A Change in Him: Chapter 24

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 24

Friday Night, On Top of Furinkan High School

Silk looked at the Ranma’s still figure for a few moments before sighing in exasperation and calling out; “Ranma. Ranma! Get up, there’s no time for this foolishness!”

Ranma regained his seated position, moaning the entire time. “I’m dead. I’m SO dead!”

“Look, let’s just take it easy and think this thing over. After all, there may be a way of fixing this mess.”

“Really?!” Ranma looked with desperate hope at the voluptuous redhead sitting across from him. “Man, I’d really appreciate it, Silk! Do you know a...cure or something for all this?”

Silk pursed her lips in thought. “Well, I can’t promise anything,” she admitted. “I’ve studied the book many times and talked with others who’ve mastered its techniques and learning as well as new versions based on them. I know there are ways to reverse effects, but I’m going to need to go over the book in greater detail to be sure.”

“Let’s get moving then!” Ranma suddenly stopped halfway to his feet, a frown forming on his handsome face. “Hey, wait a minute! Some of those techniques I practiced when I was with you guys in your village! How come you weren’t worried about any of these things then?!”

Silk shook her head, “Think about it, Ranma. Most of the time when you were...training you were...” The Amazon abruptly blinked her eyes as a thought occurred to her. “Ranma! When you were practicing with those other girls, how often were you in your female form?”

Ranma looked at the older woman as if she had lost her mind. “Never! I’m a guy, damn it! Besides, any of them would probably kick my ass if I even suggested it.”

“Have you been spending any time as a girl; whether in training or not?”

“As little as possible. What now?” Ranma’s voice was sharp as Silk began shaking her head. The teenager was getting pretty testy at this point in reaction to all the bad news he was getting, so he definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with any more scolding.

“Ranma-kun, have you forgotten everything we taught you?”

“’Course not! That’s why I’m able to stay a guy almost all the time now. That’s the whole point of the technique!”

“But you’re only able to change like that because...”

“Because I know my female side inside and out,” Ranma finished for her. “I know, I know, so what’s the problem?”

“Anything that can be learned can be forgotten, Ranma.”

“What’re ya crazy?!”

“When was the Meiji Restoration, Ranma-kun?”

“The Meiji Restoration?” Ranma looked at her in confusion at the strange and seemingly unconnected question. “I don’t know! Like...before World War One or somethin’, wasn’t it? Anyway, who cares?”

“But you had to have learned it at some point in school.”

“Oh yeah, like in junior high or something but I...”

“Anything that can be learned can be forgotten, Ranma.” Ranma’s mouth opened and closed silently a few times, but he couldn’t think of any response to her point, so Silk continued. “You may not like it, Ranma-kun, but it’s important for you to spend time in your female form, otherwise at some point you won’t be able to switch at will. Unless, that is, you want to have to go through the steps of learning your girl side all over again. After all, not all the parts of being a woman are pleasant like training can be, are they?”

Ranma squirmed at that all-too-true point. When he had first washed up on the Amazons’ hidden island and discovered their village, he had quickly realized he had to stay in his female form 24-7 unless he wanted to have his head put up on a pole on the town gates. Thus, for the first four weeks of his stay, he had remained a red-haired, busty girl and it was at that point he had experienced the ‘woman’s disease’ for the first time. Apparently when he switched to male form it basically reset his female body’s clock so he’d never previously had to feel the...discomfort of being a woman. It had been an extremely unpleasant experience, both for himself and for the entire village as being around a tense, temperamental, scared-for-her-life, and destructive girl-type Ranma when she’s on the rag was something everyone connected with wanted to avoid enduring again for the rest of their lives

When Silk felt her point had been made, she went on, “Now, I’m not saying you have to turn female everyday or for extended periods of time. I would recommend that you do it a couple of times a week, though. And not only for...training purposes. It wouldn’t hurt for you to keep your female combat skills at a high level, too. After all, you never know.”

“All right, all right. I get ya,” Ranma grumbled. “But anyway, what’s my female side got to do with anything?”

Silk blinked, trying to remember how they had gotten on this point in the first place. As it came back to her she smiled and focused her emerald eyes back on Ranma. “Well, what I was trying to point out was that most of our training sessions were with you in your female form,” Ranma nodded, obviously thinking back over his experiences in the Amazon village. “That alone helped diffuse any danger of anyone locking on to you.”

