The Blue Thunder
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
mysterio
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Three days later...
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“…Stupid old lady…” Ranma muttered, brushing water off of her body as she walked down the street with Akane.
Akane grinned weakly and blushed. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you about her.”
Ranma grumbled. “If old people didn’t taste so bad…” she muttered.
Akane sighed. “Anyway, prepare yourself. We’re almost at school.”
Ranma frowned. “You make it sound like we’re going into battle.”
Akane shrugged. “We are.”
“WHAT?!”
Akane sighed again. “A few weeks ago, the school’s resident tough, a Junior named Tatewaki Kuno, decided that he was in love with me. He’s an expert swordsman and incredibly rich, as well as being very handsome. The problem is that he’s completely out of his mind.”
Ranma chuckled. “How so?”
Akane shook her head. “He thinks he’s a samurai. He talks in medieval dialect most of the time, and always goes around in his kendo club uniform. He’s also not above beating someone up if he thinks they’ve offended him.”
Ranma nodded. “So he’s the one we’re battling?”
“Not you, me, and not him,” Akane said. Ranma gave her a confused look. Akane sighed, and said, “I’m fairly popular amongst the guys at school. Kuno stated that anyone who wanted to ‘date with me,’ as he put it, must defeat me in combat. Every day I get mobbed by lovesick guys. I eat about five or six and kick the ass of about twenty usually before their survival instinct kicks in. I usually try to avoid fighting Kuno, though.”
Ranma looked confused. “Why?” she asked, “You still need some work in style, but from what I’ve seen, you should have more than enough strength to smack around this Kuno character.”
Akane sighed. “Kuno’s much tougher than he seems. He usually fights with a bokken, a wooden sword, but he also has one of his minions, this little twerp of a guy who uses magic means to come back from being eaten, carry around a real katana. Gosunkugi, I think his name is. I end up having to talk my way out of Kuno’s advances almost every time, usually confusing by him into thinking we’ve had a romantic date.”
Ranma scowled. “Marvelous,” she said. After a moment, she asked, “Have you and Kuno…”
Akane glared at her. “Sweet kami, no. I may have had a few guys in my bed, but I wouldn’t let him between my legs if my FAMILY’S life depended on it.”
Ranma grinned. “Good to hear. He doesn’t sound like the type who deserves a girl like you anyway.”
Akane blushed, and grinned. They walked on a little, chatting amiably, until they finally reached the school.
Ranma frowned, seeing a horde of boys, most of them drooling in either lust, hunger, or both, running towards her. “Hey Akane?” she asked.
“Yeah?” Akane said, dropping her book bag and preparing to receive the horde.
“Howzabout I take them out for you today? Save you the trouble.”
Akane blinked. “If you think you can. There’s a lot of them…”
Ranma grinned. “Just watch,” she said, hopping over the gate before it opened. Her hands never left her pockets as she dove into the crowd of randy boys, launching into a spinning kick as she landed that took out a dozen of them.
Confused by this new, rather attractive opponent, they attacked, not wanting their way to Akane barred. A few members of the boxing club came forward, their fists blazing as they launched powerful punches.
Ranma did a thrust kick to the chin of the lead one, knocking him back into the others. Their punches went wild, striking other boys. A member of the sumo club stomped forward, intent on crushing Ranma with his weight. Ranma ducked down and did a quick breakdance-style move, knocking the sumo’s legs out from under him and sending him crashing into several of the others. A fencer came forward, thrusting his rapier. Ranma axe-kicked the sword out of his hand, and brought her foot down on the swordsman’s head. The red-headed martial artist almost danced around the swarm of horny & hungry boys, defeating them with ease.
Akane watched on, visibly impressed. “She’s just using her legs…”
Nabiki arrived with a couple of her minions, watching with amusement as Ranma decimated the crowd of Akane’s suitors with minimal effort. “Well, if nothing else, father chose a strong fiancée for you.”
“Boy, I’ll say…” Akane said.
Within ten minutes, all of the horde of Akane’s suitors had been defeated. Ranma stood among them, standing on top of a sumo’s butt, a wide grin on her face and her hands STILL in her pockets.
