Quadranma

Quick, <i>Ranma ½</i> fans: What would you describe if you were asked to describe Furinkan High School's cheerleading team. Does anything come to mind? The answer is no. It does not. Is that not curious? There was an entire arc devoted to Cheerleader Martial Arts. At no time did Ranma ever turn to the team for assistance in training. At no time did they physically appear at all, in fact. Really, think about that: You can see the rest of the Seisyun High School team behind Mariko at the start of the bout, but the only thing behind Ranma is the band.


Strange, no? Well, let's take a quick look in as Miss Morioka, the 35-ye-


Ahem. We have just received a note warning us of imminent death should that sentence be completed. Instead, let us describe her as a... Youthful, short but very fit, young, very young woman who wore her dark hair in a ponytail not as a desperate attempt to make her look and feel younger than she really was, but because she felt it made her look more the part as the head coach for Furinkan High. The person in charge of all the athletics clubs.


At this particular moment in time she was stalking out to the middle of the gym hall. Around her, several students were making use of the facilities. Running laps, practising martial arts, dribbling balls, you get the idea.


"Alright!" she triumphantly declared, punching her fist into the air. "Furinkan Cheer Squad! It's time for practice! Role call time!"


She pulled up a clipboard, tapped it with her pen. That pen ran down the side of the page while Miss Morioka nodded along, smiling slightly to herself.


"That's right," she finally said. "The girls all left the cheer team, didn't they?" she asked, voice as sweet as sugar. Perhaps sweeter still. There might be flowers in bloom in the air around her as she spoke, with tiny birds peacefully landing on top of them to sup on some sweet nectar. "They all gave it up! But that's okay. I mean, it's hard to blame them."


Then the flowers wilted and died. "After all, the athletics teams keep <i>losing their matches!</i>" Suddenly, an eagle swoops in and snatches all of the gathering tiny birds. "Not that it's their fault either! I mean, they keep on getting beat up by that one Tendo girl! It's a wonder they're ever in any condition to play!" The boys running laps were, at this point, getting a bit close, so they veered off just a fraction to keep out of her way. "What girl in their right mind would want to cheer on a bunch of losers like that?!"


"Um, hi there?"


Miss Morioka spun around, clutching her clipboard to her mouth. She peered down. It was a girl. A girl smaller than her. A girl bustier than her and cuter than her and prettier than her, that probably already had a boyfriend and wouldn't end up an unmarried old lady trapped coaching a bunch of loser kids, not that she was bitter or anything.


"S-So cute!" she whimpered. You see? Not a trace of bitterness. The flowers sprung back into life, and the tiny birds returned, albeit with tiny bandages on their tiny wings. "Eee!"


"Oh, we are going to get on famously!" the adorable little redheaded girl said with a twinkle in her eye. "Hi! I'm new, I'm Ranko Saotome!" She twirled around and performed a cute curtsey. "I'm here to try out for the cheerleading team."


A chorus of angels descended from heaven. Hallelujah, miracles do happen! Yes, this is what they needed. A cute face like that would surely do the job! Those idiot boys wouldn't follow their stupid hormones and get into a stupid fight over that Akane girl anymore! Now they'd be pushing to date this adorable cheerleader!


"... Do you need a moment or something?" Ranko asked, and Miss Morioka picked herself up from her prayer position on the floor. "I can come back another day?"


"No, no!" the desperate coach leaped forward, grasping Ranko firmly by the shoulders, aiming her at the dressing room. "Ahem! We may have an opening for you if you want it. Although, Miss Saotome, I do need to see what you can do." Ah, hold on a second. She reached into hammerspace and pulled out a cheerleader uniform. It was dark blue. She tilted her head and patted it down, getting all the dust off it and revealing that it was, in fact, a bright and brilliant green. "Take this. Get dressed, and let's see what you're capable of. But I warn you, we're very picky about who we let in our selective team."


"Okay!" Ranko replied, taking the uniform and stalking off to the dressing room with the uniform slung over her shoulder and a cocky swish of her hips. Miss Morioka watched her sternly, taking note of the boys she passed turning to take a look. And her in turn blowing them kisses as she went. "But I should warn <i>you</i>," she called back, "I won't just meet your standards. I'll crush them."


