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Erotic Nerima Encounters	By : hsaotome Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 35793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Erotic Nerima Encounters
by H. Saotome
MF, Oral, HJ.
Chapter 2. Master and Student Pills
Stealthily, the old man crept into the guest room of the Tendo dojo, approaching the futon on which the young man with the pigtail lay sleeping. "Soon, you ungrateful child," he muttered quietly, "soon you will learn your place. How dare you leave me to be thrashed by those beautiful ladies, merely for doing them the honor of taking their underwear?"
He pulled out the pill intended for the student. Holding Ranma's nose and forcing his mouth to open, Happosai tossed the pill down his gullet. He chortled quietly as the boy swallowed, certain that he would soon be the old man's obedient servant.
"And now," Happosai proclaimed quietly, "to take the master's pill myself." He pulled out the other pill and prepared to pop it into his mouth, then pulled it back and looked more closely. "But ... but this pill is white," he stated in confusion while scratching his head. Then he looked back down at the boy. "But then the red master's pill ... oops. Crap."
Just then a shadowy figure paused in the doorway, on it way back from the bathroom. "Happosai?" she asked tentatively. Then more firmly, "What are you doing?"
"Ah, Akane-chan," he said happily. "I was just leaving. Here, I won't be needing this." He flicked the white pill with his thumb, and it shot straight into the girl's mouth. He then hopped out the window and made his escape.
"What ...?" Akane started to ask as she felt something slide down her throat. "What was ... eep!" Suddenly she skidded across the floor, and collapsed right on top of Ranma, knocking the breath out of herself.
Ranma woke, startled, before realizing someone was atop him. "Dammit Ryoga, how many times ..." At that point, he realized that a soft pair of breasts were pressing against his chest. He sighed. "Shampoo, for the last time ..."
At that point the girl raised her head to look into his face, and he choked. "Akane ...?"
"It's ... not what you think!" The first word was shouted, but the rest came out in a hissed whisper, fearful of waking the panda sleeping nearby while in such a compromising position. She pressed her hands to the futon and shoved up, lifting her body, only for Ranma to lift up underneath her, continuing to press himself against her body.
"Hey! Let me go, pervert!" she cried.
"I ain't holding you," he protested. "You let me go!"
"I'm trying!" Akane was pushing on Ranma as hard as she could. Ranma pushed back against her, but with no better luck.
"Growf!" The panda bear held up a sign saying, "Can't you two wait until morning?"
"It's dawn now," Ranma pointed out, glancing at the light outside the window creeping across the sky. "And we can't help making a fuss! For some reason, we're stuck together." He was feeling quite flustered about the way Akane's chest was pressed against his, and the way that his groin was pressed against hers.
Akane, feeling something hard and rigid pressed against her pubic mound, was puzzled for a moment. Then she realized what it was, screeched "Gaaah!" and leaped backward three meters, slamming her back against the wall. Unfortunately, Ranma went with her, ending up still pressed against her front and with his problem, if anything, even bigger and harder.
The panda whuffed and picked up the kettle which was sitting on a hot plate. Pouring the water over himself, he changed back into the human form of Ranma's father. Looking down at the floor, Genma asked, "What's this?" He bent over and picked up a piece of paper.
"What's what?" Ranma asked, turning around and putting Akane's back to his pop.
Genma adjusted his glasses on his nose and read, "The master and student pills. They cause an ungrateful student to become joined to his master, and thus forced to serve him. When swallowed together, a powerful magnetic force binds the two together. That's all it says, other than the fact that the master's pill is red and the student's pill is white."
Akane couldn't help but wonder aloud, "So who got which?"
Genma shrugged and said, "Stick out your tongues." Flicking the light switch on, he examined them closely and informed them, "Ranma's tongue is coated red, and Akane's is coated white."
"Naturally I'm the master," Ranma responded cockily.
Akane tried to kick him, but because of the awkward position only managed to cause them both to fall down. At least she fell on top, instead of having Ranma land on her.
"How do we get apart?" Akane demanded hotly.
Genma turned the paper over to look at the back. "It doesn't say," he told them, unable to hide a smirk at the thought of the pair being forced into a little togetherness. Still, they'd need to get unstuck eventually. "I'll consult with your father. Maybe we can find something in one of the dojo's older scrolls."
