I do not own Ranma 1/2.
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Harsh sunlight burst into the room, like some perverted invader, casting its hot glow upon the exposed flesh of Ranko. She peeked one eye open to glare back at the intruding light, and sighed in annoyance. Straightening out her pajamas, she got out of bed and headed across the hall to her mother's room.
Knocking on the door, Ranko shouted in, "Hey Mom! Wake up! I want to get some training in before I go to school!" Ranko tensed suddenly, feeling the warm breath on the back of her neck, too late, she realized that her mother had her in a hold that she could never dream of escaping. A small nip in the back of her neck, was enough to illicit and deep moan from Ranko, and as soon as her mother released the hold, Ranko turned around, and pouted cutely at her mother. "Not fair, how was I supposed to know you were up already!"
Akane looked straight on at her fifteen year old daughter, and clucked, "You really should be paying more attention to sounds, and breathing. We'll have to do some blind folded matches after school. For now, head down to the dojo, and warm up, I'll be there in a moment."
Ranko nodded and gave her Mom a kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs. She stopped by her father's shrine and said a quick prayer. Ranko then ran to the dojo, and stripped of her pajamas. She grabbed some spare underwear she kept with her gi, and was dressed and stretching by the time her mother came in.
After warming up they both bowed to each other and began lightly sparring. Ranko wove around her mother's attacks, imitating videos she had seen of her father's techniques. Unfortunately for Ranko, she was not quite as fast as her father, and within moments of trying to mimic him, she found herself pinned to the ground by her mother's foot.
The calloused sole rested on Ranko's breast, the toes wiggling over the teenager's erect nipples, slowly driving her into a fit of laughter. "Stop!" Ranko gasped between breathes, trying to wiggle her way out from her mother's strong pressure. The movement caused Ranko's gi to open, and Akane moved her foot out of the way, and helped Ranko to her feet.
"You're not as fast as him. Until you are, I suggest you stick with what I've taught you," Akane beamed at her daughter, proud that she was willing to try new things, despite Akane repeating her advice at least once a week.
Ranko, straightened her clothes out, and was about to retort, when a voice from the house shouted, "Time for breakfast you two!"
"We'll be right there," Akane shouted back, and together with Ranko, walked back into the house.
Inside they were greeted by Kasumi and Tofu, Akane's sister, and brother-in-law. They sat down quietly for breakfast, with Kasumi serving Miso Soup, and scrambled eggs over rice.
Kasumi smiled at the sweaty pair, and asked, "So how's school coming along Ranko dear?"
Ranko swallowed her food before answering back, "Fine, though Principal Kuno keeps trying to molest me."
"That pervert was always after me and your father," Akane grimaced, remembering Tatewaki's insidious behavior sixteen years previous at Furinken High School.
"So its a family tradition to be perved on by older men?" Ranko asked.
Tofu began coughing, choking on some rice, after Ranko's inquiry. Kasumi helped her husband recover, patting his back. "It's not always perverted you know," Tofu replied after he recovered.
"Oh I didn't mean, you, Uncle Ono," Ranko grinned, filing away the reaction for future use.
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At school, Ranko stared out the window outside, even after her friend joined her for lunch.
"Ranko!"
Ranko stared back at her friend, Saburina, her expression clueless.
"Damn you Ranko, always ignoring me," Saburina pinched Ranko's cheeks, while getting face to face with her. "Here I've been pouring my heart out to you about what happened with me and Rite, and you ignore all the juicy details you were supposed to be gasping at!"
"Ow ow ow!" Ranko chanted, missing her friend's entire rant, while twisting the horrible powerful fingers away from her cheeks. "Enough, Rina! I'm sorry! So what were you saying already!"
Partially mollified, Saburina sat back down with her lunch box, and continued her story, in a half whisper, now that the rest of the class was staring at them, "Well, so there I was on my bed, and he was talking about Kira and all that stuff on the news, and anyways, I spread my legs just wide enough for him to see up my short skirt."
Ranko gasped, appropriately, a scandalous smile on her face capable of splitting a watermelon in half. "Did his nosebleed like that homeless guy in the park does when we flirt with him?"
Saburina smiled wickedly, leaned into Ranko's ear, and whispered, "I got him to lick me!"
Ranko eyes widened at the perverse revelation her friend had spoken into her ears. Both of them locked eyes with one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles. Ranko recovered first, and half whispered, "Saburina, you are such a perverted girl. I don't know how bored I'd be without you."
