A Change in Him: Chapter 11
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 11
That Afternoon
That was too close!! Ranma left school with his head down in deep thought, but still able to dodge nimbly among the other chatting subjects. Not only did I almost get caught blowing my wad in Shampoo’s face, I also nearly left my bag with the book in it behind when I ran away from the shed! Despite his ability to control his gender change through force of concentration, he was still extremely vulnerable to the sight or sound of cats. When the cold water had hit them, he had immediately freaked out at the sight of Shampoo in her cat form and zipped through the window. He was only lucky that one of the handles of his book bag had gotten tangled up in his, well at that time her, foot and she had dragged it out of the shed while she fled.
Not to mention what this might make Shampoo think as far as our engagement goes!! Ranma had always been terrified of showing any kind of preference or kindness toward any of his various fiancées because he was horrified at the thought of being tied down in marriage as well as how it would hurt the others. But now...I’ve definitely given some displays of...affection toward both Ukyou and Shampoo.
After a few more steps he came to a halt, ignoring the obstruction he caused for others by his sudden stop. Hey! Now wait just a second...! A new idea began percolating in Ranma’s head. Despite what Ukyou and I did the other day, she hasn’t really changed her behavior all that much. Sure she’s dressing differently and throwing herself all over me but she hasn’t sent out wedding invitations or anything which is the main point. And Shampoo hasn’t really changed since we ran into each other the other morning...And both Shampoo and Ukyou are definitely total babes...And I do have certain...needs. If it were possible to...I’m gonna have to think about this more.
Ranma’s life, however, wasn’t one of those that was overwhelmed with open spaces of time for quiet contemplation. Even as he was finishing his final thought he felt a raging battle aura coming closer. Without conscious thought his well-trained body dodged out of the way.
“DIE, SAOTOME!!” Tatewaki Kuno screamed in rage as his bokuto flashed by its intended target. Snarling at his miss he whirled to face his enemy.
“Yo, Kuno!” Ranma laughed at the blazing anger apparent both on the face of the older teen as well as in the ki flowing through him. No matter how much extra power the fury gave Kuno he was still out of his league when he faced Ranma. It was actually a nice way to forget his troubles and blow off some steam. “What’s up, pervert?”
“YOU! WILL! ADDRESS! ME! AS! UPPER! CLASS! MAN!!” Each of Kuno’s words was emphasized with a strike of his wooden training sword, but none of them connected as Ranma avoided them all with annoying ease.
“Man, Kuno! I think you’re actually getting slower!” Ranma delivered a contemptuous kick to the older teen’s rear as he passed by, sending him sprawling on the ground accompanied by the laughter of various watching students. That laughter stilled, however, when they saw the fire in the maniacal Kendo Master’s eyes as he regained his feet and turned to face his rival.
“SAOTOME!!!! How I despise and loathe thee!!!”
“What’s the problem now, Kuno?”
Kuno extended his bokuto to point it at the younger martial artist as he spoke; “Not only do you keep your shifty, sneaky hold on the pure and noble Akane! Not only do you hoard the affections of the spunky, sprightly pig-tailed girl!! Not only that...Not only that...Not only...!!!”
“So are you gonna tell me what I’ve done some time this century or not?”
“Close that impertinent mouth of yours, cur!!” Again Kuno attacked and again he hit nothing but air. “Not only have you continued in your constant provocations of your betters, but you have driven my already twisted sister completely around the bend!!! Her behavior is beyond atrocious and totally unacceptable in a scion of the noble House of Kuno!!!!!”
Ranma stopped dodging around at this surprising announcement; “What are you talking a-Whoops!” He twisted to the side sharply as Kuno’s blade flashed by. “Watch it, nut job! Look, what your sister does has nothin’ to do with me. So don’t take out your problems on me!”
“SILENCE!!!” Kuno raised his sword above his head and carefully positioned his feet. “There is nothing more to say! DIE, SAOTOME!!!!!”
WHACK!! SMASH!! BAM!! THUD!! WHAM!! POW!! CRASH!!
Ranma walked away from the quivering remains of his foe, shaking his head in exasperation. “When are ya ever gonna learn, Kuno?” Were the last words the upperclassman heard as he sank down into oblivion.
Later That Day
This just ain’t workin’, Ranma thought finishing a final set of exercises in the Tendo Dojo. Sweat was dripping off his bare-chested body from his exertions over the past few hours, but the young martial artist wasn’t happy with the results. Solitary training was helpful to a degree, but...What I really need is a good training partner. One who’ll be able to compete with me. Challenge me. Force me to get better.