As soon as the door closed Miss Morioka was doing backflips through the hall. The boys rushed off to the side without a word, and who could blame them?


"Ahahahahaha!" she cackled like a maniac. "Yesss! Yes! A girl like that's exactly what we need!"


She reached the wall and then kicked off it and tucked into a ball that spun in midair as though levitated by some mysterious force.


"She'll motivate them! She'll drive them to victory! A cute girl like that will boost their spirits!"


Miss Morioka landed in the split position, arms raised to the heavens above. The smile on her face was every bit as genuine as the mortal terror coming from the boys around the gym.


"Ahahaha! We'll be unstoppable! We'll be unbeatable! We'll win! We'll finally start to win!"


"Sounds good to me!" Ranko whispered in her ear. Miss Morioka shot up to her feet. Ranko smiled up at her all innocence and smiles, pompoms lifted up to neck level. She sort of looked like a little begging kitty. "I love to win! Teehee!"


"Y-Yes, ahem!" the coach coughed. "That was... Merely an example of the kind of cheer we would want you to be able to accomplish, at the bare mini-"


And then Ranko backflipped across the room, kicked off the wall, backspun through the air in a tight ball and landed in a split before she could even finish the sentence. The coach's stomach growled, and the hairs on the back of her neck lifted up. Not from jealousy! No, no, she was not jealous of the athletic little cutey stealing her spotlight and showing her up and -


"A-Alright," fists clenched. Boys still mortified. Time to step back and give this girl a proper evaluation. "Then let's see you come up with a routine of your own?"


"You got it!" Ranko said with a grin. The redhead gave a thumbs-up and started working out a routine in her head. It would have been slightly better if there were some music she could cheer to, but that could also have been a distraction for the main event, namely her rocking, fit body. So, she simply did another backflip with barely a bend in her knees, and started to cheer.


"Furinkan Cheer Squad here we go! Give those boys a wicked show!" Ranko started off by shimmying her shoulders up and down, making the pom-poms by her hips shake all around. Draw the eyes right to the hips, that was the plan, and it was already working as the boys slowed their running so they didn't bump into each other. She slowly, sultrily moved her hips from side to side as well, taking mincing little steps on her tiptoes to flip her skirt just a tiny amount every time she moved. Not even enough to show a hint of her panties, but the temptation was obviously there. Ranko counted down in her head to an invisible beat: four, three, two, one, and that's when she leaned forward with such force that her skirt was flipped all the way up to rest on her shelf of a butt, exposing her panties to all who looked.


"We'll kick their butts and you can tell! We shake our own rumps really well!" Shake her own rump she did. But 'really well' was underselling it, in the way one might say calling the Burj Khalifa a 'big building' was underselling it. This was no mere butt-shaking, this was an exercised and practiced jiggle session that showed uncompromising dexterity over her gluteal muscles. Ranko was able to bounce each cheek individually and with great control, while simultaneously dipping her ass down to bounce against her ankles as she bent her knees. In the front, Ranko was shaking her pom-poms to and fro, and threw them up in the air after a few seconds of invigorating twerking. Each pom-pom struck one of her butt cheeks, which proved themselves to be such peachy cheeks of perfection that they caused the pom-poms to bounce despite being little more than limp woolen balls.


"Watch us jiggle, watch us shake! We'll smack the ground and make it quake!" The butt-thrust that shoved them back into the air was so impressive that she was able to spin around and smack her ass in Morioka's direction, wink, blow a kiss, and then turn back around before the pom-poms landed again. Then, Ranko essentially juggled the pom-poms with her booty for a while, alternating which cheek they bounced on until she tossed one back up to the front, where she caught it in her teeth. The second pom-pom stayed on her rear until she maneuvered it right between her cheeks, squeezing tightly so it was stuck in her butt crack, looking like a fuzzy rabbit tail. Now Ranko moved her hips up and around in a circle, causing the lone pom-pom to spin around hypnotically, entrancing the boys who were already amazed by Ranko's routine. She held her arms up over her head to pantomime rabbit ears and did a little dance, causing her breasts to wiggle around as well, the pom-pom in her teeth bouncing against them with each nod of her head.