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After school was a quiet time for Ranko. She'd rush straight home, after walking her friend to the Advanced Study Program. At home, Ranko would meditate in the corner of the dojo, while her mother finished teaching the afternoon, Anti-Pervert Self Defense course, to a set of young, twenty something mothers, who, usually, took the course after one rapist too many molested them in the subway.
Slowly the kiai of the students faded. The world became sharp, and overlaid. The beating of a butterfly's wing echoed across the backyard. The koi jumping out of the small pond slowed to a crawl, as Ranko counted its scales. Breathing in and out, Ranko quieted the beating wings, and the soft splashing of the pool.
The quietness surrounded and embraced Ranko in its soft hold. Her heartbeat slowed, until she could hear the soft quiet speech of her father. He stood before her in a vast field of white. His voice was like melody. He embraced her, his hands massaging her breasts, and moving down to her sex. He kissed her lips, and sucked on her neck with passion and tenderness. Back and forth her rubbed her clit, faster and faster, until with a single whisper in her ear, he said the words, "Kachu-tenshin-amaguriken. Remember these words daughter. They will grant you speed."
The loudness of silence shook Ranko out of her trance. The class was over, and her mother sat on the other end of the dojo, quietly meditating. Ranko calmed her self, and left the dojo to wash her cream covered hand.
The house was empty, with Kasumi and Tofu working together at Tofu's clinic. Ranko made her way to the kitchen sink, and turned on the cold water. She stared at the running water, pouring from the tap, and wondered, "Could I keep my hand from getting wet?" She focused on the water, her right hand twitching in anticipation. Her father's words came to her, and she spoke them as her hand flashed through the water, only to come back wet and cold.
"You need to build up to that level of speed," Akane stood at the doorway to the kitchen with a glowing smile on her face. "Where did you hear about that anyways? I didn't think we had any recordings of him using that technique."
Ranko blushed, remembering what happened in her meditation. Deciding to give an edited answer, she said, "I had dream about it."
"I'll show you how you can train for it," Akane smiled waving her hand for her daughter to follow her.
Ranko quickly washed her hands, and followed her mother out to the back yard.
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Harsh sunlight burst into the room, like some perverted invader, casting its hot glow upon the exposed flesh of Ranko. She peeked one eye open to glare back at the intruding light, and sighed in annoyance. Straightening out her pajamas, she got out of bed and headed across the hall to her mother's room.
Knocking on the door, Ranko shouted in, "Hey Mom! Wake up! I want to get some training in before I go to school!" Ranko tensed suddenly, feeling the warm breath on the back of her neck, too late, she realized that her mother had her in a hold that she could never dream of escaping. A small nip in the back of her neck, was enough to illicit and deep moan from Ranko, and as soon as her mother released the hold, Ranko turned around, and pouted cutely at her mother. "Not fair, how was I supposed to know you were up already!"
Akane looked straight on at her fifteen year old daughter, and clucked, "You really should be paying more attention to sounds, and breathing. We'll have to do some blind folded matches after school. For now, head down to the dojo, and warm up, I'll be there in a moment."
Ranko nodded and gave her Mom a kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs. She stopped by her father's shrine and said a quick prayer. Ranko then ran to the dojo, and stripped of her pajamas. She grabbed some spare underwear she kept with her gi, and was dressed and stretching by the time her mother came in.
After warming up they both bowed to each other and began lightly sparring. Ranko wove around her mother's attacks, imitating videos she had seen of her father's techniques. Unfortunately for Ranko, she was not quite as fast as her father, and within moments of trying to mimic him, she found herself pinned to the ground by her mother's foot.
The calloused sole rested on Ranko's breast, the toes wiggling over the teenager's erect nipples, slowly driving her into a fit of laughter. "Stop!" Ranko gasped between breathes, trying to wiggle her way out from her mother's strong pressure. The movement caused Ranko's gi to open, and Akane moved her foot out of the way, and helped Ranko to her feet.
"You're not as fast as him. Until you are, I suggest you stick with what I've taught you," Akane beamed at her daughter, proud that she was willing to try new things, despite Akane repeating her advice at least once a week.
Ranko, straightened her clothes out, and was about to retort, when a voice from the house shouted, "Time for breakfast you two!"
"We'll be right there," Akane shouted back, and together with Ranko, walked back into the house.
