Here's a newsflash for everyone: Girl form Ranma is here to get laid. Ever since acquiring this curse she'd gotten plenty of clam, and now she was after some thick, meaty sausage. Well, Ryoga was the lucky boy, in her eyes. They'd already fooled around the once, but that was ages back. Far too far back in her eyes. She wanted something more recent to remember and cherish and masturbate to on those cold lonely nights.
Yet here they were in Ryoga's back yard, where they were supposed to throw down all that time ago. This place had a special place in their history, huh? To Ranma's mind, that must be why Ryoga wanted them to bang out here.
"I hope you're ready," Ryoga warned. "I won't hold back."
Be still her beating heart! "I won't either!"
"That's good," Ryoga continued. He smashed his fist into his open palm, just like he was going to smash her in a little bit. "I know you can take a pounding, so I'll be sure to come at you with everything I have!"
Gosh, this pillow talk was really getting to her. "Enough talk, how about some action?"
Ryoga nodded, and then rushed forward with his battle aura flaring up. Oho? He wanted to really go at it, huh? This was definitely the sort of roleplay she could go for right about now! Ryoga wants to do it rough? Well, she was game for that!
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Part of Ryoga was cursing Ranma for using his cute girl form like this. Using her innate sex appeal to throw off an opponent! That cheeky wink when Ryoga moved in for the attack - how dishonest! How deceitful and manipulative! How... thoroughly, annoyingly effective!
Still, Ryoga swung that fist and hit only air. Ranma ducked her head around the attack pretty easily, then around Ryoga's followthrough as well. Fast. Very fast. Frighteningly quick. Then, without warning, Ranma's cute face was inches from his own, and her breasts were pressing up against his chest.
"What's the matter, Ryoga?" blink, blink. D-Damn, that's cute! "Would it be easier if I went over your lap and let you spank me?"
Ryoga went cross-eyed. He kind of did want to try that out - but no! Ranma was here for a duel, not for that! It made Ryoga want to beat himself up, not properly expressing what he felt towards this hot pigtailed idiot. But since beating himself up would be quite difficult, it would be all the more satisfying to get Ranma to do it for him!
If only Ranma wasn't trying to throw him off by pretending to flirt with him!
Remind me which of them is the idiot again? I've lost track.
"Gotcha!" Ryoga yelled, grabbing Ranma's shoulders with fearsome strength and - And what to do now? Maybe a suplex? Yeah, he should try a suplex! Leaning backwards, he tossed Ranma overhead - and in the process accidentally yanked her shirt off. Leaving her bare chested and gosh those were nice breasts.
Annoyingly - a word Ryoga realised he was thinking a lot today - Ranma effortlessly landed on her feet and stood there with hands on her hips, making no effort at all to hide that bosom. In fact, one might even call it a negative effort to hide them. She was practically putting a display case around them as though they were a trophy.
"Hey, hey! If you wanted a peek at the girls, all you had to do was ask!"
That's enough of that! If strikes and throws weren't going to get anywhere, then it was time to enter grappling! Ryoga tackled Ranma to the ground, one hand at her shoulder and the other at her waist. If he pinned her down, maybe got some sort of submission hold on, he could put an end to this right here and now.
Trouble was, his hand kept on slipping for some reason and he mysteriously found himself groping her chest. Yes. Mysteriously. It wasn't like Ranma would deliberately squirm in ways that would make Ryoga's grip slip like that, or that Ryoga actually really wanted to play with those boobs -
Actually, can we go back to that first one? That was actually in line with Ranma's strategy, so -
"Oooh, feeling handsy are we?" Ranma asked, and then somehow managed to snake her hand down towards Ryoga's junk. "I can play too, you know. Oooh, nice and hard already."
One would imagine that Ryoga would figure out that his assumption had been incorrect, and that he was about thirty seconds away from getting laid. Ranma was throwing out flags left and right, to the point it must make one wonder - does she need a parade? Does she need a blimp with a banner hanging under it? What would it take for Ryoga Hibiki to find a clue? A map certainly wouldn't do any good, he'd try reading the back of it. That's even before his usual direction sense kicked in and made him go the completely wrong way.
"Hold on, let me just sort something out here," Ranma said, then slammed her hand right into Ryoga's elbow, causing him to buckle a bit and giving her the room to flip them over so that now she was the one on top, and he was underneath her. "There we go. I think that's enough foreplay, don't you?"
"Foreplay?" Ryoga repeated back to her. Wait. Where did her trousers go? Ryoga felt oddly powerless to stop Ranma as she began to fiddle with his belt buckle. It might be something to do with the fact that his hands were on her boobs, and stopping her would mean taking them away.
"Yep! It's absolutely essential to make sure both partners are ready for the fun part, otherwise it's not so fun at all~" Ranma sang to herself, right as she finally freed Ryoga's erection. "Yum, yum! I found the meat! Now, Kasumi's been preparing this dish for the last few days, right? With Nabiki giving it a bit of seasoning too. Let's see how it ta~astes."
It was at this moment that Ryoga started to consider the possibility that he was about to get laid. Yes. The moment that his dick was out, aimed squarely at Ranma's very obviously dripping entrance, was finally the time for him to have that epiphany. Literally at the moment that it was no longer possible for him to ignore what was about to happen and oh gosh, Ranma was pushing her hips down, down, down, her pussy eagerly swallowing up Ryoga's cock. Gulping it in, wolfing it down, her inner muscles guiding it in like a penguin guiding a fish down its gullet. Except less sharp and more niiiiiiiice.
"Ooooh, yeah! Definitely needed some meat, and I got me a nice slice of beefcake! Wooo!" Ranma yelped, and began to enthusiastically bounce on Ryoga. "You like this, huh? Come on! Tell me! Tell me how much you like it, stud!"
Arrogant even when it came to sex. Ah! But Ryoga hadn't been training under Kasumi (and suffering under Nabiki) for nothing! Kasumi had taught him to pay attention to the woman he was with, and to react accordingly. That meant - that meant Ryoga had to go wild. He had to go rough!
As such, he rolled Ranma over and began to piledrive her into the dirt. As in, each thrust was causing dents in the ground beneath them. Any other woman would have suffered a pretty serious injury from that, but Ranma? Squealed in delight!
"Oh, baby! You know just what I want!" Apparently what Ranma wants is 'property damage causing sex'. This only served to encourage Ryoga, who was quite a strong lad with a tendency to show off exactly how strong he was when he got excited. As such, care and subtlety was smashed to pieces and he piledrove Ranma into the dirt so hard it caused a crater.
"How do you like that, Saotome? Behold! The fruits of my training!"
Meanwhile, next door to the Hibikis, the couple inside were listening to this and sighing to themselves.
"Honestly now, these youngsters today, so violent and carefree." Crash! Bang! Wallop! Scream! "Can't they settle their disputes in more peaceful ways?"
"I don't know, I think it's good for young boys to get it out of their system," the husband said. "A little tussle now and then is good for young men."
Let's just hope they don't look out the window anytime soon, their impression of what was going on out there might just shift a little...
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