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Raising Ranma	By : SisterAcacia Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 27456 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the characters from it – Rumiko Takahashi does, along with various publishers. This falls under Fair Use. I make no money off this, (see full Disclaimer in fic)

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Raising Ranko 10: Ladies Always Attend

By Koumei

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the characters from it – Rumiko Takahashi does, along with various publishers. This falls under Fair Use. I make no money off this, and if you find yourself paying to read this, you have been cheated.

Also, this contains sexual content (the spanking of a fictional minor of age 16-17), and you probably know that. Do not proceed if you are under legal age to do so.

Note: Sorry for the delay, I broke my arm

Ranko sighed. She had to find a cure, she just had to. For too long she had been trapped in her current form, but it was getting to her. Indeed that was just it: it was getting to her. She knew she was increasingly turning into Ranko, losing the identity of being Ranma. And she couldn't go without a fight, she just needed to find another way.

There was one thing that could work, one person who was wise enough to know the answer: Cologne. Sure, there was the chance that, now full-time girl, she was back to being Shampoo's enemy, it was even possible they had moved back to China. But she had to try. Still, she was kept on a short leash at home, she really had only one option: to skip school. Gritting her teeth, she decided to take the risk. The consequences would be harsh, but if it worked... well, if it worked, it would be worth it, and even if it didn't, the fact that she tried meant something to her.

And so it was that by the time home room was over, Ranko was already back in Nerima, standing before the Neko-Hanten. Gulping, knowing she could be inviting death, she stepped inside. The bell by the door jingled, and her Chinese fiancé started to look up.

“Aiya, welcome to- Ranma!”

Shampoo's eyes lit up with happiness, and she cleared the counter with one leap, pouncing upon and glomping Ranko. The redhead fell to the ground under the force of the Chinese Amazon, less used to her tackles.

“Ranma, you come back to Shampoo, you really do love me!”

She continued to snuggle against her, causing Ranko to blush and try to rise.

“Uh, please, leggo, Shampoo. Let me up, I gotta' talk to Cologne about something.”

“You want ask grandmother for help with curse, yes? We thought this might happen, she out back.”

Hopping on her staff as usual, Cologne emerged, looking down at the two girls.

“Shampoo, why don't you help son-in-law up? He seems a little distressed. Son-in-law, yes, I have been doing research, looking through my records. After all, I knew you could not stand this curse forever, that you would want to find a way. I have good news for you.”

Seeing that it was no good, she hopped over and pulled Shampoo up and away from Ranko, fetching her granddaughter a slap to her silk-clad bottom while she was at it.

“Leave him be. There will be time to show your affections later.”

Shampoo let go, cutely rubbing her rump from just the one smack.

“This is all I know of, son-in-law. If you head directly North, into the mountains, you will find the little-known and mythical River of Return. It is said to break even the most powerful of curses, but at a terrible price: your very memory. The stronger the curse, the more of your memories since being cursed will be wiped away.”

That's lucky, Ranko thought to herself, if I lose enough of my memories of this, maybe I'll revert back to thinking like a guy as well as looking like one!

“Here, take this map. And this letter, too. You should read it after being cured, in case you forget why you were there in the first place.”

“Hmm...”

Ranko looked over the letter, not even noticing Shampoo resuming her snuggling – and groping of her, rubbing against her body.

Ranma, if you are reading this, it is because you have lost your memory of recent events – this is good. Some years ago, you fell into the Cursed Spring of Drowned Girl, and your body was cursed. Since then, you have been engaged to my great granddaughter, Shampoo, while living at the Tendo Dojo in Nerima.

More recently, the curse has grown stronger, and you were forever trapped in the female body. I have directed you to the River of Return, so that you can be cured – the only side effect is that you lose your memory of the events following your curse. With luck, you have indeed been cured. Please go to Nerima, and visit the Neko Hanten. I will explain all to you upon your arrival,

Cologne.

“Huh... thanks, Cologne. I know why you're doing this, but no matter the reason, I appreciate your help so-” and only then did she notice what was happening. Cologne, fed up with Shampoo's behaviour, hauled her back, bending her over the nearest table, then untied the little strings at the sides of the girl's silk pants, and pulled them right down, along with her panties. Shampoo let out a little whimper as her bottom was bared to Ranko's view – and that of the few other patrons there. Not that being naked in public bothered her, of course, but she didn't look forward to what was coming.