His father left the room. After a moment, Ranma spoke up and said, "Akane? I need to use the potty."
"Hold it!" she growled.
"Oi!" he replied. After a moment he added, "Doubt that I'll be able to, for too long."
Akane growled again, only without words this time. Luckily she had relieved her own bladder just before this mess began. Unfortunately, that wasn't any particular help where Ranma was concerned. And probably wasn't going to save her in another few hours. But what could they do about it? Aside from the obvious, which was unthinkable.
Of course, if it was unthinkable, then why did she now find herself thinking about it?
"We need to see if we can change position," Akane declared. "Do we have to stand front to front? Can we separate enough so that we're only attached hand to hand? Let's try."
"Okay." Ranma shrugged. They tried to slide to the side in opposite directions. It wouldn't work though. Even pressing most of their arms against each other, they couldn't pry their torsos apart. After some more contortions, they ended up with Akane's back pressed against Ranma's front.
Akane quickly realized this was no improvement, as she felt his stiff manhood wedge between her ass cheeks, pressing through his boxer shorts and her pajama bottoms. In a breathy voice, she suggested, "Can you try to turn your back to mine?".
"I'll try," he answered. He struggled, squirmed and twisted, making Akane gasp more than once as the solid pole pressed against her ass. Finally he gave up and said, "No can do."
"Well I managed," she told him, struggling to keep her voice level. "Hang on. Let me see if I can turn around again." With a little effort, she once more had her not really all that small chest pressed against his considerably more solid masculine chest. And once more that - hell, it felt like it must be as thick as a log - was pressed against her down there.
"Umm, not sure I can hold it too much longer." His voice was apologetic.
Akane blanched at the thought of the result if he had an accident considering how he was currently pointing. "I was able to get my back to you. See if you can turn so your back is to me."
Ranma nodded, squirmed some more, and managed to turn around. He sighed in relief as some of the pressure was removed from his prick. Although he was quite well aware of Akane's soft mounds pressed into his back.
"Let me try to turn again," Akane said. But no amount of twisting and tugging would let her achieve this goal. With a grunt she finally gave up. "Looks like at least one of us has to have our front pressed into the other."
"Akaneee," Ranma drawled with a note of desperation. "I really gotta."
Akane choked on a small whimper. It was obviously going to happen, and she was just as obviously going to have to be with him when it did. At least he was facing the other way now. And if it was going to happen, then the bathroom was much better than the guest room or anywhere else.
"Okay," she said, in little more than a whisper. "We don't seem to have a choice. Head to the bathroom."
Ranma trotted off rapidly, and Akane found herself dragged along, her feet barely touching the floor. They entered the bathroom and shut the door behind themselves. Ranma stepped in front of the toilet and lifted the seat. Akane pressed her face into his back so as to see nothing, and covered her ears with her hands, realizing that this was likely to be futile.
"Akane ...?"
"What now?!" she snapped.
"I got a problem. It won't ... I can't aim down."
Akane banged her forehead against his spine. She didn't want to hear these things. "Hasn't this ever happened before? What do you normally do?"
He gulped. "I can't answer that without you killing me."
Akane nearly yelled at him, asking what sort of stupid answer that was supposed to be. Then she thought about it some more. Then she realized what he probably meant, and a furious blush lit up her face. Could she let him do that, while standing right behind him? While pressed up against him? There would be no way for her to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't happening. She took a couple of deep breaths, thinking furiously.
Then she reached over to the sink and grabbed a cup. Filling it with water, she dumped it over his head.
The red-haired girl attached to her front sputtered furiously. "Aaack! What'd you do that for?"
"You're no longer pointed the wrong way, meaning up," Akane replied. "Now turn around so you can sit."
With an effort, Ranma turned around to face Akane once more. Before the dark-haired girl could contemplate whether to try and turn her back, Ranma growled through gritted teeth, "Can't ... hold ... it!"
"Then sit," Akane told her heavily, giving in to the inevitable. As Ranma dropped part of the seat back down, tugged down her boxers and sat, Akane spread her own legs to either side, straddling and sitting upon Ranma's lap. The expected noise was heard underneath and Akane sighed, wondering why the universe hated her so much.
