A Change in Him: Chapter 6

Author: Null Factor

This story contains scenes of explicit sex, naughty words, and other horrible, offensive things.  If you are underage in your house, village, town, city, community, state, province, country, or continent: READ NO FURTHER!  If that type of thing offends your tender sensibilities, or you are stupid: READ NO FURTHER!  All characters are the copyright of their respective creators and/or owners; no copyright infringement is intended by this story.  Any resemblance to people, places, or situations alive, dead, or otherwise is purely coincidental.

Chapter 6

Two Weeks Later, Wednesday Afternoon

“Uuuuhhnnn!! SSShhhhiiiiittttt, YYYeeeeeaahhhh!! Uuuummmm!! AAaaaaahhhhh!! Ffffuuuuuucckkk!!” Nabiki cursed and moaned with each of her hip movements, driving her fit body onto Ranma’s large, thick cock, causing it to drive ever deeper into her cum-slick cunt. They were again in their rooftop meeting place, Nabiki fulfilling her part of their month-long agreement. The outside air was chilly with the dropping temperatures of late October, but inside the shed it was hot and moist due to the exertions of both teenagers.

Fuck, yeah! Ranma reveled in the feelings along his condom-encased dick as Nabiki repeatedly plunged her body on it. Nabiki may not be a martial artist, but she’s still got a great, fit body. Those aerobics she does really show! Ranma appreciated those points both with his eyes and with his hands which ran along the length of her trim legs, up the sides of her slender body, and fondled her bouncing tits; each of his caresses causing a series of goose-bumps to pop up on her skin, showing her own arousal. His hands moved smoothly along her silky skin due to the thin layer of sweat covering them both, making it easy for him to appreciate the feel of her clenching and releasing muscles as she writhed on top of him.

“Hhuuuhhhh! Shit!!” Nabiki finally collapsed downward on to Ranma’s chest, crushing her breasts against him as she gasped for breath. Ranma held her tight as she quivered both in exhaustion and in reaction to the number of climaxes she had been experiencing. “Damn!” Nabiki panted as she finally managed to catch her breath. “Why don’t you do some of the work, Saotome? I need a break!”

Ranma couldn’t see Nabiki’s face as she was lying with her head curled into his shoulder, but he could sense the smile in her voice, causing him to grin as well, despite her seemingly caustic request. Then a diagram from the text he had been studying popped into his mind along with the possibilities that it had caused him to consider and his smile grew wider. “Whatever you say, Nabiki.” Ranma gripped Nabiki’s hips tightly where they sat upon his own and frowned in concentration.

“Huh?!” Nabiki’s head suddenly popped up as she felt a strange sensation coming from Ranma’s dick, which was deeply wedged within her vagina. The large slab of flesh was...moving, but she could tell Ranma’s body was completely still. “Whoa!” The calculating teen’s body jerked fully upright as Ranma’s cock began squirming erotically within her, making her already creaming pussy increase its flow of juices. “What the fuck’s that?!” Nabiki gasped. “Is that something else you picked up in China?”

“No,” Ranma grunted, his attention clearly on what was happening at the point where their groins were joined. “It’s a little trick I worked out on my own. Now, how about this?”

“SSSssshhhiiiiiittt!! UUuuuaaaauuuuunnnhhh!!!” Nabiki’s fingers clawed into Ranma’s chest as his penis suddenly began to tremble, the pace of its action increasing until it was humming almost like a vibrator. A big, thick, hot, flexible vibrator quivering rapidly deep with her sex. “AAAaaaauuuuuuhhhhhnnnnn!!”

‘BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN NNNNNGGG!!’

Ranma looked over to the table where the alarm clock he had bought after their first tryst was ringing loudly. “Looks like our time’s up, Nabiki,” Ranma observed even as he began lightly rocking his hips, which combined with his vibrating dick to drive Nabiki ever crazier. “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Saotome!” Nabiki barked, her eyes popping open to lock on his blue ones, a fire clearly burning in her own. “Just keep going!!”

Ranma smiled, remembering the way Nabiki had forced a quick ending the previous week after the alarm clock had signaled the end of their scheduled hour. It looks like her attitude had changed since last week, Ranma thought smugly before his attention refocused on the job at hand. “MMmmuuuummmmmggghhh!!” As the chiming of the alarm clock wound down, Ranma groaned, increasing the pace of his hip movements, the buzzing motion of his dick dying down as he redirected the focus and energy of his actions on deeper penetration.

