Story: Ryu Alone

 

There's a funny old saying: Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. For all of her life, Ryuunosuke Fujinami had wanted to be free. Free from her father. Free to express her true gender. Free from that asshole's gaslighting, bullying ways! Well, now she had it. Now she had exactly what she'd always wanted served up to her on a silver platter.

And she didn't feel like she'd <i>earned</i> it.

"I'm a chick! I'm a chick! I'm a chick!" she was yelling to herself inside <i>her</i> shop. <i>Her</i> home. On <i>her</i> floor, while riding Ataru Moroboshi's face. Humping against it so hard she ought to have given him whiplash. Or smothered him. Or something. But the boy just lay there taking it. Gripping onto her waist and making happy little sounds while Ryuunosuke worked out her frustrations.

She'd always figured she'd kick his ass. Make him give up. Run him out of town with her superior strength! Be the better man, so she could become a woman! That's the way it has always been. That's the way it was always supposed to be!

"I'm a chick! I'm a chick! I'm a chick!" her powerful thighs clenched together. Built up over a lifetime of hard work and running around after that damned old man! Ryuunosuke ran her hands down her curves, delighting in the fact that there were curves to be found. Large, round plentiful breasts, a slim waist packed with muscle, broad hips. Girly. Womanly. Feminine! "I'm a chick!"

Yet she didn't feel like one. How long had she been riding Moroboshi's face? She'd lost track by now. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her hair matted down. She wiped it off and made a twisty motion with her hips. She was a chick, but she still didn't feel like a chick. What did she need? What was missing? What was - 

There. Penis. Licking her lips, she climbed off the doofus underneath her. His eyes were glazed over. Tongue sticking out, flicking away as if trying to eat an invisible ice cream cone.

"Yo, Moroboshi!" she yelled at him. Then slapped his cheeks when he didn't reply. "Am I a chick?" Goofy laugh, quick and enthusiastic nod. Not enough. "Am I... a woman?" Even more enthusiastic nod. "Am I, you know, desirable?"

That got him to look squarely at her. Then down at his erect junk. Then back at her. There was a sort of 'the evidence speaks for itself' gleam in his eyes.  Well, fine then. Ryuunosuke took a deep breath, rolled over on top of him and then gradually lowered herself down, willfully letting him penetrate her with that member and - Fuck, it did feel good.

"I'm a chick!" squish! "I'm a chick!" squish! "I am absolutely a chick!" yeah! A man desired her as a woman! She grabbed his hands. Put them to her chest. He needed no further encouragement, groping away as if his life depended on it. This felt good! It felt great! A man desired her! They were doing the thing that a man and a woman did together! Sure, she was on top but that didn't matter at all right? She was lifting her hips and then thrusting down, meeting his and being recognised as an attractive, desirable, feminine woman!

"I! Am! A! Chick!" she yelled, and practically forced the climax from Moroboshi's body. That sent hers over the edge as well. She collapsed into him, or he into her, whatever. Breathing heavily. Affirming her gender. More importantly, being recognised as that gender...

And yet... "I'm a chick, dammit! So why don't I feel like one yet?!"

"Uh... was that to me?" Ataru asked. "I mean, if it was then you picked the wrong guy. I'm not any good with this kind of psychoanalytical -"

Ryuunosuke grabbed the side of his head and looked him in the eye.

"Sort this out for me, and you'll get a threesome between Lum and Miss Sakura by the end of tomorrow."

"So it's clear that your issues stem from your relationship with your father," Ataru said, producing a pair of glasses, a pencil, a notepad and - Did they have a couch like this? Huh! "With his absence, you are like a dog that caught its own tail - You no longer have a goal to pursue. Mankind is meant to pursue goals. It reminds me of Alexander the Great: I wept, for I have no more worlds to conquer. How does that idea make you feel?"

 How does it make her feel? "Feh, it's not manly to talk about your feelings -"

"You're not a man, though," Ataru observed. "There, you see? That is the root of your problem. It's funny - Whenever I heard feminists going on about toxic masculinity I thought it was dumb, but here you are, a living embodiment of it despite being a girl. 

Ryuunosuke blinked slowly while trying to process what, to her, sounded like a whole lot of nonsense. Unhelpful nonsense at that. "Sounds to me like ya ain't getting any closer to a threesome tonight!"

"Ahem!" Ataru coughed loudly. "I suppose the root of the problem is this: What sort of girl does Ryuunosuke want to be?"

What sort of - What the hell kind of question was that?! "A girl is a girl, right? Shouldn't be more complicated than that!"

"Yes, yes, but what sort of girl is there?" Ataru admonished. "It's like saying that candy is candy! There's all sorts of chocolate treats alone, with all kinds of flavours! And there's all kinds of girls too, all of them with their own charm! There's tomboys, gyaru, nerds, athletes, gossips, the naturally motherly, tough chicks, fashionistas -"

"Okay, okay, you made your damn point!" Ryuunosuke interrupted. "So...? What sorta chick should I be?"

"Depends, what sort do you wanna be?" Ataru asked. "To me, the best Ryu-chan is Ryu-chan! But you obviously want more than that, right?"

"There's gotta be more to it than that..." Ryuunosuke grumbled to herself.

"Well, there's one thing we could do to help you work it out," Ataru said. Huh? What's that? "We could always... have sex again!" She punched his stupid face in. "Or you could sit on my - " She punched him again. "Okay, okay, sensing some hostility here..."

"You'll be sensing more than that if you don't take this seriously!" Ryuunosuke snapped. "Urgh! Whatever. Put your clothes on and get out. I got a lot to think about now."

"... Do I get my threesome?" Ataru asked excitedly. Ryuunosuke shot him a look. "That wasn't a no!" Urgh! The sad thing was he would probably be the best lay from a boy she could get going.

Which led to another issue. She was having a lot of sex with chicks, wasn't she? That kinda felt like something a boy should be doing. She'd been justifying it to herself as checking out how girls behaved, but - Y'know, that was kinda an excuse more than anything else, wasn't it?

Truth was, she liked it. She liked it a lot. That was worrying, huh? Maybe she should try to buck that habit? Try hooking up with guys instead of chicks? Hrm. If that was the case then she'd have to let them down gently. Make it clear that she was trying to be more of a girly girl, not some pervy woman who slept with chicks! Right! Her mind was made up! She'd talk to those girls and get them to help her figure out what sort of chick she was meant to be! Then she'd tell them that she wanted to date boys instead of girls! Yeah! That was the trick! It was a good plan! The path of her new life was setting out in front of her!

Such a shame that she wouldn't be able to give up sapphic delights as easily as she assumed. And by such a shame, I of course mean 'god that's hot'.