Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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Continuing the divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in which
the piece of the moxibustion chart containing the cure for Ranma's
weakness was never discovered. Dark. M/F, n/c, anal.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 10

Akane knocked nervously on the door of Michio's house. While she waited
for him to answer, her thoughts flashed back to the scene at school
before the first bell.

*"Michio?" She said his name timidly. The boy turned to her with a
lifted eyebrow. Struggling for composure, Akane went on. "I ... I know I
was supposed to ..." She looked around, whispered. "do it with you at
lunch, but ... I, um, my monthly ..."*

*"You're bleeding?" he asked bluntly. Akane nodded, red faced. Michio
snorted. "Okay. I've been wondering when you'd start. I'll let the other
guys know that unless they're willing to deal with the mess, they'll
need to refocus their attentions to other possibilities for the next few
days. Speaking of which, you'll be giving me a blowjob during lunch. And
you're still to come by my house this afternoon. I don't know if the
other guys will want to use you, but I got a little project for you to
do."*

So here she was, her stomach cramping painfully. She didn't know whether
it was her period, or the fear of what this `project' might be. Then the
door opened to reveal Michio's smirking face.

"Good, you're here," the boy grinned. "Tanjiro will be by later, but
Takeo said to forget it. Seems a friend of his has tickets to some game.
Said he'd pass it up for a fuck, but a blowjob wasn't incentive enough.
Well, don't stand out there letting the cold in. Get your cute little
butt in here."

Akane went inside, taking off her coat and shoes. Then she followed
Michio into the family room. She tried not to tremble as her eye took in
the place where they'd gang banged her last weekend. In a way, she was
troubled more by the memory of her own reactions, then by what the gang
of boys had done to her.

Michio picked up a stack of three video cassettes from the low table,
saying, "These are for you. That is, you're gonna borrow 'em. I expect
'em back this weekend." He put them back down. "They're real interesting
films. All about women learning to serve men, the way they're supposed
to. Some of the women take a lot of educating before they learn the
lesson."

"You mean they're porn," Akane said with disgust.

"That too," Michio replied agreeably. "But for you, they're homework.
Study them real closely. This coming weekend I'm gonna give you a test
on 'em. At least a couple of pages long. Every wrong answer you give,
that'll be one less piece of clothing you wear home. Two wrong answers
and you go home without any underwear. Three wrong answers, and things
start getting interesting."

Akane tried not to shrink in on herself. Walking home without underwear
... she ought to be able to survive that. The flow should have stopped
by Sunday afternoon, and she'd made the trip without underwear before.
But would he really make her walk home more fully exposed? And when was
she supposed to find time to study the tapes?

Clearing her throat, the teenage girl tentatively pointed out, "We only
have one VCR in our home. It's in the family room. I can't watch these
there."

Her molester shrugged. "When you do it is up to you. You can watch one
here, right now, before Tanjiro comes over. You could also watch 'em
here, or over Gosunkugi's, other days. Or try to sneak into the AV room
in the library at school. I don't care. But you'd better hope you don't
fail that test, 'cause I'll make you walk home naked if that's the score
you get."

Knowing all too well he was a man of his word when it came to things
like this, Akane picked up one of the cassettes. With a muffled sigh,
she turned to the VCR by the television and pushed the tape inside. She
picked up the remote control, turned the television on, and settled back
on the couch to watch.

A few minutes into the film, as the drugged woman on the screen was
waking up to find herself in a dungeon, Michio plopped down on the couch
beside Akane. He had a bowl of popcorn, which he offered. When Akane
gave a small shake of her head, the boy shrugged, picked up a large
handful and stuffed it in his mouth. Then he put his other arm around
Akane, pulled her close, and began squeezing her tit while they watched
the show together.

                               o - o - o

Ranma stumbled through the mountains, feeling as lost as Ryoga. She'd
managed to lose her sense of position during the blind run from Kuno,
and hadn't bothered to ask Ukyo exactly where they were at the time. She
knew which direction she was going now, but without knowing where she
was starting from that didn't help a lot. One patch of mountain looked
pretty much like another from the ground.

To make matters even worse, it had snowed overnight, enough to leave a
thin layer of white on the ground. The two layers of socks on her feet
were wet and freezing, and her toes were turning numb again. She'd put
the shirt she'd taken from Ukyo over top of her own, but it still wasn't
helping much. Ranma reflected bitterly that Japan was *supposed* to be a
densely populated country. Why was she having so much trouble finding
any sign of habitation?

On top of the cold, Ranma was struggling with feelings of despair beyond
anything to which she was accustomed. So far she had found no hope of a
cure for her weakness. She'd been raped as a girl by that bastard Kuno,
and what Ukyo had done to him could only be called rape as well. What
other devastations was Fate planning to drop on her?

There was one possible calamity that Ranma didn't want to think about.
Up until the day she'd left Nerima she'd continued to bicker and fight
with Akane, all because she wasn't ready to give in to her father's
wishes and marry right away. But Ranma had told the truth to Ukyo. She'd
gone and fallen in love with Akane. In her dreams, she'd begun imagining
what a life together with her might be like. Now Ranma feared that dream
might have been snatched away from her. Could Akane forgive her for
having sex with Kuno and Ukyo? Her fiancee wasn't exactly known for
being entirely rational on matters pertaining to sex.

