out from his snapping fingers, and sliced the clothes visible to shreds.  
That meant that Ranma's big breasts were suddenly exposed to the cold 
air; but even more exposed was her middle, which was suddenly bare as 
her shredded pants tops fell down over the ropes holding her legs in 
place.

"That's better." Genma said.  Stepping forward, he cupped one of Ranma's 
bare breasts while his other hand resumed its position over her pubic 
mound.  Only this time, his fingers were not restricted by cloth.  
Expert fingers twiddled with Ranma's nipple, while an equally dexterous 
finger nudged aside her outer labia and started gently tickling the hood 
covering her clit.


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Ranma's eyes bulged out in complete, appalled surprise.  What was wrong 
with her dad?  He had just used a modified technique of the 
Yama-Sen Ken... an art he had sealed himself... and that, solely for the 
purpose of getting her naked?  That made no freaking sense!

Ranma's brain process then seriously went out of the rails when her 
father's hands landed on several (very) erogenous zones.  She barely 
stifled a yelp that could have turned into a moan.  Damn it! where did 
the old panda learned to use his fingers like that?  That felt... no way 
in hell Ranma was about to admit that it did feel good.  Nor she was 
about to think of the possibility that Genma's skill may had been used 
recently on her fiancée... that was wrong on too many levels.

In an astounding demonstration of willpower, Ranma's mind separated from 
her body's sensation.  It felt like her inner self was bathed in liquid 
nitrogen.  Focusing on the "Soul of Ice", the exceptionally gifted 
martial artist plotted her riposte.

It was an amazing feat of dexterity for Genma to have destroyed her 
clothes without severing the ropes that were binding her.  Still, even 
with all his precision, he couldn't have prevented some of the vacuum 
blades from lightly cutting some of them, weakening the whole bondage.  
That was all Ranma needed.

With a ki-boosted burst of strength, Ranma tensed her powerful legs and 
torn of the ropes tying them.  Then she immediately used them for a 
lighting-fast attack, before the older Saotome could have the slightest 
chance of reacting.

Ranma was striking on instinct, her training dictating her choice of the 
most efficient technique for her position.  When flat on her back with 
an enemy looming above her, Ranma often opted for her trademark leg-hold 
and projection.  This consisted of catching an extended arm or leg 
between her feet, and using the leverage to throw the opponent away, 
generally dooming him/her/it to land on his/her/its head.

That, in this particular instance, the member her small but strong feet 
caught happened to be the one jutting from Genma's crotch was purely 
incidental.  Ranma's hadn't particularly planned it, though in 
retrospect she would surely still have done it since it meant inflicting 
more pain on the crazy panda than with the common grip.  Her inherent 
adaptability compensated easily for this slight variant in the throw, 
and she had no problem finishing the move, sending Genma landing on his 
bald head a dozen feet away.


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"What!?" Genma said in shock as he felt Ranma's slender feet wrap around 
his dick.  He just had time to get a hand down and grab himself below 
Ranma's grip to save having it pulled out by the roots when Ranma tossed 
him.  Despite that, it still hurt like hell.  Hurt so much in fact that 
Genma did not break his fall as he usually would and plowed head first 
into the dirt rather than spinning around to land on his feet.

Genma groaned lightly, and rolled over, getting to his feet.  His hand 
was still holding his dick protectively, but ominously, it had not gone 
in the least bit flaccid.  A trickle of blood ran from his nose, and he 
lifted his free hand to wipe his face with a thumb.  He pulled the hand 
away and stared at his red-covered digit for a second.  Then, he looked 
over at Ranma, who was still laying on her back, her arms still secured 
as she struggled with the bonds tying them.  "Bitch," he growled, "I'll 
make you bleed.  Bet you're still a virgin, girl.  Going to dip my pen, 
get me some red-ink." he said, taking his hand away from his big cock.

He spoke with a staccato rhythm.  "Akane loved it.  Maybe you will too!  
Eventually!  Don't care one way or another.  I'm going to enjoy it.  
Only thing that matters."  He squeezed his hands, making his knuckles 
crack.  He assumed a modified crane stance.  A second later, he faded 
from view.

Ranma's only warning was a slight motion of air as Genma fist lashed out 
at her belly.


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"I ain't no virgin, Kusoyaji!" Ranma growled.  Of course, she was 
speaking of her male-form, the full implication of Genma's threat no 
having yet fully gone through her thick skull.  "Wha... Akane?" she then 
added, stopping struggling for a short moment.

That's when the strike landed on her soft belly.  Air violently expelled 
from her lungs, she "ooofed" indignantly.  Genma's attack wasn't a 
split-second too late, a little more and Ranma would have broken her 
bonds.

The Umi-Sen Ken, now?  Damn, something was really wrong.  It looked like 
the old coot was actually serious for once.  She somehow doubted it was 
just another of his stupid training regimen... what he said... his 
voice... it just wasn't the Genma she knew.

Well, if her dad deemed that gloves were off... so be it.  She wouldn't 
be pulling her blows either.  Gritting her teeth, Ranma-chan started to 
focus one hellish aura of anger... one more second and she'd burst out 
of the ropes and begin kicking ass.


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Genma darted in, and slapped her bare tits a dozen times, not as hard as 
he could, but more than hard enough to turn them a livid red color.  In 
the same move, he slipped a foot forward and swept Ranma's feet out from 
under her.


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"HEY! OW! OUCH! ITE!  STOP THAT!"

The rapid slapping of her breasts were not very violent compared to many 
other sparring, but that sure was distracting enough for Ranma to lose 
her focus.  Damn those things!  Why was she cursed to have those big 
boobies as a girl, and why have them to be so sensitive?

Ranma would be scolding herself for years for this moment of 
inattention.  Genma had no problem tripping her and sending the redhead 
down on her back.  Just after having done an instant stand, that was 
infuriating.  But Ranma could tell her bonds wouldn't last long, and 
then... roasted panda was on the menu!


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T.H. Tiger

For all the insults Genma hurled Ranma's way, there was perhaps no 
person in the world who knew her skill better than he did, and how 
dangerous she could be when fully aroused.  Just because his current 
personality considered girls only good for fucking did not mean he was 
oblivious to the danger represented by the tiger whose tail he was 
currently holding -- figuratively speaking of course.

Genma grabbed hold of Ranma's ankles before she could break free of her 
bonds, and started dragging her quickly across the ground.  It was a 
calculated risk.  Genma was counting on the bouncing and jouncing 
keeping Ranma from focusing, and unable to break free, while at the same 
time the dragging frayed the rope and made it weaker.  The question was: 
could he fasten Ranma's ankles to the two large bamboo shoots he pulled 
down while he'd been hidden in the brush?  If he could get her fastened 
to them, their elastic quality would make it almost impossible for Ranma 
to get enough leverage to break free.  And Genma was sure he could keep 
her too occupied to get her hands up high enough to untie her bonds.
Despite his rush, Genma was already concentrating on making sure that 
Akane would have an excellent view of Ranma once he got her strung up.


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There were dead leaves on the ground, but it wasn't doing much to reduce 
the bouncing and jouncing.  With only her legs to defend herself, which 
Genma were holding by the ankles, Ranma couldn't retaliate immediately.  
But this was not necessarily a good thing for the molesting father... 
since what the set-up was succeeding at, most of all, was to get 
Ranma-chan royally pissed!

"GNNNNNNNNNHHHH!!!" the redhead growled , tensing her muscles.

*Schlack!* went the ropes, as they all snapped simultaneously from the 
pressure.


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T.H. Tiger

"Damn!" Genma swore, even as he took steps to minimize the consequences.  
He heaved with all his might, dragging Ranma completely off the ground 
as he whirled in a circle.  Ranma was flung out and away from him like 
the female partner in an ice dance.  Genma spun in place, getting up 
velocity, and then began to hand off Ranma's left angle from on hand to 
the next, working her around his body while standing mostly still.  Like 
a drum major and his baton, he spun Ranma so fast she became a blur, 
with centrifugal force pulling mightily on his arms, and he knew, even 
stronger on hers.

The spinning should disorient her so that when he let go of her, she'd 
be too dizzy to effectively resist him.  He could pummel her to a pulp, 
but he wanted nice fresh meat, with a minimum of bruising, for the time 
being.


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"GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...."

Ranma yelled uncontrollably while the world was spinning incredibly fast 
around her.  Damn her old man!  He was getting even trickier with age... 
this was worst than getting caught in the Golden Pair's Couple-Breaker 
or Mikado's Dance of Death....

This made her mind snap back to complete awareness despite the dizziness 
induced by the centrifugal force, forcing blood into her brain.  She had 
already been exposed to those kinds of technique by the martial artist 
skaters, and at the time she managed to foul their techniques... there 
was no reason she couldn't do it again now!

