Anonymous HI-HO! Back again! Well, Well. All characters belong to whoever the hell owns them. The author would like everybody to know that he is a stable human being and believes in equal rights and all that stuff but hey, we can all dream, right? WARNING! WARNING! If you did not like any other of the author's works, you're probably not going to like this one! Oh! Support the Blue Ribbon or is it already over? Did we lose already? BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Kuno raised his hand high and held it there relishing the sight of the quivering ass below him before striking it harshly. "No!" cried a gentle voice harshly. Kuno struck the smooth bottom again and grinned as he was rewarded with another gentle scream. "No! No," the voice screamed as Kuno struck again, "MORE!" Her head turned to him, face red as her bottom, red like her hair, "No more, Kuno-sama, please!" Kuno could feel his heat rise and press gently against the pig-tailed girl's stomach. He smiled wider and brought his hand up and then sharply down again and then again and again. Each time he brought his hand down, he brought it down harder and faster. Each time he smacked her, the harder she moaned and screamed. Suddenly the pig-tailed girl moaned louder and louder and Kuno smacked harder and harder and she gripped the bottom of his legs in a powerful squeeze and he massaged the bottom of her neck and the other hand still swishing down, and then she sucked in his thumb and sucked on it hard and harder each time she felt his hand wallop her, and she licked around the thumb within her mouth, exploring the canyon between his nail and thumb, exploring the crevices and mazes of the skin against the flesh of her tongue and then suddenly she moaned deep within her throat, strangled his ankle with her hands, squeezed her stomach, wrenched her back, and suddenly bit down deeply into Kuno's thumb and he slammed his hand down once more across her buttocks, and then she released his thumb and cried out in pleasure, kicking her legs and beating his legs with her hands and shaking her hair. Kuno gripped his palm, it was as red as her buttocks. He could no longer feel it either, except for a slight buzz, as if his bones were vibrating. The pig-tailed girl turned to him from his lap and pleaded, "Please, Kuno-sama, more, harder!" Kuno sighed, his hand hurt but he had brought something just in case. Kuno reached to his side and pulled out a short paddle and the pig-tailed girl's eyes opened wide in surprise and she screached in glee and hid her face along his thighs and Kuno raised his arm holding the paddle and struck down hard and fast. With the paddle, Kuno was able to hit her as hard as he wanted without his own hand getting tired. He wanted to hit her harder and faster. Time passed and Kuno reached for the whip, placing her along a chair. Time passed and Kuno got the bat. Time passed and Kuno grabbed the fish. Time passed and Kuno grabbed his sword. Suddenly the pig- tailed girl turned to him and said, "No. No, not with that!" Kuno raised the sword. Suddenly Saotome Ranma was sitting in the chair and said, "Don't touch my ass man!!" Ranma kicked out pounding Kuno's stupified face. --- "Get off me," yelled Kodachi the Black Rose kicking her brother in the face and running away holding one side of her red buttocks. "I should start wearing pants," she said wondering for the first time why she always wore her gym suit. Kuno, had grabbed his sister in his sleep and had given her a good spanking. Kuno got up from the floor. He was still in his sleeping shirt and standing in the kitchen of his home, which he shared with his sister. "What happened," he said looking about him. His sword was on the floor. Kuno picked it up and gripped it as a thought occured to him. "That evil trickster," he said, "now the bastard even interrupts my dreams! Saotome Ranma, you die!" Kuno ran to his room. As he ran, something else occured to him. Kuno looked down at his pants and realized that there was a wet spot right below the stretchy band that kept his pants up. "The Gods!" Kuno held his head. "My royal seed has fallen! What a horrible waste! What shall I do!? I know, I must spend the day doing manly, honorable things. I must get started right away." Kuno ran upstairs. Introducing another Single-Fisted production: (Wheeooooo! This is gonna be dumb!) It was a beautiful sunny day in Nerima Japan yet the local inhabitants walked the quiet streets carrying umbrellas of various shapes and sizes. Nerima's weather was known to be unpredictable. But, as we just said, the sun had just finished early morning and was prepared to lazily makes its way to noon and all around walked parents holding the hands of their children and little boys ran by taunting each other as a slight wind tugged gently at the short skirts of the schoolgirls who laughed and giggled despite the inevitable approach of their local schools. However, one such schoolgirl did not wear a short skirt and was not laughing nor giggling. She was running, and running quite fast, zipping by the predestrians and jumping over cars. "Damn that old woman," said Saotome Ranma, who was just noticing what a fine morning it was when suddenly cold water had splashed all over him, "I have to find some hot water soon before Kuno sees me." A few feet back was another girl, who was wearing a skirt, but was also running. She came down the blocks not as quickly nor gently as the girl before her. She was more like a freight train at