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ROCK 'N ROLL 1/2

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Ranma and friends are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and are used here without approval, but it's a fan-fic so why are you surprised? Standard pleas to her lawyers not to sue, etc. Nevada Ticket, and all characters associated with them, are copyright Unko press,(and me), 1999, and may not be used without asking real nice. Thanks.

Author's Note: Phrases in [example] brackets are thoughts, not spoken aloud. Words surrounded by asterisks *example* are emphasized. In all places, I have spelled the character's names as they appear in the Viz Manga series. I know this might annoy some, but I find it a lot easier for my gaijin barbarian brain. Go figure.

CULTURAL NOTE: White Day is a uniquely Japanese holiday celebrated one month to the day after Valentines Day. On Valentines Day in Japan, girls give their sweeties cards, gifts, chocolates (and nookie if they've been good.) On White Day, the boys return the favor. I have been informed that the reason it's called White Day is because on Valentines Day girls traditionally give DARK chocolate, whereas on White Day boys generally send WHITE chocolate. Hence the name. Who said that smut couldn't be educational?

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INTRODUCTION: "Band on the Run"

One sunny March morning in Jusenkyo....

The guide left the cozy confines of his hut to take his morning tour of the grounds, finishing off with his traditional morning smoke near the Cursed Springs. As he puffed away, he rubbed his hands together to keep them warm.
"It too-too cold this morning! Good thing not many peoples come to Jusenkyo this time of year..."
As if to mock his words, the sound of an approaching diesel engine echoed off the surrounding hills.
A large diesel engine.
Doing 90 mph.
On an unpaved road.
In first gear.
With a blare of sound, a large charter bus flew around the last curve of the Jusenkyo road, skidding to a screeching halt mere inches in front of the startled guide. The doors opened with a pneumatic hiss, and three persons disembarked. The first off the bus was a lithe-looking young man with shoulder length wavy brown hair and an ease of movement that suggested a gymnast or martial artist. The second, a taller man, had long black hair tied back into a ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee and wraparound shades hiding his eyes. The last easily dwarfed his two companions, standing at least seven feet tall with the frame of a world-class bodybuilder. He wore a Rising-Sun bandanna tied over his shaven head. All three were clearly stoned.
Quickly regaining his composure, the guide gave his stock answer:
"Welcome, sirs. How may I help you?"
 "Uh, yeah, " The brown-haired man answered, "We're the band, Nevada Ticket?"
The guide's eyes showed no recognition.
"We're here to play the school dance? Ring any bells?" The guide's face remained impassive.
"Very sorry, sirs. There is no school here. This is legendary-"
"Hold up a sec there, comrade."  He turned his head back towards the bus.
"Dammit, Hibiki! You've gotten us lost again! Whose damn idea was it to hire you as our driver, anyway?!"
A yellow-bandanna'd head popped out of the side window.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not your driver! You just shanghaied me at the bus station! I don't even have a driver's license....anyway, this should be Tokyo, I followed the map..."
"Tokyo?" interjected the guide. "Oh, no, sirs. This is China. Heart of so-so scenic Bayankala Range at foot of Mount Quanjing! You in Jusenkyo, Legendary Training Ground of Accursed Springs. Perhaps you like take tour?."
"CHINA?!!" the band yelled in unison.
"Whoops...I thought this place looked familiar..." finished Ryoga.
"That's it, Hibiki! You're fired!" bellowed the brown hairdo man.
"I keep telling you, you never hired me! Does this mean I can go?"
"Get gone, fool!"
"Good!"
Ryoga slung his pack and parasol over his shoulder, spun on his heel, and headed off into the hills, leaving the fuming band and nonplused guide in his wake. The trio of musicians stood around looking p.o.'d for a moment, and then the brown-haired one spoke up.
"So, uh, listen comrade...you wouldn't happen to have a map to the nearest airport, wouldja? We can pay..." The guide took a moment to think, puffed on his pipe, then answered.
"Yes, sirs. There too-too good map in hut. I go get it, sirs; you wait here please."
"Sure. Terrific." the guide toddled up the hill into the hut, leaving the band at the bus' doors. The long black-haired one went back inside, leaving the other two momentarily alone.
"Shit. Just fuckin' fine and dandy, Feretto." Expounded the big one. "Now we're gonna have to take turns drivin'."
"Settle down, Yoshiro. I'll get Akihiro to do it."
"Akihiro's too fuckin' stoned. He'll get us even more lost."
Feretto thought a minute, then: "Naw, I got an idea. We'll just take a swim."
"Are you kiddin' me? It's the second week of March! We'll freeze our nuts off!"
"Exactly. It'll sober us right up!"
"Aw, but Feretto, the shrinkage..."
"Dork. Alright, here comes Akihiro..."
Akihiro descended the steps, carrying two fat joints, a third dangling lit from his grinning mouth.
"Gottem Blunts!" The three set to a serious smoke session.
"Hey, Akihiro...it's your turn to drive, man."
"Tasty," responded the bespectacled musician, holding in a prodigious lungful of smoke.
"But we're gonna have to go swimmin' first, man. Straighten out."
"Kewl."
The three stripped down to their skivvies, then, giggling and shivering, ran towards the springs.
Just then, the guide emerged from his hut, clutching a map in hand.
"Here, sirs, I have too-too good map to airport and...oh, sirs! Do not do that! Those are Legendary Cursed Springs-"
SPLASH! SPLASH!SPLASH!