Finishing her business and flushing, Ranma struggled for several minutes trying to find a way to bend down and pull her boxers back up. Finally she turned around, putting her back to Akane once more. Now able to bend over, simultaneously lifting Akane into the air facing the ceiling, Ranma managed to get hold of the boxer shorts and pull them up her legs as she stood once more.
"Well ... that was an adventure," Akane proclaimed, trying to make light of an experience she'd just as soon forget.
"Yeah, and we got another one coming right up," Ranma noted wearily.
"What do you mean?" Akane inquired, thinking that she had no immediate need to do what Ranma had just done.
"I'm only wearing boxers and a T-shirt," Ranma replied. "And you're wearing pajamas. We can't go around all day in those. We gotta get dressed. And we gotta do it somehow while pressed up against each other."
Akane's face turned red again, and she ground her teeth while once more pounding her head against her fiance's back.
"If we're going to get dressed," Akane said, her teeth gritted, "then you're going first. And you're staying a girl until after."
Ranma shrugged. Neither demand mattered much to her.
They headed into the guest room, where Ranma managed to remove her boxer shorts without too much difficulty, and the T-shirt with only a little more trouble, sliding it up between their bodies. Akane bit her tongue and managed to keep quiet about the latter, as the fabric dragged across her nipples with only a thin pajama top for protection. She considered briefly demanding that they both turn around, so that Ranma's front was to her back, but realized that it would be much more difficult for Ranma to dress in that position. So she set herself to endure.
It would have been easier if her nipples weren't standing out like hard nubs. After slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, first a new T-shirt was pulled down between their bodies, then a Chinese shirt. Both of them dragged across her sensitive nipples, both irritating and tingling at the same time. Finally Ranma pulled on a pair of pants and pushed her feet into house slippers. "Okay, your turn," she announced.
Back in her own room, the two teenagers first squirmed around to change positions, so that Ranma's female form was now pressing her ample bosom into Akane's back. After standing still for several minutes to work up her courage, Akane unbuttoned her pajama top, then awkwardly pulled it up in back and over her head. With a little chagrin the dark-haired girl reflected that by insisting on the order in which they changed clothes, Ranma was spared the greater part of the difficulty she herself had just gone through, since the other girl was wearing both a T-shirt and the thicker fabric of her Chinese shirt.
Akane then pulled off her pajama buttons and, after a moment's hesitation, her panties as well. Luckily she was unaware of the widening of Ranma's eyes as the redhead got a good luck over her shoulder during these operations, mesmerized by the slight jiggle of the firm, naked breasts before her eyes.
Feeling guilty, but not letting that deter her, Ranma tried to lean forward surreptitiously to get a look further down. This got her a better look at Akane's tits, but at the same time that particular sight mostly blocked the view below. A couple of brief glimpses of small bits of black hair was all she managed. With a smothered sigh Ranma drew back, noting that she could see quite a bit from the sides of Akane's bare ass.
Akane unwittingly gave Ranma more time for this viewing pleasure as she once again hesitated, reluctant to open the dresser drawer in order to select panties and a bra for the day. It occurred to her that when doing so, Ranma would be able to easily see everything over her shoulder, and with that thought she instinctively raised an arm to press against her boobs. "Close your eyes," she finally thought to order her fiance, turning her head to the side to check that this was done. Not that this worked very well, for the position was much too awkward to easily keep even the nearer eye in view, let alone both, and in any case she couldn't keep her head turned this way and dress at the same time.
With a grimace of surrender, Akane turned back forward and opened the drawer, selecting a pair of undergarments as quickly as possible. But not so quickly as to accidentally select anything too lacy and alluring, given that she was certain his eyes would not stay closed and he would thus see what she had chosen before she could cover them with other clothing. The panties were easily pulled on.
