Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ One-Half a Wing and a Prayer ❯ DEVO was Right ( Chapter 12 )

Author’s Note: Ranma’s world was dreamed up by Rumiko Takahashi, produced by Kitty in Japan, and was licensed in the U.S. by Viz Communications, I’m just going to borrow them for a while to tell another story. This isn’t for money, just for fun. This story also contains adult themes, like sex and violence so be warned. Then again, if you like sex and violence, come on down.
P.S.: still and always for Janice.


Kodachi awoke with the sun, luxuriating in the feel of her satin sheets against her skin. She felt the pleasant weariness from the night’s activities, and the warm press of flesh that indicated her teammate was still snuggled up to her.

For a moment, she was tempted to ravish the girl once again, but she remembered that she had many plans for today. She sat up and stretched, her proud breasts bouncing lightly with the shift of muscles. Slowly she extracted herself from her bedmate and stood and turned to undo the padded handcuffs on her slumbering servant.

The girl awoke and looked up at Kodachi with a wide smile, “I hope I was satisfactory, Mistress.”

Kodachi nodded and kissed the girl on the forehead, “You did well, my slave. Now be a love and assemble the team this afternoon for practice, we need to prepare for the battle this weekend.”

The girl nodded and got out of bed to retrieve her clothes from the floor. As she bent over and exposed her shapely bottom, Kodachi fought down the urge to tie her up again and skip her morning classes.

She forced herself to remember her goals for today. To strike again at the Tendo girl that was to be her opponent, and to seek out her soon to be male consort, Ranma Saotome. She would need to be ready for this; after all she had encountered an unknown force when she had attempted to retrieve what would be hers. She would attack and observe, and perhaps the identity of her mystery obstacle would become known.

Oh, she did so enjoy the thrill of the hunt.


One Half a Wing and a Prayer
By Seth

Chapter 12
DEVO was Right


Ranma, Nabiki and Akane were walking together this morning, and Akane wasn’t happy about it. After the attack the previous night Nabiki had insisted that they needed to be alert for the antics of the potentially psychotic Kodachi, but Akane was insulted by the idea that anyone needed to look out for her.

“It’s not just you I’m worried about, Sis,” Nabiki told her.

Ranma simply kept his mouth shut, something he was beginning to get the hang of. Kodachi had spooked him last night, though he didn’t admit it. The idea of forcing someone into something like that was downright abhorrent to him, and was why he had fought so hard against his demon side.

Then there was the warning Kasumi had given him. She hadn’t said it outright, but he believed that she was holding back something. In the short time he had spent with the Tendos, Kasumi had impressed him with her ability to keep a level head no mater what, a trait that Nabiki seemed to share with her for the most part. But the fact that the oldest Tendo girl had admitted that there were spots in her past that my have bearing now caused him to wonder how much of the homemaker was for the benefit of the rather old fashioned Tendo patriarch.

He put the matter aside for the moment and watched as Akane and Nabiki traded greetings with their respective classmates. He was about to follow Nabiki on her morning rounds of the various betting pools and information pickups, when he spotted a shadow over Akane and looked up to see a form descending to attack.

He yelled out, “Look out!”

Just as he was about to jump and intercept the attack with a kick, the form resolved into Kodachi, and a knot of apprehension delayed him. Fortunately Akane had heard his warning and was already blocking the attack. Using her bare hand, she caught the kendo sword before it made contact with her skull, and Kodachi alighted in front of her.

“Ambushing me first thing in the morning,” snarled Akane, “are you insane?”

Kodachi looked surprised, “Ambush? What absurdity. I have graced this drab school to visit my darling Ranma, but I doubt a lowly trollop such as you would know him.”

Akane sighed and gestured behind her, “Duh, he’s right there.” With a heave, she levered the sword, and Kodachi and threw then towards the pigtailed boy, “Why don’t you go see the jerk?!”

Seeing the mad gymnast flip through the air on course with him, Ranma did a one-eighty and began to beat a hasty retreat. As he heard Kodachi call after him, he increased his pace. Passing Nabiki he gave a little wave, and a pained smile, and she instantly knew that it was going to be an interesting morning. Ranma turned back around just in time to see the freshly healed Kuno standing in his path.