In any case, she had to try to find a cure before returning to Akane.
She wasn't any use to anyone like this. Which meant figuring out where
she was, and getting back to Yomogi Valley and its environs, and finding
that cure.

Ranma was also wondering who else she might run into out here. With
every tree she passed, she imagined coming across another familiar face.
Would it be Akane, stubbornly come looking for him like she had the
first time he'd gone to Yomogi Valley? Or maybe Ryoga, lost like always,
stumbling across him by accident? Or his old man, come to drag his
wayward son home? Or ...

"Ranma?!"

The red-haired girl spun around at the familiar shout. /Damned if it
ain't Ryoga!/ she thought. He looked no different from usual, clothing
rumpled, hair held back by his yellow bandanna, huge pack carried on his
back. Ranma thought about her current state, and backed away a little.
She wasn't afraid of Ryoga trying to kill her, he'd had ample
opportunity since this mess started and refused to do so. But after her
experience with Kuno, her instincts screamed not to let him get too
close.

"What the hell are you doing on Hokkaido?" the boy demanded.

Ranma sighed in exasperation. "Ryoga, can't you even keep straight what
island you're on?! If you got to know, I happen to be lost at the moment
myself. But I know I never crossed any ocean. Which means we're on
Honshu, and we ought to be somewhere toward the southern part of
Tohoku."

Ryoga reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Heh. If you say
so. So what're you doing out here? You found a cure yet?"

Ranma hung her head, shaking it.

Ryoga took a closer look at his rival. She didn't look so good. "Where's
your pack and stuff? Your shoes, for God's sake? You got a camp set up
nearby?"

Ranma was ashamed of the truth. At the same time, she knew she needed
help. Equally, she remembered what sort of `help' she'd received from
Ukyo. Deciding that there wasn't any point in pretending that everything
was hunky-dory, she admitted, "I, uh, lost all my stuff. I was trying to
find a place where I could get some replacements."

Ryoga was still looking the girl over closely. He could tell the socks
on her feet were wet. His eyes saw the shivers she was trying to
suppress. There was a trace of gauntness to her features, which spoke of
not eating very well recently. He sighed. He was supposed to hate Ranma,
right? Why did Fate insist on putting him in situations where he had to
help the bastard instead?

"You need to get warm," Ryoga announced. "Find a good spot to set up
camp, would you? And try not to let me wander off."

Ranma nodded, finding a fairly flat spot after hiking for several more
minutes. A tiny stream trickled down nearby, providing enough water for
drinking and cooking. There was also plenty of deadfall for a fire.

Ryoga took a look around. "Pretty good," he admitted, shrugging off his
pack. Digging into the pack, he tossed Ranma some trail mix. "Here, have
something to eat. I'll get a fire started." Under Ranma's watchful eye,
the boy gathered wood, and soon had a large blaze going. Ranma moved in
as close as she dared. Ryoga dug out a pot, filled it with water from
the stream, and set it close to the fire to heat up so that Ranma could
change back to a guy.

Ryoga sat down beside Ranma, also appreciating the fire's warmth. "You
wanna talk about what happened?" he asked.

Ranma shook her head, staring at the pot of water. How long before it
was hot enough to transform her? "You trying to get anywhere in
particular?" she asked to pass the time.

Ryoga smirked. Just because he was saving his rival's butt didn't mean
he was going to start like the guy ... girl. Leaning back a little, he
said, "We gotta face facts, Ranma. Unless you find a cure, you're gonna
be stuck as a weakling the rest of your life. And Akane needs a man."

Ranma snarled, "And who's that supposed to be? You, P-chan?"

Ryoga scowled. "Yeah, me, as a matter of fact. As soon as I find my way
back to Nerima, I'm gonna tell her the truth. About how I feel. With you
out of the way, Akane shouldn't have any trouble seeing I'm the best guy
for her."

The red-haired girl clenched her fists at her sides. "You'll never be
the right guy, pig boy. Akane's my fiancee. I'm the one who's gonna
marry her."

Ryoga's eyes widened, startled. Ranma had tried to keep him away from
Akane any number of times. But never before had he ... she ... admitted
that she wanted to marry Akane. His scowl deepened.

His voice scathing, he said, "And you think Akane's going to want to
marry you, the way you are now? You really believe she's gonna think
you're worthy of her, when you can't defend yourself against anybody?"

This hit Ranma in the gut like a punch, far harder than Ryoga could
possibly have known. She was already scared to death that Akane wouldn't
think she was worthy of her, not after what Kuno and Ukyo had done.
Ranma spun away, trying to regain control. She started crying, tears
running down her cheeks. Try though she might, she couldn't keep her
whimpers silent.

Ryoga was shocked. Never would he have imagined Ranma breaking down like
this. And why? What had he said, to set her off like this? That stuff
about how weak she was? But she'd been like that for weeks now. Why
start carrying on like *this*, all of a sudden?

Ryoga, feeling very awkward, put a hand out and touched Ranma's back.
"Hey, I didn't mean ..."

Ranma flinched away from the touch as if it burned, causing Ryoga to
stop in mid-sentence. /What the hell is wrong with her?/ the boy
wondered. Aloud he said, "Look man, you got to face facts. Besides, I
bet that Ukyo would still be happy to marry you."

