Master and Student Pills, Part 1

Stealthily, the old man crept into the guest room of the Tendo dojo, approaching the futon on which the young man with the pigtail lay sleeping. “Soon, you ungrateful child,” he muttered quietly, “soon you will learn your place. How dare you leave me to be thrashed by those beautiful ladies, merely for doing them the honor of taking their underwear?”

He pulled out the pill intended for the student. Holding Ranma's nose and forcing his mouth to open, Happosai tossed the pill down his gullet. He chortled quietly as the boy swallowed, certain that he would soon be the old man's obedient servant.

“And now,” Happosai proclaimed quietly, “to take the master's pill myself.” He pulled out the other pill and prepared to pop it into his mouth, then pulled it back and looked more closely. “But ... but this pill is white,” he stated in confusion while scratching his head. Then he looked back down at the boy. “But then the red master's pill ... oops. Crap.”

Just then a shadowy figure paused in the doorway, on it way back from the bathroom. “Happosai?” she asked tentatively. Then more firmly, “What are you doing?”

“Ah, Akane-chan,” he said happily. “I was just leaving. Here, I won't be needing this.” He flicked the white pill with his thumb, and it shot straight into the girl's mouth. He then hopped out the window and made his escape.

“What ...?” Akane started to ask as she felt something slide down her throat. “What was ... eep!” Suddenly she skidded across the floor, and collapsed right on top of Ranma, knocking the breath out of herself.

Ranma woke, startled, before realizing someone was atop him. “Dammit Ryoga, how many times ...” At that point, he realized that a soft pair of breasts were pressing against his chest. He sighed. “Shampoo, for the last time ...”

At that point the girl raised her head to look into his face, and he choked. “Akane ...?”

“It's ... not what you think!” The first word was shouted, but the rest came out in a hissed whisper, fearful of waking the panda sleeping nearby while in such a compromising position. She pressed her hands to the futon and shoved up, lifting her body, only for Ranma to lift up underneath her, continuing to press himself against her body.

“Hey! Let me go, pervert!” she cried.

“I ain't holding you,” he protested. “You let me go!”

“I'm trying!” Akane was pushing on Ranma as hard as she could. Ranma pushed back against her, but with no better luck.

“Growf!” The panda bear held up a sign saying, “Can't you two wait until morning?”

“It's dawn now,” Ranma pointed out, glancing at the light outside the window creeping across the sky. “And we can't help making a fuss! For some reason, we're stuck together.” He was feeling quite flustered about the way Akane's chest was pressed against his, and the way that his groin was pressed against hers.

Akane, feeling something hard and rigid pressed against her pubic mound, was puzzled for a moment. Then she realized what it was, screeched “Gaaah!” and leaped backward three meters, slamming her back against the wall. Unfortunately, Ranma went with her, ending up still pressed against her front and with his problem, if anything, even bigger and harder.

The panda whuffed and picked up the kettle which was sitting on a hot plate. Pouring the water over himself, he changed back into the human form of Ranma's father. Looking down at the floor, Genma asked, “What's this?” He bent over and picked up a piece of paper.

“What's what?” Ranma asked, turning around and putting Akane's back to his pop.

Genma adjusted his glasses on his nose and read, “The master and student pills. They cause an ungrateful student to become joined to his master, and thus forced to serve him. When swallowed together, a powerful magnetic force binds the two together. That's all it says, other than the fact that the master's pill is red and the student's pill is white.”

Akane couldn't help but wonder aloud, “So who got which?”

Genma shrugged and said, “Stick out your tongues.” Flicking the light switch on, he examined them closely and informed them, “Ranma's tongue is coated red, and Akane's is coated white.”

“Naturally I'm the master,” Ranma responded cockily.

Akane tried to kick him, but because of the awkward position only managed to cause them both to fall down. At least she fell on top, instead of having Ranma land on her.

“How do we get apart?” Akane demanded hotly.

Genma turned the paper over to look at the back. “It doesn't say,” he told them, unable to hide a smirk at the thought of the pair being forced into a little togetherness. Still, they'd need to get unstuck eventually. “I'll consult with your father. Maybe we can find something in one of the dojo's older scrolls.”

His father left the room. After a moment, Ranma spoke up and said, “Akane? I need to use the potty.”

“Hold it!” she growled.

“Oi!” he replied. After a moment he added, “Doubt that I'll be able to, for too long.”

Akane growled again, only without words this time. Luckily she had relieved her own bladder just before this mess began. Unfortunately, that wasn't any particular help where Ranma was concerned. And probably wasn't going to save her in another few hours. But what could they do about it? Aside from the obvious, which was unthinkable.