In a heartbeat, Kuno executed a lightning fast sword jab at Ranma, who had already jumped over it to plant his foot in Kuno’s face, landing in front of the dazed Kendoist.

Shacking himself, Kuno asked Ranma, “Do you have something against me?”

Ranma calmly answered, “You keep trying to kill me for no reason.”

He was about to jump over the idiot, when a rush of air and an impact let him know that he had just been glomped from behind. Judging from the rose scent, and the way his skin was trying to crawl off his body and go somewhere safe, like Aruba, he guessed that the breasts pressing into his back, and the hands roaming his chest were Kodachi’s.

He was about to jump away yet again, when Kuno developed a contemplative look.

“I approve,” he declared, “You may marry my sister at your discretion.”

Kodachi tightened her grip and Ranma gasped out in shock, “Your sister?!”

Suddenly a voice rang out, “GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF RANMA YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!” Nabiki stormed in and forcibly removed Kodachi from Ranma’s back, then got right in Kuno’s face, “There is a thin line between being a customer and being my enemy, Kuno, and you just came dangerously close to crossing it.”

Kuno gave an oblivious smile and stated, “But it is a perfect match. My twisted sister has affection for the knave Saotome, and with their union he will be forced to release the pig tailed girl. Then she and your lovely sister, Akane Tendo, may enter my embrace and enjoy all that comes from being members of the great House Kuno.”

“Hey,” Ranma growled at him, “I’ve already got a fiancé. I want nothing to do with your (shiver) sister.”

Instantly Kodachi was in front of him, tears in her eyes, “Do you mean to say that you dislike me?”

“Lady,” Ranma smirked, “you just hit the jackpot.”

Kodachi’s face became a mask of anger, “And who is this harlot you claim is betrothed to you?”

Nabiki stood next to Ranma and answered, “That would be me, bitch.”

Kodachi’s arm shot out, and her ribbon appeared to slice through the space Nabiki was in, but Ranma had reacted fast. Grabbing Nabiki, he had jumped back several feet and over Akane who charged in as the ribbon was in its back swing. In Akane’s hands was a large wooden mallet, and it struck home on the ground that Kodachi had been standing in only a second before. The gymnast somersaulted away and landed with a sneer on her face.

“So the whelp I am to face wishes to protect my Ranma, does she?”

Akane pulled up her mallet and stood ready to attack again, “No, you just tried to take my sister’s head off, you nut. You can have the freak for all I care.”

Nabiki gave a low snarl, “Akane…”

“An excellent notion,” Kodachi said, “if I defeat you this Saturday then Ranma will be mine.”

As Ranma and Nabiki were about to object, Akane answered, “Agreed.”

“What are you doing,” Nabiki growled.

Akane gave a confident smirk, “Don’t worry, I can’t lose against her.”

Kodachi laughed and whipped her ribbon into a spiral, “Oh but you can, little girl, and you will. Then Ranma will be mine.” With that she began a long laugh and jumped high to the school wall, trailing black rose petals behind her.

Nabiki grabbed her sister’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make Akane wince, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Knock it off, Nabiki,” Akane said, “Besides, it’s not like you really care about him. You’re probably just using him for one of your little schemes. And only a freak like Kodachi could love a freak like him.”

Akane was interrupted by a slap from her sister across the face that stunned her into silence. But between Akane’s verbal jabs, and Kuno telling him to take care of his sister after the wedding, Ranma had heard enough and jumped away, dashing into the woods. Nabiki returned her expression to a closed look and stared intently at her sister.

She calmly spoke, “Grow up soon, little sister, or I will stop protecting you from yourself.” She spun on one heel and walked after Ranma, fighting down her rage and seeking the inner calm she needed to find him again.

It took her an hour to locate him deep in the forested area at the edge of town, and when she did she was able to feel the depression and rage coming from Ranma. She stood at the edge of the small clearing he was in and watched as he yelled an unintelligible cry and launched a barrage of his lightning fast punches at a tree, reducing it to toothpicks.

Finally he calmed down enough so that Nabiki felt safe making her presence known and walked up to him.