full speed, bumping cars off of her legs and busting through walls, making her own tunnels when necessary. "Ranma, let me get you some hot water," cried Tendo Akane, her heart beating so fast and loudly that she couldn't hear herself. She saw Ranma get slightly ahead of her again and she grit her teeth and forced her legs faster. An old woman was walking her dog, something still rare in Japan despite the recent improvement in "disguised" civilization inforced upon them, rare enough that Ranma turned her head for a moment and wondered how she could ever eat a dog again since the old woman's dog was so cute. Then Ranma berated herself for acting like a girl and promised herself that the next dog she saw she would brutally kill, de-fur, slice, cook and eat herself. "How dare you, you brutal animal!" Ranma turned her head to the front and saw Kuno Tatewaki running towards her full speed, sword raised. "Him again," thought Ranma to herself, getting ready to beat the crud out of him, then she suddenly remembered that she was a girl at the moment and he could not possibly want to attack his beloved pig-tailed girl. Unless... unless he found out. Yes, thought Ranma looking carefully at Kuno's enraged face as he approached closer. Yes, it must be. I can see the fire from deep within his eyes, bright with self-righteous anger. His whole body yells to me a deep desire to kill even if in self sacrifice, as if he has a shame he must destroy. But should I fight back? Do I not deserve to get hit after all I've done to him. Sure, he is an idiot, but a romantic idiot who doesn't know better. In fact, there were a couple of times he unselfishly protected me, of course I didn't need it, but still, he did do it a couple of times. But screw him, he's always touching me, dammit. I'm going to settle this once and for... But... I still can't. I've been evil to keep up this awful lie. I must let him hit me. At least once. Ranma closed her eyes. "AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaarrrggghh!!!" Kuno's yell got louder and louder and Ranma gripped her fist hoping that they wouldn't strike out on their own and suddenly the yell passed her and dropped dramatically in pitch. "Huh?" Ranma opened her eyes and turned around. "Huh?" Akane just turned the corner. "HELP!!" The old woman screamed in fear and smacked her umbrella down on top of Kuno's head. "I am here to help you, you poor defenseless old lady. Back you beast," Kuno swung at the small dog who dodged and suddenly bit him. "Argh!" Kuno jumped in surprise and suddenly got a giant whallop in the stomach from the woman's umbrella. Kuno dropped to the ground gasping for air. "Animal," said the old lady picking up her dog. "Come on Foo-Foo." The old lady kicked Kuno in-between the legs before walking off. Ranma stood dumbfounded. "I was sure," she said to herself. Akane shrugged her shoulders and stepped over Kuno to Ranma and said, "Why didn't you wait for me?" Ranma pointed at Kuno and said, "But he...he.." "Come on, let's go," said Akane grabbing Ranma's hand and dragging her towards the main school entrance. "My angels!" Kuno suddenly leaped in front of them. "Agh!" Akane and Ranma jumped back. "Pig-tailed girl," said Kuno grabbing Ranma's hands, crying, "look how I suffer. I do not even have time to perverse...converse with you, I must spend the day in toil... unless...Unless!" Kuno suddenly reached into his shirt and pulled out his white underoos with a stain in the front and pushed it in front of Ranma's face. "Look, my seed has fallen, pig-tailed girl. I must replenish it and replenish it soon. It has gone to waste! Unless...unless you take it pig-tailed girl. Then it will not have gone to waste and I can face the next few days bravely." Ranma looked at the stained underoos stuck under her nose for a second then suddenly screamed and ran away. Kuno squinted his eyes trying to see through the cloud of dust. "Wow," said Akane, "He's fast but I've never seen him go that fast." "AKANE!" Kuno swung his underoos at Akane, who suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke. "That was gross," thought Ranma staring at Hinako-sensei as she twitched about the blackboard scribbling some English here some Japanese there. "Hey, Hiroshi, want to play some poker?" Hiroshi didn't hear Ranma. He was next to Daisuke, the both of them staring at something hidden just below the desk. "Hiroshi," said Ranma, none too low. "Huh? Oh, Ranma, check this out!" Hiroshi pulled a magazine out of Daisuke's hands and hurredly shoved it into Ranma's hands and pushed them under his table. "What, what is it?" Ranma quickly took a look, excited by his friend's excitement. In his hands was a magazine with the face of a girl in the front and in bright letters across the top was written in English, "Fettish!!!" Ranma's eyes bulged and he fervently opened the magazine to various pictures of Japanese women tied up, tortured, tickled, and fondled. His face flushed and he quickly closed it and passed the magazine quickly back to Hiroshi and Daisuke, both of whom looked at him strangely. Ranma was no innocent, but he had never found the urge nor the need to look at such pictures or peek on the opposite sex. Of course he has seen the opposite sex from pictures of himself taken from Nabiki and his various sex-crazed fiancees who somehow manage to have flung themselves upon him in various states of undress, but Ranma never ever asked or wanted. But these pictures... Ranma has never seen the like and he had