This didn't seem to have the desired effect. Ryoga had never been able
to handle a crying girl. That the crying girl in this case was Ranma
made it all the more bizarre and impossible. What should he do? What
could he do?

"Dammit man!" Ryoga practically yelled. "Pull yourself together! You're
acting like a girl who's been taken advantage of."

At that Ranma froze. In a choked voice she asked, "How did ...?" but
could get no further.

Ryoga felt like his brain splintered. Did Ranma really mean ...? Had
some guy ...? He swallowed hard, nervously. "Ranma ... did some guy ...
hurt you?" he asked quietly.

Ranma didn't answer. She just wrapped her arms more tightly around
herself, scrunching down.

"Oh shit," Ryoga whispered. "Ranma, I ..." He stopped. Words were
useless. At the moment this was no longer his hated rival. She was a
frail girl, who had suffered the worst fate that any girl could suffer.
Taking a deep breath, he moved closer, then pulled Ranma into his arms.

"Don't touch me!" Ranma screamed.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Ryoga said softly, soothingly. He pulled
her onto his lap, tucking her head under his chin, face down on his
shoulder. "You're safe. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Cry if you
have to. You have the right. Take it easy. And later on, if you're
feeling up to it, maybe you can tell me who did this. So I can help you
track the motherfucker down and kill him."

Ranma continued to struggle, trying hopelessly to break free. After
several minutes passed, she started to quiet down, realizing the
futility. In a way, she did start to feel safer. Ryoga *had* protected
her, she remembered, back in Nerima when Kuno and Mousse and the others
had first learned of his weakness and attacked him. More tears came
then, and Ryoga just held her while she cried herself out.

Ryoga was feeling damned awkward. This was *Ranma* in his arms, for
God's sake! But she was also a girl, and she had suffered terribly, and
for the moment at least she was finding a measure of comfort where she
was. He heard her sobs quiet down and eventually stop. Ryoga began to
wonder if he should suggest getting the water and changing Ranma back to
a guy. It was bound to be hot enough by now.

This was the scene which presented itself to the eye when an ancient
martial arts master came to a stop, balanced on the branch of a nearby
tree. Ranma, the heir to his school whom he'd been trying to track down,
sitting there in her beautiful, buxom female form. Why the boy insisted
on calling it a curse the old man would never know. Further, she was
sitting in the lap of some boy, that fellow, what was his name? Ryoga.
That was it. Ryoga Hibiki.

Happosai had been pursuing Ranma for reasons of his own, but he felt his
plans suddenly shifting. The romantic nature of the scene before him
affected the old pervert's relentless libido. But it was too ... benign.
The Ryoga boy should have had his hands inside Ranma's clothes, fondling
her, getting her undressed. Showing her the joys of being female. Yes.
Happosai had been planning to have some fun with his heir on the way to
accomplishing his final goals, but opportunity had presented him with an
unexpected additional entertainment.

Seeing how wrapped up in each other the two teenagers were, Happosai
didn't think they were likely to notice him. Nonetheless, he moved as
stealthily as he could. Creeping close, he stuffed a hand down inside
the huge pack sitting on the ground near the couple. Moving in closer,
his hands darted out, touching several points on the boy's back, then
reaching around and touching some points on the girl as well. Leaping
away, he returned to the trees, moving back to a spot where he could
watch but was unlikely to be seen.

Ryoga felt something as if a bug had crawled on his back, and reached
one arm behind to scratch. He thought again about the hot water, but
then decided to forget about it until Ranma suggested it. After all, she
certainly felt a lot better like this. Ryoga shook his head slightly.
What the hell was he thinking? Although it was true, Ranma did make a
beautiful girl. Ryoga choked slightly. Had he really thought that?

Ryoga looked down at the girl in his arms. Her large bosom was pressed
against his firm chest. Her cute, heart-shaped ass was visible to his
eyes, sitting on his knee. He wondered what that ass would look like ...

Ryoga shook his head harder. Akane! He was going to find his way back to
Nerima, and tell Akane how he felt. He would tell Akane that he loved
her, and she would admit how she had always loved him, and they'd be
together forever after. She was the only girl he should be thinking
about like that. And definitely not a girl who was really a guy.

Although, when you came right down to it, the body in his arms really
was a girl. One hundred percent. And a pretty well stacked girl at that.
It occurred to Ryoga that after he and Akane started dating, they would
kiss, and make out, and move on to other things. He'd hate to think of
himself fumbling those moves, doing it wrong, maybe hurting her. Ranma
was a lot tougher than Akane. Maybe he should get in some practice
first?

The hand he'd used to scratch behind him was brought back around and
placed on Ranma's ass. Ryoga rubbed, marveling at the firm but soft
flesh.

Ranma's head shot up. "Ryoga! What ...?"

Ryoga's other hand came up and cupped Ranma's boob. He squeezed gently,
running a thumb over the nipple.

"Stop th...!" Ranma's eyes crossed. She suddenly couldn't think. A
torrent of electrical fire ran up her nerves from her nipple straight
into her brain, shorting out every circuit along the way. From her brain
it went directly down her spine, and blasted into her clit. As Ryoga's
thumb brushed her nipple again, she let out a heavy, moaning, "Oh, God!"

