Prologue
Akane's heart was pounding so hard she was halfway convinced it would leap
out of her chest. Never had she believed she could find herself in such a
dire predicament from which there was no escape. It was horrible. She should
never have let her guard down. Rather than waiting at the front of the
school building and openly proclaiming their challenge, those horny brutes
that always lusted after her had ambushed her just as she passed by the
outside gates. Caught completely off-guard, she instantly found herself
surrounded by the mob and gang tackled before she had a chance to defend
herself. The horde proved far too numerous and powerful to overcome, despite
her impressive martial arts skills, and Akane soon found herself rendered
helpless. Rough, callused hands ripped her school uniform from her body,
tearing it and her undergarments to shreds and leaving her completely nude.
The torn remnants of cloth ended up paraded about by the mob as if they were
trophies from some great conquest.
The same powerful hands forced her to the ground on her back, spread-eagled.
Others pounded tent pegs in the ground next to her limbs. Next they bound
her wrists and ankles with soft, yet strong, nylon cord, then tied the
excess to the pegs that were firmly entrenched in the hard earth. Secured,
the men removed their hands from her body. Akane tried struggling, but it
was to no avail. Her bindings were too tight. She was defeated and
completely at their mercy.
Helpless, Akane lay there limply and watched events unfold around her,
nothing more than a helpless spectator. She stared with rapt attention as
the men eagerly removed their clothing, revealing well-toned muscles and
hardened dicks all pointing in her direction. In perfect unison, their
blended voice stated in enthusiastic tones, "Akane Tendou, in order to have
our way with you, we must defeat you, and now we have!"
The declaration made Akane squirm futilely in her bonds. "No! Wait! It's all
a misunderstanding! It was just a rumor! It's not true!"
"We'll make it true," the group promised as it moved closer.
Akane's eyes bulged in fear as she found herself surrounded on all sides by
lust-filled men. No way could she take that many guys, no matter how horny
she was with abstaining for so long. "Won't someone save me?!" she cried.
>From the very back of the crowd, a deep sonorous voice announced, "Let those
who would ambush women and force their unwanted attentions upon them, feel
the wrath of the boldest and most handsome of men!"
The proclamation caused the horde to turn their attention from their bound
prey to the newcomer. They parted for the intruder, like a sea making way
for some Biblical figure, revealing him to Akane's prone view. It was a bold
Tatewaki Kunou who strode through the bisected mob as though they were
little more than ants that were worth less than a moment's concern.
"Kunou-chan," Akane sighed, her eyes taking on a starry gleam.
"She's ours!" The horde cried out. Just as they had parted for Kunou, so now
did the mob reverse itself and descend upon him in two waves from both
sides, momentarily obscuring him from Akane's view.
"Nooo!" Akane cried out, wishing with all her might that she was free and
able to fight at Kunou's side.
"Away, unworthy fools!" came a cry from the center of the mob.
A thunderous roar filled the air, causing the very ground itself to tremble.
Suddenly the air was filled with flying bodies that were tossed about like
leaves in a tornado. A hundred men were thrown back, left to soar through
the air before crashing hard into the ground. Their bodies filled the entire
length of the school yard, all of them groaning in various states of
senselessness.
At the epicenter of the destruction, Kunou stood confidently, bokken idly
resting across one shoulder. "Fleas should bother dogs, not men." His teeth
gleamed as he unleashed a smile in Akane's direction.
The bound girl swooned at the sight of Kunou's easy triumph. A hundred foes
dispatched with one blow. Truly he was the mightiest of men.
Kunou had a swaggering gait as he strode toward Akane. He eventually came to
a stop, standing not more than a meter from her as his eyes roved over her
body in a decidedly hungry manner. "Now that I am victorious, I claim for
myself the prize those boorish dolts sought."
"Yes!" Akane cried out in a joyous delirium. "I'm yours! Do with me what you
will!"
Kunou smirked. "Oh indeed, I shall." With a wave of his hand, his clothes
were hurled aside, leaving him clad in nothing more than a leopard print
thong, his impressive manhood all but threatening to rip through the thin
material.
Akane's eyes were transfixed on what lay between his legs. "Take me now!"
she pleaded.
Kunou responded by leaping upon her nude body and burying his face in her
cleavage. He rubbed his head vigorously up and down, all but mauling her
breasts as he squeezed them and played with her taut nipples.
She could feel her lower lips moistening from the rough manipulations. "Oh
yes, I knew you had it in you," Akane cooed.
Abruptly, the mauling stopped. In a high pitched, feminine voice, Kunou
asked, "Ranma, when you chest get so small?"
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Akane woke with a start in the familiar confines of her bedroom. She found
her arms poised above her head, hands clenched tightly to her headboard in a
deathlock, her legs spread wide, and a body lay on top of her. The persons'
face was buried in her cleavage while their hands remained attached to her
breasts, almost exactly like in what had obviously been a dream.
However, the one thing that stood apart from the dream was the identity of
the figure. Fondling Akane's breasts in a very skillful manner was a
completely naked Shampoo, whose eyes were closed as she dreamily said,
"Ranma no worry. Shampoo figure out a way to make her chest too, too perfect
again."
A vein in Akane's forehead twitched. Then her whole face twitched. Then her
entire body twitched.
And then...
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A cry of "Shampoo no baka!" and the sound of a fist striking something hard
filled the Tendou house.
Nabiki sat bolt upright in her bed. Her previously sleepy mind processed the
information that had roused it from its slumber. Identifying the source of
the disturbance as the room next to hers, Nabiki pounded on the wall and
shouted out, "Keep the lesbian action down in there! Some of us are trying
to get some sleep! Stupid dykes."
Nabiki cursed her misjudgment as she lay back down and threw the covers over
her head. Here she had Shampoo pegged as a screamer, rather than Akane.
She'd have to go shopping tomorrow and buy a gag for her sister if she was
ever going to get any peace and quiet.
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Ranma: Sextacular
Chapter 5
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Since this is a lemon, no one under eighteen should read this for fear of
having your eyes burn out of your head.