Of course, if it was unthinkable, then why did she now find herself thinking about it?

“We need to see if we can change position,” Akane declared. “Do we have to stand front to front? Can we separate enough so that we're only attached hand to hand? Let's try.”

“Okay.” Ranma shrugged. They tried to slide to the side in opposite directions. It wouldn't work though. Even pressing most of their arms against each other, they couldn't pry their torsos apart. After some more contortions, they ended up with Akane's back pressed against Ranma's front.

Akane quickly realized this was no improvement, as she felt his stiff manhood wedge between her ass cheeks, pressing through his boxer shorts and her pajama bottoms. In a breathy voice, she suggested, “Can you try to turn your back to mine?”.

“I'll try,” he answered. He struggled, squirmed and twisted, making Akane gasp more than once as the solid pole pressed against her ass. Finally he gave up and said, “No can do.”

“Well I managed,” she told him, struggling to keep her voice level. “Hang on. Let me see if I can turn around again.” With a little effort, she once more had her not really all that small chest pressed against his considerably more solid masculine chest. And once more that - hell, it felt like it must be as thick as a log - was pressed against her down there.

“Umm, not sure I can hold it too much longer.” His voice was apologetic.

Akane blanched at the thought of the result if he had an accident considering how he was currently pointing. “I was able to get my back to you. See if you can turn so your back is to me.”

Ranma nodded, squirmed some more, and managed to turn around. He sighed in relief as some of the pressure was removed from his prick. Although he was quite well aware of Akane's soft mounds pressed into his back.

“Let me try to turn again,” Akane said. But no amount of twisting and tugging would let her achieve this goal. With a grunt she finally gave up. “Looks like at least one of us has to have our front pressed into the other.”

“Akaneee,” Ranma drawled with a note of desperation. “I really gotta.”

Akane choked on a small whimper. It was obviously going to happen, and she was just as obviously going to have to be with him when it did. At least he was facing the other way now. And if it was going to happen, then the bathroom was much better than the guest room or anywhere else.

“Okay,” she said, in little more than a whisper. “We don't seem to have a choice. Head to the bathroom.”

Ranma trotted off rapidly, and Akane found herself dragged along, her feet barely touching the floor. They entered the bathroom and shut the door behind themselves. Ranma stepped in front of the toilet and lifted the seat. Akane pressed her face into his back so as to see nothing, and covered her ears with her hands, realizing that this was likely to be futile.

“Akane ...?”

“What now?!” she snapped.

“I got a problem. It won't ... I can't aim down.”

Akane banged her forehead against his spine. She didn't want to hear these things. “Hasn't this ever happened before? What do you normally do?”

He gulped. “I can't answer that without you killing me.”

Akane nearly yelled at him, asking what sort of stupid answer that was supposed to be. Then she thought about it some more. Then she realized what he probably meant, and a furious blush lit up her face. Could she let him do that, while standing right behind him? While pressed up against him? There would be no way for her to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't happening. She took a couple of deep breaths, thinking furiously.

Then she reached over to the sink and grabbed a cup. Filling it with water, she dumped it over his head.

The red-haired girl attached to her front sputtered furiously. “Aaack! What'd you do that for?”

“You're no longer pointed the wrong way, meaning up,” Akane replied. “Now turn around so you can sit.”

With an effort, Ranma turned around to face Akane once more. Before the dark-haired girl could contemplate whether to try and turn her back, Ranma growled through gritted teeth, “Can't ... hold ... it!”

“Then sit,” Akane told her heavily, giving in to the inevitable. As Ranma dropped part of the seat back down, tugged down her boxers and sat, Akane spread her own legs to either side, straddling and sitting upon Ranma's lap. The expected noise was heard underneath and Akane sighed, wondering why the universe hated her so much.

Finishing her business and flushing, Ranma struggled for several minutes trying to find a way to bend down and pull her boxers back up. Finally she turned around, putting her back to Akane once more. Now able to bend over, simultaneously lifting Akane into the air facing the ceiling, Ranma managed to get hold of the boxer shorts and pull them up her legs as she stood once more.

“Well ... that was an adventure,” Akane proclaimed, trying to make light of an experience she'd just as soon forget.

“Yeah, and we got another one coming right up,” Ranma noted wearily.

“What do you mean?” Akane inquired, thinking that she had no immediate need to do what Ranma had just done.

“I'm only wearing boxers and a T-shirt,” Ranma replied. “And you're wearing pajamas. We can't go around all day in those. We gotta get dressed. And we gotta do it somehow while pressed up against each other.”

Akane's face turned red again, and she ground her teeth while once more pounding her head against her fiancé's back.

(to be continued?)