Seeing Ranma's face pointed more or less in his direction, Ryoga leaned
down, pressing his lips to hers. Ranma tried to turn away, but Ryoga
brought his hand up from her ass and placed it on the back of her head.
He kissed more firmly, then slipped his tongue between her lips, seeking
and then dancing with Ranma's tongue.

While kissing her, Ryoga's hand left Ranma's tit to unbutton the outer
shirt. When that was done, he undid the ties on the inner shirt. All the
while, he ignored the girl's hand holding his wrist. As soon as both
shirts were undone, Ryoga slipped his hand inside to cover the large
mammary. As his fingers pressed into the yielding flesh, he felt her
hard nipple digging into his palm.

Ranma was going insane. It was almost impossible to think. It was like
every spot Ryoga touched was wired directly to the pleasure centers in
her brain. Why was Ryoga doing this? He knew she was a guy. They were
rivals. He couldn't want this. He'd said she was safe. And she'd
believed him. Why couldn't she tell Ryoga to stop? Well, of course,
there was a tongue in her mouth just at the moment. She did want Ryoga
to stop. Didn't she?

Her shirts slid down her arms and disappeared. Between the crackling
fire and her own inner heat, she seemed to be quite warm enough. Ryoga's
hand was fumbling with the cord at her waist now. If she didn't stop
this, Ryoga was going to ... Ranma tried pushing against Ryoga's chest.
It was like trying to shove a mountain aside.

Ryoga took hold of Ranma's pants at the waist. His fingers hooked inside
her panties at the same time. Both of them were pulled down her legs.
The boy tossed them aside. His fingers pushed their way between her
clenched thighs, feeling strands of hair brush along his thumb. She was
absolutely soaking, fluid flowing out of her like a river. Ryoga's
finger brushed across her clitoris.

Ranma exploded, her body jerking in Ryoga's arms. The orgasm was mind
shattering, and all he'd done was to touch her! When Ranma finally
stilled, she hung limply in Ryoga's arms, gasping for breath.

Ryoga was more turned on than he could ever remember being in his life.
There was no way he was going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Holding the semiconscious Ranma in one arm, he reached into his pack
with the other. Managing to work a blanket out from its depths, he
tossed it open, allowing it to settle to the ground beside the fire.
Then he went to work removing his own clothes.

As the boy lay her down on the blanket on her back, Ranma realized what
was happening. "No! Ryoga, don't," she protested weakly. He ignored her,
putting a hand between her legs to cup her sex, the middle finger easily
sliding into her slick opening. Ranma arched her back, her chin going up
into the air, a long, loud moan warbling from her throat.

"Sounds to me like you want it," Ryoga commented. "But don't worry," he
went on, "this is a one night stand. Akane's the girl I want to settle
down with. Not you."

"Please, stop!" Ranma begged, as she pumped her hips trying to push the
finger in farther.

"It's obvious you want it," the boy sneered. "Look at you. Why don't you
just admit it?" He pushed a second finger into her cunt, and started
rubbing his thumb over her clit.

"Aaahhhh!" Ranma screamed, hips lifting off the ground entirely. "Oh!
... My! ... God!" She convulsed violently, as a second orgasm
overwhelmed her.

Ryoga's eyebrows rose to his hairline at her behavior. Who would have
thought? When she settled back down he pushed the two fingers inside her
once more, causing her to vent a shuddering moan. Within seconds she was
rolling her hips in rhythm with the movements of his fingers. Her
nipples were standing up like twin towers atop the globes on her chest.

"Ryoga, please, no ... I don't ... don't want ... stop ..."

"Bullshit," he said. "Let's see what you say after this." Bending down
he placed his mouth over the nearest nipple, sucking it up between his
lips. His thumb found her clit once more.

"Ah, no, stop!" Ranma begged. "I can't take it!"

Ryoga kept up his assault until he sensed that Ranma was on the verge of
another explosion. Then he pulled his fingers out of her, withdrawing
the hand. He stopped sucking on her nipple, only sticking out his tongue
to flick it every few seconds. Along with the tongue flicks, his finger
lightly brushed her labia, as Ranma strained to press herself more
firmly against the touch.

"Nnn! Nnn! Nnn!" grunted Ranma, trying to bring her clit in contact with
the finger which stayed just out of reach.

"Want to come, Ranma?" asked Ryoga innocently.

Ranma was sweating. "Go - to - hell, fucker!" she panted.

Ryoga touched his thumbnail to her clit for the briefest instant, making
Ranma jump. "Not yet," he said. "But let me know when you want to come."
He kept up the feathery touches.

Ranma was going out of her mind. The orgasm was right there, and she
couldn't reach it. She needed it. She needed it terribly. And Ryoga knew
it. She struggled to win. "Mmmm!" she grunted with the strain. A finger
touched the entrance to her vagina for a moment, bringing a quick wave
of gratitude, but then it withdrew, crushing her. "Please!" she begged.

"Please what, Ranma?"

"Please ... make me come," she pleaded, thighs flexing again and again
with the effort to reach the teasing fingers.

"I'll be happy too," Ryoga told her, bringing an immediate sense of
relief to Ranma. But then he said, "After you ask me to fuck you."

"No! No! No!" Ranma cried. "I won't! Bastard. Make me coooooome!"

