Ryoga Hibiki was a hopeless case. Really. It was amazing how such a skilled martial artist could be so… Adorably pathetic. The distinction is an important one. This was still a man capable of breaking even a strong person’s spine with an enthusiastic hug, and considering that he was also the kind of person that was easily lost to his emotions (as well as more literally lost) then it’s not difficult to see why he might have a tough time making friends. Look up “woobie” in the dictionary and you might find a picture of Ryoga Hibiki, standing all by himself under a banner reading “Happy Birthday”, holding an equally lonely red balloon and smiling politely while tears streamed down his face.
“Today is the day!” he announced to nobody in particular. He pumped a fist in triumph. “Today, I will defeat Ranma Saotome and tell Akane how I feel!”
Ah yes, what a terrible burden for a man to bear. It’s the sort of thing that must make him feel like the hero in his own story: The woman he loves is engaged against her will to his arch-rival. It’s rather typical of his life, really. A kind of holding pattern that seemed designed to make him suffer. And why shouldn’t he feel that way? The truly amusing part of it was that he held directly opposing views for the two of them: Love for Akane, hatred for Ranma. Yet they both viewed him as a friend. Kind of a messed up relationship when put that way.
“All I have to do is find the Tendo dojo, and then -”
“Hi, Ryoga! Sorry, Ranma’s not here to play right now.”
And it was only then that he looked around at where he was, and realised he was standing in the middle of the Tendo training hall. Not only that, but the voice he heard was none other than Akane herself! He panicked a little. Had she heard him? No, not possible. Her reaction would be different, wouldn’t it? Right? No. Forget that. He would laugh it off, give her the gift he’d bought her on his journeys and then maybe…
“Oh, hello, Akane!” he said, laughing nervously as he turned around. “I didn’t see your great big boobs…”
Now, Ryoga is a bit of a shy boy on top of everything else. I mean, sure. He’s cursed to turn into a little black pig and sure, he uses that to sneak into Akane’s room and snuggle up to her. But he made sure not to see anything he wasn’t supposed to see. Really! Closed his eyes tight every time she changed. Turned away to rid himself of temptation.
Even so. He was pretty sure Akane’s chest wasn’t quite so… Expansive before! She was standing there in her gi. It was tied up as usual, but the sheer size of her breasts made it impossible to close properly. Anyone could see even without trying that it could not be done. As a consequence he could clearly see not only the wondrous pink valley, but also a fair portion of the mountains on either side. He had been to many places and seen many sights, but this was the most “scenic” of them all.
“I know,” Akane said, shrugging and causing some downright fascinating jiggling sensations. Ryoga tried his best to look her in the eyes. Really, he did! But it wasn’t possible. His gaze kept on shifting back to her chest as if pulled there by an irresistible force. “It’s the result of a new martial arts technique I’m experimenting with. Do you like it?”
“Yes, I mean no! Who knows what kind of effect a strange martial arts style could have on your… Perfect, squeezable…”
He turned around, clutching at the side of his head, squeezing as though putting it in a vice. This was bad! Akane, his dear sweet Akane would never knowingly employ a martial arts style like this! Normally he’d blame Ranma, but this really wasn’t his style at all… Happosai, probably. Not that this mattered! He couldn’t look at her in this condition. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t polite to stare!
“What sort of technique?” his quavering voice asked.
“It would be easier to show than explain,” Akane said. “Besides, I need to experiment a little with it so that I can properly understand it myself.”
“Experiment?” Ryoga asked. Then he gasped when out of nowhere, he felt something soft and wonderful press against his back. “Wh-what sort of experiment?”
“Why don’t you turn around and let me show you?” Akane whispered seductively in his ear. Seductively? No, that wasn’t right. Just a figment of his imagination, Akane would never try to seduce him…
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This was the perfect opportunity. This strange and compelling power called titnosis was still a little beyond Akane’s understanding, and she absolutely had to try it out. It was the same with any martial arts technique, right? You had to use it to understand how and when to use it most effectively. You’d never see Ranma tossing around a Hiryu Shoten Ha at complete random, would you? The same had to apply here.