The bra proved much more of a challenge. She would normally pull the cups behind her back at the level of her lower ribs, clasp the hooks in front of herself, then rotate the whole around her body before sliding the straps over her arms and pulling it all up into place. This proved untenable, as the degree of contact between Ranma and her lower back - where they had the most trouble separating - made it difficult to pull the amount and shape of the fabric in the bra's cups through that area. Akane briefly considered going without a bra, which she quickly decided against, and considered rather longer using a sports bra instead, but was just too stubborn in the end to give in. Finally, with maximum embarrassment, she put her arms through the straps, then asked Ranma to lean back as much as she could and do the hooks for her at her upper back. After much fumbling on Ranma's part this was achieved, and Akane pulled the bra down the rest of the way and tucked it into place.
This brought her to her next check. She reached for her school uniform and froze, arm still extended. After several seconds she proclaimed, "There is no way that we're going to school today." With that she turned her mind to deciding between a skirt, shorts or slacks, finally deciding on a skirt as potentially less embarrassing if and when her own turn came to use the toilet. After that there was little more difficulty in putting on a skirt, blouse, socks and slippers.
At long, long last they were able to go down to breakfast. Where they discovered that so far Genma had not bothered to inform anyone of their little problem. Instead they had to explain matters themselves, much to Soun's distress, Kasumi's shock, and Nabiki's amusement.
When they tried to sit down to eat they ran into a different problem, having difficulty finding a position in which they were comfortable and could both eat. Face to face certainly wasn't reasonable, and the two girls were too close in height for the one behind to eat comfortably when sitting with the other in front. They were about to try eating standing up, when Kasumi splashed Ranma with some hot water. They then found it worked reasonably well for Ranma to kneel in front of the table with his legs apart, while Akane knelt in front of him with her legs between his, and her back to his front. She just hoped that his hardness problem from earlier would not return.
While they were eating, Kasumi finally took note of what her little sister was wearing. "Oh Akane, where's your uniform? You can't go to school dressed like that."
Akane looked up. "So why don't you complain when Ranma wears civvies to school at least once a week? In any case, we decided we aren't going to school today. Not until this problem is fixed."
Kasumi allowed a small frown on her features. "Ranma is Ranma, and in any case it is Uncle Saotome's duty to see that he is dressed properly. It is unacceptable for my sisters to attend school dressed inappropriately. And as for skipping school, you don't know how long it will take to correct this problem. It could be weeks. Or longer. You can't stay home from school for all that time. So there's no point in skipping today."
"But Kasumi ..." Akane tried.
"No," the older sister said firmly. "Please change after breakfast. And don't be late to school."
Akane looked down. "Yes, Kasumi," she mumbled.
So back up to her bedroom they trudged after they finished eating. Akane had pulled off her blouse and skirt before remembering that she hadn't asked Ranma to change back into a girl. She was reminded as she felt a seemingly massive erection pressed against her rear end, and realized that a boy was pressed firmly against her back while she was standing there dressed only in underwear. She barely managed not to scream, which would solve nothing and only bring the rest of the family running to investigate.
Akane stood frozen for a moment arguing with herself, but finally decided not to go in search of cold water. Primarily because she didn't want to wander around the house wearing only her underwear, and if she was going to put something on first then it might as well be her uniform. So instead she walked over to where the uniform was hanging, dragging the boy behind her, trying to ignore how much of a look he was probably getting at her bra and panties.
It wasn't too difficult putting on the white blouse, and pulling the half slip up and over her hips. Then came the jumper, which proved to be quite a struggle. Instead of doing her best to ignore Ranma, she ended up having to ask for his cooperation, getting him to lean this way and that at appropriate times while she worked it into place, but finally it was done. Although all the wriggling only served to stiffen him even further. In contrast, the vest proved to be little trouble.
They collected both of their book bags, slipped on their shoes in the genkan, and headed out the door.
Then Akane stopped them inside the gate. They were still walking with Ranma's front pressed against her back, and it occurred to Akane that this could not help but look perverted to people who saw them. After some thought she decided it would be best for her to get behind his back and have him hold up her legs, so that it would look like he was carrying her piggyback. Not particularly dignified, but much better than the other options. She explained her reasoning, they struggled into the new position, and then took off running as time was now becoming a pressing issue. Luckily Ranma's protuberance had softened somewhat after Akane finished dressing.
