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 remained in Happosai's possession, until he hid it in Ryoga's
pack. Dark. M/F, n/c, spank.

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

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Chapter 20

Ranma and Akane tried to slip into the house unseen, but Kasumi stepped
out of the family room to greet them.

"Welcome home! Did you have a good time?"

Ranma tried to keep Akane in front of her, hoping that Kasumi wouldn't
notice the exceedingly short skirt she was wearing. Not to mention that
some additional semen had leaked out and run down her legs after Akane
had cleaned her up. Akane was equally nervous, worried that her older
sister might somehow divine the fact that she was topless under her
coat.

"It was all right, I suppose," Akane answered weakly. "But I'm pretty
tired now. I think I'm going to wash up for dinner."

"Okay," the older girl said with a smile. "I'll see you later." She
turned down the hall and entered the kitchen.

Akane turned and whispered, "Meet me in the furoba. It's probably
useless, but let's see if we can wash any of this off."

Both of them hurried up the stairs to their rooms. Akane pulled off her
coat, and put on a bra and long sleeve shirt, trying not to look at the
markings on her body. Ranma changed clothes entirely, donning her
customary slacks and Chinese shirt. They managed to make it to the
changing room without exchanging more than brief nods of greeting with
their fathers, sighing in relief as the door closed behind them.

Akane immediately began tugging off her clothes. Ranma once again
marveled at how easily her once tempestuous fiancee accepted her
presence while undressing, before shaking herself and slowly removing
her own garments. In minutes they were nude, and sitting beside each
other in the bathing room.

After several minutes of useless scrubbing, Akane vented an exasperated,
"Ugh! This is hopeless! Would you see if you can do any better?"

"I don't think I can, or I'd be getting it off myself," Ranma responded.
"I'll try if you want, though."

The red-haired girl knelt down behind Akane, and rubbed fiercely with a
washcloth at the words which had so pained her to write - "Property of
Furinkan Boys." However, the marks stubbornly refused to fade, and Ranma
was forced to desist when the other girl yelped in pain.

"No luck," Ranma said quietly. "Sorry."

Akane bowed her head, but just sighed. "Oh well. I didn't really expect
anything better. Guess we're just going to have to wait for it to fade
naturally. I'm glad we're out of school right now. It would be hard to
explain this in the locker room."

Ranma shuddered. "I don't even want to think about it." She sighed even
more deeply than Akane. "Fucking bastards. Only good thing about today
is I don't see how they could find anything worse to do to us."

Akane blanched. "Don't say that! Don't even think it!" She hung her head
lower. "They can find worse things. Believe me. Please don't tempt them
to try."

After one more quiver of fear, she lifted the bucket beside her and
rinsed the soap off her body. Standing, she turned to face Ranma and
said, "Could you come join me in the furo? I think I need to be held."

When Ranma stepped into the hot water, he was instantly male once more,
although the words remained on his flesh. Akane stifled a giggle at the
way some of the crude letters and drawings changed shape due to the
different proportions of his body. She stepped into the water herself,
and lowered herself to sit between his legs, leaning her back against
his muscular chest. Ranma wrapped his arms around her, lacing his
fingers across her stomach.

"Are you really planning to go over Gosunkugi's house tonight to have
him punish you?" the pigtailed boy asked softly.

The girl in his arms tensed. "Please," she said, "I don't want to fight.
I told you - I need it. I wish you could do it. I really do. But ...
Anyway, you don't have to come. It would probably be better if you
didn't."

He tightened his arms, trying to reassure her. "Sorry. It's just hard
for me, thinking of you ... Sorry. I don't see why you have to, but ...
if you really feel you need it, well, I won't try to stop you."

"Thank you," Akane whispered.

"But I'm still coming," Ranma informed her. "Yeah, I won't like it. But
that's my problem. No way I'm letting you face anything alone from here
on out. We're in this together."

"You're crazy," Akane said, "but I love you anyway." Turning her head,
she leaned up to kiss him gently, then settled back into his arms once
more. Speaking softly, she said, "If you do come, you'll have to behave
yourself. You know what's going to happen. If you can't handle it, then
I'd rather you stay home."

Ranma nuzzled her hair. "I'll handle it. I meant what I said. We'll see
this through together. And when it's over with, we'll tear them limb
from limb together. That's what I'm looking forward to." He hesitated a
moment and then asked, "You think they'll leave us in peace for
Christmas?"

The girl in his arms shrugged. "I have no idea. It would be nice, and
their families will probably be home, so there's a good chance. I'm not
going to count on it though."

"I suppose not," he replied morosely. With that he fell silent, simply
sitting there and enjoying the feel of her body pressed against him.

                               o - o - o

"Dammit!" Ranma cursed. "This fucking skirt just won't stay down."

"Perhaps you should have worn panties under it," Akane suggested,
glaring at the man who had walked into a lamppost while his eyes were
locked on Ranma's red muff. "Hikaru probably wouldn't care."

"I ain't taking a chance on that," the redhead replied. "He might decide
to punish you worse if I did. I just wish it were longer." She shook her
head in disgust. "How about you? You're not too cold are you?"

"I'm okay," Akane told her. "My legs are a little chilly, but it's not
too bad. And my coat is keeping my upper half warm enough, even without
a shirt." She turned to the girl beside her with a wicked grin, reaching
for the zipper. "Want to see?"

Ranma licked her lips, filled with a sudden desire to say yes. However,
they were still out on the street, with numerous other pedestrians
nearby. Reluctantly, she shook her head no. Akane let her hand drop,
still smiling.

"You seem sort of cheerful," Ranma said, speaking slowly. "Are you sure
you need to do this? I mean, you seem okay."

Akane's smile grew weaker. "For the moment, I'm just enjoying walking
across town with you. I ... wasn't thinking about it. But I can't ignore
it forever. Sooner or later it'll catch up with me, if I don't deal with
it. So yeah, I need to."

Ranma sighed. "Okay, okay. Sorry I brought it up." The breeze grabbed at
her skirt again, and she slapped at it with another muffled curse. "Is
there anything special you'd like to do for Christmas?"

Her fiancee tilted her head to the side, considering. "Well, I can't say
anything specific comes to mind. But I would like to spend some time
alone with you, if we can. Which pretty much means getting away from the
house. How about we take off after everyone finishes opening their
gifts? Maybe we could go somewhere and do some training."

Ranma stared off into space. "Sounds good to me. I sure ain't interested
in hanging around our fathers listening to them spout crap all day. Not
that we can go very far if we've gotta be back after a few hours." She
fell silent for several long seconds, thinking over possibilities. Then
she smiled. "I know a farm that oughta do. They grow radishes, but, it
being winter and all ..." She shrugged. "The way the fields and
buildings are laid out, probably no one will notice us. And I think we
could probably slip into a greenhouse to warm up if we get too cold."

