<An exercise in idiocy.>

     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:
      <Fetti-Ranma>  (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.)

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.

Send all replies and flames to rrrgeen@epix.net <-- new address.