Story/Further Discussion: Wild Ride For Ranma

So I came up with a bit of backstory for what was going on. Then I realised it was kinda short and felt compelled to do something else with it, so I think I would like to make a sequence involving Ukyo immediately follow the background stuff. Originally it would just go to options about who was hit next, but I figure Ukyo makes the most sense.

I'll discuss more following the story.

Edit: I have now removed the discussion portion and added the Ukyo section.

Sleep is a necessary vulnerability for many living beings. Through sleep we dream. Through sleep we permit our minds and bodies to relax, unwind, recover from the stresses of the day. Yet it leaves us immobile. Vulnerable. Forces us to use up precious hours of our lives each and every night. Hours that we could be spending on other tasks. Hours that force us to lie still and helpless and unaware of the world around us.

Is it any wonder then that sleep factors into horror so frequently? <i>A Nightmare on Elm Street</i>! <i>Invasion of the Body Snatchers</i>! The common feeding opportunity of vampires. And that’s before we get into the real-life horrors of sleep paralysis or the insects feasting on your blood in the middle of the night.

Ah, but wait! One obvious horror is missing from the above list. Well, of course. It was abbreviated enough that there was bound to be something not present that should have been. There were bound to be quite a few things missing from any such list, so this could hardly be the remotest surprise. In point of fact, it would be rather disappointing if those were the only examples of terror that strikes while we sleep. Surely there should be more?

And so there are. The succubus and the incubus, sex demons that strike and feed during times of slumber. They use their powers to manipulate the dreams of unwary mortal men or women into an unconscious climax and feast upon the lustful energies given off in the process. Dangerous creatures that prey upon the unwary and unaware.

“I might be dangerous under normal circumstances, but at the moment I’m about as harmless as a kitten.”

Hold on. Did that character just -

“Address you directly? Why, Mister Narrator! I didn’t think you’d even notice!”

Alright, so I take it you’re a succubus?

“Ten points to the man with the words! Next, I suppose you’ll be wondering what I meant by harmless as a kitten? To answer, I’d have to hijack your narrating duties for a little while. You don’t mind, do you?”

Aw, sure! Go right ahead, I can’t say no to a cute little thing like you! Come on, get up here and tell us all your life story.

“With pleasure, sweetie. *giggle* Okay. So, there I was. Minding my own business, draining this guy through a dream involving a bar of soap, a ten-foot pole and a lemon meringue pie. Well, okay, let’s be fair. I was minding <i>his</i> business. I’d just about finished feeding when I suddenly hear this voice say something kinda stupid like ‘Hold, demon! Thou shalst not haveth his soul!’ So, I turn to flee out the window as you do when caught in the act, only to find that the bastard had an accomplice! I ran straight into some weird rock forehead first. It would’ve been enough to knock a mortal out, but a demon can shrug that stuff off easily enough.

“Unless it happened to be a sealing stone. Next thing I know, all ten of my senses are telling me ‘I am a rock’. Which I was. Just a stupid, pointless little rock. Sitting there for centuries, unable to move. Unable to feed either because they kept me locked away alongside all these other rocks. It was so unfair! What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

There, there. Blow your nose on this.

“Aw, thanks a bundle, Mister Narrator! But I’m not really here right now, so I don’t exactly have a nose, you know? Still, it’s the thought that counts and I really should pay you back. How about I give you a free lapdance later on?”

Sounds like fun! I can hardly wa~ait a minute, you’re trying to steal my soul, aren’t you? Don’t give me that look. You’re a succubus, it’s what you do! Come on, get on with the story, and I’ll try to avoid staring at your large, round, smooth, tanned breasts and the inviting - so very inviting - cleavage your low, low neckline couldn’t hide with the help of a master spy.

“Hmph! And here’s me thinking you were a fun guy to hang around with! Well, fine! To cut a long story short - “

Too late! My <i>goodness</i> but those legs go on for miles!