"Just say, `Please fuck me'," Ryoga whispered. "That's all you need to
say. Then you can come." He began licking the other nipple, and brushing
his fingers through her red fur, occasionally allowing them to slip into
the very top of her cleft.

Ranma couldn't. She wouldn't say it. But she was dying. The
motherfucking bastard was killing her at last. She was going to die of
unrequited orgasm. Why was this happening? She couldn't think. She
needed to come. She needed it so bad. Why couldn't she come? There was
something, something she needed to say. Then she could come.

"Please fuck me," Ranma whispered, only just audibly.

Ryoga rolled over on top of her, pushing his cock into her cunt. With
one hard, smooth thrust he sheathed it all the way inside. Ranma
screamed, bucking and shaking, held down by his weight. When the orgasm
passed, she didn't reopen her eyes. It took Ryoga several seconds to
realize she had passed out. Should he stop? Or keep going?

/Why the hell not?/ Ryoga thought. /Her pussy feels just as good when
she's out cold./

He continued sliding his cock in and out of her, reveling in the
sensation. He was actually fucking a girl. Okay, so what if it was
Ranma? She was a girl right now, and that was what counted. He kept up
the motions, hoping he could make this moment last.

When Ranma returned to consciousness, it only took her an instant to
realize that Ryoga was screwing her. An instant later she realized that
unlike Kuno, she wasn't in pain. In fact, it felt really damned good.
But that wasn't right. She was a guy. She wasn't supposed to like this!

"Stop, Ryoga, please," she whispered.

"No - way - in - hell," the boy grunted. Instead he picked up the pace.
He lifted himself so he could see where his cock was entering the girl.
The sight of her pussy lips stretched around its circumference intrigued
him. As he pulled out, he noted the glistening sheen of her juices along
his length. As he pushed back in, he watched in wonder as his staff
disappeared inside her body.

Ranma moaned. Ryoga looked up and chuckled. "Going to come again?" he
asked. "I guess it's true what they say about girls and multiple
orgasms. A little benefit to your curse you probably never thought about
before, eh?" Ranma made no answer, except to moan again.

Ryoga started to move even faster, really slamming into the girl now.
Ranma didn't seem to mind, moaning loudly with each thrust, pushing back
with her hips to take him even deeper. Finally Ryoga started pummeling
her in hard, short strokes, grunting, "Here - it - comes." Then he
arched his back and howled, slamming his cock into her one more time,
pumping her full of his seed.

Unable to think coherently, the only thing Ranma was aware of was the
overloaded pleasure centers in her body. When Ryoga slammed into her
that last time she shot across the peak, climaxing furiously yet again.
It was only when Ryoga pulled his wet and dripping prick out of her, and
some measure of rational thought began to return, that Ranma realized
the boy had deposited a load of cum in her cunt, just like Kuno. She
struggled to get up, wondering if she could find the strength to run
away.

Ryoga stood up and stretched. He felt absolutely great! Idly he thought
about how good it would feel when he could finally do this with Akane.
Looking down, he frowned at the shiny glint of his half erect dick,
covered in moisture. Ranma's moisture. He looked at the girl who had
struggled up as far as her knees, and a smile curved his lips.

Stepping closer, Ryoga said, "Here Ranma. Open wide."

Ranma turned his way. "Whaa...?" was all she managed to say before a
plump cock was shoved inside her mouth, choking off further speech.
Ranma tried to scramble back, but a hand behind her head prevented
escape. She tried to bite down, but couldn't do any damage.

A hand slapped against the side of her head, making Ranma's ears ring.
"No biting," Ryoga said sternly. "Now start cleaning me off."

"Guh tooh heh," Ranma grunted around the thick sausage filling her
mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but stopped when Ryoga
merely made a "mmmh" sound.

Ryoga looked down and sighed. "Well, if you won't do the work, then I
will." His hips moved back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of
Ranma's mouth, sliding it over her tongue. No matter how Ranma tried to
move her head, she couldn't escape the invasion.

Still receiving no cooperation, Ryoga started fucking her mouth harder.
He was fully erect now, and it was taking an effort not to ram his cock
all the way into her throat. After a couple of more minutes he gave a
shouted "Yes!" and came again.

Ranma choked as warm semen flooded her mouth. She tried to ignore what
she knew it to be, but it was impossible. She knew perfectly well what
was coating her tongue, her teeth, the insides of her cheeks, her palate
... starting to run down her throat. She tried to spit some out around
the dick still resting on her tongue, but Ryoga immediately withdrew
himself and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Now, now, none of that, Ranma," Ryoga said cheerfully. "It's good for
you. Lots of protein."

Ranma glared at him, refusing to swallow, even though that meant
continuing to taste it on her tongue. Ryoga sighed and then pinched her
nose closed. After about a minute, Ranma started to panic. She couldn't
breathe at all, either through her mouth or nose. He wasn't letting go.
He wasn't going to let go. Not unless she ...

Surrendering to the inevitable, Ranma swallowed. She took a couple of
big gulps, getting down most of the contents of her mouth, before Ryoga
released her. Wearily she looked up and said, "Bastard."

Ryoga just chuckled again, turning toward his pack. Ranma reached for
her pants, figuring that as soon as she was dressed she was going to be
on the run yet again. However, Ryoga grabbed her, pulling her back.

"Stay where you are," the boy said. "We're not done yet."