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Chapter One:  "Hot for Teacher"

One week later, at Furinkan High School, Nerima, Tokyo.
2:45 p.m. , Study Hall...(Whew! Wotta mouthful!)

Akane Tendo sat, absorbed in her new copy of "Fashion Egg" magazine. This month's issue detailed not only makeup tips [too girly,] the newest hair streaking style [too tacky] and the latest line of platform sandals for the style-conscious young lady [god, how could you kick someone in the head in those things? Tsk.]; it also gave the rundown on the hottest new pop and rock bands. Sigh. Akane preferred girl-groups, but some of these guy bands were pretty cute...especially the lead singer of that new band, Nevada Ticket, that gorgeous hunk of manhood called Feretto Yamanaka. She'd borrowed their CD from Nabiki last week, and had driven the rest of the household crazy playing their hit single, "Samurai Girl", over and over again. It was like it was written just for her...sighhhh! Ferreto seemed so very romantic and understanding...not like that dolt Ranma. She knew that Ferreto would never call her "Uncute." He'd understand that a strong, assertive woman could be attractive...and the guitarist, Akihiro Matsusaka,  Ooooh... Watching his fingers on the fretboard in the video for "Samurai Girl", she just knew that he had such a gentle touch. She wondered what it might be like to be held by someone so skilled with his hands...No! She mustn't think that way, she isn't some kind of pervert... The bass guitar player Yoshiro Daiki, whew! There was just...so much of him... she wondered if he was big all over...Eeep! This was way too much, she was getting too hot...
[Snap out of it, Akane!] She thought furiously. [There's enough perverts living at the Tendo Dojo right now, thank  you very much; what with Ranma and Happosai under the same roof... Of course, that's not very fair to Ranma, is it? He's not anywhere near as bad as Happosai, not by a long shot. If only he'd just be nice for a change...instead of teasing me and making fun.  I wonder, does he really feel anything for me? Is his meanness just a way of hiding from the feelings he doesn't want to admit? I know that's what I do,] she thought. [Everytime he tries to be sweet, I get all freaked-out and push him away, when what I really want to do is grab him, and hold him oh-so-close...]
[This train of thought is going in circles,] thought Akane. [I'm getting nowhere except back to these frustrating urges... I don't know whether I want to kill Ranma or kiss him most of the time. Now Ferreto...him I can fantasize safely about. After all, there's no way I'd ever meet him in real life...Think about what it might be like to kiss him...not resisting as his hands caress my back, my sides, my breasts...]
[Oh damn!] She thought. [I've wet my panties...]
She felt her hands sliding under the desk, like they were out of her control,  gently rubbing her thighs, moving slowly up her skirt. [If I'm careful, no one will know what I'm doing...I just can't wait 'till I get home...]
Carefully, using all her martial arts skill to betray no visible movement (in case anyone glanced over,) she slid her right index finger under the elastic at the crotch of her damp panties.
[If anyone knew what I was doing, they'd call *me* a pervert...] Somehow, the thought excited her even more. She gently slid her finger up her swollen outer lips to the throbbing bud of her clitoris. An almost-imperceptible shudder ran through her body as she touched it before running her finger back down her lips to gently plunge up the the first knuckle in her moist softness.
She called up an image in her mind of the gorgeous Feretto... she imagined it was his finger gently probing her, sending thrills of pleasure through her body. "Akane-chan, I love you," he said, in a strangely familiar voice... His other hand slid up inside her top, gently cupping her right breast through her bra. She gasped as he began to stroke her nipple and aureola with his thumb through the lacy garment. In her dream, she threw back her head and moaned deeply, closing her eyes against the onslaught of sensation.     
"I love you, Akane... you're so beautiful... you drive me wild!" Once again, Feretto's voice seemed too familiar; she'd never heard his speaking voice, only his raw, passionate singing voice. Why did it seem so familiar? Somehow, the voice aroused her even more than his gentle caresses as he breathed hotly in the curve of her neck, gently licking and nipping the taut flesh. His finger became more insistent, the tempo of the thrusts increasing as he moved his other hand from her breasts to run his fingers through her hair. He kissed her a gain, a soul-searing deep kiss that made he toes curl and the muscles in her sex clench around his digit.