“Hey, Ranma,” she said in greeting. He looked up from where he crouched after releasing all his pent up rage and grunted a reply. She continued, “I’m sorry about Akane, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“I suppose,” he sighed, “but every time I turn around, I’m getting forced into things I want nothing to do with. First I get dragged around the world on that stupid training trip. Then I wind up in some honor duel with my only friend that I’m forced to run out on. Then I get dragged away from the Amazons just when I was starting to feel happy.” He sighed again and looked up at Nabiki, “Meeting you was great, but it’s the only good thing to come out of returning to Japan so far.”

Nabiki sat on the ground beside him and picked up a twig, “I guess I can understand it. I want to become a career woman, build a real business, that kind of thing. Dad isn’t fond of the idea though, it’s too modern for a traditionalist like him, so I thought I’d be stuck as some little homemaker when I heard about the arranged marriage. I nearly panicked at the idea, but you didn’t seem to be hung up on the idea of tradition like our fathers, so I decided to see where we could end up.”

“And…”

“I really started caring about you. You try and understand that I’m not some ditzy girl, and you helped me to understand my special abilities. You genuinely seem to care as well.” Then she added as an afterthought, “The sex is pretty good too.”

That caused Ranma to blush heavily and mock punch her in the arm, “Thanks, I think.”

“Today was looking to be a nice, almost normal day where we could have sat back and enjoyed ourselves. But then Akane gets on her high horse and pisses me off,” Nabiki said, snapping the twig in her hands. The two of them sat in companionable quiet for a while, each simply trying to find comfort in the other.

Finally Ranma turned and looked Nabiki in the eyes, “Back in China Shampoo told me that she loved me. At first I didn’t believe it, but during the short stay with her I found out just how serious it was. When Pops dragged me away, I told her that I loved her too. Now here I am, and I’m falling for another girl, one who understands me like Shampoo.” He looked down and gathered himself, “Maybe Akane is right. Maybe I am a two timing jerk.”

Nabiki took Ranma’s face in her hands and made him look at her again, “I don’t look at it that way. You love Shampoo, and maybe you love me, I don’t know, but we, Shampoo and I, both have feelings for you in different ways. She loves the warrior in you, the brave soul who stands up for those in need and defends his friends no matter what.” She took a deep breath and collected herself, “And I love the person you are that tries to overcome every obstacle and challenge in his way.”

Ranma looked confused for a moment, “But what about Shampoo? I can’t abandon her for you or you for her.”

Nabiki smiled, “I’ve met Shampoo in your mind, remember? She’s tough, but smart, and cares about doing the right thing as much as you do. I think we’ll get along fine, maybe as wives or sisters, maybe more. We won’t know until she arrives.”

Ranma nodded and Nabiki lowered her hands to rest on his shoulders. She could tell that a lot was going on behind the eyes of the young man and felt that he was gaining back some of his confidence.

Finally he asked, “Do you love me?”

She almost giggled at the innocent hope in his voice, and she nodded with a smile.

“Good,” he said, “then I feel better about loving you.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. He was about to pull away when she decided to open her mouth and brush his lips with her tongue. Getting the hint, he opened his own mouth slightly and let her explore inside as his tongue worked its way into her mouth.

The two of them stayed like that for a time when Nabiki finally let the kiss end and smiled at Ranma, “I guess we’re going to miss morning classes again.”

“Oh, great,” Ranma groaned, “Yet another reason for my teacher to yell at me. Goody goody.” That got a giggle out of Nabiki, and Ranma enjoyed the sensation of watching her smile.

Nabiki moved to sit in his lap and wrapped her arms and legs around him, and said in a suggestive voice, “So, do you want to make the absence worth while?”

Ranma blushed and looked away for a moment, “I…I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”

“Are you sure,” Nabiki asked, “Last night on the roof you seemed to enjoy the preview. And it never seems to bother you as a girl much.”

“It’s different,” Ranma sadly said, “I know it’s a stupid excuse, but if we…well…do it…then I really will feel like I’m betraying Shampoo. I’m sorry, but she is my wife, and I want to work it all out between the three of us before we go too far. There’s also the fact that if our parents found out, we’d be hitched by the end of the day.”

Nabiki groaned at that, “You’re right on that account, but I’m getting a little tired of waiting. I understand that you feel bad about screwing around behind Shampoo’s back, but I have needs too, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Ranma apologized sadly, “I never wanted to hurt you in any way. But I don’t want to hurt Shampoo either.”