"Stretch our limits long and wide! Split their defense, get inside!" Double entendres obviously intended, Ranko spread her legs as far as they could go and did a perfect split, letting her butt bounce one more time before the position made it impossible, allowing her to catch the pom-pom in her hand, so she was now holding both once again. The redhead wasn't done with the split though. First, she lifted her right leg and pulled it up near her head, and then repeated the process with the other leg, crossing her ankles behind her head as if she was being submitted to a mating press, showing ridiculous flexibility and a blatant regard for teasing horny young males.


"Break their defense, rush and thrust! Penetration is a must!" She wasn't even trying to hide it anymore, as evidenced by the way she pulled her legs back down to the ground only to spread them wide again and push her hips forward. After that, she brought one leg in front of her and the other behind in a forward split, and then alternated in a second. Her skirt was flipping around so much that anyone could see every inch of her cameltoe and backside thanks to her panties clinging to her butt like shrinkwrap.


"We'll win the match and take the gold! That trophy will be ours to hold!" Instead of holding a trophy, she held her pom-poms close to her stomach, pushing up her breasts as high as they could go without pushing them right into her face. Now was when she really got active, standing up and putting her whole body to work. She took inspiration from all sorts of different, flexible role models. Figure skaters, cheerleaders, pole-dancers… and it worked splendidly to give a great routine. Her silky smooth legs showed how flexible they were by constantly going up high in the air to show off her panties at regular intervals, and Ranko made sure to bounce around enough to keep her boobs in an incessant state of jiggling. No rest for the chest, she thought to herself.


"Furinkan Cheer Squad is the best! Getting fanboys is our quest!" She was definitely succeeding in that endeavor, then. Five naked models could have strolled into the gym and offered blowjobs to the next twenty guys who lined up, and the boys would have honestly struggled to pull themselves away from Ranko's routine in order to get in the queue. Even then, they would have wanted to make sure they could still see the sight even while getting expert suction, because Ranko's dancing was too hot to ignore for even a second. Ranko was nearing the end now, and decided to finish with a bang. Not a literal one, sadly, though that would have been ridiculously impressive. Instead, she just performed a series of frontflips in a circle around Morioka, before leaping onto her shoulders with both hands and hanging upside-down for a moment. Just long enough for her shirt to come down and show off her boobs, but only barely. Ranko just wanted to give the boys a taste, after all. It seemed that just a tiny bit of Ranko flavoring was too spicy, though, as most of the boys proceeded to start drooling and falling to the ground.


"That's my cheer, I hope it's great! And no, I can't go on a date!" Ranko winked at Morioka and stuck out one hip to the side as she finished her routine with a simple yet sexy pose, one hand on her hip and the other pushed out straight with the pom-pom dangling from her fingertips. "So! How'd you like it?" she asked, immediately starting to bounce up and down as she waited for a response.


"Aha!" Miss Morioka applauded. "That was very good, Ranko! Very athletic, very imaginative routine. It's perfect."


The weather must have changed. A cloud must have passed in front of the sun. A big, thick cloud. A storm cloud, possibly? There certainly was not an expected eclipse today. Nothing else could have caused this kind of darkness. Peculiar thing, too. The brightest point in all the gym hall was a certain smiling coach, towering over the peppy young girl trying out to be a cheerleader.


"Perfect! Yes, it's truly perfect!" the coach went on, still smiling serenely. "If you were applying for a porn parody of a cheerleading team and not the real deal! Gyaaaaaaaargh!"


The coach leaped on top of a vaulting horse, her face a mask of despair, rage and fury. "This girl! She really is the perfect living example of a slutty stereotype of a cheerleader!"


She leaped clear across the hall in a single bound, making the practising wrestling team scarper. One wasn't quite quick enough. Miss Morioka grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, then lifted him up into the air. "You boys!" she hissed. "You wretched boys would love it if she was allowed to do that, wouldn't you?" The boy whimpered noncommittally. "Wouldn't you?"


"No, miss, my girlfriend would kill me!"


The coach roared again and lifted him fully above her head as though he were a dumbell. "Idiots, all of you! If I put her out there and she did a routine like that, it would humiliate the proud Furinkan name! There would be complaints from parents! There would be an uproar! I would be shitcanned faster my last omiai!"


Her rampage was then interrupted by a clicking sound and a flash. The coach blinked. By the doorway was Nabiki Tendo holding onto a camera.


