Story: Pride and Joy

 

Is it fair to have your life decided for you when you're six years old? Is it fair for the decision of a dumb pair of adults to set your future in stone for you? Is it reasonable for a cute girl to throw herself into something for the rest of her life because of stupid idle gossip?

Ukyo Kuonji felt like she'd blinked and skipped ten years. Here she was, all of a sudden, grown up and running her own small business. A semi-successful okonomiyaki restaurant, where the love in each bite brings paying customers back. Mostly the lunch crowd, obviously, but you never know when someone will want a quick bite.

She'd met up with Ranma again. Remembered why she had that stupid crush on him in the first place. Then got a chance to ride his dick. His enormous, supernaturally, ridiculously huge dick. Even now, she had to brace herself and take several deep breaths, leaning against the wall while the memory of it woke things in her pussy. Hooo! Hoooo! Breath, girl. Breathe! Just because your pussy has been moulded to the shape of his dick, that doesn't mean you can't control yourself.

"Stupid Ranma and his stupid irresistible magic dick," Ukyo grumbled to herself. She was in a bad mood with him, you see. Spoiling her sauce of ten years like that and not telling her! The cheeky little - Ooooh! She was so angry at him! So impossibly angry that she oughta - 

Her hand trembled as it reached towards the sauce jar. That had been a mistake. Giving him a blowjob while his dick was covered in that disgusting sauce had an interesting effect on her. One that she truly, honestly wished it had not. Nnnrgh! Now she associated it with pleasure instead of pain and shame! It was so hard to resist, especially when she was as horny as she was! Thighs clenched together, threatening to ruin another pair of panties. Hell, at this rate she'd ruin her trousers too!

It was all Ranma's fault. Everything in her life was, in one way or another, Ranma's fault. Meeting Tsubasa? Because Ranma ran off, the girls made fun of her, so she ditched her femininity, attended an all boys school and met the creep there! Yep, he'd had such a formative effect on her life, that she could blame everything on him, through a similar causal chain!

There was just one problem with this malice. It couldn't possibly last against this wave of arousal. First chance she got she was gonna spread her legs wide open and welcome him in, and that fact kinda pissed her off.

"Can't I even get annoyed at him?" Ukyo asked aloud. "Or about those girls for all getting bigger boobs! Urgh, honestly, the things I have to put up with as a piece of Ranma's treasure..."

For a fleeting moment it felt weird to refer to herself like that. A piece of treasure, that had been hoarded by Ranma. Something for him to keep in his possession, to belong to him. Rather than being his girlfriend, wife, or even part of a polyamorous relationship, Ukyo thought of herself as something sparkly shiny and beautiful that belonged to Ranma.

Kinda fucked up when you put it like that but there you go.

Ukyo pulled herself away from the damned sauce for the time being. Hrmph! They were all off at the beach today trying to resolve this watermelon island nonsense. It was a slow night, she needed to head out to get some fresh air. Yeah, that was the trick, clear her head.  Get out of this restaurant, away from the sauce, and try to regain some measure of control over your life.

Step one: Find a time machine. Step two: Travel back in time ten years. Step three: Remember how good Ranma's dick feels, then slink off back to your own time, leaving the past unchanged. Step four: Ride that dick until you forget the shame. Step five: Ride that dick some more. Step six: Keep on riding, keep going, don't stop until step one hundred...

"Oof!"

Oops! Ukyo hadn't been watching where she was going, her mind had drifted off into more pleasant places. Like sex with Ranma. Urgh! Come on girl, get a grip!

"Sorry, sorry!" Ukyo muttered to herself. This guy was a travelling salesman by the look of it. He'd dropped his briefcase full of wares, and a few things had fallen out. She reached down to help him pick it up - only for her wrist to be grabbed. "Hey, I was gonna help you -"

"Maybe, young miss, I can help you!" the salesman said, peering into her eyes while the two of them were squat down on the road. Given how eerie his eyes were, she'd really rather he didn't do that. "I make it my business to help the forlorn, and from the look on your face you certainly qualify!"

