The Ultimate Teacher, part 2

You should read part 1 first. Warning: There is extreme S&M and nonconsensual sex in this one, with the former in part 1 and the latter in part 2.

After a hurried discussion in the locker room, and a quick check that all of the girls — and more importantly, the crazy teacher — had indeed gone outside, the boys of class 1-F crept back upstairs. Opening the door quietly, a couple of them peeked inside to check that the room was exactly as it had been left. The room was a little dim, what with the lights off and an overcast day, but there was still plenty of light with which to see. Nothing was out of place, and the room was quiet, the five girls at the front apparently having stopped crying and choosing to remain silent.

After a hurried discussion, a protesting Hikaru Gosunkugi was pushed into the classroom. Even with a promised reward, the terror of being recognized by any of these girls before he could complete his task nearly made him wet his pants. Making sure to keep his face averted from the five, he slipped quietly up near the front of the room, and looked into the last box their new teacher had opened.

Finding what he sought, Hikaru lifted out five pieces of leather. Moving up behind Shampoo, he quickly placed the blindfold over her eyes, and continued to keep his face averted while buckling it in place behind her head. As expected, Shampoo cried out at this fresh indignity, and Hikaru prayed that the others would not recognize him when they looked over to discover the cause of this sound.

Moving as rapidly as possible, Hikaru had soon blindfolded all five of the girls. He then motioned to the boys at the door. All of the other boys from the class entered the room, the last one in closing the door again behind himself. None of them spoke, hoping that in the absence of voice recognition the girls would lack absolute certainty regarding their identities.

The Ultimate Teacher, part 1

Warning: There is extreme S&M and nonconsensual sex in this one, with the former in part 1 and the latter in part 2.

Principal Kuno of Furinkan High School sat facing the chair on the other side of the desk in his office. A vicious smile curved his mouth and there was a gleam in his eye. In the chair sat a little brown teddy bear.

“When I hear you conquer three school full o' delinquents an' da kine,” the principal said to the bear, “I'm pullin' every string to bring you here! So you got just one mission here ... to crush Ranma Saotome!” The man burst out into maniacal laughter.

Then he leaned back and wiped his forehead. “Okay. Dat's forty-five rehearsals. I wish dat Ninomiya would show up.”

Outside in the schoolyard a young girl no one had seen before was walking toward the school. In appearance, she belonged in elementary school, or perhaps very early middle school. There was a great deal of chatter among the students in the yard wondering what she was doing here at the high school. Most of the talk broke up when she approached Ranma's friends Hiroshi and Daisuke.

“Um ... 'scuse me?” she said to the pair.

Hiroshi smiled at the tyke and asked, “What can we do for ya?”

Her own face lit up and she cheerfully requested, “Can you take me to the principal's office?”

Angry Bush

“Ranma!” The members of the Tendo household had rarely heard Ranma's father Genma shout so loudly, even at his angriest. “Why do you hate me so?!”

The two men, father and son, came charging down the stairs, through the family room, and out to the engawa. For some reason Ranma's face was striped with a multitude of long scratches.

Ranma turned and shouted over his shoulder. “This stuff is dangerous! I'm giving it back!”

Nabiki sighed while standing by the table in her pajamas, as her father watched the goings on from over the top of his newspaper. Shaking her head, Nabiki realized that Ranma must have stolen the bottle of experimental hair tonic from his father, the one which made the man's bald head grow towering steel hard spikes of hair whenever he became angry, which promptly fell out again as soon as he cheered up. Compared to the usual weird happenings around the Saotomes, this barely rated mention.

Outside, Akane was just coming in through the gate, returning from her early morning jog. She too saw the chase, and dismissed it as nothing out of the ordinary. Closing the gate behind her, she turned back again to head into the house.

At that moment Genma grabbed a large can of oil standing beside the engawa, and tossed the contents forward around Ranma's feet. The young man's legs shot out from under him and he somersaulted through the air. The bottle of hair tonic flew out of his hand, describing a high arc, then came back down.

Nabiki Reversed, part 3

Read parts 1 and 2 first.

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Nabiki licked her lips while looking at the boy standing in the doorway, staring at her with his arms crossed. So far he hadn't said a word, not even to greet her. “So, um, hi Ochida-kun ...” she started.

“Gotta admit,” Noboru Ochida interrupted her, “I wasn't expecting to see you again after our date. You made it pretty clear you didn't owe me anything, afterward.” He could guess why she might be here after the stuff Shoichi and Isamu were saying online, but saw no reason to make it any easier on her.