Ranko just stared ahead at Shampoo's soft, peach-like bottom and the back of her cleft, peeking out, and just a few neatly trimmed hairs showing. For a moment, she forgot why she was even there, and then she saw Cologne bring the switch down, whipping it across Shampoo's rear.

“Granddaughter, now is not the time for such activities! Ranma must go and find his cure, so that he can return to be your husband. Playing with his body in this form will just waste time and do you no good. He mustn't be distracted for a quest like this!”

Again and again, she lashed the hickory stick down across her great granddaughter's naked bottom, each time causing a bright red welt to rise up and eliciting a squeal of pain from her. But she didn't let up, and so with a gulp, blushing bright red, Ranko rushed out of there.

Man, I never woulda' thought Shampoo got that treatment. Does everyone around here get spanked and somehow I never noticed it before? Is it really that normal for girls?

As she thought about it, Ranko ran, the familiar scenery reviving part of her old Ranma style. She was running along the railing on the side of the bridge, and knew that by going at her old proper speed, she'd be there within just a few hours, and back by the end of the day, no problem.

Maybe I could do Ryouga a little favour and tell him about the place next time I see him... not that he'll ever be able to find the place.

It took a few hours – a lot less time than most would take to get there – but having run along the roads, then up to the mountains, she finally arrived, finding the river – at least, finding a river, and going by the map, it was probably the one. And so, she hurried on, up to the information booth, where a helpful tour guide was sitting.

“Ah, hello Miss, are you interested in hearing the legend of the River of Return? It is a very interesting tale, one that brings hope to all. You see in-”

“Uh, sorry, look. I'm not really interested in the history of it, I just want to jump in. Can you let me on through to take a dip and get the cure I need?”

“...I am sorry, Miss, that is forbidden. Now as I was saying, in the thirteenth century-”

“No really, I have to get in there. Just a little splash, even. Look, I'm cursed, and I need to break that curse. So just let me on in there, okay?”

“As I said, that is not allowed. We cannot allow people to pollute these waters with their bodies. Now, if it that important, you may face the four great guardians, and if you defeat each of them in turn, then you will be allowed one bucket of water to be retrieved for you.”

“Just four? I'll do it!”

He was quite taken aback at this, not expecting her to actually take him up on the offer.

“Well, er, let me just fetch them. I did not think you would be so eager to die, and you have not even met them yet.”

And so, he left to fetch the first of Ranko's opponents, even as she tore half her long skirt away to help her mobility in the up-and-coming fight...

Meanwhile, Cologne finally allowed Shampoo to pull her underwear and pants back up. The switching itself had lasted nearly half an hour, covering her bottom and thighs with the tiny, burning, itching welts. But after that, she merely hammered it home, delivering a painful hand spanking. For someone so small and old, she actually had a lot of strength, and given the spanking lasted over an hour, Shampoo was wailing by the end of it, each hard smack landing on welted flesh. By the end of it all, her bottom was crimson, and she was directed to return to her duties with her pants as they were, her bare, red bottom on display – and her slit and thin landing strip of lavender hair.

Ranko looked at her opponent – her first opponent, anyway. He was tall, certainly, but looked a bit overweight. His beard was matted, and he reminded her somewhat of Bishamonten, back when she had rescued Akane from the Seven Lucky Gods martial artists and Kirin. This one, however, lacked a fine polearm, all he wielded was an oar.

“My name is Hayate, and I will be your first, final and only op-OOF!”

Almost before he finished his introduction, Ranko had leapt into the air and planted her foot into his face. Her skirt fluttered a little, and she then bounced back, with him also reeling back a few steps. There was a firm shoe-print in his face, bruising, and his nose started to bleed.

“Ow... you little bitch, I wasn't ready!”

He swung the oar at Ranko's legs, but she was too fast. She hopped up, balancing on the end of the oar, then leapt skywards. Hayate looked up to track her, then became mesmerised by the view up her skirt, cute tight buns held firmly in flower-print underwear with frills at the edges. Unfortunately for him, that distraction was just what Ranko needed. She dropped, underwear then visible to all, and once again thrust her foot into his face. He stumbled back a bit more, and she swept her leg around in a back-heel kick, knocking him face-down to the ground.

The others just watched as she landed, skirt fluttering and once again revealing her knickers. He was down for the count, until the next stepped forward. A very short, bald man was next, his eyes seemingly shut.