Opening her eyes, she saw her lover's face, and suddenly knew why his sexy voice had seemed so familiar... instead of looking into Feretto's soulful baby blues, she was staring into Ranma's knowing brown eyes!  [Aaigh! He's even ruining my fantasies now!], she thought, but, actually, it was turning her on even more to see her unwanted [Unwanted? Maybe sometimes, but not now...] fiancee smile warmly at her and move his lips down from her neck to her collarbones, then the warm, soft flesh of her breasts...then lower, lower, until he was kneeling between her thighs...spreading her lips apart with his tongue, gently lapping at her juices as his finger continued working away within her. The glowing pleasure spiraled up from her abdomen, rising, rising into her head until she thought her skull was going to explode.... and then, without warning, his hand and mouth were withdrawn. She almost mewled in frustration until she felt the head of his member being rubbed up and down between her outer lips, gathering lubrication. then with a slow, gentle push, he was inside. [Oh, it felt so good!] Her hips began pulsing in time with his thrusts; she clawed his back, demanded it harder, faster, deeper, taking the initiative in her fantasy she could never take in real life. She flipped him over on his back, rode him fiercely, faster and faster, until he was thrusting back with all the speed of his chestnut fist, and it was all that she could do to hang on for dear life...[Stop! Don't! Don't! Stop! Don't Stop! Oh god, Oh god, Ohmygod!  Ranma! Ranma! Ranma! Oh! Oh!! OH!!! Ran-maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]
She gasped softly as she came, stifling the screams she ached to release. Quickly withdrawing her hand from her skirt she tucked the soaked digits under her left arm as she swept her other hand through her slightly sweaty bangs, brushing them back behind her ears. Glancing around, it seemed that no one had noticed her furtive masturbatory activities. [Thank heavens she-]
"Hey, Akane!" came a voice from behind her.
"Eeep! Ukyo! What?! What do you want?!" Akane answered, panicky, her mind racing at warp speed. [Oh no! Had Ukyo seen? What if she did? Will she tell anyone? I am so doomed...]
But it looked like Ukyo hadn't seen, or at least hadn't figured out what she had been doing. [*Whew*...]
"Geez, Akane, why are *you* so wound up? I just wanted to ask if you're going to the White Day dance this Friday...So are you?"
"Uh, oh! I guess so..."
"You guess so? Didn't Ranma-honey ask you yet?" (The wheels were visibly turning in Ukyo's head.) "And after you worked so hard to make him that dinner on Valentine's Day...maybe he'd be a little more eager to ask you to the dance  if your *special dinner* hadn't laid him up with stomach cramps for two days straight, hmm, sugar?" A catty smirk was plastered across Ukyo's face.
Akane massaged her temples with her fingertips. [Remain calm...Ukyo's only trying to get to you...] Having drawn blood, Ukyo went in for the kill...
"He-ey...Maybe Ranma-honey's gonna ask me! Oooh! All that free Okonomiyaki's finally paying off!  That boy sure loves to eat, doesn't he?"
[In my dreams, anyway], thought Akane, with a pleasant little flashback to her  fantasy. [Easy girl,  don't let her get to you.....]
"Especially when it's good food...." finished Ukyo, fingering her weapon of choice, the giant spatula strapped to her back, obviously provoking her..
[That's it.] Akane thought. [I'm gonna punt her into the stratosphere, spatula or no spatula, the little hussy!]
"Listen, you! I couldn't care less who that jerk Ranma asks to the dance!" Yeah, right, Akane. You're not fooling anyone...
"Su-ure, Akane...Maybe I'll just go ask him then, hmm?"
"Fine! Like I even care what that stupid jerk does!" [Keep saying it, girl, you might even begin to believe it...]
"Of course, sugar. And even *if* Ranma-honey asked you, you wouldn't go because you wouldn't be interested in seeing *Nevada Ticket* playing the dance. It's not as if you *get off* on that sort of thing..." she finished with a raised eyebrow.
[You incredible bitch, you were watching...*Waitaminute!* Did she just say-]
"Nevada Ticket? Playing at the dance? How...who...why haven't I heard about this?!"
"Tsk. If you ever got to class on time, you'd hear the announcements. The Big Kahuna  arranged the whole thing.  Apparently his daughter's a huge fan, so..."
[Oh...my...god!] Thought Akane. [There is no way I'm missing that...Ranma'd better ask me, or...or... I'll finally have to kill him. That's all there is to it.]
At that moment, blissfully unaware of his potential impending doom, Ranma was sitting quietly at his desk at the rear of the class, doodling in his notebook. He was trying to map out a kata he'd seen Happosai use while trashing Mr.. Tendo and the Old Man last night, but he was getting nowhere.[That old creep is just way too good. I'll never beat him at this rate...the problem is, he just makes me too mad to think straight;  always swipin' Akane's panties and grabbin'  my chest while I'm in girl-form... I've gotta come up with a plan...] So absorbed was he in his studies, he didn't notice the growing hostilities between Akane and Ukyo. Until, that is, a flying giant spatula crashed through his desk, blowing it to flinders.
"Hey! What'd'you do that for?! Dammit, I was working on something...huh?!"
The girls were glaring daggers at each other across the classroom, each in a fighting stance. Neither spared him a glance as they circled one another, taking one another's measure.
"Sorry about your desk, Ranma-honey," Ukyo said out of the side of her mouth, "but Akane here doesn't believe that you'll be taking me to the White Day dance on Friday, so I'll have to pound some sense into her..."
"Shut-UP! I couldn't care less about that stupid Ranma, or any old dance. I'm just sick and tired of you bugging me!"
Ranma, out of the loop as usual, was completely lost.
"What dance? White Day? Is it White Day already?"
With an audible creaking noise, the girls turned their heads slowly towards Ranma.
"YOU....FORGOT....???!!!" Both girls answered as one.
"Uh....I guess..." Ranma sweated.
KA-POW! The two women struck as one, sending Ranma flying through the wall and high into the air with the force of a combined Akane-uppercut and a Spatula of fury.
"What'd ...I...Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo????????"