suddenly found himself stuck with a raging erection and also a need to grab the magazine back and look at every page and then again. He breathed deeply and forced himself to calm down, concentrating his well trained mind and body to cool down. After several minutes of deep slow breathing, Ranma found himself relaxed and erection-less. Suddenly Hiroshi thrust something into his desk. "Here," said Hiroshi, "we're done with this one. Enjoy." Instant erection. Ranma sat still, peering down at the dark opening of his desk. A corner of the magazine was sticking out into the light, tantalizing him to reach in and grab it. "Akane," said a girl next to her. "Yes," said Akane. "What's wrong with Ranma?" "I don't know," said Akane. She watched him when he sank forward into his desk, nearly disappearing into it. Then watched him as he suddenly stretched back and passed something to Hiroshi. Then watched as he sat perfectly still and began breathing in and out deeply and regularly. And now he wasn't breathing at all. Akane got up. "Ranma?" Akane walked up to Ranma's desk. Oh-oh, thought Ranma, turning sideways and covering the front of his desk, exposing the large tent jutting out from in- between his legs. Akane blushed and turned her head away from what was pointing at her and Ranma looked down and suddenly twisted himself back to the table, gasping. As usual, whenever Akane approached Ranma's table, the entire class got up and surrounded the two. They all gasped when they recognized what the large bulge was. Ranma and Akane looked about them, their faces getting even redder when suddenly Akane spied the corner of the magazine peeking out of Ranma's desk. She grabbed it. "Akane, no!" Ranma said but it was too late. Akane stared at the magazine for a moment and then suddenly crushed it (Hiroshi and Daisuke moaned). "Ranma," she grabbed Ranma by the collar and picked him up, erection and all, "you HENTAI!" SMASH! (through window, falling, falling, ahhhhhhh!, boom! on the floor) "It's not..." Ranma tried lifting his head but instead collapsed into blissful coma. "Damn her," said Ranma staring up into the sky. He was on the roof of the school, relaxing on his back, nursing several bruises and bandages. "Hello?" Ranma dropped his head back an exotic woman with blue hair standing above him. "Oh, hello," he said. "What school is this," said the woman. "Oh, this is Furinkan high school." "Oh, OK," said the woman and she suddenly flew away. "Strange," said Ranma and passed out. "Ranma!" SPLASH! "Argh! What was that!" Ranma jumped up all wet. "Its me, Hiroshi," he stood there holding a bucket. "What's with the cold water, man!?" Ranma pulled at her shirt the water clinging it to her breasts. "Just getting you up." Hiroshi smiled. "Asshole," said Ranma, "what time is it?" "Five," said Hiroshi. "What! Five o'clock!" "Yep." "Let's go," said Ranma shivering and walking towards the stairs. "I'm hungry." "Yeah, me too," said Hiroshi. They walked out of the school gates together and started walking towards the main part of town, neither sure of exactly what they wanted. Ranma sneezed. "Man, I'm cold," she said. "Oh, I'm sorry," said Hiroshi, noticing how well the water accented Ranma's well curved breasts. "Couldn't you have chose a more sunnier day," said Ranma folding her arms around her. "Hey listen, my house is right around the corner," said Hiroshi pointing down the street. "I'll lend you some clothes then we can go grab something to eat, ok?" "Sure," said Ranma, sneezing again. Ranma followed Hiroshi and entered the incredibly normal house and sat down in the incredibly normal living room. "Where's your mom," said Ranma. "Not sure, probably shopping. Want something to drink?" "You got orange juice?" "Yeah." A few seconds later and Hiroshi walked into the living room with a glass of OJ and folded clothes. He put the OJ down on the short coffee table that was in front of the couch Ranma was sitting in and passed the clothing to Ranma. "Hey," said Ranma looking at a pink shirt and white pants, "this is girl's stuff." "I know," said Hiroshi apologetically, "but all my clothes are dirty or in the wash. These are my sisters." "I didn't know you had a sister," said Ranma suddenly pulling off her shirt. Hiroshi's eyes danced and jiggled following Ranma's bouncing globes as they first got pulled up from the shirt then dropped down bouncing freely once the shirt was off. Ranma blushed suddenly remembering how she has to be around other men in public and thrust her old shirt in front of Hiroshi's face, then quickly put on the pink shirt, which was tight, and the white pants. Hiroshi pulled the wet shirt off his face and smiled at Ranma. "Oh... pretty girl," he said jokingly, smiling. "Shut up you," said Ranma holding up a fist. "I still haven't forgiven you about the magazine." "Hey, my magazine got ruined because of you," said Hiroshi. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. After all, Akane would have found some excuse to hit you today eventually." "Yeah, I guess so," said Ranma grabbing the orange juice and taking a gulp. "Would you like to see more," said Hiroshi. Ranma almost spurted out the juice. "Sure," she said, wiping some juice off her chin. Hiroshi left the room and came back with a bunch of magazines, all of them dealing in some way with S&M. Ranma's eyes bulged and she forced herself to calmly take one of the magazines and open it slowly. "Mmmm, interesting," she said, trying not to blush at the various pictures. "Yeah, this one is my favorite," said Hiroshi. A few seconds passed and suddenly Ranma found herself completely absorbed, totally unconscious of the rest of the world. She never noticed Hiroshi staring at her openly and lewdly. Suddenly the magazine in Ranma's hands disappeared. "Hey, what's wrong," said Ranma. "Mom's home," said Hiroshi thrusting the magazines underneath the couch. "Hey Mom!" "Hi," said a middle-aged woman walking in, "oh, who's this lovely young girl?" She put down a bag of groceries. "Oh! Um... this is my friend Ranko...we...um... have some studying to do." Hiroshi grabbed the bag and took it to the kitchen. "Hi..." said Ranma blushing, knowing what the woman was thinking. "Isn't that your sister's shirt," said the woman to Hiroshi, and then spying the extra clothing lying about the room. She smiled at Ranma, as if they were sharing a secret together. "Oh...well Hiro-chan, MaMa needs to do some clothing shopping so I'll be back in an hour or two." "OK mom," said Hiroshi walking back into the living room and giving his mom a kiss on the cheek. The woman left. "Whew," said Hiroshi. Ranma relaxed back into the couch, bothered by the woman's reaction to her. "Man, let's go, I'm hungry." Ranma grabbed the orange juice and finished the rest. "You sure you want to go right now?" Hiroshi reached underneath the couch and pulled out another magazine. Ranma smiled and took the magazine and opened it. "I'm really hungry though, we should go soon" said Ranma and yawned. Ranma flipped another page and yawned again. "Wow, all of the sudden, I'm really tired," said Ranma rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, I know," said Hiroshi reaching over and rubbing her thighs. "Know what," said Ranma wondering why Hiroshi had that big grin on his face and was rubbing her legs. "I know you're tired," said Hiroshi and suddenly he was feeling her chest, each hand rubbing each side. "Wait a second, you're not supposed to do that," said Ranma clumsily pushing Hiroshi's hands away then suddenly resting her back and head against the side of the couch. "Stop that!" Ranma sat up, fist raised tightly. "Eh?" He was on the roof alone. "Oh, fell asleep.... that was wierd..." Ranma stood up and blushed. There was something wierd about that dream, he just couldn't remember. Ranma looked down at his pants. He had an erection and had to pee. Shaking his head, Ranma went downstairs. He checked the time on the nearby clock and groaned because he still had a bunch of classes to go. But at the moment, it was gymtime and everybody was outside. Ranma held his bladder then his stomach which growled and decided that food would come first. Ranma headed for the nearest exit and once outside went looking for Hiroshi and Daisuke. He found them sitting on the grass amongst the trees and bushes, peering together at a magazine. "What's up guys!?" "ARGH!!" Hiroshi and Daisuke jumped up, Daisuke thrusting the magazine behind him. "Ranma! You scared us!" Daisuke relaxed after a quick look around them making sure noone heard them. "You're too good, Saotome," said Hiroshi. "Did you have to let Akane crush my magazine," said Daisuke. "It wasn't my fault," said Ranma. "Why don't you control your fiancee better? I mean look at Ryushi and his girl. She does whatever he tells her too. I'm quite sure if push comes to shove that Akane will break." "Break? As in fighting her?" "No, you dunce. Just tell her to do things in a nice commanding way, and I'm almost certain she'll do them for you. Look, thats what these magazines are about. Girls that let others hurt them or tie them just for others satisfaction. "They're not really getting hurt, are they?" said Ranma looking at the magazine, forgetting about food, sitting down. "Plus they're getting paid, right?" "Yeah, but Ranma, there are girls like this that don't want to be paid. I mean, you and Akane, I'm almost certain that a lucky guy like you could eventually get Akane to do this for you." Ranma stared at the picture where a girl was screaming in pain as one of her breasts was tightly wrapped in thin strings. "Nah... I don't think I'd want to do that to Akane." "Well... how about Shampoo, there's a girl willing to do anything to get some attention from you." "Yeah..." said Ranma looking at the picture and imagining Shampoo in it, "wait! No. Forget it. Pictures fine, but I don't think I could hurt any girl." "Well," said Hiroshi, "then how about you let us do it to them? I mean, if you told Shampoo that you would go out on a date with her if she would let us-" "No, that's awful!" "I mean, you could lie and not go on a date with her. She'd just wait for you anyway." "I said, no!" "Okay. Okay," Daisuke and Hiroshi sat down next to Ranma and looked at the magazine. "I bet he'd do it to her," whispered Daisuke to Hiroshi. "What was that," said Ranma looking up. "Nothing," said Daisuke. "Hey Ranma..." Hiroshi turned to him. "Yes?" "Exactly how far did you and Akane-" "I didn't do anything with that tomboy brat and don't want to." "Man, you're lying," said Daisuke standing up and peering through the bushes. "Look, there are the girls right now." Hiroshi and Ranma joined him. The three stared and drooled as the girls ran about in their little gym outfits with their cute little behinds clearly outlined by their tight shorts. Expected, Happy ran by doing his daily plundering of the girl's lockerroom. Ranma picked up a large rock and rocketed it towards Happy. Happy crashed to the floor in midleap, unconscious and was