“Yeah, I got it. Since they were experiencing me as a girl, their bodies and ki wouldn’t recognize or respond to me as a male.” Ranma’s brow creased in thought. “But sometimes we did...practice with me as a guy.”

“That’s true,” Silk acknowledged. “But if you think about it, when we did that we were almost always in a group. This diffused your attentions among many girls, lessening your ki’s impact on any one of them. At the same time they were also experience the ki flows of other women, which would again cause their bodies to react in different ways. We felt that would be enough protection during training sessions and it seems to have worked out.” Silk paused in thought. “Although my own daughters seemed particularly...affected by your sudden disappearance.” Her eyes focused suspiciously on Ranma. “I certainly hope you weren’t conducting any extra training sessions with them outside of my supervision. That was strictly prohibited if you remember, Ranma-kun.”

“What’re ya talkin’ about, Silk?” Ranma’s tone of voice and sweat-streaked face didn’t inspire much confidence, but his companion didn’t say anything as he went on. “Besides, there were some one-on-one sessions. Ya know, with me as a guy.”

“Yes, but everyone that did that with you had already passed their trials and were able to handle such training. Although,” Silk added with a smile. “Many of them did seem to miss you. Perhaps your ki was strong enough to affect even them.” Ranma puffed up at that, but was quickly punctured by the redhead’s ruminative comment; “Of course, we might have ourselves to blame for that...”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Well, we’ve been looking at all this from the point of view of women and the effects of the training on women. What did I say about men, before?”

“That guys naturally wanna have sex with a bunch of women,” Ranma responded after a few moments thought, then his blue eyes cleared in understanding.

“Right, and of course that’s exactly what you were doing nearly the whole time you were with us. Months and months of repeated, strong exposure to ki techniques that were in natural conjunction with your basic instincts.” She shrugged as another grin crossed her lips, “I bet you found yourself pretty...excited when you got back here.”

“So that’s it!” Ranma let out an explosive breath. “I thought I had lost my mind or something ‘cause I couldn’t, ya know, keep it down or...whatever. But it was all ‘cause of the trainin’.”

“Well, not all of it, Ranma-kun,” Silk cautioned. “Don’t blame the Art for all of this. We always have a choice. I do have to admit that we are at least partially to blame for this situation, though, so I’ll contact the Council and I’m sure they’ll agree that we should help you out.”

“All right, then. What’re we gonna do?”

That simple question resulted in a minute of silence while the curvaceous Amazon thought things over. Finally she spoke up, “As I see it you basically have four choices, each of which had its positive and negative points. One would be to simply tell them.”

“Tell them!?!!”

“Yes, tell them,” Silk nodded seriously. “The positive side of this would be that it would allow the girls themselves to choose their future. If they wanted to remain with you, you could continue your...training with them. If not, then we could do our best to reverse the effects of what they’ve already experienced, although I can’t promise success in that. It’ll depend on what we can find in the book along with their bodies’ responses to what you’ve already done to them. On the negative side...”

“It could result in a bunch of marriage invitations being sent out,” Ranma continued glumly. “And-or bloody attempts on my life.”

“Exactly. A second option would be to try and remove the effects on all of them without telling them. The good point of this of course is that it would fix any damage you’ve caused. The bad point is that as I’ve already mentioned we don’t know if it’s even possible yet. Plus, even if it is it isn’t...easy. Or pleasant.”

“The third choice would be to further the training, intentionally trying to heighten the effects you’ve already been creating by mistake.” Seeing Ranma’s surprised look she hurried to explain. “If you get them hooked on you enough, they won’t care about the others or really anything else as long as you’re with them and happy. That of course is also the negative point since you’re basically eliminating their freewill, at least to some degree.” Ranma grunted, obviously unhappy with that idea, so Silk moved on to the last.

“Finally, you could do nothing. Simply continue as you have been doing. This choice allows you to put off making any decisions, but of course it will also deepen your hold on the girls.” Silk sighed in regret. “Maybe something else will come up in the book that I’ve forgotten, but I doubt it. As best as I can make out, those are the four options available to you.”

Ranma groaned in agony. Physical pain and torture he could put up with; after all that was what he had experienced from his earliest memories training with his father. The one thing he was least suited to was doing exactly this; making a decision that was going to affect the lives of women he cared about and wanted to protect from all harm. No matter what he did someone was going to be hurt. More than one most probably. The teenager looked in desperation to the older woman across from him. “Silk, what do you think I should do?”