Nabiki lowered her head to rest on Ranma’s shoulder and let out a sigh, “You are just too damn nice for your own good, you know that don’t you?” He gave an affirmative noise and she continued, “Good thing it’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“Thanks,” he said and gave her a large hug.

She returned it, but looked him in the eye afterwards, “There are consequences however. No more blowjobs for you until I get the whole thing.”

Ranma gave a little pout and sigh of sadness, and Nabiki giggled at the look and bopped him on the chest. He smiled in return, but countered by tickling the insides of her arms. Soon they were running around the woods in a game of tickle tag.

Fortunately they were able to maintain their attitude for the remainder of the week leading up to the match. Akane never apologized, but managed to remain civil to them, so Ranma rejoined her in the training hall to monitor her progress.

Ryoga had actually managed to make it back on time to train with Akane again for two more sessions, and using Ranma as a target to demonstrate any new technique. Then the Lost Boy had lived up to his name, went to get a glass of water for a thirsty Akane, and disappeared into the sunset off the coast of Waikiki.

The day before the match, Akane had received the uniform for the Furinkan Girls Gymnastics Team, a simple yellow leotard that was cut high on the legs, but did nothing to flatter her figure.

Ranma watched as she jumped through her routine grabbing the gymnastic based weapons along the way and trying to attack him at the same time. He could tell that Ryoga’s hardcore training had taken hold, and Akane was missing him by only inches as he dodged around the dojo.

“Would you sit still and let me practice on you,” Akane yelled at him.

He retorted from the ceiling, “Of course not. The idea is to improve your aim against a moving target. Kodachi isn’t going to sit still and just let you pummel her you know.”

“Well I need someone to practice with since Ryoga vanished,” she retorted, “So get down here and take it seriously.”

Ranma dropped down, “You have no idea how serious I’m taking this.” After all, he continued in his mind, if you lose, so do I.

He was about to execute a light attack with the hoop sitting at his feet, when a small squeal came from the door.

“P-Chan,” Akane exclaimed and ran over to hug the piglet as it trudged in dragging a small box. Ranma slumped his shoulders and cursed under his breath as he saw Ryoga almost pop a blood vessel at seeing Akane in her leotard.

“So where have you been, Pork Butt,” he grumbled at the pig, who squealed angrily at him.

Akane examined the box Ryoga had dragged in and declared, “These are cinnamon crackers from Hiroshima, and tea cakes from Kyoto. Aren’t you a strong little piggy to bring these home.” She snuggled the pig close again and gave it a small kiss on the forehead, and Ranma pantomimed retching behind Akane’s back.

Finally, Ranma said, “Come on, Akane. You need to finish up practice so you’ll be ready tomorrow.”

“I know,” she replied, and stood grasping a pair of clubs.

She charged, and Ranma grabbed the hoop on the floor with his toes and tossed it into his hands to deflect the attack. Dodging out of the way of a particularly aggressive thrust, he hooked the inside of the hoop around her extended club and twisted, dislodging it from her grip. Quickly Akane spun away and ducked into a roll along the floor. When she came up she held a ribbon in her hands and charged again, bringing the tool back to lash out.

Ranma ducked to one side, and Akane began to turn to redirect her attack, but she failed to notice a gymnastics ball on the floor and put her foot down on top of it. Her legs went wide as she lost her footing and she landed heavily on her leg, instantly curling up and holding her ankle, wincing in pain.

An hour later, she was sitting on her bed with a bandage wrapped around her ankle, and Kasumi closing the first aid kit.

“You will have to visit the Doctor in the morning, but from what I see, you haven’t broken anything,” the eldest Tendo sister told her as Ranma and Nabiki stood by leaning against the wall of the room.

“That’s good to know,” Akane said and began to stand up, “I still have to get ready for tom…” Letting out a small gasp of pain, she stopped her attempt to stand and rolled back onto the bed.

Kasumi frowned slightly and said, “I was going to say next that it’s probably sprained, and you won’t be able to do any intensive activity for a week or so. It looks like we’ll have to find a replacement for you.”

“That’s easy to say,” Akane said, “but where are we going to find a girl in school who’s that nimble, knows martial arts, and looks good in a leotard?”