Throughout the series I will be using the 'Ranma-chan' appellation to denote
female Ranma due to gender being important to this, despite the fact it is
technically improper.
This one will have less lemon than the others, but I had fun with it and it
has the plot elements I want. And on to the fic...
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Shampoo rubbed the back of her head with one hand as she continued holding
the pan of rice over the burner with her other. Once Kasumi was finished
cutting the vegetables, it would be the last of the preparation needed
before the two of them would serve breakfast. "Stupid Akane. Shampoo explain
she wake up and go to bathroom and so groggy when she get back she forget
where she was supposed to sleep. Was no need to hit so hard."
Seated at the breakfast table with the rest of the two families, Akane
released a derisive snort. "Yeah, right. I know you. You were trying to come
on to me. You just couldn't control yourself."
Shampoo shot Akane an annoyed look and set the skillet aside. "No be stupid.
If Shampoo wanted to feel up someone other than her airen, she pick someone
with nice tits. Like Kasumi." To illustrate her point, she moved behind
Kasumi, reached under the older girl's arms, and grabbed her breasts.
Kasumi gave a surprised, "Oh!" as she stopped cutting and stared wide-eyed
at the hands that had attached themselves to her chest.
Shampoo began fondling them, making certain Akane had a clear view. "See?
This what a real chest look like. Nice big breasts, firm and generous.
Shampoo could play with them all day." She stared pointedly at Akane while
working over the object of contention vigorously. "These so good and so much
better than Akane's, Shampoo can no see how you two is related. Maybe Akane
is adopted."
Kasumi turned flush as she all but groaned, "Ah, Shampoo, I'm not quite
finished cooking."
That seemed to shake Shampoo out of the staring contest she was having with
Akane. "Oh, sorry. Shampoo was just making point."
"You made them nice and pointy, all right," Ranma said as he leered at
Kasumi's chest. Her nipples were in such a state of arousal that they were
clearly defined through her bra and dress.
"You can use my tits as an example if you want, but you'll owe me one,"
Nabiki said as she continued leafing through the morning paper.
"Shampoo satisfied Akane understand now." At least judging by the glare
Akane was shooting at her, the Amazon assumed she understood.
Akane's dark mood brightened considerably as a tiny piglet made its way
through the room, obviously relieved at locating some of the house's
residents. Akane reached over and picked up her pet. "Good morning, P-Chan."
She kissed him on the snout.
P-Chan blushed slightly as he was gently placed in Akane's lap.
Ranma reached over and tried to scratch the piglet's head. "How's it going,
Mr. P?"
P-Chan snapped out, biting down hard on Ranma's hand just as he was about to
reach him.
"Ow!" Ranma drew his hand back, but the piglet remained attached, snarling
fiercely through its grip. "Why you little," the martial artist started to
growl before catching sight of an angry Akane drawing her open hand back and
raising it high above her head.
It was a pose Ranma recognized --women had slapped him over the course of
his life far too many times to count-- and he winced reflexively at the
impending swat. However, instead of slapping him, the irate girl's hand
connected with something else.
P-Chan was struck hard enough to be knocked clear of Ranma's hand. She
wagged her finger at the piglet. "Bad, P-Chan! Quit picking on Ranma!" she
admonished.
Ranma sucked on his sore digits. He said around the fingers, "Ah, don't get
too bent out of shape. He's probably just attached to you and gets jealous
when I get close."
"I don't want him biting people." Akane insisted. "If he's too unruly, I'll
have to get him neutered."
P-Chan gave a high-pitched squeal, curled into a ball, and trembled
uncontrollably.
"Nah, that's too extreme. It'll just take a while for the little guy to warm
up to me. Right, P-Chan?" Ranma held his hand out again.
Reluctantly, as though someone was prodding him with a sharp knife, P-Chan
walked over to Ranma and allowed himself to be pet on the head.
Seeing P-Chan accept the token of affection, Akane visibly relaxed and
returned her pet to her lap.
Xxxxxxxxxx
Several light years away, a spaceship soared through the darkness between
star systems, no particular destination plotted out.
It was over that matter that a figure was hunched over a terminal, skimming
through the database in the ship's primary computer system. He ran a hand
through his tousled, sandy hair as he scowled at the screen. "This stinks."
Behind him, his designated superior, 2 for 9, stared in disapproval.
"Haven't you found a suitable planet yet?"
"Yes, I'm just keeping the information from you," 0 for 10 answered.
"What? Why?" 2 for 9 asked.
"I'm just kidding," 0 for 10 quipped. "If I had found a suitable planet, I
would have told you."
"This is not a time for humor! It is of utmost importance that we locate a
planet with suitable subjects for our mission. We are the Lead Hunters. We
must retrieve some proper specimens. We must!"
"We'll find some."
A door to the control center opened with a loud 'whoosh' and a third figure
entered, catching the tail end of the conversation. "I still say we go for
some Oni. They're genetically compatible."
"The Oni are powerful, 1 for 23," 2 for 9 warned.
The newcomer rolled his eyes. "Okay, look. How many times do I have to tell
you? My name is Spike."
"That is not the designate you were given," 2 for 9 said.
"I am an individual, not a statistic," Spike declared.
"Individuality is frowned upon," 2 for 9 insisted.
"So's this." Spike made an obscene gesture.
"I want to be called Boner," 0 for 10 said from his seat.
"Don't you start," 2 for 9 warned.
Spike said, "Look, just let us use the names we want. No one really cares.
It's a stupid bureaucratic rule no one enforces anyway. Whenever someone
wants us to do something, they just say 'Hey you, get your ass over here'
anyway. "
2 for 9 held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, Spike and Boner will be your
code names for this mission. Not your real names. Code names," he insisted.
Boner was delighted with his new pseudonym. "I think you would make a cool
'Rod'."
"I am perfectly happy with my current designation," 2 For 9 insisted.
"Anyway, how about those Oni?" Spike asked, turning the conversation back to
its original topic.
"They're too powerful," 2 for 9 repeated.
"They're also stupid," Spike reminded him.
