Have you ever had a lucid dream? That moment where you realise 'oh, this isn't real', and then you assume direct control and do whatever the fuck you want, because it's all in your own headspace so you're not hurting anyone, so why not go hog wild and let it all hang out?
Kodachi was having one of those moments right now. A mysterious, busty redhead had barged into her room and then left Kodachi hogtied. She said some things about BDSM - there was a blur of motion, and suddenly the intruder was lying on her stomach on the floor in Kodachi's bedroom. Kodachi herself was straddling the girl's waist. Whenever she moved to stand up, somehow the girl beat her to it and gently pushed her back down.
"Go ahead, I'm tougher than I look!" the girl said, wiggling her butt invitingly up at Kodachi. "Have a nice hard crack at it."
This had to be a dream. A very strange dream. A most peculiar dream where she had to confront her own sexuality and affirm that, yes, she was straight. On that basis Kodachi decided to make a giant cake appear in the form of Mister Turtle.
No cake appeared.
“What are you doing!?” Kodachi finally asked.
“Well, I mean, you don’t know where Akane is.” She said, (who’s Akane!?) “But you pretty clearly have some deeply repressed domination urges that, if not released in a healthy manner, would make you perverted.”
Kodachi looked up again, even more determined that this must be a lucid dream. And yet, still no croco-cake.
"Now the first important thing about BDSM is consent," the pigtailed girl said. She then reached back in an astounding display of flexibility, grabbed Kodachi's wrist, and forced her hand onto her posterior. "Without consent, it's not being a domme. It's being a bully."
"I don't want to be a domme!" Kodachi protested. Then the girl had the audacity to force Kodachi to smack her ass with the flat of her palm. It let out an admittedly satisfying sound, like a whip cracking out in the middle of her room. "I want you to leave me alone!"
"No, no, no! You're still -" the pigtailed girl then made Kodachi spank her again. "Not!" Another smack. "Getting." Yet still another. "It! You have to ask for consent before you domme someone, going right into denial play without the proper setup is far too cruel."
And this is where the other half of Kodachi's epiphany kicks in. Namely, the realisation that her initial realisation (that this was a dream) was completely mistaken and that this was, somehow, impossibly, reality. I mean, it really should be a dream. After all, glutes like these couldn't possibly exist in the real world.
"Anyway, I consent to you being my domme. I shall be your sub," the girl said. "My name is Ranma, by the way."
"Charmed, I'm sure!" Kodachi spat. "Listen, you slutty idiot, I don't know what your game is -"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ranma said, once again forcing Kodachi to smack that impossibly pleasing to both the eye and touch butt with each passing 'ah'. "First, safe word. Then insults."
"Safe word...?" Kodachi repeated back, fully and truly bewildered by all the surplus of 'what the actual fuck' that had mysteriously accumulated in her room. Which was especially strange because she usually delivered it to other people!
"You know, a phrase which means 'okay cut that out now'?" Ranma said. "I mean, part of BDSM is the sub pretending to not want any of it, so they'll beg and plead for it to stop already, but that should spurn the domme on instead... Until the safe word is said, and then the domme has to stop. Right away. Because it's not fun anymore. So? Got any suggestions for a safe word? I go for 'Asparagus' myself."
"Asparagus!" Kodachi repeated, seeing a possible way to stop this madness before it continued. "Asparagus, asparagus, asparagus!"
"There we go, that's the kind of enthusiasm a good domme needs," Ranma said. "That will be our safe word. Go ahead and abuse me all you like until you hear that safe word."
Alas, there were no brakes on this crazy train. Only another accelerator. A moment of silence, and only now could Kodachi take it all in. This weird perverted girl was... ludicrously strong. Touching her back revealed soft yielding flesh... laid over layers upon layers of hard muscle. This petite frame could probably suplex the building they were sitting in, and had already demonstrated speeds far beyond what Kodachi thought was possible for a human to manage... And more terrifying still, she had done so casually without breaking a sweat.
Though Kodachi sure was sweating. Her mouth was dry, which was the opposite state her palms were in. Checking her pulse, her heart rate must be quite high as well. While she was normally fully confident in her ability to handle anything, this situation was way over her head.
"Go on, you'll be surprised at what I can endure," Ranma said. "It's not healthy to repress your desires like this."
There was a hidden threat under that. Either Kodachi did 'something' to this girl, or the girl would 'make her' do something. So, with all of her strength, Kodachi reeled back her hand and lay a slap on Ranma's butt that echoed off the walls. It was the kind of smack you'd see in an especially dramatic moment on television, except the cheek being hit were in a lower location.
Ranma whimpered a little and squirmed on the floor. Kodachi gulped and tried again. And again. And again. And her hand was turning red while Ranma's tush was pristine.
"See? Doesn't it feel good to let out those domme urges?" Ranma asked. "So, tell me a little more about yourself. That'll help you relax a bit."
Relax?! Kodachi didn't want to relax! She wanted to flee this creature, this impish pest! However, the only way she could think of to do so would be... to play her game! To punish her until she backs the hell off!
"Hrmph! If you must know, I am Kodachi the Black Rose of St Hebereke! And I am their martial arts gymnastics prodigy!"
"Ooh, a prodigy! In an obscure and esoteric martial art!" Ranma said. "It's weird, but i find those are the people most in need of protecting from becoming perverts, you'd be amazed at how repressed people just like that can be."
