A Change in Him: Chapter 16

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 16

Fifteen minutes Later

So that’s what it meant! I always wondered about that note. Now, if that’s true, then...Yes! I got it! And...Ranma’s contemplation of the book in his hands was suddenly broken by someone calling his name.

“Ran-chan!! Ran-chan!”

Ranma looked up in surprise to see... “Ukyou!! Wha...!” He glanced around and realized that as he had been walking along the streets on his way home, his attention completely on the book he had just acquired from Happosai, he had come to the street where Ukyou had her okonomiyaki shop. She had apparently just been getting ready to lock the door, closing up for the night when she had seen her fiancé. Currently her head was poking out the door, a big smile on her face.

“Ran-chan, it’s so good to see you! Have you come for my part of our deal?”

“Deal? What’re you talking about?”

“Our bargain, silly! You know, that I’d give you free okonomiyaki for a week in return for you helping me train. But you’ve hardly eaten any of my cooking. Today’s the last day, so I figured you were here to get some while the getting’s good.”

“Ah...well...Uh...” Ranma tried to come up with something to say, but before he could choke anything out his stomach gave another resounding growl making his face glow red with embarrassment. That seemed to be all the answer that Ukyou needed, though.

“You are hungry, aren’t you?! Come in! Come in and I’ll cook you as much okonomiyaki as you can eat!”

“Well, I guess so...” Ranma rubbed his empty stomach and slowly made his way into Ucchan’s Okonomiyaki. I sure hope this doesn’t lead to me losin’ control again, he thought. “So, what’re you gonna cook fir-! Gggrrrlllkkkk!!!” The teenaged martial artist’s face suddenly assumed a look very similar to the one it had been showing when he looked into the girls’ bathing area earlier that morning. The cause this time was what he saw when he turned around to face Ukyou who had been closing and locking the front door of her restaurant behind him.

The high school girl wasn’t wearing the brief school uniform which had been causing so much trouble for Ranma throughout the school week. Neither was she wearing her usual cooking outfit of tight black leggings and a blue top. Instead she was clad...well somewhat clad in a rather perverted version of a waitress’s uniform. She was wearing red high-heeled shoes, light pink stockings that ended with some lacy ribbons just at the edge of her short, frilled skirt that barely made its way halfway down her thighs, particularly with the layers of white petticoats beneath it. The skirt was a slightly darker pink than her stockings and was cinched around her slender waist by a small, pure white apron. Her shirt was also white, puffed out at the shoulders and ended a short way down her upper arms. Over this shirt was a corset-like garment of the same color as her skirt that helped to emphasize her breasts, which seemed to be straining to get free from the confines of the lace-edged shirt. Instead of her usual white ribbon holding back her thick brown hair she was wearing a pink and white maid’s cap.

“Why, whatever could be the matter, Ranma honey?” Ukyou purred, her blue eyes glinting in happiness as she saw the effect of her get up on her fiancé. “Your face looks so strange!”

“Uh...Ahh...Urk!!” Strangled cries came from Ranma’s mouth along with some desperate pointing motions as he futilely tried to get his mind functioning once again.

“Oh! Do you mean my new uniform?” Ukyou smiled in glee as she sauntered past Ranma, moving behind the grill and starting to whip up some okonomiyaki for the martial artist, aware of his burning gaze locked on her sexily clad body the whole time. “I just thought it might help attract new customers.” And you too! She thought as she cooked and watched Ranma staring at her. And I’d say it’s worked!! In no time at all she had finished fixing up two servings of okonomiyaki for Ranma and slid them onto some plates. “Why don’t we eat at one of the booths, Ran-chan?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Ranma blinked himself back to reality and followed Ukyou to one of the nearby tables, sliding in across from her. Soon he was wolfing down one of the tasty Japanese pancakes expertly prepared by his fiancée. “Um!! As good as ever, Ucchan!”

“Thanks, Ranma honey! But you’re even hungrier than usual. What’s up?”

“Ah, I’ve been chasin’ the old freak all weekend,” Ranma said after choking down his current mouthful of food. Between bites he began giving Ukyou a brief rundown on his activities over the weekend. He had barely gotten started when he suddenly stopped feeling something brush up against his leg.

