Akane stood beside the school swimming pool, contemplating it with trepidation. In P.E. class that day the teacher had announced they would have a swimming test next week. Unfortunately, not only was she unable to swim, but she tended to sink like a rock as soon as she touched the water. What was she to do?
Suddenly she was shoved from behind, and went flying out over the water, arms flapping uselessly. A voice called from behind her, “No! Don't do it, Miss Tendo!” just as she struck the surface. Fortunately, it was the three foot depth area. Unfortunately, she went under anyway.
After a great deal of struggle her hand managed to hook around what proved to be a life preserver floating above her. She was dragged out of the pool coughing and choking.
“Why did you do it Miss Tendo?”.
She looked up into the ridiculous face of the principal, wearing his Hawaiian shirt and lei, with the tiny palm tree atop his head. Annoyed with the maniac, she shouted, “I didn't want to do anything!”
Upon learning that this student couldn't swim, the man broke down into tears. “But dat's kapu,” he sobbed. “Dere a big school rule dat say, no swimmin', no bobbin' up to nex' grade!”
“Really?” she asked skeptically, knowing the man's penchant for making up strange new rules.
“Yah!” he affirmed. Then his face lit up. “I just get big idea! I gonna teach you how swimming!”
Akane frowned distrustfully, but then began worrying at her lower lip with her teeth. She not only needed to learn how to swim for the test, but had dreamed of doing so for years. Could he really do it? He was a teacher. Of sorts. He must have taught somebody something at some point, in order to be certified as a teacher. And she did want to learn so badly.
She gazed once more at his earnest expression.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled and proclaimed, “All right! I'll do it!”
The principal slapped her on the back. “You gonna be da greates' swimmer evah!”
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Master and Student Pills, Conclusion
At lunchtime the two fathers showed up at school. “We have found the solution,” Genma announce proudly. Not to mention pompously.
“Which you must use before dawn,” Soun added. “For we have discovered that if you do not separate your bodies by then, you will be stuck together like this forever.”
“What?!" Akane yelled.
From his kneeling position behind her on the ground, Ranma raised his fist threateningly. “You said you know the fix? What is it?”
“It is quite simple, really,” Genma told them. “All that is necessary is that the student defeat the master. In this case, given which pills you each swallowed, all that means is that Akane must defeat you, Ranma.”
“As if ...” He jerked to the side as Akane's elbow jabbed back, barely missing his gut. “Hey, watch it tomboy!”
“Just let me hit you, jerk!” she growled. Twisting around so they were face to face she tried to punch him in the head, but he dodged.
“Which you must use before dawn,” Soun added. “For we have discovered that if you do not separate your bodies by then, you will be stuck together like this forever.”
“What?!" Akane yelled.
From his kneeling position behind her on the ground, Ranma raised his fist threateningly. “You said you know the fix? What is it?”
“It is quite simple, really,” Genma told them. “All that is necessary is that the student defeat the master. In this case, given which pills you each swallowed, all that means is that Akane must defeat you, Ranma.”
“As if ...” He jerked to the side as Akane's elbow jabbed back, barely missing his gut. “Hey, watch it tomboy!”
“Just let me hit you, jerk!” she growled. Twisting around so they were face to face she tried to punch him in the head, but he dodged.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Master and Student Pills, Part 2
“If we're going to get dressed,” Akane said, her teeth gritted, “then you're going first. And you're staying a girl until after.”
Ranma shrugged. Neither demand mattered much to her.
They headed into the guest room, where Ranma managed to remove her boxer shorts without too much difficulty, and the T-shirt with only a little more trouble, sliding it up between their bodies. Akane bit her tongue and managed to keep quiet about the latter, as the fabric dragged across her nipples with only a thin pajama top for protection. She considered briefly demanding that they both turn around, so that Ranma's front was to her back, but realized that it would be much more difficult for Ranma to dress in that position. So she set herself to endure.
It would have been easier if her nipples weren't standing out like hard nubs. After slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, first a new T-shirt was pulled down between their bodies, then a Chinese shirt. Both of them dragged across her sensitive nipples, both irritating and tingling at the same time. Finally Ranma pulled on a pair of pants and pushed her feet into house slippers. “Okay, your turn,” she announced.
Ranma shrugged. Neither demand mattered much to her.
They headed into the guest room, where Ranma managed to remove her boxer shorts without too much difficulty, and the T-shirt with only a little more trouble, sliding it up between their bodies. Akane bit her tongue and managed to keep quiet about the latter, as the fabric dragged across her nipples with only a thin pajama top for protection. She considered briefly demanding that they both turn around, so that Ranma's front was to her back, but realized that it would be much more difficult for Ranma to dress in that position. So she set herself to endure.