So, even if Ranma couldn't make the spinning stop or have her father let 
go... like when dealing with Mikado, she started raining blows on Genma, 
her fists seemingly coming shooting from the blur she was, as if 
disconnected of her body, but nonetheless landing true more often than 
not.

Please note that Mikado had it easy at the time, because it was before 
the Kashû Tenshin Amaguriken training... Genma wasn't so lucky.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma was a lot smarter than Mikado, and a lot tougher.  The male member 
of the golden pair based his style on "not" getting hit.  He took blows 
poorly, at least by Anything-Goes standards.

So, the few punches Ranma landed hurt, but did little to slow Genma 
down.  But they did supply a warning that he was holding a snake by the 
wrong end.

Genma let go of Ranma.  She went sailing across the clearing, straight 
for Akane's bound form.

Genma charged after, his mind a blur of alternative actions.  If Ranma 
landed on her feet, he'd body tackle her hard to the ground.  If she 
fell, he'd body slam her into the ground.  In either case, he'd land on 
top of her lush body.

Of course, he'd have to be careful that she did not try to use his 
charge against him.  He kept his weight low, made sure of his stance 
even as he charged.  If she tried a throw, he'd be able to re-direct the 
force and turn the table on her.  Or at least he was pretty sure he 
could.


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Ranma-chan's landing wasn't especially graceful.  She landed on her 
belly and slid forward on the wet carpet of dead leaves... until her 
face stopped right between Akane's legs!

There was a smacking noise as Ranma's face came in contact with her 
fiancée's crotch.  The redhead's eyes bulged out and she jumped to her 
feet, faster than Genma would have thought possible.

"GAH!  AKANE!  I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

Ranma waved frantically, until she noticed that Akane was still dead to 
the world, and too efficiently hog-tied anyway to move.

Then Ranma noticed something sticking around her mouth, and whipped what 
she didn't know was her father's sperm.  The weird thing is that she 
seemed to have forgotten about the elder Saotome....


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Genma slammed into Ranma at full speed, sending her sprawling onto the 
ground.  He kept right with her as she tumbled, wrapping her arms and 
legs up with his till they finally came to a halt with him holding her 
fully immobilized.  He was curled around her small body, her tight 
little ass pushed hard against his groin, his cock nestled into the 
crack of her butt.  "Hell's Cradle, hentai version!" Genma cried out.


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"OOOOFFF" Ranma let out as her father's weight was crushing the air out 
of her.

> "Hell's Cradle, hentai version!" Genma cried out.

"WHAT THE F...?" Ranma-chan bellowed, before her voice died out in her 
throat.  The original "Hell's Cradle" was already one screwy attack, a 
real nightmare that made Ranma concede her one and only forfeit in a 
fight... this version was even worse!

Ranma tried her best to get out of her father's clutch, but all it 
provided was more friction between their naked bodies.  Genma, who 
treated her for all purposes like a big panda toy, easily fooled her 
efforts.  If Ranma had thought it was bad to get hugged by Genma as a 
guy, as a girl and with no clothes on it was a thousandth times worse.

The absolutely dreadful part of it was the reaction of her traitorous 
female body to the groping, rubbing, stroking and various other flesh-
to-flesh contacts with her father.  It was making her skin tingle from 
head to toes, and heat spreading all over her flustered shape.  Damn it, 
she could understand getting aroused when rubbing against another 
female... but it wasn't supposed to happen with dirty old men!


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

There was far more to the Hell's Cradle than simply a sort of wrestling 
hold.  It used your own battle aura to grapple with your opponents at 
the same time as your body wrestled with his, or hers.

The hentai version was the same, but instead of battle, it was a lust 
aura that insinuated itself against the opponent.  A glowing aura 
started to form around Genma, in the form of a giant glowing yellow 
bear.  That bear drove its immaterial claws into Ranma-chan's body, 
doing no harm, but when they emerged they held a glowing version of 
Ranma-chan in them.  The panda aura floated up above Genma, attached by 
a line of energy, dragging the aura of Ranma with it, also connected to 
her by a similar cord.  It began to mimic the actions of the human 
Genma, grabbling with and pinning the immaterial Ranma-chan.  Only the 
most highly trained eyes could have seen what was going on.  To even 
skilled martial artists, all that would have been seen was Genma's 
grinding his nude body against Ranma-chan's.


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Ranma had begun losing long ago any respect for her father, but with 
this had started a bad habit: underestimating his martial prowess.  If 
someone had told her a few hours ago that her old man could reach that 
level of ki-manipulation, she would have laughed in his or her face.  It 
was too easy to forget that the Saotome father was Happôsai's student, 
and that the old coot had trained some of the strongest ki-fighters, 
like Hinako-sensei.

However, Genma too had a tendency to take Ranma for granted.  Not so 
much about her martial arts prowess -- he was her main teacher, and knew 
perfectly well what to expect in this domain.  But rather, with the 
level of unpredictability and chaos that was the pigtailed girl's 
nature.

So, while the astral panda was easily toying with an astral Ranma-chan  
-- who could only metaphorically gasp, moan, sob and curse in his grasp 
--, the physical body of Ranma suddenly stiffened, and looked down at 
the bald man...

... with feral eyes and slit pupils.

"ME-OW!"


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Sweat drops showed up on both Genma and his astral panda.  The glowing 
panda after a second shrugged, and went back to molesting his helpless 
victim.  His alternative self was not so lucky.

Genma stared into the feline eyes of his "victim" and swallowed.  He 
resisted the urge to say "Nice kitty."  He knew only too well where that 
would lead.

Breathing deeply to find his center, he calculated.  No matter who was 
in Ranma's body at the moment, she was still in the "Hell's Cradle". The 
Neko-Ken gained most of its danger from the speed and the claws of the 
user.  Speed was neutralized at the moment, and the limbs were as well.  
However, unlike a real cat, Neko-Ranma's claws were not limited to a 
specific length.  If she manifested claws over a foot in length, he was 
sliced meat, literally.  On the other hand, she was still a female, even 
if she was a cat, and this technique was designed to make the most of 
that.  Genma started rubbing his cock between the cheeks of Neko-Ranma's 
ass, feeling phantom fur rubbing his shaft.

"Rowwwrrrrrr..." Genma yowled, trying his level best to sound like a 
tomcat on the prowl for some fresh pussy.


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The eyes of "Astral Ranma" bulged out.  She was experiencing a strange 
out-of-the-body experience.  Down below was her body, still in the 
clutch of her bastard father... and meowing.  Which, strangely, wasn't 
inspiring fear in her heart... though it was weird as hell.  Ranma knew 
of the Neko-Ken only through the report of others; she never witnessed 
it herself.

Then, the astral panda renewed his molesting, and Ranma's main 
personality whimpered in mixed outrage, helplessness, and arousal.  
Being void of a material body didn't prevent the sexual assault.  In 
fact it was worst, the perverted phantom animal was striking directly at 
her libido.  She mentally squirmed as much as she could, but it only 
increased the metaphorical rubbing.  Her psychically-constructed skin 
tingled from the contact with illusory fur, and the unreal -- but 
skilled -- claws stroked her non-existent erogenous spots.

The projection of Ranma's psyche was somehow still linked with her 
physical body, which affected the cat personality.  Usually, the 
Neko-Ken manifested as a tomcat whatever Ranma's form.  But here, 
conflicting feelings were bombarding her body and mind, which urged the 
feline persona to act like a female in heat.

Still, some fundamental points weren't changed.  Like, for example, that 
Neko-Ranma-chan still disliked Genma.  And also, she was instinctively 
aware he was her sire, and at such an unlikely candidate to make 
kittens.

"Pssshhhhhhtttttt..." the redhead hissed, sputters landing on her 
father's face.

So, the angry Neko-Ranma-chan began to use Genma as a scratch-post.  
Fortunately for the portly martial artist, only the tip of her ki-claws 
was grazing his skin.  But that still hurt, and the bundle of female 
pulchritude in his grasp was threatening to become a whirlwind of claws 
and furor.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma's lust-aura manifestation faded just a bit as Neko-Ranma started 
struggling in Genma's arms.  But, despite the pain caused by her claws 
scratching his skin, she was still a naked girl, writhing right next to 
his skin, and this manifestation of Genma was as hentai as Happôsai had 
ever dreamed of being.  His love of sex was equal to his other 
personality's love of food.  And that Genma would suffer through a lot 
for dish as tasty as the one currently in his arms.

Genma intensified the Hell's Cradle hold.  He'd been holding it relaxed 
to better maneuver Ranma into the right position, but her claws were too 
dangerous.  As he tightened his hold, not only did his strength start to 
pin Neko-Ranma's limbs, but various parts of his body pressed against 
pressure points on Neko-Ranma, slowing the flow of blood to her outer 
limbs.  If he could hold her for ten minutes, her legs and arms would be 
as limp and useless as spaghetti.