“- Eventually there was an earthquake that totalled the building. All the stones wound up getting moved or bought. I was lucky enough to be bought, but then wound up being chiselled into a funny face by some art student with a sense of humour, and then spent another decade or two sitting in some shop somewhere. Nobody ever seemed to come by, and nobody ever slept anywhere near me. Until the day the boy with the umbrella showed up. He looked me over, picked me up and asked how much. He paid the amount, stuffed me in his backpack, and was on his way!

“And I tell you this! The boy could get lost walking a straight line! It was actually kinda funny after a while. Then it became pathetic. Then it became funny again! But still, eventually he fell asleep… And I was right there next to him in the backpack.

“Ever see a rock smile? Well, I’d be willing to bet you’d have seen just that if you’d peeked into the Hibiki boy’s bag! Finally! After so long sealed away I could feed again! And boy, did I ever feed! The eternally lost boy got hit with the biggest whammy I’ve ever cooked up. Every cute girl he knew, clamouring for his cock one after the other after the other. The lustful energies of his unconscious mind gave me the most delightful taste, the sweetest nectar, the most beautiful texture a sealed succubus could imagine!

“But it didn’t end there. No, no! It most certainly did not! For you see, through that fitful pornographic dream I was easily able to forge a connection or two. It was not a difficult thing to accomplish. So long as I remained close to him, I could easily manipulate the dreams of the one he lusted after over any other, and the one he hated more than any other. Akane Tendo. Ranma Saotome. I could sense when they slept, and I could manipulate their dreams, and I could feed from either of them. All it would take is staying close enough to Ryoga whenever they did, and sure enough before long both of them surrendered to Mister Sandman. And through their slumber I seduced them both with thoughts and feelings so alien to them that the forbidden aspect drove the lustful energies to their highest levels. Hardly tasty compared to my previous preferences, but right now I was starving! Anything would be delicious in this state!”

So, how close is close enough?

“Good question. After three feedings the distance from which I could feed had increased quite dramatically. Where before I had to be within three feet of either the victim or one with a strong emotional connection, now I could feed within twelve. And of course there was no reason whatsoever that I absolutely had to feed on just Ryoga, Ranma or Akane. I could feed on anyone in my growing proximity and from that grow stronger. Stronger. Stronger! Strong enough to free myself! Oh, sure. That would take up a huge amount of energy to pull off, and leave me as vulnerable as a kitten again. But this time I’d be free to move. This time I’d be free to feed on any unwary mortal I wanted. This time, I wouldn’t need to wait centuries or decades or even a single solitary night before I could taste the lusts of mortal men and women once again.

"But enough of that for now. Here comes lunch."
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Well, wasn’t this just wonderful? Trust her luck, to get separated from the rest of the group like this! Right before a storm hit, no less. It was a damned lucky thing she’d found a little cover to stay under, even if a cave wasn’t exactly her idea of comfort. All things being relative, outside in that rain made it seem like a warm fireplace in comparison. There really was nothing else for it. Ukyo would have to sit it out here, wait for the rain to let up and then try to catch up with the rest of the class.

Ah, but what was this? It seemed as though there was movement just barely visible up ahead. It almost looked like a giant (familiarly shaped) rucksack was hovering slightly above the ground, at least until Ukyo caught the barest sight of a tiny black leg underneath it. Oh, you have got to be kidding!

“Hey! Jackass! Get in here!” she yelled. The bag leaped lightly in the air, revealing the tiny piglet shape underneath for a fraction of a second, then after a moment of inactivity started to move in the complete opposite direction. Yep, there really was no doubt regarding the identity of that particular porcine. “Wrong way, idiot! You’re hopeless!”

After about ten minutes of watching the stupid little swine wandering around in circles, he finally - finally - managed to stumble upon the entrance to the cave not ten feet away from him. After a moment of stillness, the pig struggled its way out from underneath the bag in a way that almost made it seem completely adorable and helpless. Right about now Ukyo did not have the patience or time to waste on adorable or helpless. She picked the pig up up and scowled at it.

