Story: Dojo of Perversion

There's only so much schooling that a girl - er, guy - like Ranma could take before throwing in the towel. After yet another Perfect defeat she collapsed back onto the bed while Hiroshi and Daisuke high fived over yet another victory.

"No more..." Ranma moaned. "I give! I can't take another crushing defeat."

"Eh? What's that?" Hiroshi said, cupping his ear. "I thought you said earlier that Ranma Saotome doesn't lose."

"Now now, let's not torment our new punching bag," Daisuke said. "Especially when only one of us in the room is a real martial artist. Right?"

As if to illustrate that point Ranma kipped off the bed and landed in front of the television, switching it off and turning around to pout at them. Cutely, both thought, but then mentally reminded themselves that in spite of having <b>that</b> body, this was most definitely a boy.

"Taking pity on me is almost worse than getting my perfect butt kicked," Ranma definitely said. "Alright then, busters. We're friends, right? In that case, it's time for us to get to the benefits part of that friendship!"

As Ranma said that, she adopted a variety of seductive poses that changed on each word. In one instant she leaned back and hugged her knee. The next she was leaning forward with her shirt very slightly slipping off her shoulder. The next, she was turned around and peering back at them. You get the idea. Needless to say, but the sight of this cute, busty, curvy girl - guy! She's a guy! - was having a definite effect on both the boys watching her - him!

Their palms were already drenched in sweat and their hands were trembling something fierce. Thoughts of baseball filled their mind in a desperate attempt to stave off the erection. Nothing like a little gay panic to get a boy's hormones flying wild, right?

"Ah, what kind of benefits might those be?" Daisuke asked, desperately hoping and praying that he'd misunderstood what she meant.

"Sex, of course. Duh!" Ranma said. She put her hand on her hip and let the other trail down her side, drawing attention to her bare legs.Which the boys only now realised they hadn't quite gotten used to as they thought they had. "I think you're both a lot of fun, but I can hardly hang around a pair of virgins, now can I?"

Ambivalence can be defined as a distinct set of emotions that conflict with each other regarding the same thing. These two horny boys were, at the moment, positively drowning in it while Ranma strutted forward towards them, the perverted smile on her face seeming to grow wider and wider with each step she took.

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"Alright boys. You've got your babe spread eagle on the bed, giving you hot and steamy eyes that beckon you like a siren song. Do you A: Immediately nut all over her tits B:Give her a rough, rough dicking. C: Tenderly make love to her while whispering sweet nothings in her ear?"

This was the single weirdest case of blue balls either of these boys had suffered. Not entirely made better by Ranma's inexplicably costume change. Where had she found such snug fitting pencil office dress? Where had the stern rectangular glasses come from? And the blackboard, for that matter?

Gods above but neither of them cared all that much. They'd fight among themselves later what was the best design feature of that dress. The tightness around the hips, the low neckline, or the slit up the side that felt like it went alllll the way up but actually just stopped at Ranma's upper thigh.

Ranma tapped her pointer impatiently on the blackboard. Hiroshi raised his hand. "I nut all over her tits!" he said. With far too much enthusiasm. This earned him a whap to the top of the head from their new teacher.

"No, no, no. Remember? A girl in that kind of mood is looking for some nasty, torrid, creative, intense sex and has come to you to get it. Do you know the first thing about girls?"

Well, to be fair, Ranma didn't know much about girls in a general sense. Knew plenty about sluts, knew plenty about turning girls into nymphos, but didn't really know much else about it. The sad part though, is that Ranma's advice had already made these two knucklehead the supreme catch of Furinkan bachelorhood. Except Ranma, who was disqualified on account of being engaged to the three hottest girls in the area. Though once again that does exclude Ranma, who is disqualified for being a guy. She's a guy. She's a <i>guy</i> dammit!

"Girls like sex as much as boys," Ranma said. Suddenly, gender studies professors from all across the globe winced, and didn't know why. "Always make sure that they cum first, because guys can't stay as long!"

"My god, I never knew..." Daisuke mumbled.

"Get close to them first! Be friends before lovers. That way will open you up to more passionate heated sex when you get between the sheets!"

This onslaught of bad advice was still making these two idiots the best boyfriends in Furinkan. Yes, you should be feeling pity for the girls of Furinkan right about now. This is the level of standard they've had to deal with. Combine that with the Tendo sisters slutting it up, and you can kind of tell why a lot of them might be a little bit pent up.

"I had no idea the world of romance was like this!" Hiroshi said, standing up, starry eyed and looking to the heavens. Or the ceiling of the bedroom. Whatever, same difference. "If only I had known sooner. If only..."

"It's alright buddy, we can make up for lost time." Daisuke put his hands on Hiroshi’s shoulders, looking straight into his eyes, “We’ll rock this world… together!”

“Together!” Hiroshi said, tears streaming down his face. Their were faces very close. If one didn't know any better, one might swear these boys were just about to...

"Alright, enough theory! Time for a field lesson!" Ranma said, applauding and making the boys quickly jump apart. Neither seemed to notice exactly how gay the room had gotten there for a moment as the same thought passed through both of their minds.

"Field lesson?" they both said in unison and weren't remotely weirded out by. "You don't mean-"

"Sex!" Ranma said, grabbing them both by the shoulder before they even knew what was happening. "Like I said, we can hardly hang out if you two are still virgins, right?"