As the pain from her claws diminished slightly, Genma could focus more 
strongly on his lust aura.  This was the other side of the battle.  If 
he could stimulate Ranma's aura enough, even her detached Neko 
personality would be overwhelmed by the sensation.

As an aura manifestation, The Aura Panda was not restricted by physical 
limitations.  During Genma's distraction it had shrunk down to the point 
where it was only slightly bigger than Ranma.  But, now that Genma was 
fully focusing on it again, and was very stimulated by the ball of 
spitting fighting wildcat in his grasp, it swelled up to nearly twice 
the size of Genma's usual panda form.  And the change didn't stop there.  
The huge cock jutting from its groin split down to the base, dividing 
itself into a half dozen smaller cocks.  All of which began to grow and 
stretch and move around Ranma's astral form.  Two of them grew small 
hungry mouths, and these wrapped around her breasts and latched onto her 
nipples.  Two others twined around her legs and started probing between 
her legs.  Another wrapped around her waist, while the last reared up in 
front of her face like a cobra, swaying in the air and waiting to 
strike.


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Ranma's astral form gasped as the tentacular penises manifested all 
around her ectoplasmic body.  The two constricting her breasts and 
stimulating her metaphorically erect nipples, especially, were mightily 
distracting.  The others, immobilizing her and probing were they 
shouldn't, just increased her apprehension.  The one wavering in front 
of her face made her cross-eyed.

"You... you bastard!" she exploded, followed by many scathing expletives 
she learned in the course of their travel.  "You cheating, stinky, sorry 
excuse of a father!  Creep!  Scumbag!  Dirty old pervert!  Shitty fuck!  
@#¤&%#$$!"

This continued until she craned her neck to glare directly at the panda, 
fire in her eyes.  "YOU WERE KEEPING YET ANOTHER TECHNIQUE FROM ME, YAH 
TRAITOR!"

^_^;;;

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrooowwwwwllllll...."

Neko-Ranma-chan lengthily growled from deep in her throat.  Yet, she 
couldn't move any further in Genma's grasp.  Herself curled in a ball, 
her arms and legs refused to move.  She was as helpless as a kitten hold 
by the scruff of her neck by her mother.  She wasn't looking happy from 
the fact, but wasn't struggling any further.  She was just hoping her 
sire would get tired of this game sooner or later... she wanted to rub 
her body on something to take care of a certain itch.


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T.H. Tiger

Genma was starting to have trouble focusing on two intense situations at 
the same time.  He eased back a bit on his lust aura, and put it on a 
standby mode for a little bit.  It continued to fondle and stroke 
Ranma-chan's aura, but did not instigate anything new.

This left Genma free to deal with the Neko-Ranma.  Right now he'd numbed 
her extremities to the point where she could not fight him.  But if he 
tried to take advantage of her, he'd have to loosen some of his holds 
and she'd soon recover the use of her arms and legs, and more 
importantly, her claws.  Besides, Genma was no really all that keen to 
get it on with Neko-Ranma.  Not because she was in a way his daughter, 
but because she wouldn't have a true human appreciation of what he was 
doing.  When he finally screwed Ranma, he wanted her to be in her body, 
and aware of just what he was doing to her.  He wanted to look into her 
eyes as he slid past her virginity, and deep into her belly.

Genma licked his lips at the thought.  So, he thought: 'If I can't fuck 
her right now, what do I do with her till I can?'  His eyes glanced 
around the clearing, to the place where Akane was laying bound.  An evil 
smirk appeared on his face.

Releasing his hold on Neko-Ranma, he worked quick before her arms and 
legs regained feeling.  He carried her over and lashed her to Akane, her 
cunt over Akane's face, and her face over Akane's wide-spread legs.  And 
for the final piece de resistance, he smeared some fish paste between 
Akane's legs, giving it a good coating.  That should keep the crazy 
cat's mind off of shredding her bonds for a while.

Genma moved himself a good distance away, close enough that he could 
watch, but far enough that the cat would not think of him as trying to 
challenge her.  That put him back into the underbrush, and out of sight 
unless you really looked closely.

Having disposed of Neko-Ranma, Genma entered a meditative state, and 
started focusing on his lust-aura, making is swell in size.  "Now, what 
shall I do with you?" he mused, contemplating the helpless, glowing form 
of Ranma-chan's aura.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Neko-Ranma-chan had hissed a little bit when Genma carried her, but was 
still a bit paralyzed and thus stayed docile.

Then, her sire posed her atop of her favorite playmate, which surprised 
her.  The old male wasn't that bad after all.  He even offered her some 
food.  Ranma's perky nose sniffled curiously.  Hard to tell if the fish 
paste was necessary, maybe the pigtailed (cat)girl would have been 
inquisitive anyway.

On a more spiritual level, Ranma-chan's aura was struggling valiantly 
amidst the ectoplasmic bonds.  She even had managed to catch one of the 
tentacles, bringing its side to her mouth, and was biting it raggedly.  
Somehow, it transmitted a sharp feeling of pain to Genma.

Neko-Ranma-chan started lapping, licking and cleaning Akane's sex.  The 
fish paste was quickly gone, but there was another kind of cream in her 
twat that intrigued the Neko-Ken beast.  It wasn't the same kind of 
taste, but was close enough to her favorite fish to keep her interested.

A moan crept out of Akane's lips, and the Tendô girl's started 
fluttering her eyes.  The sight that greeted her was unexpected, though.  
The damp, reddish pussy of another girl, hovering just above her face.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma nodded as Neko-Ranma chewed down on Akane.  If he knew that little 
slut, he figured Akane would soon be returning the favor, and even with 
the Neko personality in charge, that should bleed through to--"Ouch, 
damn it!" Genma cried out as what felt like a bee sting shot pain 
through his groin.

He quickly realized that it was not the physical world that was 
responsible.  He closed his eyes and focused on his lust aura.

Genma-monster-panda roared in furry as Ranma's teeth ground into his 
tentacular penis.  With both of them being aura beings, she could cause 
him pain, just as her physical body could cause his real body hurt.

But, unlike in the real world where Ranma was his equal, or better in 
some cases, it was different here.  Ranma's libido was underdeveloped to 
say the least.  Genma might not have indulged much in the last ten 
years, but he'd grown his lust muscles under the tutelage of the 
greatest pervert in Japan.  All a ten-years vacation had done was make 
him even hornier.

His aura form swelled, growing till it was the equivalent of twenty feet 
tall.  If the form had been physical, it would have weighed over twenty 
tons.  The tentacle in Ranma's mouth dissolved, and a new one sprung 
from Genma's groin to replace it.  "You want to chew on me, girl!?" 
Genma roared.  A tentacle reached around and grabbed Ranma's pigtail, 
yanking her head backward.  "Chew on this!"  Another penis tentacle 
darted forward and forced its way into Ranma's mouth, stifling any 
comment she might have made.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma was very UNimpressed by the giant panda aura.  She already had 
seen him doing the same thing to fight Happôsai, and knew it was just an 
illusion... pretty much like a c-c-c-c--any animal trying to make itself 
look big.

However, before she could tell her father that he was full of air, her 
pigtail was pulled sharply.  Opening her mouth for a short "ouch" was 
enough to allow another tentacle to slip past her lips.  Eyes bulging, 
Ranma-chan realized that she had something shaped (and, she guessed, 
tasting) just like a... a freaking PENIS in her mouth!

Ranma panicked.  Having "experimented" with her girl body certainly 
didn't covered sucking a cock, even on a spiritual plane.  Sure, for 
some weird reason her girl persona seemed to like Ryôga, but NOTHING 
HAPPENED.  At least... she thought so.

Ranma would have bitten the invasive tentacle again, but it was already 
too deep in her mouth to allow her jaw to move.  Salivating reflexively, 
she tried to push it out with her tongue and clench her throat tight, 
not thinking of the sensations this could give back to her father.

On a very much material ground, Neko-Ranma-chan was eagerly lapping at 
her mate's tasty snatch, like a hungry cat with a bowl of cream.  Akane 
was now fairly awake, but she couldn't do anything except gasp and pant 
from the delightful rug-munching.  She couldn't see who was doing that 
to her, but surely that tongue was heavenly!  And at least it wasn't 
that bastard Genma any more.  Looking up, she realized the red-furred 
pussy above her could only belong to one girl she knew....

"RANMA?!" she yelped in shock.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma's lust aura firmed stabilizing at its present large size.  Unlike 
his battle aura, he had loads of excess energy in reserve.  Ten years of 
abstinence worth.  And as any probationer of tantric sex could tell you, 
abstinence in the face of arousal increased the power flow.