suddenly swallowed up by a hoard of angry girls. Akane watched the rock hit Happy and knew exactly where the other hentai must be. She approached the bushes. "Ranma you idiot," whispered Daisuke and lowered himself to the ground next to Hiroshi. "Now she's going to destroy our other mag." They both looked where the mag and bags were abandoned. "Ranma, where are you," said Akane. "Right here Akane," said Ranma standing up suddenly, glad that the bushes were tall enough to hide his proud manhood. "You sneaky hentai, what were you thinking staring at the girls. Its just indecent." "So why do you wear those skimpy things anyway," said Ranma. "Why because its... Why do we wear these silly things anyway?" Ranma felt a nudge at his ankle. "Um... anyway Akane... I wasn't staring at the girls... um... I was watching you." Ranma's face lit up red. "Me?" Akane's face matched Ranma's. "Uh...um... why would you want to watch me?" (So this is as unrealistic as it gets, sue me) "Uh... I'm allowed to, ain't I," said Ranma, "its not like you're naked or anything and you are my fiancee, right?" "Its just that its... um... indecent...um... is that your bag over there," said Akane, looking to get off the topic. "Bag? What bag? Oh...um... look, the gym teacher is calling you." "Oh! I better hurry... I'll see you back in class, right?" "Yeah Akane." Hiroshi and Daisuke waited and then stood up. "Look at that Ranma, she's still blushing. She's ready for the taking." "Man, shut up." Ranma sat down and picked up the mag, I'd rather look at this than at her. "Ranma!? I dropped my headband," Akane walked back in, Hiroshi and Daisuke suddenly disappearing. "Ranma-" Akane spotted the magazine. "Akane, wait...let me explain," said Ranma thrusting the mag behind him, "its not mine, I wasn't looking, its not what you think, I've never, um..." "Explain? You've been hiding behind these bushes just so you can look at some sick girl mag? I can't believe I'm your fiancee you, sick, perverted, BOY!" "Wait Akane, don't hit me! Wait! Stop! St-" Ranma's head smashed into the tree knocking it down. Darkness, then light. (God, my writing gets worse day by day) "Stop!!" Ranma tried to sit up but suddenly found herself pulled back down to something soft. She looked around and found herself tied to a bed. Each of her limbs tied to a separate corner by thick ropes. What's going on? She was still dressed in that too tight pink shirt and white pants. "Stop what?" Ranma looked down towards her toes where Hiroshi was standing in the entrance to his bedroom. "Hiroshi! Why am I tied up?" Ranma pulled at her ropes and found them inbreakable for some reason. "So we can have some fun," said Hiroshi and he left the room. "Hey! Hey! Come back here!" Hiroshi walked back into the room carrying a long black whip. Ranma could feel a drop of sweat slide down her cheek. "What's that for?" Hiroshi didn't say anything, leaving the whip on the floor and left the room again. He came back again, this time carrying a different shorter whip which had nine different leather straps leading off from the grip, he placed it next to the whip. "Hiroshi, untie me right now before I kill you," threatened Ranma jerking her bonds, the room was hot and the shirt was tight causing Ranma to sweat, she could feel the shirt cling even worse to her now. Hiroshi left again, and this time he brought back a jar of honey and a can of whipped cream. "Hiroshi!!" Ranma began to fight furiously against her bonds, causing the bed to jump up and down and shake. Suddenly Hiroshi held her head still and kissed her, rubbing his hand between her legs. For a split second Ranma had nearly accepted the kiss, but managed to grip her lips together shook her head and forced down the moan that nearly escaped when he touched her below. Then Hiroshi suddenly slapped her and when she came out of her shock, he slapped her again, and then again. Hiroshi turned and left the room and came back, this time holding a light pink cylindrical object that ended in a bulbuous point. Ranma's eyes popped open when she realized what it was, but this time she didn't say anything, just shut her eyes and wished that she would get up soon. Hiroshi placed it next to the honey and left again. When he returned, he was holding a giant red vibrator in his hands that had large bumps running along the sides of it. It was wider than Hiroshi's fist. This he placed ominously close to where Ranma lay. "Hiroshi," Ranma had soaked through the back of her shirt, "this isn't funny. Don't you even try and touch me with any of those things. Hiroshi? Hiroshi!" Hiroshi left and came back, this time holding a strange contraption of leather and plastic. Suddenly he grabbed Ranma's head and forced the contraption on her. Suddenly Ranma found herself not only tied up to the bed, but also gagged. She moaned in frustration. Hiroshi turned and left. Then came back again, this time holding a mess of wires and a small blue box. At the end of each wires was an alligator clip, like the ones they used in science class for experiments. Ranma moaned in dread and fought her bonds weakly, the heat and loss of water now greatly affecting her. Hiroshi plugged the blue box into a wall and placed it between Ranma's feet. It hummed. Hiroshi patted Ranma's foot and then smiled and left the room. Ranma lay there, frightened, shivering, hot, tired, and blushing fiercely. What was she going to do? At least she had her clothes on. She pulled weakly at the her tied hands, noticing that they