“Listen here, jackass. I don’t like you, you don’t like me,” Ukyo said. The pig bweed back at her. “But I’ll make you a deal, got it? I’ll take you to Akane if you let me use stuff from your backpack to keep warm and dry. Got it?”

The pig nodded in agreement and hopped down to the ground while Ukyo dug through the bag for anything she could potentially use. Like, say, this blanket and a portable outdoor heater. Perfect.

“Don’t you get any funny ideas about turning back to a guy in here,” Ukyo said. “I mean, this cave is cramped enough as it is without having some naked boy in here with me. Get the picture?”

Well, if nothing else she was warmer and drier now. The company wasn’t exactly sparkling, being unable to talk and all, though it was an improvement over his human form. There was little more to do than stare at the rain and wait it out. Little drops of water striking stone and dirt at such a rapid pace that it sounded like a single sound as opposed to a hundred thousand little ones made one after the other after the other. Ukyo stifled a yawn, but allowed herself to stretch out a little bit - so boring! And the sound of the rain wasn’t exactly helping her ignore that increasingly drowsy feeling…

“Ucchan? What’re you doing in a place like this?”

Her eyes snapped open, and Ukyo found herself looking up into the eyes of her one true love, her oldest and best friend and all around hunk Ranma Saotome. Okay, sure. Girl-form Ranma, but nobody’s perfect. She took the girl’s hand and was helped up to her feet, then found herself blinking in the sunlight. Had she fallen asleep? Must have. At least the rain appeared to have stopped.

Ukyo stretched out her sore muscles, particularly her cramped legs, and through a tremendous yawn said, “Come on, Ranchan, we should catch up with the -” only to find that she was all alone. There was no sign of him anywhere.

“Ranchan? Where are you?” she called, frantically searching the streets. It didn’t take her long to spot him. A glimpse of a pigtail and silk red shirt disappearing around a wall! “Hey, wait up! Where are you going?” She ran around the corner, and found there was no sign of him until - Aha! Just past those trees! Gosh, but he was fast when he wanted to be!

And so began a game of cat and mouse between the two of them, or so it appeared to Ukyo. No more than a fleeting glimpse at a time. She would chase. Lose sight of him for a moment, then find him once again and begin the chase anew. At no point did he seem to register hearing her, and each sighting made it clearer and clearer in Ukyo’s mind that she was, indeed, pursuing Ranma Saotome. And for some reason being completely ignored by him.

After a while she finally got a good look at him approaching a rather familiar-looking building with the word “Ucchan’s” adorned on the mailbox outside. “Wait up, Ranma! I need to unlock… the… door…”

Except that apparently she did not need to do any such thing. Instead he walked right up to it and pulled it open as though it were completely unlocked, and for a moment Ukyo was horrified. Had she left the place unlocked for this long? Had she really been that careless? Oh, hell! She ran towards the building past the window, desperate to see the damage, peered inside and almost immediately came to a full and complete stop.

There was someone else in there with Ranma. Behind the counter. A familiar-seeming person, but it took her a moment to figure out where she had seen her before. After all. A mirror does not truly show anything but a reflection of a person’s true features, meaning that we are much more used to seeing ourselves with left on right and right on left. To put it simply and impossibly, Ukyo herself was already in the restaurant!

Except that it wasn’t particularly surprising she failed to recognise herself. How could she expect to? After all! Nowhere in her wardrobe was there anything quite so frilly and feminine as that apron, which by all appearances was also the only stitch of clothing on her entire body save the pink bow in her hair. This imposter was behind her counter, cooking up some okonomiyaki for <i>her</i> Ranchan, and look at him! The idiot was grinning as if nothing was even wrong!

The only thing stopping her from moving was idle curiosity about the imposter’s cooking approach. It was… good. Precise, with a little flourish to it. Feminine and effective. Bouncy yet efficient. She was practically skipping along behind the counter, not even really looking at the ingredients yet mixing them up with such exacting quantities that after a little mental calculation in her own head Ukyo realised she was getting it right. Without even trying. She made it look so damned easy, and there Ranma was still smiling at her and very obviously checking out this complete imposter like a complete letch!

