Story: LS Mariko

 

 
It was weird, but Nabiki was actively having to avoid giving in to the urge to skip as she made her way to her new Captain's home. While her basic core personality was intact from... whatever they'd done to her, she felt full of pep, full of life and excitement and big girlish energy.

It would disgust her quite a bit. If she was able to stop smiling. Kinda creepy. But also <i>hot</i>. Looking down at herself she was wearing perfectly ordinary clothes from her wardrobe. Cute green jeans and a striped shirt.

The jeans felt... off. Maybe she should have picked out a skirt instead? Too late now. She'd put this on to try and keep a low profile, but... The further she got away from her home, the close she got to the Captain's, the more that urge rose. Wear a skirt. Pleated. Tiny. Show off her L-E-G-S. She'd be cute. Pretty. Sexy.

But even though that urge was growing stronger, it paled in comparison to her curiosity to meet the woman that could do <i>that</i> to Ranma and Akane. And, she supposed, by proxy do this to her.

Nabiki was not the sort to think of anyone as 'superior' to her in any way. But being able to make those two act all girly and hot and into each other? That was definitely worthy of her utmost respect. She almost couldn't wait to see what would happen when they met.

Which was going to be within the next minute, as she was now standing outside the address that she'd been given. Alright. Keep it cool. You're the Ice Queen of Furinkan. You're the Ice Queen. Keep it together. Keep it together. It's easy, all you have to do is keep your breathing steady, your attitude relaxed and - She wasn't keeping it together, she wasn't keeping it together. Any second now she was going to come face to face with the genius that mindfucked Ranma and Akane so hard they became ditzy lesbian cheerleaders, how could any girl keep it together in the face of -

"H-E-Double L - O! Please could you call me Mar-Ik-o!"

Badumf. That wa sthe sound of Nabiki's shrivelled icey heart beating in her chest. God, she ws so... cute. Weirdly, now that she was seeing this Mariko Konjo in the F-L-E-S-H, all of Nabiki's concerns were melting away.

Might as well get into the swing of things.

"Well I'm N-A-B-I-K-I, and why are you staring at my thighs?"

She'd been intending a different rhyme there with the spelling of her name, but the question had popped into her mind half way through. Mariko's gaze flicked up from Nabiki's legs up to her eyes, and the sexy cheerleader grabbed Nabiki's hand, pulling her inside with surprising strength.

"Oh. My. God!" Mariko gasped. She closed the door and then dropped to her knees, carefully studying Nabiki's legs. "They're, like, not as athletic as your sister or Ranma's, but these legs are sublime. Supple, slender, they look longer thant they actually are. These are the legs of a M-O-D-E-L!"

Nabiki responded the only way she could. An incoherent lustful moan. The mere act of being touched by this girl was definitely making her forget why she'd ever found boys attractive. Mariko popped up to her feet and began to circle around Nabiki, doing the occasional kneelift and spinning her baton around with one hand, the other resting on her hip.

"Coach was right, you're perfect for the team," Mariko said. "You give off, like, a totally different vibe, and a team made up of the same type is a team with a totes obvious weak spot. That slender body, that cool demeanour. Hrm, yeah, I was gonna have you try out in a skirt, but... booty shorts. Definitely booty shorts. Snug and tight and hiding nothing! How's that sound, Nabs-chan?"

"N-Nabs-chan?" Nabiki sputtered. Okay, step it back a little. Something about this girl's mere presence was making her want to indulge in literalyl every lustful thing she'd ever thought of in her life all at once, but - Hell, Nabiki had the feeling she was going to get the chance to do that sometime in the near future. There was still that part of her that desperately wanted to regain control over the situation.

As the rest of Nabiki wanted to see Mariko squash that part like a bug and make it her bitch, Nabiki decided to indulge in it for a while.

"You're being a little presumptuous, aren't you?" Nabiki asked. "Before I join the team, I'd like to hear a bit more about your end G-O-A-L!"

Oh gosh that felt so much fun to do. In the middle of her sentence, Nabiki felt that urge creep into her out of nowhere, making her fistpump the air with alternating hands while rocking her hips back and forth in time to herself spelling out that simple word. Mariko seemed pleased by the performance, nodding along and smiling.

"I don't have a goal, really," Mariko said. She stopped spinning her baton and let it rest under Nabiki's chin, slightly lifting her head. "I just want a team of super cute cheerleaders. The best team possible, and you're exactly what we need."