On arriving, Ranma quickly ran past the staring students in the schoolyard. Nabiki, already prepared, quickly started accepting payment in return for explanation of what they had seen. Upon reaching their homeroom it was the couple who once more had to explain their situation, much to the amusement of all and not a little envy toward Ranma on the part of the boys. Still, everyone was quite accustomed by now to the weirdness surrounding these two.
Once again, under the staring eyes of all of their classmates, the pair squirmed around until Akane was in front of Ranma. This allowed Ranma to sit in the chair in front of his desk, with Akane sitting on his lap. This took longer than usual since Akane stopped to readjust her skirt frequently, as it kept getting caught between them and pulled up her legs as they shifted to this position.
Then the homeroom teacher came in, and they had to tell the story all over again to explain why Akane was sitting in Ranma's lap. Unsurprisingly, the teacher merely sighed and nodded, getting on with the day.
Halfway through third period, with another period to go before lunch, Akane squirmed a little. Then a little more a few minutes later. Then even more. Despite his attempts to think about other things, Ranma's dick insisted on rising to attention under this stimulation. Which was even more of a problem in this position than it was while standing, since the hard ridge was pressed firmly along the length of Akane's pussy. Although surprised by her silence on the matter, Ranma was finally forced to lean forward and whisper, "Could you please keep still? I can't make ... that ... go away with you wriggling around."
Akane turned her head and hissed back in her own whisper, "I can't help it. I was trying to hold off until lunch, but ... I can't."
"Hold off what?"
She turned her head far enough to give him a look.
"Oh." He refrained from smacking his head. He thought about saying something more about her moving making it not his fault that he couldn't get rid of his boner, but decided he'd only be repeating himself. He also thought about suggesting that they take care of the problem between periods in about ten minutes, but again kept quiet after deciding that this was quite obvious. So he just sat back and tried to focus his mind while waiting it out, only to nod off instead.
Akane jumped up as soon as the bell rang, yanking Ranma out of his brief nap. Heading out into the hall, Akane gave him a quick splash from a water fountain, then the two teens slipped together into the nearest girls restroom. What followed was something of a replay of that morning with the roles reversed, Ranma sitting straddling Akane's lap while looking up at the ceiling and trying to ignore what was happening underneath her.
When they stepped out of the stall they still had their fronts pressed together. And they found themselves being stared at by three other girls, who were standing at the sinks, and who clearly recognized Ranma. Who also just as clearly had not yet heard the tale of how the pair were stuck to one another. Eyebrows lifted up to hairlines, and lips rapidly twisted into smirks.
"It ... It's not what you think," attempted Akane.
"Of course it's not," said one, smirking even more broadly. "We're so sorry we ... interrupted you." They turned as one and rapidly left the room, no doubt seeking out others to whom they could pass on some juicy gossip.
Akane tried to bang her head on something in frustration. Unfortunately, this proved to be Ranma's forehead.
At lunchtime the two fathers showed up at school. "We have found the solution," Genma announce proudly. Not to mention pompously.
"Which you must use before dawn," Soun added. "For we have discovered that if you do not separate your bodies by then, you will be stuck together like this forever."
"What?!" Akane yelled.
From his kneeling position behind her on the ground, Ranma raised his fist threateningly. "You said you know the fix? What is it?"
"It is quite simple, really," Genma told them. "All that is necessary is that the student defeat the master. In this case, given which pills you each swallowed, all that means is that Akane must defeat you, Ranma."
"As if ..." He jerked to the side as Akane's elbow jabbed back, barely missing his gut. "Hey, watch it tomboy!"
"Just let me hit you, jerk!" she growled. Twisting around so they were face to face she tried to punch him in the head, but he dodged.
"Hold ... still ..." Akane demanded, throwing more punches. Each one missed somehow.
"I can't help it," Ranma replied. "It's instinct to dodge." More hits missed, even when aimed directly for his torso, as he twisted around so that he was behind Akane again.
"What do you mean?" Akane asked, trying to kick backward at him. "I hit you all the time."
"That's only when I deserve it," Ranma told her smugly. "You know, if I've shot my mouth off or something. When we're sparring and stuff, you never come close."
"Arrrgh!" She wasn't coming close right now. Akane paused for a moment, panting. Squirming around to face him once more, she glared and through thin lips said, "Then insult me, dickhead."