Nabiki looked embarrassed. “Um, yes. I do need to apologize about that. I was wrong, I admit it. If you let me, I'll make it up to you now.”

Noboru said nothing but took a step backward. Nabiki slipped past and entered the house, then turned to him and said cheerfully, “So which way to your bedroom?”

He led the way around a corner and into the family room. “My parents won't be home from work for a couple of hours yet. This'll do fine.”

Nabiki looked around and suppressed a grimace. She'd much prefer a bed, but needs must. Smiling again, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. As she continued removing clothing, she grew puzzled that Noboru was simply standing there, watching her.

Nabiki Reversed, part 2

From part 1:
At that point Nabiki saw the jewel attached to the front of Akane's shirt, which was crumpled up on the floor in front of the door. Habitually inclined to borrow her sister's things, Nabiki picked the shirt up off the floor and detached the jewel. Admiring the pretty ornament for a moment, she attached it to the bottom of the necklace hanging around her neck. The diamonds inlaid in the jade surface made an arc curving downward at the bottom.

It was only her bad luck that this was the reversed position of the Reversal Jewel, causing one's natural inclinations in love and romance to be turned upside down.

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Shoichi Nakamura opened his front door, only to find to his surprise that the one who had knocked was Nabiki Tendo. A pretty hot looking Nabiki Tendo, in a short skirt and a blouse open to show some sort of green jewelry on a necklace nestled within her delectable cleavage. A pity she hadn't dressed like this for their date last night. Speaking of which ... why was she back so soon?

“Hello Tendo-san,” he essayed carefully. “What may I do for you?”

Nabiki stepped forward, placing herself firmly inside his personal space. She looked up into his eyes and said, “I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you last night. You bought me flowers and a gift, and paid for my dinner and the tickets to the play, and ... all I gave you in return was to let you kiss me on the cheek. I realized today that wasn't fair at all.” She reached out a finger and ran it down the bare skin of his arm.

Shoichi was temporarily speechless. When he had given her a look of betrayal at the end of their date last night, after spending so much upon her, she had explained the facts of life to him in clear and unmistakable sentences. It was the natural order of things for boys to spend money on her in exchange for being graced with her presence, but her affections were most definitely not for sale. Yet now she seemed to be suggesting ...

He cleared his throat. “Umm, so you're here to ...?” He trailed off, wondering if she would complete the statement.

“To make your dreams come true,” she declared throatily. The palm of her hand on his chest pushed him further inside, and she followed him, closing the door behind herself. “So where's your room, Nakamura-kun?”

Nabiki Reversed, Part 1

Part 1 of a scene based on the Reversal Jewel arc in the manga, found in VIZ translation volume 20, chapters 7 to 10, and most specifically chapter 10. Alternatively, this was volume 22 chapter 10 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 233 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, it was pretty much as depicted at the beginning of the scene below, except that Cologne managed to take the jewel off of Akane shortly after she noticed it. Akane forgot why she was at the Nekohanten, Ranma said something about Akane loving him so much, and she punched him through the ceiling.

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Ranma knelt beside Shampoo in the Nekohanten, sweating and nervous in his formal attire. It was supposed to be easy. For some reason Shampoo had stopped pursuing him, instead expressing disgust and even hatred toward him. His ego could not handle this. In order to set the world right again, and restore Shampoo's devotion toward him, all he had to do was to tell her that he loved her. Then she would say it back, he could take a deep breath, and he could forget that all of this had happened.

For the third time he tried. “Shampoo. I'm only going to say this once. I ... I l-... I l-... Um. I-I-I er ...”

“I love you!”

Ranma stared at the girl who had popped up in front of him. Akane. Beaming at him with her eyes shining in a way he had never seen. Her face absolutely glowing. A smile on her lips which pierced his heart with its beauty. And to his shock she was saying ...

“I love you so much!”

Of course his shock was as nothing compared to Shampoo's, from where she was sitting now behind Akane. The purple-haired Amazon's mouth was comically agape.

All around them students of Furinkan High School jumped out, appearing from their hiding places under the tables. Corks popped out of champagne bottles. A multitude of voices cried simultaneously, “Congratulations!”

And if those students had been expecting to congratulate Ranma for saying those words to Shampoo, instead of Akane saying them to Ranma, well ... they'd been waiting under those tables for over an hour already.

The Japanese Nanniichuan, part 2

(from part 1)

“Um ... yes?” Ranma suggested hopefully. She winced as all of the eyes staring at her suddenly became much harder.