Ranma turned fearful eyes on him. "B-But ... you've already done
everything. You ... you're not planning to screw me again ... are you?"

Ryoga smiled, then dug around in his pack with one arm, while keeping an
eye on Ranma. He made a little "aah" sound, then pulled his arm back
out. It was holding a bottle of cooking oil.

"Wh-Wh-What are y-you planning to d-do with *that*?" Ranma asked,
wide-eyed. Visions of cannibalism floated through her head.

Ryoga said nothing. He wrapped an arm around Ranma's stomach, lifting
her effortlessly into the air. Then he deposited her on the blanket on
her hands and knees. When Ranma tried to move away, he grabbed her by
her pigtail with one hand, and slapped her ass with the other. "Hold
still," he said.

Ranma stopped her useless struggling, trembling, not knowing what to
anticipate. Then she felt something slimy pouring all over her ass, it
ran down into her crack, over her pussy, down her legs. It soaked into
the blanket around her knees. "What the hell are you *doing*?" Ranma
demanded to know.

Still Ryoga said nothing, but his hand pressed against her pussy,
massaging the oil into her still engorged labia. Ranma immediately
discovered that whatever had been wrong with her before was still wrong,
as she humped vigorously back against his hand. His fingers slipped into
her slit, probed her cunt, massaged her clit. Ranma started keening,
mind clouding once more under the pressure of the sensations.

Then she felt something, his thumb she guessed, press into her butt past
her sphincter. "Wr-Wrong hole, d-dummy," she grunted. After a few more
seconds she complained, "D-Dammit! Take it out!"

Ryoga continued to massage the inside of her ass with his thumb, the
entry made easier by the slippery oil. He lifted the bottle and poured
some more around the digit, then withdrew the thumb, pushing his index
and middle fingers into her instead. Ranma yelped, demanding to know
what the hell was wrong with the guy. Ryoga ignored her, moving his
other hand around and underneath to continue massaging her clit.

Ranma didn't know what to think. Truthfully, it was pretty hard to think
at all. The sensations coming from her ass were mixing with those from
her clit, drowning her under wave after wave of pleasure. She started to
succumb to the feelings, making no further protests.

Then the fingers withdrew. Ranma felt Ryoga move behind her and figured
she was about to get fucked again, only in a different position. This
seemed to be borne out a moment later when she felt the head of his dick
sliding along her slit.

Except it slid too far and pressed against her asshole. Ranma grunted.
/Figures old "lost boy" can't even find his way to a pussy./ She waited
for him to correct his position. Only he didn't. Instead he pressed
forward. Ranma's eyes popped out as she felt the head of his cock force
its way into her ass.

"No, goddammit! What are you doing, you crazy motherfucker! Take it out!
You're in the wrong hole! Goddammit, can't you find your way anywhere?!
Stoooopp! You're in the wrong hole, I said!"

"No, Ranma," Ryoga growled low but happily. "I'm exactly where I want to
be. And I'm not stopping until I have all twenty centimeters stuffed up
your butt."

Ranma was sure the jackass must have measured wrong. Her own prick, when
she was a boy, was a bit longer than that the last time she checked. But
from the feel of things in her rear, Ryoga had to be a hell of a lot
longer. Ranma was prepared to swear there must be half a meter inside
her already.

"I can't take anymore!" she howled. But the howl turned into an ecstatic
moan at the end as Ryoga kept feeding more meat into her. Unable to
believe what she was doing herself, Ranma pushed back, forcing even more
cock inside. "Oh God!" she groaned, "This is sooo wrong!"

Ryoga stopped pushing and watched instead, fascinated, as Ranma slowly
impaled herself on his rigid staff. Even after it was all the way in and
the coarse hairs around his groin were flattened against her ass cheeks,
Ranma still pressed back as if trying to get even more. He snorted to
himself. Who would have guessed Ranma would be such a nympho?

Taking hold of Ranma's ass cheeks, one in each hand, Ryoga took control
again, sliding his cock most of the way out, then all the way in again.
Ranma made a ululating noise which sounded like nothing so much as a
yodel. Ryoga started pumping faster, and then faster still. Soon he was
ramming Ranma's ass, and she was ramming back as best she could, which
unfortunately, given her weakness, wasn't really all that strong.

Then Ranma went rigid, baying like a wolf at the moon, her ass literally
vibrating all along the length of Ryoga's cock. This went far beyond
what the boy could be expected to endure. He came like a fire hose,
spraying her bowels liberally with warm spunk.

Happosai barely restrained himself from applauding the performance. He
hopped down from his grandstand seat on the tree limb.

Slowly returning to her senses, perspiration covering her body from the
heat of the fire coupled with recent activities, Ranma asked in a small
voice, "Will you please let me go now?"

Ryoga considered his cock, still buried in Ranma's back entrance. It was
no longer rock hard, but he judged there was life in it yet. "No, I
don't think so," he said consideringly. "I think I'll clean myself off,
then I'm going to fuck your cunt again. After that, we'll see how hard
that cute little mouth of yours can keep me."

Ranma felt tears running down her face, which shamed her terribly.
"Please, Ryoga. Please stop. No more. I'm begging you ..." She broke off
as she looked to the side, trying to catch Ryoga's eye, and instead saw
a small figure standing behind the boy.