"That's it?" Nabiki asked, genuinely surprised. "You just want a team of H-O-T babes fawning over your every move while dressed in skimpy cheerleader unif- Oh, duh, that makes total sense."

Mariko nodded enthusiastically. Indeed, it made total sense. Maybe she hadn't guessed that because of how overtly perverted it was? Well, that seemed to be about it. In which case, it was time to indulge that naughty little resistant side of hers a little more. Push Mariko into showing what she's made of. And if she can't - Well then, she's not truly worth Nabiki's time after all, now is she?

"What if I said that I was only pretending?" Nabiki asked, coy and cool as ever. "What if it was a ruse to make you reveal everything?"

Mariko cocked her head, seeming genuinely amused by that remark.

"What if I threatened to go out there and tell everyone what a pervert you really are?" Nabiki threatened, casually, cooly, like she'd done a hundred times before to other, stronger martial artists. "How would you stop me from doing that?"

At first Mariko didn't do anything but titter, and continue an idle, slow cheer routine. "If you tried to stop my fun, by running out telling everyone, then Nabiki'd better run. 'Cause Mariko would find that cold, a threat like that being told, after she went and bore her soul."

Nabiki backed away towards the door, at first slowly, but then running. Right as she had her hand on the doorknob, Mariko said something else.

"And then Mariko would have to show Nabiki the true horror behind cheerleading martial arts."

A pompom bounced off the door, and somehow Nabiki found herself holding it instead of the doorknob. So when she turned and tried to open the door, she found herself turning around instead. Then, Mariko's baton flicked at Nabiki's crotch, somehow undoing her jean button and undoing her fly in a single move.

"What the...?" Nabiki gasped as her jeans fell to the floor. She reached down to grab them, and suddenly found her other hand holding onto a pompom. That she couldn't let go of for some reason. "H-hey, what's the meaning of -"

Mariko was suddenly behind her, and kicked the back of Nabiki's leg to make her do a high kick that sent her underwear flying across the room. She was a little embarrassed to note that it was thoroughly drenched, but that embarrassment only lasted a moment before Mariko's baton whirled again, grabbing her shirt from the bottom and yanking it over her H-E-A-D.

"Cheerleading is so much fun!" Mariko chanted, staying behind Nabiki no matter how she tried to turn and dodge away from her. That damned baton pressed into her back, and Nabiki's bra fell to the floor leaving her totally and completely naked. "So much fun for everyone!"

Oh fuck. Oh fuck this was so fucking hot. This is how she did it, this is how she got them. SHe used cheerleading martial arts to lewd them into submission. Every time Nabiki tried to make any move, any at all, Mariko was there to nudge her into moving the way she wanted to, however she wanted, making Nabiki cheer while completely and totally N-U-D-E.

"So, any other questions?" Mariko asked, whispering it right into Nabiki's ear. "Now that I've gone and broke your mould, Nabiki's turn to bear her soul. Because when push comes to shove cheerleading's about what you love!"

"C-A-S-H!" Nabiki cheered. "Give me cash, give me dough, give me green and make it flow!"

"Tee hee, greedy girl, huh? You love the money, honey? By the time we're through wit what's in store, you'll love to cheer so much more."

Part of Nabiki had kind of hoped she'd have finished that rhyme with 'and soon you'll be my little whore,' but that would imply she basically wasn't already. She was already grinding her body back against Mariko's trying desperately to get as close to her as possible.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and as such Mariko slunk back away leaving Nabiki pathetically whining at the lack of contact.

"Now, before we fit you for your uniform, I wanna see you limber up!" Mariko instructed. "Coach would tell you, you always limber up before you do some training. Especially for a non-athlete like you."

"I do yoga in my spare time," Nabiki said. "In my room, or the training hall when nobody is using it."

Mariko had a sharp intake of breath. "Alternate cheering uniform," she said. "Yoga pants. Tight, snug fitting yoga pants." Her baton slapped against Nabiki’s rear. "If you can do yoga, let me see. Maybe we can incorporate it into your cheer routines."

"Yes, Captain! Right away, Captain!" Nabiki saluted, titering slightly before catching herself. Ooh, almost went full ditz there. But Mariko wasn't looking for a ditz, was she? No. She seemed to like Nabiki for her cool aloof air. Which meant she should do something like... "Only because you asked. Try not to enjoy the show too much, alright?"

"Don't worry," Mariko said, sitting on the floor and making a big show of crossing her legs, leaning back while staring down Nabiki's naked body. "I don't think it is possible to enjoy this <i>too</i> much."