“I am the second opponent you will face. Begin.”

He darted forwards, going for a palm-strike, but Ranko was not where his hand was. She jumped ahead, rolling forwards in the air, and slammed her heel into the back of his head. She then stepped forwards, regaining her balance, and spun into a back-fist to counter any follow-up. However she forgot to take into account the height of her foe. He sailed underneath, and drove a knee into her thigh. Ranko gasped, her leg going numb, and nearly fell. Instead, she just dropped to one knee, bringing herself down to his height. But he didn't have time to follow up.

“Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken!” she shouted, unleashing a flurry of punches, her fist moving like lightning. He couldn't block them all, no matter how fast he tried to move, and within moments the little man dropped unconscious. Already, the gathered workers looked very nervous. Soon enough, the third stepped forwards, a lady not much taller than Ranko, wearing a standard heavy-duty uniform and climbing boots. Her dark hair was tied back tight.

“I am Meru. Back down now, girl, and I won't have to spank you and sit you in the corner.”

Ranko gritted her teeth, angered by that comment, and made another leap. Her leg already had the feeling back, so she jumped high, underwear once again on display to everyone. But her opponent was not interested. Meru launched herself into the air, boot-first, and struck Ranko in the midsection. She gasped for air, and dropped back, a little dazed. Meru then made a dive, tackling her roughly to the ground. From there she grabbed Ranko's wrist and started to apply an arm-lock, hoping to either make her quit or break her arm completely. But Ranko knew she could block it, forcing her elbow to bend by using her other arm as a lever. Slowly she turned, rising to her feet, and managed to grab Meru by the back of the neck. From there, it was a trivial matter to use her extraordinary strength to lift the young lady into the air.

“Sorry 'bout this...”

She then threw Meru down, slamming her onto her back. She was tough, but not enough to withstand that landing, and she too passed out.

“Okay, who's next?”

“Uh...”

There seemed to be some problem with the workers there. They discussed things amongst themselves.

“Actually, there is no fourth. We chose that number for luck – rather, for the bad luck it brings you. We hoped you would simply give up, or already be defeated.”

“So I win? Ha! Okay, bring on some water then.”

Gulping, the helpful-looking tourguide fetched a bucket of the water and brought it over. He bit his lip and offered it up. Ranko immediately snatched the bucket.

“So what do I do? Drink it, get splashed, what?”

“You, uh, you pour it over your head.”

And so she did... with no effect at all. No sudden change to her masculine form.

“Huh... so, no effect on that first curse. Maybe I'm not trapped any more though. Can someone boil a kettle?”

Upon being splashed with hot water, she discovered that no, she was still a girl. And she had all of her memory intact. So...

“Was this all just some stupid hoax?”

“We apologise. These parts... nobody would like to visit here, so we created the legend and mystery, we invented it to be a tourist lure. This way people would visit. But we couldn't let people just test it, hence the guards.”

“So all of this was for nothing?”

“Oh no, miss, not for nothing. You get a free poster, and may buy the souvenirs for having visited!”

A few hours later, Ranko finally returned to the Neko Hanten, looking somewhat unkempt and very unhappy about the whole situation.

“Son-in-law, you are still a girl. What happened?”

“...it was all a hoax. A giant journey, a hike, three fights... and all of that for nothing.”

“My apologies, Ranma. I honestly hoped that would work, that we would find your cure. But it is not to be. I promise that I will try to find another way to break this curse. Still, remember that you will always be welcome with us nonetheless, and Shampoo will always be waiting for you. Shampoo, why don't you give Ranko something to make the trip worthwhile? Show her the aftermath of the punishment I gave you.”

Shampoo had already completely bounced back – especially with the reappearance of her beloved.

“Aiya!”

She untied the laces, and let her pants and underwear drop, before turning around. For not-too-brief a moment, Ranko could see Shampoo's slit, her vulva, her neat pubic hair that proved she did not use dye. And then she was treated to the sight of a very red bottom. Shampoo bent over, reaching back, and grabbed her still-stinging cheeks. She then spread them, showing that Cologne had been very thorough indeed. She had firmly smacked the inner-curve of both cheeks, and along the backs and sides of her thighs as well. The switch had also been thorough, covering her bottom and thighs, and when her cheeks separated, it became clear that her cute little pink anus was also welted by it.