Silk opened her mouth to reply, then closed it without saying anything. After a brief pause she said, “Ranma-kun, you know the laws and customs of my people are quite different from those of Japan and Japanese society. The choice that would be considered appropriate for us isn’t necessarily the one that’s suitable for you. I’m sorry, but this is a decision you need to make on your own.”

“Do I have to choose now?” The agonized teen asked.

“No, not now. But the sooner the better.”

“All right, I just need some time. Gotta get away. Do some thinkin’.” The two sat together silently on the roof of Furinkan High School for several minutes before Ranma suddenly picked his head up and shook off his preoccupation. “Brrr! It’s gettin’ cold, ain’t it? Let’s head back to the dojo and I’ll give you back the book.” Ranma hopped to his feet and began stretching to get the chill out of his muscles.

As he did so Silk looked at him speculatively. The girls won’t mind if I get a little taste first, she thought to herself, a catty smile starting to take shape on her lips. Especially since they’re not here. “Oh, Ranma-kun?” She purred.

“Yeah?” Ranma abruptly ceased his stretching when he saw the look she was giving him. It was one he was all too familiar with. “Now, Silk...We really should be getting back, ya know.”

“Oh, come on, Ranma-kun,” Silk moved in close to the teenager, one of her hands lazily caressed his chest as she leaned forward to breathe softly into his ear. While he shivered in reaction to that she whispered, “Didn’t you miss me? Even a little?”

“’Course, I did,” Ranma admitted, his blood beginning to pound in reaction to the curvaceous Amazon standing so temptingly close to him. “But, really. This ain’t the-Mmmpphh!” Silk silenced anything more the martial artist was going to say by locking lips with him, wrapping her arms around him and practically absorbing him into her voluptuous frame. She swiftly let one of her hands drop down to caress his muscular backside while the other went to the back of his head, holding him so she could kiss him thoroughly.

She smiled in the midst of that kiss as she felt a pressure down below from his body’s quick response to her moves. It was a smile that turned into a shiver of anticipation when Ranma’s hands began to drift over her incredible body and he began showing her what he had been practicing with the younger girls in his life. Mmmmmm!! She moaned in her mind as his hands began intimately nudging her ki as he lovingly fondled the taut cheeks of her ass through the tight fabric of the clothes she was wearing. Ranma-kun really has been practicing!!! Silk, however, was no neophyte to those very same techniques so Ranma soon felt his own passion rising to higher and higher levels as the older woman expertly manipulated his body.

The two stood in the middle of the Furinkan High School roof, lasciviously groping and kissing one another for several minutes before the Amazon broke their lip contact. A long line of spittle connected them for a moment before it broke and Silk commented, “You naughty boy, Ranma-kun! Having sex on the roof of your very own high school! I bet none of those other little girls would do this.”

“Well, actually...” Ranma thought back to his erotic encounter with Ukyou in her near-illegal schoolgirl uniform.

The redhead frowned at her younger lover’s comment, not wanting any teenager to outdo her. But it only creased her brow for a moment before she pulled Ranma in tight to kiss him once again. Simultaneously, she moved one of her hands down into his pants, forcing a hiss of pleasure from his lips as she began to fist his cock, hitting all the right pressure points at the same time. It was a noise that Silk soon echoed, however, as Ranma’s talented hands focused on her prodigious breasts caressing and tweaking their flesh until her large nipple stood out extremely prominently even through her shirt.

Before her lover could continue manipulating her ki flows, the Amazon dropped to her knees, tearing down Ranma’s pants in the same move so his large erection popped into the night view. “Aaaaauuuuhhhhnn!!” Ranma groaned in pleasure when Silk inhaled his dick, quickly moving to take his entire length into her mouth and throat after a few bobbing thrusts forward with her head. The older woman quickly moved to redouble her advantage, her hands going to caress his testicles and rear as she vigorously used her lips, mouth and throat to pleasure the teenager standing before her.

Now aware of what she was doing to him and what she and her compatriots had done to him earlier in his stay at the island because of his studies, Ranma attempted to fight back, as it were. His hands swiftly undid the tight bun her hair was held in, allowing it to spill free. This created a more sensual sight for him as he stared down at the beautiful woman who was sucking his cock so enthusiastically, but it also let him get better contact with certain pressure points in her skull. In fact, these were the same areas he had been manipulating with Kasumi since their first encounter, which might explain some of her extreme keenness for fellatio. Silk was better equipped to deal with his attempts to influence her feelings, so Ranma quickly felt his mind drifting deeper and deeper into a lustful state as the redhead sucked, licked and intimately caressed him. Saliva from her enthusiastic work was soon dripping everywhere and the obscene sounds of her busy mouth seemed to be echoing loudly to the pleasure-filled teen who was the recipient of her efforts.