2 for 9 shook his head. "They'll lure us into some kind of game, like dodge
ball, and somehow they'll win, like they always do, and then we'll lose
everything."
"I say we try it," Spike demanded.
"Got one!" Boner shouted from his seat.
The other two moved closer to the video screen and see what had caught
Boner's attention.
"Here it is. A planet remarkably close to our current location," Boner
explained.
"There's an inhabited world in that system? It's so far out of the way, how
did anyone discover that?" 2 for 9 said in disbelief.
Boner read more of the information being displayed. "It was stumbled upon
forty-five years ago when a search mission similar to our own detected what
they thought was a dimensional energy shift in this quadrant. By the time
they arrived, the energy signature was gone. They determined that the
culture was too primitive to have dimensional travel technology, and that it
was probably an erroneous reading. However since they were there anyway,
they abducted some of the inhabitants, tested them, and discovered they are
genetically compatible with Marzhans."
"Excellent," 2 for 9 rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. "We will set
course for the same location the previous expedition did. Now we're certain
to find the specimens we need."
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It took Ranma a few minutes to spot the target he had been searching for.
While he remembered the general location of the locker relative to the hall,
he had been in a hurry the last time he dropped by and was uncertain as to
which hall he had been in. However, he recognized the person currently
opening it and exchanging one set of text books for another.
Ranma strolled over, casually leaned on the locker next to hers, and gave
her his cocky grin.
It took Sayuri a moment for to notice him. "Can I help you?" she asked in a
tired voice.
"Hey, I'm Ranma. Ranma Saotome."
Sayuri stared at him blankly.
That wasn't the response he was expecting. Maybe he was confused. "You're
Akane's friend, Sayuri, right?"
The mention of Akane's name prodded Sayuri's memory. "Right, you're the guy
that's her prospective fianc�. We were never formally introduced. I'm Sayuri
Mizuhara."
"Oh, we met before," Ranma informed her.
Sayuri scratched her head. "We did?"
"Sure, in the lock..." Ranma recalled the details of the encounter. "What I
mean to say is, we almost met before, but that's not important right now. I
came by to thank you."
"For what?"
"For helping my sister, Ranko."
Sayuri's eyes took on a far off cast. "Ranko," she said slowly, savoring
every letter as it rolled off her tongue.
Ranma passed his hand in front of Sayuri several times before it had the
desired result of shaking her out of her fantasy. "Anyway, thanks for
helping save her from that Amazon."
"No problem. It was definitely my pleasure," Sayuri gushed. "I think it's
cool she's a natural redhead. It's so... erotic."
Given the way Sayuri was acting so cute and excited at every mention of
Ranko's name, Ranma could not help picturing doing some erotic things with
her. She might not have been built like Shampoo, or as athletic as Akane,
but her body was appealing in its own way. And she was attractive as well.
Sayuri looked at Ranma curiously. "Wait a minute. I thought she said she was
your cousin."
It took Ranma a moment to recall the exact conversation in the hall. He
laughed nervously. "Ah, she is. But we're so close, it's like she's my
sister."
"I see. What did you want to talk to me about?"
That relaxed Ranma. He had wondered how to broach the subject, and Sayuri
had done it for him. "I'd like to repay you for helping my sis... cousin out
of a tight jam."
"Give me her number," Sayuri blurted out.
That caught Ranma off-guard. It took him a moment to come up with, "She
doesn't have a phone."
"Where does she live? I'll accept her gratitude personally then," Sayuri
persisted.
Ranma found the conversation spiraling out of his control. "She's a very...
private person."
"How about her measurements?" Sayuri caught herself. "That is, I noticed she
seemed short on underwear the last time we met. I might want to pick her up
something. So I'll need them."
That made Ranma scratch his head. "You know, I'm not sure what they are."
Now that he thought about it, he sure wouldn't have minded being able to
look at his female body from an outsider's perspective. And he'd definitely
have to measure himself. "I know for sure it's one hell of a nice rack. No
doubt about that. Nice firm butt too. Hips are just right."
"So true." Sayuri sighed as she stared off into space.
Ranma wondered just how spaced out the girl usually was. She'd have to grill
Akane about it later. "Anyhow, I thought I'd repay you by asking you out on
a date. On me, of course."
That shook Sayuri out of her fantasy. She gave Ranma a once over with her
eyes, than laughed. "I don't think so."
That was expected. Nabiki had warned him to the girl's true nature.
Persistence was the only way to persuade Sayuri to go out with him. And if
he was tenacious enough, it would be all the pussy he could handle. And he
could handle a whole lot for certain. He wanted to make up for all the lost
opportunities he had suffered. "Come on. I know you'll have a great time."
"Hardly."
"Give me a chance. Once you get to know me, you'll see I'm a great guy."
"Yes, well, that is the crux of the problem, isn't it?" Sayuri stated dryly.
That was an odd statement. She didn't like great guys? Was she one of those
S+M girls that liked being smacked around and treated like dirt? Ranma
didn't think he was into that. He could probably fake it, but he wasn't so
sure he'd enjoy it. He liked beating up his enemies, not his romantic
interests.
He was about to ask her what she meant when Sayuri's eyes nearly lit up.
"Actually, maybe spending some time together wouldn't be so bad. But it
won't be a date," she said clearly. "We would be going out as a platonic,
casual acquaintance kind of thing. I insist I pay for everything I get."
"Sure," Ranma said eagerly. While she said it wasn't a date, he was going to
treat it as such in his mind. Once they went out on a few of these
'platonic' meetings, he just knew his natural charm and charisma would win
her over. And if they were 'officially' platonic, Akane wouldn't have a
reason to get mad at him or anything for dating one of her friends. Things
were going to work out for certain this time.
"How about after school today?" Ranma asked.
"Sure," Sayuri started to say, then slapped her hand to her forehead. "Damn!
I forgot. I have detention after school."
"How about tomorrow?"
"Detention."
"Day after that?"
"Double Detention."
"What? Do you have detention until the end of the week?" Ranma asked.