"Gee, thanks a lot," Ukyo grumbled. She yanked her hands free and stood up. This guy probably bumped into her on purpose in an attempt to make a sale. "Whatever you're selling -"

"How about these paper dolls?" the salesman asked, holding up a pack of twelve.

"Now I'm really not interested!" Ukyo yelped. "Clear off! I'm not buying!"

"Write a command on them, stick them on someone's back, and they'll do anything you want."

Anything you want. Anything you want. <i>Anything</i> you want. First off, that's kinda bullshit. If something like that existed in the world then someone could easily take over. Holy crap the things you could do with that, why would you even bother trying to sell it? Someone willing to use them could easily just... you know, make someone give them money or perform some service for free.

Not that Ukyo would do that, she was a good and upfront businesswoman, who would absolutely pay her way fair and square. That's why she had grabbed one of those paper dolls and written 'sell for half off' on it before trying to slam it into the guy's back.

Alas, his reaction times were pretty good, and he had already grabbed another doll, no doubt intending to force her to pay full asking price. He must be used to customers trying to do that. Zipping around like that, trying to make her pay full price! How stingy, how mean, how telling that he didn't feel confident in his ability to make the sale! Though at the same time, it told Ukyo that he really did believe in his product, so this stuff probably did as asked!

"Where do guys like you even find this stuff?" Ukyo demanded.

"That's a secret," came the reply. Suspicious! Very suspicious! Ukyo narrowed her eyes, and then - Threw out a spatula towards the guy's foot, which he leaped over with suspicious dexterity given his obvious weight and girth. "Why don't you try buying our product and look into it yourself?"

"Our product?" Yeah, Ukyo caught that one. She pulled out a bag of flour and tossed it into the air before slicing through it with a spatula. "You had my interest. Now you've got my attention. Who is 'our'?"

With visibility low, Ukyo jumped around with the paper doll in hand, rolling towards where he ought to be landing. Except he wasn't there. What? She'd made careful note of where he was falling, had he changed direction in mid-air? In which case - 

"Sorry, you won't be finding out anytime soon," the salesman said, suddenly behind her, and slamming a hand down onto her back. "Kukuku, now buy our product, young miss. I'm sure you'll put it to excellent - Huh?"

When the flour settled, the truth was revealed. He hadn't slapped the doll into Ukyo's back. He'd slapped it into her enormous battle spatula, which Ukyo was already holding there. She then flicked it up, causing it to catch under his chin, sending him sprawling to the ground, where he managed to catch and right himself before Ukyo turned, grinning to herself.

"Urgh!" the salesman spat. "Cheeky girl. I see, you blocked it because you thought I might get behind you."

She replied by bringing the spatula down onto him - which he blocked with both his arms crossed in front of him. This guy was definitely a martial artist! From the way he was moving, that was probably some kinda stuffing under his coat to make him look like he was heavier than he really was! Still, Ukyo had trained against the raging ocean, she wouldn't lose this easily!

"So? What will you do with ten mind controlling paper dolls?" the salesman asked. "Don't tell me it's something faux noble, like keeping them out of the hands of others? Surely you have something in mind for them already!"

"Yeah, I kinda do!" Ukyo said. She stepped forward, really leaning into the spatula, pushing him back. "But you ain't gonna care about it!"

"I'm not showing you my back, no matter what!"

"Don't need you to," Ukyo said. "Hey, what's that over there?"

"You think I'm going to fall for - " the salesman replied, then bumped into the wall behind him. The wall where Ukyo had stuck a paper doll with a piece of dough. "For... Uh... These paper dolls are half off!"

There we go. 5000 yen for a set of ten mind controlling dolls, plus one that already had 'pay 10,000 yen' written on it. Gonna sit tight on that one, keep it for a special occasion. For now though, she was going to - Watch as the salesman bounced up onto the rooftop and ran off with his tail between his legs.

"Darn, wanted to get some answers out of him," Ukyo snapped her fingers. "Oh well. Guess I'd better make good use of these."

At the very least, this cute piece of treasure had cleared her pretty head.