Genma was good for hours, even discounting the energy he should be able 
to suck off of the three girls.  He growled to himself as one of his 
many penis tentacles plunged in and out of Ranma-chan's mouth.  He could 
feel her trying to bite him, but he made sure her mouth was stuffed too 
full to have a chance of doing that.  And speaking of stuffing....

Two of Genma's tentacles wrapped around Ranma's ankles and pulled her 
legs far apart.  Two more started to wrap around her legs, crawling up 
them like snakes looking for a nice warm hole to spend the winter.  Two 
dripping heads nuzzled Ranma's inner thighs, leaving wet ectoplasm 
smears on Ranma's glowing legs.  They nudged upward and wiggled at the 
opening to her cunt and ass.

Meanwhile, another pair of tentacles wrapped around Ranma's breasts.  
The slit in the end of them enlarged till they could slip over her 
nipples, which they then started to suck.  It was not just the foreplay 
of a physical encounter.  As they sucked, they caused Ranma's energy to 
draw toward her breasts, pooling in them and causing them to swell in 
size and sensitivity.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

The eyes of the spiritual Ranma-chan started to glaze over with the 
bombardment of feeling she was receiving from the various tentacles.  
With the distraction, she was struggling less and less against the one 
in her mouth... instead, it just slipped in and out of her throat 
without resistance, rubbing against her lips and tongue and coated in 
the astral equivalent of drool.

In the middle of her proudly jutting breasts, her nipples were getting 
fully erect and hard, as if pushing to offer more surface for the 
suckers to pull and nibble and kiss and pleasure them.

The tendrils around her legs had no longer to exert any force to keep 
her thighs open.  Ranma-chan was getting slack in their grip, almost 
inviting the last two tentacles to enter her now relaxed holes.  Her 
ethereal cunt gaped quite easily under the effort of the front penis, 
translucent juices flowing on it.  The one at her back door had more 
difficulties entering, but it was only a question of time before it'd 
find its way.

Below, the psychic contest had quite direct effect on Neko-Ranma-chan.  
The feline-minded girl was getting quite excited, yearning for some big 
tomcat cock to ease her urges.  The reddish lips of her aroused pussy 
opened on their own and started to drip fluids directly on Akane.

"WHA... Ranma, that's gross!  Stop that, you perv--"

Akane's rant was cut short, though, as the catgirl started rubbing her 
crotch directly in her fiancée's face to scratch her itch.

"Humpf!" Akane unintelligibly protested, and doing so she had no choice 
but to drink some of the female honey whenever she opened her mouth.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma was in no hurry.  He didn't want to just fuck Ranma-chan's body, 
he wanted to fuck with her mind.  So he focused, and the tendril pushing 
at her pussy morphed, the head changing into a tiny duplicate of 
P-chan's head.  The small pig's mouth latched onto her clit and started 
to chew on it, while its chin bristles rubbed at her soft pink flesh.

The tendril pushing at her ass narrowed down, till it was not much 
thicker than a thermometer, and pushed itself into Ranma's ass an inch 
or so, where it started to slowly wriggle.

As the last step, Genma slowly worked Ranma's body around till she was 
facing away from him, and facing the center of the clearing where the 
bound Neko-Ranma-chan was busy eating out Akane's pussy.  This did two 
things: gave Ranma-chan a visible stimulus, and hid him from her.  His 
molestation would be that much more intense if all she could see was the 
tentacles molesting her and he remained invisible.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

It was arguable that the visual stimulus was doing anything on Ranma's 
spirit, since the girl was stubbornly closing her eyes by now.  But the 
other stimuli where largely enough to keep her busy anyway.

The pseudo piggy-head munching on her ethereal clit was already too much 
for her frazzled nerves anyway.  Ranma had discovered earlier from her 
lesbian trysts that this nub of flesh was very sensitive.  Being in 
disincarnated form wasn't lowering it any.  The pigtailed girl was 
wracked by a sudden spasm, and from her phantom pussy gushed lots of 
internal juices that splashed the clit-teasing tentacle generously.

The tendril wiggling in her yet untouched asshole only made things 
worse.  Her astral body relaxing, Ranma wasn't struggling much any more 
against the binding tentacles.  Instead, she was moaning around the one 
in her mouth, squirming and pushing against those mauling her breasts 
for further contact.

"Grrmmmpff...glumpf...mmmhhhpff..."

Down on earth, Akane couldn't make any other noise as a puffy female sex 
was pushed in her face.  Having no other choice, she had started licking 
and kissing and lapping on her own.  She wasn't entirely mad against 
Ranma-chan, though... given how skillfully the catty redhead was 
pleasuring her, Akane didn't mind so much giving something back.  This 
was probably Genma's fault anyway.  Sure, she'll bash her fiancé for 
being a pervert... later.  Once he'd freed her for this rope and they 
kicked the panda's ass together.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Ranma's orgasm sprayed Genma's tendril with energy, visually represented 
as juice.  The little pig-head on the end of his penile tentacle 
greedily drank down the leakage, its little mouth working overtime and 
its throat bulging as it swallowed.  A burst of pleasure went through 
Genma as the lust energy soaked into his astral body.

Genma's eyes closed in pleasure, and then opened as he smirked at the 
girl struggling weakly in the grasp of his roots of lust.  He contracted 
his organs, pulling Ranma down till she was dragged into his lap, her 
ass resting on top of his squirming multiple penises.  His faux panda 
arms, massive compared to Ranma's small body, reached around her, 
enveloping her in a warm hug.  Six-inches-long claws, wielded like 
chopsticks, dislodged the sucking tentacles that were latched onto 
Ranma's nibbles.  When they popped free, it could be seen that the 
nipples had been drawn outward till they were nearly an inch long, and 
fat with engorgement.  The tips of four claws delicately took hold of 
each nipple, two to a nip.  The pig-headed tentacle between Ranma's legs 
continued to suck eagerly on her clit, and Genma waited, posed for her 
next orgasm.  He intended to use his claws to pierce Ranma's nipples at 
the moment of climax.  He'd then install a set of nipple rings, 
fashioned from his own energy, and fueled by Ranma's orgasm.  As long as 
they were attached to her aura, she'd be under constant invisible 
stimulation.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma moaned despite the cock she was sucking, the fight seemingly taken 
out of her body.  There was a grunt of protest, but it was only when the 
suckers let got of her nipples.  Maybe she was dismayed by the 
interruption of the stimulation.  But her mood quickly changed when he 
started using its claws.  The redheaded girl cooed in delight.

Within the grasp of the spiritual panda, the grip of the tentacles was 
lessening.  But Ranma didn't take advantage of this to get free.  
Instead, her hand roamed on the soft fur, caressing it sensually.  Her 
lower body pushed in response to the piggy-head's rug-munching, almost 
as if trying to impale it on her erect clit.  Her little rosebud 
clenched around the tendril still ass-raping her.

Genma's focus being entirely on the astral spirit of his daughter, he 
wasn't paying any more attention to Neko-Ranma-chan and Akane.  But he 
could still hear some happy sounds of mewling and slurping.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma was being bombarded with pleasure.  His mortal body was sporting a 
hard-on that outshone anything he had ever produced before.  It was 
actually coming close to giving the one his panda-form sported a run for 
its money.  The bliss flowing from his astral-self's molestation of 
Ranma's aura-self was some of the best near-sex he'd ever had.

The tendril between Aura-Ranma's ass cheeks pressed against her rear 
opening, and forced its way in.  Once in, it swelled, expanding her 
delicate flesh, preparing her for later events.  At the same time, the 
mutant pig-penis nibbling on her clit renewed its effort to bring her to 
new heights of pleasure.  Genma waited for just the right time, and 
then, like a paper punch, shoved his needle-sharp auric claws through 
Aura-Ranma's nipples.  He shoved his paws forward, dragging her breasts 
out from her body, and actually lifting her slightly from her seat on 
the nest of wriggling tentacles between Genma's legs.

Genma focused and pumped a special energy up to his claws, matching it 
to Ranma's aura so it would become a part of her, fueled by her own 
spirit and energy, and in return, affecting her lust.  Maybe, he 
thought, she'd finally get a real libido.

At least, that was what Genma hoped would happen.  Happôsai had sealed 
him before he'd been able to try this out on a girl all those years ago.  
This would be his first test.  And who better to test it on than his own 
"daughter"?

Genma hummed contentedly to himself as he continued to torment 
Aura-Ranma with pain and pleasure, all the while listening to the 
wonderful background music of squealing girl and squalling cat.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma's auric part of her being was in a state of utter, complete bliss.  
The piercing of her nipples, instead of shocking her out of it, just 
increased the pleasure and elicited a mind-bending orgasm, wave of 
hentai energy radiating from her.