"Until the end of the month," Sayuri admitted bitterly. "Apparently, the
vice principal objects to being called a garishly dressed midget with bad
hair and having that bulbous nose of his honked like a clown's prop. I
probably would have gotten detention until the end of the year, but he
seemed to enjoy the lap dance I gave Miss Takashiro," Sayuri muttered.
"Could have sworn the whole thing was a damn dream."
Ranma was about to ask just what in the hell she was talking about when a
pair of hands fondled his rear end. His whole body went rigid at the
unexpected caress, though he made no action to remove the appendages.
A soft, feminine voice cooed in his ear, "How's it going, Ranma?"
Recognizing the voice, Ranma give a yelp and darted out of the fondling
grasp. He spun and kept the girl in his line of sight. It was Akane's other
friend, that Yuka girl. It figured that the man hater would fixate on him,
and pretend she was interested in him, all for the express purpose of
kicking him in the nuts. He was an icon of manliness, after all. It only
made sense he would be her primary target.
"Got to go. We'll arrange a time to have our date," he said to Sayuri
quickly and ran off.
"It's not a date!" Sayuri shouted at his departing form.
Yuka stared at her friend, aghast. "He runs for the hills whenever I come on
to him, but wants to date you? What kind of mad world is this?"
"It's not a date," Sayuri insisted. "We're getting together in a platonic
acquaintance kind of way. We're just going to talk about things. School.
Akane. Ranko. Ranko's favorite food. Her favorite color. How old she is. How
open minded she. What she likes in a woman."
Yuka left as Sayuri continued to rattle off all the questions she intended
to ask Ranma. Sensing no danger from her friend snatching the current target
out from under her, Yuka considered how to go about seducing Akane's
potential fianc� again. He was the first guy to resist her advances, which
made her want him all the more. She was just going to have to try harder in
order to get Ranma to sleep with her. Perhaps she could nail him in the
bathroom when his pants were already down to his knees...
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It was in the middle of the school yard that a trio of columns of rainbow
energy, shot through with white motes of lights that twinkled like miniature
stars, appeared out of nowhere. Within moments dark shadows formed within
the columns. With each passing second the shadows congealed, becoming more
substantial as details began to become clearer. Eventually the light faded
and three figures stood there as though they had been present the entire
time.
2 for 9 looked straight up. "Stealth mode is operational. No one can see the
spaceship, save ourselves."
Spike pouted. "I wanted to buzz the primitives. I love it when they point
and scream and we force the regional governments to come up with things like
'It was a weather balloon', to explain what we were."
"We are on a mission, not a joyride," 2 for 9 reminded him. He turned to
Boner. "Readings?"
Boner read the small datapad in his hand. It was covered with a number of
blinking lights and made eerie whining noises as he operated it. "This is
the highest concentration of females in the area. Once we set up the mass
transit system and it powers up, we'll be able to beam aboard every woman
within a half kilometer radius."
Spike fingered his clothing. "Are you sure this is what the inhabitants of
this planet wear?"
"Yes," Boner said. "According to the 'Aimless Wanderer's Guide to the
Universe' all alien males visiting the planet should wear black suits, black
ties, black shoes, and black sunglasses. Be very stilted, formal, and
emotionless in your speech, and repeatedly insist you've never seen aliens
and they don't exist, and you'll blend right in."
"Okay." Spike stopped fingering his clothing.
2 for 9 took charge of the situation again. "We need set up the mass transit
system. We'll need a large open area with a roof over it to accomplish
that."
Boner looked over his flashing, noise-making instrument again. "Readings
indicate there is such an area in that structure there." He pointed to a
large building that was attached to the school.
"Let's go," 2 for 9 said.
The trio walked in perfect unison toward the gymnasium.
Xxxxxxxx
Ranma was relaxing against a set of parallel bars as his phys-ed class
separated into two groups: guys on one side, girls on the other. Today they
were going to be doing gymnastics, a feat Ranma excelled at better than the
whole class combined. Actually, he excelled at any sport (save those that
relied on instruments of skill, like kendo and archery), even if he hadn't
played it before. His physical attributes allowed him to more than make up
for any lack of proper training, and in phys-ed, the activities were toned
down so that everyone could participate, even those that weren't
particularly athletic.
Despite the ease of the class, Ranma wasn't bored. On the contrary, unlike
classroom work, he was very much interested in phys-ed, especially today's.
Since it was a class focusing on gymnastics, all of the girls were dressed
in tight-fitting leotards. Seeing the way the cloth fit over so snugly over
their bodies riveted his attention the way few things could. Even now some
of the girls began stretching out, striking all sorts of poses that made
Ranma drool in Pavlovian response.
Ranma's musing were interrupted as Hiroshi and Daisuke plopped down next to
him amicably. He sort of liked them and they were fast becoming friends.
They seemed to have a lot in common, especially when it came to members of
the opposite sex.
Daisuke's eyes were fastened to the group of girls. "Wow! Look at the way
they fill out those leotards."
"We've probably got the hottest class of girls around," Hiroshi agreed.
"We are definitely lucky," Ranma said.
Daisuke's eyes were practically blurs as they tried to look at every girl at
the same time. "It's amazing to see how much further they've developed since
last year."
"Especially Kozue," Hiroshi said.
Daisuke nodded, though whether it was in agreement, or because the girl in
question was jumping up and down, was difficult to say. "Yeah, she went from
a B Cup to a C, easily, and is still going. I bet she hits D by next year.
She's gotta be the hottest girl in our class."
Ranma picked out the girl they were talking about. "Ah, I don't know. Her
chest is big, but the rest of her ain't so hot. She's not in very good
shape."
Daisuke shook his head. "With tits like those, what else is there to look
at?"
It was Ranma's turn to disagree. "I ain't really fixated on a girl's chest.
I mean, I like a nice set of tits, but they don't have to be huge knockers,
and them being big doesn't make them inherently better than a girl that's a
size smaller. Just so long as they ain't training bra material. I mean, I
want something to grab onto. Outside of that, anything is okay with me."
"I agree with Ranma. Breasts aren't that important," Hiroshi seconded.
"That's because you're an ass man. I've seen the way you check out girls as
they go past," Daisuke pointed out.