Abruptly Silk ceased her mouth’s attention to his penis, forcing a groan of disappointment from Ranma. Instead she continued to caress him with her spit-soaked hands and asked, “Well, Ranma? Can any of those other girls blow you like that?”

“Well, Kasumi and Ukyou are pretty good,” Ranma choked out his voice a bit hoarse with desire. “Not as good as you,” he was forced to admit. “But pretty good.”

Silk had to chuckle at the other martial artist’s refusal to give in and then leaned forward to mock bite at the head of the large cock she was holding. “I’m going to get you to admit I’m the best, Ranma,” She vowed with a smile. “Now what might you have missed from our earlier practice sessions? How about a nice tit-fuck?”

Her hands began to pull up the bottom edge of her midnight black shirt, but stopped in a pout of frustration as Ranma said, “Well, actually...”

“Hhmmph! I bet that was Kasumi, too,” Silk observed. “Although I guess Shampoo might have the correct...attributes for it too.” She paused for a moment of thought, one finger absently batting at his bobbing dick. Then a somewhat evil smile appeared on her plump lips. “Ah! I’ve got it!” Spinning on her knees, the curvaceous Amazon presented Ranma with a mouth-watering view of her perfect, round ass; a view that only got better as she slowly peeled down her tight, black leggings, revealing that she wasn’t a strong believer in underwear. Ranma, breathing hard with lust, immediately focused his gaze on her prominent mound, her vaginal lips already swollen and oozing her juices in a sign of her own arousal.

The black-haired teenager began to step forward, eager to plunge into that wondrous treasure, but was quickly brought short by Silk’s husky voice. “Not there, Ranma-Kun. Here.” Her hands reached behind her to pull apart her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered anus to her lover. “I bet none of those girls you’ve been fooling around with would let you ass-fuck them, would they?” Ranma shook his head. He’d gotten close with Nabiki a couple of times, sending her into a number of orgasm by fingering her butt. He’d never dared suggesting that he actually take her up her rear, though. “Fuck me up my butt, Ranma,” Silk moaned lasciviously. “Drill me hard.”

Ranma could feel his cock twitch, almost ready to explode simply from what this gorgeous woman was asking, no demanding he do to her in a wanton voice. He stumbled forward and Silk closed her eyes in anticipation of feeling his dick spear deep in her body, but her green eyes soon popped open again when instead of his penis she experienced the moist, flexible flesh of his tongue pleasuring her. “Ranma-kun? What’re you...? Oh! OOOOAAAHHH!!!!” The Amazon’s eyes began dilating in response to the teenager’s eager and skilled rim job. One thing that Ranma had extensive practice in, both in male and female forms, was using his tongue to bring pleasure to his partner. It was also one of the things he had used the most since he had returned to Japan, so Silk soon found herself trembling through a number of climaxes as she got the full brunt of those skills.

“UUuuuaaahhhnnnn!!!” The Amazon’s hands left her lovely rear as her body suddenly felt weak from her lover’s efforts. She collapsed forward, barely able to bring her arms forward quickly enough so that she fell on her elbows and forearms rather than on her face. There she hunched, her vibrant red hair veiling her face and drooling mouth while her cunt spurted its juices onto the roof as well as Ranma’s face and chest as he continued to thoroughly tongue her. She shook her head, wanting to urge Ranma to stop using his mouth and simply give her a nice hard fuck, but now that he had her at his mercy, the teenager wasn’t giving her a moment’s respite. All she was able to do was whimper with joy and cum. Repeatedly.

Eventually, however, Ranma ceased his oral assault, wiping his mouth and body as free from her juices as he could. At the same time he lightly caressed the wonderful flesh of her butt and kept his cock at its rock-hard state, a task that was not in any way difficult. After several minutes Silk managed to recover her breath and composure enough to turn her head and look back through a tangle of red locks at her tormenter. “You bastard,” she coughed out huskily, a tinge of amusement clear in her voice. “No wonder you’ve got so many female problems. They’re probably following you around like little, lost puppy dogs if you can do that to them!”