This wasn't depleting her reserve, however.  Far from it.  Just as Genma 
had been feeding of her earlier release, Ranma was quickly learning to 
emulate the technique used by her father.  True to her martial-artist-
genius nature, it wasn't long before she managed to turn the tables and 
start using the same trick on the panda-aura.  She was now siphoning the 
sexual energy oozing from the tentacles violating her.  In doing so, she 
was giving an even greater blowjob to the one in her mouth, and 
clenching her buttocks to squeeze the invader in her ass.  This was 
greatly increasing the pleasurable feedback Genma was receiving -- but 
not enough for him to miss that his panda manifestation was weakening, 
the life literally sucked out of it by the spunky redhead's ravenous 
appetite.

"Meeeeoooooowwww...."

A side effect of all this lustful energy was to make the connected 
Neko-Ranma-chan even more hyper and needy.  The horny catgirl had licked 
Akane's honey pot completely clean, and almost smothered the raven-
haired girl with her cunt.  Only then, when she tried to move, did Ranma 
notice the leather strap that was holding her in place (and incidentally 
the bondage restraining Akane).  The feline, valuing her freedom, didn't 
like this a bit.  She started thrashing around, the numbing effect of 
Genma's pressure points having dissipated by now.  Growling, the 
animalistic Ranma-chan finally figured out to use her ki-claws.  In 
short order, all the ropes and straps tying both the girls where 
shredded into tiny bits.

Akane was shocked to find herself free, without even a scratch on her 
body, only the marks left by the bondage.

It was too bad Genma was too focused on his spirited daughter to pay 
attention to the real world.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma frowned, and then beamed with pleasure.  The first because Ranma 
was draining his energy, and the second, for the exact same reason.  
"What a student.  Has any teacher ever been so blessed?" he said in high 
emotion.  But, then his face firmed.  "You're still no match for the 
master, girl." he growled, and sent the cock that had been exploring 
Ranma's bottom deep into her with a sudden thrust while causing it to 
expand to three times its previous thickness.  At the same time, the 
penis that had been toying with her clit let out a little piggy bugle-
type noise, and charged straight into her tunnel of love.

Aura-Ranma-chan was literally lifted into the air from the twin thrusts, 
and only the tentacles wrapped around her breasts kept her from falling 
forward.  Ranma's body bounced up and down as the tentacles in her 
bottom and cunt alternated thrusts, one shoving in as the other pulled 
out, and vice-versa.  Genma's goal was to so overload Ranma's senses 
that she'd become a slave to her body, or in this case, aura.  Her 
breasts, even in the tight embrace of his tentacles, bounced in a lovely 
manner, the bright golden ring that hung from each elongated nipple 
flashing in the light as they moved in time with her motions.

While Genma had been out to overwhelm Ranma, he was feeling pretty 
whelmed himself.  The sensation of Ranma's tight aura-flesh around his 
spirit tendrils, and the sight of her body being pleasured by his, was 
more than he could easily withstand.  The penis tentacles around her 
breasts started to pulse, and a second later, began to spurt large 
quantities of ectoplasm, until they both shoved into Ranma's mouth, 
merging into a single large cock as they did so, stretching her jaws 
wide and finding the opening to her throat.

Ranma's throat bulged as Genma's tentacle shoved down it, into her belly 
and toward her groin.  A second later, thanks to Ranma's body being 
spirit and not flesh, the cocks in her ass and cunt forced through her 
substance and met the one coming from above in the middle, where they 
merged.  Ranma was suddenly wearing a full-body ring that pierced 
through her body from mouth to groin and was made up of Genma's lust.  
It began to move in and out as Genma took hold of her waist and pumped 
her along his elongated shaft, like some giant toddler shoving a bead 
along a wire.

All the while, Genma was oblivious to anything other than the pleasure 
he was receiving.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Although Ranma-chan will deny it for the rest of her live -- and her 
next seven incarnations -- she was actually enjoying herself!  For once, 
one of the crazy/dumb/stupid/lethal training method of her father 
happened to be quite fun to learn.  Ranma's addled brain had 
disconnected any likening of this with "sex" or "getting screwed as a 
girl".  Instead, it was "training in a new style of ki-technique with 
direct demonstration and learning by example"....

Ranma's eyes had bulged a bit when the two erupting tentacles were 
shoved into her mouth, but she quickly adapted -- even as a ghost, she 
could swallow a lot.  And the ectoplasmic "juices" were actually quite 
tasty.  Her small hands were instinctively rubbing and stroking the fake 
penises to have them squirt again in her throat.

Then the Great Panda Spirit linked his various invading tentacles in a 
continuous ring inside her immaterial body, and Ranma's mind exploded 
with indescribable pleasure.  It was no longer just her pussy and ass 
being pounded mercilessly, but her whole astral projection becoming a 
big erogenous zone.  Her consciousness was almost drowned in a sea of 
blissful feeling as Genma used her like a sex doll.

Ranma was truly getting her jollies out from that amazing spiritual 
intercourse, but even that wasn't stopping her from thinking in term of 
martial arts.  She had to admit she was impressed by the mastery of her 
father.  Just like with the Umi-Sen Ken and Yama-Sen Ken, that stinker 
had hidden well his true talents from his son/daughter.  Ranma realized 
quite well it would be hard to compete in this entirely new fighting 
ground, especially against a sensei who had proven a perfect control of 
those tantric skills.  She had caught quickly how to siphon a bit of the 
demon-panda's energy, but the beast seemed to have an unlimited supply 
of lust to fuel his powers.  All it had amounted to was making 
Ranma-chan a more energetic and hyper fuck-toy; she wasn't going to 
drain him efficiently that way.

But Ranma was nothing if not a quitter.  Moaning and salivating around 
the tentacles in her mouth, her pert ass and dripping pussy squeezing 
and clenching around the monstrous dicks impaling her, she was still 
making plans to turn the game to her advantage.  She was aware that her 
understanding of the mental rape was too limited to hope mimicking her 
father's advanced techniques.  Like creating a "physical" object such as 
the rings that were dangling from her nipples, so nicely stimulating 
them.  Or changing shape... otherwise she would have turned back into a 
guy at the first opportunity.  But with Genma making so big an effort 
pounding female impressions in her from the start, it was out of 
question.

Ranma hadn't exploited all her resources yet, though.  The separation of 
her human consciousness from her body, leaving the cat personality in 
control, had given her an idea.  If she could somehow bring to the fore 
another personality, then maybe she'd "double" her manifestations, and 
eventually double-team the panda, or at least even the odds.

Problem was, Ranma wasn't sure she could manifest her male side as 
sufficiently independent to do the trick.  The other alternative... 
would be to bring out "Ranko", her "Pretty Womanhood" persona.  That 
girl had made a return just yesterday, and had much embarrassed Ranma by 
going after that block Ryôga.  It wouldn't be too hard to use her as a 
decoy....

However, Ranma was loath to put "Ranko" in such a dire situation.  The 
girl was pretty innocent (unlike Ranma's mirror clone, who was a horny 
nympho) and would be utterly shocked by all of this.  But if she 
materialized her as another body, she would be a distraction at best... 
her feminine persona was rather worthless in a fight.  What to do, what 
to do...?


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma luxuriated in the feel of Ranma's aura interacting with his own.  
The last time he'd manifested in this way, to seduce Nodoka, he'd not 
had his curse.  Somehow the Jusenkyô magic seemed to make the experience 
far more "real".  With Nodoka, she'd only remembered it as a dream, and 
it had not been much more than that to Genma.

Now, however, it felt as if his actual flesh was inside Ranma-chan, 
though in a way that would have been fatal in real bodies.  Most of his 
many penis projections had fused into one massive shaft that entered 
through her ass and pussy, and projected out her mouth, only to run down 
between her tits and back down to Genma's groin, giving him sensory 
impute times three.

Of course, what Genma did not know was that Happôsai had stolen (what 
else?) the scroll for this technique from the Miroku Ninja clan.  A clan 
of kunôichi who specialized in using their sexual techniques as martial 
arts.  Something that was irresistible to Happôsai.  What he had not 
realized was that the reason they had adopted this style was to deal 
with the bringers of dark erotic dreams, the Shikima sex-demons.  The 
scroll he had stolen, and used on himself and on Genma, allowed a trace 
of that dimension to become part of their bodies.  They could draw 
energy through that link -- which had kept Happôsai alive all those 
years in the cave -- or they could use it to convert the sexual energy 
of their prey into a form of energy they could use themselves.  Which 
was what gave Happôsai his amazing healing ability and fueled his 
perverted nature.

