Story: Pride and Joy

 

It was a good thing that Ranma had brought some stuff with him this time around, who knows how long he might be waiting here? Laying in an empty lot, waiting for the lost boy to show up. By the time he did, it might rain - which part of him was actually kinda hoping for, because then they wouldn't be fighting anymore~

No, no, no. Ranma shook his head. He'd been putting off his martial arts training way too much recently. Because he'd been <i>having so much sex</i>. Pounding pussy. Six different and unique flavours. The last thing he needed was to indulge in a bit of experimentation with his cursed form. What he should be trying to do was become stronger <s>so he could protect his treasure from those who would try to steal it from him.</s>

Which meant accepting this sparring challenge from Ryoga, so they could both keep their skill level up. Yep. That was the trick. There was absolutely no other reason for meeting up with him, that's why he was in his boy form and not his girl form, he even had a thermos with him just on the off chance it was needed, and then -

The ground underneath him trembled. An earthquake...? No, the other things around him hadn't moved. If it was an earthquake it was extremely local. Ranma put his ear to the ground to listen. There was definitely something going on down there, but what on earth could it possibly - 

Well, the question was answered before it could be asked, as out of nowhere the moving earth bulged up like a tent pitched in some guy's trousers, pushing up the blanket that Ranma had been resting on, sending him flying in the air. Dirt, dust and smoke billowed around the new inexplicable crater as Ranma tumbled around, until he landed on his feet in a defensive posture. A figure soon emerged from that crater, climbing out with head high as he asked - 

"Huh, where did I wind up this time?"

It was, of course, Ryoga Hibiki. Okay then. Deep breath, Saotome. Don't think about the intense dicking he'd given your girl form, to the point she had kinda sorta developed her own lewd personality that came out when she hadn't gotten off for a while. Instead, focus on more important matters, like - 

"Make a normal entrance next time!" Ranma yelled, kicking his dumb, sexy rival in the back of the head. "Urgh! You useless idiot. Late again!"

"Hello to you as well Ranma," Ryoga grumbled, keeping his back turned. "And I thought I'd made pretty good time for this duel."

Tsk! Whatever. Getting cross at Ryoga for getting lost was like getting cross at the sun for rising in the morning... or for the sky opening up and it pouring down, leaving him a girl, and of course, Ryoga had blasted that thermos across to the other side of the lot.

Which Ranma could easily get but it would mean taking her eyes off of Ryoga's tight manly buns...

Sparring, sparring, you're here to spar, you're here to spar! Focus, focus, focus!

"So, Hibiki, was that a new technique you used?" Ranma asked, struggling to keep the arousal out of her voice. "I take it that's the real reason you wanted to see me? Not because you're -"

"I am eager to try out this new technique, yes," Ryoga said. Oooh, now she was excited! A new martial arts technique! Yes, yes, yes! Focus on that, focus on that alone! That's what should have your undivided attention! "I'm not too confident with it, so I need to practise it in a battle like situation."

"Heh, alright then," Ranma shrugged. "I'll take it easy on you at first, let's see what this technique -"

"Defied Hog Howl!"

Ryoga had spun around while yelling that bizarre phrase, cupping his hands together, and... Nothing came out of it. Huh? Was that meant to do something? If it was then Ranma was kinda disappointed. Some new martial arts technique this was meant to -

Then, suddenly, the air in front of Ryoga's hands began to heat up, to the point it turned bright pink, like the flesh of a pig. To her startling amazement, the hot air blasted forward, striking Ranma full in the chest and, in turn, sending her flying back across the lot, tumbling hard into a wall.

"Ohhhh, yessss!" Ranma moaned, then caught herself. "I mean. What the hell was that?!"

"The Defied Hog Howl," Ryoga said. "I got it working! Alright, try coming at me again, this time I'll try to make it work faster!"

Ranma picked herself up and stalked across the lot, not sure what to make of that. An energy blast, huh? Okay. She'd been a bit sloppy there in her approach so she could see firsthand what this technique was all about. Now that she'd experienced it firsthand she should be able to easily <s>dodge</s> get hit by it again and again, then she could <s>pin Ryoga down and have sex with him</s> spar some more and more and more.

There, for example! Ryoga had let his guard down on his left side! Stupid, something like that was easy to exploit for someone like Ranma. Her speed was a fair bit faster than Ryoga's these days, he tended to make up for it by hitting like a truck and taking hits like a mountain. Heh! If this technique couldn't protect his sexy, handsome body from that then she -

<b>Ought to run immediately into his outstretched hands and let him land a hit.</b>

"Defied Hog Howl!" Ryoga roared, the hot pink energy flowing out of his hands and into Ranma's body, sending her flying yet again. Oohhh, this time she felt it! She felt... something potent, powerful and hot that made her feel <i>horny</i> and <i>hot</i> beyond all measure!

"Ah, seeing you fly like that makes me feel full of guilt," Ryoga groaned, putting the back of his hand against his head, indulging in his curse as a playboy. "Come here, sweet Ranma, and I shall kiss it better."

<s>That sounded great and they could follow up with a bout of doggy style</s>. "Nah, let's keep sparring!" <s>Huh? Wait, but she was soooo horny right now, why was she - </s> "I wanna see what this technique of yours can really do!"

"Alright, but try to dodge it this time," Ryoga said. He put his hands into the same position, and Ranma <s>dodged easily around where he was aiming</s> ran straight into it, and was immediately hit by another burst, which felt twice as good as the last time. Her knees were trembling by the time she landed, not from the impact, but because she needed something inside her, needed it now, and didn't care if she'd have to beg to get it!

Ah! What the hell was this? What was this stupid technique doing to her?! Why? Why couldn't she dodge? And why was she continuing to try to fight when, every time she stood up, she was more and more and yet still more desperate for a good hard lay?!