Happosai reached out to touch the pressure points on Ryoga's back. The
boy leaped into the air, yanking himself out of Ranma's ass, bowling
over the old martial arts master.

Ryoga was looking down at Ranma in horror, seeing trails of his own
semen trickling out of both of her holes. "Oh my God!" he yelled. "No!"
He'd raped Ranma! He'd been trying to comfort her, and instead he'd
raped her!

Ranma was coming up onto her knees, turning. But she was barely in time
to observe Ryoga's reactions. The boy grabbed his pack and his clothes
and ran, not even bothering to get dressed. His crashing through the
underbrush could be heard for a couple of minutes, then disappeared.

Happosai was getting back to his feet grumpily. He hadn't expected so
strong a reaction. You'd think the lad would have been grateful for the
experience, but no! Kids these days. He sighed. He hoped he'd managed to
undo the "pervert" effect completely, the way he was knocked over like
that. Probably he had. If he hadn't, the boy would still be having his
perverted thoughts and wouldn't have jumped so.

Happosai turned to face Ranma, who was turning on her knees to face him.
He wondered how the girl was going to react. Hopefully she wouldn't
realize his responsibility for her latest predicament, although she had
reason enough to blame him for how defenseless she was. He was also
wondering how she was going to react to his news. He stood there
patiently, waiting for Ranma to speak.

The pigtailed martial artist was having trouble processing everything
which had happened to her. Ryoga had raped her. In every hole she had.
Was every friend - supposed friend - she had going to turn out to be a
closet rapist? And now she'd been saved by, of all people, the most
terrible pervert alive? It made no sense. The world had gone mad.

"You saved me?" Ranma asked, the question evident in her voice. "Why?"
Her face twisted, fury and other emotions warring in it. "You're the
reason this happened! It's because of you I can't stop them! What more
do you want from me?!"

/Them?/ Happosai thought to himself, but chose not to pursue the pronoun
at the moment. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to offer you the chance
to fix that," the old master told her calmly.

"What do you mean?" Ranma asked, voice overflowing with deep suspicion.
Finally remembering the state she was in, she settled back into a
squatting position and an arm came across to cover her chest. Looking
around, she spotted her pants and started trying to sidle in that
direction.

Cocking his head while considering how best to answer, the old man
decided to appear helpful. He jumped to the side and scooped up her
pants, shirt and panties, manfully resisting the urge to rub the
undergarment all over his face. Leaping back to Ranma's side he held the
clothes out in front of her with one arm, while patting her back gently
with the other. This allowed him to hit the "libido" pressure points to
bring her sensitivity and arousability back down closer to normal
levels.

Then he just walked a short way off and sat down, his back to her.
Happosai reflected that he really would have liked to leave her libido
at the extreme level to which he'd raised it, but the girl would have
been bound to figure out how unnatural it was before very much longer.
Better to leave her thinking that it had all been her own body's doing.
Behind him he heard cloth rustling as Ranma got dressed.

"What are you up to you old fart?" Ranma asked again. "What do you mean
about fixing it? You don't remember how. You needed the chart, and
that's gone. Why do you care, anyway. Dammit! You're the one who did
this to me in the first place!"

Happosai turned around to regard the girl coolly. He pulled out his
pipe. While Ranma sat there and fumed, he slowly filled it with tobacco
and lit it. Once he was puffing away on it steadily, he asked, "Which
question do you want answered first?"

"Why did you save me?" Ranma demanded. "I would've figured you'd be
cheering him on, damn you. Don't expect me to think you care. What's in
it for you?"

The old man revised some of his planned answers. It would be best not to
sound too altruistic. The little punk simply wouldn't believe him. "If
you really want to know, I arrived well before the end of your little
show. I *was* cheering him on. But all good things must come to an end.
I have other business with you, and the boy would only have been in the
way. So I hit a pressure point which, ah, convinced him to leave. And if
you were listening, I just answered your question of why I did it. As I
said, I have business with you."

"Well I don't want anything to do with you!" Ranma spat. "You've already
destroyed my life! Why the *fuck* would I want to give you a chance to
make it worse?!"

Happosai took a long drag on the pipe. "I already told you. I can help
you cure the weakness moxibustion. Get your strength back."

Ranma eyed him warily. "And just why the hell would you do that? You
made me this way in the first place. Why would you cure it? And how?
Like I said, the chart is gone, and you said you don't remember how."

"Do you mind if I come closer to the fire?" the old master asked.
Without waiting for an answer he did so, sitting down. "To answer the
last bit first, the only thing I couldn't remember was the symbol needed
to cure the weakness moxibustion. After your, ah, *demonstration* of
that Amazon technique, I found a tiny fragment of paper stuck to my
head. The symbol was on it. I can provide you with that bit of paper,
and teach you everything else you need to know for how to cure it. I'm
not going to cure you myself, because frankly, I don't think you could
resist the temptation to attack me once I did. But after I teach you
what to do, you can go teach it to someone else you trust and have that
person cure you. So that's how."

Ranma didn't really care too much about the how, so long as there *was*
a how. What he wanted to know was ...

"So *why* would you teach me the cure?"

The ancient master sighed. Deeply. He didn't wish to reveal the next
part to anyone, but like it or not the truth would probably serve him
best. If anything would break through the girl's current hatred to
accept what she must, that ought to do it.

