Struggling was something that he was used to, and had this been any other time with him being stuck in a cage, he would have simply continued to push hard to try and free himself. No matter if he was facing a giant of a brute, he wasn't about to walk away from a fight. Embarrassment could simply be dealt with most of the time, as he could bluster his way through that sort of thing.
But right now, he was facing one of his greatest weaknesses. Be it a cute girl's body, feminine clothing, or even just pictures of an erotic sort, he tended to fold, and did so rather easily. He just couldn't handle that sort of stuff, and had never been all that able to endure enough intimacy to get a handle on how he might have to deal with such things.
As he paced the pen that was his cage, he tried to figure out how exactly it was that he should get out of this. What he had to deal with was more than simply busting down some fences. With every step that he took, he could see the bounce and sway of cleavage, and was perfectly aware that he couldn't escape it. Simply looking down made his nose hurt, as he could see the fullness waiting there, and knew that lower was an absence that he would have just lamented on its own. In its place was a new feeling that he knew had no place being on his body, but there it was even then. Softness had replaced that which was firm, and he was too close to those bits to ignore their presence to ignore them.
That was because they were on her body, and she couldn't escape what she had become. Despite any wish that she might have had, there didn't seem to be any return to the hard bodied young man that she had been. Oh, that wasn't to say that she was 'ugly' by any means, but that made it worse. As her thighs rubbed together with her movements, and her full breasts rose and fell as she breathed, she was constantly touching feminine flesh. In a body that was solidly built, rather than the stick figures of the runways, she was perfectly aware that this was a body that was easy to think dirty thoughts about it.
As she blindly stumbled on her walk, Ryoga didn't even want to acknowledge that her body was steeped in sexuality. To do so would admit recognition of the ache in her chest that begged for touch, and the temptation of the new femininity between her legs. Perhaps it had come from that stuff they had done to her after the change, as she hadn't felt like this when she had come out of that water, but it really didn't matter.
All of this just left her with nothing more than an ache inside of her that even their yelling couldn't make her stop. Tears of frustration shimmered in her eyes as she recognized that not only had her body been violated, but it was begging for other violations. Her mind shrank away from such considerations, but she couldn't ignore it. On and on she stumbled, her wish to outrun her need going unheeded, as it was attached to her as totally as she could be. It would be so easy to give in to the lethargy pulling at her, the desire to nothing more than relax and enjoy what was going on, and she was aware of that. Doing so would let her dismiss her worries and concerns, and give her peace of mind. Yet, she couldn't do that, because to do so would be to surrender her masculinity, which she wanted to be the boy that she had been.
Perhaps if she could find Ranma, then he could do something about this. Having to rely on the pigtailed boy would rankle, but he didn't know anyone else around here. Out of everyone in this nation, that guy was the sole person that she really knew, and that made him the only one that Ryoga could trust. Thinking about it, she knew that he was likely someone that she knew could give her what she needed. Despite the distaste that she might have for accepting his assistance, the appeal of having him support and help her in this moment of need was enough to make her knees go weak. Desperation drove her movements, and she wanted nothing more than to get free from the burden of tension that kept on twisting her insides up into knots.
Almost crashing through the bushes around her, she thudded through the forest, nearly whimpering with a mix of need and frustration as wondered how harsh her life could have gotten that she was contemplating going to Saotome for aid in getting free of all this.
Had she recognized that she had wandered her way back out of the compound, she might have been able to take a little comfort in regards to that, while:
(Posted Wed, 08 Jul 2009 06:11)
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