Story: Dojo of Perversion

 

It might well be bad taste to cut away from Ryoga giving girl form Ranma a deep, thorough pounding - but why not take a look at what the Tendo sisters are up to at that very moment? After all, they too are perverts now, right? In fact, let's look in on Akane. What was she up to? Why, she was in the training hall,wearing her gi and - And throwing out a flurry of punches and kicks. Like a regular martial artist.

Hold on, hold on. Let's not leave her yet. Maybe in a second she's going to do something erotic. Let's see! A high kick, good good. A mighty "Kya!" let loose. And then - and then a straight punch, followed by a back elbow that would probably cripple a man if it landed. A block, followed by a knee right into where an average sized man's sternum would be, no doubt knocking the wind out of the invisible fella...

How awkward. I mean, here we are watching Akane go through a perfectly ordinary kata. Nothing erotic here at all, while at the Hibiki residence -

"I bet he's got her bent over a table right about now."

Yeah, that's the trick. That's almost certainly - Oh! Could it be? A ringer had arrived! Nabiki Tendo was lounging in the doorway, cooly inspecting her fingers while wearing a cheerleader uniform! That's it, Nabiki! Use that innate erotic talent! Tease us, please us, make this worth our while!

"Nabiki..." Akane growled. "Ranma can take care of himself."

Nabiki shrugged. "Himself, herself, I'm pretty sure they're both perfectly capable of satisfying Ryoga's needs."

Akane fumbled a kick, no doubt imagining a threesome between both forms of Ranma and Ryoga. Fucking hot is what it was. Appealing to all kinds of shippers.

"Well, it's up to Ranma then, isn't it?" Akane huffed. "I mean, we wouldn't have to worry about him corrupting us with the raw, overwhelming sexual power of his deep satisfying dick or his ludicrously curvy, slutty girl form, flaunting her assets all over the place and - "

"And maybe he'll stay with Hibiki," Nabiki suggested. "Is that what you're saying?"

"Hrm... No, I guess not..." Akane said. "I mean, look at what we've got going on. I once saw a guy crawl over broken glass to lick your thighs." A beat of silence. "Can I lick your thigh?"

"It'll cost you," Nabiki held out her hand for money. "Anyway, you think that Saotome will come back for us after getting a raw, deep dicking from the lost boy?"

"Yeah, duh! We're the hottest things in Furinkan, there's no way he won't come back and <i>ravage</i> us, day and night."

Nabiki started to laugh. It was the laugh of the wicked, claiming their revenge, by letting out a secret. Something the other person did not know. Could not guess at. Yes, indeed, it was the sort of laughter that surely originated in the foulest pit of hell, though it could not match the expression on Nabiki's face, nor the malevolence dripping through her voice when she turned to her little sister and said the following:

"Kasumi's been training him in how to satisfy a woman!" 

Nabiki's laughter continued, while Akane turned to stone on the spot. While Akane was still generally in denial of the fact that the three of them were big time, major pervs, there was still a strong part of her that recognised how bad that was. It meant that Ryoga had been given a very thorough education in pleasing pussy, because Kasumi? When she needed to do something? She got it done. Thoroughly. They were all like that, in their own way.

"Ah... Pardon me..." Akane said, moving like a robot. That is, if a robot was made of stone. "I just... remembered something... I have to take care of."

"Sure, sure!" Nabiki casually slipped away from the entrance, hands behind her head. "By the way, do you happen to know where, exactly, Ryoga Hibiki lives?"

Grk! Cracks appeared in the stone that Akane seemed to be made of. Obviously, not literally, that was just a metaphor for how she was feeling just now.

"Not to worry, you won't have to deal with Saotome ever again," Nabiki said. "He won't be able to lift you up and piledrive you on his dick." Grk! "Nor will he surprise you in the bathroom in girl form and use that cheeky tongue to drive you insane." Grk, grk! "Nor will he ever, ever drag you up to the school rooftop, lift up your skirt and give you a good, righteous dicking..."