Hiroshi shrugged. "Everyone has some body part they look at first. So do
girls, even if they don't like to admit it."
Daisuke poked Ranma in the ribs, "So what body part do you look at first?"
The question surprised Ranma. He had never really considered it before.
After pondering the matter, he decided. "The face."
Daisuke and Hiroshi exchanged looks of disbelief.
"Get out of here," Hiroshi said.
"Yeah, that's an answer a girl wants to hear," Daisuke teased.
Ranma didn't like the kidding and became defensive. "I didn't say that was
all I look at. I check them all the way out. It's just the first thing I
like to look at is a girl's face. Although, you can't tell how good-looking
there are until they smile. Nothing makes a girl look prettier than having a
cute smile."
Daisuke and Hiroshi laughed so hard they nearly fell over one another.
"Geez, you're really practicing your pick up lines, aren't you?" Hiroshi
guffawed.
"So which girl has the cutest smile?" Daisuke asked.
Ranma considered that. "Well, in our class, of all the girls I've seen
smile, Akane probably has the cutest one." The martial artist gained a
lascivious grin of his own. "She also has the cutest ass."
Hiroshi smiled knowingly. "Got that right. I had her picked out as the best
since she was fourteen."
"Despite my breast fetish, I am inclined to agree," Daisuke said.
The trio laughed heartily. The reaction drew attention from most of the
class.
Kozue, who had noticed most of the boys staring at her chest since she had
emerged from the girls' locker room, place her fists on her wide hips and
turned to Coach Tamiya. "Hey, Coach?"
Coach Taimya said, "Yes, Ms. Kiryuu?"
"How come we girls have to wear leotards but the guys can wear their normal
gym clothes?" Kozue asked.
Because I like staring at girls in tights, he did not say since he rather
liked his job, which entailed watching many cute high school girls in tight
gym outfits exert themselves physically. "It's a school policy." One that he
had put forward and the vice-principal had agreed to.
Kozue moved closer to the coach, defiance in every step. She paused in front
of him. "I think it's sexist," she said in open challenge, daring him to
contradict her.
The coach began to sweat. This was bad. His scheme to see attractive girls
in tights, stretching and bending their nimble bodies in sexy poses, was
coming undone. Leotards were what made gymnastics his favorite class to
teach. Swimming probably would have been his favorite, except he didn't know
how to swim, so it fell to Mrs. Ohtani to instruct the students in that
subject. He desperately tried to come up with some compelling reason why it
wasn't sexist, but nothing came to mind.
Reluctantly, he said, "You're right, Ms. Kiryuu."
"Of course she is," Akane chimed in.
Kozue smirked. "Thanks, Tendou."
"The guys should have to wear tights, too," Akane said satisfactorily.
Kozue turned on Akane. "That was not what I was getting at."
Yuka raised her hand. "I second the motion." Tights would make sizing up her
next potential boyfriend after Ranma easier.
Kozue turned in Yuka's direction. "What I meant was it's sexist for us-"
"I approve as well!" Sayuri said quickly, agreeing for the same reason Coach
Tamiya had come up with the leotard plan in the first place.
Suddenly, Ranma was among the girls as well. Gallantly, he said, "The ladies
are absolutely correct. It is sexist for us guys to not be wearing tights.
We should." Especially since he had the best body among the guys and was
proud to flaunt it.
"And I agree with the recommendation. There is little more sensual than a
man adorned in raiment that displays his manly physique, highlighting the
differences between the genders, especially that of Ranma-kun's."
Ranma nodded in appreciation of the approval. "See, even Kunou agre...
Kunou? What the heck are you doing here?!" he said to the upperclassman that
had somehow appeared next to him.
Kunou dramatically brushed back his brown locks, making many of the girls
swoon. "I heard tales of this outlandish, sexist policy regarding the
separation of required gym apparel and came to demand to the coach that he
set things right." Lightning quick, the kendoist's hand lashed out and
gently clasped Ranma's. "It is wonderful to see that our two great minds
think alike. It is as though we are already one."
A kick met Kunou's face. "Set things right my ass! You just wanna check me
out in a pair of tights!" Ranma spat.
A pommel horse landed on Ranma
"Stop picking on, Kunou-chan!" Akane demanded. A chorus of girls agreed with
her sentiment.
Kunou recovered instantly, threw the pommel horse off Ranma's body, and
embraced him. "As you can see, Ranma-kun, the female of the species truly
bears an ill temperament when regarding men. It is only another man that can
understand the hardships one such as you or I go through."
Ranma gave Kunou a body toss, sending him somersaulting through the air only
to land on his head. "Would you quit grabbing on to me, you fairy?!"
Before the fight could begin in earnest, the doors to the gymnasium were
thrown upon, sending a loud boom echoing throughout the cavernous room. All
eyes turned to locate the cause of the disturbance.
A trio of men, identical to one another, from their black suits to their
black briefcases to their black sunglasses stood in the doorway. Light
emanated from behind them, silhouetting their forms in dramatic fashion.
Everyone in the gymnasium looked at them in confusion.
Hiroshi leveled an accusatory finger at them and said in a frightened voice,
"I know who they are! My grandmother used to tell me tales of how she
belonged to a secret organization called AEGIS that fought them several
decades ago! I never believed her until now, even if she was capable of
inhuman feats of strength after she cried out 'Gate Open!' But now I know
and accept the truth. We're under attack by 'Invaders'!"
Daisuke smacked his friend in the back of the head. "Don't be ridiculous.
Haven't you read the newspapers, like 'The Star' and 'The News'? Haven't you
searched the Internet and read about the black helicopters and secret
government conspiracies? Those aren't Invaders. They're here to erase our
memory because of something we've seen we're not supposed to have seen.
They're Men In Black!"
Sayuri shook her head. "No way. They're even worse. I can tell by the shifty
look in their beady little eyes they want what's not theirs, but intend to
take it anyway. They can only be one kind of people. The lowest of the low.
The true dregs of society. Those that line their pockets in gold. They're
tax men. They're probably here to audit us!"