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Akane shook his head disdainfully. “Consequences, Ranma. There are going to be a couple of them. First of all, we're going to put a guard over the spring in the middle of our locker room. Both to make sure no one falls in by accident, and to make sure you can't get to it. If you try to get past us even once, we'll do everything in our power to drain the spring so that you never get the cure. Understood? If you want it, you need to find a way to get Nyanniichuan water shipped here first. Enough to cure every one of us girls. Once we're cured, then we'll let you have your cure.”

The look on Akane's face, and all of the others, was so frightening that Ranma could only nod her head. While trying to think of how to get in touch with the Jusenkyo guide, and pay the huge costs involved. And if she found a way, maybe get a cask of Nanniichuan from Jusenkyo thrown in as well, just in case her classmates here were still angry.

“That's the first consequence. Here's the second. Because of your total thoughtlessness and carelessness, we're all cursed now to be boys. Well, we think you should enjoy the fruits of your labor. So, Ranma, we're going to help you learn just what it is that boys like to do with girls.”

Ranma's eyes circled around her, staring at all the cocks pointed in her direction. She fought back a whimper. “That's okay. You don't haveta go to the trouble,” she tried.

The Japanese Nanniichuan, part 1

Tempers were running high on both sides of the argument. On the one side were the girls of Furinkan High class 1-F, led by Akane Tendo, angry at the invasion of their locker room by Ranma Saotome. Even worse, he had done so while they were in states of partial undress, and despite the traps they had set to keep out such a pervert after they had become suspicious. That the evil old gnome Happosai had put in a temporary appearance was merely the icing on the cake.

On the other side of the argument was Ranma Saotome, gender changer extraordinaire. From his point of view, all he was attempting to do was to find a cure for the curse which caused him to change into a female, and these girls were merely in his way. The map obtained by his rival Ryoga indicated that this cure, known as the Japanese Nanniichuan, was right under their feet here in the locker room.

In the middle was Ryoga Hibiki, bearer of a similar curse which caused him to change into a pig, a fact known only to Ranma among those here in this room. On the one hand he wanted the cure just as badly, and had been equally instrumental in penetrating the girls locker room. On the other hand, his short attention span had caused him to fight with Ranma on the excuse of “protecting” the girls.

So there Ranma was facing Akane inside the locker room, Ryoga lying on the floor between them, and all the other girls watching through the doorway to see what would happen next.

“Listen to me!” Ranma shouted. “The only reason I'm in here is to find the Nanniichuan!”

“What?!” Akane cried, shocked. “Are you trying to tell me there's a spring of drowned man here, under the girls locker room?!” She gave him a weird look. “Are you sure?”

First Kiss, Part 2

From the end of Part 1:
“Girls! Form a wall! Block the view!”

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Sadly, no one listened. The other girls were just as fascinated by what was happening as all the boys. Cell phones were whipped out, recording video and taking photographs. The only response to Yuka's and Sayuri's efforts was that some fellow students grabbed them and pulled them out of the way so everyone else could watch unobstructed.

Nabiki, observing these developments from a second floor window, wondered if she should go down and help her little sister. Or perhaps use the opportunity to make some money. On further contemplation, she decided to do neither. With Ranma in his current state, attempting to help could get her seriously injured. While if she attempted to make money off of what was happening, the serious injuries might come later. After all, her little sister did know where she lived. She felt a little bad about this decision, but for the sake of her own health she merely settled back to watch with interest. And take a few photos of her own.

Still shouting at Ranma to stop, Akane gave up on attacking him and concentrated on trying to cover herself. Without a supporting arm, she fell onto her back, lying on the grass. She was all too aware that she was doing a pathetic job of hiding her interesting bits, and that around her boys and girls were taking photographs, recording her nude flesh for posterity.

The crowd of gathered students watched in awe, barely able to believe that this was occurring in front of their eyes. The few who might have been inclined to interfere were both too scared of Ranma, and too aware of what had happened to Yuka and Sayuri when they attempted to do so. Those two girls had ended up tied to one of the trees, helpless now to do anything. A sea of pants showed huge tents in front. Less visibly, panties had become soaked under all the skirts. Cameras captured permanent images of Ranma's massive prick jutting straight out below him — mostly cameras belonging to girls. Other cameras — belonging to both genders — would preserve pictures of Akane's lovely boobs, topped by stiff nipples which her squirming arm failed to keep covered, as well as the neat bush of hair just above the juncture of her thighs, which the splayed fingers of her other hand left almost entirely revealed.

First Kiss, Part 1

Akane's shot with the arrow flew straight and true. Far too few people remembered that the Anything Goes school trained its practitioners in all martial arts, not just the unarmed ones. She was expert with bow, sword, staff and spear among others, and even a fair shot with a rifle.