"Sounds like a plan," Akane responded. She suddenly reached out and
pulled the pigtailed girl with her into the recessed doorway of a shop
which had closed for the night. As soon as she confirmed that they were
temporarily unobserved by any fellow pedestrians, Akane pulled Ranma
into a passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, the redhead murmured a spaced out "Wow!" although
a moment later she was twisting her head about to check if anyone had
seen them. Reassured, she turned back and asked, "What was that for?"

Akane gave her a big smile. "Oh, this and that. Because I love you.
Because you want to spend Christmas with me. Alone. Because you agreed
to treat me like a martial artist." She took a deep breath. "Because I
want you to remember how I really feel, in a little while. At Hikaru's."

Ranma's eyes darkened. "Yeah." Forcing a smile on her face, she took
Akane's hand and pulled her back out to the sidewalk. "C'mon. The sooner
we get there, the sooner it'll be over with and I can have you back to
myself."

                               o - o - o

"So you made it," Hikaru commented, closing the door behind them.

"Yeah, we're here," Ranma replied coolly. "So where're your folks
tonight?"

The boy lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. "Volunteer work. Putting
together packages to give to poor families for Christmas. They asked if
I wanted to help, but I declined. They won't be back for a few hours."
He reached for Ranma's coat as the redhead pulled it off.

Akane hesitated before removing her own coat, but then chided herself
for silliness. She unzipped it and allowed it to slide down her arms,
exposing her bare breasts, nipples standing out hard in the cool air.
She held the garment out to be taken, giving the appearance of being
unconcerned about her partial nudity.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Hikaru asked, for all the world as
if this were just another social visit. He seemed to take no notice of
the writing on their bodies.

"I'd rather just get this over with," Ranma said pointedly, her
expression determined.

Hikaru lifted an eyebrow. "*You* don't have to do anything except sit
around. It's Akane who's got to go through with the rough bit. Assuming
she still wants to." He turned to the other girl. "Do you?"

Akane's eyes flicked to Ranma and back, before answering quietly, "Yes."

Hikaru nodded, her reply as he had expected. "Then come on into the
other room and get undressed. You too, Ranma. If you're staying that
is."

Ranma grimaced. "You want me to strip too? Why?"

"Because you're insisting on being here while Akane is punished. The
least you can do is get undressed with her. As a matter of fact, I'm
going to tie you to the chair you sit in. I don't want you feeling
tempted to interfere."

"And if I refuse ...?" she asked curiously, wondering what he'd say.

The young man facing her just shrugged. "No skin off my nose. The door's
behind you. If you don't like my rules, you leave. If you stay, then
you're doing things my way."

Ranma sighed and nodded her acquiescence. The three of them walked into
the family room, where the two girls removed the few items of clothing
they were wearing. Ranma sat in one of the two hard chairs in the room,
and allowed Hikaru to use four neckties to bind her ankles to the chair
legs and her wrists to struts along the back. After doing so, Hikaru sat
in the other chair and faced Akane.

He then appeared to reconsider, and turned back toward Ranma. "The first
thing to understand," he said, addressing the pigtailed girl, "is that
this sort of punishment is voluntary. She doesn't get to choose *what*
the punishment will be, but it's her choice to submit to it in the first
place. In that way, it's not like the rest of the sex you two are being
forced to do. If she changes her mind, Akane can just say so and the two
of you can leave right now. No penalty." He turned to Akane. "Do you
want me to punish you?"

Akane stood in front of him, making no effort to conceal her nudity. In
fact, after he asked his question, she slowly raised her arms and laced
her fingers together behind her neck. Her voice, when she spoke, was
quiet yet firm. "Yes, please. I need it. Please punish me."

Ranma frowned, looking mildly unhappy, but said nothing.

Addressing Ranma again, Hikaru said, "Not only is it her choice, but
it's best to make her state that explicitly - like I just did. In fact,
I'll go on to confirm that she understands the rules." Returning his
eyes to Akane, he asked, "Do you agree to let me punish you as I see
fit, to submit to whatever I choose to do? And do you agree to express
your gratitude to me afterward, to the very best of your ability?"

Akane took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, Hikaru-sama. Please punish
me however you think appropriate, and I promise I'll do whatever I can
to show how grateful I am later."

"You don't have to sound so ... beneath him," Ranma grumbled to Akane.

"Yes, she does," Hikaru contradicted. "That's the correct attitude for
someone who is seeking punishment. Now, despite the fact that Akane has
agreed that I set the punishment, she can still call it off at any time.
For that purpose I'll give her a `safe word.' She can beg, cry, or moan
anything she pleases, without stopping me. But if she ever says `cherry
mochi' then I'll stop and let her go. Of course, that also means I'll
stop the punishment, which she says she wants. It's her choice, you
see." Glancing at Akane, he inquired, "You understand that, right?"

Akane just nodded. Ranma was deep in thought, trying to process the idea
that this was up to Akane, and that things would go no further than she
was willing to let them go.

The young man leaned back in his chair, holding his hands in his lap,
enjoying the professorial mood which had taken him. "Now some people are
into this sort of thing for pleasure, believe it or not, and though
she's reluctant to admit it, Akane does get turned on when she's
punished." He ignored her faint protests. "However, that's not really
why she's here. Akane has reasons for wanting to be punished, and it
doesn't matter whether you think those reasons are good enough. Or even
whether I do. What matters is that she does, and that she'll be more
unhappy in the long run if she doesn't get punished the way she thinks
she deserves. Understand?"

Akane looked like she wanted to say something in response to this,
except that she couldn't think of the right words. She settled for a
soft, "I do deserve it." Ranma, on the other hand, looked skeptical, but
still said nothing.

"Okay," Hikaru went on, not worrying overmuch about Ranma's lack of
response, "the next step, the way I see things, is to make Akane explain
her reasons for being punished, and what she hopes to achieve. This can
be painful for her, because she has to be forced to be honest, and that
can mean having to say some things which are embarrassing, or worse. I
should point out that I don't mean she has to be honest in some absolute
sense of universal truth everyone will agree to. What I mean is that she
has to be honest about what she herself believes to be the truth. So,
for example, if she believes that she has behaved like a slut and that's
why she wants to be punished, then she has to come right out and say
that she behaved like a slut. Otherwise she isn't going to get out of it
what she wants."

"Akane ain't no slut!" Ranma stated hotly.

Remaining calm, Hikaru said, "It doesn't matter what you believe. It
doesn't matter what I believe, or anyone else. What matters here is what
Akane believes. And she seems to think that word applies to a girl who
finds sex pleasurable even when it's with a boy she hates." He looked
squarely at Akane. "Do you believe that you're a slut?"

"Yes, Hikaru-sama," Akane answered unhappily but with resignation, "I
know that I'm a slut."

"But ..." Ranma began.

"Ranma," Akane interrupted her, "please don't make me argue about that.
It's painful enough just saying it. I don't want to have to try to
explain as well."

Ranma's expression was rebellious for a moment, but then she subsided
and looked away.

