[Episode 150558] [Episode 150558]Mornings were her least favorite part of the day; not only because she had to be awake and hurry to someone else's schedule when she'd prefer to sleep later, but also because she had to deal with the stupidest subset of her school when they were behaving their worst. I.e. the pervert boys and their certifiable leader.
She was psyching herself up for the inevitable conflict as she charged through the school gates when she stopped in disbelief. The entire horde was there, with their equipment and they're costumes, but none of them were attacking. They all had wide, contented smiles on their faces.
And every one of them had a fish sticking out of their flies.
Judging by the occasional movements of the fishes' tails they were still alive, but they seemed to be in no distress. They were just suspended mostly rigidly horizontally out of the boys' trousers, with their tails sticking out over a foot, and their heads disappearing into the pants
"You know, since I found my koi, I don't feel the need to fight to date Akane. I mean, sure, I'd still like to date her, but it doesn't seem worth fighting her for. Hey, Jiro, what type of fish have you got?"
"I'm in my happy plaice."
"What do you have?"
"An eelsucker. You?"
"A blow fish."
"Aren't those poisonous, man?"
"Only the liver and ovaries. But you can't beat the mouth of a blowfish. Everyone agrees they're great eating."
"I've got a wide-mouthed bass."
"You're not confessing, you're bragging."
A girl asked, "What's holding their fishes up horizontally?"
"Their Master's bait!"
Just then, Kuno appeared, with a nine foot tuna suspended in front of him; supported on a mobile tea trolley."
Unfortunately, as he started his speech about Akane, he had gesticulated too wildly, and the tuna tumbled off of the trolley. It slid off of the support that was holding it jutting out of Kuno's trousers, exposing it to the school. It was another fish. This one was the same size as his classmate's or maybe a little smaller.
Someone in the back called out, "Is that a flounder? Or a fluke?"
"Trust me, it's a fluke."
Meanwhile Kuno was beseeching the heavens, "Oh, how ignomious that it has been exposed that mine is only a little larger than my classmates," he lied, "Surely someone of my stature should have been blessed with one twice as large!"
Unfortunately all of his waving of his sword in what he thought was dramatic poses, dislodged his fluke, which slipped off with a pop exposing... another fish.
This one was an anchovy, no larger than Akane's pinky. Silence swept the courtyard as everyone tried to grasp how small it was, and how much tinier its support must be.
"Told ya it was a fluke!"
With a despairing cry, and no true modesty, Kuno dropped his bokken, covered his petite privates and ran into the school screaming.
Seeing as how the boys were making no move to attack, Akane went over to talk to her friends, only to notice that she was the only one wearing a skirt. Every other girl was either wearing a male uniform or casual jeans or slacks. And unlike the boys, all of the girls had their pant's flies closed.
"What's going on?" Akane questioned her best friend.
"The boy's are fly fishing. All except Ranma. Hey, Ranma, don't you have a fish?"
"Sure, but I left it at home. I don't need to go around wearing it constantly. I can use it in private if I need it."
"But why are you all wearing pants instead of skirts?"
Everyone looked at Akane, amazed at her cluelessness; trying to work out if Akane was making a joke, or somehow really didn't know something so obvious. "To make it harder for them to escape, of course!"
"For what to escape?"
"Our one-eyed trouser snakes!"
"Surely you know they're always plotting to get into the pants of the opposite gender! Luckily they only have one eye and no memory, so they're not very smart. They're liable to do the exact same thing even if last time it lead to grief. And they're never satisfied with what they've got. They're always going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and ..."
"I get the picture!"
"Since I got 'Large Richard', I don't feel nearly so annoyed about the guys being immature jerks. Sure, I'd like to go on dates with a nice boy, but in the mean time Richard keeps me satisfied."
"I named mine 'Studious Kingsley', or 'King Stud' for short."
"I call mine 'Spotted Dick' because of the pattern of its scales, and it reminds me somehow of a western desert I once had."
"I call mine 'Knickerless Parsons' because of the way he hums 'Oh come; let us adore him.' His whole body vibrates when he does that!"
When class started, the teacher finished taking attendance, and spotted Akane was wearing a skirt. "Akane, where's your trouser snake?"
"I don't have one!" If this had been a male teacher she'd have clobbered him, regardless of his job."
"The school insists everybody get a trouser snake. It decreases violent tendencies when everybody has access to them. Apparently if we want a calm population we need to encourage palm copulation. Since this program saves the school a lot of money, we provide free trouser snakes to anyone who doesn't have one. So here's your new pet. His name is Willy."
"I don't want it!"
"You have to have one. If you don't want Willy, I can call the vice principal; he has one named John Thomas."
"Fine!"
Akane took the proffered snake, and shoved it into her book bag and buckled it shut.
Meanwhile, as class progressed, Willy discovered that the lid of Akane's book bag was designed for holding paper and books; it was completely ineffectual at stopping anything mobile. The lid was merely a cloth flap that could be latched over the opening. It was flexible, and allowed Willy to crawl out and climb the leg of Akane's chair, crawling towards its target.
All of a sudden, Akane screamed, and leaped out of her chair with her arms flailing.