Everyone in the room sighed and Ranma thought, So much for my freedom.

Suddenly the three Tendo girls all looked up simultaneously.

Kasumi said, “A girl who’s nimble…”

Akane continued, “And knows martial arts…”

Nabiki finished, “And looks good in a leotard.”

Ranma added, “Oh, crap.”

The three girls looked at him and nodded in confirmation.

Nabiki added, “You wanted some control over your life, may as well take the opportunity.”

“Whoopee,” Ranma deadpanned.

Suddenly cold water poured over his head, and he shrunk to a she. Looking back, she saw a smug looking Ryoga in human form holding a small pail.

“Looks like we’ll have to pull an all nighter to get you ready,” the boy said condescendingly. He grabbed Ranma by the arm and began dragging her down to the dojo.

Kasumi and Nabiki followed at a distance and Kasumi quietly asked, “Is it me, or does Ryoga look a little to happy to be training Ranma?”

Nabiki gave shrug and said, “He still doesn’t like Ranma, so he probably is looking to train him the wrong way so she’ll get humiliated tomorrow. Ryoga has a pretty one track mind, you know.”

Kasumi nodded and turned to head back upstairs at the door as Nabiki continued to follow the boy and neo-girl out to the dojo.

Once they got inside Ranma rounded on the Lost Boy, “Ok, what’s the deal.”

Seeing that Nabiki was giving him a cold glare, Ryoga managed, “Nothings wrong, I’m just making sure that Akane’s replacement will be up to the task.”

“You mean your going to beat her senseless so she’ll be out of the way while you molest my little sister,” Nabiki chimed in from the corner.

“Of cour…NO! Not at all,” Ryoga said in a slight panic. He took a deep breath and looked at Ranma again, “The concept of Combat Rhythmic Gymnastics is to use only the tools for attack and defense. All other styles are illegal, so Ranma is at a disadvantage seeing as he has little experience with weapons.”

Nabiki nodded, “Good cover, but I know the truth.”

Ryoga was a little creeped out by the piercing stare Nabiki had fixed him with and began to sweat, “OK! Maybe I don’t want Ranma to win, but can you blame me.”

The two girls in the room chorused out, “Yes!”

“Fine,” he growled, “but I’ll still see that you lose!” With that he lashed out with a ribbon, trying to wrap it around Ranma’s neck in a choking grip. Ranma flipped away, leaving a hoop in her place to catch the attack, but Ryoga recoiled his weapon quickly and let it fly again A loud crack was heard and the ribbon fell to the ground, half it’s length severed.

The two combatants and Nabiki looked up to the door of the dojo to see Kasumi standing in a robe, a black ribbon twirling in her hand.

She smiled lightly and politely said to Ryoga, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take over Ranma’s training now.”

Ryoga looked confused for a moment, and then shook his head, “I’m sorry ma’am, but this is combat training, I don’t think you can help here.” Kasumi’s ribbon flashed out again and struck Ryoga in the forehead, and three of his bandannas drifted to the floor severed in half. He blinked and gulped, “Then again…”

“Thank you for understanding,” Kasumi smiled and moved out of the doorway, “We will see you at the competition tomorrow, Ryoga. Have a nice night.” The boy stumbled out of the building in shock, and Kasumi closed the door behind him. “Now then, what I say and do in here does not go beyond these walls, is that understood?”

Nabiki looked at her older sister, then at Ranma who was still staring at the cut cloth on the floor, then answered, “I don’t think either of us will have a problem with that.” Ranma simply nodded her agreement.

Kasumi nodded in response and undid her robe, letting it drop to the floor. Underneath she wore a leotard of shining green, cut high on the hip to show off her long legs, and cut low over the chest to show considerable cleavage. It appeared to be a size too small as her breasts strained the fabric and her nipples and lower lips were quite visible as her form was shown off in heart stopping detail, letting anyone who saw this know that Kasumi was indeed a woman of unadulterated beauty.

But even this display of sexual form did not distract Ranma and Nabiki away from the large shape printed over Kasumi’s right breast.

“A black rose,” Nabiki asked.

“No,” Kasumi replied, beginning to stretch out, “The Black Rose. When I was sixteen I became the captain of Furinkan High’s gymnastics team and earned that name when I won the All Japan Combat Gymnastics Championship.”

