Monday, 19 April 2021

Story: Dojo of Perversion

 

 
Rouge was quite excited to see this. While she knew full well that Ranma's girl form was extremely flexible, athletic and had bottomless reserves of stamina she had little idea of what his boy form was capable of. He was certainly more handsome than she had imagined. Compared to the cute busty shortstack, it was astounding how much - yet also how little - he had changed from the curse. A few harder edges, a little taller and with broader shoulders, but enough of a similar facial structure that it wasn't hard to see it was the same person. Or maybe siblings. Hmm… Rogue wondered what a massage from the boy half would be like...

As for Akane... Cute, though not as cute as Ranma's girl form. That was quite the high bar to cross, it must be said. Still, something about her spoke to Rouge as a kindred spirit, and she dearly hoped that they could be as close as she was with Ranma. She certainly looked delightful in that gi, like a little balled up manifestation of pent up frustration waiting to burst. Delicious.

"What do you know about how Ryoga fights?" Akane asked. The best way to set the tone, really. Whatever preparation they did would have to depend on Ryoga's fighting style. Professional fighters usually have teams who pour over their upcoming opponent's previous fights searching for weaknesses, vulnerabilities, potential tactics that could be exploited for the purposes of helping their fighter come up with the most effective training regime.

"He's a pretty straightforward guy," Ranma said after a moment of thinking. "Lots of power, from what I remember. Stamina through the roof, could probably outlast me if we really went for each other. He's not as flexible as I am, but if he got me to the ground he'd have little trouble pounding my lights out."

Rouge and Akane shared a look, each wondering if Ranma had invoked such imagery on purpose.

"What about his technique?" Rouge asked.

"Ah, like I said he's pretty straightforward," Ranma shrugged. "I think he'd just try to pound your lights out with overwhelming force, and that substitutes for any real technique. If you let him get on top of you, getting control again would be just about impossible."

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Ryoga was on top, but he didn't feel in control at all. Here he was, holding onto Kasumi's soft welcoming body with as much strength as he could use without hurting her, thrusting his engorged member into her wet, drenched, amazingly tight pussy and he didn't feel in control in the slightest. It wasn't as if she was commanding the tempo. She couldn't if she tried. Her body wasn't nearly strong enough to make Ryoga do anything he didn't want to do.

And yet, everything sort of felt like it was her idea. Be it kissing her breast, running his hand down from her butt to her thigh, or even the pace he was fucking her at. It still felt like her idea from start to end. She was controlling him with gentle touches, rather than rough. A soft caress of his bicep, a stroke at the back of his head, the heel of her foot rubbing up and down behind his knee. Little things like that made him feel as though he was being guided along irresistibly but gently the way that Kasumi wanted.

Though her greatest trick was that she was making him want to surrender control in the first place. It felt great. In fact, it felt amazing! Why would he want to resume control when yielding it felt so much better?

"Very good, Ryoga," Kasumi patted him on the head. "You're learning quickly. But now, imagine that I was Ranma."

The mere utterance of that name was too much for him, and Ryoga climaxed inside Kasumi on the spot. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, while she hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Oh dear," she sighed, rolling him over so that now she was the one on top. Impossibly, he felt erect again already. "It seems as though you'll need more training than I thought."

<hr>

Akane coughed into her hand and blushed, no doubt trying to banish the image of Ryoga pinning down male form Ranma and pounding him. Or saving it for later use. Hard to say really.

"If that's how he fights, then you'd be best focusing on a hit and run style of fighting," Akane said. "Better still... If you could learn to take a punch from him and then surprise him with a counterattack, that would be even better. You'd be able to pound him instead!"

Ooh, that was a nice image! Ranma on top of Ryoga! Hrm... In Rouge's estimation, that was hot, but Ryoga on top of male form Ranma was nice... Though girl form Ranma on top of Ryoga was definitely the best.

"You got something in mind?" Ranma asked.

And then Rouge's day got much, much better. Why wouldn't it? After all, Akane had just reached into the storage space beneath the training hall and pulled out a few training tools. Whips. Handcuffs. Chains. Collars. The mere sight of them set Rouge's tongue to run circles around her lips with anticipation. It was so... naughty and deviant. Yet also brilliant.

Ranma though, he was backing away. "Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Trust me, this is for your own good," Akane said, casually flicking the whip and making it crack in the air in front of her. "Ryoga's not going to hold back in a fight, so you'd better be ready to take anything he can dish out."