Steepling his fingers, Hikaru pointed out, "I was only using that as an
example anyway. I don't think that's what's bothering Akane today, or at
least not that specifically." Catching Akane's eye, he said, "I believe
you want to be punished because of some of the things you did today. Now
like I was telling your girlfriend here, you need to state the reasons
you should be punished. What did you do that you regret so much?"

Settling herself back down, Akane focused on Hikaru's face. "I feel
guilty about a lot of the things I did today ..."

"Stop right there," the boy watching her interrupted. "Before you go on,
I don't want to hear about stuff like what you wrote on Ranma. You were
made to do that. You were even told what to write. You didn't have a
choice."

Ranma stared at Hikaru, puzzled. She had thought the boy's whole idea
was simply to punish Akane, whatever the reason, because he got off on
doing so. But now he was telling her he wouldn't punish her for
something. Ranma shook her head, confused.

"But I still feel guilty about it," Akane protested.

"I'm sorry," Hikaru told her, "but you're just going to have to accept
that you had no choice about that. Feeling guilty about something like
that is like feeling guilty for going to school. You're required to do
it, so you don't have a choice. You need to learn to accept that sort of
thing, even if it bothers you. I only want to hear about things that
were your own decision. So let's hear it."

Akane had to stop and think, discarding some of what she had planned to
confess and reorganizing what she had planned to say about the rest.
Finally she started speaking, keeping her gaze locked on Hikaru's face
and carefully not looking at her fiance.

"I behaved very badly today, doing and saying things to hurt Ranma which
were worse than what I was told to do. When Michio told me to say that I
only wanted to be fucked by them, and not by Ranma, I went too far, what
I said was worse than I needed to make it. When I told the story of how
I lost my virginity, I made it too elaborate, making myself sound like a
lot more of a slut than necessary. When they told me to kiss Ranma and
share the ... the semen in my mouth, I should have kissed her and only
pretended to share it."

She worried at her lower lip with her teeth for a moment before going
on. "When Raiden was, um, butt fucking Ranma and Michio made me tell him
to do it harder, I, uh, shouldn't have gone so far." Akane briefly
looked like she might cry. "I'm really upset with myself for how hard I
told Raiden to screw her, especially after I saw Ranma start crying."

"It wasn't your fault," Ranma whispered, but Akane ignored her.

"And the worse thing was at the very end, when Michio was spanking Ranma
with the paddle." She looked down and her voice grew even more quiet.
"It should have been me getting spanked instead. But not only did Ranma
take the spanking I should have gotten, but ... I, uh ..." Her face grew
red and her chin trembled. "I ... came while he was spanking her. I
actually went and had an orgasm while watching Michio spank Ranma.
That's the thing I need to be punished for most of all."

The pigtailed girl opened her mouth to reassure Akane, but no words came
out. The light began to dawn dimly, finally understanding a little of
what the other girl was going through. She was just being silly about
all the other stuff, but that last thing ... Well, Ranma didn't blame
her, of course. But thinking about how she would feel right now, if she
had climaxed while watching Akane being hurt - that was enough to give
her a glimmering of why the girl she loved might feel such a burning
need to be punished right now. So she cast her eyes down to her lap,
determined not to say anything to make this harder for Akane.

Hikaru observed the effect of this speech on Ranma with interest. When
he spoke, he addressed himself to the redhead again. "Now it always
helps to reinforce why she is being punished, why she believes what she
did was wrong. It's especially important to be completely blunt about
it, particularly if she hasn't been blunt enough herself."

Returning his gaze to Akane, the boy said, "So the reason you need to be
punished is, first, that you got so carried away by the setting, how
turned on you were, by all the sex, that you went too far. That you
behaved like a bitch by saying and doing more than you should have. And
second, that you gave in to your slutty nature to such an extent that
you came from watching your fiance get spanked. Is that right?"

"Yes, Hikaru-sama," the young woman answered.

Making his voice even more stern, Hikaru emphasized, "You acted like a
bitch and a slut, and you want to be punished so that you'll remember
not to act like a bitch in future, and not to be any more of a slut than
you can help being. Right?"

Ranma squirmed uncomfortably, but decided to continue not interfering.
Akane just hung her head and replied, "Yes, Hikaru-sama. I don't want to
act like a bitch. And even though I'm a slut, I don't want to be any
worse than necessary."

Hikaru couldn't get over how much he was enjoying instructing Ranma. He
wasn't even sure why - perhaps it was just that it let him rub his
rival's nose in the fact that he himself was the one who got the
pleasure of punishing Akane. Not to mention what they'd be doing
afterward. He smiled to himself.

Then he recalled himself to the present, cleared his throat, and said,
"Notice that I didn't just make her say what she did wrong. I also made
it clear what she hopes to get out of the punishment. How she wants it
to affect her future behavior. That's what punishment is really for,
after all. Not revenge for past actions, but to affect future choices."

Firming his shoulders, he said to Akane, "And now it's time to get down
to business. We'll start with a plain spanking. Get over here and get
yourself across my lap. Then ask me to spank you."

Akane followed his instruction, stepping to his side and lying over his
knees. Her fingers and toes were both on the floor, while the smooth,
creamy skin of her ass was right in front of his face. Drawing a breath,
she firmly said, "Please spank me, Hikaru-sama."

Ranma kept her eyes down, not watching, but doing so was almost
pointless. Each clap of the boy's hand against the flesh of Akane's ass
echoed loudly around the room, followed almost instantly by the faintest
`eep' sound from her lips. It was all too easy to imagine the scene
which would greet her gaze if she were to lift her head.

Hikaru stopped after a relatively short time, knowing that his slaps
couldn't generate enough pain to be very meaningful to a martial artist
of Akane's caliber. This type of spanking was done more for his own
pleasure, enjoying both the sight and the sensation. It was time though
to move on to something more serious.

"Get up now," he told the girl over his lap. "I have to go get a couple
of things." As Akane rose to her feet, he also stood and left the room,
returning a minute later with a couple of items from his closet. Akane
shivered slightly on seeing the shinai he held in one hand.

"I want you to kneel in front of the chair, and rest your face and
forearms on the seat of the chair," he ordered Akane. "Keep your bottom
up as high in the air as you can."

Akane followed these instructions, licking her lips at the mildly
embarrassing realization that if Ranma glanced in her direction that she
would have an unobstructed view of her pussy from behind. Nonetheless,
she raised herself on her knees to put her rear end as high as it would
go, determined to do as she'd been told.

Hikaru then announced, "I'm going to start whipping you with this
shinai. However, it's going to be up to you when I stop. I want you to
reach a hand back between your legs and start playing with your pussy.
I'm going to whip you until you make yourself come. As soon as you come,
I'll stop."