"Uh..." He looked at her warily. Deciding she really did mean it, he tentatively said, "You're uncute, and your cooking tastes like shit."
Akane scowled. Those sentiments were so commonly voiced that she felt only the barest spark of ire. Although the cooking comment would probably have gotten more reaction if she actually had just cooked something. "Is that the best you can do?" she asked.
"I ..." He gazed down at her narrowed eyes in the middle of her cute face. It just felt too weird to have her asking him to insult her. Finally he tried, "I'd really rather be engaged to Ukyo, since she's cuter and a better cook."
Ranma's life passed before his eyes as Akane's own eyes widened, a glow visible in their depths. Her arm came out of nowhere, the open hand slapping across his cheek with such force that they both spun around. Ranma, dazed, tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head.
Akane tried to push away from him but failed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she pummeled his body with her fists.
"Ow! Ow! Enough!" he shouted, grabbing her wrists. He tried pushing their bodies apart himself, also failing.
"Why isn't it working?" Akane cried out, frustrated.
"I ... I don't know," her father said. "The scroll only said that the student had to defeat the master."
"What exactly did it say?" asked an annoyed Ranma.
Soun thought. "That the student must best the master."
"That's all?" Ranma puzzled over this. "That doesn't necessarily refer to fighting."
Genma shrugged. "Since the pills are intended for martial artists, that seemed the obvious interpretation. I suppose it could mean that the student must prove himself the master's superior in some martial arts technique. If that's the case, then the situation here is hopeless."
"Hey!" Akane yelled, kicking the man. Her intention was to launch him into orbit, but her aim was off. Instead she kicked his testicles hard enough to lift him a meter into the air. Genma collapsed, wheezing, his fingers and toes curling and uncurling, and his eyes protruding from his face.
Ranma scratched his head, and chose his words carefully. "All the same, if you're not supposed to best me in a fight, I got no idea what it is you aresupposed to do. And apparently we got to figure it out by ... dawn, you said?"
Soun nodded. "The deadline is twenty-four hours after the pills were swallowed. Which your father said occurred shortly before dawn." Thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "I suppose the only thing to do is to continue looking through the other scrolls, to see if we can find any other information."
Both Ranma and Akane nodded. "We're coming with you," Akane announced. "If we have that sort of time limit, then that's more important than staying at school for what's left of the afternoon."
Hours later, they'd finished going through the dojo's hoard of scrolls, having found nothing. They were dusty, dirty, sweaty and tired, many of the scrolls having been covered in cobwebs and other detritus for years. Reluctantly, they put everything away, then headed inside to answer Kasumi's call for dinner.
The oldest sister frowned at the sight of them, but said nothing as she served the food. Once again Ranma and Akane adopted the position with both of them kneeling, Akane between Ranma's legs and her back to his front. Dinner was eaten with few words being exchanged.
After dinner, Kasumi gave the young couple a look pinning them both in place. She seemed to be wrestling with herself, then said - with a measure of reluctance - "Akane, Ranma. Please take a bath before attending to your homework."
Akane looked up at her sister, wide-eyed. "B-But, we can't! We're ..." she waved her arm around, as if the remainder of her sentence should be obvious.
Ranma looked frightened, but kept his mouth shut.
Kasumi sighed, before her features tightened in resolution. "I am aware of the difficulty," she told them, her voice containing sympathy but also determination. "However, it appears that the two of you may remain stuck like this. Even if a solution is eventually found, it may take some time. You cannot go without bathing all that time, and right now you are more than a little ... filthy. There is also the point that you are to be husband and wife one day, so this would happen eventually. I really see no other choice."
The two fathers were both smiling. "Quite right," Soun affirmed. "Hear, hear," was Genma's contribution. Amazingly, they both refrained from any more exuberant response, content to quietly cheer Kasumi on.
"Maybe we could just ... rinse ourselves down with a hose?" Ranma suggested.
Kasumi's frown became frown-er. "Wash," she commanded, pointing down the hall.
"Couldn't we ...?" tried Akane.
The tiniest shake of her head was all the older girl needed to stop her younger sister in her tracks. With a whimper of resignation, and a death glare at the two fathers, Akane and Ranma climbed to their feet and shuffled down the hallway toward the furoba.