“What is it, Ran-chan? Why did you stop?” Ukyou had a completely innocent look on her pretty face even as she was chuckling wickedly in her head. She had removed her high-heeled shoes soon after the two teenagers sat down and now she was just beginning to gently run one stockinged foot up and down the inside of Ranma’s leg.

“Uh, n, nothing, I guess,” Ranma stuttered before resuming his tale. The recitation became more and more unsteady and frankly disconnected, however, as the teenaged girl became bolder and bolder with her game of footsie. When her foot managed to brush up against his groin and his already hard and throbbing cock he gave up on saying anything entirely; he merely groaned. “Uuhhhnnnn!!”

“Why, whatever could be the matter, Ranma honey?” The okonomiyaki chef’s guiless tone of voice wasn’t much in keeping with the naughty ideas running through her head or her current posture. In order for her to reach her beau’s crotch with her silk-covered foot she had had to scrunch down in her seat, a pretty guilty and rather awkward looking position. She still managed to keep such an open, virtuous look on her face that Ranma found it difficult to question her.

“Well, ah...It’s, you, you... ooooohh,” The sixteen year hold was helpless in the hands; well feet actually, of his cute fiancée.

“I’m sorry, Ran-cha,” Ukyou grinned as she continued her lascivious actions with her feet. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.” Her smile widened observing Ranma’s open-mouthed state, so she decided to move on to the next stage of her plan. “Oops!” The brown-haired cook ‘accidentally’ knocked a set of chopsticks off the table onto the floor. “How clumsy of me,” She giggled, quickly ducking the table.

“Huh? Wha-?” Ranma was barely able to choke out a few sounds before he felt Ukyou’s busy hands at the ties of his pants. “Ukyou!?” Ranma halfheartedly reached down as if to stop the school girl kneeling under the table between his legs, but she simply ignored his feeble attempts. Even these weak displays of disapproval disappeared as soon as his pants were loosened enough for Ukyou to reach in and touch his hard cock with the warm flesh of her hands. Delighting in that contact, the young martial artist simply gave a deep sigh and leaned back in the booth’s seat, his new position allowing his lover easier access to him. Soon he felt both of her hands on his length, exposing it to the air and her lustful attentions. “Aaaaaahhhhh!” Ranma groaned at the feel of Ukyou’s hot breath gently tickling along his penis, swiftly followed by her tongue lapping at its head.

The okonomiyaki chef didn’t stop there, though. After a few minutes of licking at his dick with her wet, flexible tongue, exploring its sensitive spots she moved in for even more intimate contact. “Uuuhhhnnn! Yeah that’s it, Ukyou!!” Ranma gasped as Ukyou took the head of his cock in her mouth, slurping and sucking on it loudly. The young cook kept up her actions with her mouth, saliva dripping from the corner of it even as she began lightly massaging Ranma’s sensitive testicles with her left hand. Her right hand was currently busy between her own legs, rubbing her hot, sopping gash.

Ranma simply sat and enjoyed his fiancée’s actions for several minutes. The only signs of consciousness in his sprawled out body, his eyes closed and head flung back on the back of the cushioned seat, were his rapidly heaving chest and occasional tremors running through his body, accompanied by small moans, at particularly arousing maneuvers by Ukyou. Eventually, however, he decided to make some moves of his own.

“Uuummmppphhh!?!?” Ukyou’s questioning voice was muffled due to its dick-filled state, but that was soon fixed as her fiancé pulled himself free from her hard sucking grasp. “Ranma?” Now it was the teenage girl’s turn to be confused by her lover’s action, but she didn’t have much time to protest as his strong arms snaked her up from between his legs under the table, pulling her back into the light, between him and the table. As she was smoothly dragged into view, any comments she wanted to make were stifled by the wet kiss Ranma placed on her panting lips. Quickly pushing the empty, dirty plates to the side he laid his wriggling handful onto the table without breaking his thorough lip lock on her.

Ukyou quickly gave in to this new position, her arms wrapping around Ranma’s muscular back and her stocking clad legs rubbing along the outside of his as the two teenagers conducted an exhaustive exploration of one another’s mouths. Sooner than she wanted, however, her fiancé broke away from their exchange of wet kisses as well as her tight grasp and sat back down on the booth’s seat. This left him in the perfect position for what he wanted to do next. Seated, with his pants and boxers pooled up around his feet, Ukyou’s spread open, sexily attired body was completely vulnerable to Ranma. Only needing to lean forward slightly, he lightly brushed the sheer, white, lacy underwear that Ukyou was wearing with the tip of his tongue. That one lick along her wet panties caused the okonomiyaki cook to convulse as if an electric current was running through her body. Ranma smiled and went to work.