Akane was horrified, but knew that it was his decision how she was to be
punished. She could object, but if she did he'd tell her to leave, and
she didn't want that. So when he coldly commanded, "Now!" Akane
hesitantly lifted her right hand from the seat of the chair and slid it
under her belly and between her thighs. With a fair degree of
trepidation, she gingerly touched one fingertip to her sensitive clit.

As if that were a signal, Hikaru swung down with the bamboo practice
sword. Akane yelped in agony, her hand dropping to the floor. As the
shinai struck again, forcing another gasp of pain from the girl, Hikaru
reminded her, "Remember. I'm not going to stop until you make yourself
come."

Despite the pain, Akane knew that she'd better get busy. She returned
her finger to her slit, gently rubbing between the folds, trying to come
up with some fantasy on which she could concentrate despite the
lightning bolts of pain crashing through her body. She settled on
imagining a stronger Ranma whipping her in front of the science lab
window while most of the student body gathered on the lawn below to
watch. Somewhat to her own surprise, her pussy began lubricating heavily
despite the constant barrage of fiery slices raining down on her rear.

In the meantime, Ranma had found herself unable to keep her eyes
averted, raising her head in shock to watch what was happening a couple
of meters away. She winced in sympathetic pain each time the shinai
struck, leaving another red stripe across the beautiful, bouncing twin
globes facing her. But even more, she watched in fascination as Akane's
fingers worked rapidly between the clearly juicy petals of her sex. In
spite of herself, Ranma found that she was becoming incredibly turned on
by the sight. Without even noticing, her hips surreptitiously squirmed
against the hard wooden seat of the chair.

Akane had completely forgotten her present surroundings. Between the
pain of the wooden blade striking her, and the fantasy in which she had
buried herself as deeply as possible, she had no spare mental capacity
to waste on anything else. In her mind's eye her classmates were
shouting encouragement to Ranma as he caned her, while lifting cameras
to their faces to record the scene. She imagined her fellow students
trading the photographs with one another later, pausing to smirk at her
as she walked past them in the hall.

Ranma licked dry lips while wishing she had a free hand to scratch the
itch between her thighs. She found that she was imagining herself in
Hikaru's place, in male form, whipping Akane while her fiancee gyrated
and masturbated underneath the punishing strokes. Ranma squeezed her
legs together as best she could, pressing herself against the seat,
remembering the things Hikaru had said and fantasizing that she was the
one who had made Akane "confess" and ask to be spanked. And she groaned
in frustration at the thought that even if she were free, she was too
weak to do any such thing.

Although it seemed much longer to the two girls, it was only a few
minutes before matters approached a crescendo. Akane's fingers became a
blur. She screamed with each impact, though if asked she would have
found it hard to answer whether this was due to the pain or the
sensations building rapidly to a climax. Ranma was moaning over her
inability to achieve sufficient stimulation to bring on a climax of her
own. At the last Akane gave one more scream and arched her back,
freezing in place for several long seconds before sinking back down to
lay her cheek against the seat, her bottom dropping down to rest on her
heels. Hikaru stepped back, pressing his sleeve against the perspiration
on his forehead.

"Are you done?" Ranma asked hoarsely, trying to still the motions of her
ass against the chair.

"Not yet," Hikaru replied succinctly, eliciting a quiet moan from the
girl at his feet. To her he said, "Take a few minutes to rest, though.
In fact, I'll go get you something to drink. Be right back." He turned
and left the room once more.

"You okay, 'Kane?" Ranma whispered, anxious.

The young woman nodded without looking up. A minute later she
straightened, lifting her front half from the chair but continuing to
squat on the floor. Turning her head, she gave the redhead a weak smile
at odds with her tear streaked face, and said breathily, "I'm o-okay.
This is wh-what I wanted. ... Really."

The other girl just shook her head, finding it hard to believe the
words, although on some level she accepted that they were true.
"Remember. He said you can put a stop to this any time."

Akane's smile grew wider, yet remained fatigued, and she sniffled a
couple of times before replying. "Of c-course I remember. But like I
s-said, this really is what I wanted. I'll be ... okay." Seeing the
disbelief still in Ranma's eyes, she crawled over and rested a hand
against her cheek. "I know you d-don't understand, but try to trust me.
Okay?"

Ranma closed her eyes, but nodded her head, feeling Akane's fingers
brushing lightly against her cheek as she did so. She was mildly
surprised to feel lips press against her own for a brief moment before
withdrawing. Opening her eyes, she saw that Akane had settled back on
her heels again, her own eyes now closed, tears still leaking out from
under the lashes.

Hikaru stepped back into the room, walking quickly over to Akane and
offering her a cup. She took it calmly and raised it to her lips, taking
a few sips. A couple of minutes passed before the boy asked, "Are you
ready to go on?"

Akane placed the cup down on the floor and nodded her head. Hikaru
reached out with his hand and Akane took it in hers, allowing him to
pull her to her feet. He walked her over to the chair and sat her in it,
then picked up some more rope and tied her much in the same manner that
he had tied Ranma. Akane merely sat there while he secured her firmly.

The young man picked up the bag he had brought out earlier along with
the shinai. Reaching into the bag, his hand came back out holding
several clothespins, causing Akane to wince at the sight. Yet still she
said nothing. She watched with resignation as he approached her, and
managed to restrain herself to small yelps of pain as one was placed on
each nipple. Her cries were a little louder as he attached additional
clothespins elsewhere on the skin of her breasts.

Turning to observe the effect on Ranma, Hikaru lectured, "Always
remember that punishment is about shame as well as pain. Sometimes the
most effective way to punish her is to make her say or do things she
doesn't want to, things that she finds humiliating." Turning back to his
subject, he said, "Tell us what you were thinking about earlier. When
you were fingering yourself during the whipping."

Akane shook her head in mute dismay.

Hikaru merely smiled. "Those clothespins aren't coming off until you say
everything I want you to say. In the meantime ..." He reached into the
bag again and pulled out a vibrator, the same one with which Ranma had
once been entertained. Turning it on, he ran it slowly up one thigh,
then up her side and along the base of her breasts, then down again and
over her mound.

"Go on. Tell us," he whispered. "You'll have to eventually. You might as
well get it over with." He reached out with his other hand and flicked
one of the clothespins, causing Akane to gasp.

The girl was mortified at the idea of telling the other two about the
fantasy in which she had indulged, but at the same time wasn't sure how
long she could take the agony in her tits. Besides, she was sure that
Hikaru meant what he said about not freeing her until she did, and the
only other option was to use the safe word he'd given her, which she
wouldn't do. Hanging her head she surrendered, speaking in a breathy,
gasping fashion.

"I, uh, imagined I was at school. In the science lab. I was standing on
the bookshelf at the window, naked. I imagined that, um, ..." Akane
paused before going on. "That Ranma was the one whipping me. While I
stood in front of the window. And there were people down below watching.
All of the other students and teachers. Watching me and taking
photographs. And I thought about the way they'd look at me in school
later. The way they'd act and the things they'd say."