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Ryoga was at his limit. Kasumi had bested him. She had broken him. He'd had enough sex to last a lifetime already, but... he couldn't bring himself to stop. It was like his stomach was full to bursting while there was a delicious intoxicatingly delicious banquet still in front of him.

Except that banquet was taking the form of a Goddess, riding atop him. Beautiful, divine, with an ideal womanly figure. Soft, curvaceous, her bright smiling face brimming with empathy and arousal. Her firm, large breasts bounced vigorously with every thrust she made. It was strange, she clearly had much less strength than him, and seemed to be putting forth much less effort, yet each thrust, each bounce on his dick felt much more impactful - as in, a hundred times more - than his own strongest thrusts.

"Now Ryoga, don't give up now," she said, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands onto her breasts. He no longer had the strength within him to resist. It took everything he had to grip onto her bosom, to feel its weight and heft, the silky soft warm skin. "Do you honestly believe that Ranma will be satisfied with only this much?"

Out of nowhere, a second wind caught his sails. Ryoga grunted his understanding, and found new strength deep within. Ranma. He imagined her there. That pigtail bouncing in place of Kasumi's ponytail. Her breasts, her skin, her smiling face... If Kasumi was a Goddess, then it made Ryoga wonder what lay above them, for surely Ranma's girl form was at that level.

"I... Won't... let her down!" Ryoga sat up, sliding his hands down around Kasumi's waist, and started to meet her thrusts with his own. He would do it! He would learn how to satisfy her, and show her the greatest pleasure she'd ever know in her life!

<hr>

It's only natural that the training session would turn out this way. Anyone could see it coming from a mile off. It's why Ranma had initially protested, it was why the girls were so insistent on travelling this route to begin with.

"Dodge!" Akane yelled, cracking her whip while Ranma danced around the room. Rouge had had enough. She sighed, and put her hand on Akane's wrist before she went even one step further.

"Akane, this really isn't appropriate," Rouge said.  The girl was breathing heavily, eyes glazed over, focused on Ranma to the exclusion of everything else. "You need a little bit more flexibility in your wrist to make it crack properly."

Ranma's face went pale when Akane cracked her whip again. This time, the crack had a lot more pop to it. Better. Much better! That subtle alteration in technique made all the difference.

"Yipe!" Ranma yelped, barely dodging the whip. But he didn't dodge Rouge's, which hit him right on the butt!

"Rouge! You should be more careful!" Akane suddenly said. "Since we're building up his pain tolerance, we have to take aim for his vital points. If we were only playing with him, I would have brought out the paddles."

"I get the feeling you girls are playing with me as is!" Ranma protested.

"Shush dear, we're bonding," Akane said. Then whipped him in the chest, right above where his nipple probably was. "Besides, don't you think that Ryoga's going through intense training as well?"

"Hrm, yes..." Rouge mused. "To challenge another to combat, one must be ready in body and mind. No doubt he is enduring intense, stressful training to ensure he is as prepared as can be. Something like this should be child's play compared to that."

<hr>

Ryoga Hibiki was known as the eternally lost boy, and not without good reason. He couldn't find his way to the other end of a straight corridor if someone was directly pointing at the exit the entire time. Regardless! He had performed a miracle, finding something that many men go their entire lives without ever hoping to discover.

"My G-spot!" Kasumi moaned, finally showing signs of exhaustion. "Oh! Oh my! Ohhhhh myyyyyy! With such force, suche strength, you're dragging my climax out of meeeee!"

And then, a sight almost as beautiful as Ranma came before him. Kasumi tendo's eyes rolled back in her head, her innocent seeming (yet also quite filthy in reality) tongue flopped out the side of her mouth and her smile, or more precisely her entire expression went out to lunch. Her mind wasn't there right now, it was enjoying a nice sandwich on a beach in Hawaii, while her body was still there atop Ryoga, limp, listless and quivering.

Ryoga gently pulled her off him and said a silent "Thank you, sensei," before placing her gently on the floor. "Ranma Saotome, I am now prepared for our date. I will satisfy you in a way that no other man could! Because of you, I have seen heaven! Ranma Saotome, prepare to fuck!"


  1. Ranma's training continues, while Ryoga runs into Nabiki.
  2. Date time! Ranma arrives as a man.
  3. Or... as a woman.
  4. Genma receives a letter from the worst possible source. His wife.
  5. Something Else


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