Yes, yes. Quite so. Searching her room, Kodachi saw her ribbon, and reached for it. Ranma made no move to stop her from moving this time. Biting her lip, Kodachi decided not to risk going for the door. This really was the only way out.
"Ohohoho! Repressed, am I?" Kodachi asked, then lashed out at Ranma's pretty little back with her ribbon. "Are you sure you're not projecting, slutty imp? Are you sure it is not you who is repressed?"
"Hrmm... Nope, definitely not repressed!" Ranma said. "Oooh! Right there! Ah! I didn't even think you could do that with a ribbon! Ah! W-with all the sex I'm getting, there's no way I'm repressed!"
"Some twisted logic you have!" Kodachi sniffed, continuing her thrashing... which was having no effect beyond tiring her arm. "It reminds me of the logic my opponents try to use, when I attack them in their bedrooms! Ohohohoho!"
Do note, Kodachi was laughing because she was enjoying the memory of 'attacking in all fairness before the fight' and not because she was enjoying the act of whipping Ranma. At least that's what she was telling herself.
"You attack people in their bedrooms?!" Ranma gasped. "Oh! Goodness! It seems as though I have arrived too late. You're already a pervert!"
"Ohohohoho- Eh?"
Oh goodness gracious did something blot out the sun? There wasn't meant to be an eclipse today, was there? No. There wasn't. And there certainly wasn't meant to be a giant busty pigtailed girl towering over her with flames in her eyes, and her fist pounding into her open palm.
"I can't stand perverts!" Ranma said. "I smash them, I break them, I -"
"It's not perverted!" Kodachi shrieked, crawling backwards away from her tormentor. "It's - It's more like, I'm fighting them early!"
"Huh?" Ranma grunted. "Fighting them? Not sexng them?"
"No, no!" Kodachi said. "Ahahaha, there's nothing remotely erotic about it. I simply arrive in their room unanounced, scatter rose petals everywhere and smash them while they're in bed." She stopped for a moment to consider. "That wasn't a euphemism, I swear! I literally strike them with a hammer!"
"I see," Ranma said. "That is... even more repressed than I thought! For who else would sneak into a young maiden's room and scatter around rose petals, except for a pervert?"
Then Ranma seemed to shrink down, melting before Kodachi's eyes, until she was that busty shortstack lying on her stomach playing the role of sub. Or was that domme? At this point Kodachi wasn't sure anymore.
"Ohhh, please stop punishing meeeee!" Ranma moaned, in a display that Kodachi could confidently call the worst acting she had ever witnessed. It was so bad that even in her current state of <i>absolute fucking <s>arousal</s> fear</i> she could tell how terrible that was.
The ribbon hadn't worked. Spanking her hadn't worked. Next, she picked up a hoop and - and ran it up and down the girl's spine, parking it in the crack of her ass. She tried tying her up with ribbons. She used the hoop to suspend her from the air. She - She tried smacking her breasts with club, then liiiiicking them until her nipples were nice and swollen.
Would nothing break this deviant? Would nothing phase this minx? Would nothing on this earth that Kodachi could think of make her <s>break for Kodachi</s> say the safe word to put this to an end? <s>She hoped not, this was so much fun!</s>
Then... she looked at the club's handle, and ran her tongue down it. Ah! Ah, yes! She knew exactly what to do. She knew exactly what would put this to an end.
That is to say, putting this to <b>her</b> end. Kodachi put the club in her mouth and crawled along towards Ranma, eyes on the prize. She forced the girl's legs apart, pulled the club out of her mouth and held it aloft. "Open wise! Ohohohoho!"
"Asparagus!" Ranma said, then hopped up to her feet. "There we go, doesn't that feel better?"
Kodachi was frozen in place, holding aloft her club. Huh? What?
"Sorry, nobody puts stuff in there except Akane, or those approved by Akane. She has first dibs on my pussy and all other cavities on my person."
“Who… who is Akane?” Kodachi finally asked in haze.
“My future wife, duh.” Ranma said.
“But.. you’re a girl?”
Ranma produced a thermos out of nowhere, tipped its contents over her head and that was a penis. That was a penis. That was a penis attached to a total and complete hunk of a slab of man-meat. The effect was somewhat ruined by him still being partly dressed up in a very cute feminine outfit, but he didn’t seem to mind.
"So, you keep on working on those domme tendencies," the handsome boy said. The handsome boy... that she didn't feel any attraction to beyond a realisation that he was physically attractive. "If you keep on repressing them you'll become a pervert. That's the last thing you want, right?"
"R-Right?" Kodachi whimpered. Where did she go? Where did that seductive imp skitter off to?! "C-Could you please become a girl again? The sight of you in that... girly outfit is making me feel a little perverted."
"Huh? Oh! Sorry!" Ranma said, then empited another thermos over her head. She wasn't the only one getting moist. "Gotta go, gotta find Akane. Bye bye!"
"W-wait, no!" Kodachi yelled, but too late, for Ranma had gone. "Oooh, fiddlesticks! I didn't even get to break her."
- Nabiki has just finished having her world rocked by Kuno.
- Ranma manages to find Akane and she is very frustrated that she wasn’t here to be sexed five minutes ago.
- Kodachi tries to deal with her new fetish.
- Something else
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