“Not that I’ve noticed,” Ranma observed with a chuckle. “You ready?”

“More than ready!”

“All right then...AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! KAMI!!! That’s good, Silk!!!” The redheaded Amazon merely grunted as her mind whirled at the feelings racing through her body as Ranma slowly began penetrating her rear. Her tight anus resisted the fat head of his dick for a few moments, but given its rigidity, the slow, steady strength of his push forward, as well as the moistness of her own saliva on his cock and his on her butt, he was soon able to begin pushing into her. Each inch of his advance caused further sensations in the two martial artists’ bodies; feelings that they more than welcomed.

“UUuuuaaahhhhhh!!” Ranma moaned in satisfaction as after several minutes of careful movement he was able to finally bottom out in his voluptuous lover’s body. There he paused to just revel in the feeling, his hands subconsciously caressing the flawless skin of her butt as his dick occasionally twitched in her tight confines.

Silk, however, would have nothing of this slow, careful loving. “What’re you waiting for, Ranma-kun? Christmas?! Fuck me, damn it!!!”

Ranma didn’t verbally reply to this command, but his body responded swiftly enough. Taking a tight grip of the flesh of her bottom with both hands he slowly drew himself backward for about a quarter of his length, then thrust back into her. Then he repeated the procedure. With each of his retreats he’d withdraw further before jamming his dick back into Silk’s ass.

Both participants in this ass-fuck had their eyes closed at the incredible sensations running through them. Ranma’s hands were, of course, free to influence his lover’s ki flows, but his attention was so focused on his cock that he was only peripherally aware of the sensual feel of her smooth skin sliding around under his palms. For Silk’s case, she was so caught up in the increasingly strong plundering of her butt that she was completely oblivious to any other concerns. Their well-trained bodies, particularly Silk’s, on the other hand, were responding at more instinctual levels. Male and female ki crashed against, flowed around and combined with one another just as their human originators did.

If there had been anyone around to observe they would have noticed a slight glow begin to envelope the two vigorously rutting martial artists on the top of Furinkan High School. It was a slight glow that redoubled as Ranma’s hands slid up under Silk’s shirt to fondle her massive dangling breasts; massaging, squeezing and tweaking their incredible fullness. Then the light doubled and doubled again as the sex increased in intensity. Ranma pounded into Silk’s bottom, grunting with each thrust while she moaned her pleasure for anyone within earshot to hear.

Then a short shower of sparks seemed to cascade off of them as Silk came, her anus pinching hard at Ranma’s cock while her cum spurted onto his thighs. The teenager paused not a whit in his thrusts into the redhead, however, the ki which was so strong about them that it was visible seeming to increase his strength and vitality. Further cascades of ki-sparks accompanied each of Silk’s subsequent orgasms, and each time the effect was to strengthen the torrent of ki forces surrounding them along with both people’s efforts at wringing further pleasure from the encounter. The glow increased in brightness, the martial artists’ hoarse cries gained in volume and intensity, the number and luminosity of the sparks redoubled until Ranma finally exploded in his own climax.

While Ranma’s cum spurted deep into Silk’s bowels and they both screamed, a solid column of ki fire launched itself into the skies above Nerima, causing a number of UFO sightings to be reported on in the next day’s newspaper. The two humans who were the true cause of the phenomenon, however, lay collapsed on the roof of Furinkan High School, their sweaty, tired bodies still coupled together with Ranma hugging Silk tightly from behind.

“Now don’t tell me you ever had anything like that with those other girls!” Silk eventually managed to choke out between gasping breaths. “If you do, I’ll kick your ass all the way back to China!”

Ranma laughed, holding the older woman even closer, his hands still under her shirt and keeping a tight hold on her marvelous breasts. “No, nothing like that. You win, Silk!”

“I think we both win, Ranma-kun,” Silk purred. “Are you ready for a second round?”

“A second round?!” Ranma twitched in surprise. “Uuuhhnn!!” He moaned as he Silk began using her highly-trained muscles to massage his cock, which was still stuck deep inside her.

“Of course, Ranma-kun,” The redhead moaned. “We’ve still got plenty of time before we’ve got to get back!” Ranma could only groan in reply, kissing the back of the older woman’s neck as he began to roll his hips forward against her soft butt cheeks. “That’s it! Show me what you’ve got!”

On a side note, there were a number of reports of UFO sightings throughout the greater Tokyo metropolitan area that particular November night. Not just the one.