Nabiki certainly didn’t seem to mind, however, as she collapsed back down to grasp him closely, her teeth fastening on the side of his neck as she shrieked with each impact of the orgasms wracking her body. With the increasing sexual arousal coursing through both teenagers’, Ranma abruptly rolled both their bodies over onto his left, her right side, looking for more leverage for his movements. “Uuuhh!! Mmmhh!! Aaauuhh!” Ranma grunted with each of his thrusts, his right arm, hooking Nabiki’s left leg upward so he could pound into her box, which was frothing over as he whipped up her ever-increasing flow of juices.

Nabiki’s mouth remained fastened to Ranma’s neck, a trickle of blood on his skin marking how deeply she was locked onto him, something that was reconfirmed by the way her nails were clawing at her back. Beneath the sound of Ranma’s panted cries, one could just make out the keening shriek welling up from within Nabiki’s throat, which was just barely contained by the flesh she was biting into. Finally, Ranma’s body seized up, smashing his prick as deep as he could into Nabiki, slight spasms running through him as he climaxed, a climax that was clearly matched by a crescendo in Nabiki’s own thundering orgasms. With long, shuddering groans the two teens finally relaxed their tense muscles, but their bodies stayed entwined as they tried to calm down and began taking deep, heaving breaths of air.

They lay together for over ten minutes without stirring, merely holding one another and enjoying the feel of each other’s body against their own. Finally, Nabiki broke the mood, however, her voice it’s normally cool tone, Ranma probably being one of the few people to ever hear it in a more unguarded state. “Well, Saotome. I guess that was acceptable.” Even as Ranma chuckled at that understatement she went on, “But we should be careful about the time in the future.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Ranma agreed even as he snuggled in closer to the older teenager.

“Not ‘probably,’ Saotome,” Nabiki corrected sharply. “I am right. For example, didn’t you mention something about training tonight?”

“Yeah, shit that’s right,” Ranma groaned, reluctantly getting out of bed and pulling himself out of her grasp, both that of her arms and of her tight vagina. Once upright he first removed the rubber from his cock, carefully tying the plastic sheath, which was full to bursting with his cum. That taken care of he moved off to the table to grab a towel and began cleaning up as he talked, “Though, I don’t know what kinda training my Pop thinks he can give me. I’ve been beatin’ him like a rug lately.”

While he straightened himself up and complained about his useless father Nabiki got out of the tangled mass of bedding as well. Her dark brown eyes, however, remained focused on the younger man, however, even as she too began cleaning up. An observant person would have noticed that the burning fire raised in those orbs by Ranma in their sexual encounter had not died down by one whit, but Ranma wasn’t exactly what one would term attentive to that type of thing. Therefore, he wasn’t aware of either the worrying way Nabiki’s eyes stayed locked on him while they got ready to leave or her quiet demeanor even after he had brought her back down to street level.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Nabiki,” Ranma said in way of farewell. “Thanks!” Then he was off, swiftly moving back to the rooftops as the quickest way of getting home.

Nabiki watched him leave through narrowed eyes and with a serious look on her face before she turned and made her way to a nearby café, limping slightly after the intense fuck session she had just experienced. As she sipped at her cappuccino at a corner table her logical mind was already turning over the situation she found herself in and was making plans for the future.

The sex is too good, Nabiki acknowledged, always honest with herself if not with others. I can’t give it up. So the question is: How do I make sure that I won’t have to? She took another drink of her beverage, simultaneously using her well-practiced glare to drive away some schoolboy who looked like he wanted to talk with her. Normally she wouldn’t have minded; it would have been a way of avoiding paying for her drink, but right now she didn’t need the distraction. The most obvious solution, she mused, would be to gather some evidence of the two of us fucking. The problem is that it can’t seem like it’s voluntary on my part or that would weaken its hold over Ranma. I have to make sure that it seems like he is the aggressor and I’m the victim. So, just how should I go about it?

Suddenly a slight smile caused her lips to curl, but it was a look more fitting for a feral carnivore sighting its prey rather than a human being. In fact that grin was in itself enough to dissuade another guy who was thinking of approaching the good-looking teenager who was sitting by herself. Yes, Nabiki though, a purr almost welling up within her as the she felt the exciting pleasure of a plan coming together. Now that will do very nicely indeed!

A Short Time Later, The Tendo Household

“You’ve been having it way too easy, boy,” Genma Saotome sneered at his son as the sun began setting behind him. “You think you know it all, but you’re just scratching the surface of the skills and knowledge that a true martial artist needs.”