were slightly bleeding. Why couldn't she break the bonds? Why was Hiroshi doing this? And then Ranma felt it. The slight pain under her stomach. She had to pee. Ranma looked up at the ceiling and examined it, too afraid to look ar her side or feet where the various objects lay. No good, she noticed it even more. The slight pressure built up and was magnified by her situation. Ranma grit her teeth and suddenly it disappeared. Ranma sighed, happy that it was gone, but she knew that it would return. Where was Hiroshi and what was he going to do? Ranma lay still and thought it out. This was too real, so it wasn't a nightmare. Besides, in such a wierd setting, it would have to be Kuno doing this to me. How long have I been passed out? Where's Hiroshi's mother? Oh God, what the fuck is going on? And suddenly it was back. Ranma grit her teeth again and tried thinking it away. Several moments passed when suddenly she began to sweat even more, soaking through the shirt and into the bed beneath her. Sweat drops tickled her nose as they slid down to her neck. Ranma moaned in denial, louder and louder, until suddenly it burst through and Ranma found herself not only wet on top, but wet all over. Ranma burst into hot shameful tears, she cried even harder because she hated to cry. How could I lose control like that, thought Ranma. Why am I stuck here? What did I do? Is it because I'm a girl? I shouldn't have to cry, I'm a man, and men don't cry. But I shouldn't even be here! Its because I'm a girl! Ranma couldn't even have the satisfaction of hiding her face amongst her hands in shame, instead all she could do was stare at the ceiling as her tears mixed with her sweat and the plastic ball in her mouth kept her mouth wide opened. And now her nose was dribbling wet and warm and her pants were still wet and warm and her tears slid down her face wet and warm and she felt horrid and disgusting and wished that she could somehow suddenly just disappear and then suddenly she saw Hiroshi standing their with a pair of scissors and she began to scream. "Get out! Leave me alone!" Hiroshi just smiled checking his watch. "Wow, five hours," he said. "Held it in for awhile, didn't you." Ranma looked away, trying to force her tears back in. "Looks like you wet yourself," Hiroshi said wiping her face with some soft cloth then wiping her nose clean. "What are you doing," sniffed Ranma. "Cleaning you up," said Hiroshi then picked up the scissors and began to cut her shirt open. "No, Hiroshi! What's wrong with you? I thought we were friends." "We are," said Hiroshi cutting up to her neck then cutting at the sleeves. Once the cuts were made, Hiroshi pulled at the sleeves leaving Ranma's arms naked. Then Hiroshi rubbed his hands together in acticipation and ran a finger down where Ranma's stomach was visible through the cut and then he pulled the shirt off revealing Ranma upper body in the full. Ranma closed her eyes and looked away, unable to watch the incredible amount of greed showing in Hiroshi's face. Hiroshi forced his eyes from Ranma's tantilating chest and started cutting at his sister's pants. He ripped the pants off and sniffed at the sharp tang of piss and left the room. He came back with cloth, this time wet with water and began to wipe at Ranma's thighs. "Oh, you didn't piss that much," said Hiroshi then suddenly wiping at Ranma's crotch. Ranma grit her teeth at the coldness of the wet cloth rubbing against the top of her slit.. "There. All clean," said Hiroshi who reached down and began to play with the light hairs above Ranma's pink opening. "Wow, they're soft," said Hiroshi, "and you barely have any." Ranma could feel her tears coming, she knew it was inevitable what Hiroshi was planning on. Ranma felt his hand lightly brush up from her hairs over her stomach, then to the canyon between her breasts, then she felt both his hands try and cover both mountains unsuccessfully. "They're huge!" Hiroshi began to squeeze and play with them, alternating from gently pinching the nipples to squeezing the entire globe. He suddenly had an urge to pinch hard on Ranma's nipple and saw no reason not too. He pinched, and pinched hard. Ranma moaned, holding in the pain. Hiroshi bent down and slurped in one of the nipples, sucking gently and circling the soft nipple with his tongue. A light wash of pleasure flew through Ranma's chest to her brain and she involuntarily moaned, this time in pleasure. She instantly swallowed it, shocked that her body would betray her and then found herself moaning again. Suddenly something whipped across her delicate nipples and Ranma yelped and opened her eyes. Hiroshi had grabbed the smaller nine-tailed whip and had struck down light and fast. "That got your attention," said Hiroshi. "Don't," said Ranma weakly. "Maybe I won't," said Hiroshi letting the tails dangle over Ranma's chest, lightly brushing them. "But I think I will!" Hiroshi raised his arm and then whipped the ends across Ranma's large chest. Ranma screamed in pain. Hiroshi's mother peeked her head in the door and said, "Now Hiroshi, play nice will you?" "Yes mom." The woman smiled at Ranma and turned away. All hope crushed in Ranma's heart and she didn't bother holding in the pain anymore, allowing Hiroshi to control the amount and height of her screams that were muffled by the muzzle.. And control he did, starting off with harsh pounding whips and then gradually making them lighter then harsher again. Sometimes switching back and forth, sometimes stopping and