"And if a certain picture of a coach bench pressing a student found its way into the vice-principal's office..." Nabiki inspected her fingernails. "Do you think it might break the sound barrier? Or would your firing be warp speed?"


Ever hear a freshly caged animal whimper for freedom? That sound didn't have half the pathetic timbre of a freshly beaten coach. Not much else to say, but welcome to the team, Ranko Saotome!


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You know how hard it is to forget something happened when the person you had your first time with is right next to you being all cute and annoying, and you can't even complain because you're both heading to the same place from the same place so all you can do is pretend they aren't there and try not to get annoyed that they're trying to pretend that you aren't there?


Pretty everyday occurrence, really.


Akane peered at him out of the corner of her eye and glowered mercilessly at that - that <i>boy</i>! That irritating, rude, arrogant handsome chiselled smooth-talking passionate -


She stopped and bit her right thumb. No, no, no! That's just the spell. It's just the spell! Some freaky spell that was getting her all hot and bothered. It wasn't Ranma's fault, except for the fact that it absolutely was, that careless hunk!


"Tsk," Ranma scoffed. "Biting your nails? That's a pretty uncute habit."


"You didn't think I was uncute earlier." Gah! That was the worst possible thing to say! Bringing that up in public?! What was she thinking?


"Yeah, well, that wasn't really me thinking, was it?" His head turned to stare at the fence like it was a beautiful work of art. Like his profile, his abs or his nicely toned... Akane nearly gagged on her thumb this time trying to choke the thought before it completed. "Didn't mean to drag you into this. Even if you wouldn't be my first pick, I'll try to make this up to you, alright?"


That got her blinking. "Not your first pick?" she asked. "Gee, you sure know how to talk to a girl! Check out mister smooth over here, what a way to make a girl feel special."


His eyes flicked back towards her, then just as quickly he looked away again. Not that Akane noticed because she couldn't bear eye contact with him either. N-Not because his blue eyes were making her feel weak in the knees every time she caught so much as a glimpse of him or anything, it's just that it reminded her of that particular moment in the storage room when he picked her up put her against that crate and stared lovingly into her eyes while his big hard dick erupted inside her -


She stumbled a little and then pretended she'd meant to do that by using the momentum to kick Ranma in the shins. He grunted a little.


"Hey, come on! I'm trying to make the best of a bad situation. This is hardly ideal for me either!"


"Hardly ideal?!" Akane could not believe this boy! "How exactly do you pick your words? Do you ask your mortal enemy for advice? Or are you always this stupid?"


"Hey, who are you calling stupid?" Ranma replied.


"The idiot next to me, who else would I be talking to?" Akane yelled back.


"I don't know. Maybe uncute tomboys refer to themselves in the third person!"


"Welcome home!"


The two of them defused, and suddenly Akane noticed they were nose to nose. Goodness. That had heated up quite quickly, hadn't it? Akane looked towards her sister. Standing at the front gate, smiling serenely at them.


"Now, you two," Kasumi admonished, gentle as a feather yet crushing like a vice, "I don't want to see you arguing and insulting each other like that. It's not healthy behaviour for a young couple."


"We're not a couple!" they both protested. Kasumi just looked at them for a moment in silence. Oh, Ranma! If you wind up pulling Kasumi into this argument and yell at her like that too you'd get it in the neck later on!


"Ranma, do me a favour..." Kasumi suddenly asked. "Could you please raise your right hand?"


"Huh... Okay?" Ranma grunted, and then Akane suddenly felt her left hand being pulled up into the air. Alongside Ranma's right hand. Because they'd been holding hands all the way home. And neither of them had even noticed.


"Grnnnk!" Akane whimpered. She extracted her hand, finger by finger. It was like getting out of bed on a cold winter's day. "I- I have some things I need to do! Don't come after me!"


"Oh my," she heard Kasumi gasp. Akane paid her no heed. This was something she couldn't even rely on Kasumi to help her deal with. It had to be her that dealt with it. Her alone versus these unnaturally forced feelings. "And I didn't even get the chance to warn her we had some guests over...."

1. Akane runs right into the Ukyos pampering Isamu in the living room.
2. Ranko is a cheerleader! What fresh mischief will she get up to now?
3. Akihito and Shampoo return home after a long day of looking for work.
4. Something else