Here it was. The moment had arrived. They were about to get laid. Ranma, with her girl form curse, was about to rock their world. Both of them. At once. With his... her cute busty body. But he's a guy. But, feel that soft body pressing into their sides. Feel that sideboob in their arm. But he's a guy! It's a curse! Oh, but what a curse to have. M-Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Ranma seemed like a nice guy. They could trust him not to -

"Uh, why are we heading outside?" Daisuke asked.

"Oh shit we're going to get arrested for public indecency," Hiroshi whispered with a suspicious smile on his face when he said that.

"Will you two pipe down, I'm looking for ass - Hello! Booty detected!"

Ranma disengaged from the two boys, flowing away from them as if she was made of water. The boys started after her, but very quickly found their eyes tracking to Ranma's... everything as she strutted forward in that sexy pencil dress.

"She's a guy," Hiroshi said.

"I don't fucking care anymore," Daisuke said. Hiroshi sighed and nodded in agreement. Girl form Ranma was stupid hot. She was the sexual equivalent of an earworm. The harder you try to keep it out of your head, the easier a job it has of sucking your dick. Or something. The two of them had rather lost their train of thought there.

"Say, who's the babe Ranma's chatting up?" Hiroshi asked. That got Daisuke blinking. He'd become a bit oblivious to the presence of anything else with a pulse there for a moment. Just him, Ranma, Hiroshi in all the universe.

Sure enough there Ranma was with a babe. She was standing behind and rubbing the shoulders of an exotic beauty with long dark hair and clothes they'd never seen the likes of before. It was a sort of silk attire, almost like a robe with a low neckline and a piece of cloth sticking out of it. Her trousers were white, yet mostly translucent and tied at the bottom with golden bands. She was also walking around barefoot, and had a pendant hanging around her forehead.

"Nine out of ten, would have been ten before meeting Ranma," Daisuke said.

"I don't know, nine and a half at least..." Hiroshi grumbled.

"Oh, my heavens!" the mystery woman moaned. "Your backrubs are as divine as ever! The tension melts away as though 'twas ethereal!"

"And you're as big a flatterer as ever, Rouge," Ranma said, gently kissing her neck and making the beautiful exotic woman burble unintelligibly. "Now, I was wondering if you might do me a favour and help some friends of mine to learn how to satisfy a woman. Okay?"

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Some time back in China, Ranma had stumbled across a very interesting woman with a very interesting problem. Being Ranma, a generally upbeat and helpful person, she was quite happy to put some effort into helping her. Being Ranma as a girl, a magically created nymphomaniac, she was also quite happy to seduce her while doing so.

“Oh my heavens yes!” Three voices cried out at once, “Finally! Sweet, blessed relief!”

“This is just triple the fun I say.” Ranma said, running her fingers along Rouge’s back. “Man your curse is pretty cool, too bad it has this problem.”

“Oh you have <b>no idea</b> Rouge’s left head said. “The Godlike power, that can be fun. The back pain from six arms? Debilitating.”

“I can see some fun things you can do with six limbs though…” One of Ranma’s hands trailed down her back, “Gone on many dates?” Her hand brushed against Rouge’s rear, giving it the same massage her back had.”

“Noooo my curse, alas, scares most men off…”

“I’m not most men.” Ranma said, leaning in closer…

<b>”BOY! NOT AGAIN!”<b> Genma appeared from nowhere, slamming a log over his idiot nymphomaniac child.

Then the entire air suddenly ignited.

“HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY MY MASSEUSE!” The current incarnation of an angry god with back problems howled.

Ranma later gave her the “massage” her entire body needed, and then Genma got smote.

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"So, the two of you are Ranma's friends?" Rouge said, linking arms with both Hiroshi and Daisuke. She looked them over. Maybe it was a haze of running into Ranma once again, and receiving her blessed touch upon her always aching back... But these two did seem to be quite cute. "Well, normally I wouldn't, but... For those backrubs, I would do anything. Getting railed by two cute boys is an easy favour." Not like she had been able to get laid since the last time that bald idiot or suicidal panda took Ranma away from her.

"Alright guys! Remember what I told you!" Ranma waved. "You'll have her screaming and creaming in no time flat! Just, keep her away from cold water. Unless you're feeling brave and kinky."

The three of them disappeared inside, and Ranma let out a really cute and contented sigh. Nothing like a good deed done. "All three of them are in desperate need of this," Ranma said. "My god, Rouge might be a bigger nympho than I am. Especially if she goes into her cursed form. Who knew that absolute Godlike power would make her so randy?"

She then turned around and strolled away, off towards the Tendo house. "Plus, she's bound to get them doing stuff with each other, which will be super good for awakening their obviously deeply repressed bisexuality and mutual attraction," Ranma said. "I mean, they kept on staring at my boobs and muttering 'but he's a guy'. How obvious can you get?"

1. Rouge gets splashed. Proceeds to teach the two boys all they'll ever need to know about sex.
2. Meanwhile, Kasumi is giving Ryoga therapy to help him come to terms with the fact that he wants to rail Ranma, while being dommed by Nabiki. Preferably at the same time.
3. Ranma arrives home, Gets splashed by warm water. Pounced on by Akane and Nabiki.
4. Kuno is up to shenanigans.
5. Genma receives a letter from his wife.
6. Something else