After counting the large number of boys who were waiting for their turn with Akane, Ranma-chan turned to Ukyo and said, “I think she'll be a while. Let's get to class.”
Ukyo nodded and joined the redhead in walking inside. As they walked down a corridor, a voice rang out behind them.
“Ho pigtailed goddess! Are you aware there is a naked girl walking beside you?”
Ranma-chan's eyes widened at the voice of the Blue Thunder, Kuno. After the very first time he'd ever groped her female body, she'd had a vivid nightmare about him groping her without her being able to stop him. The dream had horrified her, but she'd never told anyone that it had horrified her not just because it was about a boy coming onto Ranma, a boy (in girl form) but also because deep down the thought of the kendo boy roughly fondling her body had lit a small spark of desire. Since that time, she'd always stamped down on any thought of Kuno molesting her, refusing to acknowledge the fantasy at all.
“No! I'll never let you fuck me!” Ranma-chan cried. Several people took their eyes off Ukyo's breasts to stare at the redhead in surprise.
Kuno, not having heard the meme, spluttered in shock before leaping to his own defence. “I would never think to force myself on a beautiful wildflower such as yourself! Our love is as pure as snow, and not to be tainted with the impurity of ravagement!”
“Yes you would!” Ranma-chan hotly replied. “You're just the kind of guy who would walk right up to me now and roughly squeeze my breasts! You probably can't wait to rub your hot erection against my body as you force me to submit to your will! I bet you're planning to take your cock out any moment now and ram it down my throat until I'm taking every inch of it in! You're just the kind of freak that would do that to me right here, right now!”
Kuno stared at her in bewilderment, his mouth gaping open as he found himself completely lost for words.
Seeing the kendoist's shellshocked state, Ranma-chan cleared her throat, and tried again, “Yep, any moment now you'll be overpowering me and forcing me to take you any way I can. Any moment.”
Looking between the two, Ukyo rolled her eyes. “All right, this is going nowhere. Let me help you out, Ranchan.”
“You will?” Ranma-chan asked, surprised one of her fiance's would be willing to share her.
“Oh yeah,” Ukyo agreed as she leered. “I'd normally never tell you this but I've frigged myself to orgasm more than once thinking about a man as proud as you willingly sucking cock in your girl form like a cheap whore. I've never admitted this before, but your girl-form being pounded by a guy's dick is something I would love to see.”
“Wh-what is going on?” Kuno sputtered, his brain having rebooted.
“It's pretty simple,” Ukyo replied. “You see, Kuno, Girls should enact their deepest, most hidden desires, and others should help them do so. Right now, Ranchan here desperately wants you to roughly fuck her. We all know it's not non-consensual when she really wants it so bad, but she wants you to pretend.”
Kuno's eyes narrowed as he looked at the redhead, the meme kicking in. “Is that true, my pig-tailed goddess? Do you truly wish for me to ravage you?”
Ranma-chan tossed a wrist against her forehead in an exaggerated show of womanly horror that would have raised the ire of every girl present if the bystanders hadn't been paralysed in wide-eyed bewilderment at seeing Ranma demand to be raped. “No!” the redhead forlornly cried. “No, please don't take me and submit me to whatever perverted acts are running through your head.”
“She means yes, she does want you to do it,” Ukyo added helpfully as Kuno stood there confused.
“Very well. Happily shall the Blue Thunder accede to your wishes, pig-tailed goddess. But know this – if it is ravishment you want, then it is truly ravishment you shall get!” With that the kendoist stepped forward and dramatically swept his bokken down, the wooden sword slicing through the ties of Ranma-chan's shirt. Let free of their confinement, her large breasts popped out for all to see. With a vicious smile, Kuno roughly grabbed the swaying flesh in his hands, squeezing and fondling as he saw fit.
“No, no!” Ranma-chan cried in a fit of acting that would make most thespians shake their head in disgust. “Stop it, you beast! Stop it!” She paused, and whispered, “A little to the left,” before shouting out, “No, somebody save me! No!”, and then in another whisper, “That's the spot, thanks.”
Sun Oct 10 22:50:58 2010