Nabiki was rubbing her neck by now. A far off look on her face. Oh dear. It seems as though she'd turned herself on, there. The two sisters turned to look at one another. An unspoken understanding born between them. The need to find the home of the eternally lost boy, so they could get their man meat back. And maybe get a ride on the Hibiki train too, while they were at it.

"I'll check the phone book! There can't be that many Hibikis in the Furinkan area."

"I'll interrogate Kasumi! She might know something."

Ah, sisterly cooperation, isn't it grand?

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The relationship between Ranma Saotome and Ryoga Hibiki has always been viewed by shippers the same way piranhas might view a cow being held by a crane over their patch of river. There's a certain sense to it. There's always the yaoi-shippers, who will gladly pair up any main character with their rival. Toss in the fact that Ranma can switch genders?

Yum, yum, gotta eat that up! It doesn't hurt at all that Ranma's girl form is an extremely cute, extremely sexy shortstack that just so happens to aesthetically work next to Ryoga. A clueless meathead plus a tomboyish cutie? The appeal is off the charts! Even though the relationship obviously wouldn't work for various reasons.

Regardless, we're getting to see the good stuff here! That's right, it's back to the Hibiki residence, where things had moved inside after they'd formed a couple of craters out back. Fortunately, the Hibiki home had rather sturdier furniture, because the family was pretty crazy strong.

We join the pair in Ryoga's bedroom, with Ranma on top, back straight and hands above her head while she humped Ryoga like her life depended on it. Ryoga was flat on the ground, hands roaming her body. The two of them wearing a coat of sweat. It was less like they were working out their own mutual attraction, and more like they were throwing off the tension built up from everyone that ever shipped them, accumulated in a single moment. If you hooked up a generator to either of them, they'd be working so intensely at pleasing the other they could have powered the city block for a month.

The number of people either of them knew that could keep this pace going was: Nobody else. They'd been like this for hours now, in countless positions. Missionary? Sure. Doggy style? Absolutely. Mating press? Oh yes. If it had a name, they'd tried it. Not because they were ticking off a checklist or referencing any material, just because their mutual lust had motivated them to that point.

If anyone had been watching, knowing about Ranma's curse, they would be unable to reconcile the idea that Ranma was born male. The concept would be chased from their mind. Indeed, Ryoga was having trouble remembering that fact himself. She was so beautiful, so perfect, it had to be the magic of Jusenkyo at work. Such an angel existing on this plane without supernatural cause seemed impossible for him to accept.

"Ranma!" Ryoga yelled, grabbing her hips. "Because of you, I've seen heaven!"

He hit his limit, and shot his load inside her, not for the first time today... but it was the last. Finally, the two of them were spent, and collapsed into a heap, with Ranma resting her head on his chest and him wrapping his arms protectively around her. Both of them breathing heavily. Caught up in the moment, lusting after one another deeply even now.

"So, where do you wanna have your second date?" Ryoga asked, though to be more precise every second syllable should be replaced with a long deep breath.

"Second date...?" Ranma asked. "Ryoga, I think you have the wrong idea." Again, every second syllable, deep breath. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm looking for a man that can keep up with me."

"Oh," Ryoga said. "So... We're just sex friends?"

"More like sex rivals," Ranma said. "Come on. Now we've got that out of our system, how about we throw down a bit? A full proper spar then head back to the Tendos and... You know... Pick up there where we left off."

The old Ryoga would have been disgusted by this notion. He was a romantic soul. He thought he had a special connection with Ranma's girl form, and despite the circumstance he wanted to explore that relationship further. However... This Ryoga had been held captive by Nabiki Tendo. Trained by Kasumi. And had just finished a marathon sex session with Ranma. He wasn't quite in a romantic mood anymore. Not after all that.

Meanwhile, Ranma was thinking that her harem was growing by the size of one chunky hunk of meat. She couldn't wait to have a threesome between this idiot and either Akane or Nabiki. Her newly perverted nature shining through... Ooh, and they should definitely do stuff with his boy form, too! All it would take is one hot shower...