Scowling, Ranma went through his various options. Pop? No, he’s lost it. I’m whacking him around without half trying these days. Mr. Tendo? He’s even worse than Pop, except in his demon-head form. Mousse? No. Ryouga? No, even if he wasn’t too ashamed and embarrassed to ever come back here he still wasn’t all that much of a challenge even before he left. Kuno? “BWAH, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA , HA!!!” Ranma couldn’t help laughing out loud at the thought of Kuno as his training partner. Eventually though, he settled back down to his serious thoughts. Shampoo? No, she’s pretty good, but not that good and also there are the...distractions to consider. Ditto for Ukyou.
Ranma sighed as he realized he really didn’t have many true options available to him. It’s gotta be the Perv’ or the Ghoul, he finally acknowledged despite the feeling of doom that settled on his soul at the thought of dealing with either of those two unnatural forces in the martial arts. Having reached his conclusion the black-haired teen sighed again.
“Why such heavy sighs, Ranma my love?” Ranma spun around and assumed a defensive position at the sound of the voice that came from a shadowed corner of the dojo. “Or are they a sign of your yearning for me?”
Peering carefully at the source of the sound, Ranma saw a heavily cloaked figure step out of the darkness. “Who are you?” Ranma barked. “Whadda ya want with me?”
Silently the figure took a few more steps forward before abruptly flicking back the hood concealing its face. That move revealed that the person was none other than...
“Ko, Ko, Ko, Kodachi!!!” Ranma took a step backward in shock as the Black Rose gazed at him with adoring grey eyes. “Wha, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, of course, Ranma-sama,” Kodachi said as she waggled a finger in chastisement at the man she considered her fiancé. “You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you my love?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Ranma lied desperately while his mind raced. Does she know about...Nabiki? Kasumi? Ukyou? Shampoo? Actually,...Now that I think of it, I guess I have been pretty naughty!
“There’s no need to fear my righteous displeasure, Ranma-sama. I accept that it is partially my own fault for ignoring my wifely duties as well as your...manly needs.”
“Huh?” Ranma gaped stupidly at the crazy gymnast who continued to spout off melodramatically.
“Yes! I, the never beaten Black Rose, do hereby accept the responsibilities for my failures! I swear to all the gods that I shall be more attentive to you in the future, Ranma-sama, so that those other vixens will never be able to tempt you away from the path of righteousness! As pledge of my faithfulness and willingness to be all that you could ever desire in a woman I give you this!!!!” With a theatrical flick of her arms Kodachi tore off her concealing cloak and flung it into a corner of the dojo accompanied by a blizzard of black rose petals. The absence of her outer layer of clothing revealed...
“Gguurrlllkk!!!” Ranma’s eyes practically burst out of his face when Kodachi revealed what she had been concealing under her cloak. A deep red blush suffused the teen’s usually pale skin as she squirmed under the gaze of her blue-eyed beau. And her embarrassment was pretty reasonable considering that she was clad in a schoolgirl’s phys-ed uniform: a white short-sleeved shirt with red trim, extremely short red shorts, white socks and red sneakers. Such a getup would be fairly sexy in most any situation, but the fact that it looked like it had originally been bought before Kodachi had gone through puberty, well...And that she had most definitely been growing in all the right places during and after puberty was something quite clearly shown by the beyond skin-tight state of her clothes.
“Well, Ranma-sama? What do you think?” Kodachi slowly approached her bug-eyed love. Her body bouncing and swaying erotically with each of her steps no matter where Ranma moved his eyes.
“Guuaaahh!!” Ranma really did try to speak, but the shock of the Black Rose’s revelation made him feel like he had swallowed his tongue. Physically he found Kodachi incredibly attractive, especially considering what she was wearing. On the other hand, logically he well knew how insane and potentially dangerous she was. The incompatibility between those two drives was causing Ranma’s brain to misfire badly.
“Ranma-sama? Is everything OK, my love?!” Kodachi rushed to the side of her gasping fiancé, worried by the look on his face. Her closeness, however, only further exacerbated the situation. Dimly sensing what might be happening, Kodachi decided to push things in what she considered the right direction. “Don’t be concerned, Ranma-sama. Let your little Black Rose take care of everything!” Suiting words to action she immediately followed up this pronouncement by pushing her moist lips up against Ranma’s slightly open mouth. His blue eyes opened even wider at this contact, especially as the other teen’s barely concealed breasts pushed up against his sweaty, muscular chest.