Inside they were greeted by Kasumi and Tofu, Akane's sister, and brother-in-law. They sat down quietly for breakfast, with Kasumi serving Miso Soup, and scrambled eggs over rice.
Kasumi smiled at the sweaty pair, and asked, "So how's school coming along Ranko dear?"
Ranko swallowed her food before answering back, "Fine, though Principal Kuno keeps trying to molest me."
"That pervert was always after me and your father," Akane grimaced, remembering Tatewaki's insidious behavior sixteen years previous at Furinken High School.
"So its a family tradition to be perved on by older men?" Ranko asked.
Tofu began coughing, choking on some rice, after Ranko's inquiry. Kasumi helped her husband recover, patting his back. "It's not always perverted you know," Tofu replied after he recovered.
"Oh I didn't mean, you, Uncle Ono," Ranko grinned, filing away the reaction for future use.
...
At school, Ranko stared out the window outside, even after her friend joined her for lunch.
"Ranko!"
Ranko stared back at her friend, Saburina, her expression clueless.
"Damn you Ranko, always ignoring me," Saburina pinched Ranko's cheeks, while getting face to face with her. "Here I've been pouring my heart out to you about what happened with me and Rite, and you ignore all the juicy details you were supposed to be gasping at!"
"Ow ow ow!" Ranko chanted, missing her friend's entire rant, while twisting the horrible powerful fingers away from her cheeks. "Enough, Rina! I'm sorry! So what were you saying already!"
Partially mollified, Saburina sat back down with her lunch box, and continued her story, in a half whisper, now that the rest of the class was staring at them, "Well, so there I was on my bed, and he was talking about Kira and all that stuff on the news, and anyways, I spread my legs just wide enough for him to see up my short skirt."
Ranko gasped, appropriately, a scandalous smile on her face capable of splitting a watermelon in half. "Did his nosebleed like that homeless guy in the park does when we flirt with him?"
Saburina smiled wickedly, leaned into Ranko's ear, and whispered, "I got him to lick me!"
Ranko eyes widened at the perverse revelation her friend had spoken into her ears. Both of them locked eyes with one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles. Ranko recovered first, and half whispered, "Saburina, you are such a perverted girl. I don't know how bored I'd be without you."
...
After school was a quiet time for Ranko. She'd rush straight home, after walking her friend to the Advanced Study Program. At home, Ranko would meditate in the corner of the dojo, while her mother finished teaching the afternoon, Anti-Pervert Self Defense course, to a set of young, twenty something mothers, who, usually, took the course after one rapist too many molested them in the subway.
Slowly the kiai of the students faded. The world became sharp, and overlaid. The beating of a butterfly's wing echoed across the backyard. The koi jumping out of the small pond slowed to a crawl, as Ranko counted its scales. Breathing in and out, Ranko quieted the beating wings, and the soft splashing of the pool.
The quietness surrounded and embraced Ranko in its soft hold. Her heartbeat slowed, until she could hear the soft quiet speech of her father. He stood before her in a vast field of white. His voice was like melody. He embraced her, his hands massaging her breasts, and moving down to her sex. He kissed her lips, and sucked on her neck with passion and tenderness. Back and forth her rubbed her clit, faster and faster, until with a single whisper in her ear, he said the words, "Kachu-tenshin-amaguriken. Remember these words daughter. They will grant you speed."
The loudness of silence shook Ranko out of her trance. The class was over, and her mother sat on the other end of the dojo, quietly meditating. Ranko calmed her self, and left the dojo to wash her cream covered hand.
The house was empty, with Kasumi and Tofu working together at Tofu's clinic. Ranko made her way to the kitchen sink, and turned on the cold water. She stared at the running water, pouring from the tap, and wondered, "Could I keep my hand from getting wet?" She focused on the water, her right hand twitching in anticipation. Her father's words came to her, and she spoke them as her hand flashed through the water, only to come back wet and cold.
"You need to build up to that level of speed," Akane stood at the doorway to the kitchen with a glowing smile on her face. "Where did you hear about that anyways? I didn't think we had any recordings of him using that technique."
Ranko blushed, remembering what happened in her meditation. Deciding to give an edited answer, she said, "I had dream about it."
"I'll show you how you can train for it," Akane smiled waving her hand for her daughter to follow her.
Ranko quickly washed her hands, and followed her mother out to the back yard.
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