Which is how she wound up with Ryoga’s face buried in her cleavage. It was kind of cute how he resisted at first, and she was honestly worried he might try to fight her. There he was lying there. It was honestly pretty embarrassing… But it was also kind of exciting.
“It’s okay, Ryoga,” Akane cooed, gently stroking his hair. “You’re my friend, aren’t you? You can trust me. I won’t do anything mean to you.”
“Frieeeeend,” Ryoga moaned, nuzzling himself even more up against her big sensitive tits. She stifled a squeal of pleasure and tried to focus. She’d tried to use this technique to help improve her own life by titnotising her sisters and both her and Ranma’s fathers. She could help Ryoga as well! What were friends for, if not using your boobs to induce a hypnotic state and help them get past their own psychological limitations? Which left her considering for a moment… What exactly <i>were</i> Ryoga’s psychological limitations?
“You shouldn’t fight with Ranma anymore,” she began. She pressed her upper arms into the sides of her breasts, forcing them to squeeze the sides of Ryoga’s head. “Ranma is my fiance,” she continued. “You are my friend. Please don’t fight anymore.”
Alright. That was one problem sorted out. Ryoga began to kiss around the inside of her cleavage unconsciously, and though that did seem a little awkward given that he was punctuating each kiss with the word “friend”, the experience wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It didn’t even register with her that even an hour ago allowing any man to touch her in this way would be something she’d react to quite, quite violently. Instead she was thinking about other ways she could help Ryoga.
For that much she had to open the book for a little inspiration. Resting it on top of Ryoga’s head was pretty much the only way she could manage to remain in the position and still read through, though she didn’t have to read long before finding a few interesting ideas. For example, there was a chapter here about effects that went beyond merely psychological changes… Something a little bit deeper.
“Ryoga, you always seemed so very lonely,” she said. “I’d like to help you with that in any. Way. I. Can. I’m going to help you find a cute girlfriend. Do you feel it, Ryoga? I’m using my breasts to manipulate your life force and - And oh gods, this is amazing! I’m reshaping your direction sense so it works properly. Mph! What is this feeling? N-Not only that but I’m - I’m going to g-give you the talent to help you - Help you pick up attention from the right sort of girl! Oh god! I - I - Ah!”
Her entire body went rigid with shock as unexpected sensations hit her. Wonderful sensations. Like a dam of bliss had opened in her heart and sent it crashing through her spine, centering in her breasts and swirling around like some great whirlpool of delights. It made her wish that he was here right now to help her restore a little calm to the turbulent tides, because if anyone could tame these waves of wonders it would surely be her wild fiance…
“Akane!” she heard Ryoga gasp. “Are you alright? Wake up!”
“Hands off, vile knave!” an extremely unwelcome voice yelled. “It is clear that your intentions were to bespoil the fair Akane! This I shall not permit!”
“… Is bespoil even a - Yipe!”
Akane blinked and saw Kuno batter his kendo stick against Ryoga’s body to the point that the air pressure was knocking him back. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and then shook it again in disbelief. Kuno. Ask some people who the bane of her existence was, they might expect her to say Ranma. But no. Noooo, not a chance. Sure, he was a rude jerk. But you know what’s worse than a rude jerk?
A polite jerk. Because when you have a rude jerk, you at least know the best way to react to them, and can admonish their behaviour in a way they’ll maybe understand! A polite jerk won’t take the lesson no matter how many times you beat it into their brains. There was pretty much nothing that could change their minds. Except of course…
“Oh, Kuno!” Akane sweetly called. Sure. Why not? She tugged the collar of her gi and with a single motion had it flying into the air, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. “Take a good, long, hard look at these!”
- Akane accidentally also rehypnotises Ryoga, and gives him the same instructions she gives Kuno.
- It turns out you can’t use titnosis on the same person twice in such a short amount of time. Ryoga watches Akane hypnotise Kuno, baffled but intrigued.
- Kodachi is secretly watching the fight with great interest.
- Happosai develops a plan.
- Something else.
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