“How come I never heard about this,” Nabiki asked as Ranma picked her jaw up off the floor.

Kasumi blushed and shrugged, causing her leotard to stretch in interesting ways, “At the time the tournament was strictly underground. Father never knew about it, and for good reason.” When the other girls looked at her questioningly, she continued, “The full title is known as The Black Rose Queen, and I held the title because I was dominant over all the other girls.”

Ranma looked confused, but Nabiki gasped at the realization, “Oh, my. You mean you…but that’s not like you, Sis.”

“You’d be surprised what I was like back then,” Kasumi chuckled, “Didn’t you ever wonder why I had a teammate over almost every night for a while?” Nabiki nodded understanding, but Ranma still looked confused. She explained, “The Black Rose Queen is attended to by her servants, her teammates. When the title was given to me it was because my team had decided to serve any needs I had, be they academic, like tutoring me if my grades were down in a subject; social, like when I needed to be alone for a reason or wanted someone to talk to; or even…sexual. I was their Mistress, and they were my beloved slaves. That’s what I mean when I say dominant.”

Ranma took a long time to digest this, while Nabiki simply sank to the floor watching as Kasumi shifted her posture from that of a housewife, to that of confidence and regal bearing. The change was like another person had stepped into the room to replace her sister, but then she remembered. Nabiki had seen Kasumi stand like that before, back when she just started attending Furinkan Nabiki had seen her sister walking with a group of friends, and Kasumi had stood like that, as the leader of the pack.

She walked as the Black Rose Queen.

Ranma saw the change too, and something deep inside of her took note. She could feel old memories, like the ones that surfaced every now and then in association with her powers. These memories told her that Kasumi was powerful, not like a demon, but a strong will that could be almost unbeatable.

Kasumi spoke, “I still keep in touch with many of my old teammates, and a few of them have heard of the pretender, Kodachi Kuno, who uses my name. While I led with a stern hand balanced by love, she abuses her power. According to one report, if Kodachi fancies an opponent, she will go to extra lengths to defeat her, capture her, and break her to serve. That was never my way; all those who served me did so of their own free will.”

Ranma could almost feel the confidence radiate off Kasumi and part of her wanted to challenge the older girl, to attain that dominant aura. That part was the competitive, martial artist in her. Another part recognized what Kasumi was, and wanted to learn from her.

“How do I beat Kodachi, then,” the redhead asked.

Kasumi smiled again and answered, “That is what I’m going to teach you, if you are willing. I never relinquished my title so it is my right to chose someone to take it back. Do you accept?” Ranma gulped, and nodded. Then Kasumi turned to Nabiki, “I have to ask you a favor as well, little sister. If Ranma is to learn, I’ll need someone to help him practice. I know you are close, so will you help her?”

“You want me to play slave so Ranma can figure out how to be queen,” Nabiki asked, “Kinky, but I’ll do it.” She stood and Kasumi gave her a loving smile.

Her smile shifted to a confident smirk, and her ribbon snaked out to lash at Nabiki several times. Each strike cut away a piece of clothing, leaving Nabiki standing in only her bra and panties. Nabiki reeled back in surprise and Ranma darted in front of her to block a blow.

“What are you doing,” Ranma yelled at Kasumi.

With a flick Kasumi’s ribbon undid the ties on Ranma’s shirt, letting her large breasts bounce out, and another flick snapped at her nipples sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain through Ranma’s body. She collapsed, covering her breasts and left Nabiki open to another strike that tossed her bra away.

“This is the first lesson, Ranma,” Kasumi said in a soft voice as the attack ended, “A Mistress needs to be able to protect what is hers.” Her voice hardened, “Now get up and try again.”

Ranma stood, determination on her face, and picked up a baton off the floor. She watched as Kasumi spun the ribbon around herself as a shield and tried to figure out how the older girl’s attacks were so precise. Kasumi launched another attack, kicking a ball towards Ranma and letting her ribbon follow. Ranma knocked the ball away with the baton and tried to intercept the ribbon, but it went slack at the last second, falling to the floor.