Splashing Ranma to turn her into a girl, Akane had Ranma remove her clothes first. Then with difficulty Akane stripped out of her own begrimed garments, dumping everything into the laundry hamper. She insisted on turning around again, so that she was facing Ranma's back, although she had not counted on how much Ranma would get to see during the gyrations to achieve this position. Picking up a couple of towels and their personal baskets of bath supplies, they headed into the inner bathing room.
It turned out that all of her attempts to preserve her modesty proved pointless. In order to wash all parts of their bodies, it was necessary to change positions several times, as one could not easily wash the places where they were pressed together. At the end they were facing, so that each could wrap their arms around the other to wash the other person's back. They also found that it was easier to help wash the other person's hair. The fact that Ranma had an excellent view of Akane's boobs in this position, not to mention vice versa, was something which simply had to be tolerated.
Not to mention that each of them found themselves becoming quite horny under these administrations.
Finally dumping buckets of cold water over their heads to rinse off, Ranma stood up, holding Akane's legs up for easier walking by placing her hands under Akane's ass and upper thighs. Carefully of the wet floor, she minced her way over to the furo, then stepped in and quickly sat down with Akane straddling his lap and still facing him.
What neither had counted on was the consequences of this position given Ranma's anatomical changes at that moment, and the fact he was already aroused. As Akane sat upon him, Ranma's cock made a perfect bull's-eye and slid balls deep into Akane's cunt.
Akane's eyes shot wide, and her mouth opened with a gasp. Ranma's lightning reflexes were just fast enough to cover her mouth with a hand and muffle the shriek of pain Akane let off. She tried to jump away from him, which obviously didn't work and nearly dumped them lengthwise into the water. However, Ranma managed to get his other arm around her back and prevented this as well. He held her close to his body, hugging her panting form, as she tried to recover some sense of equilibrium.
"You ... idiot!" Akane gasped, trying but failing to lift off of him, due to the way their bodies were forced together. All she succeeded in doing was moving upward along his length, and then dropping down fully upon it once again. Accompanied by another wince of pain.
Ranma was relieved to notice a lack of evidence in the water, and pointed this out. "At least there doesn't seem to be any blood for us to explain away."
Akane snarled. "That's the least of our concerns, don't you think?" She looked down. "I lost ... that bit of ... tissue a couple of years ago, while training. But it still bloody hurt! A lot! And we weren't supposed to do this until our wedding night!"
"So, uh, does that mean you do want to marry me?" Ranma asked.
"That's not the point!" Akane ground out. Seeing the look of extreme worry on his face, she relented slightly. "I dunno. Maybe. If you ever get the balls to ask me yourself. And you mean it. But can we focus on what we do now?"
Ranma noticed she was making no further effort to get off of him, unsure whether she thought the attempt wouldn't work, was now pointless, or would simply be too painful. Privately he thought disconnecting themselves down there would be even more difficult than immediately after their joining, as he was sure that he had grown much harder and longer in the intervening moments.
Ranma looked her in the eyes. "So should we try to get you off of me, that part of me?" He cracked a grin. "Before one of us gets off?"
After punching him, Akane looked down. "It's ... my first time. We may not have intended it, but ... I always expected it to be special. You think you could maybe stop with the stupid ass comments and we could ... try?"
Ranma reached out to place his fingers under her chin, trying to lift her eyes to look at him. She refused though, keeping her face down. He sighed. "Yeah. We can try. I'll try. I don't think this is the place though. Too likely someone will come looking. And if we stay in the furo we'll leave evidence."
Akane now looked up, her expression clearly conveying surprise that he was being serious and not teasing or insulting her. "Where then?" she asked.
Ranma shrugged. "Your bedroom, I guess. They know we've got to stay together, whether we're doing homework, sleeping, or anything else. We can't keep 'em from eavesdropping, but we can barricade the door and cover the window. As long as we keep quiet, they might not know."
Akane nodded and Ranma stood, his shaft still stuffed deeply inside her. Working together they managed to dry off completely, then faced the prospect of putting something on. Finally they decided they could slip into a couple of yukata easily enough, and the robes should hide the connection between their nether regions sufficiently.