"And you really got off on that, didn't you?" Hikaru asked while Ranma
stared, open mouthed. Akane nodded her head, not looking up, not wanting
to see what might be in their eyes.

"Tell me," Hikaru suggested curiously, "don't you think it's rather
wanton and perverted to want everyone at school to see you naked and
being whipped? To take photographs of you like that?"

"Yes," Akane whispered, then moaned loudly as the vibrator moved over
her slit.

"How many different guys have fucked you, Akane-chan?" the boy asked
next, moving the vibrator down along her thigh again.

"I ... I don't know," she replied.

"Well, add it up!" he responded acerbically. "It can't be *that* hard to
figure out!"

The young woman was silent for a minute, her lips moving soundlessly.
"Twelve," she finally answered miserably.

"Do you think there's any other girl at our school who's fucked twelve
different guys?"

"No," Akane said. It came out sounding very plaintive.

Hikaru moved the vibrator back to her pussy, spreading her labia with
it. "I guess that makes you the biggest slut ever to attend Furinkan
High School. Let me hear you admit it."

Akane licked her lips, not even trying to stop her hips from humping
against the device between her legs. "I ... I'm the biggest slut ever to
attend Furinkan High School. I really am."

Over in her own chair, Ranma shook her head, dismayed at Akane's
readiness to say such things about herself. And strangely aroused by it
as well. The conflicting emotions bombarding through her brain served to
keep her from saying anything in response to what she was hearing.

Hikaru cocked an interested eyebrow in Akane's direction. "Do you think
that getting raped is likely to turn a girl into a slut, Akane?"

"No," she whispered, seeing the implication immediately.

"Then I guess you must have been a slut all along. Getting raped didn't
make you one. Go ahead, let's hear you confess the truth." He eased the
vibrator into her cunt, making Akane squirm and moan in pleasure. The
pain in her tits had become a familiar ache, fading into the background.

"I ... I've really been a slut all along. Ever ... ever since I grew up,
I guess. Puberty, I mean. That means I've, uh, been a slut since before
I started middle school. But I kept it secret. Even from myself. That
must be why I was always so upset with boys who acted perverted. I ... I
... I must have been scared that if I didn't get angry with them, that
I'd let them ... do whatever they wanted."

"What would you have let them do?" Hikaru inquired gently.

Akane moaned, closing her eyes, loving the feel of the vibrator fucking
her. "I'd have let them fuck me. And I'd have sucked their cocks, and
swallowed their cum. I'd have taken them two or three at a time. I'm a
slut, and if they'd known it, that's how they'd have treated me. They
wouldn't have taken no for an answer. They'd have stripped me, and
they'd have lined up to take turns fucking me and coming in me."

Hikaru's dick was rock hard and demanding attention, and he decided that
it was time to move on to the after-punishment entertainment. "Well,
much as I'm enjoying this, I think we'd better get those clothespins off
of you." He pulled the vibrator out, bringing a small unhappy cry from
the girl's mouth. "You did well, Akane-chan. Really well. I just need to
take all this off of you. Grit your teeth. This is probably going to
hurt."

With that he took the clothespins off of her tits, one at a time,
leaving the ones on her nipples for last. The release of each one was
accompanied by a whimper of pain, but at last they were all off. Hikaru
wasted no time untying her as well. Then he stood up, waiting for her to
acknowledge what came next.

Akane slowly stood as well. She looked toward Ranma, hoping the other
girl remembered how things were to go and would understand. Their eyes
met, and after a moment Ranma nodded and looked away. When Hikaru left
the room Akane trailed behind him, following the boy to his bedroom.

When they reached the room, Akane climbed onto the bed to get things
started, only to stop in surprise when Hikaru held up a finger. "I'll be
back in a minute," he told her. "Forgot something." With that, he opened
the door and vanished, leaving Akane to wonder what he left the room to
get.

Back in the family room, Ranma looked up in surprise when Hikaru
reappeared. She hoped the guy wasn't planning to untie her and make her
come back and watch. She wanted to be present to make sure Akane wasn't
hurt in any way, but that didn't mean she wanted to see her fiancee
willingly having sex with the jerk. On the other hand, it might be
better to have the ropes off, even if it would be hard to resist the
temptation to try to interrupt what was going to happen.

"No, I'm not here to untie you," Hikaru told the red-haired girl,
guessing at some of what was going on in her head. "I just figured it
would be a kindness to give you something to keep you occupied, so you
can't spend as much time thinking about what's happening at the same
time."

With that he picked up the vibrator he'd been using on Akane and slid it
up into Ranma's sopping wet snatch before she could think to protest.
"Hey! Wait ...!" Ranma began, then dissolved into a groan as Hikaru
turned the dial to the highest setting. Her legs spasmed, and she called
to Hikaru's retreating back, "T-Take it out! I don't need it."

At the doorway Hikaru stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "That's
okay, you don't need to pretend. I know it'll be easier for you like
this." With that he was gone.

"No, stop ..." Ranma cried out, but fell silent at the uselessness of
it. She tried to ignore the rapidly building sensations washing over
her, but she might as well have tried to hold back an avalanche with a
broom.

On returning to his room, Hikaru noisily closed the door, but kept his
hand on the knob preventing it from latching. He quietly eased it partly
open again, a fact hidden by the nook in which the door was recessed
from the rest of the room. The boy entered the room fully and sat on the
side of the bed, gazing at Akane's nude form with a smile. His eyes
lifted and looked out the open curtains of his window at the lit window
next door. Several seconds passed before the light went out, but the boy
fancied he could still make out a silhouette at the window. He turned
back to Akane, putting the neighbor out of his mind for the time being.

"So, are you feeling less guilty now?" he asked gently. "Or at least
like you can handle it, because you'll do better in the future?"

Akane bit her lip, but nodded. "Yes. Thank you. Um, what would you like
to do?"

"Oh, the usual," he replied with a nonchalant wave. "Make love to you.
Have you suck me until I'm hard again. Take you in the ass. But only if
that's what you want."

She nodded, then held out her arms. "Please screw me, Hikaru-sama. I
need it. I want you. Please take me now and fuck me hard."

Gosunkugi didn't move from where he sat. "You can drop the honorifics
for now. I'd also like you to ask me to `make love' to you, just for
today, instead of the cruder terms. Oh, and try to sound a little more
enthusiastic, okay?"

Akane rose from her reclining position to kneel behind the young man,
wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her bare breasts to his
back. "Please, Hikaru. Please make love to me. I want to feel your
wonderful cock inside of me. I want to feel you moving in me. I want to
feel you come in me. Please."

Out in the family room, Ranma heard Akane's words, scowling as a wave of
jealousy swept over her. She knew that Akane was supposed to repay
Gosunkugi for what he'd done, that she was supposed to show how grateful
she was for being punished, but that sounded like taking things a bit
farther than necessary. Worse, she had asked the asshole to "make love"
to her. One of the things which had made the whole situation bearable
for Ranma was that all Akane was doing with these guys was having sex,
that he would be the first person to truly make love to her.