Ukyo sank to her knees as the fake cut a piece of the most perfect okonomiyaki Ukyo had ever seen and fed it to Ranma with a smile and a giggle. How could this happen? How could someones that was so obviously not her so easily win over her one true love? Look at her, skipping around the counter to sit on his lap! Look at how his hands roamed the imposter’s body while she smiled contently and fed him. Look at the way he kissed her neck and stroked her thigh. Look at the way the man she loved showed affection to another woman.

“Do you really love him? Or do you lust over him?” a familiar-sounding voice asked. Ukyo looked up. Girl-form Ranma stared down at her, leaning against the wall with her hands resting behind her head. “I mean, it seems to me that if you really loved him it wouldn’t matter what form he - or should I say I? - was in. Right?”

Ukyo didn’t have much of an opportunity to consider this before a loud thud brought her crashing back into reality. She looked up and winced upon seeing the other her pinned and naked against the glass, while Ranma - also naked - thrust against her with the intensity of a piston and the tenderness of a field of flowers. Her legs, long and slender, wrapped around his masculine waist. Her delicate arms around his head, drawing the two of them close. So very close that Ukyo could swear she was feeling the same nibbles on her ear, the same gentle touches of lips upon her neck. She tilted her head and sighed, then suddenly found her view obstructed by red hair and moments later her breathing obscured by the girlish lips pressed against hers.

When the kiss broke girl Ranma remained mere inches away. It was tantalisingly close. All she had to do was lean forward and she could recapture that same magical feeling. All she had to do was - “That was the femininity you threw away,” girl Ranma said. “See how easily she snared his heart? See how easily she seduces him? That is the woman you could have so easily become, Ukyo Kuonji. The kind of curves an hourglass might envy. Skills beyond the compare of any other chef in history. So beautiful. So elegant. So happy.

“But you threw your femininity aside for pride and revenge that you no longer seek. You are not a woman. You are a boy. Wear a boy’s uniform. Attend a boy’s school.”

Girl Ranma stepped behind Ukyo and helped her to her feet. She was gone by the time Ukyo turned around. Now she was really disoriented and confused, especially once she looked down and saw herself wearing her old school uniform. It fit just as well as she remembered, just as well as her first day at that school. Her first day. Her first day. Which was today. Yes. That’s right. That’s why she was standing in this corridor, waiting to be called in so that she could introduce herself. It was not a long wait. The teacher was a pigtailed woman, rather young for the profession. Miss Saotome, or something like that. Ukyo expected that she was by default the most popular teacher in this boy’s school with a figure and face like that.

The class itself comprised three other students. All boys. For some reason Ukyo already knew their names. There was Ryoga Hibiki. Mousse. Tatewaki Kuno. All three of them sat at the front of the class with their shirts open, revealing muscular chests that made Ukyo feel rather a lot more moist than she was expecting. Pretending to be a boy here might be harder than she thought.

“Alright, class. This is our new student, Ukyo Kuonji. Now, since we’re running a little behind today, why don’t you all get a bit better acquainted during gym class? As usual, change in here and we’ll see each other out on the field. Alright?”

Wait, wait. Change in here? She had to deal with this bullshit already? Alright. Fine then. She would just do her normal thing of hiding in the corner and changing into gym gear so fast, they wouldn’t even have time to notice anything -

“Hey, new kid!” one of the boys said. “I said, hey!”

All of a sudden Ukyo found herself being spun around in place, revealing her taped-up chest to the Hibiki kid. It was almost fascinating watching the realisation creep into his head. Like a tortoise climbing a hill. It got there in the end, but it took time to do it.

“You’re a girl! Well, isn’t that something? Here’s me coming over to say hello, give you a nice and friendly welcome and it turns out you’re a chick in disguise.”

“Any particular reason you decided to pretend to be a boy?” Kuno asked, walking around her in a tight circle, checking her out like a slab of meat.