She hadn’t even broken a sweat.
“That was fun,” Ranma said, “We got time to have some of these losers for breakfast? Or is someone else coming?”
“I am,” said an imperious sounding voice. Ranma turned, seeing a relatively handsome young man in a kendo uniform heading towards her with a small group of toughs in kendo uniforms a brighter color.
Ranma frowned as she assessed the lead swordsman. He carried himself far better than anyone else she had seen today, and judging by his stance, one hand always on the bokken sheathed at his waist, and musculature, he was a very experienced fighter.
That wasn’t what made her edgy, however. It was his eyes.
There was a glint of madness, a dementia Ranma had seen only rarely in her life, both before and after her gender bending curse.
“Whilst thou art a beauty beyond compare,” the swordsman said, glaring at her, “I must protest thy interference. These men are warriors all, even if they are nothing compared to I, the great Blue Thunder of Furinkan, Iron Stomach of the Sorority, Tatewaki Kuno. They doth have every right to fight for their right to date the divine Akane Tendo, as do I.”
Ranma rolled her eyes. “So you’re Kuno? Akane didn’t tell me that you were a ham. Wonder if you taste like one,” she said, taking a fighting stance.
Kuno laughed uproarously. “You? Challenge me and consume me?” he said, chuckling. He gestured to his men, and with astonishing quickness that only Ranma, Akane, and Nabiki’s eyes could follow, they spread out, forming a circular position around the two of them, clearing other students out of the way.
Kuno smirked. “Very well, pig-tailed beauty. Because thou hast amused me, I wilst accept thy challenge. But when I win, thou wilst date with me.”
Ranma shook her head. “Like hell. You have to win, first, and I don’t intend to let that happen.”
“We shall see,” Kuno said, a sadistic grin on his face. He took a kendo stance, and then charged without warning, moving with incredible speed.
Ranma barely dodged the attack, moving her head to avoid his thrust at the last second and jamming her palm into his chest. Kuno grunted, doubling over in pain, and then rolled forward, coming out with a massive circular slash. Ranma barely managed to dodge, falling to her back and bringing her legs around in a Capoeira-style sweep kick. Kuno hopped over the kick, and thrust his bokken down at Ranma’s chest. Moving with quickness that shocked Kuno, Ranma rolled out of the way and struck him in the back with a powerful kick that sent him flying into the wall of the school.
Kuno groaned softly, and picked himself out of the crater he made in the wall. He popped his neck, dusting himself off, and chuckled.
Ranma frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“You, my pig-tailed angel,” Kuno said, grinning lavaciously, “All thy display of martial ability has done has made me desire you more...”
Ranma flinched, bad memories flashing her for a moment.
Kuno sneered. “But your display of skill has given me pause… Yes… I am afraid that I must take this fight seriously now…” he said, taking a battle stance that Ranma recognized as preperation for a special attack.
“KUNO FAMILY SWORD STYLE SUPREME TECHNIQUE – IZUNA CUT!” Kuno bellowed, sweeping his bokken along the ground. Kuno’s chi radiated from the blade, cutting the ground in half, sending a shockwave that spread along the concrete to under Ranma’s feet. Ranma yipped, and leaped out of the way just as the cutting wave of chi reached her. But Kuno was ready for her, and moved with shocking speed towards Ranma, grabbing her from behind and hugging her close.
Ranma shrieked. Kuno licked Ranma’s face, sending a quiver of fear through the girl as she struggled to get away, Kuno gripping her breasts and massaging them.
“LEMME GO!! PLEASE, DEAR GOD, LEMME GO!!!” Ranma pleaded, too panicked to mount a proper escape.
“STOP IT KUNO!” Akane shrieked, able to sense the fear radiating from Ranma even from her far away position.
Even some of Kuno’s minions were starting to show misgivings.
“Ah, my pig-tailed girl,” Kuno said, ignoring Ranma’s distress, “Thou art a beauty equal to if not greater than Akane herself! Oh, how I doth desire you…”
Akane ran towards Ranma, intent on freeing her fiancée from the randy swordsman.
Ranma whimpered, desperately trying to get out of Kuno’s grasp, as she felt something start to rise in her…
Three days later...