And it certainly wasn't any help that the buzzing in her cunt was
rapidly forcing her toward a climax.

Back in the bedroom, Hikaru stood up and crossed over to his closet,
reaching in and coming back out with a thick, black butt plug and a tube
of lubricant. Stepping back up beside the bed, he ordered, "Roll over,
please. I want to put this in before we make love."

Akane regarded the item in his hands, her tongue darting out to lick at
her lips nervously. At the same time she couldn't prevent a flutter of
excitement in her stomach. Slowly the girl turned over to lie on her
front, then reached behind to take hold of her ass cheeks and spread
them, inviting him to insert the object.

Hikaru applied a generous amount of gel, before slowly pushing the item
against her hole, spreading the dark starfish of her anus. Akane groaned
loudly as it reached the widest point, then it was past her sphincter
and her butt clenched tight against the base, holding the plug inside.
She trembled for a moment as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.

"Now turn over and ask for it again," the boy said, trying to tamp down
the eager note in his voice.

Akane rolled over carefully onto her back, trying to settle herself in a
position which wasn't uncomfortable. She spread her legs apart,
revealing her glistening slit to Hikaru's hot stare. "Please make love
to me, Hikaru," she begged. "I need to have my pussy filled by your
cock. Please, give it to me. I can't wait any longer."

Ranma, panting and trying to hold off an orgasm, heard Akane's
repetition of her request. A minute later, Ranma actually heard the
other girl moan in distinct pleasure, followed by a cry of "Oh God!
Yes!" At that moment Ranma's body betrayed her, and she spasmed in a
forceful climax, which at least had the benefit of preventing her from
hearing anything else for the next several seconds.

In the bedroom, Akane had given in to the ecstasy of having her cunt and
asshole filled at the same time. She was almost mindlessly humping
against the cock screwing her, focused entirely on the pleasure to the
exclusion of all else. A couple of minutes later she shrieked in orgasm
before falling limp. It took several seconds before the girl became
aware that the boy on top of her was still pistoning in and out, that he
hadn't come yet. Akane felt her arousal rapidly climb once more.

Ranma also felt her arousal increasing again, but wasn't quite as
reconciled to it. She'd felt a downright stab of jealousy when she heard
Akane's orgasmic scream, wondering for a moment if she'd ever be able to
make her fiancee scream like that during lovemaking, before crushing the
thought with a confident assertion that of course she would. As her legs
writhed and fresh perspiration broke out on her face, Ranma wished with
all her might that her hands were free so that she could cover her ears.
The girl pouted unhappily as she overheard Akane begging Hikaru to "fuck
her harder."

Akane wrapped her arms and legs around Hikaru, weakly trying to pull him
tighter against her body, or at least pull herself more tightly against
him. She was thrusting her own pussy against his massive prick, spikes
of pleasure shooting through her as his staff rubbed through the
intervening tissues against the plug inside her body. When Hikaru
grunted and stiffened within her, filling her with his seed, Akane
screamed as another orgasm blasted her with its shock waves.

When he withdrew his half erect dick from her dripping snatch, Hikaru
flopped back and asked, "What do you want to do now?"

Akane had been lying there zoning out in pure bliss, but the question
recalled her to her responsibilities. She managed to get up to her
knees, sitting back on her heels, and took a few deep breaths to steady
herself. Then she asked, "Please may I suck on your cock, Hikaru? I'd
really like you to ..." She paused, but the words `make love' just
didn't seem to apply here. "I'd like you to screw my ass. Please can I
suck on your cock and get you hard again so you can butt fuck me?"

In the family room Ranma groaned on hearing this, as she exploded in yet
another climax.

Akane licked her secretions and the residue of Hikaru's spunk off of his
cock, then proceeded to give the boy an expert blowjob. It didn't take
long before he was once again as hard as a block of oak, and he placed a
finger under Akane's chin to lift her mouth off of his rod before she
enticed him into rewarding her with a full stomach. He pulled a couple
of pillows into the middle of the bed and patted them, indicating that
she should lay herself there to present her ass for a reaming.

Applying firm pressure, he pulled the plug from her ass with a pop.
Patting the welts on her bottom, Hikaru remarked, "I want to be sure
that you want this."

Taking just a moment to get the proper level of pleading in her voice,
Akane replied wantonly, "Yes, I want it. In fact, I need it. Please butt
fuck me Hikaru! Please! I need to feel you filling my bottom with your
cock. Please stick your cock up my ass all the way up to your balls."

Pleased with her response, and grinning at the thought of what Ranma's
expression might be in the other room, Hikaru pressed himself to the
girl's bottom and eased himself gradually inside. As he pushed himself
in further and further, listening to Akane grunt and groan beneath him,
he lustfully read the words printed on her back, "Property of Furinkan
Boys." It also amused him that he was obeying the instruction printed
across her ass cheeks, "Please fuck my butt." Although he could have
done without the picture of a guy's prick drawn between the two.

It took a while, but he finally got himself all the way in. At that
point Hikaru paused, enjoying the sensation of being fully embedded in
Akane Tendo's ass. He paused for a minute, then began slowly screwing
himself in and out. Holding his breath, the boy sought for a distraction
in order to prolong the ecstasy.

"So tell me, Akane, do you enjoy getting fucked by Michio?"

Akane felt her next impending orgasm recede as she grimaced. "No. I hate
him. You know that."

"I didn't ask what you thought of *him*," Hikaru clarified. "Do you like
the sex?"

The girl underneath him squirmed as he continued impaling her asshole.
"I ... well, uh, yeah. I like the feeling of, you know, being screwed.
It's ... physical. Even when a complete asshole like Michio is attached
to the penis doing it."

"So let me ask again," Hikaru reiterated. "Whatever you think of the
bastard himself, do you enjoy being *fucked* by Michio?"

"I ... yes," Akane whispered reluctantly.

Hikaru grunted as he pushed himself deeper, drawing a grunt from Akane
as well. "Full sentence answers, Akane. Try again!"

Trying not to think about what she was saying, Akane admitted, "Yes, I
enjoy being fucked by Michio."

Out in the other room Ranma gritted her teeth and tried to stop herself,
but was blown away by another hard climax just as she heard Akane agree
to this claim.

"And do you enjoy being fucked by Tanjiro?" Hikaru wanted to know.

The young woman sighed, before groaning again as her bowels were
plundered. "Yes, dammit, I like being screwed by Tanjiro. I enjoy having
Raiden's cock in my cunt or ass. I enjoy being fucked by Kaori, and
Katsuo, and Takeo. All right? Hiroshi fucked me pretty good, too,
although Daisuke has a lot to learn. Okay?"

"Calmly, now," Hikaru urged, slowly pulling back out of her ass, and
then pushing inward once more. "And do you like sucking their cocks? And
swallowing their cum?"