Unlike Happôsai, however, Genma had been sealed from his link for 
decades, but not severed.  The energy that would normally have flown 
into him in a trickle had pooled like a small stream that had been 
dammed.  Such accumulation of energy does not go unnoticed in a realm 
like the Shikima's, which are predatory by nature.  A small, 
insignificant at the time, demon had discovered Genma's dammed up energy 
pool and had hidden it away, knowing that someday it would give him the 
dream of every good little Shikima child, access to the human realm, and 
all the sweet, sweet, human pussies its little heart could desire.

So, as Genma continued to increase his demand for energy, he forced wide 
the channel between Earth and that unholy but sexual realm, and the 
demon, now not so little, forced its way along with the energy, and as a 
spirit let itself be absorbed by the auric-panda.  There, it became a 
back-seat driver, encouraging the owner in his endeavor, knowing that 
eventually, if he could absorb enough of the excess energy, he would be 
able to make this body his own, and displace the human who owned it.

Genma knew none of this, he just knew he seemed to have an unlimited 
supply of energy to aura-rape Ranma-chan, and that was all he cared 
about.  He continued to run his circular cock through Ranma's body, 
savoring the subtle texture of her female aura, so sweet and flavorful.

While the little demon in the back of Genma's mind, Ure-Genma, was 
impressed by the quality of the prey "his" human had caught, he couldn't 
say he was all that impressed with the way he was treating her.  He'd 
actually managed to rip her auric persona free of her physical body, and 
he was wasting time screwing it like it was just as physical as her real 
body.  He should have drawn it into his own aura, impaled in every 
orifice, absorbed her and made him part of himself for eternity.  To be 
ravaged endlessly.  And thus, leaving the way for her physical body to 
become a puppet under his control, perfect for luring more victims.

He drooled at the thought, and considered.  Maybe he could posses that 
empty body.  With his magic, it would not matter that it was female; he 
could manifest male sexual organs easily enough once he had control of 
it.  It would be a much quicker way to gaining a physical body in the 
mortal realm.

A creature of impulse, the demon sought out the trail of light that 
would connect the female being ravaged to her physical body.  He spotted 
it, and poured his essence into it.  He flooded down the pathway, not 
looking where he was going.  After all, it was only an empty vessel at 
the end.  He reached his destination, and flooded inside, and only after 
going so far, past the point of no-return, did he discover that the body 
already had an inhabitant, and one that was far too primitive and savage 
in outlook for him to control.  Even as his essence flooded the body, 
filling it and altering its abilities, his personality ran into a 
metaphorical band-saw.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Grrrrrrroooooooooowwwwwllllllllll........"

That sound could only be heard inside of the mind of the physical Ranma.  
But it was working very well at scaring shitless the little sex demon 
that'd gotten the bad idea to wander here.  If, in the outside, 
Neko-Ranma was one cute redheaded girl acting mostly like a kitten, deep 
within her psyche, the manifestation of the Neko-Ken was a lot more 
menacing.  A sleek, large, dangerous feline with midnight fur, glinting 
white teeth and piercing green eyes.  Not to mention that it was big 
enough, in a spiritual sense, to give the mythical saber-tooth tiger a 
run for its money.

The Shikima intruder, unfortunately for him, was not a major demon or 
anything close.  So, he was left absolutely no chance when the 
subconscious predator jumped him with a feral roar, and started to tear 
at its astral flesh with its deadly claws and fangs.  The pathetic 
screams of utter terror resonated in the spiritual plane for a short 
time, until the pitiful imp was shredded into tiny pieces.  Then the 
spirit of Neko-Ranma quite contentedly began to devour its prey, like 
any great cat would do.

This gruesome -- although invisible -- meal had several effects and 
consequences; first on a spiritual level, but also on the physical.  
Even with its low power, the parasite Shikima was holding a lot of 
demonic and sexual energy -- a part of it leeched out from Genma.  Now, 
the circumstance of its defeat allowed Neko-Ranma to absorb most of it 
very efficiently.  This quickly overcharged the physical body of 
Ranma-chan; the excess immediately gushed through the link that still 
connected the human persona to her.

Aura-Ranma suddenly bucked violently, shook by a tremendous orgasm as 
the flow of pure sexual energy hit her.  She noticeably grew bigger in 
the ghost-panda's lap as her power augmented.  This was so good!  She 
wanted more of it... and something clicked in her mind.  Maybe helped by 
the influence of the Neko's way of thinking, Ranma figured out how to 
defeat her lecherous father.

'Of course... it's so easy... why didn't I see it sooner...' she thought 
while smirking around the tentacle wedged in her mouth.  Since it was 
already going all the way through her belly, where her digestive system 
would be if she was of flesh and blood, she had no trouble visualizing 
her next move.

Blinking, the panda was startled when he noticed that the ectoplasmic 
cock Ranma-chan was sucking disappeared faster and faster between her 
jaws.  It wasn't coming out, however, from her stuffed pussy and ass.  
Those were still pounded just as relentlessly in her.  Eyes bulging out, 
the great beast soon realized that he was getting smaller... and Ranma 
bigger.

She was EATING HIM!

Slurping more and more of the lust of root in aura, Ranma was literally 
digesting them on the spot, draining her molester out of energy way much 
faster that the little dribble she had sucked before.  The heir of the 
Saotome school had finally understood what made Genma so powerful in 
this disembodied state: her father was relying on a strong point of his 
very nature -- his pent-up lusts, which he had a lot -- to make his 
projection nearly invulnerable.  So Ranma had to do the same thing in 
order to vanquish him: use the strongest driving emotion she could find 
in herself, and turn it against the rapist sensei.

In this case, her appetite.

And it worked quite well.  Ranma's aura getting stronger and bigger, the 
tentacles where much less efficient in restraining her.  She finally 
chopped of the one in her throat with her teeth -- but only to bring 
more of the cocks to her mouth, and feast on them in a disturbingly 
strange mix of eroticism and cannibalism.

*SLURP* *CRUNCH* *NYAM!* *GLORPS* "Mmmh... delicious... for once you're 
feeding me, Oyaji...." *CHOMP* *CHOMP* *SLURP* "Wanna more!"

Meanwhile, on the ground... let's do a short flashback.

Akane had been quite embarrassed by Neko-Ranma's "rescue"... but also 
relieved when the feline-minded girl finally destroyed her bonds.  Free, 
she restrained herself on lashing out on her fiancée for taking 
advantage of her restrained position to indulge in sapphism (and 
borderline bestiality).  It wouldn't serve anything with Ranma's current 
mind frame, anyway, and Akane was aware of it.

Afterward, the catty redhead was rather in a snuggling mood, which just 
made Akane blush brighter.  Still, having no choice she settled in 
petting her "sex kitten", which she found still quite exciting as the 
naked Ranma purred on the lap of her equally naked mistress.

But Akane hadn't forgotten about the responsible for all her woes, the 
man that corrupted his sensei function to rape her repeatedly and abuse 
her and humiliate her and force into full-blown bestiality... ho boy, 
she shouldn't have thought of that.  She couldn't believe how aroused 
the mere memory was making her.  She dearly hoped Ranma would stay in 
the Neko-Ken for now, and would never learn about what happened on this 
trip!

Scowling, Akane glared at the Enemy, the man that she had called 
"Uncle", that should have become one day her father-in-law.  He seemed 
to be lost in some silly daydream, if the stupid smirk on his drooling 
face was any indication.  Her psychic awareness wasn't so great, so she 
couldn't see the auric battle going on above them.  Unaware (and 
uncaring) of Genma's distracted state, the nude Tendô girl prepared 
herself to send that disgusting cum to his well-deserved grave.  With 
the Neko-Ken fighter on her side, Akane had no doubt she could vanquish 
the pervert dad with ease.

As she stood, she had to gently push the purring Ranma on her feet.  
Looking down at the amorous pussycat, Akane smiled.  On a whim, she took 
some of the rope and straps that were tying her and quickly put together 
a makeshift leash and collar that she put around Ranma's neck.  "Mew?"  
The pigtailed girl looked quizzically at her mate, scratching 
distractedly her new ornament, but ultimately didn't protest it too 
much.

That's when the rush of energy from the dead demon struck Ranma-chan.  
Its effects on the spiritual plane were already documented, but on the 
physical realm they didn't go unnoticed either.  Ranma suddenly began 
yowling, and her whole, lithe body tensed as if in pain... or something 
much worse.  Screeching, meowing in distress, she rolled on the dirty 
floor like a... she-cat in heat.  Akane was appalled by the sudden 
reaction, but before she could act, she was frozen in astonishment.  
Ranma-chan's body was CHANGING.  Her bare, smooth skin was unmistakably 
growing fur, of orange and black tone in stripes pattern.  Even more 
striking, her ears elongated and migrated to the top of her ruby head, 
and a tail sprout from the base of her spine, just above her curvy 
bottom.  Other, subtler changes were running over the mewling girl, like 
her fingernails turning into real claws, her pupils slitting, and her 
vertebras gaining in number and suppleness.