For the next forty-five minutes Ranma introduced Ukyou to every technique he knew of by which one could arouse a woman’s vagina with one’s mouth. And he knew a lot of them. The Kiss of the Hummingbird, The Singapore Massage, Dance of the Delightful Digits, The Panting Palpitation of Pheromonal Prestidigitation, Lascivious Lilliputian Lips of Languid Love, and every other trick in his repertoire were used on the sopping sex of his fiancée. Ukyou’s verbal reaction to these maneuvers started out high and clear, but as the tremendously arousing actions went on her voice became hoarser and more desperate. In addition Ranma had to deal with the nearly uncontrolled movements of her bodies, his muscular arms and hands keeping her pinned down and accessible to his devilish oral attentions.

When he finally regained his feet, the martial artist beheld an already completely worn out girl. Her blue eyes were extremely wide, almost dilated with pleasure and a small trickle of saliva extended from the corner of her gasping mouth. Her thick brown hair was matted in sweaty clumps and her maid’s cap had been torn off at some point by her trembling fingers. Those same tearing digits had also ripped open her tight blouse and pulled up her bra to expose her naked breasts, their nipples achingly hard, to the open air. A thin layer of sweat coated the exposed flesh of her beautiful, supple body and almost constant quivers ran through her body, further sign of the extremes of pleasure her lover had given her.

Ranma smiled and removed his own top, looking around for a convenient napkin to wipe his sweat and cum drenched face, but Ukyou had knocked everything onto the floor in the course of her thrashing about as he had eaten her out. Shrugging his shoulders he used the sleeve of his own shirt to clean himself up somewhat and leaned over his fiancée to gently kiss her neck, feeling her pulse beating like a trip hammer as he did so. Maybe I went a little too far, Ranma thought, again kissing the shuddering schoolgirl beneath him. Ukyou eventually came back to reality to the sensation of her love gently kissing her face, necks, and occasionally breasts and nipples; actions which were keeping her body at a high state of arousal.

“Oooohh, Rrraaaannn-chhaaaaann!! That was ssssooooo wonderful!” Ukyou sighed in pleasure and reached around with weak, trembling arms to hold and caress his muscular back, reveling in the smooth feel of his warm flesh on top of her.

“I’m glad you liked it, Ucchan,” Ranma whispered. “But we’re not done yet.”

“Aaaahhh!” Ukyou gasped as she realized that the hard, hot length of Ranma’s cock was rubbing up along the length of her inner right thigh. First she felt it through the thin fabric of her stockings, then directly against her bare, sweaty flesh as it came ever closer to its ultimate goal. “Uuuuhhhnnn!!” The okonomiyaki chef groaned as the broad tip of his dick hit her drenched panties and pushed the thin silk underwear against her puffed, somewhat sore vaginal lips. Ranma kissed her in the midst of her aroused moan, his lips pressing against her forcefully, his tongue slipping into her mouth dominantly. Ukyou clutched desperately at the teenager above her, clinging to him as if to a life preserver as she felt herself once again slipping away into a sea of lust and pleasure.

Deftly, Ranma slipped aside the barrier between their two sexes and slowly, ever so slowly pushed into her oozing gash. Ukyou gasped again as she was penetrated for the first time in her life, but the sound went unheard as it was swallowed up in her fiancé’s mouth. Ranma continued his gradual invasion of the young teen writhing beneath him, finding no obstruction to his movements except for her own natural tightness. Despite the fact that she was, or at least had been, a virgin, her maidenhood had broken at a young age in one of her many strenuous workouts she had put herself through in her drive to perfect her family’s traditional art of Okonomiyaki martial arts. Thus, he was able to slowly work his way into her up to the fullest depths of her channel. Then he paused, released his smothering kiss and picked his head up to look her fully in the face. The two teenagers’ blue eyes looked deeply into the ones facing them.

“Ranma...”

“Ukyou...”