"Okay, listen well, because I don't want to repeat myself," Happosai
began. "I've been searching for you for the last week, and the reason
why is that, whatever either of us think of it, you are the true heir of
my school. And I don't want that school to die with me."

Ranma snarled, "As if anything could kill you, y'old dinosaur."

"Silence!" Happosai roared, aura blazing around him to heights higher
than the tree tops. Ranma cringed, just a little. The old man settled
back down.

The wizened dwarf continued speaking in more subdued tones. "After I
crawled away from the scene of that ... final battle of ours, I
collapsed. I woke up in a hospital. At first they thought I'd had a
heart attack, but thankfully not. Instead the tests showed that my liver
is basically shot. In fact, the doctors were in a state of disbelief
that I wasn't already dead. It seems my ability to absorb female chi has
been keeping me alive beyond the point where I should have already
dropped dead. How much longer I can keep that up is anybody's guess, but
the consensus is ... I'm on borrowed time now."

Ranma was staring at him, shocked. Happosai nodded and continued
speaking. "I'm hoping I can eke out a few more years of pleasure before
the end. But I've decided to run fewer risks between now and then. I've
got quite a bit more money saved up than you might guess. I'm going to
find some pretty young girl in the first flower of adulthood, one who
doesn't mind putting up with the perverted desires of a wealthy old man
in exchange for inheriting his wealth after he goes, and I'm going to
settle down, more or less. Her chi will keep me going for as long as
possible. I doubt I'll have much trouble finding such a girl. And just
to make you happier, I'll pick a place far from Tokyo."

"The moon wouldn't be far enough," Ranma muttered.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Happosai chuckled. "Now, like I said,
I don't want my school to die with me. And you're my heir. That means I
want to restore your strength, and teach you a few techniques I haven't
taught anyone. Mostly shiatsu, and that moxibustion stuff. But ... there
will be conditions."

Ranma thought about asking why the old pervert thought she would go
along with this. But the answer to that was simple enough. Not only the
ability to learn new techniques, but a real chance to get her strength
restored? Of course the old man would expect her to agree.

Still ... "What conditions?" Ranma asked.

The old man puffed on his pipe for several seconds before answering. "It
will take a couple of weeks to teach you the things I want. The first
condition is that I will not teach you how to cure the weakness
moxibustion until the end, and I will not teach you how to inflict the
weakness moxibustion. I do not want to risk any chance you will regain
your strength until after I leave, and I obviously am not going to give
you the chance to steal mine."

Ranma thought about this. "Agreed," she said.

"The second condition," the martial arts master went on, "is that during
those weeks you will act like a student and treat me like a sensei. You
will do as you're told." The old man chuckled and added, "I thought
about insisting that you kneel to me, but I remember how you feel about
that, so I won't. Nonetheless, learning some of the techniques won't be
all that pleasant for you, and I don't really want to hear you whining
about it."

Ranma gave this some more thought. She hoped it wouldn't involve
anything too perverted. Finally she said, "Agreed."

Happosai nodded. "The final condition. This is the one that might make
you refuse. Are you ready to hear it?" Ranma nodded and the old man went
on. "I'm going to need female chi to sustain me for the next couple of
weeks, and you're the only girl around. If you want this, you're going
to have to let me grope you all I want. In fact, I'll insist on more
than groping. You don't have to screw me, but you'll use that pretty
little mouth of yours on my wizard's staff all I want. If you say no,
then the deal's off."

"You are out of your fucking mind," Ranma hissed. "There is no way in
hell I'll do that."

Happosai got to his feet. "Sorry to hear that, m'girl. I hope you don't
mind being a plaything for all the guys you come across. Like that stud
today." He turned and walked away.

Ranma stared at the retreating figure. He wasn't really leaving, was he?
No negotiation? No compromise? The old pervert was just going to leave
him like this? As he watched, Happosai walked out of the clearing.

"W-Wait!" Ranma choked.

Happosai paused. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder. He
said nothing, just stood there. He didn't turn around. His feet were
still pointed away from Ranma.

Ranma didn't know what to say. The idea of agreeing, of giving her word
to suck on the ancient dick God knows how many times a day, the notion
was beyond appalling. At the same time she *couldn't* just let him walk
away. He might be the only chance she had to recover her strength. She
needed him. And it was suddenly obvious that she needed him a lot more
than he needed her.

Heart sinking right down to her toes, Ranma looked down at the ground
instead of looking at the old man. A tear broke free from one of her
eyes and fell to the dirt. "Agreed," Ranma choked out. "I-I'll do it."

Happosai turned around and walked back, a huge grin on his face. He was
undoing his pants. "Very well, student. And I promise to keep my word
and teach you. Now you're going to prove that you meant what you said by
getting down here and giving me the best little blowjob your pretty
little mouth can manage."

And Ranma did just that.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-06-30: Yes, for purposes of this story,
Happosai really is nearing the end of his life. He has maybe a few years
left, if he's lucky. And he probably will teach Ranma what he said. But
that doesn't mean the story is going to follow any obvious course, like
Ranma returning to Nerima with strength restored and beating the crap
out of Akane's molesters.

Note, 2009-10-25: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

Note, 2009-11-14: Reformatted for both HTML and plain text.
