It was just another day of waking up at dawn for a sparring match with the Old Man. It had become part of the ritual to do it around and over the koi pond. It was getting old, but Ranma knew that there were worse that could happen to him than being dunked its cold water every morning.
"Ha, ha! What fun it'll be! I must be there when Ranma finds out!" Happosai laughed, dancing on the rooftop. And he was doing it near his and his pop's bedroom window.
"What's he doin' up so early? He should be asleep after spendin' the night stealin' girls' underwear," Ranma frowned, his danger sense sounding an alarm. Without thinking, he stepped aside from his pop's attack. It was him, not Ranma, that splashed into the pond.
"Oh? Ranma!" The Old Goat jumped from the roof to land near him. "Are you ready for a real sparring partner?" He, like Ranma, ignored the panda's signs.
Any time, any where, Ranma was about to boast, but didn't. Like the Old Ghoul, Happosai were near the limits of his ability to cope. He had to be up to something to challenge him out of the blue. "What, no pipe?"
"Why would I want to throw you away?" he leered at the boy. The creeps did not begin to describe what Ranma felt. It was the opening the - really - dirty old man needed, as he launched his attack.
Ranma blocked and moved away from the pond. "I'm not going to let you get me wet!" he vowed.
Happosai cackled. "I think you'll be wanting to get wet!"
Ranma didn't like the sound of that. "Let's take this show on the road!" Away from any known water.
"Okay! Oh, look, a piece of lint on your pants." He did it so casually, without any sign whatsoever that it was just a ploy to get close and attack him, it threw Ranma's defenses off. And then that gem in the ring touched his pants.
It spread from his legs. The boy was wearing black nylons held up by a black garter belt with black panties over them, and he started wearing a short, red, silk negligee. He stood there in shock, with his dick and balls hurting from being squeezed into smaller underwear (not to mention feeling the stretching and squeezing of nylons and garter straps against his long legs).
"Are you sure you don't want any cold water?" Happosai laughed.
Thu Jan 22 14:11:54 2015