The schoolgirl moved her hands up from her lover’s back to his thick black hair and pulled his head down towards hers, kissing him thoroughly as soon as his lips were close enough. Taking this as a sign to continue, Ranma began measured, deliberate hip movements, his thick penis purposefully plundering his extremely willing fiancée. Eventually Ukyou had to break her kiss, unable to keep it up as her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations running through her. As Ranma slowly but surely fucked Ukyou for the first time, he began to utilize the ki techniques he had been learning and practicing with his various other...companions. With each manipulation, each thrust of his hips he drove Ukyou further and further within her own mind; the physical sensations he aroused from her body overwhelming her consciousness and her own sense of self.

For Ukyou it was as if an unending series of bombs were going off inside her. Each of her climaxes seeming to erase more and more of her ability to think. It was as if Ranma’s deep drives into her were not only physical penetrations but spiritual ones as well. In her foggy state she somehow felt drops of water falling down onto her face, as they trickled into her open, gasping mouth. Sweat, she realized bemusedly. Ranma’s sweat. It’s because he’s working hard. Working hard at...At...At making love to me!! The young girl’s, no woman’s, body spasm repeatedly on her lover’s penis. Her arms clasped him tightly, her fingernails gouging bloody furrows in his back. Her stockinged legs wrapped around his waist in a rib-threatening grasp. Within her she felt a scalding hot liquid spraying into her. And then...

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGG GGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She howled. She screamed. She shrieked out her joy in a deafening roar that resounded throughout the neighborhood. Even in Nerima, where they were used to the sounds of battles between gods, demons, aliens, and mortals at all hours of the day and night that sound was enough to cause people to pause in what they were doing and exchanged raised, questioning eyebrows. The sound was not repeated, however, so the residents of the neighborhood shrugged and went on with their lives, their usual response to unusual incidents; incidents which happened so often as to make it questionable as to whether one could really call them unusual or not.

“Kami!” Ranma panted as he freed himself from Ukyou’s still desperately tight hold on him despite her unconscious state. His ears still ringing from the aftereffects of her scream, he gently edged his sensitive cock from her pussy, an obscene sucking noise and a gush of their combined juices accompanying its removal. “Maybe I went a bit too far...” The young martial artist looked down with appreciation at the passed our body of his lovely fiancée for a few moments before a sudden thought made him frown. What now? Should I just leave her here and take off, or should I...? Ranma thought over the matter for a few moments before shrugging his shoulders. I guess I can’t just leave her like this.

Kicking his feet free from his pants he gathered Ukyou up into his arms and carried her gently up the narrow stairs of her restaurant up to her living quarters above her workplace. He was familiar with it from the few times he had had to stay there, for example during the Gambling King situation. Placing her down on the floor of her bedroom Ranma then took her futon out of the closet and unrolled it. Before placing his lover on it, however, he decided to clean her up. First he removed the remnants of her waitress uniform and put them in Ukyou’s washer. Then he went to the bathroom, wet a hand towel and used it to wipe down her sweat and cum drenched body. This intimate contact of course only increased Ranma’s appreciation of his young lover’s charms and by the time he finished he was once again sporting a major erection. Tossing aside the soiled towel, the martial arts expert once again picked up the curvaceous okonomiyaki cook and placed her down on her futon.

As Ranma was reaching down to pull the covers up on the naked teenager he came face to face with her once again and noticed with a slight jolt that her bright blue eyes were open once again and that she was staring at him in what seemed to him a rather odd way. “H, Hey, Ucchan,” he finally managed to stammer out. “You doing OK?”

“Wonderful, Ran-chan. My love.” Her voice was lower and huskier than usual, perhaps because of the world shattering scream she had recently given, perhaps because of... “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long!”

“Y, Yeah,” Ranma reluctantly agreed, warning alarms blaring in the back of his head as wedding bells, chains and the end of all freedom flashed one after another through his head.

“Don’t worry, Ran-chan,” Ukyou touched his face with a still shaky hand. “I’m not going to force you into anything. Just...Just don’t let me go is all.”

Seeing the tears starting to form in her eyes, Ranma lay down beside Ukyou and hugged her tenderly, their naked bodies pressing up against each other. “Don’t worry, Ucchan,” He whispered into her ear, her head resting on his shoulder. “I won’t abandon you, ever.” Sighing, the schoolgirl grasped her lover even tighter and the two teens slowly drifted off into sleep.