“I can only think of one reason!” Mousse mused, walking in the opposite direction to Kuno but with pretty much the same intention showing. “And it would be such a shame to disapoint her, now, wouldn’t it?”

“Fufufufu, my good friend Mousse is quite correct!” Ryoga said, hopping up on a desk and pulling down his trousers. “I think it’s only fair to give you the opportunity to get what you want. Otherwise you’d have absolutely no reason to be here, right? Oh, don’t make that face! It’s not like I’m going to force you or anything. This is all on you, <b>Miss</b> Kuonji.”

The sight of an erect dick did strike a little bit of fear into Ukyo’s heart. She’d been afraid of being caught out like this. Terrified of what they might make her do. And yet now that it was actually here… Aside from the Hibiki boy, the other two had simply shrugged and stepped aside. Nobody guarding the door to keep her from leaving. Nobody trying to restrain her or force her or - well, anything at all, really. All that they had done was use the unstated threat of “we’ll tell the administration that you are actually a girl if you don’t,” but even then it might not have been meant that way, so…

God, she was horny. Looking at it now made her realise that fact without any doubt at all in her mind. She was horny. She wanted it inside her. It wasn’t like Hibiki was a bad-looking boy or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. Would it be so terrible to try it out, just this once? Ukyo kept her gaze steady and on her intended target while slipping her trousers and boxers down around her ankles. Alright. She was going to do this. Not because they were forcing her, and not really because she wanted to. No. Nothing like that. She just… wanted to check and see what it was like, was all.

To that end she straddled Ryoga, lined him up, and with his strong hands assisting lowered herself down onto pleasure central. It was big. It felt weird at first, but so big and so good and - and -

“See? Not so bad at all, is it?” Hibiki purred. “But I think it’s a shame that my friends aren’t able to join in the fun.”

“On the contrary,” Kuno replied, stepping behind Ukyo and gently stroking her back. “I can think of one way I can join in.”

Something hard poked her butt, causing her to stop moving around to see what it was. Kuno was standing beside her naked. Completely naked and chiselled like an old school statue. Only difference was, his dick was bigger than any of them could have dreamt of being.

“Hold still a moment,” Kuno said, adjusting himself while steadying against her back. “This may feel peculiar at first -”

A minute later she was sandwiched between two hunks. While one thrust in the other thrust out. It was… good! So good! Each of them made her feel something building, rising deep within herself. A wonderful feeling of belonging that she hadn’t ever known possible!

“Shall I help out a little too?” Mousse asked, and Ukyo opened her eyes to see another wonderful cock standing out in front of her face. Her head bobbed forward without a second thought and captured it. Now she had three men, all at once. Three men, satisfying her as she satisfied them. This was nothing to be scared of! This was bliss!

A bliss that did not last forever. All three shot their loads one after the other, filling her three holes with thick, warm cum. She felt their presence back away, first Mousse, then Kuno and finally Ryoga until she was all alone, naked, filled with cum and still impossibly horny.

“Don’t leave me,” she whimpered. “Come back. Please, come back! I don’t want to be alone anymore!”

“You’re never alone,” her own voice came back. Ukyo looked up and saw herself clad in a flowery apron and pink bow. “Even if you throw me away, I am still with you. Always.”

Ukyo reached up with a smile on her face, and attempted to stroke the face of what she now knew was the physical manifestation of her own femininity -

A thunderbolt struck a nearby tree, jolting Ukyo awake on the spot. It was still night. She was still in the cave. It was still raining. She shook her head and looked over at the swine still slumbering, snuggling up against her for warmth.

“That was a weird dream… I think. Wish I could remember it.”

There was nothing else for it but to wait out the rain.

1.     Ranma catches up with the rest of the class, but the dream has clearly affected her in some way.
2.     Ryoga manages to deliver the gift to Akane, and she takes it home with her.
3.     Ryoga manages to deliver the gift to Akane, and she keeps it with her for the rest of the field trip. Which includes stopping over at an inn for the night with the rest of the class.
4.     Something else