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Ranma finally landed with a splash in the Furinkan High swimming pool. Cold cold cold cold!!!!! As his body transformed, he thought: {Great! Now I hafta stay outta sight or I'll have that jerk Kuno glommin' all over me...Stupid Akane! She knows I've had a lot on my mind lately! A martial artist in training can't be expected to remember dumb things like White Day, anyhow!  And Ucchan's not much better! Geez! You'd think that I of all people would have a better handle on what women want!]
She climbed out of the pool with difficulty, the soaked heavy cotton of the Kung Fu suit hanging off her small form dragging her down. She stifled a sneeze. [Terrific. All I need now is to catch cold...gotta get to the showers, quick!]
 Setting off for the locker rooms across the quad, she noticed a tiny figure in black toting a fully-packed gunnysack skulking around the wall of the girls' locker room. [Aha!] Ranma thought. [Either Christmas came late this year and Santa's suddenly developed an underwear-sniffing fetish, or I've found a way to blow off some steam! Yep, nothin' like goin' a few rounds with the old lecher to cheer me up!]  Moving stealthily, she snuck up behind Happosai until she was no more than a foot away. Engrossed in his peeping, the little pervert didn't seem to have noticed her. [Heh Heh Heh. Perfect....]
With a loud Gotcha! Ranma tackled the old lech, tucking into a rolling flip that brought her to a standing stop at the corner of the outbuilding.
"Gotcha now, you wrinkly freak!"
"Ranma m'boy! How nice of you to come and play with your old master! Oh Ho! And so perky, too!" Looking down, Ranma noticed that instead of being caught, Happosai had nestled himself between her breasts!
"Get...Off!!!" She grabbed at him, but even her Chestnut Fist wasn't fast enough to catch the little pervo today! He was all over her, pinching here, fondling there, squeezing and pinching. [Geez, the old lech's fulla beans today! Wonder what got him so charged up?
I can't even keep up with him !]  "OW!" "HEY!" "LEGGO, YOU PERVERT!"
Out of nowhere, "kweeing" like no tomorrow, came P-chan to the rescue! Like a small piggy cannonball, he headbutted Happi and sent him flying, underwear satchel in tow.
"Woo-hoo-hoo! 'Bye for now, Ranma m'boy! We'll play again lateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!"
"Whoosht! Never thought I'd be glad to see you, Ryoga, but somethin' had the freak all charged up!" said Ranma as she slid down the wall. P-chan's only response was a small snort and a flick of the head, seeming to signify "If I'd known it was you the lech was groping, i'd've let him have you!"  It was then Ranma noticed the package tied to Ryoga's waist- a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
"Hey, hey. Mr.. P! Whatcha got there?" Ranma snatched up the pig and his burden as Ryoga squirmed and squealed impotently. "A box of candy? And a letter! Oooh, and they're addressed to Akane! Looks like somebody remembered White Day!" P-chan wriggled harder, managing to sink his teeth into Ranma's forearm.
"Ouch!" A good clobber to the pig's head settled him right down. Ranma tucked the stunned piglet under her feet, and continued on, opening the letter.
"Lessee, 'Dearest Akane....' Oooh, good start, pig-boy! 'this is my declaration of eternal love...' Gettin' better..." Ranma read on silently for a moment, sighed, and dropped the note. [Geez, maybe Akane *should* be datin' bacon-boy. He's got a knack for this kinda mushy stuff. Every time I try to do somethin' nice for Akane, it turns into a screaming match.]
"Ryoga, I'm sorry, I just don't have it in me to mess with you today, OK?" P-chan looked up, incredulous. "As a matter of fact, maybe you could help me out..."
P-chan shook his head vigorously.
"Aw, c'mon, Ryoga! All I want you to do is gimme a hand writin' a nice mushy White Day note...you're good at mushy..."
P-chan ignored her. If Ranma didn't know better, she'd swear that pig was smirking...
"Ok, that's it! C'mere, you..." Tucking the pig under her arm, Ranma leapt back across the quad towards the balcony of the Teacher's Lounge. A quick peek showed no teachers inside, so Ranma clambered in the window and darted over to the door, locking it.
"Alright, Ryoga, time to squeal..."  She grabbed a teakettle, upended it over P-chan's head. SPLOOSH!
"Aigh! Hot hot hot! Geez, Ranma!" Ryoga sat down, hands covering his privates.
"Well, I got tired'a tryin' to reason with an entree...So c'mon, Ryoga! Help me out!"
"Not likely, Ranma! Why should I help you do something nice for Akane?
"'Cause we're pals, man!"
"Pals?! Don't make me laugh!"
"Aw, c'mon! 'Course we're pals! We've known each other since we were little kids! Just because we're rivals, doesn't mean we can't be friends, too..."
Ryoga looked skeptical. "Even if that were true, why should I help you make time with Akane? I love her! You've got lots of girls, Ranma!"
"Pssht! It's not like I *try* to get these girls to fall in love with me, Ryoga! It just...kinda happens, that's all. But Akane's my *fiancee*, man. It'll look bad if I don't get her nothin'."
"Is that all you care about? How things'll *look*?!"
"It's not like that, Ryoga!"
"Forget it! Give something to one of your other fiancees!"
"Ryoga, don't make me hurt you. Write the damn note!"
"No!"
"Why you...." Ranma wound up to deck him...
Just then, the sound of the doorknob turning stopped them both cold. [Oh, man! Good thing I locked it...] thought Ranma, as Ryoga scrambled around the room, looking desperately for clothes. Failing, he tried the taps of the sink, but no cold water came out! [Of all the times for someone to flush the toilet!]
"Chill out, Ryoga! I locked it!"
"Suppose they have a *key*, huh? Didja ever think of that?!!"
Sure enough, they both heard, with crystal clarity, the sound of a key being inserted in the lock...
"Out the window! Quick!"  Ranma climbed up onto the window frame, Ryoga right behind her.
"Out of the way Ranma!"
"Hey! Quit shovin'!"
"AAaargh! Let me through!" Ryoga desperately tried to climb over Ranma and out the window, but his feet became hopelessly entangled her wet clothes. With an audible R-RIP!, Ranma's pants tore off, boxers and all!
"Geez, Ryoga, don't be so rough! Alright, you can go first..."
The door swung open.  Frozen in place, Ryoga and Ranma turned their heads around, eyes wide. Caught!!
Standing in the doorway, key in hand and a stunned expression on her face, was Miss Hinako, the homeroom teacher!
"Oh, my god! Perverts! Delinquents! Hentai in the Teacher's Lounge!"
Ranma and Ryoga looked at each other, looked down, realized *exactly* what it looked like they were doing.
"N-no! Wait! We weren't..."
"*Happo Fifty-Yen Satsu*!!!" As she activated her final attack move, Ryoga and Ranma felt her leech away their battle auras, making them weaker, weaker....
[Stay calm, Saotome...she can't drain you as fast if you don't put out any battle aura...Looks like Ryoga's doin' the same...I gotta get outta here, and hope she didn't recognize me...if this ever got out, Akane'd destroy me for sure...]
Straining against Miss Hinako's aura drain, Ranma slid forward out the window.  [Feel kinda bad about leavin' Ryoga up there, but...what can ya do? I just hope I'm not too weak to land without breaking a leg!!] Against all odds, she managed to pull out of he nose-dive towards the pavement and land in a crouch. Standing, she pulled her top down over her hips. [Barely long enough...maybe I should go back up there and help Ryoga....]
"Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?! It is the East, and the Pig-Tailed Girl is the sun!"
[Oh, crap...]