“I have to agree with Genma, Ranma,” Soun Tendo seconded, standing next to his old training mate. “Lately you seem to have been getting a bit cocky. For example, you were ten minutes late for your training this evening. Ten minutes may not seem like a very big deal to you, but it’s a sign of your lack of discipline.”

“Good point, Tendo,” Genma agreed. “Do you hear that, boy! Discipline! That’s what you’re lacking!”

“Well, no wonder considering who my father is, eh Pop?” Ranma replied. “If I need some training why don’t you stop flapping your lips and train me already?”

Genma’s face turned an interesting shade of purple at that comment and looked ready to explode, but was cut off by a new voice. “Genma, Soun, stand aside,” the diminutive form of Happosai jumped off the house’s veranda and stalked across the grass before turning to face Ranma, the sun setting behind him lengthening his shadow so that it nearly reached to where Ranma stood. The two middle-aged martial artists quickly scurried to the side at the command of their perverted old master.

“You really think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you Ranma?” Happosai taunted. “You think us old men have nothing to teach you, isn’t that right? Do you remember my Chrysalis Technique?” At Ranma’s short nod he continued, “Well, then...Why don’t you watch closely and see if you can match it this time?” Ranma’s blue eyes narrowed as he carefully concentrated on the short form of the old man in front of him. Despite his narrow focus, however, the teenager wasn’t able to see how it was done as the lecherous fiend slowly faded from view. “Well, Ranma?” The sound of Happosai’s voice echoed around the back yard. “How about it? Do you still think we have nothing to teach you?”

“I gotta admit you’re pretty good, you old freak,” Ranma admitted. “But I haven’t been sitting around doing nothing these past few months, you know.” With that ambiguous comment Ranma took a step backward, but his foot didn’t stop on the grass behind him. Instead it sank back within Ranma’s own shadow, caused by the red, descending sun in front of him! Genma and Soun stared in shock as their respective son and hoped for son-in-law disappeared from view, sinking into his own shadow.

“Huh! What!?” Happosai’s stunned voice came out of nowhere as he saw his putative pupil vanish. “How in the He---AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” The perverted master’s protests turned into a wail of pain as he and Ranma abruptly popped back into view with Ranma’s foot smashing into the older (much, much older!) man’s skull, launching him down the length of the yard to dig a furrow in the turf as he landed face-first with a heartfelt groan.

Ranma landed on the ground with a little hop, a smug grin on his face after his smack-down of the ever-annoying Happosai. That smirk was quickly wiped away, however, when he heard a feminine voice squeal behind him, “Airen! Good kick, Ranma! You beat dirty old man!! Ranma!? Where you go!? Wait for Shampoo, Airen!”

At the first sound of the voice Ranma had immediately known it was Shampoo, so he didn’t wait around for what he knew was coming next; instead he fled. Jumping to the top of the Tendo house, Ranma was soon making tracks for someplace safer. He was closely followed by his Amazon fiancée, however, who had immediately gone after him as soon as he made his first move.

With Shampoo’s pursuit of her love, her great, great (add on as many ‘greats’ as you feel is appropriate) grandmother, Cologne, was left standing alone on the top of the wall surrounding the Tendo house. Her ancient eyes were narrowly focused on the disappearing form of her desired son-in-law while a series of thoughts ran through her mind. Where in the world did Ranma learn the Shadow Walk?! And how much else does he know? Has he been...Confucius’ cousin! Cologne cursed to herself as she frowned at the problem confronting her. I have to find out just how much he...But how can I...? Ah! Shampoo!! With her help, I’m sure I can find out!

While the ancient Amazon pondered her options, Happosai stumbled to his feet, wiping some of the dirt off his face and looking around woozily. Genma and Soun had made themselves scarce with the defeat of their master, being afraid to face him after his embarrassing loss to Ranma. What happened? Happosai thought, then it all flashed back to him. Rrrraaaaaannnnmmmmmaaaaa!!!! How dare you kick your master!??! Happosai cursed, looking around for his recalcitrant student. He suddenly brought himself up short, Wait a second! How did that little puke manage to hit me, anyway?! Looking back he remembered how Ranma had revealed his own special skill. The Shadow Walk?! Where did that punk pick that up?! After further thought, And does that mean...? Hhhmmmm...That’s interesting. Very interesting. But how to find out if it’s true or not? He looked up and suddenly noticed Cologne’s presence. Shampoo? No, she’d check with that dried up old mummy. I can’t ask her. But how about...Hmmm...Yes! With a little persuasion Ukyou might just be willing to...! An evil grin spread over the pervert’s face as he planned his next move.