Suddenly Kasumi jerked her arm up and the ribbon snapped upwards, striking Ranma between the legs in a very specific way. Ranma’s eyes rolled back as she felt the pressure of the ribbons passage through her pants, and was glad she still had them on. The pause however was enough to allow Kasumi to roll past him and strike at Nabiki again; grabbing her last piece of clothing with a gymnastic rope and pulling them down and off. Nabiki landed on her nude bottom and looked up at a very imposing Kasumi who sensually growled, “On your knees.”

She almost obeyed, when Ranma’s baton spun between Kasumi’s legs, catching in her feet and causing her to lose her footing. Ranma did a handspring and was in front of Nabiki in less then a second and grabbing Kasumi’s dropped ribbon as she cartwheeled away.

“Mine,” Ranma declared as Kasumi retrieved a hoop.

“Good,” Kasumi answered, “But do not let anger control you. Assert your dominance with will alone, and you may be able to defeat me.” She jumped into the air, flipping through the hoop and landed behind Nabiki, the hoop around her.

Nabiki found herself pressed into her sister, and as the hoop twisted, she was forced to her knees in front of Kasumi’s spandex covered crotch. At this close range she could not help but smell the arousal coming off her sister’s sex as the battle for dominance progressed.

Ranma spun in place and sent her ribbon flying at Kasumi who brought the hoop up, releasing Nabiki and catching the ribbon around its outer edge. The two girls spun towards each other and soon both of them had hands on the hoop. Kasumi shifted position, dropping the hoop and using her toes to grab the cast off baton on the floor and bring it up to rub against Ranma’s inner thigh, but Ranma spun the hoop around and caught Kasumi over the shoulders, forcing her to the ground.

As Kasumi went down, Ranma felt the baton smack into her behind, but it didn’t matter as she had the older girl exactly where she wanted her. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the baton Kasumi held in her foot, pulled it free, and brought it around and used it to lever Kasumi’s face into her crotch.

“Now who’s dominant,” Ranma said. She knew the answer when she felt Kasumi rub her face into her crotch, and a few probing tongue strokes could be felt through her pants.

She blinked in surprise as she realized her voice was stronger then she thought it would be. It took her a moment to realize that pleasure was flooding through her. She had made a queen fall to her knees and lick her. She released Kasumi and stumbled back slightly.

“That was the second lesson,” Kasumi said calmly from the floor, “what it feels like to possess control. It’s a little odd, isn’t it?”

Ranma leaned against the wall, catching her breath and said, “No, I’ve felt it before.”

Kasumi gave a questioning look, and Nabiki spoke up, “One of the succubus powers that we uncovered is a kind of hypnosis. Ranma can use it to influence a person, or take control of a willing subject.”

Kasumi stood, and assumed a thoughtful pose, “That makes sense, but I can see that it bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“The kind of control I can take from people goes against what I was brought up to believe,” Ranma said, “but I get a little rush every time I do it.”

Kasumi nodded, “I understand. Genma trained you to be submissive to him.” When Ranma blanched she added, “Not sexually, just in general. He pushes you in the direction he wants to go, and uses you to achieve his own ends. But recently you have been standing up to him more and more; you realize that now, don’t you.” Ranma nodded and Kasumi continued, “The things I do are more of a give and take between equal partners, one may be dominant, but they both agree on their roles. The reason I am upset with this Kodachi that uses my name is that she takes that and twists it into something that is only about taking. A good Mistress always rewards her slave with the love they need.”

She moved over to check Nabiki for wounds, and then pulled her younger sister into a warm embrace and a deep kiss. Ranma watched as Nabiki, the strongest willed girl she knew, and her sister, the gentlest person she knew, made out in front of her. Nabiki seemed to melt into Kasumi’s arms as their bodies melded together, breasts pressing and hands roaming. Ranma was jealous for a moment, but then saw that Kasumi had once more demonstrated something, dominance with compassion.

There was that, and the sight of the two sisters making out was really turning her on.

Kasumi ended the kiss and lowered Nabiki back to the ground, “Do you see what I mean now?” Ranma nodded and Kasumi smiled, “Good, because that was the third lesson.” She tossed the ribbon handle to Ranma, who caught it out of reflex, and retrieved a pair of clubs from the equipment scattered around the dojo, “Now, show me if you can be dominant, and try to subdue me again. This time, hold nothing back.”