gently sucking on her nipples again, just to torture them again. Ranma screamed again and again, her breasts covered in light red welts which gradually covered her entire chest, making it glow a hot pink. Now even touching them made Ranma grit her teeth and suck in pain and yet despite all this, Ranma found her entire body tightening in a way she never felt before, in a way she remotely recognized when she was a man during hot dreams that had her waking up sweating. So bothered was Ranma by this that she found herself blushing redder than her breasts. Hiroshi breathed hard, his shirt wet with sweat, arms dangling, tired. He slowly leaned over Ranma and cruely twisted her nipples. "Ahhh! Please, Hiroshi, stop. I'll do anything," said Ranma through sharp gasps as Hiroshi continued twisting her burning nipples. Ranma felt drained, as if her entire body had fallen asleep. She could not move. Hiroshi straightened his back and began to unbuckle his pants. "No," moaned Ranma quietly through her dry mouth, knowing that this was the moment that Hiroshi had been waiting for, the moment that she had dreaded. Hiroshi untied Ranma's arms which just dropped to the bed and then her legs. Hiroshi kicked his pants off and got on the bed at the edge facing Ranma and spread her legs open and could clearly see Ranma's pussy, glistening in the light. "See Ranma, look how ready you are," he said. "No," moaned Ranma again, unable to fight or say anything else. "Here I come!" Suddenly sharp pain and Ranma screamed and then suddenly bright light bathed the room. Ranma blinked. He was in the nurses office. Ranma grabbed his head in pain. Akane's face loomed over his in concern. "Akane," said Ranma, "I'm thirsty." "Ranma..." said Akane, were those tears? "Here you go." "Thanks," said Ranma gulping down the cups. "What time is it?" "It's five," said Akane, "schools over, you've been knocked out ever since... I'm sorry." "About what," said Ranma silently feeling his chest. "Your head.. I didn't mean to hit you that hard." "Yeah, well I'm fine," said Ranma standing up and then suddenly stiffening his arms on the bed to keep himself from falling down. "Maybe you shouldn't stand," said Akane worried. "Nah. I want to go home," said Ranma slowly moving towards the door. "You going to help me?" "Yeah," said Akane putting herself under Ranma's arm. Together the two moved slowly to the door and then slowly down the hallway, then outside. They managed to get halfway to the gate when suddenly Ranma dropped to the floor. Things started spinning and getting out of focus, Ranma held his head and moaned in pain, he could feel Akane's hands on his back, trying to help him back up, but he didn't want to stand. He waved his arm's about until he knocked her hands off and then crawled to a nearby tree and managed to get himself sitting up leaning against it. Ranma closed his eyes. "What the hell is going on," said Ranma. "Ranma... are you OK?" "No, I'm not OK." Ranma sighed and breathed deeply, trying to calm his stomach which began to twist and turn. "Go ahead, you've got stuff to do, right? I'll get home eventually." "But Ranma... I want to help," Akane bent down, placing a cool hand on his forehead. "Don't touch me! It hurts" Ranma slapped her arms away. "Wasn't slamming my head into a tree good enough for you? Now you have to torture me even more by touching my wounds? Oh, I feel sick." Ranma lay down on his side. It felt like his heart had entered his head, each beat like a pound on the head deafening him, each beat causing his stomach to wrench even further. His entire body felt hot and it became hard to breathe. "But I...I just wanted to...Ranma?" Akane bent forward a little. Silence. Akane stood up, one finger in her mouth unsure what to do. She had stayed the entire time as Ranma moaned and sweated at the nurses office, screaming his pain unconsciously, and to Akane, each scream was like a twist to her heart, doubly painful because of her guilt. She knew Ranma was hurt badly and the nurse was so concerned that she had called the ambulance. But Ranma wanted to leave and she knew that Ranma was much stronger than most men. That he will be okay. That it was okay to leave. While she had watched him scream silently on his bed, she sat there not only blaming herself, but also telling herself that she deserves whatever punishment Ranma gives to her. And now, she felt, Ranma was doing just that. Ranma hated her now, Akane was sure. This time she had gone too far. "Ranma?" No answer. Akane gripped her fist, in some way wanting him to deject her again and in some way hoping he wouldn't. She tried again. "Ranma?" Again, no answer. Akane was assured that her fear has come true. Ranma no longer wanted to speak to her, talk to her. No longer wanted to be near her. Akane stood up and slowly turned around and then ran away. "Akane," said Ranma looking up, he had finally managed to control his runaway heart. "Akane?" The wind blew and several leaves flew by, Ranma squinted to keep the dust out. His mouth was dry and he could feel his entire body burning up. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. He needed it to stop, to somehow die down. Ranma slowly got up and stumbled to the side of the empty school, where a giant sink stood. He crawled into it and turned on the water and sighed in relief as the cold, cold water soaked him and changed him into a girl. And suddenly she was hot, despite the freezing water and and blowing wind. She moved herself around, trying to get the water to flow all over her, it felt so good! She rubbed her hands over her face, feeling how warm it was and she rubbed her arms too, enjoying how slippery the water made them and then she unbuttoned her shirt and rubbed her belly, where it was so painful before, but now, not so bad. She rubbed her belly, unconsciously rubbing lower and lower. When Ranma changed into a girl, his entire body shrunk, not only was she shorter, but she was also skinnier. Ranma found herself playing with her hair under her loose pants, letting the water run through them, how warm it was down there despite the cold water. It didn't make sense, but at least it wasn't as burning hot as before. And there Ranma lay, rubbing her belly, her legs, her arms, her chest and water covering half her body within the stone sink and the various faucets above her face and body looming over her pouring out the cool clear water. Finally her body cooled down and Ranma pulled herself slowly out of the sink, immensely satisfied suddenly about everything, everyone. She sat on the floor, her back leaning against the side of the sink and feet out in front of her. Her shoes, too big, made her feet look obnoxiously large and suddenly she laughed. How funny suddenly it all was. She lifted up one leg and watched as the shoe first was still and then finally lifted once her toes had hit the front. Ranma peeled out in laughter, she was going to need new shoes. "Akane," Kasumi knocked on her door. "Yes, oneechan?" came a small voice from inside. "Ranma's back," said Kasumi not fully understanding her pain but knowing in some way that it was connected to Ranma. "He doesn't want to see me," said Akane. "But Akane... something's wrong with him," said Kasumi quietly. His head, he said he was feeling bad... suddenly the door burst open and Akane flew by her sister and down the stairs. She ran down the hall and immediately knew that something was wrong. Everybody was gathered at the main entrance staring at the door which was out of Akane's view. Father had his mouth dangling to the floor, Nabiki had a strange look in her face and Mr. Panda was passed out on the floor. "What's happening," cried Akane finally reaching them and turning to see what they all were looking at. "Nani!?" Ranma stood there in girl form, wearing tight blue jeans under a loose white shirt which was under a light sports jacket which had the word, "HOT" in big letters written on the back of it. Her ponytail was undone and trimmed, sliding down from the back of her ears to her neck and her thick bangs which used to hang suspended in front of her face now lay combed, falling to the sides, layering over her other hair. "Hey Akane," said Ranma-chan taking off her new shoes and holding up a bag, "want to see my new clothes?" End first part. blahblahblah: people who have bothered reading my work are pretty familiar about this section of the fanfic. Where the author says his thanx, gives tantalizing hints to the next part and basically makes an ass of himself. This strange fic idea came to me while I hung by my toes to my ceiling as my girlfriend whipped me with a metal rod while we watched Ranma 1/2. No, kidding, I really have no idea where the idea came from but it has definitely changed from what it was meant to be. This whole becoming a girl business (which some will recognize from my Split Personalities fanfic) was never meant to be, however, somehow it ended up that way. Let me take the opportunity to point out that I have the highest respect for women (and their bodies!) and that in no way do I believe that forced sex or foreplay done upon any women is enjoyable in any way to those women (unless they like it that way). However it was necessary for me to make Ranma feel so since I want the fic to go a certain way (this way, no that way!) and also be as sick and perverted as possible. For Ranma not to be turned on in anyway would make this fic not only PC but also non-lemon. Now for some answers to questions I imagine you're asking yourself. Q: Are you ever going to finish Split Personalities? A: Don't depend on it, but this fic has given me some new idea for the rewrite of SP. Q: How sick are you? A: Very. Q: No really. A: You don't want to know. Q: Are you really ten years old? A: Mentally or physically? Q: About the blahblahblahs, do you actually have a girlfriend? A: Yes, amazingly enough, I do. If I didn't, SP would have been finished as well as the other fucking fanfics I've been working on. Q: What's with Kuno at the begining? A: Got nothing to do with the rest of the fic, I just thought it was funny. Q: Why did you choose Hiroshi to do the torturing? A: Hiroshi and Daisuke are in almost every tankouben, plus they're Ranma's friends. Daisuke gets his parts eventually too. Q: Are you going to fuck with the Akane-Ranma relationship? A: Yes, for once I just might. Q: Will there be any graphic sex in this? A: No. (Heh, figure that one out.) Q: Who's K-Chan? A: A very good friend of mine and a great writer too. Check out her stuff! Q: Who's White Wolf? A: He runs the fanfic ML and other stuff. All around cool guy, you can catch him on #ranma! Q: Who's Francis? A: A good chap, from England supposedly. Very good. Very good. Q: What the hell does Geen mean? A: Well... lets see... you take Geek, Goon, and then Gook and mix them all together. Anyways, as always, thanx go to K-chan, White Wolf, Francis and the other guys in Europe, Viz Videos and other anime distributers, and of course, my penis. Thanx.