"Kind of," Akane answered slowly. She squirmed a little more. "It's not
pleasurable in itself, but ..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Part of
me sort of, uh, gets off on having to do it." Remembering her duties,
she raised her voice again and said, "Yeah, you could say I like sucking
their cocks and swallowing their semen."

Ranma heard Akane admit that she kind of liked sucking the boys' cocks,
except that the whispered part didn't reach her ears. She tried not to
be bothered by the idea that her fiancee enjoyed doing those things,
though it was hard. In the meantime, she was producing a very large
puddle on the seat of her chair.

By now the boy screwing Akane was having trouble holding off from
coming. "They're going to continue using you, you know. There's no end
in sight. They're going to fuck your cunt and your ass, and make you
give them blowjobs, over and over again, countless times. They're going
to use your body for their pleasure. And you'll enjoy it, won't you?"

Akane was getting pretty close to an orgasm herself, and just threw
together some of his words mindlessly, forming a sentence which was as
coherent as she could manage. "Yes, I want them to use me for their
pleasure. I'll en-enjoy i-it-ieeee!"

Akane came hard, sphincter clenching down weakly on Hikaru's prick. His
orgasm followed an instant later, flooding Akane's rectum with thick
white fluid. Unknown to the pair on the bed, they were joined by Ranma,
biting down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming as a climax
swept over to her, wishing she could block out the words she had heard
Akane speak just before it hit.

After lying there nearly comatose for a couple of minutes, Hikaru slowly
disengaged himself from Akane's anus. He managed to climb to his feet,
then staggered to the bathroom, where he cleaned himself off and brought
a washcloth back for Akane. On reentering the bedroom, the boy closed
the door firmly. Partly so Akane wouldn't know it had been open before,
and partly to keep the following conversation from being overheard.

Akane took the washcloth gratefully, although her face turned red when
Hikaru blatantly watched her clean herself off. She tried to ignore him
and concentrate on the task at hand. Thus she was caught by surprise
when he started speaking.

"It must be pretty rough on Ranma, you know. I mean, she's only getting
screwed by those bastards. I've been trying to treat you a little more
decently - at least, I hope you think I have. And I gather Hiroshi
wasn't too bad, either."

"He wasn't. And ... you're not," she agreed.

Hikaru nodded. "But the only guys screwing Ranma are the ones you hate.
Nobody that would treat her halfway decently. I wouldn't be surprised if
it leaves her with some pretty traumatic notions of what sex is like."

"I ..." Akane started, but then cut herself off. She remembered at the
last moment that she had promised the boys that she wouldn't have sex
with Ranma, and it might not be a good idea to admit even to Hikaru that
she was thinking of doing so anyway. As soon as Ranma felt ready. So she
merely said, "I suppose so."

The young man regarded her shrewdly. "Even if, no, *when* you have sex
with Ranma yourself, that won't help completely. Or I don't think so.
Because she still won't have any decent memories of sex with a boy in
her female form. It's bound to have an effect."

Akane bit her lip, thinking that he did in fact have a point. "So why
don't you have sex with her? You've had plenty of opportunity."

Hikaru frowned. "Because I don't want to force myself on her. The others
made me force myself on you, but they don't seem to care in Ranma's
case. I don't intend to have sex with Ranma unless she asks me to."

Akane looked away. "I can't see her doing that."

Hikaru's frown lifted into a smile. "Not on her own, no. Not likely. But
maybe if you suggested it ..."

It was Akane's turn to frown. "I don't think Ranma would take it very
well if I told her that."

His voice light, Hikaru replied, "Well, I wasn't thinking you should go
up to Ranma and say, `Hey, I think you ought to fuck Hikaru!' I agree,
that wouldn't go over well at all. But for Ranma's sake, maybe you
should try to persuade her."

The girl's frown deepened. "It almost sounds like you're looking for a
way to screw Ranma without having to order her to."

Hikaru eased back, shrugging as if he didn't really care. "It's not
about what I want. I'll be perfectly fine if I never do it with Ranma.
Tell you what, I'll leave it up to you. You just think about it. If you
think Ranma would be better off, then try to talk her into it. If not,
then don't. And I won't push you into making a decision. Okay?"

Akane nodded, while thinking hard. Could she trust him? Might it help
Ranma to better face what was happening to them? She sighed, deciding to
think about it more, later.

Standing up again, Hikaru said, "Why don't you go use the bathroom while
I untie Ranma? Then you can both get dressed and go home. It's been a
long day for you."

Akane nodded once more, standing up herself. "Yeah, I do have to. Use
the bathroom, I mean. I'll meet you out in the front room." She walked
down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself.

Rejoining Ranma, Hikaru ignored the glare directed his way, waiting for
the girl to come one last time. After her tremors subsided he extracted
the vibrator from her sopping pussy and set it aside. He then made short
work of untying her limbs, and stretched out a hand to help her up.

Ranma eyed the hand dubiously. Deciding to ignore it, she struggled up
on her own, only to have her knees collapse under her. Hikaru grabbed
her by the elbow before she fell, and lifted her back to a standing
position. As soon as she was steady, Ranma shook her arm free of the
boy's grasp and took a step away from him.

Before either of them could come up with anything to say, Akane walked
into the room. She took Ranma's hand and squeezed it, then turned to
Hikaru. "Thanks for your, um, help. We can go now, right?"

Hikaru nodded. "Yep. Until later. You two take care of each other."

Ranma gave the boy another confused stare, but Akane just smiled and
pulled at his hand. Together they walked over to their clothes and
dressed, with Akane finally putting her shirt back on which she had
handed over to Hikaru earlier that day. After zipping up their coats,
Akane said, "Thanks again. Bye-bye." She gave a little wave as they
walked out the door, with Ranma pulling it closed behind them.

The red-haired girl remained silent for the next several minutes and
Akane, picking up her mood, was quiet as well. Finally, Ranma admitted,
"I could, uh, hear a lot of what you were saying, you know."

Akane blanched. "In the bedroom? Oh ... God! Oh, Ranma, I'm sorry, but
... I had to. You know that."

"Did you have to ask him to make love to you?" Ranma asked, knowing that
it was coming out petulantly. "It's just supposed to be sex with the
other guys. I mean, you don't love him, do you?"

"Of course not!" she said loudly. Then looking around at the other
pedestrians, she lowered her voice and said, "I love you. It was just
sex with Hikaru, whatever I may have said. I have to say what he wants
me to say. This is why I was worried about you coming. You know I don't
have a choice about that stuff. But you're the only man I will ever
truly make love with." Akane linked her elbow through the other girl's.
"You have to believe that. You're the only guy I really want."

Ranma sighed. "Yeah. Sorry. It was just so hard to ... well, when I
heard you ... sorry. Sorry. I'm acting like an idiot, I know."

Akane smiled at her. "Yeah, well, you're my idiot, and I love you the
way you are." Her smile faded a little. "But maybe next time you really
should stay home."