On exiting the changing room, holding Akane in front of him with her legs wrapped around him, Ranma turned right instead of left toward the living area. Akane looked at him questioningly, but he held a finger in front of his lips. Stepping out the back door Ranma crouched and then leaped smoothly up onto the second floor balcony. Slipping inside they made their way down the hall and into Akane's bedroom before anyone saw them.
The door was quickly locked behind them. After which, they stacked a dresser, wardrobe, and Akane's box of weights in front of the door. They closed the curtains, then pulled the bedspread off of the bed and hung that over the window as well. At that they looked at each other, both wondering if they were really going to go through with this.
Not that they weren't already. Ranma in particular was surprised that he hadn't softened at all while they were going through these maneuvers. And both were very aware of the degree to which he'd been slipping back and forth inside of her as they moved around. But now, very slowly, they approached the bed.
Carefully, Ranma lay Akane down on the bed with himself on top of her. He was obliged by the magic binding them to keep his body pressed firmly against hers so that he couldn't lift up. Slowly he began pumping his hips, pushing the iron rod of his manhood in and out of her hot molten core. The feeling was exquisite, although he was having a little trouble not crushing his new lover, given the way he could not lift himself off of her without awkwardly pulling her up off of the bed's surface as well.
"Ranma," Akane called his name breathily. "This is starting to feel pretty good. But ... you're just a bit heavy on top of me. Do you think we could try rolling over, and let me lay on top?"
Ranma nearly smacked himself for not thinking of the possibility himself. Quickly giving his assent, the pair rolled to the side and then slid back toward the middle, Akane now stretched out on top of him with her legs to either side of his.
Although she still couldn't lift herself off of him, the young woman found that this position gave her a lot more control. She began writhing her own hips, making his hardness slide within her, finding the ways to make this affect her clit so as to send electrical waves of pleasure coursing through her nerves.
It wasn't easy, but Ranma managed to get a calloused thumb on one of her nipples, the other fingers of that hand gently stroking her breast. His other hand reached down and squeezed her ass rhythmically, trying to help suggest his own idea of the best speed to move.
Both were now panting slightly, eyes half closed, teeth nipping at their lips. Perspiration glistened on their skin. Their bodies were rocking back and forth, necessarily in sync where they were attached. Akane was helplessly voicing little meeps of pleasure with each downward thrust she made, while Ranma struggled to keep his groans and the bedspring's squeaks from becoming loud enough to reach the ears of anyone else.
Suddenly Akane was exclaiming, "Oh! Oh! Ohh!" in a rising crescendo. Ranma quickly pressed his lips to hers in an attempt to silence her. She screamed quietly into his mouth as her body spasmed. A moment later Ranma was trying to restrain his own cries as he slammed his hips upward, and filled Akane's core with his hot seed. He held his back arched rigidly for several seconds, then collapsed back to the bed exhausted.
"Wow!" Akane said, just above a whisper. "Such pretty stars!"
She looked down. "Ranma?" she asked questioningly. She shook him. "Ranma?" she asked again. "Don't tell me you fell asleep? What kind of big, strong never-give-in fighter are you supposed to be?"
Then Akane blinked. They were still joined below, but Ranma was lying on the bed while she was holding herself up above him, hands pressed to the mattress and arms straight. Tentatively, she disengaged with a wince, and lifted her body free. "Huh," she remarked to herself with a smirk. "Guess I bested him after all."
Then she kicked him, and he finally opened his eyes. "Whaaa...?" he complained. Then his eyes opened wider. "We're not stuck together?"
"Nope." Akane grinned. "But only you and I know that. What say we make the most of everyone else's ignorance?"
With that she lay down beside him, and pecked him on the nose with her lips. Wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft and giving it a few strokes, she soon had it standing proud again, and ready for more action.
The scene in this chapter is based on the chapter "The Pill of Obedience" which is chapter 11 in (VIZ translation) volume 17. Alternatively, this was volume 19 chapter 11 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 201 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, Happosai swallowed the master pill himself, and gave Ranma the student pill. They were stuck together until Ranma managed to defeat Happosai, which needed to occur before 24 hours passed.
Note from H. Saotome, 2016-06-28: Added chapter.
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