It would have been easier if her nipples weren't standing out like hard nubs. After slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, first a new T-shirt was pulled down between their bodies, then a Chinese shirt. Both of them dragged across her sensitive nipples, both irritating and tingling at the same time. Finally Ranma pulled on a pair of pants and pushed her feet into house slippers. “Okay, your turn,” she announced.
Comment Change
I am experimenting with temporarily changing comments from embedded style to "full page", where adding a comment uses a link which takes you to a separate page. This avoids the problem of needing to have third-party cookies enabled in order to post comments.
The main problem I can see is that comments are no longer threaded. That is, they are simply added in order, with no ability to place a reply immediately following the comment to which it applies.
I'll try it this way for a while and, if it it proves to be a poorer choice when advantages and disadvantages are summed, then I'll switch back.
The main problem I can see is that comments are no longer threaded. That is, they are simply added in order, with no ability to place a reply immediately following the comment to which it applies.
I'll try it this way for a while and, if it it proves to be a poorer choice when advantages and disadvantages are summed, then I'll switch back.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
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 ...?”
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 ...?”
Comment Problems
So I've recently learned that there's a problem with trying to post comments to my blog because I'm using the "embedded" style of comments. If your browser is set to block third-party cookies, then you cannot post a comment in this form - when you attempt to do so, the comment you've put all that effort into typing simply disappears. I couldn't even comment on my own blog, since I started blocking third-party cookies (or rather, to do so, I had to temporarily enable third-party cookies).
The other alternatives are full page comments - where there is a link to add comments on a separate page - or a popup comments window. The latter seems likely to be even more of a problem since I, like many people, prefer to block popup windows. Which means the only feasible alternative would be full page comments.
Would anyone like to give me feedback on whether they'd prefer I keep the style of embedded comments, or change the style to full page comments? Note that, for the moment, in order to leave feedback you need to allow third-party cookies when you load the page. (You can disallow them again immediately afterward.)
The other alternatives are full page comments - where there is a link to add comments on a separate page - or a popup comments window. The latter seems likely to be even more of a problem since I, like many people, prefer to block popup windows. Which means the only feasible alternative would be full page comments.
Would anyone like to give me feedback on whether they'd prefer I keep the style of embedded comments, or change the style to full page comments? Note that, for the moment, in order to leave feedback you need to allow third-party cookies when you load the page. (You can disallow them again immediately afterward.)
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Lunchtime Lunacy
Ukyo was fed up with being pursued by the admittedly cute girl, even here at school. "Don't you get it, Tsubasa? I'm already engaged to Ran-chan!"
"That ... ugly girl!" Tsubasa was incensed. "You can't be engaged to her!"
Ukyo couldn't believe they were still arguing that point. "I've been trying to tell you, Ranma is a b..."
She was interrupted by Ranma's arrival, dripping wet from a recent change into a girl. She was obviously still upset regarding Tsubasa's insults about her appearance. "Good morning."
Tsubasa spun around, glaring at the redhead. "So ... you come again ... Ugly. Well, we'll just see who is more worthy of Ukyo. We'll have a contest."
Ranma smirked. She knew how hot her female body was. "What sort of contest did you have in mind?" she inquired with a poorly concealed competitive glint in her eye.
Tsubasa leaned forward. "We will both sell okonomiyaki for Ukyo-sama. Whoever sells the most wins, agreed?"
Ranma sneered. "That's stupid. How does that prove who has the hotter body? It needs to be something that proves how badly the boys want you."
Tsubasa reeled backward. "Wh-What are you suggesting? A kissing contest?" She trembled, then stood up straight, and crossed her arms firmly. "Kissing the boys won't prove anything."
"That ... ugly girl!" Tsubasa was incensed. "You can't be engaged to her!"
Ukyo couldn't believe they were still arguing that point. "I've been trying to tell you, Ranma is a b..."
She was interrupted by Ranma's arrival, dripping wet from a recent change into a girl. She was obviously still upset regarding Tsubasa's insults about her appearance. "Good morning."
Tsubasa spun around, glaring at the redhead. "So ... you come again ... Ugly. Well, we'll just see who is more worthy of Ukyo. We'll have a contest."
Ranma smirked. She knew how hot her female body was. "What sort of contest did you have in mind?" she inquired with a poorly concealed competitive glint in her eye.
Tsubasa leaned forward. "We will both sell okonomiyaki for Ukyo-sama. Whoever sells the most wins, agreed?"
Ranma sneered. "That's stupid. How does that prove who has the hotter body? It needs to be something that proves how badly the boys want you."
Tsubasa reeled backward. "Wh-What are you suggesting? A kissing contest?" She trembled, then stood up straight, and crossed her arms firmly. "Kissing the boys won't prove anything."
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