Kunou said, "Whatever their origin, I can make one statement that is
unequivocally true about their nature." He paused dramatically.
When the pause lasted too long, the entire class finally asked, "What is
it?"
"They have wretched taste in clothing. I mean, the triplet look is so out,
it's painful." Kunou held his fingers to his brow in obvious irritation.
2 for 9 took command of the situation. "In truth, we are none of those
things. We have come from Marz. We need your women. I shall explain now, and
get it out of the way since you undoubtedly have questions. Due to an
unfortunate genetic mishap, all Marzhans are now born male. Therefore it is
necessary to procure genetically compatible females from other planets in
order to reproduce. We have determined that the female species of human from
Earth fits the necessary genetic profile. We're going to abduct all the
females from this school, and then we'll be on our way." He paused a moment
to wait for the inevitable panic, as always happened when they announced
their intentions of species raiding.
"Aw, who's gonna believe a story like that?" Ranma said dismissively.
Hiroshi was just as incredulous. "It's a cover story. They're really
Invaders that are going to take over the Earth."
"Men in Black!"
"Taxmen!"
"Enough!" 2 for 9 shouted. To his partners, he said, "Set up the mass
transit device. We'll show them. Once they're captive on our ship, they'll
have to believe us."
Boner and Spike began moving away from 2 for 9, each walking along in an arc
in opposite directions. The pair had gone about two thirds of a circle apart
from their leader before stopping, each one exactly the same distance apart
from the others. Satisfied they were positioned correctly, they sat their
black briefcases down on the ground, standing upright. Once their hands left
the handles, the briefcases opened up of their own accord. The sides fell
away to reveal a mass of sophisticated electronic devices whose technology
was hundreds of years beyond that of Earth's. Again, acting on their own the
contents unfolded themselves, spreading out far beyond the edges of the
cases they had been confined within. Arrays rose from the masses of machine
parts, pointing outward and upward in a bizarre, technological parody of a
flower blossoming.
"Umm, maybe these guys are for real," Akane worriedly suggested.
Ranma raised his arm to the sky and struck out with his fist. "Then it's up
to me to stop them!"
In an instant, Kunou was next to him, bokken at the ready. "And I shall be
fighting at your side as we strive to protect those unable to defend
themselves, as befits those of our nobility. We will be an unstoppable
force, synchronized in perfect harmony with one another on both the
battlefield of the body as well as the spirit."
"Quit making it sound like we're going out on a date and fight!" Ranma
snapped. "I'll take the guy on the right. You take the one on the left.
Whoever finishes their opponent first gets rid of the last one."
"My foe shall fall like wheat before the scythe, my shining warrior of
virtue." Kunou drew back his bokken and rushed to the attack.
"I'm gonna kill that weirdo when this is over," Ranma muttered under his
breath as he went after his own target.
Before Ranma had closed half the distance to his foe, Spike pulled a gun
from an interior jacket pocket and aimed it in the martial artist's
direction.
Ranma smiled inwardly. He knew how to deal with opponents using guns. All he
had to do was make sure he wasn't where the barrel was pointed. He focused
his concentration on where the alien was aiming, but much to his surprise,
the barrel was not pointed at himself, but rather at the floor in front of
him. The weapon didn't change its target as the alien shot at the floor.
"You Marzhan guys sure are crappy shots," Ranma taunted as a black sphere
hit the floor a full meter in front of him.
However, as the shell impacted on the floor, it did not go through the wood.
Rather it burst like a giant bubble, throwing an impossibly large quantity
of a thick-looking black, liquid substance in a wide circle, creating a
puddle of it directly in front of Ranma.
Before he could react, Ranma stepped in the puddle. Instantly, his feet
stuck to the substance like it was a combination of resin and tar, with some
glue thrown in for good measure.
"Threat has been neutralized," Spike said in a calm voice. He then made a
'V' for victory sign and shouted, "Boy, can I kick ass!"
"I shall free you in a moment, Ranma-kun!" Kunou called out. He silently
vowed to dispatch his opponent efficiently, rather than showing off his
fighting prowess to impress Ranma, like he had originally planned.
Boner pulled a small, jet black, metal sphere from his jacket that fit in
the palm of his hand. He held it out in front of him and took no other
action.
A smile spread across Kunou's face. The fool had thought his bokken was only
effective at close quarters. The kendoist promised to show him otherwise as
he drew back his weapon and unleashed a hard air strike.
The attack was true as it flew through the air and headed directly for
Boner. However, as it was about to strike him, the wind shear seemed to hit
an invisible wall, one made of rubber, as the attack not only failed to
connect with the alien, but bounced away and returned to its master.
Kunou was caught off-guard by the reflection, and suffered the full force of
his own attack. His body was sent sailing through the air until he landed
hard on the floor several feet away.
"Neutralized with an even more minimal amount of fuss," Boner bragged.
2 For 9 nodded in approval of his subordinates' actions. "Excellent. With
the primary attackers dealt with, the rest of these Earthlings will cower
before our obvious might." He turned to observed the terror the rest of the
crowd would be in.
Instead, all of the females turned a lethal gaze upon both he and his
companions, one full of such savagery that even a rabid beast insane with
hunger would have paled before it.
Akane shouted, "He nearly killed poor Kunou-chan! Tear them limb from limb!"
She led the crowd of crazed women right at the nearest target of their ire:
2 for 9 himself.
He nearly fumbled the purple and pink striped rod he pulled from his jacket.
He aimed it directly in front of the girls and pushed the stud near the
back. A slender beam of white energy shot out and struck the ground right in
front of Akane. A two meter area of the floor in front of them disappeared.
2 for 9 aimed it at the girls. "All right, you inferior primitives, listen
up! This..." he held the slender rod for all of them to see. "Is my
Disintegrate Stick! With it, I can dissolve the cohesion between molecules.
Any molecules. So if you try getting out of line again, what happened to the
floor will happen to you." He saw his threat had the desired effect of
making the group cringe.
Boner spoke up. "Um, sir. Your Disintegrate Stick only has a one shot firing
capacity. It'll take you an hour to recharge it, and even then you have to
do it on the ship."