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“…Stupid old lady…” Ranma muttered, brushing water off of her body as she walked down the street with Akane.
Akane grinned weakly and blushed. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you about her.”
Ranma grumbled. “If old people didn’t taste so bad…” she muttered.
Akane sighed. “Anyway, prepare yourself. We’re almost at school.”
Ranma frowned. “You make it sound like we’re going into battle.”
Akane shrugged. “We are.”
“WHAT?!”
Akane sighed again. “A few weeks ago, the school’s resident tough, a Junior named Tatewaki Kuno, decided that he was in love with me. He’s an expert swordsman and incredibly rich, as well as being very handsome. The problem is that he’s completely out of his mind.”
Ranma chuckled. “How so?”
Akane shook her head. “He thinks he’s a samurai. He talks in medieval dialect most of the time, and always goes around in his kendo club uniform. He’s also not above beating someone up if he thinks they’ve offended him.”
Ranma nodded. “So he’s the one we’re battling?”
“Not you, me, and not him,” Akane said. Ranma gave her a confused look. Akane sighed, and said, “I’m fairly popular amongst the guys at school. Kuno stated that anyone who wanted to ‘date with me,’ as he put it, must defeat me in combat. Every day I get mobbed by lovesick guys. I eat about five or six and kick the ass of about twenty usually before their survival instinct kicks in. I usually try to avoid fighting Kuno, though.”
Ranma looked confused. “Why?” she asked, “You still need some work in style, but from what I’ve seen, you should have more than enough strength to smack around this Kuno character.”
Akane sighed. “Kuno’s much tougher than he seems. He usually fights with a bokken, a wooden sword, but he also has one of his minions, this little twerp of a guy who uses magic means to come back from being eaten, carry around a real katana. Gosunkugi, I think his name is. I end up having to talk my way out of Kuno’s advances almost every time, usually confusing by him into thinking we’ve had a romantic date.”
Ranma scowled. “Marvelous,” she said. After a moment, she asked, “Have you and Kuno…”
Akane glared at her. “Sweet kami, no. I may have had a few guys in my bed, but I wouldn’t let him between my legs if my FAMILY’S life depended on it.”
Ranma grinned. “Good to hear. He doesn’t sound like the type who deserves a girl like you anyway.”
Akane blushed, and grinned. They walked on a little, chatting amiably, until they finally reached the school.
Ranma frowned, seeing a horde of boys, most of them drooling in either lust, hunger, or both, running towards her. “Hey Akane?” she asked.
“Yeah?” Akane said, dropping her book bag and preparing to receive the horde.
“Howzabout I take them out for you today? Save you the trouble.”
Akane blinked. “If you think you can. There’s a lot of them…”
Ranma grinned. “Just watch,” she said, hopping over the gate before it opened. Her hands never left her pockets as she dove into the crowd of randy boys, launching into a spinning kick as she landed that took out a dozen of them.
Confused by this new, rather attractive opponent, they attacked, not wanting their way to Akane barred. A few members of the boxing club came forward, their fists blazing as they launched powerful punches.
Ranma did a thrust kick to the chin of the lead one, knocking him back into the others. Their punches went wild, striking other boys. A member of the sumo club stomped forward, intent on crushing Ranma with his weight. Ranma ducked down and did a quick breakdance-style move, knocking the sumo’s legs out from under him and sending him crashing into several of the others. A fencer came forward, thrusting his rapier. Ranma axe-kicked the sword out of his hand, and brought her foot down on the swordsman’s head. The red-headed martial artist almost danced around the swarm of horny & hungry boys, defeating them with ease.
Akane watched on, visibly impressed. “She’s just using her legs…”
Nabiki arrived with a couple of her minions, watching with amusement as Ranma decimated the crowd of Akane’s suitors with minimal effort. “Well, if nothing else, father chose a strong fiancée for you.”
“Boy, I’ll say…” Akane said.
Within ten minutes, all of the horde of Akane’s suitors had been defeated. Ranma stood among them, standing on top of a sumo’s butt, a wide grin on her face and her hands STILL in her pockets.
She hadn’t even broken a sweat.