“Oooohh, Ranma-sama!!!” Kodachi breathed happily on the completion of her first real, honest-to-goodness kiss with her beloved. She didn’t dwell on this first small victory for long, though. Instead she moved on to complete what she considered her conquest of Ranma, beginning another thorough kiss of him. While her lips and tongue greedily devoured Ranma, Kodachi’s hands roamed wildly all over his toned, muscular body. Her left hand lovingly caressed his sweat-slick back before moving down to squeeze his rock-hard butt. Oh, Ranma-sama!! You are so perfect for me!! Kodachi thought as she groaned with her desire and halfway climbed up the motionless, stunned Ranma. Yes!! This is our Destiny!! Heaven itself must have meant for us to be together! Her right hand trailed across the scar on his chest before descending down to his groin. Yes!! This Mighty Rod was meant only for the Black Rose!!!
Kodachi’s hand vigorously stroking the length of his cock was the act that finally snapped Ranma out of his conflicted state of mind. No matter what he might logically know about the gymnast’s mental condition, the only thing that was on his mind right now was that he had a three-quarters naked, very hot babe sexually assaulting him. In no time at all he was eagerly cooperating with that assault.
His strong hands moved down to cup Kodachi’s round ass cheeks, picking her up off the ground while he simultaneously kissed her back. Kodachi’s grey eyes widened in surprised at this first move but soon closed in contentment as his fingers began rubbing and stroking her through the thin, tight fabric of her shorts. In fact she assisted matters by wrapping both of her toned, muscular legs around his waist to help hold her up; this also allowed her to rub her crotch directly on his. Ranma took advantage of this maneuver to move his left hand off her ass cheeks to her breasts, which looked like there were about to burst out of the taut cloth of her shirt. Indeed, as he broke their hungry kissing for a few moments he was able to pretty clearly see Kodachi’s impressive tits because her white shirt had been turned nearly transparent from sopping up the sweat on his chest and she was obviously not wearing a bra at the moment.
Unable to resist those wonders, Ranma’s head dipped down to suckle and nibble at her nipples directly through her shirt. “Aaaauuuuhhhhhhh!! Rrrrraaaaannnnmmmmaaaaa!!!!” Kodachi moaned as an orgasm hit her body from the feel of the martial artist’s hands and mouth working on her flushed body, not to mention the feel of his tremendous organ grinding directly against her slit. “AAAAAAHHHH!!!” Just thinking about it forced another climax from her body. “Mmmooooorreeee, Rrraaaannnmmmaaaaa!!! MMMMMOOOOOOORRREEEE!!!” There was a tearing sound as Ranma’s hands separated the seam on Kodachi’s skimpy gym shorts.
Yeeeessss!! Ttthhhaaatt’sss iiittt!!! Kodachi groaned to herself. Next I will feel Ranma’s puissant tool inside of meeeee!! Taking me! Claiming me for his own!! Yyeeessss, now is the time!!!
Just as these erotic, somewhat submissive thoughts were whirling through Kodachi’s lust-crazed mind she felt Ranma’s body suddenly stiffen. Well, the rest of his body, besides the part that was already the consistency of steel. Blinking her dazed eyes into focus, she saw that Ranma was looking back over his shoulder. “Akane’s coming!”
“Hmph!! Let her come, my love. Let her see how we are one, Ranma-sama!!” Kodachi resumed her furious kissing of the hunky martial artist she was draped all over.
“Are you crazy?! This isn’t the time for that!!” Ranma desperately began trying to pry Kodachi off of him, no matter how much he wanted to just throw her down onto the floor of the dojo and...
“Yes, perhaps you’re right, Ranma-sama.” Kodachi reluctantly stepped away from Ranma and quickly gathered her cloak up around her shoulders, once again hiding away her tremendous body and sexy outfit. “But don’t worry, my dearest love. In no time at all there will come a day when we can be joined without shame or hindrances. Until that blessed day, and night,...Adieu! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!!” And with her traditional swirl of rose petals the Black Rose was gone.
Damn it! Why can’t I control myself and why can’t I...?! Ranma cursed to himself, muscles clenched at his lack of understanding about what was going on. Then with a jerk he realized some important things. One, he was sporting a major hard on. Two, there were black rose petals scattered all over the dojo. Three, Akane was only a few steps away from entering the dojo. Things could get pretty ugly pretty quick if the uncute tomboy was able to put a few things together. Discretion being the better part of valor, Ranma decided to beat it. And that’s not the only thing I need to beat! Ranma thought as he quickly jumped through a convenient window and from there onto the roof of the Tendo house.
“RANMA!! How long are you-?!!” Akane looked around in surprise at the empty dojo. She had been sure that Ranma was in here practicing. Walking further into the training hall she looked down in surprise as she felt something squish under her feet. Crouching down she picked it up. Rose petals?! Kodachi Kuno! Akane picked her head up and glared at the empty dojo. Just what in the world was going on in here?!