Meanwhile, in the Teacher's Lounge, a naked Ryoga was at the mercy of Miss Hinako's Happo Fifty-yen Satsu.
[Uuugh! Getting...weaker! Damn you, Ranma....leaving me here to fight her alone...]
Ryoga's eyes bugged as he watched the stolen battle-aura transform Miss Hinako's girlish form into the lushly-curved form of a sexy, adult woman.
[Too weak... can barely...stand up....]
"Hah! That'll teach you to engage in acts of perversion in my school...Hey! I know you, don't I? You're Ryoga Hibiki!"
[Oh, no.......]
"You don't even attend Furinkan High! You're trespassing on school grounds! You really are a delinquent! I'll have to punish you harder!" She stalked forward, her long legs carrying her easily over to Ryoga's weakened form. He couldn't help but notice the way she sort of...jiggled...pleasantly all over as she walked. Standing over him, she glanced down at his naked body.
"Don't you point that thing at me, hentai!" She yelled.
Ryoga looked down. [Oh, no! Just close your eyes and think of Basuboro! Batter up...here's the pitch...high fly ball to deep center field...]
It wasn't doing much good. Miss Hinako's incredibly short dress was barely covering the full swell of her hips...from this angle, he could see right up....
[Shampoo's great-grandmother naked on a cold day! Shampoo's great-grandmother naked on a cold day! Shampoo's great-grandmother naked on a cold day!]
   "N-no! I'm sorry! I can't help it!" Barely capable of movement, he tried to lift his hands and cover himself, to no avail, he was too weak.  He looked up pleadingly, his eyes begging forgiveness, when he suddenly noticed....
Miss Hinako was licking her lips!
[What the hell?]
"Well, delinquent, it seems I haven't drained everything, hmm?" She crouched down to look him in the eyes, (consequently, and quite deliberately, giving him an easy peak up her dress and down her cleavage) giving "Lil' P-chan" a good squeeze.
Ryoga popped a nosebleed and fainted...

