Ryoga's style was being offensive. He did a lot of lashing out. Ranma's was Kempo. He waited on his seat on the log, his only action was shedding his Chinese shirt. Confident he wouldn't be becoming a girl again, he had left his undershirt at home.
As the powerful, little fist made for his face, Ranma went over backwards.
"Ha! I made Ranma fall!"
But the more disciplined martial artist had been bringing his legs up. He caught the bandanna girl by her flared, female hips.
"Aa!" the surprised Ryoga cried like a girl. Ranma's insteps got under her buttocks and hefted them and, with the hip action, took her off her feet.
"Ranma! Is this an worthy way to fight!?!" She brought her fist down towards her foe, using the momentum of her fall toward the cad for added impact.
But impact required contact. Ranma used the force to direct the wrist away to the side. The arm-length removed, Ryoga's topless boobs landed on the pigtailed boy's muscular pecs. Which he flexed, feeling the firm, jiggly masses of flesh up.
While his feet played with her butt.
"RANMA! There are things that shouldn't be involved in a fight!" Defending her honor now more important than support, she pushed her free hand from the ground and at her molester.
But the boy who'd tossed most of his feminine-side away gained control of that arm, too. He used it to lower her lips towards his.
"You said you wouldn't ravish me!!" she screamed in his face.
"THIS isn't ravishin'!" He flipped her over in an instant so that he was on top of her. "This is ravishin'."
Ryoga cringe beneath the stronger person. She twisted her head away, squeezing her eyes shut, yelling, "Ranma, I'm a virgin!!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
The teenage girl steeled herself for her deflowering. It would be by a guy; her worst enemy; and the closest thing she had ever had to a real friend. She sobbed.
Yet, even before she had started crying, the rough, male hands had already left her body.
"Hey, Ryoga, that was some of that payback I was tellin' you about."
Ryoga almost opened her eyes. "You're not going to...." She realized that a part of her had been primed for it. Those parts of her alien body were almost disappointed. When she did look, she saw that his shirtless rival was back sitting on the log.
"I'm gonna. As a guy-guy: I hafta. But I ain't gonna fight you for it. Not you, Ryoga." Ranma realized that that was why he could be more-or-less calm around this killer, naked bod. Their screwed up relationship didn't allow him to screw with her just to screw her. "Maybe some of the others, old pal. But not you."
(Posted Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:20)
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