“That was fun,” Ranma said, “We got time to have some of these losers for breakfast? Or is someone else coming?”
“I am,” said an imperious sounding voice. Ranma turned, seeing a relatively handsome young man in a kendo uniform heading towards her with a small group of toughs in kendo uniforms a brighter color.
Ranma frowned as she assessed the lead swordsman. He carried himself far better than anyone else she had seen today, and judging by his stance, one hand always on the bokken sheathed at his waist, and musculature, he was a very experienced fighter.
That wasn’t what made her edgy, however. It was his eyes.
There was a glint of madness, a dementia Ranma had seen only rarely in her life, both before and after her gender bending curse.
“Whilst thou art a beauty beyond compare,” the swordsman said, glaring at her, “I must protest thy interference. These men are warriors all, even if they are nothing compared to I, the great Blue Thunder of Furinkan, Iron Stomach of the Sorority, Tatewaki Kuno. They doth have every right to fight for their right to date the divine Akane Tendo, as do I.”
Ranma rolled her eyes. “So you’re Kuno? Akane didn’t tell me that you were a ham. Wonder if you taste like one,” she said, taking a fighting stance.
Kuno laughed uproarously. “You? Challenge me and consume me?” he said, chuckling. He gestured to his men, and with astonishing quickness that only Ranma, Akane, and Nabiki’s eyes could follow, they spread out, forming a circular position around the two of them, clearing other students out of the way.
Kuno smirked. “Very well, pig-tailed beauty. Because thou hast amused me, I wilst accept thy challenge. But when I win, thou wilst date with me.”
Ranma shook her head. “Like hell. You have to win, first, and I don’t intend to let that happen.”
“We shall see,” Kuno said, a sadistic grin on his face. He took a kendo stance, and then charged without warning, moving with incredible speed.
Ranma barely dodged the attack, moving her head to avoid his thrust at the last second and jamming her palm into his chest. Kuno grunted, doubling over in pain, and then rolled forward, coming out with a massive circular slash. Ranma barely managed to dodge, falling to her back and bringing her legs around in a Capoeira-style sweep kick. Kuno hopped over the kick, and thrust his bokken down at Ranma’s chest. Moving with quickness that shocked Kuno, Ranma rolled out of the way and struck him in the back with a powerful kick that sent him flying into the wall of the school.
Kuno groaned softly, and picked himself out of the crater he made in the wall. He popped his neck, dusting himself off, and chuckled.
Ranma frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“You, my pig-tailed angel,” Kuno said, grinning lavaciously, “All thy display of martial ability has done has made me desire you more...”
Ranma flinched, bad memories flashing her for a moment.
Kuno sneered. “But your display of skill has given me pause… Yes… I am afraid that I must take this fight seriously now…” he said, taking a battle stance that Ranma recognized as preperation for a special attack.
“KUNO FAMILY SWORD STYLE SUPREME TECHNIQUE – IZUNA CUT!” Kuno bellowed, sweeping his bokken along the ground. Kuno’s chi radiated from the blade, cutting the ground in half, sending a shockwave that spread along the concrete to under Ranma’s feet. Ranma yipped, and leaped out of the way just as the cutting wave of chi reached her. But Kuno was ready for her, and moved with shocking speed towards Ranma, grabbing her from behind and hugging her close.
Ranma shrieked. Kuno licked Ranma’s face, sending a quiver of fear through the girl as she struggled to get away, Kuno gripping her breasts and massaging them.
“LEMME GO!! PLEASE, DEAR GOD, LEMME GO!!!” Ranma pleaded, too panicked to mount a proper escape.
“STOP IT KUNO!” Akane shrieked, able to sense the fear radiating from Ranma even from her far away position.
Even some of Kuno’s minions were starting to show misgivings.
“Ah, my pig-tailed girl,” Kuno said, ignoring Ranma’s distress, “Thou art a beauty equal to if not greater than Akane herself! Oh, how I doth desire you…”
Akane ran towards Ranma, intent on freeing her fiancée from the randy swordsman.
Ranma whimpered, desperately trying to get out of Kuno’s grasp, as she felt something start to rise in her…
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