Upperclassman Kuno charged across the quad towards Ranma, a box of chocolates in one hand, a dozen roses in the other.
[Beware of Geeks bearing gifts...] She thought. [Maybe if I ignore the situation, it'll go away. It always works for Mr.. Tendo...]
"Oh, my beauteous Pig-Tailed Girl! Let this unworthy soul speak with you a moment!"
"Not, now, Kuno! I'm a little busy here- Whooulp!! Put me down, you twit!"
"Never, my loveliest of lovelies! For rejoice! Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, has chosen you to accompany his august self to the White Day dance this Friday!"
[Oh, gag!]
"Gee, Kuno, I'd love to, but... [Gotta get rid of him, Ryoga could be gettin' killed up there... Think fast, Saotome!] Don't you want to go with Akane? She's a big fan of that stoopid band playin' the dance..." [Uh-oh, doesn't look like it's sinkin' in...better lay it on thicker...]
"An' I heard her mention just the other day that she thought your new gi made you look *really* handsome!"
Kuno dropped her. His head looked like it was about to explode.
"Akane Tendo said that I looked... handsome?" His eyes glazed over. "At last! Her true feelings make themselves known! For is it not said that what is pleasing to the eye is equally pleasing to the heart?"
"Beats me, Kuno. Now, I've gotta go, so..."
"But hold! What of my precious Pig-Tailed One? Can it be that she cares so much for me that she would sacrifice her own happiness to ensure my own? Oh, how noble! Truly, you are unique amongst women..."
[No kiddin'...]
"How can I forsake either of you?!" Kuno rambled on as Ranma slunk stealthily away. "How can I choose between two such paragons of the fairer sex? I cannot! I must have you both!!!  I... Pig-Tailed Girl...? Whither art thou...?"