2 for 9 slapped a palm to his forehead. "You idiot! These backwater aliens
wouldn't have the faintest idea of that!"
"Oh, that's a relief," Boner sighed.
"But they do now since you JUST TOLD THEM!" 2 for 9 panicked as the girls
had run around the hole and had nearly closed the entire distance to him. He
ineffectually hit the stud on his depleted weapon again and again in the
vain hope that there was enough energy left to save him.
Just as the group was about to fall upon him, a featureless white box landed
at his feet. It emitted a low wail, and instantly the group of girls cried
out, holding their heads in pain. Slowly, they feel to their knees, then
slumped to the floor. They went from writing in pain to going limp. A second
later, the wails from the box ceased and the room went silent.
Spike smiled at his leader. "Now who's the best?"
"What did you do to them?" 2 for 9's brow was creased in worry. "These were
part of the lot we need to take back with us."
"Relax," Spike soothed. "It was just a Neuralizer. I recently purchased it.
It works on interfering with brain wave activity. It'll just put anyone
within four meters to sleep for a short while."
"Then they'll still be functional for reproduction?"
The suggestion offended Spike. "I know my job. We can have them knocked up
at any time."
As the exchange continued, Ranma, who had been just outside the radius of
the Neuralizer, became enraged. Seeing the girls go down at the hands of
those alien bastards was more than he could bear. He would save those girls
from the dire fate the Marzhans had planned for them no matter what!
Ranma pulled desperately at his legs, which refused to detach themselves
from the sticky substance that pinned him so effectively to the floor. None
of the other guys were making a move to help the girls, too frightened at
what happened before. In a way Ranma couldn't blame them. While not trying
to help was cowardly, if someone of Ranma's prowess could be taken out by
the aliens, the rest of the guys in the class wouldn't stand a chance.
"Ranma!" Kunou cried out.
Unable to turn, the martial artist was forced to pivot in anger at the
unwanted interruption to his rescue plans. "I don't have time for none of
your-" Ranma stopped as he saw Kunou draw back his bokken and unleash a
windshear in his direction. Helplessly pinned to the ground, the attack was
sure to be fatal. For perhaps the first time in his life, Ranma was
helpless. An eerie calm seemed to settle over him as the attack headed
toward him. Maybe he shouldn't have called the bokken wielding twit a fairy
after all.
The attack cut through the flooring, rather than flesh, striking at Ranma's
feet. It sheared both the wood and bizarre tar-like substance and part of
the basement below the gymnasium.
Ranma grinned. Maybe Kunou wasn't a total waste. "Right." With the floor
weakened, he tensed up his legs and hurled himself upward with all his
strength. For a moment, Ranma thought he would remain held fast. Then there
was a creaking, then snapping of wood as the part that remained clinging to
his legs ripped upward. Ranma was hurled up in the air, his balance slightly
off with a large semicircle of jagged flooring still attached to him. Using
his impressive aerial skills, he adjusted his leap and aimed right for his
intended target.
Spike was too awed at the spectacle to react as the huge circle of wood
shattered upon impacting with his head, burying him under the kindling it
had been rendered into.
Much to Ranma's delight, his legs were freed with the breaking of the wood.
True, he had lost his shoes and his pants had torn somewhere above his
knees, but he was liberated from the trap the alien had used to ensnare him.
Ranma noticed Kunou had fully recovered and was facing off against his
former opponent. Boner kept the reflecting sphere between him and the
kendoist, but made no offensive moves. It was a stalemate that was up to
Ranma to break.
Sensing something unusual about the way Boner was standing, Ranma ran around
until he was heading directly towards the alien's back.
Having spotted Ranma's move out of the corner of his eye, Boner was
obviously torn between pointing the sphere in the newcomer's direction and
leaving it right where it was. "I need help, Sir!" he cried out to his
superior.
2 for 9 pulled out what appeared to be a gun of some kind. He aimed it at
Ranma and wasted no time in firing. The weapon emitted a pencil thin,
bluish-colored beam.
Ranma refused to allow the attack to distract him from his target and plan
of attack. He flowed through the air like water, leaping and rolling with an
ease and grace that would have insured him an 'A' ten times over for his
gymnastics class. The stray shots struck the ground and walls of the gym,
but had no visible effect on anything they touched.
Boner gave out one brief cry before Ranma punched him in the gut, doubling
him over and making him release the sphere. It bounced like a rubber ball,
despite the metallic sound it made when hitting the wood. Kunou was quick to
take the initiative and thrust his bokken onto the top of Boner's head,
dropping his foe to the ground.
Kunou posed gracefully. "In perfect harmony, we-"
"We still got one more to take out," Ranma warned.
"He is but one to our two, and we have already dispatched his comrades. He
will be little more than a momentary distraction," Kunou boasted.
Not bothering with a speech, 2 for 9 simply opted to shoot several times in
the pair's direction. Ranma dodged the four blasts aimed at him. Of the
three aimed at Kunou, one was off target, he side stepped the second, and
brought his sword up to deflect the final shot. However, rather than
deflecting the bolt harmlessly away, the beam went through the bokken, only
stopping once it struck the kendoist in the shoulder. Immediately the weapon
fell from nerveless fingers and Kunou's arm dangled uselessly at his side.
"Ranma, beware! His weapon has the ability to fire through non-living matter
and paralyze what he shoots."
2 for 9 laughed. "You'll never get close enough to attack me. No matter how
quick you are, I'm too fast and accurate to be dodged at point blank range.
Ranma considered the statement, which was as much a boast, seriously. There
was a real chance the alien was telling the truth. Most of his shots were
already coming close, and there was still a lot of ground to cover before
Ranma could draw close enough to kick the would-be abductor's sorry behind.
Ranma was considering trying his luck with a frontal assault anyway when the
perfect solution to the problem came to him. He turned to Kunou. "I need
your help."
The kendoist stared lovingly into his eyes. "Anything for you, my tiger of
courage."
"Great!" Ranma embraced Kunou, lifting him up in a bear hug.