One girl shouted "Snake panty-raid!" Another yelled, "Ranma! Don't let her hurt herself flailing around like that!"
Akane's arms were flailing, and her stance was unsteady, stumbling about, when Ranma leapt over to her, slid his arms under hers, and held her close in a strong hug. His firm, yet gentile grasp of her shoulder blades meant her chest was pressed securely against his, but not so tight that she felt crushed.
Akane found most of her weight supported by Ranma. Since he was taller, and his arms were beneath hers, she found herself lightly standing on the balls of her feet.
With Ranma's body in the way, Akane couldn't bring her arms close enough to hurt herself; but she could also not use them to rid herself of the intruder that was now securely held to her by the waistband of her panties.
Had she been calm, she could have easily explained her problem, but her wordless screaming, and the assumption that the reason for her distress was obvious, left her inarticulate. Her female classmates misunderstood, "Ranma! Stop her from screaming. She'll be embarrassed later if she's the center of attention over something like this."
"How?"
"Kiss her, don't be a fool!"
So Ranma, on the order of the female classmates, who weren't perverts like Akane's male classmates, gave Akane a chaste, almost brotherly peck on the lips, and held his mouth pressed against hers.
It was a dry, close-mouthed kiss, with the lips held rigidly in place, and devoid of any expressive feeling. But it was somewhat effective in muffling Akane's inarticulate bellow. But for some reason a brotherly kiss by Ranma while the snake in her panties slid back and forth along the channel of her vagina was not sufficient to make her stop screaming.
She twisted her head, and forced her mouth open to break away from Ranma's blockage, while taking a deep breath through her nose, intending to release a howl that would deafen the room, express her displeasure, and hopefully tip someone off to remove the snake.
But when she moved her head, Ranma moved with her. And when she forced her lips apart, she forced Ranma's lips apart as well. At the same time, Willy forced her other lips apart.
So instead of screaming, she'd locked lips with Ranma with their mouths open, and thrust her tongue into Ranma's mouth in what must have seemed a passionate manner as Ranma responded in equal fervor.
His arms began to caress her back as Willie reversed direction. With Willie's body sliding along the channel between her outer lips, it didn't matter if he was sliding in or out of her, any movement had him sliding across her clitoris.
So Ranma was passionately kissing her, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, having innocently misunderstood Akane and following the advice of her classmates. Akane was struck with a dilemma, since this wasn't a perverted boy forcing himself on her. It was her friend's fault for forcing him to kiss her.
This had her mind running in loops. How do I stop this? Bite his tongue; knee him in the groin. That's cruel; it's not his fault. How do I stop this?
Akane was too distracted by the wonderful sensations to count the repetitions of Willie's thrusting as a non-perverted boy gave her by far the most passionate kiss of her life. This left her unable to do anything useful while both her sets of lips were plundered.
Suddenly her thought loop skipped into a new groove, and her arms clasped Ranma to her. One of her legs rose and wrapped herself around Ranma, and he was no longer misunderstanding her intentions. There was nothing wrong with kissing a non-perverted boy. It was just co-incidence that he was kissing her while her trouser snake was pounding away at her. God, this felt great.
When Akane climaxed, her entire body went rigid, followed by all her energy and stress flooding out of her system, leaving her limp as a dishrag in Ranma's comforting arms.
But no one told Ranma that this was the cue for the kissing to stop. Akane's body language had flip-flopped several times already for reasons beyond his comprehension. When in doubt, he kept doing what had been working.
Akane's wordless hints were unregarded, leaving her nothing to do besides kiss him back.
And no one did anything to stop Willie.
Which did worry Akane, as her orgasm had left her feeling incredibly sensitive. If it were up to her she'd have stopped to enjoy the afterglow, but as it was, everything felt so much stronger, both in her breasts, but especially her crotch, and she felt like she might not survive a second orgasm.
Especially as this one seemed to build, like a wave away from shore. Building itself up by drawing water away from shore to make the effect of the wave more extreme.
Her enthusiasm for the kiss had returned, but her worry grew. The last time her privates felt this good, she orgasmed, yet it was still building. Surely all orgasms were similar.
Suddenly it was upon her and she screamed in pleasure around Ranma's tongue in her mouth as her orgasm seemed to roll out over several seconds, with aftershocks keeping it going.
Akane spent the rest of the night hardly moving. Normally when she slept she would toss and turn, but tonight she spent lying on her stomach, her breasts pressed into the mattress, with her left thumb in her mouth simulating a tongue, and her right index finger between her other lips. And a smile on her face.
Besides, with Ranma's nascent shape-changing, she's guaranteed being filled to satisfaction. If I know what's good for me, Ukyou gets a shared dream with Ranma where he takes her to heaven and back.
Since Nodoka isn't attracted to girls, and is doing this as a "favor" to Ukyou Nodoka remained dressed and devoted her entire attention to her guest. A pity Ukyou couldn't explain things to her host when Nodoka's ministrations brought her back to consciousness; after all, Nodoka had brought out all her toys, and Ukyou couldn't talk around the gel dildo in her mouth.
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