Ranma pushed off the wall, and stepped back into the practice area. She took a moment to collect herself and consider what Kasumi had shown her. She looked over to Nabiki, and considered the expectant look in her face, then came up with a plan that would test her limits with this new area.

“Nabiki,” she called, hiding any unease in her voice, “Come here.” The girl obeyed and stood before Ranma, who said, “My pants seem to be slowing me down in this match…Remove them.” Nabiki flashed a brief smile, then her face became submissive and she lowered down to her knees and began to gently remove the garment. When she had finished, and stepped out of her pants, she looked down, again feeling the unusual sensation of looking down at a submissive Nabiki.

I need to be careful, she thought, or I may get to like this too much.

Out loud she commanded, “The boxers as well.” Nabiki began to tug down the undergarments, and was surprised at how damp they were, not with perspiration from the match, but arousal. Ranma stepped out of her last garment, and gestured with on finger for Nabiki to stand.

“Very good,” Ranma cooed at Nabiki, and slid her fingertips from below Nabiki’s breasts, between them, and all the way up to rest on her lips, where she moved forward and gave the panting girl a deep kiss. The moment lingered, and finally Ranma let Nabiki go, and nodded to her to sit to the side, out of the way.

Kasumi nodded to Ranma as her attention returned to her instructor, “Very good, Ranma. Commanding and rewarding are the very foundation of what I’m teaching you tonight.”

“Just don’t expect me to be the submissive type all the time,” Nabiki added with her more customary smirk.

Ranma tried not to giggle and break the mood, and nodded lightly, “So what’s lesson four?”

“The Razor Ribbon Strike,” Kasumi said, and began to move.

Outside, the stars twinkled away the night, and eventually the sun began to rise in the east. Akane wandered downstairs in her pajamas, walking carefully on her injured foot, and began to head out to the dojo. Inside, she found Nabiki covered in a blanket, asleep against the wall, and a tired looking Kasumi in a robe, handing a box to an equally tired, and very nude, Ranma.

“This was the outfit I wore when I won the Championship. I think it’s appropriate that I give it to you, my apprentice.” Akane watched silently, surprise on her face as Ranma opened the box, and pulled out a beautiful red leotard, and quietly pulled it on. A black line ran up from between Ranma’s legs, wrapped around her waist, and came up between her breasts and surrounded a circular cutout that showed Ranma’s generous cleavage, and came to a black metal flower shaped clasp at the neck.

Ranma stepped back, and did a few movements to get a feel for the garment. It fit her like a second skin and her movements were in no way constricted, even when she bent backwards and managed to touch the floor while still standing. Akane beat down jealousy at the flexibility of the demon girl, and admitted that she wouldn’t be able to do that.

Ranma stood again, bowing to Kasumi and said, “Thank you Mistress.”

“What happened to Ryoga,” Akane finally asked.

Ranma jumped slightly, but Kasumi answered calmly, “I told you, I did gymnastics when I was in school. Ranma already has the combat sense needed, so Ryoga could not help with that. I volunteered to instruct Ranma on the technique needed for the rest of this competition, and she agreed.”

Akane asked, “So you’ve been at it all night?”

Ranma coughed, and spun away from Akane to hide her blush, and Kasumi answered again, “We only just finished training, though Nabiki seemed to drift off during the night sometime.” She strode out of the room, “I’ll go get breakfast ready, Ranma. You get an hour’s rest, and then we’ll see how you do at the competition.” Ranma nodded and sat down next to Nabiki.

“Are you going to be all right for the match,” she asked with worry.

Ranma looked up at her and gave a lopsided grin, “I’ll have her begging by the second round…zzzzz.” Ranma had closed her eyes and drifted off, leaning against a slumbering Nabiki.

Akane looked at the girl in confusion and wondered aloud, “What the hell is going on here?”


To be continued.


Endnote: Big fight next time. I had to admit these last two chapters were a little hard to write, as I’m a little out of my element when it comes to this kind of stuff, but I plowed on through anyway, and it turned out better then I hoped. I’ve still got a few ideas for other stories, and have decided to start one after I finish the first season of Ranma in this story. Be on the lookout for Ranma ½: Masks and Shadows later this summer (Rated T). Until next time, Cadbury Cream Eggs for everybody!!!