Of course, this particular attempt at archery was a little more unusual than most. For tied just behind the tip of the arrow was a large bag filled with catnip. That an arrow with such a weight would even come near its target was miraculous, and the students in the schoolyard stared in amazement as it flew directly toward the figure of Ranma Saotome, leaping high through the air.

One might ask why Akane Tendo was firing an arrow at the boy to whom she was, at least nominally, engaged. One could be forgiven for assuming that the pair had gotten into yet another argument, since such was hardly uncommon and all too often did lead to violence. She was merely doing her best to stop her fiancé, who was damaging property due to temporary insanity brought on by a failed martial arts technique. At this moment Ranma had not a human thought in his head, instead believing himself to be a cat, and the claws of pure chi which extended from his fingertips were capable of shredding whole trees.

Thus the catnip. Akane reasoned that if he believed himself to be a cat, moving like a cat, making noises like a cat, using claws like a cat, then there was hope that catnip would affect him like a cat. If she could get him blissed out enough on the stuff, then perhaps he would settle down.

The bag carried by the arrow intersected the arc along which Ranma was flying through the air. He saw it coming and swiped his hand at it disdainfully. The bag was shredded, and leaves of catnip flew all around him. He landed, with several leaves stuck to him or drifting to the grass around him. He gave several loud sniffs.

Suddenly he was bouncing around all over the place, far more hyperactively than before, emitting euphoric meow sounds. Students had to dodge out of his way, terrified. Akane began to think that maybe the catnip hadn't been such a good idea after all. She let out a whispered, “Oh no!”

Ranma stuck his next landing and his head spun, eyes locking upon her. Could he have heard her whisper? Was he going to attack her now? Akane prepared to run.

Ending the Three Year Smile of Death

Mousse, Ranma and Akane had gathered in the back of the Nekohanten to discuss the latest problem with the ancient proprietress, Cologne. After listening to the description of current events, the old woman agreed that her heir Shampoo might indeed be using the Three Year Smile of Death, a technique for storing vast quantities of anger, in order to make Mousse's life hell for the next three years.

After describing how the technique worked, Cologne informed them that there was a pressure point which could deal with the situation.

Mousse held his clenched fists in front of him, appearing eager. “So, if that point is pressed ...”

Cologne scoffed. “If you can press it. This is a specialized and dangerous attack, Mousse. With your modest skill you might lose your life.”

She turned toward Ranma. “But with your skill, future son-in-law ...”

He nodded confidently. Mousse slammed a palm on the table, shouting “What?!”

Cologne dug through a crate and pulled out a videotape, which she said would demonstrate the pressure point. As the action reached the critical event, she indicated one character's hand with a pointer. “Observe his technique carefully. This is the precise target!”

At that moment the person indicated on screen reached his hand between the legs of a waitress from behind, and goosed her firmly.

In Front of Mother

“Hey Akane, say cheese!”

“Huh?” Flash!

“I got a new camera!” Nabiki held the device out so her younger sister could see. “Look at how well the pictures turn out!”

Several photographs flipped past Akane's eyes. “Wait, stop!” She went back to one photograph in particular, then let out a small gasp. The photograph showed Akane herself, standing in front of the shoji. From behind the shoji and protruding out into view, she could clearly see the end of the cloth wrapped katana which Nodoka Saotome carried everywhere!

Oh no! she thought. I've got to warn Ranma! His mother is still somewhere around the house! She took off running, her short skirt swirling around her thighs, searching for her troublesome fiancé.

Meanwhile Ranma was upstairs in the guest room, trying to plan how he would apologize to Akane. He hadn't really meant to say he didn't want to see her tits. He had been annoyed, and scared of being caught acting like a pervert by his mother, and his mouth had gotten away from him — as it did all too often. The truth was, seeing Akane barely covered in an unhooked bra had given him an instant hard on, and he wasn't at all averse to seeing even more. The problem was how to explain that without getting thoroughly thrashed for putting it wrong.

Suddenly Akane burst into the room with him. Without the slightest pause she shouted, “Come on! You've got to hide!” then grabbed him by the pigtail and dragged him out into the hallway. She ran down the hall, pulling him behind, while he was still trying to work out what was happening so as to form a coherent protest.

He finally started to say something, only to have Akane clap a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shh!”

Then she ducked through the door into her own bedroom, still pulling him behind. She closed the door quickly, locked it, then turned and gave a sigh of momentary relief.

Only to see the hem of a kimono sticking out of her own closet.

Mermaid Akane

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!”

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.

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.

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 ...?”

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."