On the ledge beneath the Teacher's Lounge window, Ranma watched Kuno babble on, spouting cheesy poetry like it was going out of style. [Was it ever in style? Who cares, anyway. Gotta see if there's anything left of Ryoga to bail out!]
She peeked in the window. [What the heck? They're gone!]
 Ranma leapt down from the ledge, careful to stay out of Kuno's sight. [Hunh. Ol' Ryoga must'a gotten away after all... Guess I'll head on home, then...]

When Ryoga came to, he still felt weak as a kitten. [Now where am I?!] Looking around, he saw that he was no longer in the Teacher's Lounge. He was in an empty classroom. The blinds were open, but it had grown dark outside. [How long was I out? I had the strangest dream...]He tried to reach up to rub the corners of his eyes, only to discover that he was bound hand and foot to a long table. [Oh my god, I'm still naked!]
Miss Hinako appeared out of the shadows in the corner of the room, silhouetted against the window, still in her full-figured form. And that's not all she was in. She wore a studded black leather bustier and thigh-high, black high-heeled boots, swinging a riding crop experimentally through the air and listening to the whistling sound the stiff leather made. Noticing he had regained his senses, she walked over, tapping the crop in her palm.
"What's going on? Where am I? What are you doing?
"Punishing you..." She reached down and grabbed his privates, squeezing hard. Painfully hard.
Lil' P-chan got hard, too. Painfully hard.
"No! This is wrong! You're...you're a teacher!"
She squeezed him again, then raked her fingernails hard along his length. Ryoga hissed, whether in pain, or pleasure, he wasn't sure.
"Quiet, delinquent! Did I give you permission to speak?" Ryoga frantically shook his head. "That's right. You're a quick study, Mr.. Hibiki. Now, I don't want you to worry. The door is locked, and I have the only key..." She held up the key and waved it in front of his eyes before sliding it between her generous breasts.
"Now Mr.. Hibiki, I'm going to punish you. *Why*, you ask?"
Ryoga nodded his head vigorously.
"Three reasons. Number one, you're trespassing on school property..." She stroked her riding crop gently up one side of Ryoga's aching member. "Number two, you were being *very* naughty with that red-haired girl..." She ran the crop down the other side. "And number three," Her voice dropped to a menacing growl, "You pointed that...*thing* at me!!"
With a growl, she wound back and swung the crop at his erect member...Ryoga clenched his teeth in anticipation, letting out a frightened squeak...Stopping short, she instead returned to stroking him with the stiff leather.
"But that's all right. I guarantee that when your punishment is done, you'll promise to be a good boy from now on. Wouldn't you agree? Hmm?"
Ryoga looked up at her pleadingly, but remained mum. [I had no idea Miss Hinako was such a pervert! What am I gonna do?!  And, and...an I actually enjoying this? That's sick. Ranma was right...I've got a pig's mind too!]
"Well?" Hinako was getting testy. "Tsk. You may speak, now, delinquent."
"Please, let me go! I promise I won't cause anymore trouble..." [I can feel my strength returning...just a little longer, and I can break free of these ropes. Gotta stall for time.]
"Hmm..." Hinako mused. "I don't think I believe you, delinquent. I think you'd be a little more convincing if you called me Mistress Hinako from now on..." She lifted his chin with the tip of her crop. "Well? Try again, delinquent!"
"Uh..." He hesitated, and she grabbed his aching shaft, digging in her nails...
"Yes, Mistress Hinako!!!" He cried, voice straining. [That hurt, but... I liked it?]
[Oh, no...I am a pervert! Gotta get outta here....keep trying the ropes....]
"Tha-at's better, delinquent! You see, when you behave, I'll reward you!" She withdrew her nails, easing the pain. She felt him go a little softer.
"Ohhh, I see...you want more, do you? You'll have to ask for it!"
"Nuh...N-nuh...n-no..."
"Are you suuurre...?"  She began stroking him up and down using her nails to maintain purchase. He hardened rapidly, and was soon throbbing in her hand.
[Gaah! Must concentrate... getting stronger...I can feel the ropes starting to give way...but so am I...]
"Answer me, delinquent!" She smacked him across the chest with the riding crop.
"Y-yes, Mistress Hinako!"
"Yes, what? Do you want more?"
"Y-yes...." [Almost free...b-but...do I *want* to leave?]
"Too bad, delinquent." She stopped her stroking. "After all, this is supposed to be punishment. I think you'd better do something for me, instead!"
She climbed up onto the table, positioning her hairless mons over his face.
"Lick, delinquent! And make it good!"
Ryoga complied, feeling another nosebleed coming on...[No! This is no time to faint, you're almost free... This is weird, it tastes...different...than what I'd figured it would...nice, though, I could get to like...Aaargh! Concentrate!]
"Aaah! That's good, delinquent! You get a reward...but don't stop, or I will too!"
She began to masturbate him once again as his licking intensified, becoming more forceful and confident. He was getting the hang of things...
"Very good, delinquent! It's too bad that naughty girl you were with got away; I'd like to show her a thing or two...I wonder who she was...?"
[Too much! Too much! I'm getting carried away...This is incredible! I wonder what it would be like to do this with Akane...Akane!  I..I can't do this!  I love Akane! Only Akane! B-but it's too much, I'm coming...]
"Aaaaghh!" He cried as he spent himself in her hand.
"Wha-at!" Hinako yelled in fury. "Did I say you could do that?!!" She leapt off of him, shaking his ejaculate off her hand. She reached under the table, pulling out a barbed whip. She cracked it in the air twice, relishing the sound.
"Now you're really going to be punished, delinquent! Making that kind of mess on my hand! I'll enjoy giving you a taste of this!" She cracked the whip in the air over his head.
[Okay, this is where I draw the line! No more!] With a final, straining pull, the ropes holding him down broke with a sound like snapping piano-wire. A second pull snapped his leg bonds as well.
"Sorry, Mistress, but I've got to run..." he said apologetically as he dashed for the locked door.
"Baksai Tenken!!!" The door shattered under his Breaking Point technique, and a naked Ryoga dashed into the empty hallways of Furinkan High. [Damn you Ranma! Just you wait, I'll make you pay for what happened! I'll..I'll... Ahh, who am I kidding? All I want to do is go to sleep for about twelve hours...]
"Come back here, delinquent! I'm not finished with you! I'm not finished!" She dashed out the door after him, seeing only a streak of pale skin disappearing out the corridor window.
"Gone. Darn it!" She slowly shrank down into her normal, childlike form, looking rather ridiculous in her now-oversized dominatrix outfit.
"Tsk. I lose more delinquents that way...."