When the transformation stopped, Akane stared in awe at the beautiful 
nekomimi, stirring from the ground once the spasms shaking her body 
ended.  Moving with a new, feline grace and elegance, Neko-Ranma-chan 
sniffed the air with her newly sensitive nose, confused.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

A master mage engaging in aura combat could assume any shape his mind 
could imagine.  From a hundred-foot dragon, to a virus.

Genma was no master-mage.

The panda body his aura wore was only made possible by his curse.  
Otherwise, he'd have been stuck manipulating his basic human form.  He 
now used some of that manipulation to end the threat Ranma posed by 
altering the size and number of penises he was manifesting.  They shrank 
down to normal size, well, plus fifty percent, but still enough to fill 
Ranma's three opening to the limit, without letting them get near her 
dangerous stomach.

That left the problem of recovering the energy Ranma had already stolen.  
He was still much bigger than she was, but only because he'd been so 
huge to start with.  The top of her head was just below his jaws, where 
before it had been even with the bottom of his chest.  He could already 
feel his control wavering, and if he didn't gain back some of his energy 
soon, he'd either have to reduce his projection, or retreat back to his 
own body.

As his cock's continued to pulse inside Ranma, he considered how to 
regain what Ranma had eaten...

His Panda jaw turned up in a smirk that should have been impossible as 
Genma decided turn about was fair play.  Ranma was not the only master 
of Anything-Goes eating.  Indeed, he was only a student beside the true 
master.  The cock in Ranma's mouth shrank and withdrew, and as it did, 
Genma's gapping jaws stretched wide and lowered over Ranma's head, 
engulfing it entirely.  Like a snake, he began to work his mouth, 
drawing more and more of Ranma into his mouth, and down his throat.  The 
cocks in her ass and pussy helped by pushing hard

(OOC: Saw this in a vore-cartoon, and have always wanted to try it.  
^_^)

Cries of dismay and pain penetrated Genma's meditative state.  Not 
needing much mental supervision over the act of swallowing 
Aura-Ranma-chan, Genma opened his eyes and stared at an amazing scene.  
He was just in time to catch the end of Neko-Ranma-chan's transformation 
and his cock stiffened as he gazed on the subtle body she displayed so 
casually.  It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he wasn't 
even an anime fan.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"HEY!  NO FAIR!" yelped Ranma's aura voice, although it was a bit 
muffled by the panda throat that surrounded her.  Even if she was aware 
that they were in spirit, and as such Genma couldn't really devour her, 
that her father was trying such a dirty trick was infuriating her.  All 
SHE had done was chop of few of his dicks; he had plenty to spare, 
right?  Screwing with her (in every sense of the word) wasn't enough for 
the old coot, he felt the need to try and eat her too?

Not that Ranma minded any longer much the thick shaft in her twat and 
ass.  They feel good, and they weren't real, so it was nothing wrong.  
But she'd be damned if she let her shit-daddy win this.

The panda couldn't see it, but a smirk appeared on Ranma's face around 
the time the beast was gulping down her chest.  She had understood why 
he was doing it by now, and mumbled: "Oh so you want your energy back, 
Oyaji?  Why didn't you ask, silly bear?"

Ranma was more and more getting the hang of this spiritual struggle.  
She assimilated from her father that she could somehow shape her 
thoughts into reality.  It was quite limited, only if she could focus on 
her strongest emotions (like Genma was doing with lust and hunger) would 
she obtain some result.  It would cost some energy, but she already knew 
just how to regain it.  Right now, she wasn't truly concerned about 
having to feed on the panda to win this fight... it's just that she 
preferred her meat not to be raw.

"Here's some!" *WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!

Aura-Panda's eyes bulged as smoke and flames flared out of his nostrils.  
Stealing from Happôsai's book, Ranma had just BREATHED FIRE right into 
his metaphorical gullet and stomach!  That hurt!  And even worse, the 
ravenous redhead just profited of it to begin gorging herself from the 
inside.

*CRUNCH* *MIAM* *CHOMP* "Mmmmhhh... still a bit red... hey, ya know 
what, pop, taste like chicken!"  *SLURP* *GLORP* *NIARM*

...

In the real word, Akane had been frozen in shock by Ranma-chan's sudden 
transformation.  But she didn't let go of the makeshift leash, which now 
was taking a terrifying symbolic edge.  Neko-Ranma-chan, acting even 
more feline than usual, scratched her newfound ears quizzically.  Then, 
she noticed her own waving tail, and started to playfully bat at it.  
She didn't seem that traumatized by the change; in fact the look on her 
catty face was quite happy, in a cat-like way.

Akane wasn't, though.  Having no clue about what just happened, she just 
blamed it on the more probable culprit.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO RANMA, YOU CREEP!" she roared, planting her bare 
foot in the middle of Genma's face.


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma was experiencing a whole new meaning to the term heartburn.  Good 
thing he didn't have a heart, in his astral body.  Bad luck for Ranma 
that while uncomfortable, the mental flames could be coped with.  All he 
had to do was imagine it was a dose of particularly spicy curry.

It should have been impossible for Genma to talk, what with his mouth 
being full of redhead and all, but he somehow managed to say.  "Yummmy, 
just the way I like it.  Hot and spicy."  The cocks in Ranma's ass and 
twat doubled in diameter, stretching her auric body's openings and 
locking themselves in place, just before growing again and shoving Ranma 
right down Genma's bulging throat and into the golden glowing balloon-
like structure that represented his stomach in this form.  Tendrils 
sprang from the wall and enveloped Ranma, cocooning her like a fly in a 
spider's web and sealing her mouth shut.

Genma focused especially on Ranma's primary weapon, her mouth.  He wired 
her jaw shut, threading through her teeth like ectoplasm floss.   As 
with the rope earlier, Ranma's breasts and groin were exposed, and thin 
tendrils wrapped around her nipples and clit, while others tugged at the 
rings attached to those nipples.

> "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO RANMA, YOU CREEP!" she roared, planting her
> bare foot in the middle of Genma's face.

The concentration to do this had drawn his attention away from Akane and 
the intriguing Neko-Ranma, and left him vulnerable to Akane's kick to 
the head.  His concentration shattered, and so did the aura-body that 
had entrapped Ranma.  It sucked back into Genma in a rush, leaving him 
even dizzier than Akane's kick.

"What are you doing, girl!" he yelled, furious at being interrupted just 
as things were getting tasty.  He ignored Neko-Ranma in his anger, which 
might not have been the wisest course to take.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

The very short, but very intense full-body tentacle-pleasuring that 
Aura-Ranma experienced in the panda stomach almost blew out her mind.  
Fortunately, it was short-lived as Genma's manifestation suddenly 
disappeared.  Ranma was glad of it... mostly... since she had no idea 
how to escape this trap.  Why did she had that vague feeling of 
disappointment, then?

> "What are you doing, girl!"

"I'm in the process of tearing you a new asshole!" Akane coldly 
answered.

Somehow responding to her mistress's hostility, Neko-Ranma hissed, 
showing off that her fangs and claws were quite real, as well as the 
beautiful fur covering her naked body, which rose menacingly.  Akane was 
holding her at bay by pulling on the leash, but even the Tendô girl had 
no illusion that she could retain the fauve very long.  Her strength and 
ferocity seemed greater than with the normal Neko-Ken.

"I'll give you one chance of telling WHAT THE HELL you've done to Ranma, 
before I let her tore you into ribbons"!


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Having your aura bubble popped was a very disorientating thing.  Genma's 
was slow to pull himself together.  Unfortunately for Akane, she 
foolishly allowed him that time.  She should have continued her assault 
on him, instead of stopping and demanding answers.

Genma gave his head a shake to clear the cobwebs away, and glared at 
Akane.  "I've done nothing to Ranma!"  He glanced at the cat-girl, and 
his long years of lying like a bed let him say with a straight face.  
"She's finally manifesting the true Neko-Ken.  If she'd been a decent 
student, she would have done it years ago."

Now, normally Genma would have been more than a touch nervous about the 
way Neko-Ranma was eyeing her.  But this was the dark-Genma, and he was 
single-minded enough in his nature that he was far more interested in 
sampling Neko-Ranma's lush curves and subtle body than in worrying about 
what that same body might do to his.  The very fact that he was not 
quivering in fear changed the normal dynamic between him and Neko-Ranma.

She was used to him stinking of his fear of her.  This Genma did not 
smell of fear, but rather of lust.  He sat up and rolled his head on his 
neck, cracking his neck as he smirked at Akane, and leered at 
Neko-Ranma.  "You interrupted a very pleasant experience, girl," he 
said.  "Seems only fair you supply a substitute."