"Oh, Ranma-kun," the kendoist cooed. "I knew you could not resist my manly
charms."
Ranma then thrust Kunou in front of him and charged toward 2 For 9. Ten
times the alien fired his gun, each shot hitting a different part of Kunou,
but his body stopped every shot and prevented anything from hitting Ranma.
"This is bad," was all 2 For 9 could say before Kunou's limp body was
slammed into him, knocking the alien to the ground, senseless.
Having laid his opponent low, Ranma dropped his human shield and stood
triumphantly over the fallen alien. To the fallen kendoist, he said,
"Thanks. Couldn't have done that without you. I guess we do work well as a
team."
Kunou lay there limply; a marionette whose strings had been severed. He
couldn't even speak, his jaw slack from being struck in the mouth by one of
the blasts. Only his eyes moved, and they stared imploringly at his
'partner'.
Ranma was about to walk over to check on the girls when he heard a scuffing
noise. He turned to see that the alien who had lobbed the tar bomb at him
had crawled along his stomach until he was next to the one Kunou had fought.
The pair lay there, too weakened to stand up.
"It's time to use our final and most potent attack," Spike gasped to his
comrade. "Initiate the Omega Hellion Device."
Ranma felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't himself he was concerned
about, it was those that lay helpless around him, even the somewhat useful,
though usually annoying, Kunou. Any device that had a name like that was
sure to take out not only them, but the entire school. "Don't do it!" he
cried out.
Wordlessly, Boner stuck out his index finger and pointed it in Ranma's
direction. "Device armed."
"Noooo!" Ranma wailed as he ran like never before, praying he could reach
them in time but knowing it was impossible.
Boner's eyes widened as Ranma was nearly upon him. "Quick, pull my finger!"
Spike did so.
There was a loud, hissing sound from Boner's rear end.
Ranma came to a dead stop right in front of the pair, leg tensed up as he
was about to kick the prone Spike in the head. "You've got to be kidding me.
Your ultimate attack is a fart?"
"Ha! Spike glared at Ranma in triumph. "Now you and your annoying friends
will be subdued, and we will succeed in our mission."
Ranma shook his head in disbelief. "I feel so cheated. Here I was thinking
you and your buddy were going to blow yourselves up, and kill everyone, but
all you did farted. I mean, it was rude, but nothing to get excited about. I
should kick your butts just for... getting me... so... worked... up?"
Ranma found the room spinning. Suddenly, the floor seemed to pull at him
with some strange force, and he fell to it, unable to move.
The rest of the men in the gym, who had been standing around, torn between
wanting to see the situation resolved, helping, or escaping, had their
decision taken from them as they too slumped to the ground motionless.
After several moments, the pair of aliens summoned enough strength to rise
to their feet. Their commander also found the energy to move again, and
trudged his way to his comrades.
"These humans have proven far more annoying than we anticipated," 2 For 9
grudgingly admitted.
"But in the end, we were able to kick their asses," Spike boasted.
"With our asses," Boner pointed out.
With the opposition dealt with, 2 For 9 turned his attention to the mass
transit system that lay on the floor. "I can see the system hasn't powered
up properly. We'll have to adjust it manually. And make sure it locks on to
the double 'X' chromosomes. I don't want a repeat of Lashagua."
"Oh, quit whining. All that happened was that I got one little switch
reversed. It was no big deal," Boner complained.
"Dealing with five hundred angry men that are each strong enough to lift
five tons is a big deal!" 2 For 9 snapped. Wanting to end things quickly,
and to make sure the settings were correct, he started to walk over to the
nearest unit when he felt something latch onto his ankle and prevented him
from moving. He looked down to see what the nature of the obstruction was.
"Not you again!"
Ranma stared up at him, unable to do more than attach his hand to the
alien's ankle. "Not... gonna... let...."
2 For 9 stared down at him in disgust. "I don't have time to listen to you
rail ineffectively. Dispose of him," he ordered the other two.
Boner and Spike pried Ranma's hand off their leader's appendage and picked
the martial artist up by his arms and legs. They began swinging his limp
body back and forth, building up momentum with each swing.
In unison they counted, "One...two... three!" and hurled him hard through
the doors they had entered and sent him outside the building.
The aliens had proven stronger than Ranma would have guessed as they not
only tossed him clear of the doors, but well outside into the school yard
where he landed hard on the concrete of one of the paths leading to the gym.
Where the landing might have rendered another insensate, years of training
under his father had given Ranma a far greater resilience than most. Despite
being glued, gassed and beaten, he was still conscious and clear headed
enough to remember what he had to do: rescue the girls from the evil aliens'
clutches. Having only enough strength to crawl, he started to do so, the
meters seeming to stretch into miles with how groggy and weak the ordeal had
left him.
Being away from the gas and receiving a healthy dose of sunlight and fresh
air helped breathe new life into Ranma. He had recovered enough strength to
rise and began a slow, steady walk toward the gymnasium. By his estimation,
at the rate his power was returning, by the time he returned, he would have
enough strength to finish his foes off once and for all.
Ranma was still fantasizing about his revenge when a sudden cone of light
shot up through the roof and into the sky, mysteriously stopping a quarter
of a kilometer up. The reason for the beam's bizarre reaction became
apparent as a saucer shaped ship, nearly a kilometer across, suddenly
appeared, as if it had been there the entire time.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ranma saw several of the female students
walking across the school yard, stare at each other in surprise, then vanish
in a twinkling of lights. The men that were visible, including Ranma,
remained unaffected.
"No! I'm too late!" Ranma cursed. He might have been a kick ass martial
artist, but he sure as hell couldn't fly. With the girls trapped on board,
there was no way he could get up there to save them or bring the craft down
and beat the aliens up. Ranma cursed himself for being too weak to stop
those bastards from kidnapping Akane and her poor classmates. His failure
meant they'd be dragged off as breeding stock for those alien jerks. He'd
kick those aliens' butts, if only he could make them come back down, or make
them take him up. But there was no chance of that. They made it clear they
only wanted...
"Oh, right." Ranma hurried off.
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