Ranko gulped, turning red, but couldn't look away. Finally, Shampoo released her buttocks, turned, and ran over to hug the redhead.

“Is okay, Ranma. Shampoo help find cure for you, you soon be all back to normal, can come live with Shampoo.”

A little shocked, Ranko returned the hug, rubbing the girl's back and rump. She instinctively felt sorry for the pain that Shampoo had suffered, simply because of the love she held for Ranma. She had enjoyed such hope, such a rush of excitement, able to fight and be her original self, but already she was reverting back to Ranko, sympathetic and caring.

“I need to go. But some time I'll be back, to see you again Shampoo. And to see once more if I can find a cure.”

But deep down, she already felt defeated. So, dejected, she returned to school, arriving right in time for the final bell. She sighed, already knowing she was in trouble.

“Saotome Ranko! Come with me to my office, young lady.”

Already, she had been found out. And so she followed the headmistress, head hanging low, fully knowing that people were staring at her. Her skirt was torn short, her shoes were muddy, her hair was wild and messy, and one sleeve was missing as well. And so in that state, she went to the office, closing the door behind her.

“I am not going to ask where you were, and why your clothes are in that state. I imagine you wouldn't tell me if I did ask, but it's clear that it wasn't appropriate. So, unless you can give me a good reason why not, you can bend over, grab your ankles and prepare yourself for the cane.”

Nodding, Ranko just did as she was told – after all, she couldn't deny it. She had skipped school without a reason they would accept, and ruined her uniform in the process. So she bent over, legs close together to retain some tiny degree of modesty, and grabbed her ankles. Harrison-sensei lifted the remnants of Ranko's skirt, and then her slip, before pulling the girl's undies right down do expose her bottom.

“Normally, I give six of the very best. However I can double it up to a dozen, or even go as high as two dozen. I will show leniency, however, and not even go up to twelve. You will receive ten strokes of the cane, and you will count them out and not break the position.”

Ranko simply nodded, sighing. And then she let out a gasp of air as the cane bit into her rump, right across the fleshiest part of her soft bottom. She gritted her teeth as the welt formed, took a few deep breaths, then slowly spoke out.

“One.”

“Good girl, just keep taking them like that.”

There was a pause for a few seconds, and then the second landed, a short distance below the first. Ranko merely grunted and counted as the welt formed, still able to take quite a lot of pain. But she knew she would break before the full ten. She was only a fifth of the way. The third came a little while after, striking the under-curves, her tender sit-spots. That one brought out a squeal of pain.

“Ah! Three, three!”

Harrison-sensei gave a grim smile, aware of how painful the sit spots were. She silently counted a few seconds before letting the fourth land, this time above the first stroke.

“Four! FOUR!”

Almost straight away, she struck out with the fifth, as high as she was willing to go without risking hitting the tailbone. This one caused a wail of pain, and the count came after a few more breaths. It was only halfway, as well. So for number six, she delivered it low on the bottom, still touching fresh skin. Again, Ranko took some time to sob out the number, and there was another wait.

CRACK!

“Aaaaaaaaah, it was seven!”

She sobbed and shook, trying to hold on. I'm nearly there, she thought, just three more to go...

The eighth was just as hard, falling diagonally across her bottom. It reignited nearly every other welt the cane had made, and Ranko screeched the number out. She nearly did jump up, but managed to hold on, only barely though. Her buttocks were covered with crimson stripes. The next underlined all of the others, leaving telling weals across the backs of her thighs. Tears streaked her face, falling to the ground. She took deep, gulping breaths, choking out the count of “Niiiiine”, and waited for the next.

She had a while to wait. Almost a full minute, in fact, before the tenth landed, right across her sit-spots once more. As she shrieked in pain, the red welt doubled in thickness and turned a deep purple. It took several more seconds of wailing and tears before she finally spoke.

“Teeeen....”

“There. You may redress, Ranko, and leave. I expect to see you first thing tomorrow, in a pristine uniform, and I expect there to be no more trouble from you.”

“...yes, ma'am.” Ranko replied, gingerly pulling her knickers up her welted backside.

“Good girl. Off you go.”

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter eleven: Ladies With Ladies, where Ranko and Kodachi not only start to make amends, they also get closer. Ranko starts to learn the joys of girl-on-girl action, but the school is hardly going to approve. How will they react? How will her mother react? Keep reading to find out~
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