Genma attitude was predatory, which was a far cry from the usual prey 
signals he normally sent out around Neko-Ranma.  He got to his feet in a 
casual smooth way that hinted at barely leashed impulses as he stretched 
his body, without ever dropping his guard.  His cock jutted from his 
groin, pre-cum dripping from the end.  His relaxed posture should have 
warned Akane that he was going to try something, but before it did, his 
presence faded from their senses, his leering smile the last thing to 
vanish.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Genma's unusual attitude wasn't missed by Neko-Ranma.  The catgirl was a 
little confused by it.  Her sire seemed more defiant than usual.  She 
hadn't forgotten his earlier attempt of mating with her.  It seemed he 
was in the mood of playing the tomcat today.  Well, she wasn't about to 
let him give her kittens without a fight.  If the old male really wanted 
to mount her, he'd have to prove worthy of it.

"I don't believe y--" Akane started, just before Genma disappeared from 
her senses.  The Tendô girl gave a startled yelp, before looking around 
in panic.  The absolutely perverted stance of the old man, just before 
he vanished, had disquieted her.  She certainly didn't want another 
round of bouncing on his lap, his thick cock plowing her hot, wet love 
vessel were only her fiancée should go... *blush*

Neko-Ranma, on her part, immediately hissed in defiance when she felt 
Genma's aggressive intent.  She whipped around, searching for her foe, 
not understanding how he'd escaped her awareness... though her 
animalistic mind wasn't caring about the *how*, only reacting.

Genma's Umi-Sen Ken wasn't a true invisibility technique but rather a 
misleading of every sense, including a martial artist's ability to feel 
the ki of an opponent.  Especially the latter, in fact; with this 
powerful intuition scrambled, it was easy to confuse a victim and attack 
from his or her blind spot.

Unfortunately for the Saotome Master of Anything Goes, he developed it 
mainly with human adversaries in mind.  And Ranma was now much beyond 
that.  Her hearing, sense of smell, and even sensibility to air current 
were increased a ten-fold.  And the cat persona had enough of instinct 
to use them correctly, instead of merely being confused by the new 
sensory inputs.  Her fighting mind, quick to conclude that relying on 
her eyes was no longer sufficient, attuned the rest of her senses.  
Pointed ears flapping, Ranma-chan made a swift swipe of her ki-claws on 
the side, apparently at thin air, but that elicited a startled yelp from 
an unseen target.

Ranma's human personality was still hovering in ghost form above the 
rest of them.  Crackling with energy, both stolen to her father and 
retrieved from the demon's death, she was feeling mightily high.  
Running her hands on her spiritual -- but nonetheless naked and curvy -- 
body, she giggled in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Who... that was a fun one... Oyaji nearly got me there, but I showed 
him who was the best... Mmmmhh... I wonder how you take those off..." 
she said to herself, as her hands stopped on her breast and toyed with 
the energy nipple-rings.  Pulling a little on them, her expression 
turned a bit distracted, and she moaned.  "Ooooh... I'm not sure I want 
to...."

Still, she was aware she couldn't stay in this state eternally... she 
had to get back to her body some time, and finish kicking her father's 
ass for having kept those techniques from her.  Lazily rolling on 
herself, she glanced toward the ground.  The first thing she noticed was 
Akane, nude and looking good.  She licked her lips, wondering if the 
Tomboy could be convinced to train with her in those new tricks.  They 
her gaze fell on the redheaded catgirl.

"WHAT THE FUCK???!!!" O.O


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

Genma was operating with his governor off.  While that upped his 
physical ability a hundred percent at least, and made him very, very 
dangerous, it did nothing to improve his planning skills.  They still 
sucked.

He should have realized that Neko-Ranma would be able to sense him on 
levels other than those available to humans.  But the thought had never 
even occurred to him.

On the other hand... his ability to adapt and change while in a combat 
situation was well honed from his many years of rampant cowardice.  
Combined with his newfound lack of morals and high levels of confidence, 
that meant that Neko-Ranma was far from having a gimme in the coming 
fight.  For all her speed and strength, not to mention the razor-sharp 
claws, she was still an animal mentality.  And Genma could use that.

But first things first.  Staying in the Umi-Sen Ken was difficult with 
his lacerated side, but he maintained it as he leapt away from 
Neko-Ranma's attack, his retreat bringing him down behind Akane.  He 
knew he only had seconds before Neko-Ranma would move to protect Akane, 
and he didn't give her that.  His hand lashed out in a flat open strike 
to the back of her neck, right on the vein that supplied blood to her 
brain.  A carefully calculated blow.  It sent a high-pressure wave of 
blood into Akane's brain, and stunned her.

He leapt away as Akane crumpled, sure that Neko-Ranma would be drawn 
toward Akane, especially as he dropped out of the Umi-Sen Ken and 
appeared a good distance away from the downed girl.

A human would have been able to figure out that Akane was bait, and just 
because Genma was a long way away, he still posed a threat.  But, 
Neko-Ranma was not human, at the moment, and moved toward Akane while 
keeping an eye and ear cocked toward Genma.  Genma smirked; he drew his 
arms in close to his side and cupped his hands in front of his belly.  
His new overwhelming confidence gave him access to a move he'd never 
used before, but Ranma was not the only Saotome who could learn other 
moves just by watching.

Genma drew all his confidence into a ball of energy in his belly, and 
then drew it out between his hands, where it glowed with power.  
Môôôôôkkkkkkoooooo Taaaaakkaaaabbiiissssshaaaaaa... He called out in a 
strained voice as he prepared to blast out the feline girl.


Re: "Training Trip"

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Genma was right in thinking that Neko-Ranma would try to protect Akane 
at the expense of her own safety, and wouldn't recognize what threat the 
portly martial artist truly was.  Indeed, the feline girl jumped between 
her favored mate and her father, hissing all the way, challenging him to 
dare come any closer.

She would have been sitting duck for the ki attack... if not for one 
little detail.  Like, an iron fist unexpectedly landing on top of his 
bald cranium, and almost burying his head between his shoulders.  That 
hurt.

"YOU BASTARD!!  WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO AKANE!!!  AND THAT ATTACK IS 
*MINE*, YA CHEAT!!!!" a _male_ voice bellowed.

As a melon-sized lump was growing on Genma's head, a naked Ranma-kun 
stepped back... and looked down at himself.  "Hey, I'm not a ghost 
anymore... and I'm a guy!" he exclaimed in surprise.

The boy wasn't exactly sure how this happened.  He remembered having 
felt the link between his aura and the now very exotic body of 
Neko-Ranma-chan dwindling.  Any attempt to return to this shell was 
doomed; the spirit of the Neko-Ken, stronger than ever, was preventing 
it.  Then Ranma saw his father felling Akane... and his non-existent 
blood boiled.  Any feeling of the female kind disappeared, his male, 
protective persona surged to the fore....

How he managed, in his haste to protect his fiancée, to create a new 
body, he had no idea.  Sure, he was packed with energy during the 
experience, more than he'd believed possible, but still that was a 
shock.  Ranma was unaware that he owned this mostly to the perverted 
demon that fell prey to the Neko.  Even after using some of it to 
trigger Ranma-chan's transformation, what was left of the demon's life-
force, added to whatever Ranma-kun drained of his father's aura, was a 
lot.  Enough, in fact, to materialize a new body when the need arose.

Ranma-kun, awed, looked at the female-and-feline shape of his girl-side.  
His fear of cats wasn't even manifesting itself, probably taken along by 
the Neko part.  Waitaminute, if his girl-body was there, and if he was a 
male, then maybe....

"I'm cured?  I won't going to turn into a girl again?" he muttered in 
shock... (and a tiny, weenie, unnoticeable bit of disappointment).


Re: "Training Trip"

T.H. Tiger

In Ranma's current state, this fist caused much more than physical 
damage.  It sent a shock wave through Genma's inner chi, putting him out 
like a light, and likely to stay that way for a good long time.

Genma woke to find himself in a mountain clearing, alone.  Rubbing his 
aching head he sat up and looked around.  He was in the middle of a 
familiar-looking campsite, similar to thousands he and Ranma had shared 
during, and after, their training trip.  But he had no idea why he was 
currently sitting in this one.

What Genma could not remember, was that he'd been struck from above by a 
Ranma loaded with massive amounts of spiritual energy.  That blow had 
driven his dark-persona back into the back of his mind, leaving the 
normal Genma behind.  As a result, his memory was gone from the time his 
other-self had taken over, and very blurry for a few days before that.

As a result, he came to the only logical conclusion.  "Never again..." 
he moaned, rubbing his head.  "I swear to the gods, I'll never drink 
that much again."


[END]