Ranma sat on the back porch of the Tendo Dojo, overlooking the Koi pond, pondering the mysteries of women. [Akane... what the heck am I gonna do? I gotta ask her to the dance, but... she'll probably say no, after I sicced Kuno on her this afternoon. What a dumb thing to do, what the hell was I thinking? It's all that idiot Ryoga's fault, anyway.  If he'd just written a nice mushy letter for me, that whole thing wouldn'ta happened. How embarrassing. Good thing it wasn't Akane who walked in, that would'a been the end for me and the pig-boy... He's probably gonna be madder'n hell that I ran out on him. Well, he probably got away easy. He's fast, when he needs to be...not as fast as *me*, of course, but...] With a sigh, he stretched and made to return inside when he heard a familiar piggy squeal.
"Hey, Ryoga, you finally made it! Whoa! You're walkin' funny... That battle-ax Hinako must've kicked your butt but good..."
P-chan ignored him, merely walking slowly past Ranma and into the house. [Man, what's got into him? Usually he'd be tryin' to bite my face off after what happened... She must've really gotten the poor bastard...] Without a word, Ranma followed the pig.

In the shadows at the edge of the fence, three figures stirred. Two small shadows and one big one detached themselves from the mass of darkness and gazed intently at the porch door.
"He's in there?"
"Yes."
"Then it's settled. We do it as soon as possible."
"By White Day, Ryoga Hibiki will be dead!!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Part two of Rock 'n Roll 1/2, "Cat Scratch Fever", will be posted soon.

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Special thanks to Strike Fiss, who used the phrase "Bad words and happy images" in the intro to the excellent Lemon Fic, "Mistletoe" and the sequel "Eggnog and Secrets", available on most fine Ranma fanfic sites near you.

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