Ranma shook her head vigorously, pigtail whipping back and forth. "No. I
ain't letting you face this shit alone. I'll just have to try harder to
remember the truth next time." She looked up, and her face scrunched in
puzzlement. "Where are we going? This ain't the way home."

"I forgot to tell you." Akane walked a little faster, pulling Ranma
along. "We have a little while yet before the stores close. There's
something I want to buy."

Ranma whined. "You're gonna make me go shopping? After everything we
just been through? Aw, come on Akane! Can't we do this tomorrow?"

"Tonight," the dark-haired girl said with finality. Reluctantly, Ranma
followed her fiancee, refusing to let go of Akane's arm.

Several minutes later the teenage couple entered a trendy clothing
store. Akane led the way to the back, where Ranma found herself facing a
selection of short skirts. In sudden enlightenment, the redhead looked
down at the microscopic piece of cloth around her own hips, comparing it
to the items in front of her. "Aw, hell no," Ranma exclaimed. "You ain't
thinking of buying more of these damn skirts, are you?"

"Yes I am," Akane responded matter-of-factly. "I was thinking about it
earlier. I was worried that Michio and the others might think that the
skirt I was wearing was too long, and what they might do if they did.
And if you have to wear something that short, then I'd feel better if I
was too."

"This ain't a damn contest over who's wearing the shortest skirt," Ranma
protested. "We're doing what they force us to do, and there's no reason
to do worse than they make us. Now, c'mon!"

"I've already made up my mind, Ranma," Akane said with determination.
Hearing her own words, she gave the other girl a smile. "If we're really
going to get married someday, then you've got to learn the lesson that
all men learn. When a woman says she's made up her mind, the smart man
gives in."

"Like hell," he fumed. But nonetheless, Ranma watched with resignation
as Akane selected several skirts as tiny as the one the redhead was
currently wearing, and carried them to the checkout counter. Akane paid
the bored clerk, picked up the bag she was handed, and led Ranma out of
the store. A short distance down the street Akane turned a corner,
leading Ranma into an alley.

"What do you want back here?" Ranma asked.

"I told you," Akane replied nervously. "It's not fair for you to have to
wear a skirt that short if I'm not as well." With that she tried to pull
down the zipper of the skirt she had on, but ended up having to take her
coat off first to get to it more easily.

Ranma's head spun from side to side in sudden fright. "Dammit! You can't
undress here! Somebody might see!"

Akane merely said, "We'll just have to hope that nobody notices. Or that
you can distract them if they do." With that she pulled the skirt down
her legs, leaving herself bare below the waist.

Still nearly having heart attacks, Ranma noticed the other girl had
semen leaking down her thighs. "Do you, uh, want me to clean you up?
Down there? Like this afternoon?"

As Akane stuffed the skirt she had worn into the bag and pulled out one
of the new ones, she remarked laughingly, "I thought you were the one
who didn't want me undressed here in the alley. Don't worry about it. It
won't be as noticeable at night. And if anyone does notice, well, I've
had people see me in worse state." She pulled the tiny skirt up her legs
and fastened the zipper, embarrassedly gauging how little she was
covered, particularly with no underpants beneath.

Akane led the way out of the alley, trying to walk carefully in order to
preserve what modesty she could. Not that she could hope to be entirely
successful, realizing full well that by the time she reached home she
would no doubt have flashed both her ass and pubic hair to several
passersby. Which, the teenage girl told herself sternly, was no more
than she deserved, having dragged Ranma into this situation, however
unintentionally. Not to mention her inexcusable behavior earlier that
day, even if Hikaru had punished her for that already.

A sudden gust lifted both skirts before their owners could thrust them
back down again, causing a man walking toward them to stop in shock. As
they drew close he leered at them, suggesting, "You girls interested in
having a little fun?"

"Piss off!" Ranma declared, moving to step around the jerk.

"If you're into watersports, I'm game," the man replied casually,
reaching down to grab Akane's skirt and lifting it fully above her
waist. Akane froze at his sheer gall, while the man drank in the sight
of her trim, dark triangle of hair.

Ranma, however, didn't freeze. She spun around and touched the man's
shoulder. His arm spasmed and then fell to hang at his side lifelessly,
dropping the skirt. He stared at the limb, bewildered.

"I said, piss off!" Ranma repeated. "Touch us again, and you'll wake up
in a hospital."

"What's your problem?" the man snarled. "I can see the cum running down
your friend's leg. What, my dick isn't good enough for you?"

Ranma just took Akane's hand and pulled her along the sidewalk, away
from the asshole. Lifting her other hand, and not bothering to look back
his way, the redhead gestured with her middle finger.

Akane tried to think of something to say, but wasn't sure what. Most of
her mind was taken up with wondering, had Ranma not been there with her,
whether the man she had just encountered would have dragged her away
somewhere and raped her. Trying to hold her skirt down with her free
hand, Akane told herself repeatedly that her pussy was *not* wetter than
it had been. Or if it was, that it was only because it had been trained
to get wet at any suggestion that someone might have sex with her.

As foreseen, several people got glimpses under the girls' skirts,
despite their best efforts to keep them from flying up. The worst was
when they were waiting at a corner to cross a street, with several other
pedestrians behind them, when a breeze lifted the skirts in back and
revealed the entirety of their bottoms. Even worse, they were directly
under a streetlamp, and knew that everyone had probably been able to
read the words written across their ass cheeks. They instantly jumped
out into the street to cross, before it was strictly safe to do so.

When they got home, the two teens once again slipped into the furoba
together, although Akane was the only one who truly needed to wash.
Ranma changed back to male and put on a yukata, placing the girl's
clothes he had worn with Akane's for her to take back to her room. They
kissed for a while after Akane washed, and considered doing more, but
were both forced to admit that they were too tired - that they had each
had too many orgasms already that day - to give one another the proper
degree of attention. So they said good night, and hoped they'd be
allowed some peace the next day before the boys came after them again.

When Akane entered her room, she put down the armload of clothing, then
slipped out of her yukata, standing there nude. She was about to cross
over to her dresser when she heard a "Bwee!" and spun around just in
time to catch her pet in her arms.

"Oh, P-chan! You're still here! Thank goodness!" She crushed the pleased
pig to her bare breasts. "Let me just get something on, and then we can
go to bed, okay?" She put the little pig down on her blankets.

Ryoga watched the girl get dressed, practically drooling at the sight.
He had secreted the scrap of paper and was ready to put his plans in
motion. Tomorrow. He'd sleep in Akane's bed that night as P-chan, and
then tomorrow he'd "arrive" as Ryoga. And then both Ranma and Akane
would be learning a lesson they'd remember for a long time to come.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-11-08: I know it's been a long time since I
last updated this story. Sorry 'bout that. I'm not going to whine about
the reasons, but I want to warn you that updates will probably continue
to be slow.

Note, 2010-01-17: Chapter posted on asstr.org.